#jon moxley smut

[riptides-n-roses]

fresh meat - the shield (18+)

⛧ pair: the shield (jon moxley/dean ambrose, seth rollins, and roman reigns) x reader [i know he goes by mox now but i’m calling him dean for this one]

⛧ tags: @88changemymind @reigns-prophecy @cyberdejos2 (please let me know anytime if you'd like to be tagged in recent or future works.

⛧ warnings: primal play, kidnapping cre@mp1es, unprotected p in v, @nal (you're welcome), oral (m! and f! receiving), foursome (f/m/m/m), exhibitionism, lots of positions, degrading (my specialty), edging, overstimulation, orgasm denial, tr1ple p3netration [future warnings may be updated in this ff] as always minors should not interact ♡

⛧ sorry I haven't been active - I been busy with college and a recent trip to Germany: I always had a little fantasy of these 3 being dominant in a "certain" kind of way. Also I will go ahead and apologize if this isn't my best work - I've never had any bad writer's block like this and this the first time I've written a foursome so my apologies if it's a bit hard to understand.

⛧ the shield took out lots of the lockerroom; you however were in front of their next target. They surrounded you and were thinking of what to do you as punishment for getting in their way.

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How did you get here? How did you find yourself like this? The Shield were already pissed off about whatever the chairman told them but why you? Why were you surrounded by those three?

You quivered in fear as The Shield stared at you. Ambrose smirking, Rollins checking you up and down, and Reigns looking deep into your eyes.

"What do you think, boys?" Dean asks his fellow brothers. "What should we do with her?"

“I don’t know, Dean.” Roman replied, annoyance in his tone. “I’m getting irritated from her looking at us.”

You shivered from Roman’s words. You never thought you’d see yourself in this position - three hungry wolves lurking around you like they found their next meal. You sweated, praying that they won’t hurt you. But why you out of all people?

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An hour earlier…

The Shield was pissed at Triple H for screwing them over for a tag team championship rematch. They’ve been begging to get this opportunity since their reunion.

They’ve already put many superstars through the announce tables and anything else they could attack other male superstars with.

You, a female superstar, were minding your business, getting ready to support your best friend, Naomi since she had a match for the women’s championship. While getting ready to meet her, you noticed a good friend of yours, Drew McIntyre, being part of the Shields main targets. Of course you couldn’t stand there and not protect your friend.

You noticed Seth about to make a sneak attack on Drew and you immediately blocked him from landing a hit on Drew. Seth was stunned seeing you try to stop what The Shield was all about - justice. And they sure had a way of making it known. You froze, asking yourself, "What were you thinking? You stopped a member of The Shield?! That's asking for a funeral." But you didn't want to show you were afraid, your face remained as emotionless as you could.

Drew didn’t say anything and left, a little amused from your small act of protecting your friend. In that space was just you and Seth. Seth began to smile and laugh at you, not believing you would stop any member of this faction.

“Sweetheart, there’s absolutely no way you’re trying to stop me. Either you be a good girl and move out of my way or you’re going to regret it.” He threatened, looking at your face. You felt offended from what he called you and didn’t move a muscle. It was stupid to do what you were doing, but your body was telling you to stay still.

When Seth saw you wouldn’t budge, he sighed and chuckled. You don’t know why he was laughing but you wouldn’t dare to ask.

“Welp, I tried to warn you.”

Those were his last words when two figures emerged from the dark - his other brothers, Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns. Your eyes widened as you realize your situation, three on one. You walked back slowly, backing yourself up to a wall. The three now surrounding you - making sure you wouldn’t escape from them.

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Which leads to now. You felt your stomach drop as Seth approached you slowly, reaching his gloved hand out to your face, lifting your chin up with his finger.

“I’d say we punish her for getting in our way - making our next target get away.” He finally spoke, his other hand reaching to gently cup your face. “What do you think we should do, gentlemen?”

Dean and Roman both look at each other and smirked, both sharing an idea. “I think we should make her regret messing with us.” Dean replied. “We should ruin that pretty little face of hers.” Roman chimed in.

“I agree.” Seth chuckled. “Y’hear that? We’re gonna punish you.”

Your eyes widened. Punish? What did they mean? You lost your train of thought when you were suddenly picked up by Seth, him placing you on his shoulder.

“Put me down!” You yelled, landing punches on Seth.

“Oh you’ll have to try harder than that, sweetheart.” He mocked. “You’re ours now.”

You squirmed trying to become loose from his grip as the three men carried you away, putting their plans on beating up the whole locker room on pause.

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You were brought to an empty room, only decorated with a couch and a table, Seth finally putting you down from his shoulder.

You quivered as you watched Dean closing the door and locking it, keeping his eyes on you. It was now just the four of you in a room, without anyone interfering with whatever they wanted. You took a step back as they began to approach you. You were scared to your wits - afraid of how they were with anyone who dared cross them, you were shaking as to what they wanted from you.

“Look at her, boys. She’s afraid of us being in front of her. How adorable.” Dean chuckled flattered that you found them intimidating.

“Awww what’s the matter, sweetheart?” Seth asked. “Scared of us? You think we’re gonna hurt you?”

“Cmon, babygirl. Don’t be shy~” Roman chimed, waiting for you to answer.

You gulped, too stunned to speak.

“Y-Yes…” you replied.

You watched the Shield smile, finally getting a reaction out of you. You felt humiliated with your situation. You just wanted them to leave you alone so you could go home.

Dean approached you, completely in front of you and looking into your eyes. You shivered feeling him go to the crook of your neck, getting a smell out of you. You held your breath feeling one of his rough calloused hands touch your waist, making their way slowly up your body. Dean hummed in approval, taking note of how sensitive you were with his gentle touch. You gasped when you felt his lips gently kiss your skin, his hand now intertwined with yours. Dean chuckled to your noises as he kept kissing your neck, obsessed with your scent.

“What….what are you-“

“Shhh. Relax, doll. I’m not going to hurt you.”

He was gentle with his tone - a bit too gentle. It was slightly erotic. With his other hand, he motioned for Roman to also get a smell of you. Roman smirked and made his way behind you - his hands going under your shirt. You shivered from how cold they were. You bit your lip when you felt them go in your bra cupping your breast, giving them a squeeze. You closed your eyes tight feeling Roman gently biting your ear. Seth was amused to you trying your best not to submit to their touches and kisses, he admired seeing how you were pathetically trying to not give a reaction.

“Don’t be scared, sweetheart.” Seth laughed, watching his fellow brothers make a mess of you “You can make noise. Only us will hear you.”

“Aww is someone shy?” Dean cooed “You don’t have to be afraid.”

“Go on, babygirl.” Roman ordered

You accidentally left out a moan as you felt Dean bite harder into your skin - Roman squeezing your breasts a bit harder, playing with your nips. Your free hand went around Dean, pulling him in closer onto you. As much as you were afraid to admit it, you were getting turned on. You felt yourself getting damp to multiple kisses and hot breaths surrounding you.

“Please…I..” You tried to talk, feeling intoxicated from being touched and kissed.

“What is it, babygirl?” Roman asked “You want some more?”

“Don’t be scared, doll. Tell us what you want.” Dean added, his hand slowly going down your crotch. Your breath was shaky as you tried to open your mouth.

“I…oh fuck…I want more.” You replied, feeling a bulge being pressed against your ass. You moaned from Dean’s hot kisses all over your neck, Roman having his hands gripping your sides and continuously rubbing his bulge on your ass, still playfully biting your ear.

“Hmm, good girl” Dean whispered, getting turned on from your submissive voice.

You whined when Dean stopped toying with you, stepping back as Seth was in front of you now.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll be gentle with you.” Seth chuckled, cupping your face as he pressed his lips against yours, both of your tongues fighting for dominance. Your muffled moans and pleas turned on the three hungry men. You felt sandwiched between Seth and Roman, feeling them kiss all over you.

“Yknow…this gear of yours” Roman started, before he lifted your top up “Has always distracted me whenever you walked past us.” Before you could speak, your top was off, being completely naked from top. You shivered from your naked breasts being exposed to the air. You watched as Seth’s eyes grew hungry with lust seeing your hardened nipples as he began to play with one of them, making you whine from his touch.

“I…I don’t understand.” You started, feeling Roman place gentle kisses on the back of your neck. “I thought you three were going to literally hurt me…”

“Hurt you?” Seth was surprised from your statement “Oh no sweetheart we could never. Isn’t that right boys?”

“She’s too pretty for that” Dean smirked, admiring how sensitive you were.

“And these bottoms…” You felt one of Roman’s calloused hands make their way to your waistline, teasing part of your bottoms “They always hugged your curves in all the right places..” You yelped feeling your bottoms quickly come down, revealing your laced underwear. You were now nearly nude in front of the three behemoths, your body shivered from the sudden temperature change.

“Oh? What’s this?” Seth teased, his hand making his way to your clothed cunt, “Lace? Were you expecting this, sweetheart?”

As you opened your mouth, you felt Seth’s hand make small circles on your clit, sending a wave of vibrations down your spine. You were already wet from being kissed and toyed with from Dean and Roman, but feeling Seth play with your clit made you wetter and needy for more.

“You’re so wet, baby…” Seth whispered, his hand going faster on your clit. You whined from his touch, your eyes tightly shut. You felt so small under their touch and dominance.

You were shaking, you've never felt this kind of sensation before and it was driving you wild. Your whimpers felt like music to their ears, enjoying every sound you made whenever they touched you.

