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concussed-to-pieces · 8 years ago

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Kitten; Epilogue

Fandom: WWE

Pairing: Jon Moxley[Dean Ambrose]/Unnamed OFC

Rating: Holy shit M.

AN: Thirst Party Crew, welcome to our epilogue! Tagging the amazing @tox-moxley, the awe-inspiring @oraclegazes, and our brave captain on this voyage, @hardcorewwetrash. Enjoy!

It wasn’t as if he had forgotten. More like that time was over. He was a free man, freer than he’d ever been in his life. And as he headed to the gorilla position backstage, body jittering with nerves and excitement, he knew that she was waiting for him at ringside. Like she always had. Like she would continue to do, hopefully for the rest of their lives.

A wave of emotion seared Mox’s throat and he quickly rubbed at his eyes. A large fist tapped the back of his shoulder gently. “How you doing, Uce?” Roman asked, his smile tight with his own nerves. “You’ve got this man. It’s all you.”

“It’s kinda’ gotta’ be, man. Ya’ ain’t exactly gonna’ fit under the ring in all your fuckin’ gear.” Jon grinned. “Hell of a secret fuckin’ weapon you’d make though.”

Roman laughed, pulling him in for a headbutt and squeezing his forearm comfortingly. “You’ll do just fine.”

“I wish…shit, I wish Callihan coulda’ made it.” Jon admitted quietly. “He always dreamed of headin’ to somethin’ like this, the two of us whippin’ ass in a legitimate fuckin' promotion.”

“There’s always next year, Uce.”

Jon was startled by the conviction in Roman’s voice. “Y’ really think I’m gonna’ be around? Damn, you’ll make me fuckin’ cry Reigns.”

“I know you’ll be around, man. Bet you’ll even have a belt. Nice shiny one for your waist. I’ve dealt with Lesnar before, though. Be careful and you’ll come out on top. Barring any unforeseen sneaky bastards cashing in on you, of course.” Roman said ruefully.

“'Careful’ ain’t really in my vocabulary, Reigns.” Jon knew that the ‘tough guy’ act wasn’t necessary around Roman, but it was a difficult habit to break.

Reigns rolled his eyes at him. “It is now, Uce. Just think about all the progress you lose if you’re out injured. Remember that and it’ll help.” Roman’s smile was knowing. “Think about her.”

“Every second I ain’t with her, Reigns.”

Roman squeezed his arm again, bringing him in for another headbutt. “Stay safe out there. We’re rooting for you.”

…

The crowd roared deafeningly loud when his music hit.

Jon found himself awestruck, just turning in place on the entrance ramp for a minute to take it all in. Hundreds, thousands of people. Screaming for him. Losing their fucking minds, absolutely going ballistic. For him! Street dog, lunatic, underfed, scrappy, mean-spirited and never-say-fucking-die Jon goddamn Moxley.

Wrestlemania.

This was a once in a lifetime moment and he wished with all his goddamn heart that Callihan could be here to witness it in person, be part of it, instead of watching from home.

“You go the fuck on, Mox. Get ya’ shit together, get in there an’ beat some fuckin’ ass.” Sami had encouraged him before he left the CZ warehouse for the final time, giving him a hard wallop on the back. “Don’t forget us little people when ya’ up there at the top with some fancy fuckin’ belt, got it? I’ll be cheerin’ for ya’. Fucker.”

Moxley knew why they had chosen him to play with Brock. He could take a beating, could land on his neck and roll through it to stand again and again. Lesnar wasn’t known for being careful or even remotely respectful, a fact that Jon was made painfully aware of once Brock and Paul Heyman made their way to the ring.

Lesnar leaned over the barricade, practically nose to nose with Kitten while Jon stood in the ring, his fists clenched. Mox just had to hope Kitten didn't panic.

“I’ll kill him.” The large man sneered, gesturing up at the ring.

To her credit, she smiled back at him and coolly replied, “You can try.”

Jon had worked with a lot of the men in the locker room, earned respect through discipline. He’d done time all over the world with all kinds of promotions, fought his way up through FCW, NXT into the big roster, and here he was on the grandest stage of them all against the one guy who would do everything in his power to fuck him up. Life sure was strange. Really, the only thing he could count on Brock doing was botching a perfectly good Shooting Star Press. Other than that all bets were off.

Brock didn’t want a good match, he wanted an easy match. A squash. Knowing that they had this fight, Jon had thrown idea after idea at Heyman for great spots (some more ludicrous than others, granted), but Lesnar had no interest in any of them. Anything that involved him not giving Mox as many suplexes as he could wasn't a big seller. And so Jon went into the fight, took two good ones and sandbagged the third. When Lesnar refused to let him go he went limp, forcing Brock to heft his full weight unassisted.

“What the fuck are you doing, asshole?” Brock snarled in his ear.

“Givin’ these people what they fuckin’ came here for.” Jon snapped, digging his elbow back into Brock’s stomach. “You ain’t gonna’ sell anythin’ I hit ya’ with, so now my gloves are fuckin’ off. Ya’ fake ass-” Brock’s large, gloved hand all but covered his face and Mox bit down on the padding over his knuckles. Lesnar grunted, releasing Jon as he tried to pull free.

