#AEW is pretty much M rated

[elitehanitje]

#Christian Cage #Candice LeRae #Maxine Dupri #AEW #WWE #All Elite Wrestling #All Elite #simple as this #Christian is a heel #he builds #not just spit it to the opponent #when he first did it #everyone was in uproar #but then ppl accepted it #or not #there were complaints of course #but everyone knows now it is his gimmick #Candance was doing it in the middle of a match #outta nowhere #also WWE is PG crowd #AEW is pretty much M rated

[queenofthefallenangels]

She’s Mine Part 3

Jon Moxley X Reader 

Rated: M

Warnings: Jon being angsty, mentions of abuse 

Chapter Summary: Reader confronts Jon about his early return. 

A/N: I tried to keep it as close to canon as I can, but my memory is bad so I might be making some things up. 

@abadamn @hotyeehawman

“What’s Jon doing here?” I asked Brandi when I saw Jon in the back. I hadn’t talked to him since last night when I ended it with him. I felt horrible. The last few months of us sneaking around were amazing. I didn’t want them to stop, but I had to. Kenny was starting to notice something.  It wasn’t hard to hide this affair from him the last few months. He had been busy with impact and Aew that not very much of his attention went on me. It didn’t bother me though, because I couldn’t stand when his attention was on me. It just ended in fights. 

Jon was also spending some time off AEW. He still came to the office from time to time. Mostly he had come to see me, but not that anyone knew that. He did have other reasons to be there. 

Tonight, I thought Jon was signed up for a promo that they shot last night. He never said anything about coming back to work just yet. Not to me at least. 

And why would he? We weren’t together. I shouldn’t act so surprised, but it kind of stung at the same time. I ended things with him. He had no reason to tell me anything anymore. For all I knew he hated me after the things I said yesterday. 

“Change of plans,” Brandi said, taking me out of my thoughts. “He said he changed his mind and is going back after the belt.” She shrugged. “It was really last minute. He called in the middle of the night and said he wants to settle a score with Kenny.” My stomach felt like it fell to the floor at her words. Something told me that this had nothing to do with the belt. It had all to do with me. 

--

I searched everywhere for Jon. He was nowhere in the building. I was able to find Eddie who pointed me towards the door that Jon was taking his smoke break by. I pushed open the door and walked out to see him standing there. The cigarette stuck between his fingers at his side. He was wearing his cargo army pants with one of his cut off jean jackets with Mox on the back. He looked...I couldn’t think of that now. 

He looked over when he heard the door close and saw me. He rolled his eyes when he looked at me and took another puff. It wasn’t exactly the greeting I expected or really wanted. 

“What do you want, (Y/N)? You want to rip my heart out again or something?” He asked with a sneer in his voice. “I mean you already crushed it into a million pieces, but hey maybe you want to crush into a few trillion.”

I took a deep breath, his words hitting me hard. “I did what I thought was right,” I said looking at my feet. He let out a small laugh. “Just because something isn’t right, doesn’t make it wrong. What Kenny is doing to you is wrong. What my so-called wife does to me is wrong. What we did...made me so happy that I don’t want to be right again. I am at the top of my game wrestling wise. Best of the best. You know who I wanted to be at the top with me? You. I wanted you.” He said, chucking the cigarette filter to the side as he stepped towards me. “You made me feel something I never felt before in my life and you just go and rip that away from me. Why? Because it isn’t right. We both knew it wasn’t right when we started messing around so give me another damn reason.” He said as he walked me against the wall, blocking my way with his hands on both sides of my head against the wall. “It was Kenny, wasn’t it?” 

I swallowed. I was scared, but not so scared that it didn’t make me wish he would take me right here in the alley. “Look, Kenny was starting to ask questions about my late nights at work. He saw one of the….bruises you left on my thighs. Kenny said that if I was lying about it being another man. He would kill that other man and….” I didn’t finish the rest of the sentence. He was pretty drunk that night he said it, but I couldn’t write it off as drunk missayings. 

“I would love to see him try and kill me without help. He couldn’t do shit.” Jon laughed. “I am not scared of Kenny. You should know that.” Jon searched my eyes. “You do know that right?” “I didn’t want to risk it.” Jon let go of the wall. “Why the fuck are you protecting me? I can take care of myself.” “He was so mad that night. I am not scared he will hurt you, but I am scared he will get others to help him. Outnumber you.” 

Jon shook his head before he grabbed my arm. I let out a small sound as he did. “What are you doing?” I asked. He lifted my shirt to reveal my stomach. He touched the small bruise that was left behind. 

“I knew something was up when you wanted to keep your shirt on.” He shook his head. “What the fuck did he do to you?” 

I looked down, “Nothing he just pushed me into a table. It was an accident. He was drunk and-” Jon didn’t even wait for me to finish my sentence before he was right back through the door leaving me alone.

#jon moxley #jon moxley smut #jon moxley x reader #jon moxley fanfiction #jon moxley x y/n #kenny omega

[staytiny-angel]

Grace and Country 2/5

Rating: M

Pairing: 'Hangman' Adam Page/F!OC, One-Sided Kenny Omega/F!OC

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Harrassment.

Co-Written with @lilmissriottbliss

Taglist - @moxleyunstable, @axelwolf8109

Summary: Ava and Adam go on that date, it goes about you'd expect with the Dark Order involved, Things with Kenny come to a head.

"Violet!"

"Ava? Mon Cher Smackdown is about to start why are you screaming?"

Violet gave Finn a look before putting her friend on speaker "Mon Roi is here too, what has you so excited?"

"ADAM ASKED ME OUT ON A DATE!" The younger woman yelled

Ava could hear Violet cursing in French from a small distance. “Really? That’s amazing! Give me details now!”

“I lost my phone and he found it near your adopted brother and then Kenny was annoying me again so he covered for me by saying we were going on a date so we’re actually going on one!”

“I’m so happy for you!”

“Could you do me a solid?” Ava asked

Of course darling," Violet agreed

"Could you guys not tell the big boss?" Ava begged "You know I love Seth to death, he's my dad shaped person but he wasn't happy about this whole AEW deal and he'll be even less happy to know I'm going out with one of their biggest stars"

Violet and Finn silently looked at each other before agreeing to the younger woman's request 

"We have you covered darlin" Finn said

"What are you going to do about Omega?I'm starting to worry. He's really not taking no for an answer"

“I honestly don’t know” Violet handed Finn her phone, taking out the one meant to contact family. “I think she’s going to threaten Malachi into watching over you” Finn laughed.

Ava sighed in relief. While Malachi Black, formerly Aleister to Violet, was dark and broody, he did scare Kenny with a simple stare.

“So how’s Mox doing?” Violet asked

"Good, he got Omega off my back last night at Dynamite, threatened him with Ruby." Ava said "He said something about promising Seth to look out for me?"

"Seth called him and Miro when you decided to go to AEW." Finn explained 

"Called in a couple of favors. You are the baby."

Ava rolled her eyes even though the couple couldn't see her "You've got to be kidding. I can take care of myself"

“We know you can take care of yourself, Seth has a overprotective complex” 

Ava sighed but didn’t disagree. “We got to go now, see you tomorrow!” Violet hung up.

Ava turned off her phone, seeing a text from Kenny. Rolling her eyes she deleted it. “Is he ever gonna get the point?” she asked herself before flopping on her hotel bed with a sigh. He thoughts turning to the next day and the date she'd been dreaming of for years. 

-Next Day-

She met Adam outside a café, the cowboy looking handsome in normal street clothes and without a certain purple and black group shadowing him.

“Wow, you look great” He said. As she grinned and twirled once, showing off the chic black suit she'd chosen for their date. 

“Hope you don’t mind but I invited Violet and Finn just in case your friends crash this”

Adam laughed. “They probably will ”

Inside the cafe, Finn and Violet were waiting at a four person table, surprisingly without their daughter in tow.

"Where's my honey bunches?" Ava said with a pout, that Adam found adorable

"Becky and Seth have her" Finn explained "Shes having a playdate"

“Next time you bring her” Ava pointed. Finn raised his hands and laughed. Violet slid over a black coffee to Adam. 

He accepted it with a smile. “So you’re both going after the top titles in Smackdown” he grinned.

“Yup!” Finn grinned. “It was fun in NXT but I wasn’t spending another week without my husband there” Ava sighed.

“It’s harder to get a title shot in AEW, I have no idea how to get to Britt”

“I lost the chance to be the inaugural champ because someone thought an ass deserved it” Adam muttered.

“Adam I think your shadows are here” Violet pointed to a booth in the corner

Sure enough, the purple and black clad Dark Order filled 2 corner booths, trying and failing to be inconspicuous.

"Oh god" Adam murmured "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have told them where we were going"

"They really care about you" Ava smiled at Adam causing that feeling to flutter in his chest again.

"You may not, have been the first AEW champion but you've got a shot at Kenny at All Out" Finn says

"Sure do" Adam says "I can't wait, I've owed Kenny an ass whipping for a while now"

“Fucking creep” Ava rolled her eyes. “How’s Paige?”

