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plentyoffandoms · 2 months

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Main Masterlist ♡ Jon Moxley Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: use of sex toys. P in V. Unprotected sex. Anal sex.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Requested by anonymous. Hope you like it.

WC: 908

I called out her name, knowing she was home due to the fact that her car was in the driveway. She didn't answer back, but then I noticed that the shower was running in our master bathroom. I smiled as I imagined her naked in the shower.

One sight I have seen multiple times in our relationship. I decided to suprise her in our room. I ran up the stairs, two at a time, and practically ripped off my clothes as I was about to climb into our bed, when I noticed the one drawer on her side of the bed, was slightly open.

It is usually locked, and I understand privacy, so I never cared much about what was in this drawer.

But as I waited for her, my curiosity got the better of me, and I had to look.

I leaned over her side of the bed, looked at the closed bathroom door, and then opened the drawer. My eyes widened at the contents of the drawer as I actually placed the drawer on the bed and started to go through each item.

"Jon." I looked up at the sound of her voice, the both of us startled. I didn't hear the shower turn off, and she was expecting me home later tonight.

"Caught the earlier flight, love." I forgot for a moment about what I was doing, but her eyes were zoned in on what I was holding. I looked down and then back at her, holding up the anal plug in my hand.

"So this is what you do while I am gone." It wasn't a question, but a fact.

She clutched her towel closer to her body and looked away in shame. I didn't want her to feel this way.

I called her name, and when that didn't work, I dropped the toy and got off the bed to stand in front of her, placing my hand under her chin, gently urging her to look at me.

"No need to feel shame, love. I was only stating a fact, but why hide these from me?"

"Any previous relationship hated that I used toys when I was alone. They thought I was using them because they weren't getting the job done." I rolled my eyes.

"Well they were fucking idiots." I pulled her into my arms, forcing her to drop the towel. "How about you show me your favourites, and you and I can have some fun with them."

"Really?" The question was silent, but almost breathy.

"Yeah baby, I want to see what you use when I am not here to take care of your needs."

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My cock was leaking with so much pre-cum, that it made it easier for me to jerk my cock off as I watched her from my spot, in front of the bed, on the chair I pulled from the corner, as she was laying in the middle of our bed.

Her back was arched, her legs spread, and I had the perfect angle that I could see the purple vibrating anal plug in her ass,

The dildo, that seemed to be the same size of my cock, she was thrusting in and out of her body at such a pace, that I watched memorised. My name fell from her lips as she quickly brought herself to the second orgasm of the day.

As she stuffed her pussy with the dildo to cum around something, she pulled on the chain that was laying across her stomach.

My mouth went dry when I saw her pull slightly on the nipple clamps.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I practically flew onto the bed, throwing the dildo to the side and slamming into her still spasming pussy as I fucked her throat this orgasm, triggering another one for her.

"Fuck, shit. Oh fuck. So wet." I couldn't even think straight as I fucked her. I reached down between our two bodies and pulled on the chain, making her mouth drop open.

My free hand gripped her throat, forcing her to keep looking at me.

"Never hide anything like this from me again." I growled out.

"I want videos, photos, anything sent to me when you use these."

"Yes, Jon." Was the only thing she was able to get out.

I felt myself getting close to the edge, but I didn't want to cum in her pussy. Not yet.

I flipped us over, and I placed her on her knees. I spread her asscheeks and gently took out the vibrating anal plug and tossed that aside.

I gently slid into her ass, silently thanking that we used the plug as I wasn't going to last.

I bottomed out, and I had to hold myself back from finishing so soon.

My thrusts were slow to start, just savouring how wonderful her ass felt around my cock, when she started to move back and forth.

"Faster Jon, please." She whined, and that was all I needed.

I fucked her so hard, so fast that she collapsed on the bed. My hands gripped her hips to keep them lifted.

My thrusts started to get sloppy, and it took only five more before I stilled, filling her ass with my cum as I groaned.

I collapsed beside her on the bed.

"Your past lovers were fucking idiots." Was all I said before I pulled her into my arms and kissing the top of her head.

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dirtywrestling · 1 year

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

Pairing: Young!Jon Moxley x Female!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Fluff, Kissing, Drinking

Commission Requests: Closed!

Imagine Requests: Open!

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

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

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

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

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

"Shut up." You mumbled.

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

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

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

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

"More than anything."