Jon ground his teeth together, momentarily biting hard enough to make his jaw ache before letting go and rolling out of reach. “Nice try, ya’ fuckin’ gorilla.” He rasped, wagging his finger at Brock, who at this point was obviously incensed. “You want an easy fuckin’ match, go get fuckin’ Cena or some shit. Right now though, big man, it’s you an’ me. Ya’ ain’t exactly been receptive t’ my fuckin’ ideas. Know what that means?” Moxley murmured, tapping the side of his head. “Means I gotta’ get fuckin’ creative. I beat guys with fluorescent light bulb tubes. I’ve played in enough concertina wire t’ keep a maximum security prison cozy. I’m hard an’ bitter an’ built of fuckin’ hate, Lesnar. Ain’t some motherfucker who wanted to play with the fuckin’ MMA big kids.” He stood to his full height, glaring at the larger man.

“You really want to do this now?” Brock asked incredulously, gesturing at the arena around them.

“Oh sweetheart, I will do this all day an' fuckin' night if it gets a better match out of ya' fuckin' lazy ass.” Jon growled. He slid out of the ring, flipped the apron banner up out of the way and started rummaging. Mick Foley and Terry Funk (Mick fucking Foley and Terry goddamn Funk, Jesus Christ) had given him some presents and he aimed to use that shit. When he looked back up, Brock had yanked his left glove off and was working on his right, a savage grin firmly in place on his face. Moxley knew he should be scared. Should be intimidated. But he couldn't help the thrill that raced through his body.

This is what he wanted, this was why he'd agreed to this match. The arena lit the fuck up when he hoisted Mick's bat high over his head and then mouthed over the side of it like some kind of nutcase, like he used to do to the girls they sent in to him. He swore he could hear Kitten screaming along with the crowd, 'get him Mox!' With Barbie in his hands he rolled back under the ropes.

And stopped dead as a chainsaw revved to life.

The crowd lost their fucking minds all over again.

Sami! The mad bastard had scrambled out from beneath the ring on the opposite side and was currently standing tall on the announce table, Terry Funk's thankfully-chainless gift rumbling in his black-taped hands. He slashed wildly at the air, the grin on his face unable to be described as anything but shit-eating. He’d gotten a new black coat somewhere along the way, purple studs and accents matching Mox’s florid entrance vest.

The Switchblade Conspiracy rides again.

Jon thought his face was going to crack from how hard he was smiling. “Call'han!” He hollered, pointing with Barbie. “Getcha' ass in here, we got a Beast t' kill!”

…

Kitten hugged Callihan tightly when they returned up the ramp, wiping her eyes. “You did great! Did you hear them cheering for you guys?” She was practically bouncing in place, looking absolutely thrilled. Jon couldn't handle it when she looked like that and proceeded to kiss the breath out of her lungs.

It had blown his mind when he had paused for a second and realized the crowd was chanting Switchblade Conspiracy, not Suplex City, and Moxley had almost lost his shit. Almost.

Sami's laugh was shaky and he patted Mox on the shoulder, seeming suspiciously close to tears. “Shit yeah I did. S' fuckin' mindblowin'.”

Jon didn't let go of Kitten, just caught Callihan with his other arm and dragged him in to butt heads. “Y' little shit, had that crap all planned out an' fuckin' everythin'.” He rasped. “I kept thinkin' all fuckin' week, damn Callihan woulda' liked that or shit I wish Sami was here t' see an' then ya' just showed up, goddamn neat as y' fuckin' please. Fucker.”

“I couldn't fuckin' believe it m'self when I had Triple fuckin' H callin' me on my fuckin' cellphone, Mox.” Sami admitted, grinning again. “I only jus' signed t' NXT, figured I'd keep it a s'prise f' ya' ass. Instead, Wrestle-fuckin'-mania.”

“Hell of a surprise.” Jon said quietly as Brock and Heyman stormed through the curtain.

“Moxley! You've got some nerve, you little punk!” Paul raged, his face crimson. “My client-”

“Ya' client knows better now.” Mox interrupted, a nasty smile twisting his mouth. He bared his teeth. “Jus' be thankful I didn't take a fuckin' chunk wi' me, Heyman.”

Brock's huge hand landed on the top of Jon's head and the former MMA fighter proceeded to give him the world's most brutal noogie. “Don't try it again, shithead.” He grunted, words a little hard to get out due to how swollen his face was. Jon and Barbie had paid him back in spades for the suplexes he had pulled off. “Got lucky today, I'll give you that. Scrappy fuck. We'll be in touch.”

Jon's tongue poked out from between his teeth as he smirked up at Lesnar. Kitten all but plastered herself to his side, fingers digging into his ribs as he and Callihan stared Lesnar down. “Lookin' forward t' it, Magilla.” Jon said finally. Brock released him, giving him a smirk of his own before turning and limping away.