“You don’t know that from Mox?” Violet raised an eyebrow. Ava shook her head

“She’s ok, doing wonders with her makeup. Her and Sonya are planning a wedding”

Ava nodded. “Sorry about the Kingdom disbanding” 

Finn rolled his eyes. “Of course Vince brings up Shotzi and us but doesn’t want Kyle, Millie, Priscilla or Jordan”

Adam and Ava share a smile knowing while AEW wasn't a paradise by any means…it wasn't run by Vince. 

A loud bang sounded from the back of the restaurant and every turned to see one of the corner tables flipped on its side as John Silver looked around sheepishly. 

Adam dropped his head in his hands as Ava giggled "I'm sorry, I'm gonna go uh…handle this" he said rising from his seat and heading toward the back.

"They are quite the band of misfits aren't they?" Violet said as she tried not to laugh as they watched Adam easily lift the table back in place and start seemingly scolding them for crashing their double date.

"They love him, and with the entire….mess with the Elite…their very overprotective." Ava explained

“Reminds me of Seth” Violet said. Ava’s eyes widened.

“It totally is!” Finn laughed as Adam came back and sat down.

“They swear it’s just a coincidence they all wanted to come here on the same day and time as my date”

Violet flipped her hair and put on her flirty voice. “So this a date?

Adam blushed hard. “Um…well, it’s definitely not a…friend thing…we’re not friends. I mean we are friends!, but I want to be more then friends!" 

Ava blushed as she watched Adam flounder under Violet's question 

"Leave him alone, mo chroi" Finn finally rescued the younger man from his wife. 

“I was just being a good friend” Violet smirked.

Adam took a breath. “I don’t know why but I have a thing for goth people”

Ava looked at Violet.

“Really? Is that why you went to the Dark Order?”

“Honestly? Kenny ruined tag teams for me. The Bullet Club went to shit after you were kicked out”  

Finn’s eye twitched, remembering how the Young Bucks fucked him over.

“The Bullet Club is nothing to me now. They ruined it!”

“The Elite’s worse, nothing but kissing Kenny’s ass, apparently he was looking to go to Impact and take their top title”

“Thank god the old man bought them, Impact might have been the worse part of my career but AEW would have ruined them” Violet sipped her ice coffee.

Adam sighed.

“I don’t know what happened. One minute he was my brother, now he’s a stranger” Adam said quietly as Ava rubbed his back

"Its okay, your going to take the AEW title from him at All Out." Ava consoled him.

The 2 couples finished their meal and left the restuarant, Finn and Violet heading to the arena to get ready for Smackdown, and Ava and Adam walking though the city streets enjoying each other's company. 

"This has been great" Ava says as they finally end up back at the hotel

"We'll have to do it again sometime" Adam replied causing Ava to blush again.

"Maybe next time….just the two of us?" He asked softly

“No demon and vampires. No Dark Order” Ava agreed. Adam hugged her.

“Adam!” Evil Uno yelled. The pair looked at the stable. Anna walked over. “Well, the date was a success so Alex made you this” She handed a black jacket to Ava. It had a purple rose stitched in the back.

“Wow, Alex’s a suckup” Adam joked. “I’m totally wearing this next week” Anna smiled.

“C’mon Adam, before the idiots start screaming” 

He rolled his eyes but hugged Ava goodbye, kissing her hair before walking away.

The Next Week 

After spending the weekend and into the next week bouncing between elation over her successful date with Adam (including spending a hefty amount of time texting back and forth with the cowboy) and annoyance that Kenny just would not stop texting and calling, it was finally Wednesday and time for that weeks episode of Dynamite, at which Ava had a match against Nyla Rose.

 

Over the past few days she had gone hunting for more appropriate gear to compliment her new jacket and was now wearing black leather shorts with purple accents and a purple and black corset top. 

"Don't you look like a full fledged member of the misfit society, I really thought you'd have better taste Sweetheart" Kenny said walking up to her, the Young Bucks flanking him

“I’ve liked purple and black before the Dark Order existed” Ava snapped.

Kenny grabbed her arm. “Let go!”

“I just want what’s best for you” Kenny said fiercely 

“HEY!” Darby Allin hit Kenny with a skateboard.

“She’s said no to you for weeks now, get lost!” He roared, Ava seeing why Mox had pretty much adopted him.

Kenny looked panicked and all but ran. The Bucks, glaring at her as the followed

“Thanks” Ava said to Darby. “I hate that fucker”

"Join the club" Darby replied 

Later that night after beating Nyla Rose, Ava was celebrating in the ring when Kenny's music hit and The Elite surrounded the ring. 

"I really tried to do this in private Ava, baby but you just won't listen to me, you'd rather hang out with those losers instead of being part of The Elite"

“I. Am. Not. Your. Baby!” Ava screamed,.

Kenny stepped in, smirking. “Just accept the date”

The crowd began chanting variations of yes and no. 

Then the music of the Dark Order hit, Adam leading the stable to a beat down. Colt tackled Kenny, Adam waving sarcastically at him before going over to Ava, "You okay Darlin?"

"Yeah, fucking asshole. Why won't he leave me alone" 

"Ava, Ava!" Kenny panted, "I have a deal for you, since you and the drunk, seem so close lately, Next week….you and Adam against me and Britt Baker. You win, you get a title shot at All Out. You two lose, Cowboy loses his shot, and you go out with me"

Ava looked at Adam, who was clenching his jaw. Anna and Evil Uno nodded their heads.

Ava grabbed a mic. “We accept! And let’s raise the stakes!!! If we win and move on to kick you asses at All Out, you leave me the fuck alone!” 

Kenny gulped "Done!"

“I’ll add to that!” Adam yelled. “When I kick your ass, you don’t get to have a rematch as long as I’m champion. Let someone else get an opportunity”

"Deal!" Kenny said cockily "It doesn't matter anyway "You two are gonna lose and when you do...not only will Adam never get a shot at the AEW Championship,  Ava...baby...your all mine" 

#shai writes #hangman adam page x female oc #Hangman Adam Page #Hangman Page #Adam Page #Kenny Omega

[or-ng-c-ss-dy]

unbecoming

wrote another fic. have some heel gentleman’s club, doing gentleman’s club things. like making out and being drunk. 

it’s got some angst because the best friends break up. 

rated m/nsfw.

it’s on ao3 too, if you have an account, you can read it there

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Orange was drunk, that much was obvious. Swaying back and forth, leaning heavily against Chuck as they sat together in the locker room. He passed the half-empty bottle of Kentucky Gentleman back to Chuck, managing to slosh the cheap whiskey over both of their fingers.

“You know that we still have a match tonight, right?” Chuck asked after taking a deep drink from the mouth of the bottle.

Orange shrugged and a part of Chuck registered that their lips were touching the same place on the bottle, a sloppy indirect kiss in some ways. He had tracked the way Orange’s tongue ran over the rim, pink enough in his swimming eyes that he couldn’t help but stare.

“Fuck it.” Orange slurred out, far too late to be a response to Chuck’s question.

He could only laugh, putting the bottle up to Orange’s mouth in a silent question. Orange leaned back in response, head tipping back into Chuck’s lap as his feet came up to rest on the bench. Chuck’s knuckles were white as he fed Kentucky Gentleman to Orange, watching the way his throat bobbed as he drank, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of shitty whiskey.

“You were always drunk during our matches back in the day,” Chuck said, and it sounded fond as he sunk fingers into blond hair, short fingernails rubbing over his scalp in a way that had Orange shivering in his lap,”we were unstoppable.”

They definitely weren’t, but he certainly felt unstoppable with Orange at his side. After what Trent did to them, it was easy to sink back into their old ways. The deal was sweetened with a pliant Orange Cassidy practically purring in his lap.

Trent had gotten a taste for those singles matches, leaving him and Orange behind as he decided to go on his own. It pissed him off and it pissed Orange off, who knew him less than Chuck did, but knew that their friendship meant a hell of a lot to Chuck.

Trent made him want to be good. And, now that he was climbing the singles ranks by himself, Chuck couldn’t find it in himself to be good anymore.

It was easy to bring Orange over to his side, there was no doubt in his mind that Orange would follow without even needing to be coaxed. No matter how hard they tried to be good, they weren’t good people. It had been simmering, beneath the hugs and the ringside antics, the cracks had started to show.

They weren’t the Best Friends, not anymore. Hell, maybe they never were, no matter how Trent still looked at him like they were still fine or some bullshit like that. Or like what they used to have mattered after the dust settled, like he needed Trent or some bullshit like that.

He had the heavy, warm weight of a drunk Orange in his lap, nuzzling up to his crotch, he didn’t need Trent. They were the Gentleman’s Club now, had a new song and everything, pyro and shit. It was badass too, made them look like they were a threat.

