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itjazzbicch · 1 year

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True Nature

Pairing: Jon Moxley x Fem Reader

Summary: Being a part of the Dark Order and patience wearing thin with everything and all their issues piling up one after another, the reader decides to show her true nature to her comrades when chaos consumes them and their feud with Jon Moxley...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Yall, I watched Dynamite and just had to sin after haha) (Swearing, slight/playful degradation, rough sex, unprotected sex, choking, hair pulling, a bit of kinky with barbwire, oral M receiving)

Word Count: 1.4k

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @melissahausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linzi-land @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @legit9thlunaticwarrior @seeingstarks @rubyred1980 @alexisquinnlee-bc

Being told to just sit back and watch everything while chaos was spreading like wildfire did nothing but grind my gears. Dealing with this for practically my entire career with the dark order took a great deal on my patience.

Evil Uno surely left it all out in that ring, but against Mox, it wasn't enough. His blood was everywhere, and first John and Alex ran out there, then Yuta and Claudio, then Hangman?

Someone needed to maintain some order in all of this, marching my way out there as Hangman had barbwire wrapped around his fist, everyone gasping at the sight of me standing in front of Mox in the corner, stopping Hangman's punch.

"Hangman," I took a deep breath, stepping up to him with calmness, "We have to take care of Uno, okay? You can kick his ass on the fifth."

"Did you not see what he just did?! Look at this ring!" Hangman was still so hostile, and I did understand, but took his barbwire-wrapped hand, taking the wire away carefully:

"I know. But he needs us, right now. Just trust me."

Hangman and I made our way to the middle of the ring while John and Alex were tending to Uno, Mox, and his crew watching behind me. My words worked, Hangman handing me the barbwire and going to tend to Uno, but the one mistake he made was trusting me.

The look of pure shock and heartbreak on everyone's faces when the barbwire around my fist clocked the back of Hangman's head, leaving him limp next to Uno's nearly lifeless, bloody body.

"HOLY SHIT!"

The crowd's yelling only made me smile, John and Alex, frozen with tears running down their faces, only making it worse with my words:

"I am so sick and tired of this shit! Every single one of you are nothing but a joke!"

My dark order shirt was ripped to shreds, the sight of a BCC shirt underneath it only making the fans even wilder, backing up into the corner to Jon, whose arm wrapped around me.

At the same time, Hangman's woozy eyes found me, filled with sadness like the others:

"Y/N, I thought-"

"Thought what?! That I liked you? That I cared?" Stepping forward just to laugh at him, I made my way back to Jon, shaking my head, "Oh no, I found where I belong. Found a REAL man."

"And you're looking at him, bitch!" Jon spat, pulling me into him for a kiss, even Claudio and Yuta were taken aback by how we revealed our relationship.

There was something about Jon that drove me crazy, magnetized me towards him, and I couldn't fight the gravity anymore, smiling and kissing back, taking in all the wicked energy surrounding us.

"We'll see you on the fifth!"

Leaving things at that, I marched out of the ring with Jon, still in his arms while waving goodbye to my past, to the dark order in the ring, then fixing my eyes on the now.

We both were panting from the rush that just waved over us and the second we headed backstage, all eyes were on us, both of us loved it so much that we started laughing like maniacs, stepping into the locker room and the moment that door slammed, I grabbed him by the shoulder, growling:

"Get your ass over here."

"Finally showing your true nature, huh?" That psycho smile of his said it all, still full of blood lust with his lips clashing against mine, teeth scrapping along my lower lip.

"What? Seeing me like that turns you on?" Already knowing the answer and palming his hard-on that was fighting his pants, I had to giggle and tease, "Bet you were hard out there watching me."

"Yeah, so what?" Shrugging it off, he wasn't playing any games, taking a gasp out of my chest as he ripped my shirt in two from the middle, pushing my back clear down to the floor, biting across my chest while my tights and panties became his next target, being ripped off just as quickly.

"Fuck, just knowing that drives me crazy," He wasn't the only wild one in this equation, jolting up, barbwire still around my hand, both our eyes fixing on his waistband as I took it, growling into a sloppy kiss, "Now, take your damn pants off."

"Think I'm scared of that?" Referencing the barbwire, he let that hand wander up his chest with it while kicking his pants off.

"Only makes you crazier, you sicko," I joked, silenced by the stretch in my thighs as they were spread and pressed against the cold, hard floor, let alone the stretch of his cock pounding into me with no mercy.

"Sick and crazy, huh?" His forehead meeting mine, piercing blue eyes like falling into a bottomless pool, the heat between radiating, pulling a moan out of me while sliding his cock back to leave only the tip, the coldness of his teeth against the tender skin of my earlobe, "I'm gonna show you just how sick and crazy I am."

I went to speak, but nothing came out, jaw-dropping for an attempt to breathe, only to have what little air inside me knock away with Jon's hips slamming into me. Shivering past his gaze, that smile of his showed how much I was in for, cock pulling back and pushing in so quickly that my body nor mind could keep up with it.

"What's the matter, baby girl?" His hand was still sweating, steaming hot against my throat, but still able to clench it, nose against mine while he kept going balls deep, "Got me all worked up just to lay here? You're lucky that pussy's squeezing me tight."

Choking on top of a kiss was nearly smothering me. Still, I never felt so good, locking my legs around his hips, shaking from the overstimulating nerves burning, hollowly whispering against his lips:

"Don't count me out just yet."

Managing to pick myself up off the floor, he let go of my throat, latching and digging into the flesh on my hips, having to hold onto the back of his neck like my life depended on it, but rolling my hips into his. There was a stutter at first, but the harder he gripped onto me, the sweet feeling of his tip smacking my sweet spot, the pressure hitting my clit just right, I started to move faster.

"Now, that's what I'm talking about," He laughed, spanking a sharp sting into my ass that made moans start spilling out of me even more, nails grazing his skin, using all my strength to bounce on his cock, screaming at the impact in my belly:

"Fu-; Got damn it, Jon!"

"Trying to make me cum doing that?" Nails tracing up my scalp and yanking my head back, leaving my neck exposed and opened for his bites to find and mark up, he warned, "Not till I feel you first."

I didn't have a single care in my mind, so close that the need to get off made me bounce even harder, nearly knocking him back till he trapped me in a tight hug, hips burning every time they smacked off each other, screaming with pleasure but starting to feel the aches, especially along my walls that were desperately trying to milk him for everything he had.

My thighs twitched and my chest heaved against him, feeling so heavy, drool finding the corner of my mouth as I moaned out, "You're gonna feel it. I'm r-right, there!"

Picking me up and slamming me back down, over and over sent my head back with my vision gone black and flashing spots all over, a squelching squeeze having me tense up around him, clinging with the last bit of strength that I had.

Body sweating, thighs and stomach soaked from my slick, I was near my limit, but not out just yet.

"Since I'm feeling so good," I whispered like a hex in his ear, pushing him back to the floor, mouth dropping down to his cock, loving the groan that rolled off his lips, hand fisting into my hair again, following along with the bob of my head, all the way down the back of my throat with all my speed to make the throbbing of his cock even harder.

"Look at me," He huffed out, pulling my head up, smacking the tip of his cock against my tongue and panting, but smiling as our gazes locked, watching his seed shoot into my mouth, taking every drop and swallowing with a smile, "That's hot. You filthy, bitch."

"And I'm all yours," I smiled back, cleaning the ooze with a swirl of my tongue, kissing his tip, and giggling, "You crazy, bastard."

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thekentuckyhimbo · 2 years

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Stray

Pairing: HangMox, Hangman Adam Page/Jon Moxley

Warnings/Tags: implied domestic violence, non-canon typical violence, homophobia, being followed, explicit sex, hand jobs, blow jobs, anal sex, public sex, swearing, lmk if I missed any

Words: 5.7k

Summary: Adam is a single dad who waitresses at a diner at night. Mox is the grizzled, mysterious stranger who eats there in the early hours of the morning. Can Adam break through Mox’s tough exterior and wife him?

Author Notes: Soft Bottom Touch Starved Mox Soft Bottom Touch Starved Mox Soft Bottom Touch Star-

Adam rubbed a hand over his face and tightened his apron strings behind his back. His smoke break hadn’t been nearly long enough. Not that he smoked, it was just an excuse to get off his feet for five minutes. Not that sitting on a milk crate in the alleyway behind the diner was much more comfortable than being on his feet. Still, it was a different kind of discomfort.

Adam smiled warmly at the waitress who had held down the fort while he was having his break. Usually she stayed behind the counter, ringing in to-go and UberEats orders from the register.

He scooped the coffee pot up from behind the counter that he’d put on before he’d gone on his break and took it around to the few customers milling about the diner.

It was 2AM on a Wednesday morning and the only people in the diner were cab drivers and shift workers, most of whom were having their evening meals before they went home to sleep through the sunrise.

Adam knew them well, and skipped over them with the coffee. (Except for the one particularly highly strung cab driver who insisted caffeine helped him sleep.) He took the coffee pot straight to the farthest corner of the dining area, to the oldest, most peeled booth in the place. The pleather cushions were sun-faded from this corner getting most of the heat of the day and was avoided by daytime customers because it was the hottest seat in the house.

But this stranger sat in the sun-faded booth every time. He was jittery, and always seemed agitated, so Adam had theorised that he chose this booth because it was the only vantage point from which you could see the whole dining area, the windows and the front door.

If Adam hadn’t known better, he might have thought the stranger had a drug problem. But Adam had known a lot of users in his day, and this guy just didn’t fit the bill. Besides, Adam could relate to wanting to sit where he could see everyone.

Adam filled up the stranger’s coffee, not bothering to ask or make any attempt at small talk, because the stranger never spoke back. He seemed to only communicate in grunts and simple hand gestures. Adam had tried all the usual avenues of conversation (partly out of desire for a better tip, and partly out of boredom in these early hours). He’d tried asking the guy his name (no answer), he’d tried commenting on what the guy was reading (usually a newspaper, again no answer). He’d tried asking the guy why he was always in here in the early hours of the morning. Hell, Adam had even tried asking the guy how his food was (the food here was objectively terrible, but it was the only place open in this town after 11).

On a whim, Adam decided to try the one thing he hadn’t that he thought might get a reaction. It was risky, but maybe Adam was overtired. That would make sense, given that he’d been up for nearly three days straight nursing his daughter back to health after a bad fever.

Good decision or not, Adam decided to go for it.

Adam poured the stranger his black coffee, lingering at the table until he took a sip from it.

“That jacket looks real cute on you, by the way,” Adam drawled, one eyebrow raised in a challenge.

The stranger choked on his coffee and Adam had to turn and walk away to hide his smirk from the other man.

The stranger stuck his hand in the air (his signal that he wanted the check) not long after. Adam left it at the table, noting that the stranger’s coffee was still half full (Adam had never seen the guy not finish his coffee before).

Adam wasn’t sure if he’d offended the poor guy or scared him (something about gays made them scarier at 2AM), so he waited until the guy was out the front door before he went to collect the check. Adam didn’t expect much, in the weeks the stranger had been coming here, he’d never once left a tip.

Oh.

Tonight, the stranger had tipped twenty percent.

The stranger’s tips continued, and so Adam’s flirting escalated. He didn’t mean anything by it, not really, but the way the stranger steeled himself to avoid giving Adam a reaction made Adam grin himself stupid.

One week Adam hadn’t seen the stranger in a few days, so when it hit 1.30AM and the front doorbell broke through the early morning silence, Adam’s heart skipped a beat.

Sure enough, there he was; tight black jeans and a similarly black hoodie pulled up over his head. Adam recognised him by his shoes; black military surplus combat boots that were scuffed and muddy.

The stranger stalked across the dining room to his usual seat, looking somehow more agitated than usual tonight (how that was possible, Adam didn’t know).

Adam didn’t bother bringing the guy a menu, and instead brought the coffee pot over with the intention of asking, “The usual, sweetheart?” in the most sultry voice he could muster.

But when he got to the stranger’s table, the guy had pulled his hood down and Adam saw his face for the first time that night.

His face was rough and gnarled at the best of times, but tonight one of his eyes was swollen shut and shiny-purple, a thick red cut above his eyebrow that looked like it should have had stitches a couple days ago.

Adam sat down at the booth beside the guy without thinking, reaching across the table to fill up the mug sitting in front of the stranger. He made a point of looking the guy straight in the eye as he did.

Concern must have been clear as day on his face, because the stranger averted Adam’s gaze for the first time in the whole time Adam had known him. The guy tugged his hood back up self-consciously, but took the mug of coffee anyway.

Adam watched as the stranger cupped the mug in both hands, like he was letting the warmth radiating from it calm him.

Adam knew he shouldn’t be so friendly, but when he saw someone hurt the spirit of his mother took over him. So Adam found himself reaching forward and cupping the stranger’s jaw in his hand, forcing the guy to look at him.

At this point Adam had been under the impression that the stranger had been in a fight, but the way he flinched at Adam’s touch told an entirely different story. One that Adam knew better than he’d care to admit.

“Whoever did that,” Adam said darkly, “ain’t worth knowing.”

The stranger tugged his face out of Adam’s hand and he stared down into his black coffee, features as stiff as concrete. But Adam didn’t give him reprieve, continuing to look at him just as fiercely as he had when he spoke.

Eventually, the stranger nodded at him.

Satisfied for the time being, Adam pushed himself up from the table.

“I’ll get you your usual.”

The stranger came back again the next night, face looking only marginally better. He still wore his hoodie, but took it off once he was in the corner. Adam brought him his coffee with a quiet smile, lingering to assess what little of the man’s skin he could see, checking him for any fresh bruises.

The stranger came in every night that week, and Adam got to watch the swelling in his face slowly recede and his skin knit itself back together. By the time the week was over, Adam knew the stranger’s face would be one he’d remember for the rest of his life.

Wednesday morning came and went again, and this time the stranger stayed until the sunrise.

The stranger’s table was by the door to the back, and Adam passed him in his booth on the way out.

“We’re shuttin’ up shop for an hour to get the place cleaned up,” Adam explained to the stranger, who looked like he was contemplating sleeping in the booth, “Then the morning crew comes in to start breakfast.”

The stranger nodded slowly, dragging himself to his feet.

“You want your check?” Adam asked, moving to get it even though technically he was off the clock.

The stranger made a move like he was going to stop Adam from grabbing the check, maybe suggest someone else could do it, but stopped himself and teetered awkwardly at the edge of the table.

Adam shrugged his shoulders, dropping his bag by the stranger’s table.

“It’s no problem,” Adam said easily, flashing the stranger a smile, “I got it.”