What seemed like eternity, Seth finally stopped playing with your cunt, admiring your juices being all over his fingers, Roman backing away from behind you. You were confused as to what they were going to do next.

"I always wondered what do you taste like, sweetheart"

Before you could say anything, you were placed on the couch, your legs spread wide open. You watched The Shield admiring your clothed cunt. You were scared to make a noise as Seth slowly made his way toward you, his hands gently pulling your underwear off.

"Are you scared? Pathetic. You weren't so scared in stopping us earlier. What happened to that brave little soul?" he teased, forcefully spreading your legs wider to a better view of your wet cunt.

You couldn't answer, your breath hitched feeling a warm tongue circling your clit. You couldn't move your legs much as Seth kept them open.

"F-Fuck.." you cried, your eyes shut from the waves of pleasure, you melting in front of the three. You amused them, they've never seen you so submissive like this before.

"What a good little slut..." Seth muttered, his gloved fingers circling your clit as his tongue went in you.

Dean and Roman watched in admiration but a little jealous that they weren't having their way with you just yet.

"Please...I...I want to-"

"You're not going to cum until I tell you too, understood?"

You cried from Seth's orders, feeling your stomach tighten and winding up. You whined when he stopped, unable to cum without their permission.

"I thought of something else."

You were confused by what he meant, until he motioned for Dean, making his way towards you. You were swiftly put on your knees, ass up in front of Seth. You looked up at Dean, his eyes hungry for you.

"You're going to be a good girl and take the both of us. Got it?" Dean asked, his hands removing his belt and black pants. You quickly nodded, not saying a word.

"I'm sorry, are you going to address him correctly?" Seth muttered, delivering a harsh slap on your ass; you yelped from the pain, your mind going white for a second.

"Yes...Yes sir."

Dean smirked and pulled down his boxers, revealing his thick cock. Your eyes widened from how big he was, you were worried as to how you were going to fit him all in your mouth. You lost your train of thought when you felt Seth's fingers playing with your clit, you gasped from how rough he was being.

"Open your mouth, whore"

Dean roughly grabbed your cheeks, forcefully pushing his dick in your mouth, your eyes forming tears as you gagged on his length, his tip touching the back of your throat. Seth, growing impatient, pushed himself into you, your cunt throbbing from being stuffed.

Your moans were muffled as you felt another slap across your ass, Seth thrusting in and out of you. You whimpered feeling Seth's hands roughly grabbing your sides, Dean grabbing a handful of your hair.

"God damn, you're such a slut" Dean groaned, His free hand roughly grabbing your face "You're doing so good."

You whimpered from how you were being manhandled from the two, trying to grasp for air.

"You're taking me so well, sweetheart." Seth praised, delivering another slap on your ass. The two men getting sloppier with each thrust. You felt your stomach tighten, you were getting desperate to cum.

"Look at me." Dean ordered, raising your face up, "You were wanting this for a while weren't you?" You nodded, afraid to disobey him. He smirked, biting his lip. "You're so cute."

Your eyes rolled back as Dean and Seth went harder and faster with their thrusts, you knew they were going to cum soon, your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth, are you ready?"

You nodded to Dean, gagging from his length.

"Me too, sweetheart" you heard Seth groan, his hands grabbing your ass. "I'll let you cum, okay?"

You whined, finally wanting to be filled with cum. Your stomach beginning to wind up.

"Fuck..." Dean growled, thrusting one last time before filling your mouth with his cum.

You reached your orgasm too, your cries tighten your pussy as Seth thrusted into your cunt, his seed explode deep in you. The three of you rode out an orgasm, your body shaking from the round of sex. Dean pulled his cock out of your mouth, letting you breathe while Seth slowly pulled out of you, your pussy leaking his cum. Dean grabbed your face, leaving hot kisses all over you. "You're a good slut...but you know we aren't done. Roman hasn't had a turn yet with you."

You slowly turned to see an impatient Roman staring at you, smirking as you knew he was going to be aggressive with you. You yelped from Seth smacking your ass one more time before standing up, Dean giving you one more kiss before he also gotten up.

"She's all yours, Roman."

As Dean and Seth stood back, Roman took his time making his way toward you, admiring your flushed face and your submissive position. He gently cupped your face with his hand. He smirked looking into your eyes, listening to your heavy breathing.

You were scared as he remained silent, thinking of what he wanted to do to you. You didn't want to question him since he wasn't that much of a talker. What seemed like forever, he smashed his lips onto yours, catching you off guard from his swift movements. You whined as both of your tongues twirled against each other. His free hand slowly making its way to one of your breast, playing with your nipples. You whined from his touch, rough but gentle. You knew this wasn't what he really wanted.

He finally pulled away, allowing your lungs air. His eyes never leaving yours. He gently stroked your face, still not saying a word. Why wasn't he saying anything? Was he already getting bored? What was he planning?

You looked down and saw a massive bulge in his pants, your eyes widening. "How is he going to fit that in me?" you thought to yourself. He took noticed and chuckled, amused to how shocked you were.

"How cute..." Roman muttered.

You were startled to his tone, finally hearing him speak. He swiftly put you on your back, your cunt being in front of him. You watched as Roman undid his belt and his pants, revealing his huge, veiny cock. "Holy...fuck" your thoughts were full of concern. You felt as if he was going to rip through you.

He positioned himself, not breaking eye contact and keeping your legs open, watching your face expressions carefully. You gasped feeling his tip tease your clit, throbbing for attention. You could feel your face getting warm.

You whined as he roughly pushed himself into you, your walls tightening from how thick he was. He made sure you adjusted to his size before thrusting roughly into you, grunting from how tight you were.

"Fuck, babygirl..." his groans hypnotized you, your eyes never leaving his, your tits bouncing with each thrust. He leaned toward you, pressing his lips against yours again, you wrapped your arms and legs around him. You were surprised he wasn't being as rough as you were thinking. You felt it wasn't really what he really wanted to do with you just yet.

He pulled away from your lips, wanting to look into your eyes again.

You shut your eyes tight from how good you felt, You gasped as Roman grabbed your throat, limiting a bit of air.

"Look at me baby. Look at me while I fuck you."

You opened your eyes again, obeying Roman as he thrusted harder into you, your legs pathetically trying to close themselves. It was too much for you to handle.

"You're so beautiful like this."

His praises were erotic. You couldn't talk much as his grip went a little tighter on your neck. You felt your stomach slowly tighten. You gasped his thrusts went faster into you, you were trying to grab his arm that was around your neck. Roman quickly intertwined his hand with yours, preventing you from releasing his grip.

"I wouldn't do that, babygirl."

You cried feeling your stomach getting tighter, his thrusts getting sloppier.

"Do you want to cum, baby? I'm getting ready to." He growled, holding back from cumming in you too quickly.

"Ye..Ye..Yess" Your words were limited, feeling yourself getting closer to your limit. He smirked and released his grip on your throat, letting you breathe.

"Fuck baby...I'm gonna cum"

You sobbed, cumming all over his cock, one last thrust before he came in you, your eyes rolling back, shaking from your second orgasm. Roman kissing you one more time before pulling out of you, he smiled looking how exhausted you were.

"We're still not done."

You felt your stomach dropped from those words. Not done? What else could they have wanted? You look back and see Dean and Seth coming toward you and Roman, having another idea.

Roman smirked and helped you up, having another thought in his head. Just then, you were picked up for a second, Dean now laying on his back, you on top of him, Roman behind you and Seth in front of you. You knew where this was going. You whined feeling Dean push himself into you without warning, Roman teasing your ass before slowly pushing his tip in. You were about to scream before Seth put his dick in your mouth, muffling your cries. You never felt stuffed like this before. It was a little painful, but you didn't mind. Your shut your eyes tight as the three men began to thrust into you, you feeling so full to a point you've never felt before. The sounds of groans and skin slapping filled the room, it was too erotic for either of you to handle. You never had sex like this before but it didn't bother you.

"How's this, y/n? Us filling you up like this?" Seth laughed as he cupped your face, watching your eyes roll back, his other hand grabbing a lot of your hair roughly.

You could only let out a few muffled whimpers and cries, begging to be fucked rougher.

"This is what happens when you cross us, y'hear?"

You gasped as Dean began playing with your tits, making you overstimulated, sure to cum soon. Roman was now the one delivering harsh slaps on your ass, even harder than what Seth did earlier. Tears formed in your eyes from the overbearing pleasure. It was too much yet it felt too good to stop.

Their thrusts gotten harder and disgustingly faster, your stomach tightening quicker than the last few times. Your breath gotten quicker from each thrust. Seth took notice and grabbed your face forcing you to look at him.

"Fuck...I know you're about to cum but you're not going to yet, slut."

You whined from his demands, trying desperately hard not to disobey him from cumming too quickly. Your body felt like jello, it was unbearable to keep still in the same position due to the amount of pleasure: Seth's tip always touching the back of your throat with each thrust, Dean hitting your sensitive spots, and Roman stuffing your ass with his cock. It was a lot to handle.

You were getting impatient, your whines growing loud from your upcoming orgasm, it was starting to hurt holding it.

"I'm getting close, fuck...I'm about to cum in you, baby." Dean growled, his grip gotten tighter on one of your breasts.

"Same here. You still holding it, hmm?" Seth asked you, your eyes blurred from tears. You quickly nodded, it was really starting to hurt holding your orgasm."

"Shit, I'm about to cum." Roman muttered, his thrusts getting sloppy.