And they were a threat. Who knew that plying Orange with alcohol like he used to back in the day would make him as lethal as it used to be, keeping him at a healthy buzz was enough to wake him up.

His fingers skated up Orange’s shirt as he planned his revenge against Trent, sliding over his toned stomach almost absentmindedly. He figured that he couldn’t commit literal, actual murder, but he was planning on hurting him regardless. Trent still hadn’t accepted his challenge though, no matter how many times he offered it.

PAC once hurt someone that Kenny Omega cared about to get him into a fight but...well...Trent really had no one those days. He used to have Orange, he used to have him, but now Chuck and Orange only had each other while Trent was all alone.

A part of him wondered if he would even come if he hurt Orange. If he broke that pretty face, made him bleed. Chuck carded his fingers through Orange’s hair, returning the bottle to his lips yet again. His eyes fluttered behind shut eyelids, lashes quivering. He was flushed and shaking in Chuck’s lap, one eyelid cracking open to look at him with an unfocused blue eye.

“Chuck…” He mumbled when Chuck finally pulled the bottle away from his lips.

Chuck’s eyes tracked a stray droplet, setting the bottle aside to drag his thumb over it. He pressed it against Orange’s lips until he parted them, letting Chuck push it into his mouth. The tongue that ran over his thumb was hot and wet, making him shiver and groan softly.

“Good,” he said, voice soft and breathy, “what’s up, babe?”

A part of him thought that he might tug Orange over, fuck up into that hot little mouth right there in the locker room. He was half-hard from watching him tongue fuck the end of the bottle, and he wasn’t too drunk to get it up like Orange probably was. Probably wouldn’t have been the first time that the AEW locker rooms had seen that sort of action, and Orange was certainly drunk enough to go along with it.

“Y’think Trent misses us?” Orange asked, slurring his words and effectively killing the mood.

Chuck scowled, finger tightening in his hair hard enough to make Orange hiss softly.

“Who cares?” He said, snatching the bottle up again.

He pressed it against Orange’s lips, forcing him to drink more despite the green-ish tinge to his skin. Anything to shut the asshole up, even if it was going to make him sick before their match. They could use it to their advantage if he puked all over the canvas anyway, it would be a hell of a surprise. A gross one, but it could work. Kind of like how Orange used to spit orange juice at people back in the day.

Nah, that’d be a little too gross. His nose wrinkled at the thought of it and he pulled the bottle away from Orange to take a swig of it himself.

The idea of the orange juice, though, that had some merit.

“You ever think about bringing back the juice?” Chuck asked after a few moments, hand moving from Orange’s hair to curl his fingers lightly around his throat. “Nah. It’s a DQ.”

Chuck laughed at that, grinning broadly down at Orange. His thumb stroked over a bruise on the column of his neck, one that he had left a few nights back. Neither of them bothered to hide the marks they left on each other’s skin, they didn’t care enough to be shy about the new angle of their relationship.

“You think I’d let them DQ us? I’d take care of the ref while you do your thing, don’t worry about that.”

Orange seemed to consider it. Either that, or it took a little too long to process from how wasted he was.

“Can I put some vodka in it?” He said and Chuck laughed, squeezing slightly around his throat. “Of course. Just remember to spit it, don’t just suck it all down in the middle of the match.”

They were better off without Trent, he just...got in the way. So it was better, a haze of alcohol and yellow overhead lighting blurring his vision of Orange’s handsome face in his lap. A fuzz of a halo around him, but neither of them were anything close to angels.

Still, he looked like he could’ve been one at some point. But they were never good, and that was the problem with trying to play as anything close to morally upstanding.

Chuck leaned down at the same time Orange moved up, licking the taste of cheap whiskey and cheaper orange juice out of his mouth. It was a filthy kiss, his hand still on Orange’s neck and the sound of people clearing their throats around them. Like their opinions mattered or something, he slipped Orange some extra tongue because of it, pulling him up by the throat to straddle his lap.

He let himself get lost in the kiss and the way Orange’s body felt against his, cupping his hip with the hand that wasn’t still resting on his neck. Orange’s own hands moved over his body, one sliding into his hair, the other on his shoulder.

A startled, familiar gasp cut through the silence of the locker room. Chuck cracked an eye open to look in the flushed face of Trent. He moved his hand down and cupped Orange’s ass, letting a smirk spread across his lips. Orange moaned into his mouth, oblivious to the new person watching them. He coaxed Orange into grinding against him, feeling the beginnings of a very hard-fought erection stirring in Orange’s jeans.

Trent looked like he was at a loss for words, face flushed as he tried to look at anything but the show they were putting on. Chuck tucked his hand in Orange’s back pocket, sliding him down to sit on the bulge at the front of his trousers, grinding up against his ass.

“What do you want?” He said, breaking the kiss.

Orange let out a soft whine, like he was going to tell Chuck exactly what he wanted him to do, until he noticed that Chuck was looking over his shoulder. Instead, he tucked his face into Chuck’s shoulder and began to mouth at his neck, looking to leave some matching bruises. Trent looked more than a little lost, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth, like he had forgotten why he had come to see them.

“You’re...uh. You’re on next, you need to go.” He said, not meeting his eyes. “Guess we’ll have to pick this up later then,” Chuck said in response, drawing his hand back and letting it crack against Orange’s ass, “c’mon, babe, let’s go kick some ass.”

Orange slid out of his lap, tucking himself under Chuck’s arm as he stood. It was mostly to hold himself up, partially for the closeness as he eyed Trent over his shades with a slight sneer on his face.

Standing across from Trent, he could remember what had happened as clear as day. When Trent decided that he had taken things too far, when the match ended and Chuck just kept going.

It hadn’t been his fault. They had gone after Orange, had put him out, made him bleed. It was just retribution, especially when they went after Trent next. Proud and Powerful were ruthless, they couldn’t stand up against them if they just sat to the side and let them do whatever the hell they wanted.

Chuck ended up with the pin, but it didn’t matter. Not when he had caught the sight of Orange’s battered little face, bleeding all over his shirt and jacket. The hours he’d spend trying to get the blood out, they wouldn’t be worth it if Chuck just stood aside and did nothing.

What the fuck was he supposed to do? What kind of best friend would he be if he just let them beat the shit out of Trent and Orange without stopping them?

And, if the only way they were going to respond was through violence? So be it.

He still remembered the way it felt to have Trent pull him off of Ortiz right before his boot made contact with his nose, robbed of the chance to see that violent red splatter everywhere. Robbed of his chance for revenge for Orange, he turned and pushed Trent back.

Chuck knew that he wasn’t fine, but...but seeing Trent across the room? It brought it all back, and he reached for the bottle that they left on the bench to take a deep swig of it, throwing his free arm over Orange’s shoulder and dragging him in even closer.

Orange hung off of him, seemingly uncaring as he lazily reached for the bottle. Chuck let him take it, eyes still on Trent because he really was at a loss for words. A small part of him wanted to forgive Trent, a larger part knew that Trent didn’t think he needed to be forgiven. That Chuck had been the one to fuck up, and that was why they couldn’t say anything.

They could say what the other wanted to hear. Or they could just move on without each other, a part of each other’s lives that were in the past. But Chuck still wanted his revenge, and he frowned, pushing past Trent.

“Chuck, I-” Trent started, cutting himself off when Orange pushed the bottle into his hands. “Save it for when I kick your ass in the ring.” Chuck sneered, shouldering past him.

They left him in the locker room, cradling the now-fully-empty bottle of Kentucky Gentleman. He couldn’t stop to think about consequences or closure or even revenge, although that was always on his mind.

He’d get his revenge. But, first, they had a match to win.

#my writing #otp: gentleman's club

[moxmoxmoxley]

Unhinged: Part 1

Unhinged:Part 1

Jon Moxley x Reader

Rating: M

AN: This is my first ever fan fiction/smut series. Feedback appreciated! Apologize for any typos, not great a proofreading!

It's a Tuesday evening. Work was exhausting, I'm ready to go home and take off my pants and settle in for the night. But here I'm are at this terrible dive bar downtown. My friends pleaded for me to come out for just one drink. So here I am.

"So what have you guys been up to?" I ask the group.

"Oh you know just planning our wedding! That consumes most of our time at this point. I can't believe it's only 6 months away." my friend replies.

The rest of the group chimes in "I know! I can't wait!"

"Me neither!"

The conversation continues and it's getting harder to hear. There's a loud and ROWDY group of men across the bar, hollering at each other and slamming down pints.

I shoot a gaze their direction, acknowledging them, silently judging their questionable behavior. But it is a bar.

"So, how are things with you?" my friends ask.

"Great! I'm working hard, hoping to get promoted in the next few months."

They drone on, discussing their careers, but I can't seem to stop staring over at the group of men across the way.

It looks like they all just got done working out. Clothes as casual, their skin with a slight glisten that can only be attributed to sweat.

I finally zone back in on the conversation.

"I'm hoping to take vacation soon" I chime in. "I'd like to get away for a while you know."