When Adam returned with a check the stranger already had his cash ready, dropping part of it onto the table.

The rest, he folded up and held out to Adam.

“It’s your tip anyway,” the stranger said simply.

Adam laid in bed in the morning sun. His daughter was at school and he was supposed to be sleeping so that he could wake up in time to pick her up and head to work at the diner again that night.

Instead, he was replaying the stranger’s gruff voice in his head. He didn’t sound local. Sounded like he might be from the Midwest. So what the hell was he doing in Virginia?

It wasn’t just the stranger’s voice. It was his deceptively soft blue eyes hidden behind a gruff beard and impossibly broad shoulders. God, did Adam have a crush on him?

He rolled over stiffly in his bed, trying to put thoughts of the stranger out of his head.

He tossed and turned for an hour longer before finally he gave up and pushed the waistband of his boxers down, freeing the erection he’d been pointedly ignoring for the better part of the morning.

Adam took himself in hand and stroked himself long and slow, allowing his thoughts to wander. He thought of the stranger and how tight his damn pants always were, how his thighs and ass were so toned and tight they stretched the seams of his jeans. Adam imagined what the stranger’s dick would look like. He figured it would be thick, short, and covered in hair. Beautiful when it was erect, probably leaked like crazy. God, the thought of it was making Adam dizzy. Or maybe that was the sweat he was working up thrusting desperately up into his own hand in the summer morning heat.

Adam was panting now, blonde curls plastered to his face as his hand rubbed erratically over his dick. He pictured the stranger’s hand on his cock, his sexy gravelly voice in his ear and that was it. Adam came with a deep grunt and painted his chest white.

Once he’d cleaned up, sleep finally overtook him. Despite his better judgement, Adam’s last thought before he drifted off was that he was excited to see the stranger tonight.

Of course, the one night Adam was waiting for him, the stranger didn’t show. Adam’s stomach flipped when it reached 3AM and the guy still wasn’t here. He wouldn’t come in now, he’d never come in this late (early?) before.

Adam had been agitated all night, partly because of the stranger no-showing, partly because of his lack of sleep. By 4AM the diner was dead, so one of the fry cooks pointedly told Adam to go home early. He’d been a bitch all night, he knew, but his mind was elsewhere.

Adam remembered the night the stranger had come in with the black eye, and the way he’d flinched at Adam’s touch, but hadn’t pulled away. Adam’s stomach churned at the thought that something might have happened to him. Did he even have anyone to check on him if something did happen?

Adam’s head was still swirling with thoughts of the stranger as he walked home, in the brisk early morning air. It was still dark, and Adam’s skin prickled in only a t-shirt. He’d worn his favourite one; a pink Dolly Parton number, which for some reason he’d thought might endear the stranger to him. Or maybe the pink just brought out his eyes.

Adam realised halfway home that someone was following him. It broke him out of his thoughts about the stranger, which in a way was a relief. It was far from the first time Adam had been followed home at night, especially as a gay man in a red state. And it wasn’t like Adam tried to hide his sexuality. He could handle himself if it came to that.

Still, he’d rather it didn’t, so Adam took a detour on the way home, thinking of his daughter sleeping at home alone in bed while Adam’s quirky but kindly insomniac neighbour checked in on her periodically. He was gambling with his daughter’s safety enough as it was in order to support her, he didn’t need to be leading some homophobic creep home to their apartment building too.

Adam detoured through a nearby park and then ducked down a side street, looking for an alleyway to lose the guy in.

Up until they got into the alley, it had still been possible (albeit unlikely) that Adam and the guy behind him had merely been taking similar routes through the city. But there was no need to head down this darkened alleyway, and Adam wouldn’t have if he hadn’t decided that he would have to confront the guy.

The alleyway was a dead end, and Adam stalked his way to the end of it and turned on his heel to face the guy.

He was a stick-thin man, looked real young in the face, wearing nothing but a pair of gym shorts and a creased t-shirt. Nowhere to hide a gun, which slowed Adam’s heartbeat marginally. Adam could take him, if it came to that.

The skinny guy came to a standstill, but just as he opened his mouth to say something, footsteps behind him rung out into the dead silence of the alleyway.

Adam’s heart leapt into his throat, thinking that the skinny guy had an accomplice. He couldn’t see much of the guy behind him, but he was dressed in all-black, hoodie pulled up, and he looked much bigger than the first guy.

“Don’t touch him,” the bigger guy’s voice boomed.

Wait.

The bigger guy pulled his hood down, and sure enough, Adam had recognised that Midwestern voice he’d been obsessing over the whole previous day.

The skinny guy damn near jumped out of his skin and turned to face the stranger. He took one look at him and ran right past him, out of the alleyway and down the street.

Adam and the stranger stood facing one another for a long moment, until the footsteps of the assailant died off. The morning traffic hadn’t started yet, so once the footsteps were gone it was just Adam and the stranger. Adam could have sworn he could hear the guy breathing, even though they stood ten feet apart.

“You ready to tell me your name yet?” Adam asked quietly, knowing the guy would hear him echoing off the alley walls.

Adam hadn’t needed saving, and now he was wondering how the stranger had even come to be here. What were the odds?

“Moxley,” the stranger grunted.

It was a gesture of trust that Adam hadn’t expected, which threw him entirely off his game. Adam’s scepticism must have been plain on his face, because Moxley actually spoke a full sentence for once.

“Saw you leavin’ the diner on my way in,” Moxley drawled, “then I saw the guy.” He nodded over his shoulder in the direction the guy had gone. “Wasn’t sure if he was followin’ you at first, figured I’d make sure.”

Moxley took a few steps towards Adam then, closing the distance between them. Close enough that Adam could see the faint green tinge around his eye. Close enough that Adam could smell his breath, which was unexpectedly minty fresh. Adam drank in the smell of him despite his best efforts to resist.

“I can look after myself,” Adam gritted through his teeth, for some reason determined not to show Moxley any weakness.

Adam got that from his mom, probably. He was supposed to be the one taking care of others, not being taken care of.

Moxley came even closer to Adam, until they were nose to nose. To an outside observer it might have looked like Moxley was trying to intimidate him, but that’s not what Moxley’s eyes said.

“Wouldn’t want a pretty pink thing like you getting hurt,” Moxley breathed, licking his lips and raking his eyes over Adam’s pink Dolly Parton t-shirt.

Cursing his weakness but deciding stubbornly that he would go out on his own terms, Adam leaned in and kissed the stranger- Moxley roughly on the mouth.

Adam was taken aback by how pliant Moxley’s lips were, and the way Moxley breathed, “Shit,” into Adam’s open mouth.

Adam took the lead with his tongue, licking across Moxley’s lips until the older man opened up for him. If Moxley wanted to be in control, he didn’t do anything to show that to Adam. Although he did grasp needily at Adam’s waistband and drag their bodies still closer.

Moxley’s erection felt as thick against his thigh as Adam had guessed it would, and Adam started to plan his next move. How the hell was he going to make dropping to his knees in a dirty alleyway sexy?

But it seemed Moxley had already figured out the answer to that question, because he walked Adam back into the nearest sticky wall and dropped unceremoniously to his knees. Moxley’s calloused fingers were surprisingly deft at undoing Adam’s belt buckle and jeans, and Adam wanted desperately to know what those callouses felt like on his dick.

But Moxley didn’t touch him, not with his hand. Instead, Moxley swallowed Adam’s dick to the root and began sucking on it in earnest. Maybe it was the adrenaline of what they’d both just endured, but Adam could already feel himself getting wound up.

Adam’s hand found its way to the back of Moxley’s head and Moxley stretched his neck back to rub his head against Adam’s hand in appreciation. It was a move with desperation written all over it, and it made Adam wonder when the last time someone had touched him gently was. Adam felt a little bad at the setting for this encounter now that he thought about it. But shit, Moxley was trying to suck the soul out of him and Adam couldn’t help but feel himself being dragged towards the edge.

To compensate for his guilt, Adam found one of Moxley’s hands, which were planted firmly on Adam’s hips, and laced his fingers in with Moxley’s. That seemed to do something for Moxley, because somehow his already wet, hot mouth got even wetter and Adam could feel vibrations running up his dick and into his belly as Moxley moaned around his dick.

“Shit,” Adam moaned, squeezing Moxley’s hand tight enough to break a finger. His orgasm coiled hot in his belly and before he knew it Moxley was ripping it out of him. “Hnng, fuck,” Adam gasped out as he came without warning.

Moxley didn’t seem to mind, eagerly sucking and swallowing, riding Adam’s orgasm out with him. When he was sucked dry, Moxley stood up and came nose-to-nose with Adam, wiping a stray bead of cum from the corner of his mouth and smirking lazily at Adam.

Adam reached down towards Moxley’s belt to return the favour, but Moxley just laughed. When Adam’s hand touched his crotch, he felt a wet patch at the front of Moxley’s jeans.

“Already did,” Moxley informed him without a hint of shame.

Jesus.

Moxley chuckled, so Adam must have said that out loud. Fuck, he was wrecked.

“My apartment’s on this block,” Moxley told him helpfully, shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

Post-orgasm, Moxley seemed like an entirely different guy to the tightly-wound stranger Adam had come to know in the diner. It was… intoxicating. And shit, Adam had some time to kill before he had to do the morning school run.

Moxley’s apartment was a glorified closet above a bakery. Tobacco-stained walls and a microwave oven instead of a real oven; Adam wasn’t even sure there was a bathroom. Moxley slept on a mattress on the floor with a suitcase as a dresser. There wasn’t even a TV. Adam almost couldn’t believe Moxley had brought him here. But his sheets were clean and his clothes were folded. That was the part that tugged at Adam’s heartstrings the most; Moxley took care of this place. This was all he had.

Maybe that was why Adam let Moxley make love to him there, on the single mattress on the floor, because Moxley was letting him into this part of his life unabashedly, without knowing shit about him.

Adam was usually a top, and he didn’t spread his legs for just anyone - especially now that he had a daughter. But somehow he felt like seeing Moxley’s home like this was an intimate gesture; that Moxley had earned it.

Either that, or Adam was hypnotised when Moxley walked in the door and took his hoodie and t-shirt off in one swift movement, revealing tight pecs covered in a thick layer of curly hair that had Adam’s dick standing to attention again.

The rest of Moxley was no less hairy, and seeing him work up a sweat as he fucked into Adam with careful precision was something Adam could watch all day. The guy clearly worked out, and Adam imagined Moxley coming home from the gym sweaty and smelling of body odour for Adam to fuck.

Adam shivered, partly at the thought of Moxley coming home to him, partly at the way Moxley had just taken Adam’s dick in his big, calloused hands and started jerking him off with a gentleness he hadn’t expected the man to possess.

Adam’s body tensed as he neared his orgasm and he gritted his teeth. This was why he didn’t bottom, he couldn’t stay relaxed enough to enjoy it. But god, he wanted to see Moxley cum grunting and sweaty so bad.

Adam threw his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, but Moxley noticed his discomfort anyway. Perceptive son of a bitch. Moxley just pulled out like it was nothing and lined his dick up next to Adam’s, taking both of their lengths in one of his big hands and rubbing them together.

“Holy shit,” Adam gasped, hands desperately feeling around the pillow and the sheets for something to hold.

“Hold onto me,” Moxley grunted, sweat pouring down his chest and soaking the hair there.

Adam wasn’t in a position to argue, so he grabbed onto Moxley’s shoulders with both hands and squeezed so tight he knew he’d leave fingernail marks. Moxley growled at the pain and bent low over Adam, sweat dripping off his nose onto Adam’s face. Some of it ran into Adam’s mouth and the taste of Moxley on his lips sent him over the edge.

Adam came so hard his toes curled and white spots danced across his vision. Moxley wasn’t far behind, using Adam’s cum to lubricate his own erection like that wasn’t the filthiest fucking thing possible.

Moxley looked beautiful when he came, and even more beautiful as he laid with his eyes half-closed, cramped beside Adam on the single mattress on the floor.

Reality came crashing down around Adam then, as the morning sun began to peek through the curtains. He sat up on the makeshift bed and Moxley looked up at him sadly. Like it was the end.

And maybe it should have been, but Adam couldn’t just leave him here. He thought of his mother, of what she would have done. And while he couldn’t imagine his mother making love on the floor of a shoebox apartment (he shuddered at the thought) he could imagine her taking in a stray like Moxley and giving him a soft place to sleep.

Shit, Moxley looked beautiful as the morning sun began to stream in across his face. His blue eyes shimmered in direct contrast with the lumpy mattress underneath them both. Adam couldn’t leave such a beautiful creature here.

“Come on,” Adam said gruffly, forcing himself to a standing position.

He was a little dizzy getting to his feet, still reeling from the orgasm he’d just had. There was lube slowly dripping out of his ass but he ignored it, looking down at Moxley, still lying on the mattress.

“Come on,” Adam repeated, hoping Moxley would get the message without him having to lay it all out.

Moxley just stared up at him, that same sad look in his eyes.

“There’s breakfast at my place,” Adam said shortly.

Adam snuck Moxley into his apartment before his daughter woke up, feeling as though he was luring in a stray cat. He kept squeezing Moxley’s hand, turning around to plant casual kisses on the corners of his mouth; anything to keep the guy from getting spooked until he was in the apartment. Because Adam knew once he was there, the allure of Adam’s cooking and his soft bed would be enough to keep him there.

And shit, Adam really wanted to keep this guy.

When Moxley walked in, there were kids’ toys everywhere. It should have scared the guy off, and Adam saw Moxley looking, but he didn’t say anything about it.

Still, Adam felt self-conscious, so he kissed Moxley convincingly on the mouth and mumbled something about ‘breakfast in bed’ with the sweetest smile he could muster.

Moxley let Adam lead him to the bedroom and fuss over him, picking up his discarded clothes as Moxley shed them and placing them in a neat pile on the dresser. Adam pulled back the covers and Moxley got in, curling up under the comforter immediately. Something about Moxley’s creased face against the soft sheets made Adam’s heart ache, a feeling that he couldn’t shake.

The sun was up now, so Adam sighed and kissed Moxley on the temple, leaving the man to rest in the comfort of his bed. He ached to join him, but first he had to do his dad duties.

When Adam walked out into the small living and kitchen area of the apartment, he heard the telltale sound of his daughter’s bed creaking as she woke up and clambered out of bed.

Adam got started on breakfast, putting kids’ cartoons on the TV while he cooked eggs for himself and the stranger, and toast for his daughter. She came up to his leg for a cuddle and Adam squatted down to kiss her cheek.

