#i’m still working on the jean fic btw she’s just taking long bc she’s special to me

[shawtuzi]

imagine kazutora being the biggest bitch boy for you like my mans is so obsessed with you bc you’re so pretty and kind to him he never ever wants to let you go. you were very special to him. you were the first girl he ever held hands with, bought flowers for, kissed, gave head to— and now the first (and only) girl he’s made love to.

“s’okay tora just go slow,” you gave him a warm smile brushing a stray piece of hair behind his ear. kazutora was a nervous wreck. not only were you his first he was also your first time too so in his mind the pressure was really on. of course you knew losing your virginity was not bound to be how it was in the movies but tora was determined to give you exactly that. he wanted to hold you close and coax you into multiple orgasms while you clawed at his back asking him to go faster, deeper—but the second he swiped his tip between your soaked folds he was an absolute goner.

“s-shit you’re so….so wet,” he whimpered tapping the tip against your clit. you whined at the contact bucking your hips up against his dick, “c’monnn kazu j-just put it in it’s okay,” you gave the mole below his eye a gentle kiss to ease any tension he was feeling. “o-okay m’putting it in now j-just let me know if i need to stop ‘kay?” he didn’t move a muscle until he saw you slowly nod your head then proceeded to push the tip of his dick in as gentle and slow as possible. “o-ohhhh my fuck y-y/n you’re so warm,” kazutora buried his face in your neck tears brimming his eyes because by god this was heaven. this is exactly what heaven felt like.

in one swift movement kazutora fully sheathed himself inside of you much to your surprise causing a high pitched squeal to escape your kiss swollen lips. “kazu wait-” you were cut off by tora smashing his lips against yours bringing one of his hands down to sloppily rub at your puffy clit, “you feel so good, you feel so good, you. feel. so. fucking. good.” you could hear the soft jingle of his bell earring with every thrust and it brought the the strangest comfort. kazutora lifted his face from your neck giving you a weak smile, “does it feel good? am i making you feel good y/n? p-please tell me i’m doin’ good,” you couldn’t utter a word let alone a full sentence but you tried your best muttering out a broken ‘yes s’good tora’.

before you or even kazutora knew it his hips were stuttering and he was cumming inside you. you tried to move your hips just a little but tora had your hips in an iron grip muttering a low, “d-don’t move m’still c-cumming,” and yes he indeed was. you felt yourself getting more and more full by the second it was almost becoming unbearable. kazutora sat up on his knees pulling out slightly and not even a second later copious amounts of his cum began to drip from your pussy, dripping onto your now ruined pink sheets. “kazu?” you whispered furrowing your brows at the look on his face. he looked almost feral—like a lion about to devour a helpless gazelle.

“look how pretty it looks,” he smiled using his middle and ring finger to push his cum back inside. his fingers brushed against a spongy spot that had you gasping and that immediately caught his attention, “y’like that? does that feel good?” his fingers began to move in a come hither motion. “y-yes it does,” you whimpered, your back arching up from the bed. kazutora nibbled on his lip thinking to himself for a moment before smiling once more. he was quick to put both his hands on the back of your knees, pushing them all the way to your chest. a glob of spit fell from his lips and onto your clit, slowly trickling down your pussy until it blended in with your wetness and his cum.

kazu slapped his tip against your clit once more until he felt your thighs begin to shake then slipped right back in, your breath getting caught in your throat at the sudden intrusion. “kazuuu d-don’t stop please please please—fuck! right there right there!” you squealed your eyes now rolling into the back of your head. you had no clue where kazutora learned how to do all this but you wouldn’t dare stop now to find out not when it felt like he was quite literally rearranging your guts. kazutora bent down to lick up the bead of sweat that was trailing down the side of your face humming in satisfaction, “t-this is called a m— fuck, m-mating press! i learned about it online d-does it feel good y/n? i learned about all this sex stuff j-just for you! all for you baby everything i’ll ever do is gonna be for you i love you i love you i love you,” the last three words were punctuated with every thrust and it was driving you quite insane.