We're discussing different destinations when seemingly out of nowhere, one of the men from the group brushes past me, and lightly smacks my ass as he heads toward the back door.

I let out a shocked gasp. "Did that just happen"?"

Just as shocked as you are, all the girls confirm. "Pretty sure it did."

I turn to head that way before the bartender can stop me, "Do you need me to get security?"

"No, I'll be fine." I say as I head toward the back door down a dark hallway.

I start to wonder if I should have followed as I open the door.

The alley is empty. A single overhead street light illuminates the ground and some trash cans.

I turn my head and he emerges, seemingly out of nowhere.

"Ahhh, I just knew you would follow me." He sneers. "You ladies can never resist."

"Excuse me? Who are you?" I growl back, trying to open the door back up.

"You don't know who I am? You really don't know who I am?"

"Ummm no. I don't and I don't think I want to." pulling the door behind me.

He laughs, and before I know it, he's got one arm on either side of me, locking me between him and the wall. He's wearing a black vest, unbuttoned with nothing underneath and some tight, black pants. Honestly, in any other scenario, this would be a dream.

"Jon Moxley? Doesn't ring a bell?"

"No it doesn't" I say as I try to shimmy past his arm, but he meets my every move.

"Huh well if that ain't new. Well, I'm a wrestler. A pretty damn good one and pretty well known one at that." He looks me up and down.

I roll my eyes incessantly. "I've never watched wrestling, and I'm not interested in starting now." I try my best to move quicker to get past him, but still he matches each move.

He snickers "I bet you'd watch me wrestle, and I bet you'd love it."

"What makes you say that?"

He stares at me, a mischievous grin rolls across his face. " I saw you staring at me from across the way. I figured you knew who I was and couldn't believe that Mox himself was in the same place as you."

I will admit. I was staring. Something drew me to him and I couldn't quite figure out what. He was attractive. Something about him hollering across the bar was oddly arousing.

Snickering with sarcasm back at him, "Well, there were no intentions there. Hard not to stare a group of men yelling and making  themselves known. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to get back inside."

He still has me locked between him and the wall. "But so soon, we only just got to know each other."

"Yep, sorry." I finally duck under his arm and start heading for the entrance around the building.

He looks a little disappointed. It seemed like he wanted me to know who he was. What was he expecting when I came out here? 

"Wait" he trails behind me.

I turn around, and that mischievous grin still prominently on his face. I've never seen anything like it.

"I'm in town for a show tomorrow. Why don't you come out? I'll wager by the end of the night, I'll have made a wrestling fan out of you."

I contemplate the offer. "No thanks."

I make my way down the alley and right before I turn the corner, he jogs past me and firmly smacks my ass one more time.

This wasn't like the one in the bar. I felt his fingers grip my cheek tightly. That was a smack with intentions and a smack that left me wanting more.

I let out an annoyed gasp and he turns around and gives me a wink.

He disappears into the crowd outside the entrance and I make my way back inside to meet back up with my friends.

I should be deeply offended by that entire interaction. But I'm not. I find it oddly exciting.

"Should I go tomorrow? Where would this show even be?" I think to myself.

"He'll forget about me tomorrow. Better not worry about it."

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The next morning, I wake up to my usual 7:30am alarm, and grab my phone to shut the ringer off.

A few typical notification came across overnight but one in particular stands out.

"All Elite Wrestling Invites You" read the subject line.

"What is All Elite Wrestling?" I say out loud.

I open the email to read further. "Enclosed are your two all access passes to tonight’s taping of All Elite Wrestling at X Arena. Valet parking is included and you are welcome to enter the backstage area no later than 4pm."

I've never been to a wrestling show. I don't even know what All Elite Wrestling is. But I know someone who does. A close friend of mine, Jake, loves wrestling. Maybe he will want to go? I quickly scroll through my contacts to find him. Sleepily waiting for him to answer, I can't help but wonder why I got this email. Surely the rude man from last night didn't arrange for this. How would he have known who I was? I never told him my name. I never gave him any information.

"Hello?" groans the voice on the other line, clearly woken up by the call.

"Hey do you know what All Elite Wrestling is?" I ask him, sitting up in my bed trying to find my glasses.

His voice perks up a little. "Yea, AEW! That show is in town tonight. I have some tickets! Why?"

"Well I just got an e-mail with two all access passes for the thing tonight. Do you want to go with me? I don't know anything about wrestling, maybe you can explain everything to me."

You can hear the surprise in his voice, "How the FUCK did you get all access passes?!"

Should I tell him about the interaction? No, I better not. I'll sound crazy if the man I met last night wasn't who he said he was. 

"I don't know, I guess it was some social media promotion. You know we run those all the time at work. It says we'll be welcome backstage no later than 4pm. Can you swing that?"

"Yea I can swing that!" he says, practically screaming. "I'll swing by your place and pick you up."

"Oh great, it says valet parking is included so it should be a breeze."

"Amazing. I'll give you some summaries of what's going on with all the wrestlers and send you some matches. This is going to be so much fun. I'll see you tonight!" He hangs up.

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I can't focus. I'm sitting at my desk at work, e-mails piled up, but my mind is racing. Why were these sent to me? I'm reading through all the summaries Jake has sent me this morning, trying to understand who all these people are.

I hear my phone ding. The text reads "Here's the main event tonight. It's a title match so it's going to be exciting. Jon Moxley will be defending his AEW World Championship. His matches are always top tier. Here's the match where he won the title."

Chills run down my spine as I open the video to watch. Sure enough, the man walking through the crowd to the ring in this video is the man who had me cornered last night. I'd recognize that grin anywhere. It never left my head from the night before.

I watch the video. Moxley throwing the other man across the ring. Taking hits and stumbling around. I am into this. This might turn me into a wrestling fan. Honestly, I'd give anything to see that dumb grin over and over, even if it meant watching wrestling to catch it.

How am I supposed to focus on work now? There is no way this is a coincidence. He had to have had those tickets sent to me somehow.

I replay the match two more times. Studying his moves, finding that grin, and basking in his celebration after slinging that title over his shoulder.

I end up taking a half day and head home early. I just can't think. I guess I also need to get ready. If it really was him who sent these tickets to me, I probably need to look like someone a wrestling superstar would send tickets to.

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My heart is pounding. Why am I nervous about going to a wrestling show? This is so stupid. I am thinking way too far into this.

3:30 rolls around and I hear a few beeps outside my apartment building. I quickly run down stairs and climb into my Jake’s car. "Let's go!" I eagerly say as I buckle my seat belt.

We roll up to the arena and Jake follows all the signs for valet parking. We roll up and I show the man working the email. I was half expecting us to be turned away, but to my surprise, we were not. We got out of the vehicle and were escorted into the building, given laminate passes to keep on our person.

"This is incredible." he looks at me so excited.

"Yea, it is something else. Hey I watched that match with that Moxley guy. It was really neat."

"Mox is unreal. That will be the best match tonight. Do you think we'll see him back here?"

"Oh uh, I'm not sure. Do we even have somewhere to watch? Or do we stay back here the whole time?"

We find someone backstage and show them our passes and are led back to the area where the wrestlers are stretching and getting warmed up for the night. Jake is LOSING IT. He is in awe being backstage seeing all his favorite performers.

It's about 10 minutes til showtime and we're lead back to a standing area backstage, right behind some of the seats near the ramp.

"You guys can watch here if you want. Feel free to come back stage at any time, just stay clear of the wrestlers and camera crew. They shouldn't be in your way." the staff says

"Thank you!" Jake and I both excitedly yelp back.

The show starts and there's pyro, fireworks, the whole nine yards. This is truly a spectacle. The show starts with a very large man in very tight bottoms, talking into the mic.

"This is called a promo. He'll talk for a little bit and someone will come out and stop it, maybe fight. This is  someone Moxley has been feuding with, so he may come out early." Jake leans over and explains.

Sure enough, 10 minutes into the show, he comes out, runs into the ring and challenges the guy in the ring to a title match.

They exchange a few choice words before they cut to commercial and both men head backstage. As Moxley heads up the ramp, he sees me from across the crowd, we're the only two people standing up in the back.

There it is. That fucking grin. He flashes that same mischievous grin from the night before, points at me, and gives me a wink.

Jake looks at me, completely stunned. " Did he just wink at you?!"

I stumble over my words for a minute, trying to explain the encounter from the night before.

His jaw is slacked, truly in disbelief at what I just told him. "You didn't think to tell me this?!"

"It sounds insane! I didn't want you to think I was crazy!"

"Oh my god. Well he winked at you. That was at YOU."

The show continues. There's so much show left and I can't focus on a single match. I'm waiting for him to come out for his match. I've obviously come here for him, I wouldn't be here otherwise. That's hard to admit to myself. I have no idea who this man is but he's invaded my headspace and consuming every waking thought I have.

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It's down to the last half hour of showtime. His challenger comes down the ramp first, entering the ring, jumping around waiting for Mox to come out.