You cried out releasing your orgasm on Dean's cock, Your vision going white. Dean followed behind, filling you up with his cum. Roman forcefully grabbing your sides, his seed burst into your ass, and Seth cumming down your throat. The four of you rode out a rough orgasm. Seth finally pulled out of your mouth, keeping his tight grip on you keeping eye contact. Your breath was scarce, finally having some time to breathe. Both Roman and Dean pulled out of you, still staying in their position, all of you breathing heavily from the round of sex. Your body was shaking, shivering from how rough you were fucked, cum leaking from both of your holes.

Seth chuckled, amused from how completely exhausted you were now, giving you a rough kiss on your lips.

"This was your punishment."

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Wild Thing

Jon Moxley x fem reader

A young Jon Moxley meets Y/n somewhere in CZW in 2009 (inspired by Mox’s book)

Mentions: of blood, drug use, swearing, fighting, kidnapping

Main Masterlist

Tonight was my first match in CZW’s Tournament of Death. I stood pacing back and forth in the locker room mentally preparing myself for the events that would occur when I could hear Eddie Kingston yelling at someone in the hallway. He sounded mad. The other men in the locker room exchanged looks and oos before one of them said “She sure is a feisty one isn’t she” to which the men all began to laugh. ‘Who is this she?’ I thought to myself. Eddie then stormed into the room and slammed the door behind him, preventing whoever was behind him from entering the room. He leaned against the door and I could hear angry knocking from the other side. “What does she want now?” said Danny Havoc. (But I just call him Grant) .“She wants to be in TOD, Jon won’t let her” Eddie explained. I didn’t know who this girl they were referring to was but she seemed pretty badass to me. A female wanting to participate in the tournament of death?! “Of course she does! Let me talk to her” said Grant with his thick Jersey accent. Eddie then opened the door to reveal a tall blonde in a Juicy Couture tracksuit. I was not expecting that. 

The gorgeous blond stormed into the room before running into the arms of Grant. “Tell Jon Zandig that I should be in TOD!” she yelled “Now doll, why do you want to be a part of TOD? You know I love ya but you’re too pretty to be doing this kind of shit,” he told her. 

“I want to prove that I can do the same thing you guys can do. Why is it that there are never any women wrestling in these shows? You know I can wrestle! I train my ass off and what do I get back? Nothing, because no one wants to hire a girl. They only want female wrestlers for swimsuit contests and dog food fights. I’m sick of doing that shit! I want to go out there and taste my own blood. TOD or not I want to show these people that I know how to wrestle!” The room was silent. I felt like an outcast, everyone seemed to know about this situation but me. 

Eddie was the first to break the silence. “Let me talk to Jon again. You know he likes you Y/n. I’m sure if you promise not to do anything stupid he will put you in the opener without TOD stipulations” 

Sure enough, Y/n got her match. I watched the match backstage with Grant, both of us hypnotized by what we were seeing. “Who is she?” I asked him, he almost looked shocked that I didn’t know of Y/n. “That’s Y/n, she’s the most badass bitch I have ever met. They call her the Hardcore Barbie because she looks like a Barbie doll and lives off death match wrestling. She’s really nice if you don’t piss her off. She also has good weed.” he told me 

I was so fascinated with her. I needed to know more about her. “Anything else I should know about her? She seems young?” I asked Grant. “Well, she started wrestling when she was 16 and she just turned 20. I know what you’re thinking, she won’t sleep with you, everyone here has tried. It’s so funny that these freaks think she would get with them. She travels with Kingston and me, so don’t you dare try nothing. I will kill you with my bare hands” 

Grant and I watched the rest of the match. I had never seen such a beautiful match. Y/n did in fact know how to wrestle. The man she stood across the ring from was twice her weight yet she picked him up with such ease. The fans loved seeing a pretty girl like herself beat up a sweaty dude. Y/n had beat the man to a pulp, she pinned him 1..2..3 and it was over. I thought it was funny how Grant watched on as a proud parent, that was his girl. I thought about what he said, how she rode with him and Kingston. Why did Eddie never mention Y/n before?

After the show, Y/n officially introduced herself to me. I felt like I was hypnotized by her beauty. She noticed how nervous I was around her and she used it to her advantage, inviting me to hang out after the show with Grant and Eddie. I had to accept, how could you not? 

Eddie explained to me why he hadn’t introduced me to Y/n before. He told me she was known for using her looks to her advantage. “So like she sleeps with people for matches?” I asked him “That’s gross, she would never do that. She mentally fucks you. If you look her too long in the eye you’ll fall right into her trance. She hypnotizes you and manipulates you. She looks all sweet but trust me she has a bad attitude” “So why do you hang out with her then?” I asked him 

“Because she’s fucken wild. She’s so fun to hang out with and she always has weed. Someone needs to look out for her. There are creeps out there man. For god sake she’s a skinny tall blond who lives in Juicy Couture, what do you think will happen?” he told me. Eddie had a good point. 

That night Y/n and I became good friends. Eddie was right when she said she was wild. Once she had a few drinks in her and some of the good shit she was the life of the party. I didn’t understand why Eddie kept Y/n a secret, sure you could tell that she had a few screws loose but don’t we all? For fucks sake if someone willingly wants to participate in TOD you know there’s some form of mental issues going on.

Just then a man approached Kingston and me. He had a fresh buzz cut, was covered in tattoos, had what seemed like a freshly broken nose and looked like the kind of guy who would have women chained up in his basement. “Where is she?” he spat, in a thick Russian accent. I could tell that he and Kingston knew each other, the tension was thick in the air. “Where is who?” Eddie spat back, his New York accent being more noticeable when he was mad. “You know who, stop playing dumb, bum” he responded. “You’re a real fucking idiot, Sasha, she left hours ago. I have no idea where she went but even if I did there’s no way I would tell you” Kingston spat. The men stood chest to chest, eyeing the other down. I did nothing, even I knew not to get involved in whatever this is. Now I didn’t know who the ‘She’ was that they were referring to but by now I think I had an idea. Then Grant came into the mix yelling “I told you if you ever showed your face here again I would fucking kill you” Just then an all-out brawl began. The two men began beating Sasha to a pulp. That’s when I noticed Y/n had vanished into thin air.

I let Kingston and Grant take care of Sasha and went looking for Y/n. In the distance, I heard the sound of broken glass. I followed the sound and found Y/n smashing the windows of a beat-up junk car with a baseball bat. She was mad, she looked evil. Now I knew why Eddie had warned me. “Hey, hey, hey! What’s going on here? What are you doing Y/n?” She turned to face me and I made the mistake of looking into her eyes. Her once bright green eyes had turned a deep forest colour, the whites of her eyes now red. Her makeup was smudged and her cheeks were stained with fresh tears. I was scared. I felt like she was staring into my soul, being able to read my every thought, know all my secrets. “What do you want, Mox?” she said through gritted teeth. “I just want to know what’s going on here. Why are Grant and Eddie beating the snot out of a guy named Sasha?” Her face dropped at the name, that told me what I needed to know.

Just then I heard someone yelling and honking a horn in the background. I turned to find Grant and Eddie yelling at us to get in the car! Y/n and I jumped in the car and sped off. The car was deathly silent. No one dared to say a word. I looked at Grant’s hands that gripped the steering wheel. His knuckles were bloody and bruised, that’s when I noticed the blood on Eddie. The silence was broken when Y/n began to laugh, Grant and Eddie began laughing as well. “What the fuck happened back there?” I asked with genuine concern in my voice. “That jackass back there Sasha, I broke his nose after he followed me home after the show last week. I don’t even want to think about what his intentions were, "she said. “Not to mention 'someone' stole $500 out of my purse at the show today” “If he ever showed his face around here again I said I would kill him” Grant responded. “I smashed his windows because that’s what he gets for trying to kidnap me and stealing my $500” I was honestly speechless. “ I found a bunch of money in his car so it’s only fair I split the reward with all of you,” Y/n said. I watched her pull the fat wad of hundreds out of her pocket and began counting it. “$500 for Grant, $500 for Eddie, $500 for Mox and $1,500 for me. Thank you, Sasha” “Thank you Sasha the rest of us chimed in” From that moment I knew Y/n and I would be best friends. 

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[lov3rla03]

the thumbtack jack and jon moxley dog collar match 🤤. that's all i'm gonna say man

Chiiillleee…..ik what you mean😩🤤😮‍💨

[mamirhodessxox]

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[daddyhausen]

• kinktober day one : innocence kink — blackpool combat club { jon moxley, wheeler yuta, claudio castagnoli } •

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{ masterlists } | { kinktober 2023 }

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{ summary } — they’ve been teasing and tormenting you for months, now upon the discovery that you were a virgin, they make it their mission to claim you

{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, cnc, hatefuck, group sex, innocence kink, innocent!reader, virgin!reader, praise, double penetration, oral sex { male receiving }, throat fucking, throatpie, spanking, tit slapping, pussy slapping, degradation, sexual humiliation, filming, blackmail, anal sex, rough sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasms, squirting, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie, anal creampie

{ word count } — 2.9k

{ pairing } — fem!reader x jon moxley + wheeler yuta + claudio castagnoli

{ genre } — smut

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their fingers clawing, kneading at your flesh. no matter how hard you tried to swat their hands away

they kept tugging, toying, with your clothing

teasing as they would pry upward small pieces of fabric, exposing little canvases of your bare flesh

ready for them to paint with their desire

jon stood before you, keeping your body firm against the concrete wall of his basement

the room had been converted into some sort of training room

a basic, dreary one at that

a single mat in the centre of the room, maybe about two or so inches thick

definitely not enough to support the weight of a body slammed into it at full force

there was barely any light, only a small lantern dangling above your head from a short chain

his figure flickering in and out of the darkness with a grimey yellow hue.