with tora’s blunt tip hitting your special spot with every thrust and his oh so sweet words you felt as if you were on cloud nine! or maybe it was just the fact this position was causing a whole lotta blood to flow to your head but who really cares? you didn’t care about anything besides the man above you. “cumming i’m—i’m cumming,” you sounded completely fucked out and dazed which is exactly what kazutora wanted to hear. he brought one his hands to your chest yanking your bra down so he was able to tweak and pinch at your nipples, “go ahead and cum y/n, wanna see you cum so bad.” you mumbled something about feeling like you were gonna pee and that only encouraged tora to go faster and harder, bringing the hand that was once focused on your tits to your clit rubbing tight little circles.

“kazu i-i oh fuck!” kazutora’s dick managed to slip out from how wet you were but that didn’t stop him from rubbing ferociously at your clit, a small fountain of your cum soaking the sheets below you as well as your thighs. you looked absolutely adorable to kazu right now. your eyes were squeezed shut and your entire body was trembling. you suddenly felt your body being lifted up and next thing you knew you were on top of kazutora, the tip of his dick brushing against your sensitive clit with every slight movement you made. “i don’t know if i can go again tora….m’so tired,” you sighed burying your face in his neck, the mixed smell of his cologne and sweat making you drowsy.

kazutora chuckled pressing soft kisses to your shoulder and hummed in agreement, “i am too…hey is it okay if i just put it in and leave it? you’re so warm,” he whispered the last part so quietly to almost didn’t hear but you agreed of course grabbing his dick by the base and slowly pushing it inside you. tora’s eyes fluttered shut in bliss and he almost fell asleep but he just had to ask the question that’s been burning in his brain since you two finished. “did i—did i do okay? sorry i got a little rough i didn’t mean to hurt you if i did,” his voice was shaky anxious for your answer. you lifted your face from his neck swiping sweaty strands of hair from his forehead before speaking, “it kinda hurt like a lot at first but then it felt really good! you did amazing i wouldn’t change anything about it thank you kazu i love you.”

it wasn’t long until you fell asleep on kazutora’s chest, small snores leaving your parted lips. meanwhile kazutora was staring up at the ceiling his mind racing a mile a minute. in some twisted way in his head this meant you were bound to him forever. his girl forever. you were a drug he couldn’t quit—his own personal brand of heroine. you brought him to climax even without sex how could he ever possibly let you escape his grasp. the correct answer ladies is never—you’ll never be able to truly escape kazutora but i think you’re okay with that right?

[snarkwriteswrasslin]

FFT: all the guys want cheerleaders; jon moxley

Notes:

So... I think that arguably, my favorite universe/pairing to write is Jon Moxley and my OC Jane. Apparently so because I have like 5+ universes just for them and counting. I’m seriously tempted to definitely sit down and like... plan out an actual fic bc this is getting outrageous lmao. Anyway, here’s another thing. This is a teenage!jon and jane. So this is one of those inflexible / non changeable parts, btw.

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Summary:

Jon decides to surprise Jane by coming home just to take her to some stupid dance. And surprise her, he does. Fluffy af. I mean.. In Mox’s typical way of being fluffy.

Pairing:

Jon Moxley x OFC, Jane

Warnings:

Uhhh... fluffy surprises.

“Everything looks like shit on me. That’s it, I’m not going to this fucking dance.” Jane threw down the fourth dress and stared at herself in the mirror, shaking her head. She was only even going to this stupid thing because her grandmother was making a big deal about her going.

It wasn’t like she wanted to go. The guy she’d rather go to prom with was gone, he left town to go off and become some kind of famous wrestler or something. His own words.

As if on cue, the phone rang and Jane grabbed for it. Mox promised he’d call her the second he got where he was going. “Well, dickhead?”

“Hey to you too, Janey.” blue eyes darted around the bar and when the guys got too loud, Mox gave them all a silencing glare. It only got him teased by Callihan and Cole, but Mox ignored the two jackasses and turned away, busying himself by doodling on a napkin. “Ya find a dress?”

“I’m not goin to that stupid prom.”