I don't know what to expect when he comes down to the ring. I know he's aggressive, borderline insane in the ring, willing to put his body through hell for the sake of a match, based on what I've seen. I find it arousing.

His music starts and he emerges from the other side of the arena through the crowd, the title belt sparkling in the lights. The grin is gone and is replaced with a menacing face of anger, lips pursed, forehead wrinkled. He comes down through the crowd and within no time, strips the belt off of him and starts laying punches into his challenger. Hit after hit, the next one worse than the first.

I'm entranced. I've never enjoyed wrestling but watching him take a beating and give an even worse one is awakening a feeling inside of me that I have never experienced before. The crowd is yelling and chanting, but I feel like I can't hear a thing. It feels as if I'm the only one watching as he leaps from the top rope and lays waste to his opponent.

I don't what this means. I don't know what any of this means. I'm hooked. Not to wrestling, but to Jon Moxley.

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The match is nearly over. Both men exhausted, bruised, and dripping with sweat. Mox lays his finishing move on his opponent.

"That's the paradigm shift. It's over, it's fucking over!" Jake yelps. I forgot he was there, I was so transfixed on the match.

And the count. "1, 2, 3!" and the crowd explodes chanting for Mox. Myself included. I'm hollering just like he was last night in the bar.

Mox lifts his title up in the air, giving that shit eating grin a flash to all sides of the arena and the show ends. The ref and his opponent make their way up the ramp and backstage while Mox stays in the ring, basking in the crowd cheers and banging his hands on his chest.

The lights start to go up and the crowd is dispersing out of the arena as Mox makes his way back up the ramp.

"That was fucking incredible." Jake says excitedly. "Should we go back there? Maybe he's waiting for you." he nudges my arm with a sarcastic grin.

"He's not waiting for me." I bark back, but questioning if that was truthful or not. "But we should go back there. We probably need to be back there for the valet."

We make our way backstage. It seems like there's more people now running around cleaning up. Most of the performers are back in their own private dressing rooms recuperating from their matches.

We make our way toward what looks like an exit when we hear a deep growl from behind us. "Sooooooo, did I win our little wager?"

Mox.

I turn around, entirely unprepared for the sight of him.

He's drenched in sweat. The subtle color of bruising on his shoulder from a kick he sustained in the ring and his title belt slung over his shoulder. That grin. The one that never evaded my head, plastered across his face.

"What wager?" I stumble through my words.

"You don't remember? I bet that I'd make you loooove wrestling if you watched me." in a deafening tone.

"Oh, she loved it. She was yelling and having a great time. What a great fucking match, man." Jake chimes in.

I shoot him a look. A look that can only say "what the fuck have you done?" as I hit his arm.

"Oh she did, did she?!" He shoots me a look, his teeth grinding together.

"So what if I did? It's entertainment right?" I bark back, trying desperately to win this exchange.

"Well that just means I won our little wager. So why we don't we discuss the details of my winnings." he shoots a sinister grin.

I panic. I can't let him take me this easy.

"I'll go get our car from valet and let you two hash that out" Jake says, turning around before I could shake my head subtly no in his direction.

He disappears and I'm left standing face to face with Jon Moxley. It again feels like I'm the only one here but we're surrounded by backstage staff, running back and forth.

"Follow me" he orders through that grin.

Reluctantly I follow. There's a tension between the two of us. The tension you feel when two magnets are about to connect. It's palpable. My chest is vibrating from my heart beating twice the normal rate.

He stops in front of a door after about a two minute walk through the back of the arena. He opens the door and I follow behind not knowing what's about to come next.

"So, you enjoyed Jon Moxley wrestle, just like I thought you would." he says as he grabs a towel from a table and pats down his face.

"It was entertaining. That's what this is, right? Sports entertainment?" I say nervously.

He shoots that grin my way, slowing making his way back toward me, the towel still in hand. "You just can't let me win, huh? Why so hard to get?"

I'm out of excuses but I find one anyway. "Let's not forget our first interaction was you rudely grabbing me and then very cockily explaining who you were. I don't want to let you win."

He inches toward me. His eyes piercing, the grin even more prominent. He knows he's about to win.

I inch backward, only to be stopped by the cold wall behind me.

Just like the night before, he now has me locked between him and the wall. Both his arms fencing me in. Heat is radiating off of him.

"I think you want me to win." his voice raspy.

I'm not going to be able to take much more of this. The tension is too much.

"What exactly are you trying to win?" I say back, almost a whisper.

He looks me up and down. Sweat is still dripping down his chest.

"You" he says aggressively and grabs my face with one hand and my ass with another. His thumb digging into my cheek and his fingers pressing against my jaw.

I let out a yelp and my eyes widen, his hand tracing up my ass and hip. I'm weak.

"Are you going to give me what I want?" He stares.

I don't know what to do. Words are escaping me. I want him to take me right now but I also don't want this cocky asshole to win. I don't want him to feel like he's won.

But, I'm powerless.

In the weakest voice imaginable, I mutter out, "yes" and the second the word leaves my mouth, he puts both hands around my thighs and lifts me up into the air with ease, slamming my back against the wall.

His lips haven't met mine yet. Any and all romance one would expect is not present. This is primal. This is sadistic.

And I love it.

His teeth grind against my collarbone as he presses me harder into the wall. His lips wet and tracing my shoulders.

I'm so firmly pressed against the wall with his body that he's able to free one hand and climb up my shirt, his rough hands dragging across my stomach and up to my chest. He firmly squeezes my breast and moans as he continues marking across my shoulder.

I am in complete ecstasy. My hands wandering his back and gripping his neck tighter with each bite.

Desperately, I try and reach down and feel him, aching to grip his cock through his pants.

Before I can reach, his free hand grabs my wrist, and he lifts his head up and laughs. "I knew you couldn't resist me."

I just stare back, the want prominent in my eyes, practically begging him to take me.

"You know what? You played so hard to get. You didn't want me to win." he says, practically cutting a promo.

"As much as I want to win, my biggest prize is doing the same to you." he lets me down and his hands leave my body.

He menacingly corners me against the wall again, both arms caging me. I'm unable to speak.

"So, we're done here. I'm going to make you wait. You want this cock so bad, I am going to make you wait for it. Because that's what happens when you're a brat." He laughs every word.

I'm stunned. I can't blame him. I did play hard to get. I didn’t want to give up so easily.

"I've got another match across the country in two weeks. On a Saturday. Why don't you make the trip? I'll make sure you can see the match." He smirks, knowing I'm going to say yes.

"Okay", I manage to mutter out.

"Good girl" he breathes into my face, "I'll see you then."

He opens the door to his left and as I turn to leave, he firmly smacks my ass one last time, winking at me as I turn to scold him.

But I can't. I can't say anything. I'm speechless. I'm breathless.

The door shuts behind me and I feel like I'm about to fall to the ground. My legs are weak, I'm short of breath, and my body still feels that tension.

I make my way toward the back to leave and mutter to myself "I have to figure out how the fuck to get to that match."

Part 2

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She’s Mine Part 5

Jon Moxley x Reader 

Rated: M

Chapter Summary: After weeks of dressing up you like a doll, Jon is sick of it. 

A/N: I am just going to say this and I will probably say it again. This is a work of fiction. Nothing I write reflects my views on Renee or their relationship. This is all for fun. Please no hate. 

Tags: @abadamn @hotyeehawman​

I was trapped. After the brutal attack on Jon, things became more clear. Don was ready to throw Jon and me under the bus in a matter of seconds. He was actively waiting for me to screw up enough just to do so. 

No one had to tell me that Don didn’t like me and it wasn’t for the cheating. He didn’t like me because I wasn’t the model perfect girlfriend for Kenny. So, I wasn’t stick thin, Kenny never cared. So, I wasn’t the prettiest girl in the room, most of the time, Kenny would say I was anyway. He always made sure I knew I was beautiful and that those things didn’t matter to him. He loved me for who I was. 

At least so I thought. He seemed to like the new clothes that Don had picked out for me these last few weeks that I had been parading around with them. I went with them to Impact along with AEW. All of them wearing skin tight close that made me feel more obtuse than sexy. Kenny seemed to think I looked great in them. He really liked the one that he ended up destroying. It was red with lace around the stomach so you could see my skin. Once we were alone for the night, he ripped it off in minutes before fucking rentlessly in me. This was the first time we had sex in what felt like months and it felt entirly wrong. It wasn’t like having sex with Jon where it was so wrong that it made itself right. When Jon was rough, it felt amazing. Kenny on the other hand, it just wasn’t right. I didn’t want to say he was vanilla normally in bed, but compared to Jon he really was. It wasn’t a bad thing either. I don’t what made him try to be rougher with me that night, but the whole time all I could think about was Jon. How I wish he was the one who I was hovering over me, or the one who was taking me from behind. I pictured it the whole time I was with Kenny.  