“How’d you sleep, princess?” Adam asked warmly, even as the sound of cartoons lured her away from him and towards the couch.

Adam let it happen, coming up behind the couch a few minutes later to place her toast on her lap from above and kiss her head. Face transfixed on the TV, Adam took advantage and took a plate of eggs into the bedroom for Moxley. He felt a little strange, hiding a guy from his daughter. Really, what was his gameplan here? Harbour a secret stranger in the house without his daughter knowing forever?

Adam pushed those (admittedly very logical) thoughts out of his head for the time being, deciding that they’d cross that bridge when they came to it.

Moxley was sitting up in Adam’s bed when Adam walked in, reading the book that Adam had left on his bedside table to read (but never actually read). It seemed like Moxley was actually reading it, so Adam didn’t say anything.

He placed the eggs in Moxley’s lap and Moxley put the book down.

“These smell better’n the ones from the diner,” was all he said.

Adam left the room quickly after that, getting his daughter ready for school. He helped her dress, pack her bag, and finally do her hair - the task that he dreaded the most.

The older she got, the more complicated she wanted her hair to be. And Adam didn’t exactly have the best fine motor skills; he struggled to tie his shoes sometimes, let alone do a damn braid.

Maybe she was picking up on Adam’s weird mood from the alleyway earlier and now having Moxley in the house, because the hair situation turned into a full-on tantrum. Adam tried to defuse the situation, but he only made it worse trying to cuddle her. Sometimes he forgot she wasn’t a baby anymore, and a cuddle from dad couldn’t fix everything like it used to.

Adam felt terrible, and was resigning himself to a day of watching nothing but youtube tutorials on how to braid hair, when Moxley decided to walk into the small living room.

Adam’s daughter froze in place, tears drying up in surprise. She looked to Adam for reassurance, but honestly Adam was just as shocked as she was.

Moxley had all the confidence of the man who had invited Adam back to his apartment earlier. He walked across the living room with none of his usual intimidating swagger, instead looking the softest Adam had ever seen him.

Moxley came over to Adam and his daughter; Adam on the couch, his daughter sitting on the floor between his legs as Adam struggled to even get her hair into a ponytail. Moxley squatted down beside her and fixed her with the kind of smile that made Adam’s stomach flip.

“Hi,” Moxley said plainly, “My name’s Jon.”

“Hi,” Adam’s daughter said shyly.

“Do you want me to do your hair?” Mox- Jon asked calmly.

She nodded.

Jon sat down beside Adam on the small two-seater couch and took the comb and hairbands out of Adam’s hands. Jon’s fingers deftly wove Adam’s daughter’s blonde hair into a beautiful braid. Not only was it beautiful, he made good time doing it too. If they were lucky, Adam would still get her to school on time.

When Jon was finished, he looked down at Adam’s daughter again with an earnest smile. The kind of smile that made him look ten years younger. It seemed to add ten years to Adam’s life as well.

“All done,” Jon drawled, “It’s an Elsa braid.”

If Adam hadn’t been into Jon before this, he was damn near swooning now. Who was this leather-clad, combat boot-wearing, grizzled man who somehow knew what fucking Frozen was. Adam couldn’t believe he was real. Surely this would all turn out to be an elaborate dream that he was about to wake up from.

Adam went through the motions of the rest of his and his daughter’s morning routine in a lovesick haze, while Jon sat patiently on the couch as Adam’s daughter babbled on about Elsa and Disney princesses and her favourite monster truck toy that she clutched in her hand. The way Jon was smiling at her and listening like she was telling the most important story in the world… it really did something for Adam.

Jon waved goodbye to them both as they left to go to school, and Adam spent the whole drive there thinking about what the hell any of this meant.

By the time he was on his way back from the school run, Adam’s anxiety was starting to take over. Logically he knew he was only getting anxious because he was tired - a common theme of his mornings - but he couldn’t help but wonder if Jon would still be there when Adam got back to his apartment. He probably should have felt more apprehensive about leaving a stranger in his house, but the thought of Jon not being there gave Adam far more turmoil.

When Adam got home Jon was no longer on the lounge, and neither was he in the bedroom. Adam’s heart sank as he began to wonder if Jon had gone home. But when he got to the bathroom he found Jon laundering Adam’s clothes from the night before (which he’d changed out of before doing the school run). Jon was delicately folding Adam’s Dolly Parton t-shirt and that’s when it hit Adam.

The domesticity of it all, the rhythm that they’d already fallen into within hours of being in each other’s vicinity. God, it was intoxicating. Adam should say something meaningful to Jon; something poetic and profound that would keep him in Adam’s life for, well, the rest of their lives.

Instead, what came out was, “Look at you, being a good boy.”

Jon dropped the laundry he was folding and spun to face Adam, eyes alight.

Emboldened by Jon’s reaction, Adam stepped forward and cupped Jon’s face in one hand. He could still see the faintest tinge of green from Jon’s back eye, and in that moment Adam vowed to never let anyone touch him like that again.

Jon leaned into Adam’s touch like a cat, rubbing his cheek against Adam’s hand. “Please,” he breathed.

Adam didn’t know how, but instantly he knew what the other man was asking for.

Adam wrapped his arms around Jon’s waist, a new kind of intimacy they hadn’t yet had that made Adam’s skin feel electric.

Jon’s eyes rolled back into his head and he groaned long and low at Adam’s arms around him. God, he was such a touch starved little thing.

Adam started walking Jon backwards through the hall and into the bedroom, peppering his face with kisses the whole way. When they got to the bed, Adam let himself fall backwards, pulling Jon down on top of him.

By the way Jon’s whole body relaxed, Adam knew he’d been spot on with what Jon had been asking for. In that moment, all the fight left Jon’s body and he was pliant under Adam’s touch. Adam kissed the top of his new lover’s head. God, it felt so right.

They talked a little as they snuggled in bed together, about Jon bringing his things over and keeping them here, about how Jon could pay his way doing chores while Adam worked (to which Adam replied playfully that there were other ways Jon could pay him). Adam also made a joke to the effect of, ‘What are you, my wife?’ and just about passed out when Jon blushed in response to that.

At some point the small talk stopped, and Jon’s breathing evened out above Adam. Jon’s face looked so good like that; soft and peaceful. And he’d stay like that, if Adam had anything to do with it.

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6: The Moment Our Eyes Met

Summary: Grace meets someone special unexpectedly and they come to an understanding.

TW: discussions of child abuse, drug abuse, triggers, and parental loss.

Disclaimer: This story has Eddie Guerrero, Chris Benoit, and Nancy Benoit. If this bothers you bow out now because they're here to stay. Nancy and Chris have never been together in this story, Chris is with Eddie and Nancy is with Taz and the mother of Tyler (HOOK).

Also! I absolutely changed Mox's backstory so read carefully ❤️

I only claim Grace and her family; everyone else I'm borrowing.

(Pictures aren't mine)

Grace rushes up the stairs and into her room to pack her duffle bag. She made sure to do any homework Friday night, including the work she would miss Monday, and put the folder on top of her desk so she could check it Monday night when they got back home. She hears a chuckle at her door and turns to see Eddie.

“You don’t have to rush, mija, we have plenty of time.” He looks into her bag as he walks over. “Don’t forget a jacket cariña, your dad may say it’s not cold but it’s January and he’s Canadian, so I don’t trust him.” She snorts and snatches her hoodie from her desk chair and zipping her bag up.

“All ready! I can’t wait to get to South Carolina and see the show!”

They load the bags in the car and say goodbye to the girls, Joanie, and Billy Gunn, who was home for the weekend. She waves as they drive away and smiles at Sheri’s enthusiastic wave. The hours pass by between talking, reading, and finally sleeping the last couple of hours. She groans as Eddie shakes her gently.

“Wake up cariña; we’re at the hotel. Look there’s Chris.” She blinks sleepily and waves at Chris through the window.

They get unloaded and up to the hotel room before she gives Chris a hug. “Hey Dad, missed you.” She lays her head on his shoulder sleepily and smiles when his laugh reverberates.

“Bonjour mon calme. Why don’t we all get some sleep and when we wake up, we’ll go get lunch and go to the arena.” She nods sleepily and walks to the made-up bed before dropping onto it, ignoring their laughter.

“There you are my dove.” She smiles as she hears the Englishman’s voice and excuses herself from Eddie and Chris for a moment.

“Mr. Regal! How are you?” She wraps her arms around the man’s waist tightly.

“I’m well, darling, and you? I also have something for you.”She smiles brightly. “You shouldn’t have, Mr. Regal. I’m here with Papa to watch someone wrestle and visit Dad and Uncle Taz. I didn’t know you’d be here so now I’m more excited.”

He pats her lovingly on the shoulder as he smiles at her. “I wanted to give you your birthday present in person, my dear. I’m here to watch a young man named Jon Moxley; Bryan and I have heard wonderful things about him, and I want to see for myself.” He pulls a package from the bag at his feet and hands it to her.

“Thank you!” She opens it carefully and gasps at the book series in her hand. “The Hobbit and The Lord of The Rings series! Oh, thank you Mr. Regal! I love them!” She hugs the man tightly again.

“Bryan helped me find them for you so I’m very glad you like them; it took us quite a while to find a set that matched properly.” He chuckles lowly and squeezes her once more before stepping back.

“Oh! I have a phone now! I’ll give you the number before I leave, or you can get it from Dad. I can finally call Bryan on my own phone! How is he lately? Still winning like crazy? Shawn talks about him every time I see him.”

“He is doing well, my dove, but I believe your Papa is signaling for you.” He points behind her and she turns to see Eddie waving for her.

She chuckles. “Glad to hear, but I guess I gotta go. Thank you again for the books; I love them! I’ll see you before we leave tomorrow! Tell me what you think of Jon Moxley, and I’ll watch him tonight too; we can compare notes.” He ruffles her hair and sends her a smirk before she meets back up with her dads and Uncle.

“Grace! I’m glad you made it! It’s all Chris and Taz have been talking about.” Her shoulders stiffen slightly at the voice, and she edges closer to Taz who puts an arm across her back.

“Lawler, didn’t think you were supposed to be here tonight.”

“Ah, you know how Vince and Stephanie are Chris.”

Her dad hums at the man disinterested and turns to her. “Why don’t you and Eddie go sit down in your seats. We got you right up front so you can see everything. I’ll join you when I can okay?”

She doesn’t acknowledge the commentator as her and Eddie pass, but she hears a rumble from Taz that makes her think he tried to speak with her. She wraps her arm around Eddie’s and squeezes to let him know she’s okay and he kisses her on the temple. Grace never really understood what made her so uncomfortable around the man, but he always made her antsy and jittery, so she stayed away.

“Here we are cariña; are you okay?” She smiles brightly at him.

“I’m fine.” She shrugs. “Lawler’s always rubbed me the wrong way since he grabbed my shoulder that one time and called me Stephanie. He’s weird and creepy but not in a ‘you and Dad should step in’ creepy.”

They’re interrupted as the show starts and the dark match starts. She feels a slight shiver when the second match starts, and the first team comes down. She looks up to see the two young men in blue trunks jumping around and she blushes when the guy with the ponytail throws her a cocky wink.

Grace watches the match in amazement. She doesn’t know what it is about this particular match, but she can’t take her eyes off the man with the reddish-blonde ponytail. She can hear Eddie chuckling beside her, and she breaks her concentration to look at him.

“What?”

He laughs again and shakes his head at her. “Dios mija, if you stare at that boy any longer, he may catch fire.” She shoves him lightly and barely turns her head in enough time to see the man being thrown her way.

It looks like he’s thrown into the barricade harder than they had planned because half of his body is over the barrier. She reaches out instinctively to help him and though Eddie tries to stop her, her hands make contact with his shoulders, and they jolt at the feeling that goes through them. She helps push him back upright and he stares at her for a moment before he is yanked away by Mercury and thrown back in the ring. She stares down at the mark on her arm as half the shield and a sword turns a pretty scarlet red.

“Cariña…” She hears Eddie speaking to her, but she can’t take her eyes off the dazed man in the ring as he’s double teamed then pinned. “… to the back with Dad.” There’s a tug on her arm and she willingly follows. “… privacy for y’all.”

She’s sat in a chair, and she finally shakes herself out of it as Eddie goes to touch her arm. “I met him, Papa.” She pets down the mark with her finger. “At least one of them anyway. It’s a perfect half so that means two, right?” She looks up at her dads and Uncle.

“Yeah, that’s right, mija. Joanie’s was a perfect half too.”

She looks around and finally notices she’s backstage. “Wait, when did we get back here? I gotta go meet him, right?” She tries to stand up, but Eddie puts a hand on her shoulder. “I brought you back here so you could meet after his match, okay? Get you two some food and you can sit and talk. It’s less crowded back here and in catering.” She smiles weakly at him and bounces her leg as she waits.

It’s a herculean effort to convince her dads to go back to the crowd and let Taz watch over her from a small distance away, but she manages somehow. He doesn’t make her wait long as he and his tag team partner come to the back, but he looks upset. She worries it’s because of their marking until she hears part of their conversation.

“… back here somewhere.”

“It’s just my luck, man; I finish my mark with a cute chick that doesn’t want it.”

“No way man, she was staring a hole into you the whole match.”

“Then where the hell-?” She steps close to him to make him stop walking and smiles softly at him.

“H-hi, I’m Grace, it’s nice to meet you.” She holds her hand out to the, once again, surprised man.

His friend nudges him and he throws her a confident smirk. “Jon Moxley but people call me Mox.” Grace blushes as he looks her up and down. “Well, aren’t you fuckin’ gorgeous?” He grabs her hand and gently shakes it.

“I’ll see you later Mox; good match tonight.” His friend doesn’t wait for an answer as he jogs off and she notices he still has her hand.

“Would you like to go to catering with me? I’m starving and you just went through a match so you gotta be as well.”

“Mind if I take a quick shower first and meet you?” She nods and smiles while he sends her a devious smirk and kisses her hand before heading off.

Grace heads to catering on her own where she makes eye contact with William, and she heads to him gleefully.

“I believe I can tell Bryan that Jon Moxley was quite the wrestler, yes?”

She blushes and chuckles. “Shut up, Mr. Regal. I-I found one of them and I thought I would get these butterflies in my stomach but after the shock passed everything was calm.” She holds out her arm and shows him the mark.

“Ah, young love; it’s the most beautiful thing. Bryan said the same thing when he met me the first time.” He cups her cheek and tilts her head up to look at him. “Enjoy this, my dove, you have met one of your loves and it’s a wonderful occasion.” He releases her face, and she grabs some random food to share with Jon. “Let me pay for this- I don’t want to hear anything about it, my dear, it’s my treat. Enjoy your time with your young man.” He pays for the food and kisses the top of her head before he walks away with his phone to his ear.