“Janey, c’mon. Ya promised ya grandma.”

“I know, I know.. I just.. I don’t wanna. Besides, I look like shit in all the dresses she picked up for me to try. Besides, I asked that dumbass in my Bio class if he’d take me as a friend. Turns out he’s already goin with someone. Or I’m ugly as fuck and he’s just too polite to point it out. Or he’s lyin and…”  Janey trailed off, rolling onto her back on the bed and Mox sighed on the other end of the line.

“First of all, ya not ugly. Second, ya don’t have t’ go with somebody to go.” Mox calmly pointed out. He grabbed the beer Callihan bought over to him and took a long sip, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth as he finished. “Ya grandma just wants ya to have a good time. She’s tryin to cheer you up.”

… just tell her already, damn…

He was hell bent on not ruining the surprise though. He knew how much Jane really wanted to go to prom and thanks to peeking in her journal when he stopped by to see her before he left town, he knew exactly why she was digging her heels in about going.

Apparently, she only wanted to go with him. But she’d never admit it, she’d never admit a lot of things she wrote about him in her journal and those things… They were another huge reason he was out of Ohio and trying to make a name for himself. He wanted to be the best he could be, for her. He wanted to be able to give her everything he thought she deserved, despite knowing that she’d be fine with just being with him.

He wanted to give her so much more.

Jane eyed the phone and bit her lip. “ I don’t wanna go, okay? Why’s it so important I go, huh? It’s gonna be lame.”

“If you don’t go, ya gonna look back and regret it.”

“Or maybe I won’t, Mox.”

Mox took a deep breath, trying to keep from telling her exactly why he wanted her to go so badly. If she didn’t go, then he couldn’t show up in the stupid damned tuxedo. He couldn’t give her the necklace he’d bought for her.

… but if she doesn’t wanna go, maybe you could surprise her at home… take her out somewhere real nice… ya gonna have plenty of money, man… and the thought had him taking a deep breath.

“Maybe ya won’t. If ya don’t wanna go, don’t. I gotta ask ya somethin, okay?”

Jane raised a brow and rolled over onto her stomach, propping on her elbow. She tried to picture him, all sweaty and probably bloody, probably fresh from a fight.. She found herself wondering if he was wearing the sleeveless vest, or if he’d just fought in jeans tonight. She found herself wishing that she wasn’t stuck in stupid Ohio, doing what she promised him she’d do. She didn’t get why it was so important she stayed, she could’ve easily finished high school wherever he wound up. It would’ve been their big adventure, just like they always talked about. She could’ve gotten by on her photography and worked as a waitress too.

She just missed him.

She hadn’t seen him in over a month and she was afraid it was going to be like her parents all over again.. One day, she’d try to call their face to memory and realize she couldn’t anymore. The thought had her eyes stinging with tears and she wiped at her eyes, scowling about it.

She just didn’t want to forget him or lose him too and now that he was gone, despite him diligently keeping in touch, she was so afraid that very thing was going to happen.

“Ya there, Janey?”

“Yeah. I was just thinkin.. Ask away.” Jane sat up and took a deep breath or two. This happened, it was a fact of life. Sooner or later, she reminded herself, even the best of friends drifted away from each other. It sucked and it was sad, but it was true.

And she was most likely going to lose him before she ever got to tell him just how special he was to her and how much she loved him, faults and all.

“Ya trust me?”

“That’s a stupid fucking question, Mox. You know I trust you. Probably one hell of a lot more than I trust anyone else.” Jane answered quickly, wondering what made him ask that.

“I need ya to go to our place. Saturday.”

“But you were saying a minute ago you wanted me to go to the stupid fucking prom too.. What do you want me to do, Mox…” Jane trailed off and he chuckled. “You said ya didn’t wanna go to prom. So, I thought maybe if ya went somewhere you were comfortable instead, might make ya feel better.”

… it’s only gonna remind me you’re not here, but okay.. Jane almost said it aloud, but she didn’t dare. Instead, she agreed to go to their spot on Saturday night at 6. And given that her grandma had already given her a ‘free pass’ for the night, Jane decided that maybe she could just get ready like she planned to go to prom, go to their little spot down by the docks and change somewhere in a bathroom. Why Mox wanted her to go, she had no idea, but it certainly seemed urgent.