I hadn’t spoken to Jon since the night Don had shown me the pictures. It was too risky. I didn’t know how Don had found out about Jon and I, but I wasn’t about to find out either. I missed Jon though. It was driving me crazy. This wasn’t how this was supposed to be. Then again, I never fully thought through the concisques of the actions. 

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“I need air,” I told Kenny as we began to walk back to the dressing room from the cafeteria. I hadn’t eaten at all. I hated going on stage with a full stomach especially since tonight we were going to see Jon. Kenny had yet to answer his question of a rematch. He was holding out on him. He said he wanted to see how many times he could embarrass Jon. 

His thing against Jon confused me. As far as I know, the only person who knows about the affair is Don. He has yet to tell Kenny and is just waiting for that perfect moment to spring it on him. So why is Kenny so hell-bent against Jon? He acted like the man had done something really dirty to Kenny and he didn’t even know what that was. 

He nodded at me, “Okay, just don’t stay too long. I need you out there with me.” He kissed the top of my head before leaving me to go back to his dressing room. 

I sighed as I began to walk out. I slipped on my heel on the way out twisting my ankle. I cussed softly under my breath as I fell to the ground. 

“Oh, look, Kenny’s favorite doll.” said a voice. The voice was deep and husky as it spoke. I turned to see who it belonged to. It was Jon. He was standing out there smoking another cigarette. “What, princess? Lost your prince?” 

“What the fuck is your problem?” I shot back. I was rubbing my ankle as I spoke. “If you aren’t going to help me then could you please go smoke your cigarette somewhere else so I can get some clean air.”

“Why should I help you?” He spat. “It’s bad enough you dumped me, but now your little boy toy is out there beating my ass every week. Not that you care in your pretty new dresses.” 

“You think that I enjoy watching you get your ass beat every week? You think that I don’t want to stop it?” I couldn’t believe Jon would actually think that. I hated to see him hurt more than anything. If this is what they did before Kenny knew, I didn’t want to see what would happen when he finds out. He didn’t respond. He moved closer to me and inspected my ankle. 

“You should be fine. You didn’t sprain it or anything.” His fingers touching it lightly as he squatted down beside me. “Why do you wear these ridiculous shoes anyway?” 

I made a face, “Your wife wears these shoes.” I said taking my foot away from him. I did my best to ignore the slight tingle that came off his touch. “Besides, Kenny likes them.” He rolled his eyes at that statement. “Do you like them?” I simply shook my head looking down. “What I thought.” He said getting up from this squatting position. “Is this why you broke up with me, so you can play Vanna White for Kenny? If it is, that is absolute bullshit.” “Jon, it was an affair. We should have known it was going to end eventually. You have a wife and I have a boyfriend.” 

“My wife doesn’t love me and you know that. She never has.” He spat. I looked away from him. I didn’t know much about their relationship. Just the fact that she had cheated, other than that Jon kept things pretty silent about her. “Kenny doesn’t love you either. Not like I do at least.”

I glared at him, “Enough to leave your wife for me? You don’t love me. You love having sex with me because you can’t get it from anywhere else.” I spat. 

He chuckled darkly at my words, “You don’t think I can get it anywhere else? Oh, I got some news for you, princess.” He spat the word at me. I didn’t like the way he was calling me princess. He never called me princess before. It was like he was trying to piss me off. It was working. “I can get it from any girl I would want if I really wanted to.” 

“Then why don’t you?” I yelled. “Go find some whore and have her suck your dick!” I slowly stood up as I tried my best to balance. I didn’t stay up long and fell straight to the ground. 

Jon caught me before my face hit the ground. He shook his head as he lifted me to look at him. “When are you going to fucking get it? I just want you.” He said pulling me close. I was expecting him to kiss me. No, I wanted him to kiss me. I was dying for him to kiss me. I hadn’t felt his lips in weeks and I wanted them so badly, but I couldn’t have them. 

I looked away from him, “Jon, I can’t.” Tears sprinkled my eyes. “I can’t. Don knows about us. He  had pictures. Everything. He blackmailed me into doing all this. I hate it, you know I do. I don’t want to be center stage. I like the background and helping wrestlers with storylines. I haven’t been able to do that much with all of this. It sucks, Kenny treats me like a barbie doll and I can’t do shit about it because he’s already beating you like crazy. What is he going to do when he finds out?” Jon shook his head. “I can take care of it. I know some people.” “Who?” “Eddie Kingston. He worked with Don before he might know how to handle this blackmail.” He kissed my head softly. “But no matter what, we are going to fight this.”

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My Knight Part 1/2

Jon Moxely X OC 

Requested by: @xladyxfatex​ 

Rated: M 

Warnings: smut and fluff 

Summary: Kenny takes his little sister, Ashlynn to one of his matches to try and cheer her up. Ashlynn goes with Riho and some of the other girls to a bar after the show. That’s where she meets one charming man. Too bad that man was exactly who her brother warned her against. 

I groaned as I got out of the car. It was amazing to go anywhere with my brother. My brother had taken me along to much different wrestling shows that he had performed with, all over the world.  This was different. It felt like he was inviting me as a pity trip. I knew mom and dad had tried to coax him into taking me out of town to cheer me up.  

“Come on, Ashlynn,” Kenny said smiling as he handed me my bag. We were at the hotel for the city he was wrestling in tomorrow night. “You love coming to my matches.” “I do. When there isn’t a hidden agenda behind it.” I sighed. “I know mom and dad made you do this because they are worried about me.” 

“Of course they are. I am too. You have been locked up in the house ever since.” He paused. “It’s not healthy.” “I am perfectly fine.” I rolled my eyes as I rolled my bag into the doors. I knew what he was talking about. The last few months of my life have been in pieces. My fiance left me for his boss, I lost my job which caused me to lose my house. To top it all off, my Yorkie passed away. It all came at once like a nasty hurricane, leaving nothing, but destruction in its path. I moved back in with my parents which is something at twenty-eight years old, I thought I would never do. I was miserable. I locked myself in my room for days. Just wishing that I wouldn't wake up.  I knew Kenny's niceness was only my parents trying to get me away from my Netflix binging. Which was probably a good thing. The office was even getting old after its thirtieth run through. 

"Ash, you aren't fine. We are all worried about you. We thought maybe if we left you alone that you would snap out of it. You haven’t.” 

I sighed, “Fine, but did you really have to make Riho take me out. That makes me look even worse.” Kenny raised an eyebrow, “I didn’t make her. She asked me if I thought it would be okay for you to go out with the rest of the girls on the rooster. I thought it would be a perfect thing for you to do. You need to get out with some girls and forget everything.” 

“To a bar... where I could get drunk...and met a boy? What kind of big brother are you?” She teased lightly. 

“No wrestlers,” Kenny warned. That was always Kenny one warning. He would tell me all these horror stories about them. How most of them were just looking to get laid to fill the need of being lonely on the road. A lot of them also had let the fame get to there and the fact that girls were practically begging to jump on their dicks. He never wanted me to become one of those girls that he sees. He said there was more to me. He said I could date any other kind of athlete, but he had just seen too many with wrestlers. I never dated much of either. I mainly date normal joes with normal nine to fives.  I still ended up getting hurt though. It didn’t seem to matter. “Especially Jon Moxely.” Kenny entered that pulled me away from his thoughts. 

“Why especially him?” I asked as I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms tightly across my chest. I had no idea who he was even referring to. I hadn’t seen any of his shows since he joined AEW. I had really no intention as bad as that sounded. 

“He is no good. Just stay away.” Kenny’s voice was stern. I sighed as I nodded in agreement to stay away. 

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We went to the bar as soon as most of the girls were freed from the arena. Some of the male wrestlers had followed them as well though Riho had told her. Her English still wasn’t the best, so Brit and Brandi could have said something completely different and it didn’t fully translate. That or the boys just brought themselves. I didn’t care. I had no interest in any of them. I was too busy with a drink in my hand. It had been a while since I had alcohol which helped mend the fact that it had been a while since I was not used to being in crowds. I had hidden in my room for so long. This was the most I had other than going to the store. 

The problem with it being so long is that I wasn't as tolerant to alcohol as I used to be. I could feel how lightweight I was by the first beer. I didn't care though. Kenny wanted me to go out and have fun and this was definitely making it more fun. 

I was soon dancing on the dance floor with a couple of girls. I was actually enjoying it. Giggling with them. I had forgotten everything that happened these last few months. Kenny was right I needed this. 

Someone had to ruin my fun though. A guy soon came by and pressed his junk hard against me. I groaned as I turned around to see who the boy was. "Fuck off," I told him. "You aren't getting shit." I slurred him. I tried to smack him, but I stumbled a bit since he moved from it. 

"Feisty," he chuckled. "I like them feisty. Now, come on, I will give you a fun ride." He sneered at me. He grabbed my arm to pull me close to him. I tried to fight him off. It was no use. The man was stronger than me. 