“Whoo, I dunno' how y' fuckin' do that shit.” Sami exhaled loudly once Lesnar and Heyman had turned the corner. “I feel like I need t' piss m'self every time th' guy looks at me.” He slapped his forehead suddenly. “Shit! I almos' f'got. Drake...y' 'member Drake Younger? He's one of our fuckin' referees now. In NXT. It's so fuckin' funny, man, he said t' say h--”

Jon grabbed Sami around the waist and hoisted him up in the air, ignoring the shake of his overused muscles as Callihan squawked indignantly. “Callihan y' little shit, don't change th' fuckin' subject! We jus' beat Brock fuckin' Lesnar, at fuckin' Wrestlemania!” Mox yelled, shaking his partner. “Holy fuckin’ shit!”

Callihan laughed harder than Jon remembered him laughing in years, wrapping his arms around Mox’s head and crushing his face into his chest. “Shit yeah!” He crowed.

Kitten’s hands settled on Jon’s hips from behind, gentle kisses landing on his shoulder blades.

Not a bad first try, for Wrestle-fucking-mania.

…

She was voracious that night, her normal worry about his bruises apparently pushed aside as she pounced on him. She tore at his tank top, the little noises in the back of her throat driving Mox crazy enough to flip her over and pin her to the hotel bed. She had dressed in Wrestlemania finest, a slinky purple number (she had informed him it was actually lilac) that matched his entrance vest and collar. Explicit MOX Violence, spelled out across his back in an obnoxiously bright shade of purple. As much as he loved the dress on her, he loved sliding it off of her a thousand times more so he could spread her thighs and eat her out until she screamed.

Kitten was soaked, grinding against his face and chanting his name under her breath already. It hit Jon hard that he was so completely, inescapably, hopelessly in love and he had to fight the urge to pull back. The match had been hours ago and he was still pinging with adrenaline, emotions running hot and close to the surface. “Love you.” He finally said quietly, kissing her thigh. “Love you so fuckin’ much.”

“Jon…” She was fucking quaking under his mouth, legs draped over his shoulders. He could feel her thighs shuddering in time with his motions, see the way her belly heaved as she panted for breath, whimpering and writhing and coming undone for him, for him.

“Kitten, Kitten.” Jon felt fucking reverent, like this was a moment that he should savor. So he did. He did again, and again, and fucking again, until his jaw was sore, until she was pulling at his collar and sobbing for him because it was too much, too much, need you. She refused to let him go, her hand clenched around his collar and hips rocking against his own as she dragged him up to her mouth for a hungry kiss.

Mox went willingly. Who was he to deny her a taste of herself?

“Fuck me please, please, please.” It wasn't a question this time, it was a demand. She was still the only one he'd ever been with that had asked so damn nice, though.

“Anythin' for you, Kitten.”

Deja vu washed over Jon and it was as if everything faded away, like they were back in the CZ warehouse with her spread out beneath him for the first time. The first slow stroke of his cock burying itself in her was enough to make them both moan, Mox pressing their foreheads together and kissing her fiercely. “'Unno if y' remember.” He began hesitantly, biting his lip and then rolling his hips to set the pace for her. “I was waitin' f' them t' send the girls in, an' instead it was you that came into the ring. All fuckin' shaky, flinchin' every damn time I moved.”

“You were crouched in the corner with that old collar around your neck. Ch-chained up.” Of course she remembered. She had to pause then, filling the gap with a breathy groan when Jon bottomed out in her. “I was just so tired of getting hit all the time.” She continued, barely a whisper.

“M' gonna' be grateful f' the rest of my fuckin' life that you decided t' step closer.” Jon admitted, smoothing the hair away from her forehead. “Grateful that I'm the one wakin' up next t' you, I'm the one who gets t' touch ya' like this.” His voice threatened to die right there, but he soldiered on. “I jus' love y' so fuckin' much, Kitten.”

“I love you too, Jon. You did so good.” She praised, her fingers running through his unruly hair. “I'm so proud of you.”

Jon didn't duck away, didn't brush her off. He pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist and fucked her harder, his pelvis crushing warmly into the apex of her thighs. Words failed him and all he could do was bury his face in her neck, quietly growling as her grip on his collar tightened and her legs rose to wrap around his hips. He mouthed over her shoulder, over her collarbone, his hand sliding between their bodies to stroke her clit.

“Kitten m' gonna' come, gonna' come, come f' me please, please please-” He begged, doing everything that he could to keep from tumbling over the edge before she did. Kitten's teeth dug into his shoulder and Mox shivered when she cried out as she came, her noise muffled by his skin. She bit down harder and that was it for Jon, his forehead dropping to the junction of her neck and shoulder while he spilled into her with a satisfied snarl.

Her fingers were in his hair, her breath sighing out with his face buried in her neck. He had done it. They had done it. Who knew what the future held from this moment on? Maybe a title run, maybe Sami would get shot up to the main roster. One thing he was fairly certain of was that the long, hungry nights were far behind.

The future was terrifyingly bright for someone like him.