She reaches into her bag for a book and reads as she waits for him to join her and she’s surprised that there isn’t any anxiety or fear. She’s calm, but excited to know about him. A weight leans against her chair and she flinches at the sudden presence.

“Ah shit, I’m sorry Darlin’, should have made a noise to alert you.” He comes around the table scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “You got us food? What do I owe you?” He sits down and she giggles at the growl from his stomach.

“You don’t owe me anything-.”

“I’m not gonna let you spend all your money on me; I don’t let Claudio do it either.” He says harshly and she can’t help but flinch.

“My- I guess he’s like an uncle- paid for it so neither of us would have to. He’s generous with money like that.” She rubs her leg. “So, you really don’t owe me, and he won’t accept money.” She says quietly.

“Shit,” She hears him mutter and scrub his face. “I’m sorry, Grace. I got… issues sometimes when people try to take care of me, but that’s my shit and I shouldn’t put that on you. It drives Claudio crazy too because he’s generous as fuck and so damn nice.” He sighs sadly and puts his hand on the table palm up. “I’m sorry for snapping at you, I won’t say it won’t happen again, but that was wrong of me. Can we start again?”

She looks at him for a moment before answering. “Before we do, you need to know that I have shit too. Aggression scares me to death most times because of my stepdad and I know people can’t always control outbursts but I’m asking you to try.” His eyes roam her face for a moment like they can see the past bruises and trauma before softening and he sends her a genuine smile.

“Yeah Darlin’, I can try.”

She puts her hand in his open one and smiles. “Hi, I’m Grace Parker, but people call me Gracie, it’s really nice to meet you.”

“I’m Jon Moxley, but friends call me Mox, it’s a damn pleasure to meet you too.” His voice is gravelly, and she swears he’s damn near growling.

They focus on eating for a moment after his stomach growls again before she asks him a few important questions. “So, Claudio?”

He looks up at her and gives her a dopey smile as he thinks of him. “Yeah, Claudio Castagnoli. He’s a huge Swiss dude and strong as hell but he’s a gentle giant; you’ll love him.”

“How did y’all meet?” She sees him eye the other half of her sandwich and she nudges the plate toward him. “And can I see your soul mark?” She blushes at the dirty grin he sends her and looks at the complete mark on his inner wrist, same place as hers.

“Oh babe, you can see anything you want on me.” She rolls her eyes at the cocky wink. “It was actually completely random, like us. He came to visit a friend that was wrestling the same day and we accidently bumped into each other. That was last year, and we’ve been making it work since; the long-distance sucks but it’s worth it.” He shrugs and she extends her foot to nudge his calf to make him look at her.

“I agree, long distance sucks but it’s worth it. My family are all wrestlers or retired from the business, so I know how the distance thing works.” He stares at her for a moment and looks confused. “This the stepdad?” She shakes her head as she looks down at her fries a moment. “You don’t gotta tell me right now if you don’t want. We can save the heavy shit for when you’ve met both of us.”

He hooks his ankle onto hers and she smiles. “I ran away when my stepdad attacked me and threatened to ‘finish what he started’. The man I worked for- well he’s family too- sent me on a bus to El Paso to a family friend who took me into his family despite knowing he could get arrested. Told me if I wanted to stay, they’d help me, so I got emancipated and I’ve lived with them ever since.”

“That’s amaz-.” He looks over her shoulder and his eyes widen.

“What is it?” She turns her head to see her dads and Uncle coming up to them and she looks back at Mox and smiles. “Oh, yeah, um that’s my family.” She giggles nervously.

“Eddie Guerrero, Chris Benoit, and Taz are your family babe?”

“Y-yeah, is that okay?” She tries to pull her foot away, but he doesn’t let her and sends her a smirk.

“All good, Grace. I just- they’re legends and you just- they’re just your family to you.” She laughs loudly and covers her mouth.

“I swear I’m laughing at the situation because I had the same reaction when I met them.” She giggles again. “But they’ve been family since like day one, so I’m used to it now.” She waves them over then grabs Jon’s hand on the table. “It’ll be great, you’ll see.”

He squeezes gently and she feels hands squeeze her shoulders lovingly. “Hola cariña, wanna introduce us?” Jon sends her a wink and she smiles.

“Guys this is Jon Moxley; Jon this is Eddie, Chris, and Taz.” She points to each of them this time. “My Papa, my dad, and my uncle.”

Jon stands up momentarily and shakes each man’s hands. “Ya can call me Mox, everybody does. It’s nice ta meet y’all.”

She gets up and they clean up before starting the walk to the car. She holds Jon’s hand as he talks to the guys, and she catches a glimpse of William again, so she squeezes his hand. He turns to face her, and she’s mesmerized by his smile for a moment before Taz clears his throat and chuckles.

“Just like when I met Nancy.” He mutters to her dads, who laugh.

She rolls her eyes. “I have to go say bye to Mr. Regal; I promised to give him my number for his husband Bryan. I’ll be right back.” She turns to the three older men and glares playfully. “Please don’t run him off. Y’all hear?”

As she walks off, she can hear Jon muttering to himself. “Does she know all the legends? Holy shit.”

“Mr. Regal! Hey, I’m glad I caught you. Here’s my number for you and Bryan and thank you again for my books.”

“There you are my dove, you are most welcome, and thank you. Bryan will be calling you soon I’m sure, especially after he learns about tonight.” He places a hand on her shoulder. “I am so proud of you, my girl.”

She beams up at him. “There’s another one too; his name is Claudio. I can’t wait to meet him.” They talk another moment before he hugs her and kisses the top of her head.

She returns back to the group to see Taz gone and her dads talking to Jon. “There she is! Come on Chris, let’s head to the hotel. You can drive her there, right?”

“Uh, yes sir, I can. I’m not staying there but I’m close by so I can drop her off.” She remembers at that moment that her and Eddie have to go home tomorrow, and Jon catches her mood change. “Hey, it’ll be alright, let’s just hang out a bit longer.”

She watches her dads leave and settles into the old car with Jon who grabs her hand again before heading to her hotel behind Chris and Eddie and parking in a parking spot. She shivers slightly at the cold and grins lovingly when he takes his jacket off and helps her into it. They talk about little things, and he tells her about his wrestling career. The deathmatches scare the hell out of her but the passion in his voice quiets the fear a little. He looks at her during the conversation like he’s waiting for her to disagree with him.

“Hey, as long as you come home to me and Claudio, I’ll support you. Is it scary as hell? Yeah of course it is. Will we fight about it one day? Probably, but as of right now, I’m not gonna tell you to stop what you love.” He looks surprised at her answer, and she smiles as he plays with her fingers.

She watches curiously as he clears his throat and looks out the window away from her. “My dad died when I was like five and my sister was four. My mom didn’t do too hot after that. I mean, two kids under six and no husband? She tried her best, but- yeah.” He clears his throat again and she squeezes his hand in silent support. “She didn’t marry again but she had plenty of boyfriends, some good and some that were horrible. I did everything I could to protect my sister and take care of her, so she’d have a good life. I left when I was sixteen and found Heartland Wrestling; my sister left not long after me and lives with her friend now. We talk a lot on the phone, and I see her when I’m in her town. I developed a drug problem because of things, but Claudio helped me get clean.” He stays silent for a bit before opening and closing his mouth as if trying to continue.

“Hey, I am so proud of you; thank you for telling me that. You don’t have to continue right now.” She strokes the back of his hand with her thumb. “We got plenty of time to learn about each other so don’t push yourself.” He sighs before turning to look at her.

“I don’t like taking from people because I learned that everything has a price. If you want something, you have to give something.” He looks down at their conjoined hands. “Before you and Claudio, I wouldn’t do this. I learned early that people can fake love to get what they want, and I closed myself off to only my sister until this mark showed up. Mom lost hers when Dad died and she hated that I had one, but I knew that this mark meant someone would love me one day.” She reaches over and traces his mark with her finger, loving the shiver that runs through him. “How did I get so lucky to get two people?” He whispers.

“That’s why you snapped when I told you not to pay me back?” He nods slowly. “We’re a team now, yeah? You, me, and Claudio are a team. I understand what it means to work through something you had no choice to learn in order to survive, but we can work through things together now.” She touches his mark again and smiles. “You’re not alone in this anymore. You said it yourself; you have two people to love you now.”

She’s surprised when he kisses her gently on the cheek. She writes her cell phone number on a piece of scrap paper and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek back before sliding out of the car and up the elevator. Opening the door as quietly as she can, she slips inside the room.

“Hey cariña, there you are. Are you okay?” She tearfully smiles when she sees them waiting for her and goes to their bed to sit between them, laying her head on Eddie’s shoulder.

“I don’t want to leave tomorrow. How can I have only known him for a few hours and now I can’t imagine going home while he goes somewhere else? It makes no sense.” She raises her head and looks between them and it’s Chris that answers her.

“Because mon calme, he is literally a part of your soul; perfect for you. You’ve just met him and now you’re being separated; it’s not a fair thing for you to go through. We will make sure that he and your other soulmate can come visit you.”

“Claudio; the other soulmate’s name is Claudio.” She feels a kiss to her temple and Eddie sighs.

“I’m sorry we have to go home tomorrow cariña, so soon after you meet him.”

She gets up from between them and grabs clothes from her bag for a shower. “I think I’ll be okay. If he didn’t have a match coming up in another town, I’d probably be more upset, but he’ll probably be gone before us tomorrow morning.” She runs her hand down the jacket. “Thank y’all for waiting up for me; I’m gonna get a shower so get some sleep and I’ll be out in a minute.”

She blows them both a kiss and returns their goodnights before taking her dirty clothes off and jumping in the shower. She takes a quick shower and hops out, drying off quickly as exhaustion suddenly hits her. She looks at Jon’s jacket for a moment when she gets to her bed before slipping it on and zipping it up. Grace smiles as she looks down at the jacket deciding it’s the next best thing to having him there with her.

She wakes up to a chirping from her phone and blearily flips it open to a text from an unknown number and looks up when her dads stir but ultimately settle back down.

Unknown: outside. 5 min. -Mox

She shoots up and looks at the phone again to make sure she ready it right before jumping up and getting her shoes on. She brushes her hair out with her fingers and calls it good before nudging her Papa.

“Papa, I’m running downstairs for a few minutes; Jon’s coming to say bye.”

Eddie sighs sleepily and rubs his face. “You be careful. If you’re gone longer than ten minutes, I’m sending Dad after you and you know he’s not a morning person.” She giggles at his grumbling and kisses his cheek.

“Yes Papa, I promise.” With that she slips her shoes on, grabs the hotel key, and heads downstairs.

She gets to the front and sees the car from last night and Jon leaning against it with two drinks. “Mornin’, darlin’.” His voice is deep and gravelly, and her heart skips a bit.

“Good morning, Jon! What are you doing here?” She blushes as he looks her up and down and smirks before handing her one of the cups.

“Hot chocolate for a cold morning and I wanted to see you before I left.” He reaches out and snags the string of the jacket. “Looks better on you than me and seeing you with it on is worth bein’ cold.” He sends her a wink and chuckles.

“I didn’t even realize I still had it on last night.” She sips her cocoa and lets out a small groan at the warmth.

“Cold there, Gracie? I can think of a few ways to get you warm.” Her cheeks turn as red as their marks, and she looks to the side. “Aw, I’m jus’ fuckin’ with you darlin’, c’mere.”

Careful of both of their drinks she goes for a hug and laughs in his chest. “I bet you say that to all the girls you meet when they help you back over a barricade, huh?” She looks up at him and see his eyes soften.

“Nah, only the ones that have a shield and swords mark on their wrist.” He presses his hand tighter on her lower back for a moment before she steps away and leans on the car beside him.

“Maybe if we had more than five minutes before the ‘Rabid Wolverine’ comes for me, you could tell me more about those other ways.” She sends her own wink to him, and he bursts out laughing.

“I knew you were hiding that somewhere in you.” They drink their drinks for a moment in silence before he breaks it. “I hate that we have to go. That’s why I made sure to see you before I left, and you went back to El Paso.” He stays looking ahead at the wall.

She bumps into his side and he looks and smiles down at her. “I appreciate it, I was worried I wasn’t gonna see you and we’d only get to talk on the phone.” She giggles at the grimace he makes. “What’s that face for?”

“I hate technology if I’m being honest; not very ‘tech savvy’. Claudio makes fun of me, but yeah I hate it.” She leans her head on him and laughs again.

“So you hate it, that’s not the most terrible problem you could have.” She shrugs. “Would make it hard to stay in touch while you’re traveling and I’m in school, but maybe we could get a messenger pigeon!” He snorts then burst out laughing.

“I’ll call you, you little brat.” He rolls his eyes and mutters under his breath. “A fuckin’ pigeon.”

“Good to know I’m special then. Don’t worry about it though; we’ll make it work out somehow.” He looks at his watch and sighs. “You gotta head out?”

He sighs again and nods his head. “Yeah I do, fuckin’ sucks.” She sets the drink on the trunk and stands in front of him, taking his drink and putting it with hers.

“M-maybe you could find time to come to El Paso? You and Claudio? I could show you around town, show you the wrestling school, show you-.” She’s cut off with a soft kiss to the forehead.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous; sure, we’ll come to El Paso.” He plays with the strings on the jacket. “I think I’m good for a few days after my match Friday and I’ll check with Claudio, but I’m sure we can figure something out.” He grins at her and reaches down to grab at her hand. “I really do have to go though. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

She squeezes his hand and smiles at him. “Go, get on the road before I try to keep you longer.” She starts to unzip the jacket, but his other hand stops her.

“Nah, you keep it for now and I’ll steal it back the next time I see you.” He smirks at her cockily. “That way you can tell all your friends about the stud you snagged from a wrestling match. I get to be the damsel in the story.”

She leans up slightly and gives him a kiss on the cheek. “Call me when you get where you’re supposed to or shoot a text and I’ll do the same, though messages get expensive so maybe the phone call is best.” Grabbing her drink, she gives him a smirk of her own. “And you can bet this weekend is all my friends and sisters will hear about for a while; I’m sure Mama will interrogate me too once she hears from Uncle Taz.” She shakes her head. “Go, get on the road before I kidnap you!” She jokes.

He leans in and whispers in her ear. “Don’t tempt me, gorgeous.” He pulls back and kisses her temple. “I’ll see you soon.”

She watches him grab his drink and get in the car before driving off. She waves at him until the car disappears and then goes back into the hotel where she’s not surprised to see Chris waiting for her.