"Prove it."

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

"Prove it." You repeated.

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

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

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 1 year

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Red Stains 💋

Pairings: Jon Moxley x Fem!Reader

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

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

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @baysexuality , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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little-jey · 7 months

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check out my newest fic here!

i spent a lot of time on it lol ^^ i finished this art a hot sec ago and i was just WAITING to post these aahhhh

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jxtina-86 · 1 year

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Temporary Escape - Part 1

A/N: This fic has been and still is a work in progress. For seven years this has been on simmer. I picked it up again last year and wrote it religiously for MONTHS. And it is still not finished. So I'm posting this to push myself to finally finish it.

Oh, and I got myself in a right muddle because I started writing it before Mox went to AEW but it was all set when he was still in The Shield so he's Dean in this throughout.

Send words of encouragement. I. Need. To. Finish. It.

Seth Rollins/OC/Roman Reigns/Dean Ambrose (Jon Moxley)

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The hotel bar is dowdier and gloomier than I expected. Dotted around are the usual crowd I see the world over - the usual men in suits, sitting on their cellphones making calls to their families, lovers, and business partners. Then there’s the small gaggle of women on a trip out of town, having a solitary cocktail while waiting for the final friend to join them before they make their way out to a more exciting venue. A few tables down sits the elderly couple, visiting family or friends who didn’t want to impose, chose the hotel over the spare room.

And then there’s me. Depending on the location, sometimes I’m the only solo woman.

I make my way to the solitary barman stood cleaning glasses in an attempt to look busy. He raises his head as he sees me approach, asking without words what I want.

“Gin and tonic. Room 414.”

He nods, taking a newly polished glass and placing it in front of me. I pull out my phone and stare silently at my email inbox whilst he mixes the drink. I look up at the laughter that erupts through the still air and see the group of women making their way towards the lobby and out into the night.

Taking my drink, I head towards the corner that has just been vacated. Here I have the perfect vantage point over the bar and room - experience has told me that it is better to see unwanted attention coming my way rather than be blindsided by staying at the bar or picking a central table. I’ve also learnt that going straight to the bar in my full business attire isn’t the best idea either - that also seems to attract a certain type of man who thinks busines attire means up for a good time away from home. So instead, when I’m done with whichever business I’m in town to meet, I head back to the hotel and straight to my room to change into jeans and a sweatshirt before venturing to the bar or restaurant.

And yet, I inwardly grimace as I see one suited and booted man glance in my direction, his gaze lingering longer than necessary, it still doesn’t seem to work.

I watch out of the corner of my eye as the man rises, stretches, his shirt slipping from the waistband of his pants. He weaves through the tables towards the bar, gesturing to the barman for another beer and then:

“Is this seat taken?”

“No. But if you’re going to ask if you can take it, then the answer is also no.”

“I thought you could do with some company.”

“You thought wrong.”

He’s about to answer, when there’s a wolf-whistle from the lobby and a burst of laughter. We both look over and I can see the group of women are still huddled there, looking at something just out of sight. I watch as one of them breaks away from the group and teeters over in too-high heels. Her friends hang back, watching, still giggling to each other.

“C’mon, just one drink.” The man is reaching for the chair opposite me.

“No. I’ve got work. And you,” I look at his hand. “Are married. Go and call your wife.”

“It’s just a fucking drink.” His eyes narrow. “I was being polite.”

“I don’t care. I don’t want a drink with you.”

Behind him, I can see the women have moved on, the laughter has faded.

“I don’t want to fuck you or anything.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Great, now we’re on the same page.”

Two more people have entered the bar. No, three.

“Fucking bitch,” the man mutters.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard. I was being polite.”

I frown. “I was minding my own business. You disturbed me and then proceeded to call me a fucking bitch. How is that even remotely polite?”

His lips curl into a snarl. “Whore.”

“Hey,” a new voice calls out and I feel a familiar shiver down my spine. “Get the hint, man. She’s not interested.”

The man turns. “Who asked-” he falters.

I peer around him, my heart pounding. It can’t be.

Three men. One of them is my ex-lover.

Or rather, I think with a rare flush of embarrassment, all of them are.

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aen-maggs · 4 months

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Where did all the wrestling fanfiction go????