yuta stood to your left, head buried into the crook of your neck, nipping the top of your shoulder with some force

enough to make you whine when he bit down especially hard

his lanky fingers locked into the belt loops of your jeans, tugging impatiently, with the absence of a belt

revealing the axis of your hip, growling into your skin upon noticing the exposed flesh.

claudio stood to your right, not as close as yuta, but close enough to keep you on edge

his large palm slid under your shirt, groping your breasts, interchanging between the two with just one hand

your whimper only fueled their desire, fueling their lust to corrupt you

jon leaned in, his tongue barely ghosting your lips as he wet his own

his breath had the faintest scent of menthol, evident by the cigarette he’d been smoking a mere half an hour before

“a little birdy told us that you were still a virgin” jon smirked nipping your notting lip quickly despite your resistance

“is that right, doll?”

you could feel yuta grin into your neck, just at the mere thought of being the one to corrupt you first sent pulses of arousal to his cock

he bit down slightly harder than previously, a sharp sting ran through your shoulder

his spit leaking down your skin as you groaned through your next words

“that’s none of your damn business-“ your attempt at being intimidating was weak, pathetic, laced with fear

claudio’s fingers traced over your perky nipples, pinching the left one

a small squeak of pain left your lips, effectively making the three of them grow in their shorts

“a fiery little thing isn’t she?” jon mentioned to the other two, yuta pulled away from your skin to nod in agreement

claudio reciprocated the same nod

“we’ll have fun with this one” jon stuck his hand down the front of your jeans unannounced upon finishing his sentence

despite your protests, attempts to kick them away but their strength proved too much

jon’s fingers, danced against your clit, gathering the wetness in the pads of his fingertips

the three of them smirked, watching the heat rise to your cheeks in an unnatural shade of red

“so the rumours are true, huh?” claudio chimed in, thick accent ringing in your ears, with a deep, sinful bass

“you’ve never been touched, toyed with until you’re begging for release” he added, his words dancing across your earlobe with faint breaths

“i bet she’s never even fucked herself” yuta remarked, his teeth now leaving an imprint in your skin, a bruise soon to follow in splotches of red and purple, you were surprised that he didn’t draw blood

“oh angel, it’s true? my my you really are innocent” yuta’s tongue trailed up against the side of your neck until he reached your earlobe, nipping lightly at the flesh.

jon’s fingers dipped past your folds, feeling how tight your walls clenched around him

“god she’s fucking soaked…” jon announced to his brethren who where quick to anoint their fingers with the scent of you

feeling a combination of all their fingers spreading your folds, dipping into your warmth and teasing your clit

it was all too much for your mind to take in

“fuck, you’re right” claudio was the first to pry his fingers from between your thighs

bringing his large digits to your lips, allowing you to sample your sweetness,

the taste foreign on your tongue

it left you with an incredibly vulgar, almost nauseating pit in your stomach

this was wrong on so many levels, but you could not bring your lips to pry away from his fingers until he moved them,

a subtle pop following after he’d removed them

yuta offered you no such decency

savouring your warmth for himself, not hesitating to lick his fingers clean

shuddering with arousal at your taste

jon was last, quickly prying his fingers from your panties

without any chance for you to react, he smeared your sweetness across your lips before kissing you harshly

he pulled away breathlessly, taking a second to admire your flustered form

“strip her. then bring her to the mat”

jon instructed, stripping himself as he made his way to the centre of the room, haphazardly throwing his clothes to the edge of the mat

you could not help but stare at his length. how hard he was, how his tip leaked with precum and twitched with arousal.

you felt claudio’s fingers pull at the hem of your shirt, attempting to pry it over your head

“don’t fear, little one. we’ll take good care of you”

his words were accentuated with a smug smirk, your body paralyzed, unable to fight them off no matter how hard your mind attempted

yuta tugged your jeans down with haste, far more impatient than jon or claudio had been

the youngest of the three noticing the wet spot in your panties

how your sweetness pooled onto the fabric as he pried them down your legs

“god, i can’t wait-“ yuta grew feverish, his hands groping your now naked frame.

“hold it.” jon demanded “don’t want to scare her off”

jon pondered for a moment, smoothing down his beard

“bring her to me”

claudio and yuta hooked their arms under yours, practically dragging you towards jon.

yuta’s hand fell to your shoulder, pushing you down to your knees before jon while claudio stripped himself

you winced as your knees came in contact with the mat

still feeling the concrete beneath it

“open her mouth” jon continued to bark instructions though a relaxed monotone.

claudio cupped your face, having replaced yuta’s hands as the youngest of the trio rid himself of his clothing.

jon lazily began to stroke his cock, bead of precum leaking from his tip

you made eye-contact with it, unintentionally, quickly peering down at the mat

avoiding his gaze all together, in your peripherals, you could have sworn you saw a smirk cross jon’s lips

claudio’s fingers fell to your jaw, prying your mouth open

noticing, despite your previous attempts at restraint

were now rather accepting of the fact that they were going to use you

and rather eager at the fact.

jon’s tip traced soft lines against your bottom lip, pushing against the flat of your tongue, holding himself there for a moment, getting used the the feeling of your warm, wet mouth before allowing himself to fully succumb to the sensation

yuta had joined you on his knees, his fingers returning to their position between your thighs

tracing delicate shapes into your aching clit, his cock prodding at your hip, swollen and leaking with warmth.

claudio had taken his position behind you

both large palms now fully cupping your breasts

groping and squeezing the supple flesh

his own size, much larger than yuta or even jon, pressed firmly against the small of your back

jon remained stoic, silent. it was as arousing as it was frightening

you could not plan for his next move, unsure of what exactly he had in store for you

anxiety rose in your chest, feeling like a stone being pressed against your lungs

“so fucking wet…” yuta mumbled under his breath. “i’ll have you gushing like a fountain in no time, angel”

you whimpered at the sensation, trying to instinctively close your legs but claudio was quick

grabbing your right thigh, he held them open,

allowing you to feel the full range of yuta’s fingers

jon soon snapped his hips forward, his entire length filling your throat

the sensation made your eyes widen in shock, throat forcefully closed and clenched around his size

making you gag and sputter, gasping for breath around the appendage

but jon would not relent, keeping himself firmly buried in your throat, ordering the others with their next movements

“get underneath her” he ordered yuta. the youngest obliging in quick time

prying his fingers from your warmth, licking them clean as he had done previously,

claudio lifted your hips with ease, allowing yuta to make his way beneath you.

his cock teasing your entrance, tip gliding across you clit, smearing your wetness across your slick folds

if jon’s cock wasn’t stuffed down your throat you might have been able to voice your pleasure

“oh fuck-“ yuta slipped inside of you with ease, holding you down on his cock, already beginning to feel the gentle pulses of your cunt.

“claudio-“ jon spoke up. the swiss man gazed at his brother in arms with an attentive stare

“you know what to do”

claudio only nodded with a sickening smirk

it was only then did jon release himself from your throat to readjust himself, even only for a moment, you were grateful that he allowed you to regain your breath

“relax, little one” claudio’s voice flooded your ears with odd reassurance. “you’re so tense”

claudio’s hands smoothed down your shoulders, down the midline and small of your back

“relax for us. we won’t hurt you”

you couldn’t help but take his words as some form of mockery

“all you gotta do is obey us”

yuta added, having a particularly rough thrust, one that left your mind reeling

“fuck you” you spat, an ironic choice of words given your predictiment

yuta only chuckled, hand reaching up to slap your breast, causing another wince on your part

jon had stepped away for the moment, fishing around in his duffel bag for something unknown

your mouth free to shout all the obscenities and expletives their way.

claudio remained silent behind you, still tenderly smoothing shape into your flesh

although the feeling felt more predatory than it did comforting

jon returned phone in hand, the camera already set to record

he poised it on you, making sure your face was fully in frame

“now dollface…” he began, claudio’s cock now prodding against your ass, slick and wet as he had just lubed it up with his own spit

“you better behave and do everything we tell you to” your blood ran cold at the thought as jon forced you to meet the camera’s gaze, tilting your chin up to look at him through the lens

“don’t want this indie film going mainstream now do we?”

you shook your head no, in response, agreeing with him. lord only knows what would become of your life and career if this were to ever get out.

yuta began to move under you, impatient and eager to get himself off, soft grunts left the youngest’s lips as he filled you to the brim with his length.

jon had re-entered your mouth, this time with a much more intense, brute force than before,

feeling the burn and sting of his cock hitting the back of your throat.

claudio gathered the spit that dropped from the corners of your lips, re-lathering his cock before pushing into your tight, untouched hole

“so tight for me, little one”

he held a tight grip on your hair, pushing your head down onto jon’s cock

you hollowed your cheeks for added effect, peering up from behind his phone to notice jon’s head thrown back in pleasure

his phone fixated on your features, making sure to capture each intimate moment

yuta, from beneath you, groped your breasts, squeezing the pillowy mounds of flesh in his palms

the calloused pads of this thumbs tracing over your hard nipples, still swollen slightly from claudio pinching them beforehand

“ain’t no way she was a virgin before this, this cunt feels too good to be left untouched”

yuta monologued through breathless pants, increasing the force of his thrusts

jon gave a small exhale in response, zooming in on the site of yuta’s cock slamming deep into your cunt.

the three of them adored the way you gripped his size, clenching and squeezing around him before releasing unexpectedly

your thighs shuddered, crying and sputtering around jon’s cock

sweetness coating yuta’s stomach as you came down from your high.