He’d honestly expected to die pretty young, but he kind of just...kept going. Every birthday that passed was a semi-pleasant surprise, every time he woke up in a puddle of his own blood with Callihan pulling him back to his feet a tally-mark on the list of 'Not Fucking Yet'. He hadn't known what he was continuing for, really. Food, a place to stay. Surviving at its finest.

He hadn’t expected to fall in love. Hadn’t expected her to make everything better just by offering her love in return for whatever pitiful affection he could muster up. His life without her would be an absolute shit show and he knew that with a bone-deep conviction.

Jon had never gotten over just how fucking lucky he was. How incredibly fucking easy it might have been for her to never come back, or for him to forget about her entirely after that first night of taking her apart with his mouth.

“Promise, no bitin’. Good Behavior.”

“Can I stay here tonight? Please?”

“Jon?” She asked softly, sounding a little worried. Her fingers fidgeted with his collar. “Are you alright? God, I should have made sure you were okay before getting all greedy, I'm so sor--”

Moxley tried to reassure her by kissing her hard, but he ruined it because he was still panting for breath. She started to laugh, peppering his face all over with kisses while he grunted in annoyance. “Fuck’s sake Kitten, m’ fine. Probably won’t feel any of th’ bumps til’ t’morrow anyhow.” He mumbled, shoving a hand beneath the small of her back and arching her up into him again. “Mm, fuck. Kitten, love y’ so damn fuckin’ much.”

“I love you too, Jon.” She replied, cupping his jaw. “More than anything in the world.” She squirmed a little underneath him, getting comfortable and draping her arms over his shoulders. “Where to from here, oh Slayer Of Beasts?” She asked teasingly, hips shifting against his own.

“I dunno’, really. Never thought I’d get this far.” Jon admitted. “Kinda’ excitin’, huh?”

“Maybe a little too exciting.” She said, her tone dry.

Ever his beautiful, practical Kitten. Jon snorted. “I’ll talk t’ the boss. See where I’m goin’, whether this was a one-off or what. I feel like they wouldn’t have brought in Call’han if they weren’t plannin’ on keepin’ my ass in the picture.” She nodded in agreement, stifling a yawn. Jon’s eyes softened and he kissed her gently. “Sleep, Kitten. Y’ had a busy fuckin’ day.” He smoothed the hair back from her face, off her forehead. “Only good shit from here on.”

“Promise?” She murmured, seeming already half-asleep.

“Promise.” Moxley said softly.

Good Kitten.

Post-script AN: I would like to thank you all for joining me on this endeavor. However much or little you liked this story, I'm so glad I got to share it with you. I'd like to thank the Thirst Party crew and Mox Hoe Club, every one of you (especially you Tox!), because you motivated me to write every week as far as Thirst Party Saturday goes, and continue this story in general as far as the MHC goes. An extra special thanks goes out to hardcorewwetrash, naturally, forebear of the Thirst Party!

Thank you all for your time. Thank you all for your consideration of my tale. Most importantly, thank you all for enjoying. I'll see you real soon.

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paradoxunknown · 8 years ago

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The street dogs girl chapter 1

Jon Moxley was known as a lot of things; A greedy bastard, a mutt with questionable character, and a street dog with a screw loose to name a few. A love sick puppy, however, was not one of those things. Life was interesting for Mox at CZW.

The place was bred on violence and he thrived on it. Alphas were territorial bastards and Mox was no different. He was young, prideful, and the definition of an Alpha.

Mox wasn’t the only wolf at CZW. He had met another Alpha named Sami and the two bonded quickly, making fast friends. While there were other supernatural creatures at CZW, wolves or vampires were the majority.

Mox had a track record though. He was known for his bad choices, especially when it came the opposite sex. It was an ongoing joke between Sami Callihan and himself. It was because of that track record, he found himself awestruck.

He had never seen anyone like her, but he knew from the moment he laid eyes on her that she was his mate. Short, petite, fiery temper, and a mouth to match. She had curly honey blonde hair that reached down to the middle of her back and grey eyes that shined with striking silver sheen. Kitty Baxter was definitely something. She was five feet of sass and was not afraid of anyone; the half vampire half demon woman was a force to be reckoned with.

She had just debuted a month ago and was already making a name for herself in CZW. While she was tiny, the New York native was not afraid to take a hit. She could dish it out as good as she got it.

Kitty had caught Mox’s attention the night she debuted. Not many people, let alone a woman, would’ve tried to interfere with his match. When it first happened, he was pissed that he lost the match. But after a few beers and a talk with Sami the Ohio native found he was more so impressed than angry. After the interference on his match, Mox had made it his priority to be ringside at every single one of Kitty’s matches.

During that month of he watching her matches and making himself that bane of her existence, Mox had learned a lot about the woman that caught his eye; Kitty was just her nickname and the name she preferred to be called. Katerina-Anne was her full name name. He had also learned that Kitty’s real last name was Parker.

“Mox.” a voice said, snapping the Cincinnati native out of his thoughts. “You stare at her any longer and you’ll give yourself an aneurysm.”

“Oh haha,” Mox responded, looking to his right to glare at the man who had spoke. “I didn’t realize you knew such a big word, Sami . I’m actually impressed.”