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hookhausenschips · 2 months

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🌸-Fluff 🔥Smut 💔Angst 📸Social Media

Imagines

Coming Soon

Headcanons

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Series

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thebarefemale · 2 years

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in bed with the BCC Part I

Jon Moxley

most observing of the guys; always has an eye on you to make sure you’re good

likes watching you get undressed

his favorite position is the cowgirl

loves to watch porn with you to get you in the mood

king of foreplay

loves long, long, loooong make out sessions

wants you to watch Stranger Things with him - fully naked

loves nudes

his favorite pet name for you is doll

cuming inside of you is his favorite spot to cum

can go rough but not too much

kind of has a kink for fucking while his theme song is playing

loves smacking your ass

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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! 😊

Fine Print

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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blueberryomega · 3 months

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VICIOUS (The Series) Part 2

Pairing: Female and male OC (Male OC was my husband's idea) x AEW Superstars

Summary: Audrey Nolan, an almost 23-year-old woman, comes to AEW with the simple fact of fulfilling her dream of being a wrestler, inspired by Chyna, her favorite wrestler. But as time goes by, she feels her dream destroyed by people who judge her because of her gender.

Warning: strong language, may contain sex.

Audience: 18+ [minors do not interact]

I don't own any gifs, photos or brands posted here. This is just a fanfiction! Don't like it? Go away and don't read it. That's it.

The night fell, Audrey did what she could to strengthen herself. Listening to "Limbo" by Daddy Yankee inspired her all night. She was thinking about Eddie all day, he was one of her several favorite wrestlers and she saw him as a dad figure. She still couldn't believe that that happened on that day, of all the bad things she faced before she could marry Jay. Someone started knocking on the door, it was Scarlett. She came as if she were a boxing coach.

"Good evening Audrey." She said.

"Hey, you look like a boxing coach." Audrey reacted. "What for?"

"To train you. I had a conversation with Jay and he told me that you don't jump rope or do any flips. I thought you were more or less a Rey Mysterio... I don't know, a Jeff Hardy... more or less like that."

"Scar, I'm not crazy enough to do all that shit. I wanted to be more or less half taekwondo and half boxing. I don't know... but not to be a high flyer. Forget about that, gurl."

"My biggest goal was for you to do at least some fucking clotheslines at least..."

"Well, I can do clotheslines. But forget about making Swantons."

Scarlett and Audrey went to a separate ring to start training.

"Great." Scarlett smiled. "Kenny, come here."

Audrey smiled, watching Kenny enter. He noticed that he was in recovery, but at the same time he wanted to see the Nolans' talent.

"Hello Audrey." He greeted her, making her feel nervous. "Hey, don't be like that. I'm not going to do anything to you."

She gave a sigh. "Hello... Kenny."

Scarlett smiled. "The only reason he came is to see what you learned during your training. Now try giving a kick."

Audrey raised her leg to try a kick, having a memory in her mind. "Addy.. are you okay?"

"I think...did I do it right?"

Kenny smiled. "You did pretty well, although you need to practice a little more."

"Let's see Audrey, how long have you not practiced?"

"Since...since I was in my third year of high school. I haven't practiced in a long time."

Kenny looked at Scarlett. "Go train her, she needs a little more efficiency."

Audrey started to feel bad. "I think so..."

"Hey, you're doing it well, but you need to get back that same energy you had when you did your first practice. That way you'll come out cool and give that fucker Claudio a hard time."

Kenny stood up gently, leaving the entire area. Audrey felt embarrassed by what The One Winged Angel did to her wrestling moves.

"It's better to stay as manager." She thought to herself and left.

Meanwhile with the BCC...

Claudio was sitting on a couch, upset along with Wheeler Yuta, Jon Moxley, and Bryan Danielson.

"Do you know what started bothering me about that tomboy Audrey? That she starts defending that shitty Eddie. I'm sick of it."

Jon rolled his eyes. "Here we go again."

"What's up? You got a problem?"

"Dude, everything about Eddie pisses you off, even the new girl pisses you off."

"More like the male pisses me off."

Wheeler crossed his arms. "Wasn't she the tomboy?"

Claudio roared. "IT'S THE SAME SHIT YOU BITCH, SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!"

"That's enough Claudio." Mox commanded. "If you don't want any trouble with Eddie, don't mess with the tomboy. Listen to me. Use your head to think instead of shining a light on it."