“oh little one, you came so quickly, we’ve barely started with you” claudio mocked, tugging your hair roughly, jon’s cock slipping out of your mouth, allowing you air for the moment

slapping the tip of his cock on the flat of your tongue

jon slapped your cheek, sending your mind reeling with pleasure, a thrum of arousal made your cunt clench around yuta’s size.

the youngest of the three still on a high from the reaction of your orgasm, holding your hips down so you had little room to move.

“we’re not done with you yet, dollface.” jon handed his phone to claudio, who promptly began filming you from behind

“you ain’t leaving until we’re satisfied”

you gulped thickly, feeling the three of them close in on you.

claudio started moving again with a particularly rough thrust

his tongue drawing circles against the carotid artery in your neck, sucking and nipping at the skin

jon entered your mouth once more, making sure to fill your throat fully

pressing his cock down your throat until your nose was nestled in the scraggly mound of pubic hair

adoring the choked gulps and gags that tried to escape from your throat

claudio kept the camera poised on your ass

so intricately filling the way he slipped in and out of your tight hole with ease.

“so good for us little one” he murmured against your skin

poor yuta was on the brink of release, the sheer grip of your cunt about to send him over the edge

“fuck, i’m so fucking close…” he grunted, the veins in his throat becoming present.

“gonna fill this pretty little pussy up. you’d like that wouldn’t you, angel? you wanna be left dripping with my cum?”

“our cum…” jon corrected, hinting at the definite conclusion to this scenario

you could not help but nod in response, frantic gasps and moans left your throat whenever jon would pull back

“look at her, she’s practially begging for it” claudio chimed in

now handing the phone to yuta, ready to film his cum dripping from within you

“oh shit-“ yuta grunted, warm threads of his seed filling you to the brim as he fucked you with full force

capturing the way his cum seeped from your void around his cock

your eyes rolled into the back of your skull, clearly enjoying this foreign feeling

completely unaware of your second orgasm rushing through you.

“good whore…” jon praised you, pushing your shoulders down so that yuta’s cock was nestled deeply in your cunt

you effectively cockwarming the youngest

claudio remained silent as yuta continued to film

the swissman’s length pushing deep into your tight hole, groping and squeezing your breasts as he came, remaining to stay inside you, just like yuta until he fully emptied himself

jon on the other hand, was frantic in his movements, holding fistfuls of your hair as he fucked your throat

“god, i’m gonna make a mess of you, doll” his groans reverberated against the concrete walls of his basement

quickly retrieving his phone from yuta, whose stomach was drenched in your spit and cum

jon continued to film through his orgasm, pumping his seed down your throat as you choked and sputtered around his length

quickly pulling out of you to drench your face in the last few spurts of his cum.

yuta and claudio pulled out of you breathlessly

a sigh of content and relief on your part, body exhausted and overwhelmed from their work

your knees were weak as claudio helped you to stand, a single hand wrapped around your waist while yuta took your wrists

“enjoy yourself, angel?” yuta mentioned after a moment of silence

your throat still raw and red from jon’s abuse, you could only muster a small nod, to which yuta responded with a chaste kiss to your lips

claudio followed suit, his kiss lingering just a second more.

you turned your attention to jon, placing his phone back into his bag

“y-you’re not gonna do anything with that…are you?” you mentioned to the recording, feeling a song of anxiety in your stomach

“oh god no, doll” he reiterated, eyes widening slightly. “that was just to scare ya a bit, trust me it’s for our eyes only”

jon pet your head, almost mockingly. but there was a genuine playfulness behind it

“why don’t we get you cleaned up, little one?” claudio suggested, his chin resting atop your shoulder, you gave another nod as yuta went to retrive your clothes

“hey jon?” you questioned, his eyes popping up to greet yours

“could you send me that video?”

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[jxtina-86]

If you have been following Roman/Alexia, Seth/Siobhan or Dean/Rebecca... I only have 2 more stories left to post.

I then ran out of steam, got distracted with other things.

But...

I did write a sequel that takes place years later to wrap everything up.

It covers all three couples so even if you're a fan of one, you probably wanna read it. So if you want to be tagged in it, please comment on this post!

[genzisnotokay]

"Date Night" // Jon Moxley x OFC

SMUT !!MDNI!!

Synopsis: Jon Moxley and his wife (Ruby) get back home after a date, sexy time happens 🤷🏻

TAGS:

no plot, just porn. established relationship (marriage), pet names (doll, love, baby, pretty baby, pretty), praise/degradation, choking, slight dumbification? , unprotected sex (i've said it before, i'll say it again, wrap it before you tap it loves!)

Word Count: 16k

Smut below the cut!

The two had just gotten back from a surprisingly tame date night, considering their usual. It was two in the morning when they made it back to their home and to their shared bedroom, Ruby sighed as she took her heels off and sat on the bed. She looked at her husband, admiring his now messy suit from where he had taken off his suit jacket as soon as they got in the house and untied his tie.

Mox looked at Ruby and smiled softly, “Yes doll? You're staring.” Ruby smiled, “I know.”

She motioned for Mox to come closer, when he did she began to unbutton his shirt, starting at his waist and moving up his chest. He chuckled softly and watched her, then slid the dress shirt down his arms and off when she finished unbuttoning it. “Are you trying to tell me something doll?”

“Maybe. Is it working?” She asked, standing up and wrapping her arms around his neck.

He leaned down and kissed her softly, holding her hips with strong, calloused hands. Mox’s hands trailed up Ruby’s back, to the zipper of her dress.

He pulled the zipper down and helped her step out of her dress. She smiled, “Can we take things slow tonight love? I love how fast and rough we normally are, but I need a change of pace.”

“I understand doll, we can take things as slow as you want. Anything for you, you know that.” Mox spoke softly, leaning down even more to press gentle kisses along Ruby’s neck. His beard tickling her a bit, she always loved the feeling though.

Mox left a few hickeys along her neck, biting and soothing the burning skin with his tongue. She moaned softly, letting out beautiful little sounds in response to him.

Mox smiled softly and pulled away from her neck, he gently pushed Ruby down onto the bed and followed her down. Slotting himself between her legs, their hips pressed against each other. Ruby looked up at Mox, her face flushed, he leaned down and kissed her. She kissed back, running her hands up his arms and over his back. He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth and exploring, while his hands slid up and down her sides. From her hips up to below her breasts, she drew quick, short breaths. Her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Mox pulled away from the kiss, kissing down Ruby’s jaw and neck, down to her chest. He lifted her carefully with one hand and unclipped her bra with his other, she took it off the rest of the way and watched Mox as he admired her body.

Mox laid her back down, slowly, taking the time to watch the way her body moved. Enjoying that she trusted him enough to let him pick her up and move her as he pleased.

Ruby bit her lip and let out a soft moan as Mox leaned down to kiss her chest again, this time kissing over her breasts and taking her left nipple into his mouth. Gently sucking on the bud, he moved his hands down to her thighs and wrapped them around his waist, “Oh Mox… Fuck love, please keep going…”

Ruby spoke softly, reaching up with one hand to run her fingers through her husband’s short hair, gently scratching his scalp. Mox groaned and switched over to her right nipple, giving it the same treatment as the left, sucking and gently biting.

Ruby leaned her head back and gently pulled on the short locks, still growing back.

Mox always preferred his hair short, but since his lovely wife mentioned she missed his long hair, he decided to give growing it out again a try. After all, happy wife, happy life, right?

Mox groaned out at the feeling, he let go of Ruby’s nipple with a pop, he trailed his kisses down her stomach and over her thighs. She arched her back up, the cold air in the bedroom hitting her spit covered nipples. Ruby looked down at Mox, who had pushed her thighs open so he could lay between them and was still pressing little kisses all over her thighs.

Ruby lifted her hips, Mox gently pushed her hips back down into the bed, he moved her panties to the side and pressed a soft kiss to her clit. Causing her to moan out and hide her face in her hands.

Mox reached up and pulled her hands away from her face, “Why are you hiding that pretty face doll? Let me look at those beautiful expressions you make while I eat this pretty pussy…”

Ruby blushed a dark red color, she couldn't say why she was so embarrassed, but this moment, it felt like her first time with Mox all over again. They took things so slow, still exploring each other and what felt good.

Mox smiled and held Ruby’s wrists down by her hips and pressed another kiss to her clit, he could see her hole clenching around nothing, and her arousal dripping down onto the sheets. He dove in headfirst, literally, and licked over her clit, then down to her slit and back up again. Gathering her arousal on his tongue and swallowing, “Fuck…” He groaned. “Goddamn doll, always so fucking good…”

Ruby moaned loudly as Mox went back in and pushed his tongue inside her, she clenched down around his tongue and arched her back. Mox smiled as much as he could and watched her face as he began to tongue fuck her, he watched her face contort in pleasure. Ruby clenched her eyes shut, attempting to buck her hips up against Mox’s face. Mox held her down still, feeling his beard become wet with her juices that managed to escape his tongue.

Mox pulled back a bit and sucked on Ruby’s clit, he looked up at her. “Keep your hips down for me, okay doll? Can you do that for me pretty baby? While I suck on your clit and fuck you with my fingers?”

“Yes, Mox… Please? Please fuck me with your fingers, please!” Ruby whined out as Mox let go of her hips and pushed one thick finger inside her, attaching his lips to her clit and sucking harshly.

Ruby moaned and resisted the urge to buck her hips at the surge of pleasure, Mox smiled and thrusted his finger in and out of her at a fast pace.