“Asshole.” Sami retorted, shoving Mox some.

“Dickhead.” Mox commented without missing a beat, pushing his best friend back.

“You’d get the new script change?” Sami asked, sitting next to Mox.

“Uh huh. I saw.” Mox mumbled, fighting the urge to shake his head. “And I also heard that Kitty asked to be our tag partner.”

“Why?” Sami questioned, eyes drifting over to the blonde now sitting in the center of the ring.

Mox shrugged and watched as Kitty began to stretch out. Just last week, Kitty had been beaten down by her so called friend in the middle of the ring after she had beat her for a number one contender match.

“Revenge probably.” Mox answered, smirking as Kitty looked over at him. “She may hate us, but no doubt about it man, we’re one hell of a team.” The Ohio native wrapped his arm around Sami’s shoulder. “Plus she knows how much we hate Younger and Vortekz.”

“I heard them bitching about not knowing who Lydia is up against.” Sami added, chuckling some. “And then they started to trash talk about how they’re gonna kick our asses.”

“Drake and Scotty can kiss my ass,” Mox retorted, rolling his eyes. “Those backwoods half breeds don’t scare me.”

“Good to know,” a soft yet firm voice said. “Because I need you on your A game, mutt.”

“Oh, don’t worry princess.” Mox snarked, wolfish grin on his face as he eyed Kitty up. “I’m always on my A game.”

“And don’t be gross,” Kitty added with a tight eyeroll.

“Scouts honor,” Jon retorted, tone snide. “Just don’t leave us high and dry.”

Kitty scoffed. “That phrase isn’t even in my dictionary.” The blonde smiled a falsely sweet smile. “I always get the job done.”

Mox stood, smirking. “Oh really?” The street dog moved so that he was towering over the younger woman. “Wanna show me just how well you can finish it?”

The blonde wrinkled her nose in disdain. “I don’t like boys, Moxley. I like a man.” Kitty smirked as Sami laughed when Mox began to scowl. “And besides, you wouldn’t know how to handle me anyways.” The New Yorker mocked waved to the two men as she began to walk away. “See you two tonight.” Mox let out a silent growl as he watched Kitty’s hips sway as she walked away. It really did feel like he was a dog kept on tight leash. He wanted to snap at her. Try to intimidate her even, but he couldn’t. He really was awestruck.

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Hours later Mox was ran into from behind. He knew who it was the moment the smell of sweet vanilla hit his nose.

“Well hello, Kitty-cat.” Mox said as he turned, smirk on his face. “Miss me that much?”

“Really not in the mood right now,” Kitty retorted, voice raw. It was then that Jon had realized the blonde’s eyes were red and puffy, coming to the conclusion that Kitty had been crying.

“What happened?” Mox asked, the harsh bite in his voice taking Kitty by surprise.

“It’s none-”

“What happened?” Jon asked again, cutting Kitty off.

“It’s nothing,” Kitty said, shaking her head. “Just some dumb shit Younger said. It’s not important.”

“That piece of shit made you cry?” Mox snarled out, teeth bared. “I’m going to chop that fuckers dick off.”

“Mox, please.” Kitty said, putting her hands on the Ohio natives chest to stop him from surging forward. “Just stay out of it.”

Jon went to put his hand on Kitty’s, watching as the younger woman winced when his fingers brushed over her wrist. The brown haired man looked down to see a bruise on the blonde.

“That fucker put his hands on you?” Mox growled out, eyes flashing gold. “I’m going to murder him.” The older man felt his wolf trying to break through. “That Dickhead put his hands on my mate.”

“Jon, stop.” Kitty said, tone firm. “Please . You’ll lose your job.” That blonde sighed. “I actually enjoy your company. Despite what you may think.”

“I’m not going to sit here and do nothing. That fucker needs to be put in his place.”

“Not like this.” Kitty shook her head. “We need to hit him where it hurts.” The blonde looked up at Moxley. “What do you say?”

“Can I eventually beat his ass?” To answer the Ohio natives question the younger woman simply nodded. “Then we have a deal.”

Kitty nodded and moved her hands away from Jon’s chest. The blonde backed away some, crossing her arms across her chest. The Ohio native nodded his head as he slowly walked pass the New Yorker.

Maybe working with Moxley wouldn’t be as bad as she thought it would. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

The crowd was in an uproar when Kitty’s theme went off. Mox didn’t know what was louder, the cheers of the crowd or the undisclosed screech that escaped Lydia’s mouth.

“And their partner, from Brooklyn, New York, Kitty Baxter.” The ringer announcer said into his mic. Mox let out a dry chuckle as he eyed Kitty up and down, watching as the New York native slapped the hands of some fans and place a kiss on some little boys cheek.

The blonde smirked and blew a mock kiss at Lydia as she climbed onto the ring apron. Kitty’s ring gear was all black and form fitting, hugging her curves. It looked like a one piece bathing suit with shorts over top of it, but it was made of latex and looked to be only made to fit Kitty.