"Hey!" Someone yelled from the back of the crowd as he moved forward. The voice was rough and husky. I turned to see a tall muscular man coming towards us. He had a short reddish-brown that you could tell was thinning at the top. He had a well-groomed beard. When I met his pale blue eyes it was like lighting between us. He grabbed the guy who had touched me by the collar. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you how to treat a lady, Sammy?” He asked. “If she says no that doesn’t mean force your tiny ass penis on her more?” He said as he pulled him away from me. “Hey, mind your damn business,” Sammy said as he pushed the man back. The other man stumbled back. A fight broke out between the two men. I was shocked. It had to be the tipsiness in me, but I couldn’t help, but think this was kinda hot. The man had gotten the upper hand on him. Sammy ran off into the crowd trying to fix himself from the embarrassment he just had. 

The man turned to me. I smiled slightly. I could feel my cheeks starting to get hot. “Thank you for that. I didn’t think he would leave me alone.” 

He shrugged. “He had it coming for being a disrespectful little prick. He doesn’t know how to treat a woman right.” 

“Well, thank you anyway, my knight, in shining armor.” She leaned up to kiss his cheek softly. 

He grinned, “I don’t know about that now. I am not much of a knight.” “Well, I would love to buy you a drink on me,” I said. As I moved towards the bar I could feel myself start to stumble on my own feet. 

“I think you have had enough to drink for tonight.” He said. “How about I get you home?” 

I looked around for any of the girls I had come with. I had lost them in the fight. Kenny would most likely kill me for going home with a random guy, but I had no idea where anyone else had gone. To be honest, I wasn’t looking that hard. I nodded, taking the hand that he moved out for me to take. 

“You never told me your name,” I mentioned as we got to his car. 

He opened the door for me, “Jon.” He got into the car. “What is yours?” 

“Ashlynn.” 

“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He winked with a slight chuckle. “Where am I taking you?” 

I told him the hotel I was staying in. He smiled which confused me. “That is the same hotel I am staying in tonight.” 

“Mhm, maybe you were meant to come and save me, and be my brave knight.” 

“Are you always so corny?”  He laughed. I couldn’t help but love his laugh. 

“Maybe. I am pretty sure it’s just the alcohol. That and I haven’t exactly been around people a lot lately. I have been living in my own world after my world kind of came crumbling down. “I know that feeling.” He nodded. “This isn’t a pass at you or anything, but if you’d like I could take you up to your room and we could talk it out. Alcohol isn’t exactly a good way to deal with it.” I opened my mouth to say yes, but then I remembered that I was sharing a room with Kenny. He would be livid that I didn’t come back with Riho and that I got into the car with this strange man. He wouldn’t be so nice. “How about your room?” She asked. “Mine has my brother and I don’t think he will like some random guy from a bar in his room.” 

“Nah, and I don’t need to get into another fight because of you,” He winked teasing me. “Come on, I will help you sober up a bit.” He pulled into the parking lot outside the hotel. He got out of the car and ran over to open the door for me. I blushed a bit as he took my hand and walked with me into the hotel. It was nice to actually be getting some attention from a guy. Even before the break-up, my ex had been harsh and barely wanted to touch me. I could tell he was slipping away before it even happened. I had been naive enough to think that I could make it stop. 

Once we were in Jon’s room, he shut the door behind us. He handed me a glass of water. I started to drink it, noticing how thirsty I was once the liquid hit my lips. I could feel my mind clearing up as I drank the water. I started to feel more nervous being in a room with a guy I only knew by the first name. When alcohol was still clouding my mind, this seemed like an okay decision. Now, I wasn’t so sure. 

“I don’t think you should have sobered me up. I may run out of this room now before you get your way with me.” I teased to help calm my nerves and end the awkward silence between us. He shrugged out of his leather jacket, “Or maybe that was my plan all along.” He winked at me. My heart skipped when I saw him wink at me. He smiled at me with his dimples showing perfectly. How in the hell was a guy like this interested in her? He was built like someone you would find in a romance novel, not a guy you would actually meet in the bar. In her experience, most of those were missing teeth or had a few STDs on their lips. He had none of that. He was honestly the sexiest guy she had seen. She could see better now that she was out of the dim lights of the club. His white t-shirt hugged his biceps almost perfectly. He had never missed a leg day because even his jeans hugged him perfectly. No wonder he had never made a move yet. There was no way I could be his type. He needs a girl more like him. 

I wasn’t ugly or anything like that. I was just well, average. My brown hair which waved at the ends fell to my shoulders. I was slender with not much boobs or ass, but decent enough. I couldn’t twerk, but my ass looked somewhat good in jeans. I had a little to grab.  go My pale hazel eyes were the best-looking part about me. It was why I wore a lot of eye makeup to make them pop even more so guys would ignore the rest of me. 

Jon and I slowly began talking to fill the awkward silence in the air. It wasn’t anything that deep, but it was nice to just talk to someone and he was probably the easiest guy to talk to. He was so laid back in every single way and had some amazing stories. He had me laughing like crazy. He made me laugh so hard I snorted at one-pointed. I covered my mouth completely embarrassed. He laughed at me, only causing me to blush harder.  

“I am sorry, that was just cute.” He said as he reached for my hand. “You don’t need to feel embarrassed at all for me. I won’t judge you.” His words were so sincere that I felt like I could trust him. He leaned into her. “I also know I said I wouldn’t take advantage of you, so you can leave after I say this, but you are honestly the most beautiful girl. I am glad that I came to the bar tonight.” He leaned in more, closing most of the space between us. I couldn’t believe what was happening. His soft lips were soon against mine. He wrapped a hand on my waist, pulling me close. 

Now, the smart side of my brain was telling me that I needed to smack him in the face. I needed to tell him off and walk out of the room. Just because he saved you from one creep doesn’t mean he isn’t one himself. The other side of my brain was taking over though. I wanted to kiss him so badly. The smell of his cologne filling my nose.  I kissed back wrapping my arms around his neck. In that second, it became more heated between us. He licked my bottom lip as he begged for access which I happily gave to him. I allowed him to explore every inch of my mouth before I wrapped my tongue with his. He pulled me onto his lap making me straddle him. I could feel his already hard dick pressed hard against me. It's been so long that I had no willpower to fight it. I needed him. I needed this physical contact that I was unaware I even craved anymore. 

I rolled my hips across him. I could feel myself starting to soak through my underwear. I bit my lip trying to hold in a moan. He must have taken notice because he pushed himself up against my core. I gasped as I felt him brush against my clit. His eyes dark as he flipped me onto the bed laying me on my back. He kissed down my neck, dragging his teeth on it. He was sending chills down my spine as he went. Once he reached my shirt, he pulled it up. His warm hands cupping my breasts as they pushed passed my bra. His hands were rough against my soft skin. I didn't mind. It felt amazing. His lips met my stomach as he began to kiss it. He undid my pants with one hand yanking them down to my knees. He pushed my panties to the side and licked ever so lightly against my lips before he kissed down my thighs. He moved his face back to my core. I could feel his hot breath sending goosebumps up my body. I didn't know what he was waiting for, but the anticipation was killing me. I bucked my hips. "Please Jon, I want this," I begged softly. That seemed to be what he was waiting for. He pushed his head back in my heat and licked my lower lips. He spread me open with his fingers still licking long stride before he focused his attention on my clit. He licked circles around it making me buck my hips towards him. God, I wanted more. He wrapped his arm around my hips holding me down as he sucked my clit. He pulled it into his mouth and sucked before making a slight popping noise to release it. I tried my hardest to move it back towards him. I could tell he was loving teasing me. He licked around my hole before he dove into it. He licked in circles before he thrust in and outside. I threw my head back as I arched towards him. My hands fell to his head as I tried to make sure he couldn’t get away with pulling back and teasing me more. I could feel him smirking against me before he went back to work. It wasn’t long before my high was coming close. I was moaning his name like prayer as my pussy clenched around his tongue. He picked up the pace of his tongue and carried it on through as I came all over his face. 

As he pulled away, I saw him licking his lips. “You taste like heaven.” He smiled as he kissed me again. My hands went down to his jeans. I could feel that his dick begging for freedom. I undid his pants and pulled them down. My hands went to his chest as I pushed him onto the bed. He pulled his shirt over his head as he laid back. I couldn’t help, but pause to stare at his body. It was almost perfect. I ran my hand down his abs. He didn’t have to flex them for me to feel his abs perfectly. His V was outlined perfectly as I ran a finger down them.  I slowly kissed his chest before I moved to his V. It was a good thing that I was so lost in lust or I might be nervous about this. All I could think about was giving him the same pleasure that he had given me. 

I wrapped my lips around him as I slowly started to bob, swirling around my tongue around his base. I began to take more of him into my mouth. I, soon, pushed him all the way down my throat. He groaned as he wrapped his fingers through my hair. He thrust towards my mouth. I gagged. My first reaction was to pull off, but he held my head there for a bit longer. He pushed a couple more times down my throat before he released my head. He pulled me back up towards him. His blue eyes met mine. “Are you sure about this?” He asked me. I didn’t even have to think. I didn’t even respond with words. I just smirked as I slid on top of his dick. His hands landed onto my hips as I began to move them against him. We still hadn’t broken eye contact. I moved my hips faster as I began to bounce on him. He dug his nails into my hips as he thrust back up into me. I threw my head back as my eyes rolled back into my head. 