Claudio took a breath. "If that will prevent me from seeing the male, then fine. But the problem is with her, not with Kingston."

"You seriously are an idiot... you know what? Do whatever you want, but remember that I told you so. Don't come crawling then."

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Audrey was sitting in a chair backstage, looking at a photo of her husband and her at their wedding. A happy tear was shed, making him hug the photo.

"AUDREY!" Jay ran towards her. "Hey baby girl. How was today?"

Audrey looked at her husband. "Good... all good." .

"Hey... Scarlett told me that you need to do a little more training, since your 'twin' evaluated you."

"Honey, I don't know if I can do it."

"Why's that?"

"It's just... I don't feel capable of doing such a thing."

"Baby, of course you can. It takes as long as it takes, but that's okay. At least you'll be my manager until you're completely ready." Jay put his hands on Audrey's shoulders. "I love you Drey, you are everything to me... you are my entire life, and the first thing I told you before we got married would be to make your dreams come true and do everything... to see you happy."

"My love." She smiled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Jay winked. "Let's go to the locker." He whispered, scooping his wife into his arms and kissing her passionately.

Both went to the locker room, Jay placed Audrey's body in the couch, locking the door completely and running to kiss her, then starting to take off her clothes.

"Damn baby..." Jay smirked, as his voice deepened. "I started to miss those big juicy tits... that fat pussy... and those clapping cheeks. Gosh mami."

"You like how it is now papi?" Audrey looked at him.

"Of course, I've always like that hot body of yours. It..." Jay removed all of his clothes, placing himself on top of his wife and holding his hands on the couch. "It drives me crazy how big you get every fucking day baby girl. Fuck... I want you."

Both laughed, kissing like they were devouring themselves, as Jay started squeezing Audrey's boobs. Audrey started letting out a moan while letting herself get dominant by her husband. Jay's hands ran towards her neck, squeezing it lightly and seeing how her eyes grew big.

"Papi.." Audrey moaned, about to yell. Jay's free hand ran right towards her pussy, starting to rub her clit fast, making her moan harder.

"Fuck mami, you're so fucking wet.. wet, sexy, and all juicy just for papi."

He stopped for a minute, getting up and jerking off his cock, right before putting it in Audrey's pussy. She let out a gasp, feeling him deeper inside of her.

Jay started fucking her, squeezing her neck softly as he does. Audrey's moans where about to turn into screams.

"Jay!!" She screamed, rolling her eyes and burying her back on the couch.

He chuckled, leaning down on her ear. "Now everybody in this roaster knows who own you.. you're such a great girl."

Jay's deepened voice turned Audrey on, making her jiggle her boobs while she was getting fucked.

"Mami..." Jay took a breath. "Mami.. I'm close... i'm close to make a fucking mess in you."

"Cum in me papi." Audrey begged. "Cum in me..."

Jay's pace went faster, as Audrey's screams were louder. Then he came deep inside of her, removing his cook and shooting cum all over his wife's boobs.

Jay's body collapsed, and same did Audrey's. Both laughed and kissed, as they put on a blanket and both of them felt asleep.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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little-jey · 7 months

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Move Your Body - [new fic!]

“Fuck…” Jey breathed as he shrugged off his jacket. Seeing Moxley sitting there on that chair, sweating, bleeding, smoking his cigarette… it already made him weak in the knees. The man’s eyes were on him as he stripped, watching in silence as smoke spiralled up towards the ceiling.

“C’mon,” Moxley leaned back on the chair and beckoned him over with a two-fingered gesture. “I’m lookin’ for some stress relief.”

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The problem when I write something is that I start looking back at all my unfinished work.

I think I can pick them back up... but I immediately get overwhelmed and can't face it.

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let-me-love-you-loki · 11 months

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Yours to Tame--Ch. 6

A/N: Please be careful, my loves. There’s some heavy stuff mentioned in this one. Trigger warning: past abuse.

Chapter 6: After Rampage

My stomach dropped and twisted as the scent of vomit wafted up from the trashcan between my knees. Every beat of my heart shoved pain through my whole body. The back of my head throbbed. My hair felt sticky.

“Hey,” a voice said right by my ear. I wanted to turn toward it, but just the thought of moving made me heave. “Did you hit your head in the ring?”

The more the voice spoke, the more I began to recognize it. Bryan Danielson moved into my peripheral vision, crouching beside me. His rough hand rested gently on my knee.