Mox couldn’t help but lick his lips as Kitty took her leather jacket off. The Ohio native eye’s wandering yet again as he took in Kitty’s figure. When Younger took a step towards the blonde, Mox surged forward.

“Back off bitch,” Jon growled, stepping to be toe to toe with Drake. “Or I will kill you.”

Younger let out a snide laugh. “You can have the bitch. She wasn’t that good of a fuck anyway.”

Jon practically lost his mind as he lunged forward and gripped the man by his shoulders. He shoved him against the turnbuckle before throwing a hard punch that left the man gasping for air.

Kitty quickly stepped forward and grabbed Jon’s arm, pulling him away from Drake. “Stop,” the blonde murmured, dragging Jon into their corner of the ring. “Wait until the bell.”

“You’re gonna let that fucker talk about you like that?” Mox questioned, standing next to Sami. “Why?”

“I’ve heard it all before, Mox.” Kitty shot back. “Just, wait.”

The brown haired man let out a grunt, anger reeling through his body. He was practically seeing red because of the words that escaped Younger’s mouth.

Looking over to make eye contact with Younger, the alpha snarled at the omega. “Your ass is mine!” Jon pointed to the shorter man. “Just wait until I get my hands on you!”

Kitty somehow managed to get Mox on the other side of the ropes and off the apron. While she tried to calm Mox down, Sami started the match.

“I’m going to kill that fucker.” Mox stated, his voice low and rough. Kitty bit back a whimper, but couldn’t control the shutter that went through her body at Jon’s tone. “That Dickhead thinks he can touch what’s mine.”

“Hey. Now is not the time to be a territorial douchebag.” Kitty argued, trying to rein in her hormones. “You can put your claim on me after we beat them.” The blonde almost laughed at the shocked look on Jon’s face. The New Yorker yanked the Cincinnatian down to her height by his dog collar. “But right now, your focus should be making him suffer.”

Jon growled lowly and snapped his teeth by Kitty’s ear. “Sami is luck we a have a job to do.” The Alpha smirked when he felt the half vampire shiver. “Now, be a good girl and don’t distract me.”

Kitty did as she was told and stayed out of Jon’s match as much as possible. Backing up, the blonde let Mox climb back up on the apron, shocked when the Ohio native offered her a hand. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It seemed like the match was going on for hours until Kitty got to tag in. The blonde stepped under the rope the moment after her hand slapped Jon’s. Pointing to her former friend, Kitty made a ‘come and get it’ motion with her hands.

The New York smirked as Lydia slowly stepped into the ring, scared expression on her face.

“Come on sweetheart,” Kitty mocked, holding her arms out. “You had a lot of balls last week when you attacked me from behind!” The shorter woman invaded Lydia’s personal space, throwing as much intimidation into her glare as she could muster.

The blonde didn’t wait any longer, launching herself at her former friend. Grabbing Lydia’s black hair the New Yorker flung her to the ground. Running to the ropes and bouncing off them, Kitty ran across Lydia’s laid out body.

Not expecting her to do anything, Kitty was taken off guard when Lydia rolled her up for a two count. After kicking out the New Yorker rolled through and put a arm bar on the black haired woman. Kitty grinned as she heard Lydia scream in pain. Upping the pain factor for her former friend, the New Yorker yanked Lydia’s arm back more, satisfied when she heard a pop.

Not caring that Lydia tapped, Kitty held the submission longer only letting go when she was pulled off by the ref. The blonde winced as she was yanked off her former friend. Ripping her arm away from the ref, Kitty found herself pressed chest to chest with Moxley.

“It’s over. Stop before you get in trouble,” Moxley said lowly. “Bitch deserved it,” Kitty retorted, glaring up at Mox. “And just because you’re my suppose to be mate does not mean you can boss me around.”

“I’m trying to help you,” Mox gritted through his teeth, reaching down to take Kitty’s hand and raise it in victory. “We beat them.” The Ohio native let go of the shorter woman’s hand. “My turn to make a statement.” Jon grabbed Kitty by her waist and smashed his lips against the tiny blonde’s.

Kitty’s eyes widen as Mox’s lips touched hers. The New Yorker’s grey eyes snapped shut, her lips moving against the Ohio native’s. The curly haired blonde reached up and laced her fingers through Mox’s dog collar. The shorter woman pulled back from the kiss, panting to catch her breath.

The blonde slowly backed away from the alpha, climbing out of the ring. As she backed up the ramp, Kitty brought her fingers up to her lips and her eyes locked onto Jon’s. From the moment his lips touched hers, she knew she was screwed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Kitty let out breath she didn’t know she was holding as she walked into her a tiny dressing room. The New Yorker winced as she felt pain in her gums. The half vampire let out a pained groaned as she slumped against the banged up wall.

She knew what was happening. She hadn’t fed in a few months and now it was catching up to her. The blonde bit back a cry of a pain as her hunger hit her full force. The blonde shut her eyes, only opening them when she heard her door open.

When her grey eyes met blue she froze.

“You need to leave,” Kitty gritted out, putting her hand over her mouth. “Now.”