After a while of fucking her with one finger, he added another. Scissoring them to help stretch her out, he continued sucking on her clit harshly. Trying to pull an orgasm from her.

She moaned louder, “F-Fuck, faster love please!” She begged, clenching down on Mox’s fingers. Mox pulled away from her clit and thrusted his fingers faster, “Are you gonna cum doll? Go ahead baby, cum for me. Come on pretty, you can do it.” He praised Ruby, causing her to arch her back and buck her hips up.

Mox attached his lips back to her clit and sucked harshly, Ruby moaned loudly as she came. Clenching and unclenching around Mox’s fingers, Mox quickly pulled his fingers out of Ruby and thrust his tongue into her hole. Trying to get as much of her cum on his tongue as he could. He had always loved her taste, her arousal, her cum, her skin, everything.

Once Ruby had come down from her high, Mox sat up on his knees and kissed her softly. She kissed back, tasting herself on his tongue. “Goddamn…” She laughed softly, Mox smiled and kissed her forehead. “We're far from done doll.”

Ruby laughed more and covered her face, once she had calmed down a bit she sat up. “Sit on the bed, just for that, you deserve a blowjob.”

Mox chuckled, “Oh doll, you know I'll never say no to that.” He unbuttoned his pants and slipped them down his legs along with his underwear and sat on the bed, fully hard cock on display.

Ruby stood from the bed on somewhat shaky legs and dropped to her knees in front of Mox, she looked up at him and jerked him off a few times before taking the head of his painfully hard cock into her mouth.

Mox groaned loudly and grabbed a handful of Ruby’s long, raven hair. He watched her slowly bob her head up and down his cock, jerking off what she couldn't fit in her mouth (or down her throat just yet).

Ruby bobbed her head faster hearing Mox’s groans of pleasure, she was spurred on by the dull ache between her legs of knowing what was coming next. She mentally prepared herself, and took Mox’s cock deep down her throat. Mox threw his head back and fucking growled, Ruby held him down her throat for a moment before letting up so she could breathe.

Mox began to guide Ruby’s head, pushing it up and down his cock. Moaning at the feeling of her warm, wet mouth. Ruby let her hands fall to her sides and allowed Mox to guide her fully, she moaned around him when he began to buck his hips, fucking her mouth.

Mox moaned when he felt the vibrations of Ruby moaning around his cock, he fucked into her mouth faster, already beginning to feel his cock twitch. Ruby moaned again, feeling Mox’s cock twitch in her mouth. Mox groaned and fucked her mouth faster, his cock twitched again, and he buried himself down her throat. Cumming thick ropes, Ruby was caught off guard and swallowed quickly so she didn't choke, Mox moaned loudly and pushed farther down her throat. Keeping his cock there until he had finished cumming, he then carefully pulled out of her mouth and immediately pulled Ruby up to kiss her. Ruby kissed back, wrapping her arms tightly around Mox, she pulled away after a moment, coughing.

Mox rubbed her back, “You okay doll? Did I go too far?” Ruby shook her head and smiled, “No love, I'm okay. You didn't go too far, I promise.”

Mox smiled softly, “Good, now get your pretty ass up here and lay down.” Ruby laughed, laid on the bed and looked at Mox. Who got up to his knees and lifted her legs to his shoulders, “You ready pretty baby?”

“Of course I'm ready Mox, just fuck me already-” Ruby was cut off by a moan as Mox quickly pushed into her, pushing so his cock was all the way inside before bottoming out. He stayed still for a moment, relishing the feeling of Ruby’s tight walls around his cock.

“Shit- Fuck Mox!” She moaned out, he groaned at the feeling and leaned down to kiss Ruby as he began to thrust into her, swallowing her moans. Ruby kissed back, grabbing a handful of Mox’s hair when he leaned down. The kiss was sloppy, all teeth and tongue but neither seemed to care.

Mox pulled away from the kiss first, he grabbed Ruby’s hips and continued his slow thrusts, Ruby dug her fingers into the sheets below her.

Both moaned out when his thrusts picked up pace, holding her hips in a bruising grip. She closed her eyes and moaned, Mox pulled out of her, and flipped her onto her stomach. Ruby immediately lifted up to her knees, her ass in the air. Mox pushed back into her and began his fast pace again, he tangled his fingers in Ruby’s hair and pushed her head down into the mattress. “Fuck doll, look at you, so fucking pretty for me. Letting me use you like this, just like you're a pretty little doll. My personal fuck toy, shit-”

Ruby moaned at his filthy words, reaching out and grabbing one of the pillows, needing to hold onto something. Mox thrusted faster, slamming his hips into her ass. The only sounds in the large bedroom being skin slapping against skin, and euphoric moaning, the room stunk of sex, and the sheets would definitely need to be changed whenever they finished.

Mox continued his fast thrusts, he let go of Ruby's hair and leaned down to kiss over her shoulders. His pace was getting to the point of brutal, as he bit down roughly on her shoulder, drawing blood. Ruby arched her back and moaned, she let go of the pillow and grabbed the back of Mox’s head to keep him close. Mox grunted and groaned into her ear, he wrapped his free hand around her neck and squeezed, momentarily cutting off her oxygen.

She whined, it came out strangled from the pressure on her wind pipe. She let out another strangled moan when Mox bit into her other shoulder, drawing more blood.

Mox leaned back up and pulled Ruby up with him, so her back was pressed against his chest, hand still around her neck. She leaned her head back on his shoulder and grabbed the back of his head, pulling him into a sloppy kiss and moaning into his mouth. Mox eagerly kissed back, and reached his hand that wasn't around her neck down to her clit to rub circles on the sensitive bud.

Ruby moaned loudly and grabbed his wrist with her free hand, “Fuck-!” Mox whispered in her ear, “Shhh doll, you can take it for me baby. I know you can, god-fucking-damn-!”

Mox cut himself off with a groan when he felt Ruby clenching around him. “Fuck, you gonna cum for me already doll? I'm not even done with you yet.”

Ruby whined and nodded as much as she could, her face flushing red. Mox smirked and tightened his grip on her neck, “You don't need to breathe, do you baby? No, you don't. What you need is my cock, yeah? That's what you need pretty?”

Ruby nodded quickly, stuttering out a ‘Yes.’ Mox smiled sadistically, still rubbing circles on her clit, he rubbed faster. Quickening his pace as well, Ruby arched her back, her eyes rolling back into her head.

“Oh that's a pretty sight doll,” Mox groaned, “Fucked you stupid already huh? Am I fucking my pretty doll so good she's just a cock drunk little bitch?” Ruby mumbled out something incoherent and grabbed at Mox’s wrist, the hand that was around her neck. He let up for a moment to allow air into her lungs, and continued rubbing harsh circles on her clit.

“Come on pretty, cum for me. Cum for me like a good little bitch, I know you're close.” Mox pistoned his hips faster, fucking up into Ruby with all his strength. Ruby moaned out loudly, near screamed as she came around his cock. Tears fell from her eyes when he squeezed her neck again, thrusting a few more times before he came inside her.

Mox slowed his thrusts as he shot thick ropes of cum into Ruby, as he stopped, he stayed inside her for a moment before pulling out completely and laying her down on the bed. He heaved deep breaths as he laid down beside her, chest rising and falling rapidly.

He pulled Ruby into his chest and held her tightly as she came down from her high, she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. “Good job doll, so proud of you… Did so good for me pretty baby-” Mox kissed her head and rubbed her back, the two laid in silence for some moments as they both came down from their highs.

Ruby lifted her head to look at Mox and kissed him, Mox kissed back holding the back of Ruby’s head with a gentle hand. “Do you think you can go one more round for me doll?” He asked, pressing his forehead against hers. She gave a small nod, “Words doll…”

“Yeah, yeah I can go one more round.” Ruby smiled a bit, “Good, want you to ride me baby. Seeing you on top of me, shit-” Mox kissed her again and sat up, leaning against the pillows.

Ruby smiled and sat up as well, sitting herself in Mox’s lap and feeling his hardening cock press up against her. “God it always amazes me how you can get hard again after cumming twice, shit-”

Mox laughed softly and rubbed Ruby's hips, “Always amazes me how you can go again after I finish fucking you stupid.” Ruby laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding onto him as she lowered herself down on his cock. Both moaned out, he grabbed her hips and kissed her again, muffling them both. She kissed back and lowered herself down fully, staying still for a moment before lifting up and slamming her hips down against his.

She moaned softly and repeated this action, continuing until both were on the verge of cumming again. Mox buried his face in Ruby’s neck and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, she held him just as tight. Her arms around his neck, her face buried in his neck as well.

She kept grinding her hips against his, riding him faster and holding him tight. Mox let out a broken moan as he came inside Ruby, she never slowed her pace, no matter how bad her legs were burning with exhaustion. She moaned loudly as she came around him again, Mox whined and held her tighter to slow her down. “Fucking shit doll slow down-!”

“Shit-!” Ruby finally slowed down to a stop, holding Mox tightly to her chest. “Goddamn…” Mox panted, taking deep heaving breaths. Ruby whined when Mox started to pull away, “No love, please stay inside? Just a little longer, please?” She asked, burying her face in his neck.

Mox moved a bit so he could lay down, holding Ruby on top of him as they both came down from their highs, sunlight peeking into the room.

Ruby laughed softly, “Shit, we really went all night huh?” Mox chuckled, “I guess we did doll.”