“I’m sorry, I know that was longer than ten minutes.” She smiles when he waves it off.

“You had plenty of time so don’t worry about it, mon calme. Come on, let’s go get your stuff packed.” He throws his arm around and leads her to the elevator.

Spanish: cariña: honey Dios: God mija: daughter/girl

French: bonjour: hello mon calme: my quiet one

Chapter 6! Mox is finally here! So now we begin the journey! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed! I hope to have Chapter 7 up tomorrow! Much love! 🥰😘❤️

#everymilebetweenus #claudio/mox/grace #soulmarks #soulmates #grace parker #original character #found family #jon moxley #jon moxley fanfic #claudio castagnoli #claudio castagnoli fanfic #wwe imagine #aew imagine

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bullet-clubs-bitch · 6 months

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

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

Blackpool Combat club X Fem reader

Main Masterlist

Word count: 835

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Heads up? Why would I need a heads up?

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

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

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

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

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

I didn’t know how to respond

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

“Home?” was all I could manage to stay

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

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

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

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

What have I gotten myself into?

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smolwritingchick · 5 months

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Forced To Believe Masterlist

A Dean Ambrose x OC story! The Shield 4th member.

Summary: Taking place during the start of The Shield's debut in 2012, follow Morgan Lopez's career as she becomes a member of The Shield, revamps herself as The Outspoken Diva and makes a name for herself in WWE.

OC Profile of Morgan Lopez

Chapter 1- So, You Wanna Wrestle?

Chapter 2- My WWE Debut

Chapter 3- Fighting Back

Chapter 4- My First Wrestlemania

Chapter 5- Becoming Heel

Chapter 6- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 1

Chapter 7- The Shield's Girl

Chapter 8- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 2

Chapter 9- The Shield Isn't Unstoppable

Chapter 10- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 4

Chapter 11- Justice Continues Being Served

Chapter 12- The Underdog from Philly

Chapter 13- Catching Up Before MITB

Chapter 14- Money In The Bank 2013

Chapter 15- Total Slap!

Chapter 16- Frustration

Chapter 17- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 5

Chapter 18- I Know What I Have To Do

Chapter 19- Do You Know Who I Am!?

Chapter 20- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 6

Chapter 21- Army of One

Chapter 22- Wiping That Smirk Off Your Face

Chapter 23- You Look Like You've Seen A Ghost

Chapter 24- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 7

Chapter 25- Mommy Knows Best

Chapter 26- Revenge Is Sweet

Chapter 27- Total Divas Season 1 Episode 8

Chapter 28- Is That You Being Serious?

Chapter 29- In Due Time

Chapter 30- Trying To Gain Momentum

Chapter 31- The Slammy Awards

Chapter 32- That Was A Miracle

Chapter 33- The Answer Is No

Chapter 34- Tribute To The Troops

Chapter 35- Morgan's Answer

Chapter 36- Move Thief

Chapter 37- Meeting Hot Rod

Chapter 38- Respect

Chapter 39- I Hate Snakes

Chapter 40- If Only You Knew

Chapter 41- Making A Statement

Chapter 42- Yikes

Chapter 43- Sister Abigail

Chapter 44- I Lost Her

Chapter 45- She Belongs To Us Now

Chapter 46- I See What You Want

Chapter 47- Armageddon

Chapter 48- Armageddon Part 2

Chapter 49- That Supernatural Stuff Don't Work

Chapter 50- What Are You Doing!?

Chapter 51- Things Got Personal

Chapter 52- He Kept His Word

Chapter 53- Harley Mode Was Captivating

Chapter 54- Rosa's Mind Games

Chapter 55- Togetherness

Chapter 56- Public Displays of Affection

Chapter 57- The Shield Against The Authority

Chapter 58- Bad News Dinner

Chapter 59- Getting The Upper Hand

Chapter 60- Annihilated

#the shield #wwe #dean ambrose #dean ambrose x oc #Seth rollins #roman reigns #masterlist #forced to believe masterlist #FTB #Forced to believe #the shield 4th member #wwe imagine #wwe fanfic #wwe fanfiction #Jon moxley #jon moxley x oc #dean Ambrose fluff #wwe fluff

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faggotmox · 8 days

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Show You How To Do This

Fandom: All Elite Wrestling (AEW) Rating: Explicit Characters: Jon Moxley, Claudio Castagnoli, (background) Bryan Danielson, Wheeler Yuta, Blackpool Combat Club, BCC Relationships: Jon Moxley/Claudio Castagnoli, background BCC Polycule Summary: Claudio shaves Mox's head before their match in Mexico. Word Count: 1,847 Writer's Notes: Shout out to @di0brando for proof reading/editing. You're the best. Yes, I know Yuta wasn't there but I pretend the whole BCC travels together like a weird version of Stark Tower in Marvel.

-> link to ao3

Show You How To Do This

"Damn it." Mox grunted as he dropped the clippers in his hand again, hunched over the hotel bathroom sink.

"You know," Claudio spoke up from the door that was supposed to be closed. "I could always help with that."

"Hey!" Mox glared at the reflection of his teammate. "I told everyone to stay the fuck out."

"I know." Claudio nodded along. "I got Bryan and Yuta to go for a run."

"You did?" Mox glanced behind the large man in his doorway.

"Yes, I did." Claudio crossed his arms over his chest. "Will you let me help you now?"

It wasn't that Mox was an insecure person, he didn't think his guys would suddenly think he was ugly without the little hair he kept. Mostly Mox just didn't like to change his appearance, and finally committing to the bald look was a pretty big change for him. Even if there wasn’t much hair left to remove. Mox knew he was sexy with or without hair, he just needed some time to adjust before everyone else got to see. He was the same with his tattoos as well, never telling people he was getting one and just letting himself adjust to it before the world got to have their opinion.

"…Sure." Mox let his shoulders slump. "It's the mirror. I can't figure out what way to go, you know?"

"Trust me, I know." Claudio smiled as he came further into the bathroom, letting the door close behind him despite being alone in the hotel. "Thank you for allowing me to help you."

"I should've just asked. I wanted to, but…" Mox gave a shrug.

"You do not like the change, I can understand that. You've never been keen on changing how you look." Claudio reiterated the thoughts that had flown through Mox's mind just moments before.

"You want me to sit or something?" Mox motioned to the closed toilet or the edge of the bath.

"No, it's alright. I'm tall enough." Claudio grinned at the annoyed look that got him. "I want to show you how to do this as well."

"Cool. Thanks." Mox smiled just a little into the mirror at Claudio.

It wasn't going to be a long process. Claudio started by explaining how the clippers worked before taking off all of Mox's fringe and then smoothing out the short fade. More hair fell away than Mox really expected as Claudio showed him which direction to run the clippers for the cleanest cut. The easy way Claudio fell into showing him made Mox feel more comfortable, more at ease. The large man had that effect on him more often than not.

The last of the length was cut away so Mox only had peach fuzz left.

"I'll get you an electric razor like mine to make this part easier, but…" Claudio couldn't help laughing at the fact Mox just had a safety razor. "You would have nicked yourself, darling."

"Shut up." Mox turned red. "I already did." He pointed to a little cut at the edge near his ear where he had clearly just tried and failed.

"Here. We'll use this instead." Claudio pulled out his dopp kit from near the sink to get out his straight razor and shaving cream.

"Have you been planning this?" Mox narrowed his eyes at the razor. "You don't cut your beard with a razor and you use the fancy waterproof one on your head in the shower."

"I may have noticed some things and decided to carry these around in case you asked for my help." Claudio at least looked abashed by being caught.

"Uh-huh." Mox turned to look directly up at Claudio. "You've been thinking about shaving me?"

"I-- you--" Claudio got flustered and had to look away.

"Is this the same reason why you talked Bryan and Wheeler into letting you groom their beards before shows, and do Bryan's braids?" Mox pressed himself slightly closer, even though there wasn't enough room.

"I simply know what I'm doing, and want to help." Claudio was turning a little red as Mox put his hand on the back of the larger man's neck.

"You always just wanna help, big guy." Mox's voice dropped slightly and Claudio pushed him up against the counter. "I think it's pretty hot when you do that shit."

"Jon…" Claudio sighed as he leaned into the other, his lips ghosting over Mox's ear as he tried to compose himself a little. "We need to finish."

"Think you can wait that long, Swiss?" Mox nipped at the underside of the chiseled jaw of Claudio.

"Stop trying to distract me." Claudio groaned as he worked to spin Mox back around.

"Fine, fine. Hurry up." Mox grumbled as he let himself be turned.

The shaving cream was applied lightly over Mox's head. The sensual feeling was a surprise to Mox. Maybe this was why Bryan and Yuta always seemed centered after Claudio groomed them. A shiver ran through Mox as he thought of it like that. Claudio was grooming them. The way Claudio made a lot of their gear, or at the very least tailored it, or how he always cooked for them, and helped them train. There was always a service Claudio provided them with an expert level of awareness.

"So, you always known you had a grooming fetish?" Mox held still but laughed at the incredulous look that earned him.

"Have you always known you were a brat?" Claudio shot back much to Mox's glee.

"Yeah, actually." Mox looked even more smug now as Claudio cleared the back of his head with slow, gentle, efficient strokes of the razor.

"Can you be patient for a few more minutes while I finish?" Claudio rolled his eyes as he moved onto the sides.

"Yes, daddy, I can." Mox's voice dripped sweet sarcasm.

"You're impossible."

The rest didn't take long. A few clean sweeps over the top. A couple touch ups. They were done. Mox blinked at himself in the mirror, reaching up to touch his scalp. It wasn't bad, he realized. It looked nice thanks to Claudio's careful touch. Mox had been terrified of obliterating part of his beard. There weren't any rough patches either. He let out a huge sigh of relief that he didn't realize he was holding in.

"You look good, Jon." Claudio smiled, leaning down to kiss the top of Mox's now-bald head.

"Thanks to you. I'd have missed patches and cut myself." Mox grinned as he rubbed along the side.

"You'll learn." Claudio nudged him.

"Maybe, but I'd rather you do it." Mox smiled at the excitement that got from Claudio.

"You're very sweet sometimes." Claudio took Mox by the hand and pulled him towards the shower. "I know you must be itchy."

"Fuck yeah, I'm itchy." Mox groaned dramatically as Claudio turned the shower on.

"Let's get you cleaned off." Claudio agreed.

They made quick work of what little clothes they had on before popping into the shower. Claudio was quick to press Mox up against the wall as the warm water cascaded down their bodies. The soft little moans Mox always made when he was being manhandled turned into full blown groans as Claudio worked two fingers into him. Thankfully, they kept a stash of lube in the shower. Claudio's teeth found the webbing of Mox's shoulder and neck and decided to leave some marks there. A claim of sorts.

"Fuck, fuck. Claudio, I swear to god, if you're teasing me--" Mox grunted as he pushed on the wall to add more pressure against Claudio's fingers.

"I'm not." Claudio mumbled against his skin as a third finger slipped in to make Mox howl. "Shh, relax."

"Can't fuckin' relax when you just spent thirty minutes grooming me and shit." Mox sighed again as Claudio slipped three fingers in and out of him. "God damn. That feels so fucking good, man."

"Jon." Claudio's warning tone, like he might snap if Mox kept it up. So of course Mox kept it up.

"You're fucking sexy as hell standing over me, shaving me and making sure I look good." Mox grinned to himself as he felt Claudio move his leg, making him put a foot up on the corner edge of the shower. "Fuck yeah."

"If you ever want your chest hair gone again…" Claudio wrapped an arm around Mox to run his fingers through said chest hair as the other hand lined himself up with Mox's hole and started to push in.

"Fuck!" Mox yelled out as he felt himself being filled.

There was almost no way to shut Mox up when he was really into something unless you gagged him. Considering it was the middle of the day in their hotel, Claudio decided not to care much, and started to thrust into the smaller man with a lot more force. The increased volume from Mox only spurred Claudio on, his thrusts staying annoyingly in rhythm when Mox tried to get him to speed up.

"Stay still." Claudio growled. "You'll slip."

"Fuck me harder then!" Mox had both hands trying to grip onto the unforgiving wall, face pressed against the cool tile as he was thoroughly fucked.

Claudio shifted his stance, using the tub walls to brace against as he focused on harder, more direct thrusts that made Mox go insane. The man was practically melting in Claudio's arms. They were both so close. Claudio could feel the urgent squeeze of Mox's inner walls. One of Mox's hands was grabbed and shoved between the wall and his body, signaling for him to start jerking himself off while Claudio held them up.

"Fuck, yes, keep going! That's it." Mox cried out and threw his head back as he came all over the shower wall with only a few tugs.

Claudio stilled, cursing to himself in his own language as he rode out Mox's orgasm with him. If he kept going he knew he'd come too, and he knew Mox loved being fucked after he got his. As Mox went boneless, Claudio shifted them to face the wall with the shower head, he pushed at Mox's shoulders until he bent over with his hands braced on the wall.

"Wider." Claudio pushed the other's legs apart until they were against the walls of the tub. "There. Hold on."

"To fuckin' what?"

Instead of answering, Claudio gripped Mox's hips and started to amp back up to a rough pace. The low whine from Mox set Claudio on edge as he sped up his thrusts. There was no holding back anymore as Claudio got closer and Mox got louder. Claudio finally came with a heavy moan, fully bottomed out in Mox, spilling into him as they both gasped heavy breathes.

"Fuck." Mox felt himself being pulled up to standing as the water ran down his front.

"Fuck." Claudio mumbled in agreement as he came down slowly. "Okay, we should actually wash up before the others get back.”

"Jeez. Give a guy a minute." Mox grunted as he found his footing in the shower.

"You never need a minute." Claudio scoffed.

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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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daddyhausen · 1 year

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Could I request Jon Moxley fucking reader’s breasts?