“What’s wrong with you?” Moxley asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Haven’t fed in months,” Kitty whimpered out as another twinge of pain from her hunger hit her. “Fuck, it burns.” The blonde groaned out, clenching her hand into a fist. “Mox..” The New Yorker eyed the Ohio native. “Sorry for what I’m about to do.” Without waiting for Jon to respond, the half vampire lunged at the wolf.

Sliding her fangs into Mox’s neck, Kitty let out a moan of relief as his blood slid into her mouth and down her throat. Not being able to help herself the blonde growled when Mox shifted. Her growl was answered by Jon releasing a growl of his own. The werewolf gripped the halflings hips, pulling her closer to him. As Mox moved his hand down to grip Kitty’s bottom the blonde pulled away from him, eyes practically glowing and some of his blood running down her lip.

“The fuck,” Mox panted out, pupils blown. “The fuck was that?”

“I-I’m sorry,” Kitty said, eyes wide as she wiped her mouth. “I-It just hurt so bad and you were here and I couldn’t help it.” The blonde’s eyes filled with tears. “Oh my God, what would’ve happened if you were human?”

“But I’m not, so you don’t have to worry about it.” Jon said, seeing the distress on his mates face. “See, I’m healing already.” The Alpha motioned to his mending neck. “No worries. Everything’s good.” He smiled for a moment before adding, “Except for the fact you just tried to eat me.”

Kitty let out shocked noise, pale face going red. “That’s not funny!” The blonde shook her head, crossing her arms.

Jon let out a snicker. “I’m joking,” the Ohio native held out his hand. “Come here.”

Kitty slowly placed her hand in Jon’s, shocked when the man known as the “street dog” wrapped her in a hug. Even though she knew she should be tense, Kitty couldn’t help but melt into Mox’s hold.

“Just so you know, this can’t happen again,” Kitty spoke up. “I can’t keep feeding off of you. It isn’t safe.”

“If you need to do it again, you can.” Mox retorted, looking down at the blonde. “You can’t neglect your needs like that.” Jon reached down and put his fingers under Kitty’s chin, lifting her head up to look at him. “And don’t even think about rolling your pretty little eyes at me, princess.”

“Oh bite me,” Kitty snarked, her sassy side coming into play. “You’re not my father and I’m not baring your mark. You don’t own me.”

The blonde bit back a gasp as Mox’s eyes flashed gold. “You better watch your tone.”

“You can’t tell me what to do,” The New Yorker retorted. “I am not one of your slutty valets.”

Mox let out an annoyed growl, his hands moving upward, resting themselves in Kitty’s hair. “You’re right, you are not one of my slutty valets, but make no mistake.” The Ohio native grip on Kitty’s hair tighten, his fingers wrapping around the blonde strands harshly. “You. Are. Mine.”

Kitty couldn’t help the shiver that made it’s way down her spine at the choice of Moxley’s words.

“Prove it.” Kitty whispered, shocked as the words escaped from her mouth. “Because as far as I’m concerned, I’m not anyone’s.”

Mox let out a humorless chuckle. “You and that Goddamn mouth.” The Alpha swooped down and meshed his lips against Kitty’s.

Using the fact he was taller and still hand his hands in her hair, Mox dominated the kiss. Moving one hand to Kitty’s waist, he pulled the blonde against him more. The younger woman let out a whimper, arching against him as Mox’s tongue slipped into her mouth.

Jon let out a growl when he heard Kitty whimper, the alpha in Mox was purely driven by Kitty’s response. Sliding his hand from her hip, Jon grasped Kitty’s bottom in his hand as he beat her in a battle for dominance with his tongue.

Pulling back to catch his breath, Jon smirked when he heard Kitty’s disappointed groan.

“Hm, Looks like I can handle you.” Mox muttered, tone husky as he referred to Kitty’s earlier comments. “In fact, I’m going to do more then just handle you. I’m going to wreck you. Ruin you for other men.” Moving his lips down to her neck, Jon placed open mouth kisses leading to the juncture of Kitty’s neck. “You’re are mine.” To emphasize his point, Mox bit down hard on the spot where Kitty’s shoulder and neck met.

“Oh fuck.” Kitty exclaimed, gripping Mox by his dog collar as he sucked and licked on his bite to sooth it. “Mox.” The blonde sighed heavily.

Pulling back from Kitty’s neck, Jon rested against it, nuzzling it some. “Hm. Mine.” The Alpha pulled back completely, letting go of the blonde. “I’ll let you pack up. See you in 10?”

“Maybe,” Kitty said, already turning around and starting to collect her things. She couldn’t keep the amused smile off her face as she heard Mox growl lowly. “See you in 10, Jon.”