Another wave of nausea rushed through me. My jaw clenched. I swallowed hard. “Yeah,” I mumbled, doing my best to keep my mouth shut. The lie burned more than the vomit in my throat.

Bryan twisted, yelling over his shoulder. “Somebody get medical. Now!”

The volume vibrated through my head.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

I hurled into the trash.

***

Bryan’s blood practically boiled with rage. He knew for a fact that Morgan hadn’t hurt herself in the ring. Deeb was as safe as they came. In all the years he’d known Serena Deeb—as a trainer and performer—no one had been injured working with her. Not even a bruise that was out of the ordinary for a wrestler. The fact that Morgan lied about how it happened made Bryan both sick and desperate to commit murder.

“Knox,” he whispered, “I was watching your match.”

He felt her tense up. Her face went pale white. Sweat stuck out on Morgan’s brow. He watched her jaw clench as she tried to stop herself from throwing up again.

“Don’t,” she mumbled through her teeth. “Don’t push it. Please.”

“Bullshit don’t push it,” Bryan responded. His voice came out far louder and rougher than he intended. She winced, the sound clearly hurting her ears.

He dropped his tone to a whisper. “Serena Deeb has never hurt anyone in the ring. Ever.”

Morgan sucked in a deep breath through her nose. “I fucked up.”

Bryan shook his head. “I was watching, Morgan. The whole thing.” He paused, giving her time to make sense of what he meant. He knew well from experience that a concussion made everything fuzzy and hard to focus. “I should have stopped you from even going out there. I should have had Tony say something.”

The sound of medical—it had taken them long enough—rushing over cut off anything more either of them might have said.

***

When medical showed up, the only thing running through my head was that Sammy was going to be pissed. Like I was definitely going to be wrestling hurt next week kind of pissed. Need to do my own makeup kind of pissed. Taped up in different gear kind of pissed.

I could sense Bryan still standing nearby as one of the trainers looked me over. Bryan held out his hand to her, showing sticky blood drying his fingers. He pointed to the back of my head. She shone a light into my eyes.

All Hell broke loose.

Someone held a pack of gauze against the back of my head. I hissed as the pain nearly made me pass out. A bag got thrust under my chin right before I vomited. They strapped me into a neck brace, moved me tentatively to a backboard.

Behind me, just out of view, someone barked, “You know goddamn well you shouldn’t have moved her, Danielson! You should have gotten Sampson immediately.”

I jostled with every step the trainers took, sucking in one deep breath after another to try to keep conscious. The pain ran like lightning from my head down my spine, through every nerve in my entire body. The world was blurred around the edges. My eyes fluttered and rolled back.

***

Bryan watched the trainers wheel Morgan away, a sick feeling settling deep in his guts. He took a few steps forward as if he intended on following them, but stopped before he’d gotten very far. After all, it was already going to be difficult to explain why he’d come running out to ringside when her match ended. Providing a reason for him to follow her to the hospital would be next to impossible.

“What the actual fuck!”

He whipped his head around just in time to see Anna Jay sprinting toward the retreating cluster of medical personnel. It looked like she’d thrown a hoodie on over her gear and ran out of the locker room at breakneck speed.

She pivoted on her right foot, turning to face him. She kept running smoothly backward as she pointed an angry finger at him. “You’re going to explain yourself, buddy.”

***

The next time I opened my eyes, I was practically blinded by the obnoxiously bright overhead lights. My head was splitting open. For a moment, it felt like I was about to pass out again.

“Oh, no you don’t.” Anna’s voice cut through the fog, jostling me awake. “Look alive, Knox.”

I blinked over and over again. “Turn off the fucking lights,” I whined.

She laughed. I knew the sound of it. Relief. Hearing it threw me for a loop. It took a moment for me to catch my breath. Instead, I squeezed my eyes shut and listened as she walked across the room to turn off the overhead lights. I felt the dimness as it settled over me.

“So,” Anna said as she took up residence in the chair beside my bed. The legs squeaked against the linoleum floor, screeching out the sound of nails on a chalkboard. “What happened?”

I drew in a deep breath as I braced for the nausea that I was certain would creep over me any moment. When it didn’t come, I realized they’d given me something. Something to reduce the throbbing of my brain behind my eyes and the steady crawl of vomit up my throat. I was grateful.