( SATURDAY NIGHT )

“Okay, grandma. I’m heading out.”

“Wait, I want to get a picture of you, sweetie.”

Jane tapped her foot against the floor but she smiled, nodded and let her grandmother get a picture of her. She felt guilty for not just telling the woman she wasn’t going to prom, but she was going to wander around the docks, she knew it wouldn’t matter but her grandma would worry the entire time, but she also knew that she might disappoint the older woman.

That was the last thing Jane wanted to ever do was to disappoint her grandma.

After her grandma got another picture or two and hugged her, Jane set out, walking quickly, cursing the stupid heels and the wind and the fact that the stupid dress didn’t have any sleeves at all and herself for not bringing a jacket.

She hadn’t even been able to grab a change of clothing, her grandmother had wanted to hover close, to reminisce about her own prom and how her grandpa saved her from the unwanted advances of some “uppity jock guy” that night. And Jane, well.. She’d had fun listening to the woman’s stories, and letting her grandma do something. They’d been talking and her grandmother admitted that it wasn’t so much wanting her to go to prom, but wanting her not to stop living just because that “sweet boy two doors down” was gone. Her grandmother had apparently been worried about her as of late, because she hadn’t been as bright or as happy as she had been before Mox left.

Jane stopped to lean against a factory and leaned down, taking off the stupid heels, glaring at them as she rubbed her foot.

It was almost 8 now and she was within sight of the docks.

Someone was standing there, their back facing her.

In a suit.

They weren’t so much standing there still as they were pacing a little. Jane almost just turned and left whoever it was to their pacing, but then, the pacing man turned to face her and when she saw him, she didn’t think or bother censoring herself, she just started to run right for him, flinging herself at him as soon as she reached him. Mox wrapped his arms around her, easily lifting her off her bare feet, breathing in the scent of her shampoo because God knew he’d missed it the entire time he’d been away.

“Mox? Is this why you kept tryin to make me go to prom?”

All Mox could do was shrug and stare at her. “Fuck..”

“What’s wrong?” Jane cocked her head to the side, looking up at her friend. Mox blurted it out before he could stop himself.

“Always thought ya were beautiful but goddamn..” he mumbled quietly, rubbing the back of his head as he stared down at her.

Jane almost laughed, thinking he was just kidding her, but the look in his eyes stopped her in her tracks. He dug around in the pockets of the stupid suit, swearing, almost panicking when he thought he might have left the box with the necklace inside on the bus he’d gotten off of earlier, but finally, he found it and pulled it out.

“I got ya somethin.”

“Jon…”

“Shh.. There’s somethin I been wanting to say. If I don’t say it now, I won’t.” Mox was doing it again, the pacing and mumbling thing he tended to do when angry or nervous. Jane reached out, stepping in front of him and stopping him where he stood. “Say it then, Mox. You know you can tell me anything.”

“I love ya. I love ya so goddamn much and goin away, it wasn’t cos I wanted t’ leave ya, ya gotta know that. It was cos one day, I wanted to… I bought ya this. I saw it and I remembered how upset ya were when ya lost the one like it ya mom gave ya.” he held out the box and Jane opened it, staring at the rose gold heart shaped locket that was almost identical to the one her mom always wore when she was alive. She wiped at her eyes and for a second, his face fell.

Why was she about to cry?

“I fucked up.”

“No, no. No. This is.. It’s perfect and it’s beautiful and I..”

Words were failing her at the moment, so she rose to tiptoe, tugging at the tie that he hadn’t even tied right, pulling his mouth down to her own, pulling him into as deep a kiss as she could. Mox deepened it even more, gripping at her lower back, holding her up as best as he could.

“Ya what?”

“I love you too. I always have.”

“I was gonna take ya to that one real fancy restaurant.. If ya hungry?” Mox broke the kiss to ask and Jane gave a soft laugh, nodding.