Kitty was shocked when she felt Jon get close to her a press a kiss on her head. The softness behind the gesture is what shocked her the most. It was uncharacteristic for the man and that is what shocked her the most.

~~~~~~~~~ “You really didn’t have to do this,” Kitty said, look to right so she could look at Mox. “Seriously.”

“It’s late and Cincinnati isn’t the safest place after dark,” Mox responded, shrugging his shoulders. “Besides, I’d feel a lot better if I see you go into your apartment.”

“Mox, I’m not human. I would’ve been fine if I walked by myself.” Kitty pulled her jacket closer, grinning some as Mox’s face flushed red.

“S’not right.” Jon said, shoving his hands into his pockets. “You’re my girl now. My responsibility.”

“Believe it or not,” Kitty said, turning to face Jon. “I’m not your property. I can take care of myself.”

“That hickey on your neck disagrees.” Mox smirked as Kitty’s eyes widen. “Besides, I know that you can take care of yourself, but I’d feel better if I saw you get home safely.” The wolf sighed. “Look, I know you’re not my property and I’m making it seem like you should be, but I’m an Alpha, Kitty. I’m territorial, fast tempered, and impulsive but I’ve never felt the way I do about you before.”

“This is really new for you, isn’t it?” The blonde asked, biting her lip nervously. “For the first time in you life you’re letting yourself feel something more than hate and it completely wrecking you, isn’t?”

“I don’t feel, you dork,” Mox said, wrapping his arm around Kitty. “Feeling is for losers.”

Kitty couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of her throat. “Obviously you feel something, Mox.” Not noticing she did it, Kitty leaned into Jon’s arm. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be walking me home.”

“You can’t tell anyone,” the Ohio native teased. “It’ll ruin my reputation.”

“But I thought Jon Moxley took care of what’s his?” Kitty paused for a moment, stopping so she could look at Jon completely. “Look, yes you’ve kissed me once and I’ve fed off of you…and you’ve already given me a hickey, but I want to take this slow. Yes we’re mates, but if we want this to work I think we need to try and make this an actual relationship.”

Jon’s blue eyes widened. “I’m not very good at these kinds of things, and I think you know that, but that sounds really good to me.”

Kitty smiled softly and leaned up, pressing a kiss on Jon’s cheek. “Thank you.” The New Yorker slipped her hand into his. “Now, come on.” The blonde jerked her head to the left. “My apartment is just around the corner.” Kitty winked. “If you’re lucky, I’ll let you stay for a beer.”

Jon couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, I just hope I’m lucky then.”

Kitty just shook her head at the Ohio native, both of them walking the rest of the way to her apartment in silence.

The New Yorker lead Mox up the stairs of the building after they entered the front door. Walking up two more flights, Kitty stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of her apartment door cracked open.

“Um, do you always leave your door open?” Mox asked, body pressing up against Kitty’s as he stopped walking.

“No, I-I’m pretty sure I locked my door.” Kitty answered, eyes wide as she stepped forward.

Mox took a deep breath and let out a growl. “Fucking Christ. I can smell Younger all over the place.”

“Are you serious?” Kitty spit out angrily. “I’m going to murder that fucker!” The blonde walked towards her door, pushing it open.

Kitty let out relieved sigh when she heard a bark and saw her Dachshund running towards her.

“Rascal,” the blonde exclaimed, dropping to her knees to pick up her dog. “You okay buddy?” When the all black dog yipped a response, Kitty grinned. “What did you do to Younger? You scare ‘im away?” Almost as if he could understand his owner, Rascal yipped again.

“He smells like Younger,” Mox commented over Kitty’s shoulder, drawing Rascals attention to himself. “And he’s got blood in his teeth.”

“Really?” The blonde asked, shocked she hadn’t noticed. “He does.” Kitty laughed when she saw Rascal did. “Aw. Who’s a good boy? Biting the bad man.” The New Yorker pressed a kiss on her dog’s head. “My good boy.”

Basking in Kitty’s praise, Rascal began to wiggle happily. The tiny black dog’s tail began to wag quickly. She heard Mox’s growl, instantly recognizing that it wasn’t Rascal making the noise.

Standing up with her dog in her arms, Kitty looked at Jon. “If you want to go check it out, you can.”

Jon was already deeper inside the house before Kitty could even say anything else. He carefully inspected every room, making sure Younger hadn’t done any serious damage or left anything that could harm his mate.

“Seems like Younger got bit by your little man here and ran off.” Jon said, walking over to Kitty.

“Thanks for checking,” Kitty said, smiling weakly as she placed Rascal down on the ground.

“What did you see in Younger anyway?” The Ohio native asked, raising an eyebrow.

“He asked me on one date, I said yes.” Kitty answered. “Afterwards I realized how much of a dick he was and he wouldn’t leave me alone.” The blonde sighed as she leaned against her counter. “And he was lying about that fucking part. I wouldn’t let that asshole near me at all.”

“Well you don’t have to worry about that ever again,” Jon said, gazing at Kitty with a reassuring look. “Look I know you wanted to take this slow, but until your door gets fixed and until this problem with Younger is over I want ya to stay with me.”

Kitty didn’t know what to say as she stared at the Ohio native. It was like she was unable to form words. The blonde thought for a moment, silently weighing out the pros and cons of the offer in her head.

Taking a deep breath, Kitty couldn’t believe the words that escaped her mouth. “Okay, I’ll stay with you.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@wrasslesmut here it is :)

Thanks @itspvrislove for the help 😙

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