• tit-fucking headcannons — jon moxley •

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { jon moxley masterlist }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, tit-fucking, male orgasm, cumshots, facials, daddy kink, free use

{ word count } — 483

{ pairing } — fem!reader x jon moxley

{ genre } — smut

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the locker room door burst open with a fury

one of which made the wood almost rip clean off its hinges as it slammed into the brick wall

you turned your head noticing your husband standing in the doorway

blood seeping from an open wound on his forehead

fresh and congealed crimson stained his skin

his chest heaving with shallow breaths

skin glistening with sweat

anger evident upon his furrowed brows

the cowboy had bested him this time round

although you could sense jon’s self-loathing due to the loss

he kicked the door closed, locking it in the process

all the while never averting his gaze from you

“tits out. now”

his demand was rather impatient

already half naked due to his match, barely ridding himself of the bottom half of his gear

the blood-stained cargo pants sat halfway down his thighs as he sauntered towards your position on the couch

he pushed out back onto the couch

trapping your between the soft, pillowy fabric and his beaten, exhausted body

noticing the welts beginning to form around his ribs and stomach

wanting to extend your hand to trace over them momentarily before refraining

he did not wait for your chest to even be fully exposed

ripping the zipper clean off your jacket, only revealing the navy blue sports bra underneath

using his middle and index finger, he pried the elastic away from your skin

slotting his cock between your skin and the material

his cock nestled in the valley of your breasts

entombed by supple mounds of flesh

his grunts and groans entranced you, leaving a pool of wetness between your thighs

jon’s hands held your shoulders still

fingers tightened their grip around the straps of your sports bra

until the knuckles turned bone white

you pushed your breasts together with your elbows for added friction

that and the action made rather accentuated them

making your breasts rounder, more pronounced

“feel good, daddy?”

you questioned with an innocent bat of your long eyelashes

“fuck yes, doll…” his reply was short in turn, yet you knew he was genuine

“open your mouth..wanna cum in it”

his demand was met with quick obedience on your part

opening your mouth,

tongue sticking out slightly

graciously awaiting his seed

he let a drawn out moan spill from his lips,

slowing his pace down yet heightening the force of his thrusts as he came

hot spurts of cum stained your cheeks

dripping down your chin and neck until residing into the pillowy cavern between your breasts

“feeling better?” you inquired , freeing his cock from between your breasts, slowly jerking him off in the process

“yeah…” he gave a small nod in acknowledgement

“i’d feel even better if i was buried in that cunt of yours”

your eyes glimmered with another burst of arousal,

the swell of wetness in your panties dampened

“well, what are you waiting for?”

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little-jey · 7 months

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HES WEARING MOXLEY'S JACKET UR HONOUR <<33

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thekentuckyhimbo · 2 years

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A Promise of More

Pairing: HangMox, Hangman Adam Page/Jon Moxley

Warnings/Tags: smut, explicit sex, canon-typical violence, blood, crying, anal sex, humiliation, orgasm denial, dom/sub, swearing, self-hatred

Words: 3.1k

Summary: Moxley and Hangman have a title match. Hangman doesn’t win, so he finds another way to beat Moxley.

Author Notes: This is the most fun I’ve had in ages. I forgot how much I love writing action sequences and angsty brooding men with self-hating inner monologues

@llzehs bc I promised I’d tag u <3

The match hits the thirty-five minute mark and Mox feels like he’s gonna puke. Finally, one of his opponents is out of the equation. He leans against the apron, chest heaving. He loses his feet under him for a second and slumps against the apron, the side of his pressed against it as he drools onto the mat.

Jericho is behind him on the ground somewhere, knocked out. Took way too long to get the son of a bitch like that, and Mox hadn’t been able to do it by himself.

Moxley’s vision swims but he pushes himself back up to his feet anyway, trying to shake the cobwebs free from his head.

Coming around the outside of the ring, full of piss and vinegar, is Hangman Adam Page. The son of a bitch has a second wind.

By the time Adam is on him, Mox is standing under his own power again, no longer relying on the ring for help.

Adam locks up with him and they start exchanging blows to the head. Mox is giving as good as he’s getting, but he knows he’s sloppy. A couple solid hits from Adam and Mox is knocked down to one knee, stumbling and legless.

The fucked up thing about this match is that Mox actually wants Adam to win. He looks up to see Adam, his stupid blonde hair like a frizzy halo around his pretty face. If the belt went home with Adam tonight, he’d deserve it.

But that’s the thing; Adam had to deserve it. And that meant he had to beat Mox legit. So as long as Jon was still conscious, he was gonna keep fighting.

Mox was teary when he pushed himself back up to his feet, because on some cosmic level he felt like the belt was coming back home with him tonight and not with Adam. Sloppy as Mox might look right now, he wasn’t nearly done yet.

He gritted his teeth and charged Adam headfirst, a stiff headbutt finding its mark on Adam’s jaw. Adam was sent reeling into the ringpost and he hit it hard.

Mox stumbled towards him, ready to drag Adam back up to his feet by his hair. As he was walking up on Adam, he felt the familiar heat of blood trailing down his face. He felt it in his mouth as he dragged Adam up to his feet, shoving the cowboy roughly back into the ring.

Adam slumped under the bottom rope so Mox dug his head into Adam’s ribcage and squared his shoulders, putting his whole bodyweight behind him as he pushed Adam into the ring fully.

Mox followed him in, sliding on his belly, swallowing more of his own metallic blood. It was rolling down his neck now and onto his chest. It was on Adam’s chest too, smudged from Moxley shoving the cowboy with his head. Seeing that gave Mox a second wind.

He pushed Adam until the cowboy rolled onto his stomach and then he slithered on top of him, slumping over the younger man’s chest and pressing their foreheads together. He took Adam’s head in his hands and lifted it up, only to slam it down onto the canvas a moment later. Adam swore as Moxley did it again.

Then Moxley sat up, now straddling Adam’s chest. He gripped Adam’s jaw in his left hand and slapped him across the face with his right.

“Wake up, cowboy,” he demanded, looking down at Adam’s limp body.

It wasn’t supposed to go this way. Adam was supposed to pull it out tonight and come away with the win. But Adam was lifeless beneath him; exhausted, chest heaving.

Moxley stood up and towered down over Adam, staring at him for a moment before he bent low to grab Adam by the hair. He dragged Adam up to his feet with a handful of blonde curls, his forehead pressed against Adam’s the whole way.

“Come on,” he breathed against Adam’s face, his moving lips hidden from the cameras by Adam’s unruly golden locks, “You can do better than this.”

They both came to a standing position opposite one another, shaky on their feet. They’d been at is so long their sweat was cooling on their skin, only serving to solidify their exhaustion.

But it seemed as though Moxley’s pep talk had worked, because Adam surged forward like a football player, his head buried in Mox’s collarbone, forcing Moxley back until he hit the ropes. Mox tried to use the momentum of the ropes to push them back towards centre, but Adam only dug his heels in and started laying shots into Moxley’s ribs.

Mox got his arms up to try to block the shots, but it was too late. Moxley got worked over for a few seconds longer and then he was slumped with his arms outstretched on the middle rope and his legs sprawled wide. Adam grabbed Moxley’s head in one hand and struck it with the other, right where Mox was busted open.

Blood poured into Moxley’s eyes now, forcing them shut. Somehow, with no vision and his eyes stinging like a bitch, Mox managed to grasp the middle rope in his sweaty palms and force himself up to a standing position again.

He heard Adam retreat - or that might have been the ref - so he stumbled towards centre, frantically trying to rub the blood out of his eyes with his forearms.

Shit.

But it was too late. He heard the telltale clamour of Adam landing on the mat after setting up the Buckshot Lariat, and Jon couldn’t see shit to avoid it. Adam had him, and Mox couldn’t help but feel a little relieved.

Except Adam’s forearm didn’t collide with Mox. Instead, Mox was shoulder tackled and slammed onto the floor.

Jericho.

Jericho had knocked Mox out of the way of the Buckshot. He heard some fighting and a body fell to the floor next to him. Then he heard the same clamour as before, this time followed by the sound of forearm on flesh.

Jon finally managed to wipe enough blood out of his eyes to clear his vision; just in time to see Jericho go down from the Buckshot and Adam struggling to capitalise.

With the last of what he had in him, Moxley charged to his feet and that was it. He had Adam set up for the Paradigm Shift and he hit it hard. Jon’s arms felt like jelly, unable to hook the leg, so he laid his body over Hangman’s, face buried in the cowboy’s neck. Jon had never felt so sick winning a title match in his life.

When they handed Jon the belt he was full of a different energy than the kind he’d drawn from during his match. This one was wound up tight, sickness gripping his stomach like a vice. He snatched his belt off the referee almost ruefully and rolled out of the ring without a second of camera time, stalking up the ramp and into the tunnel. The steps down into guerilla he stumbled on, nearly losing his footing, but he ignored it. Mox also ignored everyone in guerilla congratulating him, instead opting to find the nearest trash can and heave up the entire contents of his stomach into it.

Moxley wouldn’t let anyone tend to his wounds after the match. Just sat in the empty BCC locker room with tears in his eyes, staring blankly at a wall. The blood dried up on its own, didn’t seem like it needs stitches, so Mox just let himself get cold leaning against the metal lockers behind him.

The AEW World Championship laid forgotten on the floor and every time Jon’s eyes wandered to it he felt a pang of guilt. Part of him thought he should have just laid down for Adam at this point, but he knew if he’d done that Adam would have never spoken to him again. But that was a price Jon was willing to pay, if it meant seeing Adam get his flowers after all this time.

Moxley just about burst into tears when Adam came into the locker room, cleared by medical. He stepped over the title belt like he didn’t see it and flopped onto the floor, using Moxley’s duffel bag as a pillow. He laid on his back, still in his ring gear like Jon was, chest rising and falling hard.

“Fucking Jericho,” Adam swore, staring up at the ceiling.

Mox couldn’t bring himself to look at the younger man, a lump rising in his throat. So he just looked at the ceiling too, hoping Adam wouldn’t see the wetness in his eyes.

But Mox wasn’t a coward, so with a long, shaky breath he said, “Wasn’t Jericho who pinned you, man.”

Mox glanced down long enough to see a wry smile on Adam’s face, “Yeah, but I woulda had you if he’d stayed down.”

Jon didn’t say anything. Maybe he was a coward.

“Oh well,” Adam said quietly, “there’s always next time.”

You mad at me? Jon wanted to ask. Do you still like me like you used to?

But instead of saying anything, Jon finally let a few tears free. If Adam saw them, he didn’t say anything. They rolled over the dried blood on his face and took a little with them, spreading the mess of bodily fluids on his neck and chest even more.

He couldn’t help the little noise that escaped him after a moment, followed by a thick sniffle. Adam had to notice that.

Jon leaned forward slowly, hands braced on his knees, with the intention of looking Adam in the eyes and saying… something. But his body gave out on him then, exhaustion sweeping over him and filling his bones with lead. He dropped to his knees in front of Adam like he was in prayer, teetering back and forth as he wondered if he could continue to hold himself up at all.

Adam just stared at him, face blank and unrelenting, turning his head slightly on his makeshift pillow to get a better look at him. Tears streamed from Jon’s eyes and left bloody splotches on the locker room floor. Were he here with anyone else, Jon would try to hide his humiliation.

But that was the thing about Adam. Jon couldn’t keep a secret from him.

Adam’s gaze on him felt like a leather strap pulled tighter and tighter around Jon’s chest until it was crushing his lungs. Jon gasped for air for a while, but he knew he’d have to break out of it eventually. So he tried to tell Adam how he felt the only way he knew how.

Moxley dragged himself on top of Adam, until he was straddling the cowboy’s hips. It was eerily similar to how they had looked at one point in the ring tonight, which sent a shiver down Jon’s spine. His tears were drying up now, but a desperate ache remained.

Normally Adam couldn’t keep his hands off Jon, but tonight the cowboy’s hands stayed stilled at his sides. Mox knew he should do something to coax the other man, to apologise to him in some way. Adam’s eyes were still fixed on him, now dark and determined, his brows knitting together.

But Jon was selfish - Jon was always selfish - so he gruffly opened his pants and pulled his erection free, warming it by thrusting it against Adam’s chest. Only tonight it didn’t feel like a warmup; tonight Jon felt like he was on fucking fire.

His dick found its way between Adam’s round pecs after a few moments and then Mox was rutting against him uselessly, the coarse texture of Adam’s blonde chest hairs against his dick setting his whole body on fire.

“Please,” Jon choked out, surprising even himself, “Please,” he repeated in a desperate whine, “I need you.”

But Adam didn’t move to touch him, and the cowboy’s dark expression didn’t loosen an inch.

Jon couldn’t stop, already too far gone. He raked one of his hands over his stomach and chest, one last desperate attempt to get Adam to respond. He rubbed his hand over his pecs, brushing a sensitive nipple, up to his neck where he felt the crustiness of his own dried blood and tears.

Soon he added another bodily fluid to the mix, as he let needy little cries escape his mouth. Cum poured from the end of his dick onto Adam’s pecs, as Jon came untouched against them. It was such an intense release, but Adam’s expression still didn’t change and Jon could feel the tears pooling again.

He felt humiliated; naked, shaky, vulnerable, crying. Sitting on top of Adam with his dick out. He felt like a wounded animal; exposed, helpless and covered in blood. His whole body was shaking.

That’s when Adam took the opportunity to shove Moxley off him roughly. Jon just went with it at that point, slumping to the floor on his belly. But Adam was behind him in an instant, yanking at his shoulders, forcing Moxley into a bent over position on his duffel bag.

Adam’s soft fingers had Moxley’s pants down in an instant and Mox’s asshole felt cold against the open air, only making Jon’s stomach churn more with vulnerability.

Adam didn’t waste any time, lubing Jon’s tight hole up with nothing more than spit. Two fingers was all he bothered to prep him with, scissoring them apart aggressively, his impatience - or maybe frustration - showing.

When Adam put his dick in Jon there was no fanfare, no warning, nothing. Just Jon yelping as his asshole stretched and burned.

Adam fucked him raw and dry, slamming his hips unrelentingly into Jon’s body until Jon swore he could feel Adam’s dick in his stomach, tearing up his insides. Jon shouldn’t have liked it, but he was already rock hard again underneath Adam’s heavy body.

“Were you embarrassed just now?” Adam crooned meanly as he rocked his hips into Jon, the new upward angle slamming Adam’s dick against his prostate and sending white hot heat straight to Jon’s leaking dick. “Cumming without even bein’ touched,” Adam continued, voice harsh and unforgiving.

His hand came down on Jon’s ass then, and it hit him hard. Jon let out a sound that was half-moan, half-scream, which seemed to spur Adam on.

Adam bent low over Jon and wrapped one arm around Jon’s neck in a headlock, dragging him up to a seating position so that Adam’s dick was as deep in Jon’s ass as it could go. Adam’s grip around his neck was tight and unrelenting, leaving Jon gasping audibly for air as spots danced around the edges of his vision. It wasn’t quite enough to knock him out, but shit, it was close.

“Ungh, ungh, ungh,” Moxley chanted with each of Adam’s thrusts, tongue hanging out of his mouth like a panting dog.

“You’re disgusting, you know that?” Adam whispered fiercely in Jon’s ear, “covered in fucking blood riding my dick.”