“I fucked up and hit my head in the ring.”

It was the same lie I’d told Bryan Danielson. We barely knew each other and he didn’t believe me. Anna and I had been friends for years. I don’t know why I’d even bothered.

“Okay,” she replied, drawing out the word until I thought she’d never stop. “Now tell me what really happened.”

Despite the anti-nausea medication, my stomach turned upside down. I was sure I was going to puke everywhere.

“You know what happened,” I whispered as shame burned like acid through my veins. I wanted to crawl into a ball, to hide and never come back out again.

Anna’s fingers wrapped around mine and squeezed gently. There was a deep, quiet sort of strength in her grip that pulled me toward a feeling of safety. I tried to gather strength from her, taking my time to draw one breath after another until I felt the nausea start to roll away.

The edge of the bed dipped beneath her weight as she perched near my hip. “Come stay with me. Morgan… he’s going to kill you. You know he could. He will.”

I swallowed hard, clenching my teeth so hard that I was sure they would crack. Forcing my eyes closed, I turned my head away from her. Everything in me screamed that she was right. That I knew without a shadow of a doubt that Sammy Guevara could kill me—whether he wanted to or not.

***

Bryan stood in Dusty and stared down the hallway toward where they’d taken Morgan for what felt like hours. He stayed there until the sound of squeaking gurney wheels and hushed, anxious voices faded away. The echo of emergency sirens had long since disappeared into quiet.

“Hey, Bry!” The voice reverberated along the concrete walls, bouncing back to thunder against his ears. Snapping fingers appeared in his vision. When he finally got control of his own thoughts, he blinked and looked toward the owner of the fingers.

“Are you going to stand there while they break down the set around you?” Moxley asked, sarcasm lacing his words. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Bryan took a breath, feeling it burn down his throat and push his lungs against his ribs with agonizing pressure. “They took Knox to the hospital.”

“Oh, shit.”

Without another word, Moxley hooked his arm around Bryan’s neck and steered him firmly down the corridor toward the locker room they shared. He slammed the door behind them in the hope that it would startle Bryan out of the stupor he had fallen into. Instead, he just stood there staring at the wall with unfocused eyes.

Moxley snapped his fingers in front of his friend’s face. “Hey! Focus!” When snapping didn’t work, he hauled off and gave Bryan a pair of open-handed shots across either side of his jaw. “Goddamnit, get a grip.”

Bryan barely registered the shots to the face, but his eyes finally met Moxley’s. They cleared just enough. “I shouldn’t have let her go out there. I watched her walk out there and knew she wasn’t right.”

“Huh?”

“She was stumbling. I knew something looked off when she went up the steps. I should have stopped her.”

Moxley shoved him back onto a chair and crouched in front of him. “First, that’s not your job. Second, what happened?”

Sucking in a breath, Bryan put his head in his hands. “Morgan had blood on the back of her head. She was stumbling, eyes unfocused. She had a concussion before she ever went out there to get in the ring.” His jaw bunched as he clenched his teeth. “It was fresh blood, Mox. Not like it had come from the match with Deeb. I watched that match and she didn’t hit her head. But earlier…”

“Spit it out, Danielson.”

“I heard Sammy screaming at her. I’d swear that I heard her hit the wall. He shoved her against it,” Bryan said quietly. “He did something to her, Mox. He hurt her.”

Moxley glared at Bryan even though he was practically looking right through him.

***

For a moment, Moxley felt as if he were going to vomit. He already hated Guevara on principle, but it seemed like he had a new sort of disgust and rage building inside him. The thought of Sammy’s smug face made him want to punch through the wall.

“I’m going to rip his spine out through his dick,” he snarled.

That was enough to make Bryan grin just a little. “I’ll hold him down.”

***

I drifted in and out of consciousness. The lights flickered on and off as nurses took my vitals and replaced my IVs. Every time I woke up enough to process anything, I could only register the pain that sliced through my head with every heartbeat. At the slightest sound of discomfort, Anna practically jumped up from the chair by my bed. She’d taken up residence there, curled up under a hospital-issue blanket still in her gear from the show.

A thundering sound broke the quiet. I jerked up, my head spinning so hard that I had to hold onto the bed railing to keep from puking or passing out or both. The door slammed against the wall. Light from the hallway spilled into the room, framing Sammy’s form in the doorway.

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