He flipped us over so that I was on my back. He hooked my legs putting them over my shoulders. He pushed back inside me. He started out slowly at first then he started on a brutal pace, going fast and deep.  I gripped the bed sheets as he moved in and out of me. I moaned loudly as I pushed my hips against him. It wasn’t long till I could feel my pussy clenching around him tightly as my high was getting close. He reached his hand over as he began to rub my clit. “Cum baby.” He said his voice was rougher than before. It forced me over the edge as I came all over his dick. He wasn’t far behind me as he pulled out suddenly cumming all over my stomach. 

He got up from the bed grabbing a towel as he carefully whipped my stomach off before cleaning himself off. I missed his warm cum on me, but it was soon replaced by his warm arms. I didn’t mind it. He held me close as he ran his fingers through my hair. It didn’t take me long before I was sound asleep. It was the easiest I had fallen asleep in days. 

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I could hear a soft ring as I began to slowly open my eyes. My head was pounding in my head. I slowly opened my eyes and noticed I was in a hotel room, but it wasn't mine. The room was very similar, but the artwork gave it away til my eyes could see clearer. I could see my clothes on the floor mixed in with someone else. I looked over to the side of the bed to see a man sleeping next to me. In my drunken state last night, I had never put two and two together. Jon was actually Jon Moxley. The one Kenny told me to stay away from. 

As I looked at him with the sunlight coming through the window,  I felt bad for doing this, but if Kenny found out I was dead. I quickly grabbed my clothes throwing them on. I kissed his head before I headed out the door.

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Love Gone Wrong

Jon Moxely/ OC (Luna Knightly)/ Kenny Omega 

Rated: M 

Warnings: Graphic Violence. 

Summary: Mox goes into a rage after finding out about an affair that happened between Kenny and his girlfriend Luna while he was in Japan. 

“Luna,” Kenny said pulling Luna aside. “I need to speak to you.” He said to the small platinum blonde in front of him. 

“I can’t.” She said looking around. “I told you, he knows Kenny. He knows all about us. He is angry.” Fear was full in her green eyes as she looked at Kenny. “I am scared for you. For what he is going to do.” Luna was referring to her boyfriend, Jon Moxely, who is known for being a loose cannon. He was unpredictable most of the time. It made him great in the ring, but in other places….it wasn’t so good. You never knew what to expect from him. How he would react to such a situation. Kenny and Luna hade flirtation while Mox was in Japan. Luna should have known there was going to be loose lips around the AEW. Girls were dying for a chance at him, so of course, they would let it slip that Luna hadn’t exactly been faithful. Luna didn’t do anything. Most of their relationship was flirting and suggestive talk. Nothing more and nothing less. There was one little kiss, but that’s all.  She stopped it after that. Mox wouldn’t have it though. She knew exactly what this was going to lead to. 

“I don’t care what he knows, Luna. He can hit me with anything he wants to. I only care about you right now.” He grabbed her arms pulling her close to him.  “He needed to know, so you can end it with him and be with me.” 

“Kenny, no. I told you this needs to stop. This went too far.” Luna sighed. “It was fun, yes, but I never meant it to get serious. What we had, was just a moment of weakness in my relationship. I was lonely with him so far away. I can’t be with you, Kenny. I am sorry.” She tried her best to get out of his grip. 

“So I meant nothing to you?” Kenny asked, his eyebrow raised. Luna could see the hurt in his eyes that he was trying so hard to hide. “No, that’s not what I meant. I mean, I love Jon. I am sorry for leading you on as I did. That’s why I said we needed to stop after we kissed. I appreciate you. I really do. I really never meant for any of this to happen.” Luna could feel the tears fill in her eyes. She really did have feelings for Kenny, but her heart belonged to Jon. She wished it didn’t have to be this way. She wanted to be selfish and get both. They both filled something that the other one missed. Jon had a sense of mystery to him. He was unpredictable adding a sort of fun to their relationship. She never knew what to expect from him. Plus they had rough passionate sex. She didn’t know how Kenny was in bed, but she couldn’t imagine any man being like Jon. 

Kenny was sweet in ways that Jon just wasn’t able to be. Jon had a soft side like most people, but it was so hard to see it. He wasn’t one to open up like that. He didn't give her tons of affection like Kenny. She kind of liked that. It made her feel loved and appreciated. 

Kenny shook his head grabbing her hand. "No, you will be mine. You need to leave him." He put his hand on her hip leaning in for another kiss. Luna didn't move, but her eyes did widen at the figure she saw appearing behind Kenny. 

It was none other than Jon Moxely. He eyed Kenny as he began to crack his neck. Luna saw something in his hand that made her wanted to scream. It was his barbwire bat. His most prized possession next to her, he used to tell her.  He smiled at Luna when their eyes met. He put a single finger to his lips telling to ssh. Not that she could do much talking with Kenny's lips pressed against hers. Her legs felt frozen to the ground as she saw Jon swing the bat right into Kenny's skull. Luna took this moment to back up a bit as Kenny fell to the ground. The droplets of blood starting to come from the cuts on his head. 

"Jon," Luna yelled. Her eyes were pleading with him, "Please, don't do this." 

He pointed that bat at her. "Don't start with me, kitten." He growled. "I go away for a couple of months and this is what you do." 

"It wasn't like that!" Luna said her voice shaking. "I got lonely without you. I am sorry." She said dropping to her knees. 

"Oh, you are about to be sorry.” Jon lifted the bat above his head ready to bash it again against Kenny’s head. Luna launched towards Jon. She tried to get the bat away from him. He threw her off. “I warned you.” He said with anger in his voice Luna had never heard before. It looked like his normal clear blue eyes were turned to red. Fear started to show on her face. She was scared when she first saw him, but now with the muscular man walking towards her with a barb wire bat, she could feel herself shaking in fear. She backed up from trying to get away as he inched towards her. 

“I don’t want to do this kitten. I don’t like the idea of hurting you, but I just might have to.” 

“Please,” She begged him. “Don’t do this.” Tears were filling her eyes as her heart raced in her chest. “I love you, Jon.” 

He simply shook his head. “Do you? I think what I just saw might disagree.” He moved to swing the bat back. He was ready to strike. Luna closed her eyes ready for him to strike her. She knew she deserved it. How could she do this to him? He absolutely adored her even if he didn’t always show it. He had a hard shell that was hard to breakthrough. She deserved it. She shouldn’t have let things go as far as they did. She waited for the hit, but it never came. As soon as she cracked her eyes, she saw Kenny run behind Jon with a steel chair and bash him in the back knocking him down. He hit him again to make sure he couldn’t get over back up. He ran towards Luna. She reached out to whip some of the blood from his face. “Are you okay?” She asks. “I am fine, but you need to run,” Kenny told her.  

“No, he’s going to kill you. I can’t let..” she covered her mouth. Kenny looked at her confused as her clear blue eyes grew in horror. Jon had risen from where he was on the ground. He cracked his neck twisting it around. Kenny slowly tried to rise to get in defense, but he barely had a chance to turn around before Jon bashed his skull in again. He didn’t stop with one hit. He kept hitting him over and over again. Blood splattered out onto Luna. Blood covered Luna and Jon. He wouldn’t stop though. Kenny was long gone and Jon just kept going. He was making sure that no one could recognize him. 

“Think you can just mess with my girl, pretty boy?” He asked to Kenny’s lifeless body. He spits towards her. “Don’t you feel all high and mighty because you can take advantage of some girl. Should have known to never trust you.” He glared getting a couple more hits in.

 Luna regained some strength she had and reached out to stop him. “Jon, please.” She touched his arm. “Please, he’s already dead.” Tears were pouring out of her eyes as she looked horrified by what she saw.  

Jon didn’t look at her as he lowered the bat slowly. Luna didn’t notice his fast reach into his pocket where he pulled out a gun. He pointed it straight at her face. “I loved you. I love you so damn much.” “Jon, no, please.” She begged. “Don’t do this. I am sorry.” 

“You betrayed me. Ran around with him behind my back. You didn’t think I would know, didn’t you? I should have known better.” He pressed the barrel against her head. He pulled the trigger. “I should have known a pretty girl as you would hurt me. I just didn’t know it would bring me to this point. If I can’t have you all to myself.” He pulled the trigger, launching a bullet into Luna’s skull. “No one can.” Her lifeless body fell to the floor. Blood fell out of her mouth. It was odd, but Jon couldn’t help, but still find her beautiful. Her porcelain skin covered in blood. 

 “I can’t live without you.” He turned the gun to his own head pulling the trigger to his temple as he launched a bullet into his own skull.

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