But Adam couldn’t have been that disgusted, because he let out a long, low groan that sounded like he was finally releasing some of the frustration he’d been carrying behind his steely eyes.

Adam still had one arm around Jon’s neck, still squeezing, pretty much holding up all of Jon’s weight as Jon was fucked boneless. With his free hand, Adam wrapped his thumb and forefinger tight around Jon’s dick and then pivoted his hips, slamming into him on an angle that he’d used to make Jon cum easily a dozen times before.

Jon started swearing involuntarily as Adam’s dick collided with his sweet spot, hard and fast and unrelenting. But Adam didn’t seem to like the fact that Jon could talk, so he removed his arm from around Jon’s neck and instead used his hand to stick three fingers into Moxley’s mouth and down his throat.

Jon started making choking sounds around Adam’s fingers, like he did when Adam fucked his mouth with his dick, and that seemed to satisfy Adam, who went back to whispering in Moxley’s ear.

“You’re not gonna be able to cum like this,” Adam whispered, “But I bet you’re close, huh?”

Jon was right. Adam’s hand around his dick was too tight to let him cum, but he could feel an orgasm coiling in his belly as Adam continued to torture his prostate. Jon’s balls were already aching so bad that Jon was whining now, the sound coming out distorted and wet around Adam’s fingers. Adam thrusted his fingers deeper and Jon choked around them, drool dripping down his chin. It was a wordless reminder that Adam was in control. Worse still, that Adam could do this all night.

Adam used Jon’s hole like a toy, timing the thrusts of his fingers in Jon’s mouth along with his dick. If anything, Adam’s grip on his dick only got tighter and Jon could feel tears escaping from the sheer ache in his balls. Adam fucked him red raw, until the cowboy was so exhausted and gasping that he had to slow down.

“Beg,” Adam panted into Jon’s ear then, “Beg for me to let you cum.”

Jon did as he was told, begging even as Adam’s fingers were still in his mouth. Adam removed them with a filthy pop and Jon could finally gasp for air, gulping it down like a thirsty man in the desert.

“Please Adam,” Jon sobbed, his tight balls burning with need, “I need it.”

When Adam didn’t say anything, Jon howled like a dying animal.

“Please,” Jon hiccuped through tears, “It hurts. God, please.”

Jon felt like he was praying, like he had so many times when he was younger and still believed in that shit. When he’d thought that some divine figure cared enough about him to bring him salvation. Now, the only god Jon believed in was Hangman Adam Page.

But tonight Adam was a vengeful god, because he just growled, “No,” and painted Jon’s insides white with his heat.

Adam left Jon slumped against his duffel bag on the floor, his ass still hanging out of his half-pushed down jeans, cum dripping out of his hole into his underwear. He heard Adam leave, which should have been his cue to clean himself up, or at least take his dick in his hand and give himself the relief he so desperately needed.

But the ache in his balls was a lingering reminder of Adam; of the one thing in this world he believed in. And something about it felt like a promise of more - like maybe if he didn’t touch himself for long enough, Adam would forgive him. A penance for Jon’s lifetime of sins.

It wasn’t until a long time later, when the sharp burn in Jon’s balls had subsided into a dull throb and the dried blood on his neck and face started to itch, that he rolled over onto his back and forced his creaking bones into a sitting position. That was when he realised Adam had taken something else with him besides Jon’s pride.

The AEW World Championship was nowhere to be seen, and if that wasn’t a promise of more, Jon didn’t know what was.

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anonymousoneshots · 1 year

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Groupie

Jon Moxley x Reader

Rating: 18+ NSFW

A/N: Might run with this, please let me know if you want me to write the steamy part.

Warnings: Swearing, Suggestible Actions, Implied Public Sex? Please don’t interact if you’re uncomfortable with forceful, dominant male behavior or implied smut.

Find part 2 here:

It’s warm outside the arena. You couldn’t get tickets to the show today, but you were hoping to see him. It’s the first time AEW has come to your city, and you’d be damned if you missed a chance to see Mox. He made your stomach flutter, along with other things. Watching him week in and week out, grabbing at the waistline of his pants with that smirk, the smug way he saunters through the crowd and squares up with his opponents, even him all covered in blood, everything about Jon’s mannerisms undeniably turned you on. And every part of your body ached for him. You couldn’t help but hope that just seeing him in person would help quell your desire.

You could only hear muffled cheers and music from where you were outside, but it had to be close to the end of the show. You’ve been out here for hours, pacing the building, scrolling through Tumblr on your phone. You had snuck around to the back where you assumed the doors were that led to the back of the arena. It’s then that you hear the opening and slamming of said door just around the corner. Your heart stutters. Is that the door from backstage?

“Fuck! Fucking bullshit.”

Oh my god. That’s him. You’d know his voice anywhere. You freeze where you stand. He comes into your field of view. He’s shirtless with his gear on, running his hands through his hair. He stops and places his hands on his hips, looking skyward. He’s mumbling to himself now, pacing back and fourth.

You step around the corner just a bit, your heart hammering. Moxley. He must have just finished a match, you could see the sweat glistening on his body and the marks on his skin from battle. Fuck me. You were gaping at him, in disbelief that he’s actually in front of you. He turns around and spots you.

“No shit. You some kind of fan? How’d you get back here?”

You can’t do anything but stare. You’re fully aware that your mouth is slightly open and your heart is hammering out of your chest. He looks at you expectantly.

“I don’t have time for fan girls. Run along,” he gestures with his hands for you to move.

“Mox,” you breathe. Your bones are shaking.

“Yeah. That’s my fucking name.” He turns around and looks back up, then sighs. “You want an autograph or something?”

You’re watching him intently, the movement of the muscles on his back and shoulders, the placement of his hands on his hips. He moves with complete control, his fingers tapping impatiently on his waist.

“Not exactly.” You take a step forward, more into the light.

He chuckles and turns towards you, eyeing you up and down. “What, then?” He seems to take notice of the way your eyeing him like candy. He runs his tongue along his bottom lip and takes a step toward you.

“You seem like the kind of girl who’s looking for trouble. You some kind of groupie?”

“Not exactly,” you repeat. You’re almost sure he can physically see your heart racing, each beat punching through your ribs. It might have just been you, but you could sense a tension in the air. Your knew you were insanely attracted to this god of a man, but was he attracted to you?

“Alright, I’ll play. You got two options, alright? One, I back your pretty ass up against that wall. Two, you turn around and walk away.” He takes a sauntering few steps toward you. Now it’s his turn to eye you like candy. “What’s it gonna be, sweetheart?”

He’s still sauntering towards you in that cocky way. This is insane. You take a few involuntary steps backwards until you feel the cool stone of the building wall on your shoulders and back. Fuck.

“You got three fucking seconds before I decide for you,” he husks.

“One.” He places his left hand on the wall next to your head. You flinch at his sudden movement. You swear you can feel the heat coming off his body. He’s so close to you, without actually touching you. A small moan escapes from your lips.

“Mm, Two.” He places his right hand on the wall. Your gasp and your eyes widen as you look up into his blues that seem to be dancing with lust.

“Three.” He’s looking down at you, his frame towering over your own petite one. You were standing there, pinned to the wall, questioning your morals. Was he serious? Right here?

“I’m gonna be blunt, sweetheart. I’m willing to fuck you right here, right now. You down for that ride?”

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moxleys-darlin · 1 year

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7: The Start Of A Brew-tiful Relationship

Summary: Sibling bonding, Mox has a surprise, and there's coffee and bookstores.

TW: mild panic attack, swearing, discussion/mention of past abuse.

Disclaimer: I absolutely changed Mox's backstory so read carefully ❤️ I also have no idea about Claudio's past but this is fiction lol ❤️ Italics are flashbacks

Bold is text messages

I only claim Grace and her family; everyone else I'm borrowing.

(Pictures aren't mine)

The week trudges on for Grace after meeting Jon. True to her word, when she got home Shaul, Nancy, and Joanie had wanted to hear all about it.

As suspected, there’s a knock on the door as she unpacks and lovingly puts her new books from William and Bryan on her shelf.

“Knock, knock baby.” Nancy pops her head into the open door and beams at Grace. “Can I come in?”

“Sure Mama, I missed you!” She accepts the big hug that Nancy gives her and gives an extra squeeze before sitting on the bed.

“I missed you too, sweet girl.” She beams at Grace. “So, show me the mark! I wanna see it!” Grace grins happily and places her arm into Nancy’s waiting hand. “Oh, look at my baby, growing up and finding her soulmate and looks like there will be another one too!”

She runs her finger over the mark and smiles. “His name is Jon Moxley. He seems a little rough around the edges when you first meet him, but he’s sweet. He brought me hot chocolate before he had to leave so he could see me.” Her heart flutters at the moment. “The other’s name is Claudio; Jon says he’s a Swiss sweetheart.”

Nancy chuckles. “That look on your face reminds me of when I met Peter. Your Uncle Taz was -what was it you said- rough around the edges to everyone, but when we met and I saw his mark I went right up and put my hand over the mark.” She places the hand not holding Grace’s arm over the orange sun on her bicep. “People thought I was crazy because he liked to stay in character around others, but he was nothing but sweet to me. When I was in WCW, he would use any time he had to come visit me and when I left, I traveled on the road with him, until Tyler.”

“Was it hard? When both of you were in different companies and you had to travel to see each other? I know Eddie misses Chris all the time when they’re both busy and you miss Taz when you’re here with us. Claudio and Jon both fight in multiple companies and I’m in my senior year plus college is around the corner.” She sighs before laying back on her bed and laughs when Nancy lays down beside her.

“It’s hard to let him go when I can’t go with him and I know Eddie will say the same, but then I remember that this is what they love to do. It’ll be difficult for you three, but I think you’ll make it work.” She grabs Grace’s hand and Grace never tires of feeling the safety and warmth that comes from Nancy.

“I never thought I’d feel so safe and comfortable with him already; it makes me excited to meet Claudio too.”

“They better be good to you, or they’ll have to deal with me.”

“I think Jon already heard those threats when I left him to talk to William Regal before we all left.” They both laugh loudly.

“Everyone knows that I am the most dangerous in this family and you’re my baby girl.”

“Gracie?” Grace snaps out of her thoughts as Shaul waves a hand in front of her face and giggles. “Back with us? Or are you thinking about your new boyfriend?” She throws a pen at her as Shaul sings out the word.

“Shut up, Shauly! I’m just thinking that’s all.” She blushes and goes back to the homework she’s working on.

Shaul flops next to her on the couch and Ty grumbles on the other side of her as he’s bounced and his reading is disrupted. “Sorry Tyler. Are you okay, Grace?” She lays a hand over Grace’s pencil.

Grace runs a hand through Ty’s hair to calm him. “Hey, you wanna go get some chips from the office? I got some new flavors for you.”

He looks at her with bored eyes. “Are you gonna talk about girl stuff?”

She laughs softly. “Yeah Ty, we’re gonna talk about girl stuff.”

He makes a face and jumps off the couch. “Gross. You want some?” At her and Shaul’s nods, she waits until he walks away to sigh and turn to Shaul.

“I’m okay, I guess I just kinda miss Jon.” She groans. “How can I miss someone I met once and talked on the phone with twice, Shauly? I feel like a wife waiting for her husband to come back from the war!” She covers her eyes and lays her head back against the back of the couch.

Shaul’s laugh makes her move her hands and glare at her. “I’m not laughing because you miss him, Gracie. He’s your soulmate, of course you miss him! Even if you met him five minutes ago, you’d probably miss him; according to Tia Joanie anyway.”

Grace checks her watch and groans. “I gotta get back to work.” She packs her backpack back up. “He’s just been busy and so have I with school this week, that’s all. I’ll get over it, Shauly.” She stands up and throws her bag on her shoulder before giving the girl a kiss on the forehead.

“I got you Hot Cheetos ‘cause they’re your favorite.” Ty mutters before handing Shaul hers and sitting back down with his book.

“Thanks Ty! I really appreciate it.” She puts her fist out when she notices he doesn’t want to talk anymore, and he taps it back without looking up. “We’ll talk more later when I’m done with work. I’m hoping I can figure out what Papa’s been so sneaky about since yesterday while I’m here. You wanna help?” She asks mischievously.

“Uh, duh I’ll help! I know Dad’s not coming home so I wanna know what it is too! Bet we can convince Sheri to ask him.” Shaul wiggles her eyebrows and laughs.

“Let me know!” Grace giggles and eats her Cheetos as she puts her book bag in the office and throws the trash away behind the desk.

She gets lost in her work for the next couple of hours. Her back is turned to the filing cabinet as she gathers some files for Joanie when a throat clears behind her.

“Hey! Sorry about that! How can I-?” She turns around and is shocked. “J-Jon? What are you doing here?” She sets the files on the desk and rushes around to hug him.

He stiffens slightly at the sudden impact, and she almost pulls back before his arms wrap around her. “Figured since you couldn’t kidnap me, I should come steal you away for the day.”

She pulls back and her smile falters for a moment. “Oh, Jon, I have work until five.” She sighs and lays her head on his shoulder for a moment before stepping back.

“Thank goodness you’re in good with the boss then, huh cariña?” Eddie’s voice sounds behind her and she turns to see an amused look on her Papa’s face. “You’re free to go for the day, we can handle one Sunday without you.” He walks up and shakes Jon’s hand before kissing her on the temple.

“This is what you were planning yesterday, wasn’t it?” She looks between the two men.

“Surprise, mija.”

“I wanted to surprise you and take you out for coffee. That okay with you?” He smirks at her.

“Completely okay, I just hate that you used all that gas when you were already where your next match was at.”

He shakes his head at her worry and guffaws affectionately. “Don’t worry, okay? I got you a gift anyway, so come on.” She laughs and hugs Eddie quickly before grabbing Jon’s hand.

“Home by nine?” She asks before she leaves.

“Just… remember you have school and use your best judgment. I want you to have fun and spend as much time as you can, okay? Be careful and be safe.” She beams and breaks away to hug him again.

“Thank you! I’ll call you when I’m heading home.” She grabs Jon’s hand and waves at Shaul and Ty before leaving.

“So, curfew?” Jon asks as they drive.

“More like, I always ask because Sheri goes to bed by eight or nine and I don’t want to wake her up usually. They give me a lot of freedom but it’s my last year in school and I want to do well. I’m planning on enrolling in University of Texas for the fall semester.” They pull into the coffee shop parking lot. “So, what’s my surprise?” She asks when he puts the car in park, and she runs her fingers over his mark.