“Oh, I fucking love you.” “I love you too doll, so goddamn much. You have no idea.” Mox hummed as he traced his fingers up and down her spine, Ruby smiled and sighed happily. “We're gonna need to get a shower soon, and change the sheets.” Mox mused, “We can do all that later, I just wanna be held. And hold you, and maybe get some sleep while we're at it.”

Mox smiled and kissed Ruby’s forehead, “Lucky we don't have anything scheduled this week, huh?”

“Very lucky.”

The two held each other in the afterglow of their orgasms, Ruby drifted off to sleep before Mox. Mox, who continued to hold her and rub her back, just watching her sleep for a while and listening to the birds chirp outside their window before he drifted off as well.

[moxley-master]

Moxley-Master Masterlist

Just a collection of all the fanfics I’ve written on this account! I am active on my secondary acc little-wicked10

🥵 - Smut (18+ only)

💔 - Angst

Little-Wicked10 Masterlist

Dean Ambrose/Jon Moxley

Perks (Dean Ambrose x ofc) - 🥵When he’s not in the ring, he’s the lead guitarist in his band. Dean doesn’t exactly get to enjoy all the perks of being a rockstar until he meets a girl he plans getting back to his hotel and rocking her world.

Good Morning (John Shaw x ofc) -🥵💔 John Shaw promises his girlfriend he’ll always come home to her, but they both need some reassuring after he gets shot for the second time.

Slumber Party (Dean Ambrose x ofc) - 🥵Hadley and the guys plan a scary movie night, but Roman and Seth invite their girlfriends ruining friends ONLY night. That leaves Dean and Hadley to protect each other from the scary movies.

Mojo Rawley

Shut Up! (Mojo x ofc) - 🥵While Gronk and Mojo are downstairs in the gym getting hyped for another match, Mojo’s girl is upstairs trying to sleep. When she finally has enough, she goes downstairs in nothing but Mojo’s old football jersey and tells them to shut up. Mojo is surprised and oddly turned on by his angry girlfriend.

[majesticwren]

Hush! It's a Secret

Summary: After Regal's betrayal, Mox finds a distraction in the arms of a stranger in a seemingly meaningless encounter in a squalid bar downtown.

Words: 5k. Trigger Warnings: smut, semi-public sex, I am unhinged and unashamed and this is pointless and brainless but hot.

Since the first step she took through those doors, she knew she found herself in a place so far from her day-to-day reality it felt liberating. It felt like breathing fresh air for the first time. Even through the heavy, dense air smelling of stale beer, cigarettes and piss of that manky bar downtown.

As soon as she found herself walking through that place, feeling the sticky floor under the sole of her expensive heels, being scrutinised by unfriendly, fogged-up gazes coming from dark corners, a sharp smile popped on her lips.

The expectations, the drama of it all, was what made her feel something other than ordinary life. It made her feel the fizz of pure energy flowing through her veins. Adrenaline pumped through her heart, making her fingertips vibrate in anticipation. Her entire face and gaze lit up, as life sparkled through her eyes and blushed on her cheeks, differently from her usual, pale, unconcerned and unbothered state.

Approaching the dirty-looking counter, she climbed on one of the stools and sat elegantly, her legs crossed in a pose that appeared uncomfortable, but somehow, she was able to make it look natural, relaxed even, despite her high heels.

"Wow, a woman like you doesn't stumble around these parts often." As the bartender approached her, she was ready to offer a warm, charming smile to her.

The woman to the other side of the counter wore a dirty apron around her waist and clothes that she doubted were part of any kind of uniform. She had fiery red dyed hair and her light blue eyes popped under the long, black lashes she wore.

"No? Why is that?" She wondered, only pretending to causally bend, letting the thick pelt coat she was wearing fall over her shoulder. She adored seeing the other’s attention getting caught.

"I'm sure you know the answer. You must be smarter than that, right?"

The tone of the bartender was both welcoming and rude, a sign that she might not be used to serving other people other than the ten bastards that sat around the bar already, consuming cheap beer on the edge between the end of a long day, the cure to loneliness and alcoholism.

"I don't judge so easily." She just answered, shrugging elegantly, the golden, thin chains that kept her thin dress up jingled as her thin shoulders moved.

"You certainly should, lady. This place doesn't look like the kind of place for a girl like you." Despite her tone, the way the other woman leaned on the counter made it appear like she was still flirting.

"I like unrefined things. The most precious and honest shades of life are found in rough things."

"I bet it's easy to say for someone like you."

"And that is?"

"Well," the bartender pointed at her, "just look at you. And with that brit accent…"

"You know of me only what you can see. And it makes you assume you have me figured out, uh?" She tapped her long, cured nails on the surface of the counter, "You think you know me, or the likes of me, only by the way I sit, or what I'm wearing, or by my makeup. That might all be only a pretty cover."

"And what's the book like?"

"I don't know," she smiled charmingly, letting the other one look at her, "serve me a good margarita and you might find out."

The other woman tapped her hand on the counter, starting to prepare her cocktail.

"What's your name?"

"Veronica."

"And?"

"Just Veronica for tonight."

The bartender finally slid the cocktail over the counter, giving her another good look. "Well, Veronica, you look like hot fire. And I do not judge by the cover. I am good at guessing a character. You've got hell in your eyes. The margarita will taste like crap, so I guess I'll never know," another tap on the counter, "I wouldn't drink it if I were you. My boss is a cunt who doesn't know about hygiene and doesn't care, so, you've been warned."

"You could have warned me sooner."

The woman on the other side of the counter winked. "You said it yourself; you like it rough."

Veronica pulled out her platinum card, passing it over. "Charge yourself a fat tip, will you, love? We can't let your cunt of a boss win." She offered a sharp wink.

As the bartender moved over to the other side of the counter, where the old till register was, a group of three men proceeded to order another round. They entertained a chat with the bartender, unashamedly moving their attention on Veronica, who just sat there, pretending not to hear them, basking in their attention.

The only thing shielding her from the frosty bite of that November night was the thick, long pelt she was wearing on top of a small designer dress, vintage and expensive looking, short on her exposed legs. Everything about her was made to be looked at.

After all, that was the whole point.

And she liked it. She knew exactly what kind of charm she had and how to use it. She was one of those women who took her beauty in her own hands, holding all the power at all times.

She wasn't able to fight with fists and she wasn't blessed by brute force, but she had a sharp mind and a pair of dove eyes and full lips that could make anyone drop on their knees. Where that failed, then she was fierce and courageous, using her smarts and witty tongue to unleash her anger and protect herself.

That was the way she was raised. She was a warrior and her beauty was her weapon.

That night was like any other. She was fighting against boredom and responsibilities, running away from all the reasons that made her feel constricted, hiding in a squalid bar downtown, deserted and filthy.

Her fingers rested on the thin base of her margarita glass. She wasn't going to drink it but she didn't intend to reject it either. She liked to pretend. She liked that so much.

To her, it was all a game. And it was inebriating and slightly dangerous.

She knew she was completely out of place, sitting there. She was wearing expensive stuff. Only the golden chains around her neck were probably more valuable than the salary of the poor fucker sitting in the back. She looked fine and expensive. And she looked vulnerable.

It was all a carefully placed trap. And it was so easy for her to spot the possible spoils of her hunting. It was easy to catch the attention of the drunken men gathered around the counter. As much as their intentions were clear as day. Plus, she wasn't sitting far enough to be deaf to their dirty comments about what they'd do to a woman like her.

Except they never dared to do anything.

Even to the curious look she sent their way as soon as one of those pathetic examples of masculinity vented about how women like her deserved to be hurt and ruined, their horrendous, disrespectful words remained nothing but.

Men always thought that they had every liberty with her. It was irresistible to them. And she was used to preying on their weakness.

And she liked that too. Like a black widow patiently waiting nested in her carefully designed web.

And just as planned, on time like clockwork, a man sided her.

She didn't even look at him, her fingers danced on the thin glass as he leaned against the counter.

"Can I get any of the zero per cent shit you got?" He mumbled.

His voice was like a low rumble and it attracted Veronica's attention.

Her eyes danced on his image in the mirror on the other side of the bar, just above the bottles shelf. He was tall and imposing. He looked tremendously burly, large and strong. And dangerous. Violence ran through his blue eyes.

He was definitely someone not to fuck with.

Just her type.

His face was bruised across one eye socket and forehead, but, somehow, that didn’t surprise her, nor did impact his charm. Somehow, he seemed to be even prettier that way.

Happy to move away from the group of drunken men, the bartender slid back towards them. "I either have warm regular beer or cheap liquor." She chuckled.

“Water?”

“I don’t know. Do you wanna risk drinking tap from a place like this?”

“Just get me a glass of water with ice. You don't want to piss me off, lady.”

“Ok, fine, calm down big guy.” The woman on the other side of the counter raised her hands in a peaceful gesture, just a moment before handing Veronica her card back. “Just so you know, I’ll have to charge you for it. And you are likely to get some type of hepatitis from it, so, I wouldn’t drink it. Take it up to my boss if it’s a problem.”

He rolled his eyes so intensely that Veronica felt it. “Soda then?”

“I’ve got off-brand cola and-” she paused only to look at the fridge behind her, “Yeah, that’s it.”

“Fine. Got ice or do I have to go and grab some brown snow from the side of the road outside?”

“We’ve got ice. Still comes from dirty water, but we’ve got it.”

The man only replied with a quick movement of his hand, clearly done with that conversation. As he did to grab his wallet, Veronica finally looked directly at him, her gaze slid across his figure as she didn’t even try to hide the warmth of her interest. She flicked her card between her fingers towards the bartender. "Please," she started, "let me offer."

He didn't object.

