#czw don’t blink

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Czw don’t blink 3/9/24

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Temptation

The Rigmarole: Mention of sexual contact / descriptive- dirty language. Swearing. Character(s) being a dominant cocky asshole. Sexual shenanigans (oral, male/female giving, toy play, alpha status)  18+ only.

Rating: MC

Paring: Jon Moxley/Dean Ambrose x OC

Summary: He was once an ultra king of the deathmatches now he was just a hound. The yard may be different but deep down he is still an Alpha, deep down there is still one single Omega that tests him- over and over again.

Now she is the Queen of his old yard- mocking him, teasing him. His brothers are laughing at him behind his back. Her crew, guard her like she is a goddess. That's ok he doesn't mind being the devil, not for this sweet temptation.

Temptation

2010- December

Jon blinked and ran his hand through his hair once again, “care repeating that, Sugar?” Sugar aka. Veronica Rogers, as she was also known or Vanilla Sugar. Blinking again when she whined at him and when Sami swayed into their apartment. Carelessly tossing his gym bag into the corner and not paying them a lick of attention.

Sugar sighed and gave him a cross looked and folded her arms across her large chest. “I asked if you would protect me since I am not ready to be claimed. Since you one of the few Alpha’s I can stand, let alone trust.” Sami who had been walking to his bedroom stopped mid-step to look at them. Jon paid him no mind and asked to clarify, “but you don’t want me to claim you?” She quickly shakes her head and uncrosses her arms and waves her hands at him. “Hell no, I am not here for any of that noise.”

Sami is suddenly there, crackling like a rabid dog. “This is rich. Sweet hardcore Vera is wanting protection?” Letting gold roll over his eyes Jon cast Sami a look, the other Omega stilled immediately and quieted. But Sugar was already heading out the door, the sweet scent of her heat hitting him full force. “Motherfucker.” As he stepped up to the door to try to reach her it comes to him just why she is called Vanilla.

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2013- May

Smirking as he bounced on his heels as he squeezed through the sea of people around the bar. His hands were full of long-neck bottles of bud light. Nodding to the Metallica song playing he was lost in the thought that maybe tonight was the night that he would get lucky with the blonde he had been playing tag with. Sure it was an interesting game, he doubted it would amount to anything in the long run.

Wasn’t like she was the perfect girl.

She wasn’t even an Omega for fuck sakes. Wouldn’t want his claim in the end. So it only boiled down to the sex. Getting back to the table he went about settling the bottles down. One each in front of his teammates, saving his would-be conquest for last. “And for my pretty lady,” as he scoots back into the booth Renee asks loudly over the music. “This is one of your old stomping grounds?” They were in Philly and the CZW arena is only three blocks up the way, nodding about to reply when the front door opens and a mob of guys and gals come rushing in.

They are pumped, it’s after midnight. The WWE house show ended at ten but this crowd obviously just came in from an event. Then the chant broke out, “CZW, CZW, CZW.” There is a shout, “Raspberry Bellini for the house,” then a pause then someone bellows out, “for the NEW champ.” A burst of sweet laughter rings out, “Fuck Nick Gage and his beast boys.” There is a moment when clean fresh air sweeps the room and Jon can smell the vanilla that coats everything in a rush.

Moving to stand but leaning back against the booth, he raises his beer in the air in a salute. His eyes glow gold as he bellows, “cheers to the new champ. From one champ to another.” The music plays on but everyone else goes quiet. He watches as she pushes her way through the thick sea of people, and when she gets to the head of the pack she simply stares at him for a moment then semi-mocks. “Well if it ain’t the US Champion Dean Ambrose,” he sees her Omega within her eyes for a spilt second but he figures she is hyped and possibly on some pain killers from the cuts that are on her face.

Then she looks past him and when she speaks again it’s cold and low, “come to run with the big boys' champ? Or are you too much of a pussy?” Joe and Colby shift in the booth behind him and he holds out a hand to stop them. Growling softly, “a sweet thang like you should watch their words, or else they might get bit.” She throws her head back and laughs at him, when she is done she tosses her long platinum long over a shoulder and remarks. “I am only scared of ONE man, Dean Ambrose. And he ain’t around.”

She plays to their crowd, looking around to a point then when she looks back at him she when a straight face murmurs. “You see Ol’ Mox went and got his balls clipped. So I guess I don’t even have to be scared of him.” Jon isn’t even aware he is moving, but the moment he has her in his arms he snarled out.

“I am gonna show you just how clipped my balls are Sugar.”

I N S P I R A T I O N S Q U A D

@snarkwriteswrasslin : @dilfmoxley : @ofdreamsandomens : @thewrestlingobsessor : @writingrose :  @deepdisireslonging

S P I C Y S I S T E R S

Holls | Tay | Kay | Crystal

A O 3 S U P P O R T

SethMoxslady = RuinousOmen = Anne Carter

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Czw don’t blink 3/9/24

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Czw don’t blink 3/9/24