“Claudio actually; he doesn’t have match until the twenty-seventh so he’s coming with me to my next one. He and I get pretty busy with matches, and he’s been like a damn eager puppy about you.” Her fingers freeze on his wrist. “Hey, we don’t have to yet if you’re not ready. We can leave right now.”

“No!” She clears her throat. “I-It’s all I’ve been thinking about, really.”

He gets out of the car and so does she but hesitates by the car door until Jon comes around and holds his hand out.

“Are you nervous? He’s gonna love you ya know?”

“I just… It’s stupid I know but what if he doesn’t?”

He gives her a small smirk before grabbing her hand and pulling her to him. “Only one way to find out Gracie.” He says before placing a kiss on her cheek. She rubs the half-colored mark on her wrist before smiling at Jon and letting him lead her into the coffee shop. She looks around the small shop and her eyes are drawn to a tall, built man in the corner. His eyes light up as he notices them, and she looks over to Jon to see a small smirk on his face.

He leans down to whisper in her ear. “There he is, Gracie.” She smiles softly and walks over to the new face with Jon.

“Ciao bellissima, my name is Claudio.” He holds out his hand to her and with another look to Jon, she gives him her hand.

She gasps softly as the small shock runs through her body and he lifts her hand to gently kiss the back of it. “Hola guapo, I’m Grace.” He smiles widely when she speaks Spanish back to him.

“Ah, beautiful, and now our marks are complete, yes bellissima?” She looks down as he turns her arm over to show the filled scarlet mark and she gasps.

“It’s so beautiful.” She whispers in awe and Jon chuckles fondly behind her before she hears his voice right next to her ear.

“Just like you, darlin’. Right Claudio?” His voice is gruff, and she shivers slightly.

“Our Grace is very beautiful, Jon.” He reaches a hand up and places it slowly on her cheek as she blushes. “Why don’t we get some coffee and sit so we can get to know each other, yes?”

She nods excitedly while Claudio’s hand is still on her cheek. “I’d like that.”

They order their coffee and Claudio laughs happily as Jon and Grace complain about him paying. They sit down after collecting their drinks and talk about any and everything. Claudio holds her hand as she explains her situation to him as she did to Jon and she loves that there is no pity in his eyes, only acceptance and understanding. He opens up about his family and growing up in Switzerland and she’s mesmerized. Leaning her chin on one hand and letting Jon play with her other when he gets spacey, she listens to him describe everything so vividly she can picture it.

“I was very lucky to receive my permanent residency in my first try at the green card lottery in 2004 and I moved to the United States. I moved in with Chris Hero, but I am on the road so much that when I met Jon, he let me put my stuff in his apartment.” Jon raises his coffee cup in a toast and Grace giggles.

“Ah yes, because it was such a hard decision to let my hot as fuck soulmate store his stuff in a place that I don’t visit much either.” They all laugh as Jon rolls his eyes.

She’s quiet for a moment before she looks at Jon. “Jon says you’ve helped him with his past… issues.” She squeezes his hand when he fidgets in his seat. “I just wanted to say thank you and I’m glad you were there to help; I don’t know what I would have done if I woke up one day with half a mark.” She looks between the two men and smile softly before sipping at her drink.

Jon lets her hand go and before she can react, he drapes his arm behind her back, and she leans back against it. Claudio reaches across the table to grab her hand and run his thumb across the back of it.

“I shall always do what I can to protect you both, piccolina, I swear to you.” He looks so sincere that she swears she’s already in love.

“We’ll protect each other; that’s what soulmates do, right?” Claudio nods happily and Jon wraps his big hand around her bicep and squeezes in agreement.

They change the conversation to lighter subjects until she notices Jon tensing up when the shop starts to fill up with more people. She looks at Claudio who is watching Jon and finishes her drink.

“Hey, do either of you like to read? There’s this really great secondhand bookstore that I’m in love with and I was going to go after work before I was kidnapped by this one. It’s right down the street.”

Jon sighs gratefully and she knows she made the right choice. “I mean I used to do coke and go read at the library, so yeah, bookstore sounds great.”

“To think, this crazy man just came into your father’s school and kidnapped you.” Claudio chuckles. “Let us go to the bookstore and find something. Jon and I will make sure no one else kidnaps you.”

They gather their things and throw the trash away. Claudio leads Jon outside while she takes advantage of the empty line and orders some of the shop’s cookies. She thanks the girl who gets them for her quickly and walks outside to see Jon leaning his head against the wall while Claudio speaks to him in what she thinks may be German. She walks gently up to them and clears her throat so she doesn’t startle them. She pulls a cookie out of the bag and hands it to Jon, who takes it while looking at her confused.

“Sometimes I get overwhelmed and I found out that sometimes sugar helps. Mama found it out when I had a bad anxiety attack a week after I had to confront my birth mom and stepdad at court. She was baking cookies with Ty, and he sat with me while I ate one.” She smiles at the memory of the little boy sitting beside her while she was trying to get her breathing under control. “It was the first time he ever hugged me, so that helped too, but I promise the sugar helped.”

Jon had been eating the cookie as she talked, and she can see he’s calmer. “Thanks darlin’, sometimes big groups of people surrounding me are overwhelming. In the ring I can ignore it because I’m amped and focused, but like that? Nah, fuck that shit.” She laughs softly and hands one of the other cookies to Claudio.

“Grazie, piccolina. Are you okay now, mein Herz?” He asks Jon as he runs a hand down his arm until he gets to their mark and rubs this thumb across it.

Jon nods his head and grabs Claudio’s hand from his arm, squeezing it affectionately. “Let’s go find our girl some books.” He keeps a hold of Claudio’s hand and throws his other arm around Grace’s shoulder.

Grace and Claudio keep Jon between them as they take the quick walk to the bookstore. She happy that it’s Sunday and that that usually means little to no people. The ding of the doorbell has the owner looking up and smiling at Grace.

“Grace! There you are! I was about to call the gym and let you know I got a few of those books you wanted. Oh, and who are these two gorgeous men with you?”

“Hey Ms. Mason! Papa let me out of work today so I could hang out with these two. This is Jon and Claudio, my soulmates. Guys, this the owner Ms. Mason; I come here so often she knows my name.” She laughs joyfully.

They talk for a moment and then the older woman lets them be. The guys seem happy to follow her for a moment before something catches Claudio’s attention and then she and Jon are alone. She looks through the books on the shelf before she feels him crowd around her. She smiles as she feels hands on her waist, and he turns her gently.

“Well, hi there, Jon. How can I help you, sir?” She giggles.

“Wanted to thank you for earlier; your voice helped a lot when it paired with Claudio’s. Never had anybody do that for me before you two.” He clears his throat and looks away from her, but she puts her hand on his cheek and turns him back to her.

“I’m glad it worked so well and I’m happy that you have us now, Jon.”

He still looks a little sad, so she tilts his head down more and slowly leans up so he can stop her if he wants to. The kiss is soft, gentle, and absolutely perfect to Grace. As they pull back Jon nips at her bottom lip and it seems to Grace that he’s breathing a little easier.

“That okay, darlin’?” Jon whispers and she nods happily.

“It was perfect, Jon.” He smiles gently at her and puts a little space between them so they can go back to shopping for books.

Jon’s sweet and carries the small stack of books she’s collected to buy, and she looks at him as he starts to laugh out of nowhere. “Sorry, I just… you always call me Jon, even when I said Mox; Claudio did the same thing.”

She looks at him with a smirk. “I mean, I can always change that, Moxie.” She says with a wink and laughs when he groans.

“I take it back, ya brat.” He grumbles.

“Oh, no way!” She laughs. “Don’t you worry Moxie.” She leans up and gives him a kiss on the cheek.

“Piccolina, mein Herz, there you are! Did you find anything?”

“Oh sweetie, I don’t think Grace ever leaves without something.” The guys laugh loudly and Grace blushes. “That’s the way to that girl’s heart, just build her a library.”

“Ms. Mason! Don’t give my secrets away like that!” She laughs and Claudio puts a hand on her lower back that makes her feel warm.

“A library, yes? I think that can be arranged one day, what do you think Jon?” Claudio beams and throws her a wink before looking at Jon.

“Yeah, we can build our cute fuckin’ nerd a library.”

She shakes her head and grabs Claudio’s books to add to her stack and she cuts him off when he tries to protest. “Nope, you paid for coffee and Moxie paid for the gas and stuff to come see me so I can buy your books.” She turns to Jon. “You want anything? They have comics and I remember you saying you like Batman.” Jon’s eyes light up so she points them out and watches him walk off.

“That is very kind of you, piccolina.” She blushes and gives him a small smile and they decide to stay to the side of the counter while they wait for Jon in case someone comes in.

“What does that mean?” She asks curiously.

“Piccolina?” Claudio’s full attention on her is… a lot.

“Y-yeah that one.” She pushes the dark lock of hair behind her ear not noticing the man get closer to her.

He puts a finger under her chin and tilts her face up with a bright smile. “It means ‘little one’ in Italian as bellissima means ‘gorgeous’ or ‘beautiful’. Mien Herz means ‘my heart’ in German; not that you are not also in my heart of course.” She’s speechless for a moment as his eyes roam her face and his thumb strokes her cheek.

“S-so, Italian for me and German for Jon?” She asks trying to sound flirtatious.

He chuckles deeply. “You may not have noticed much but Jon needs an anchor sometimes and the harshness on the German tongue seems to help. You, my sweet heart, have had enough harshness in your life from what I have heard, so I want to speak only the language of love to you.” A tear slips down her face and he swipes it away with his thumb before smiling lovingly down at her and kissing her forehead. “No crying piccolina I only speak the truth to you. You and Jon have had a hard life and, while you have found safety and protection, I only wish to protect and love you both.”

“You promise, Claudio?” She hates it as soon as it comes out of her mouth, but she needed to hear it.

“I swear it Grace, on my life I swear it.” She nods and he kisses her forehead again before stepping back.

“All good here you two?” Jon striding over to them with a stack of comics.

“All good Moxie.” She laughs as he groans. “Lemme have ‘em and don’t argue.”

“Not gonna let it go are you, darlin’?”

“Nope!” He snorts at her answer and all three of them head back to the counter. “Ready Ms. Mason!” She calls out, knowing the shop owner will hear her.

“Damn Claudio, I lucked out with y’all and accents.” He exhales harshly. “And she speaks Spanish; now I have two of y’all I can’t understand part of the time.” He snorts and they all burst into laughter.

“Here are your other books, darling girl. Is this everything?”

“Yes ma’am!” Claudio and Ms. Mason talk small talk while Grace notices Jon tapping at his collar bone and looking around the store. “Hey Moxie, you okay?” She grabs the hand not tapping when he nods at her and turns back to the register.

“Alright! Got everything totaled up and you had some credits from last time so it’s fifty-four fifty today.” Grace hands over her debit card happily.

“Will you put those in one bag and mine in another?”

“Sure thing sweetie.” Ms. Mason tries to hand her the bags, but Claudio beats her to it.

“I will take those ma’am, grazie.”

“Well, aren’t you a gentleman? You bring these boys back, ya hear?” At Grace’s agreement, the trio leaves the store and walks back to the car.

Grace checks the time and is surprised to see it was already almost eight. “Wow, time flies when you’re having fun I guess.” She hesitates by the car door and plays with the hem of her shirt before Jon nudges her gently.

“Hey, Gracie. We don’t wanna leave either ya know.” He says softly.

“I know Jon, doesn’t make it easy I guess, but I know I have to let y’all go because this is your dream and I want to finish school and go to college. I know how this works, sort of, through my dads and Mama.”

“It’s gonna fuckin’ suck, Gracie, but we’ll get through it right? And you’ll call us if you start gettin’ pissed about the absence. We’ll make this work as best we can while we’re in the indies and you’re in school, okay?”

“Worry not piccolina, we will come visit when we can and maybe this summer before college you can come to shows with us and stay in Cincinnati with us.” She beams at the thought and nods enthusiastically.

“I’d love that actually!”

Jon takes the keys and Claudio opens the door to the back seat for her. “Sorry, bellissima, long legs can be a curse.” She laughs at them and nods understandingly before climbing in the back and grabbing the bags from Claudio.

The ride is too short for Grace’s liking, and they are in front of her house where Jon turns the car off and helps her out of the car. They walk her to the door and Jon looks at the door for a moment before muttering to himself and grabbing her face gently to kiss her. It’s a bit rougher than the one she gave him in the bookstore but it’s perfect and just like Mox: sweet and biting. She groans softly when he pulls away and he smiles leeringly at her.

“I want you to remember that if you get upset at the distance.” He winks and steps back for Claudio to come to her.

He puts a big hand on her cheek and leans closer to her. “May I Grace?” He whispers and at her nod he kisses her too.

Strong, gentle, and loving are all that run through her head as they kiss. Where Jon is rough, but kind Claudio is soft, but sturdy and they are everything she needs. She sighs happily when he pulls back and runs a thumb down her cheek tenderly.

“Wow.” It’s the only thing that she can think to say, and they laugh affectionately.

“Yeah, that’s what I said when he kissed me too, darlin’.” She hugs Claudio tightly.

“Please be careful and call me when you get to where your match is.” She looks between the two men. “We will figure this out because I’m gonna support your dreams like you’ll support mine. Now go before I find a way to make you both stay.” She hugs Jon and makes him promise to be careful and call her when they get back home before whispering in his ear. “Thank you for this today.”

She kisses his cheek then kisses Claudio when she makes him lean down to her. Waving at the car until it disappears, Grace quietly goes into house making sure to lock up and heads up to her room. She changes her clothes and unpacks the books from the bag to put them up when she sees one of Jon’s comics in the bag. She smiles and flips through it when a paper falls out and flutters to the floor. She looks down at it confused before picking it up and seeing writing on it.

-shop owner gave me some paper for this that’s why it’s taking so long. this is my favorite one so maybe you can keep it safe for me yeah? feel like a fuckin’ sap doin’ this. -Mox

Grace reads it over and over before pinning the note to the board by her desk. She plugs her phone in and gets her backpack ready for school before heading to bed. She’s stopped by the ding of her phone and sees that she has a new message from an unknown number that she assumes is Claudio.

Unknown: this is the start of a brew-tiful relationship, our little bookworm. -Claudio

She smiles before sending a quick goodnight message for the both of them and laying down. She falls asleep easily that night thinking about her day with them; they were finally complete.

Spanish: Tía: Aunt cariña: honey mija: daughter/girl Hola guapo: Hi handsome

Italian: grazie: thank you piccolina: little one ciao: hello bellissima: beautiful/gorgeous

German: mein Hertz: my heart

Chapter 7! And Claudio makes three to complete the triad! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Much love!! 😘

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