The bartender nodded. "Coming right up," then she leaned closer to her, "Sorry about what those guys have said, by the way."

Veronica's only response was a quick shrug. Much less interested than the man next to her, who raised his eyes at the group at the end of the counter, sending them a deadly look, as sharp as razor blades.

She couldn't keep herself from smiling victoriously.

He let himself fall heavily on the stool next to her. “I guess this is not taken.”

“No.”

As soon as their eyes crossed, she struggled to think about anything else but how dangerously charming he was. It was a dirty, rough beauty he had, hidden in the shadows of his serious face, behind the slim chances of a sincere smile, and it was in his eyes, so dark, so primal and brutal, and yet stained by a certain softness as he looked at her.

She liked that look so much that it gave her a shiver.

"Hi," she greeted him with a smile that would have made any man fall to his knees.

"A woman like you shouldn't be in a place like this on her own."

"But I'm not on my own." She dared to wink at him, hinting so clearly at the fact that he was the reason she wasn't alone any longer.

"So, what are you running from?" He wondered.

She leaned against the counter, looking at him more closely. "Well, maybe I wasn't running. Maybe I was waiting to be found."

"And have you?"

"I don't know. You tell me."

His reply was delayed only by the time he received his drink and she was given her card back. Then, his attention moved back to her and never moved elsewhere again.

She felt exposed under his eyes but in such a delicious way.

A vague smile appeared on his lips, making a dimple pop just under the thin, dark beard that shadowed his jaw. It was so strange, it made him look sweeter and more dangerous at the same time.

“Oh, I am certainly seeing you, princess.”

She didn’t blush easily, but the way he looked down at her, like a hungry wolf, made her.

“What happened to your face?” She wondered looking intensely at the bruising across his features.

The man flinched under her eyes as if she had just stricken an uncovered nerve. He didn’t hide away though, if possible, his pride was even clearer as he puffed his large chest up. “A prick with a brass knuckle happened,” he shook his head, looking surprisingly defeated, yet his anger still clearly consumed him.

"Is that why you’re hiding in a place like this?" She wondered, nesting her chin in her palm, leaning against the counter.

"Me? This is exactly the place for a man like me."

"Yeah, it suits you,” she paused a moment, looking at him, “and yet there’s something you are running from.”

“Maybe I just want to forget tonight.”

“I see,” a soft smile appeared on her lips, “with that, I can relate.”

They both just looked at each other for a few moments that felt like ages. She liked to see how he took his time to study her features and details. And it felt good. It felt like the stars had aligned, bringing her to be to the right place at the right time.

“So, what do you say?” She rolled her head, pointing towards the back where a bathroom sign could barely be seen hanging on the wall. "Feel like helping each other forget about tonight?”

The grin that appeared on his lips was a surprise that left her breathless. It was handsome and gruesome, full of promise and curses. “You sure are a surprising woman.”

As he studied her, weighing his option, Veronica unashamedly stretched under his eyes, her lips too, distended in a charming grin as she patiently waited for him to fall into her web.

“I am not a gentle man. Nothing like the boring sons of rich men you are used to fuck.”

Her smile sharpened as a shiver crossed her back. Her skin was already hot, and her lower abdomen was already gathering pressure, as her desire grew. It was the moment. It was the idea of breaking so many unspeakable rules. And it was that man.

She dropped her pelt, leaving it dangling on the stool with her purse as she stood up. She didn’t feel the cold bite of the air on her naked skin. It was impossible when her blood was boiling.

Sliding closer to the man, Veronica was now unhinged and didn’t care about the possibility that other people may be watching. She ran her hands on his thighs, feeling his firm muscles under the material of his blue jeans. Nesting between his spread legs was easy, especially since he let her get as close as she wanted.

Veronica dared to brush her fingertips across his neck until her entire palm rested on his throat as she sided his ear. “Then be rough. That’s how I like it.”

With that being said, she left him, leaving him the choice to either follow her or not.

As she sided the bar counter, Veronica caught the bartender's gaze and pointed at her stuff. “Will you keep an eye out for that, darling? I need to go and fix my makeup.”

“Sure.” She smiled like she knew Veronica was lying.

She didn’t have to wait long. Almost as soon as she turned around the corner and into the dark corridor that led to the bathroom, the man was on her, pushing her through the door.

He was big and heavy, and God it was inebriating. Like a drug she wasn't allowed to have that made her feel so good.

He was right. He wasn’t gentle. And every time his rough, heavy hands tugged at her, then her body responded in the most delicious way. To the point that as he pushed her against the sink, making her face the mirror, pressing himself against her back, Veronica purred for him, stretching against his solid body.

They looked at each other for a moment, through the mirror, and the more he looked wild, as desire lit his eyes, the more her own desire grew, making her loins feel so heavy and painfully empty.

“Is this what you like to do?” He wondered, brushing his lips to her ear and his beard on her neck, chafing her skin deliciously. “You like to pick up strangers and have them fuck you raw in a dirty bathroom?”

He gently kicked her feet apart, guiding her to spread her legs for him. And she did, grabbing on the sink edges for balance, prompting her ass up for him. Her only response was a small whimper. He approved her move with a soft chuckle, looking down at her.

He then sided her ear again, his hands solidly wrapped around her hips as he ground himself against her ass. “How many times have you done this already?”

Despite the slight aggressivity in his words, he undeniably liked it. She could feel it in the bulge of his trousers rubbing against her ass. He was big and rock-hard. And it made her purr again as she rolled her eyes in the back of her skull.

“Please,” she started pleading, but he wasn’t inclined in giving her what she wanted so badly just yet.

“Answer me.”

“A few times.”

“You sure are a naughty one.” He brushed a smile across her neck, then his tongue followed, as he tasted her skin, releasing a low growl.

He was more animal than man now. And he was done talking.

He roughly pulled her dress up over her hips and, once her ass was uncovered, he bent to check her out, giving her a solid smack, just a moment before squeezing her soft flesh into his palms, releasing a grunt of approval.

She whimpered, letting her head fall on his shoulder. She knew she was already a mess and she was destined to only get worse, to be moulded under his hands and filled by his raw, violent power. God, she wanted nothing more.

He tangled his fingers to the thin, lacey material of her underwear, following it over her hipbones, to her abdomen and down, to her core where he shamelessly nested one of his hands.

“You really do like this, uh?” He wondered, a proud smile pressing on her temple. She muttered a blurred yes as if the drenched mess between her thighs wasn’t already enough of an answer.

“Please,” she tried to plea again, shaking her head, “I need you to fuck me.”

“I’ll hurt you if you don’t let me get you ready for me babygirl.” His soft concern brushed on her skin. His words slid through her ear and directly into her blood, becoming a wave of pleasure that shot through her.

“I thought you said you weren’t gentle.”

“I am not.” He pushed her underwear to the side and decided to prove his point rudely sliding his fingers through her folds. He welcomed feeling her wet, hot centre with a low growl but didn’t lose time to enjoy her. His stubbornness only brought her more pleasure, as he pushed one finger inside of her, and then another, stretching her out. "I still want you to enjoy it."

She tried to suffocate a louder moan as his way to prove what he was saying was to start fucking her with his fingers, finding her clit with his thumb.

"I like it. I fucking like it," she mumbled pressing her shoulders into his chest, "but your cock is better than your fingers."

The change in pace was immediate and unavoidable. As soon as he stiffened and moved slightly, she felt the pressure of expectation vibrate through her.

He let her go only to get rid of the leather jacket he was still wearing, letting it fall on the filthy floor with not much care for it. Then, he reached into his pocket to find the condom he kept in his wallet. He slipped the packet between his teeth, to have free hands as he proceeded to undo his belt and jeans. The sharp zip as he lowered his jeans and pants on his thighs gave her a shiver.

She patiently waited, as he ripped the condom and rolled it on his cock. Then, as he stepped closer to her. She welcomed him with a sigh, arching her back against him, popping her ass up again, right into his hands as he pressed his hard cock against it, slowly sliding it between her thighs, right into her wetness, coating himself with her hot juices.

They both whimpered.

"Last chance babygirl."

As he whispered to her ear, Veronica rolled her hips rubbing herself on him. "Fuck me hard. I wanna feel it. I wanna remember it."

He nodded solemnly to her order. And then he gave her exactly what she wanted.

She helped him to find the right position and then he slammed into her. As her body stretched around him, squeezing him tight, she was left breathless.

“Fuck-” his breath was heavy as he let his head fall on her shoulder.

He was as big and as heavy as she had imagined and hoped for, and he filled her up so well. The pain that abrupt invasion caused was an electric shot that immediately transformed into pleasure.

He gave her a moment to get used to him. But it lasted only a few seconds.

As he grabbed solidly on her hip, he sent her a sharp look through the mirror, enjoying the view.

"Take a deep breath, princess."

As she did, suddenly surprisingly electrified by his ways and the notion he knew exactly what he was doing, his hand was on her throat in a clutch so perverted and so delicious she was already ready to come undone between his arms, especially since he started to pump in and out of her, just as wildly as she had demanded.

He fucked her hard and he fucked her good.

At first sight, he appeared to be a rough man who was used to taking what he wanted with not much care for his partner's desires. How wrong that was.

He looked like a wild, untamed thing, full of anger, definitely able to break people in half with his bare hands. And yet, he was also able to give pleasure. And not by mistake. He knew what he was doing.

As she felt the warm, thick waves of pleasure gather through her, pressuring her stomach, a louder moan escaped her lips.

"Jon," she whispered, blinded by pleasure, forgetting about the rules of the game.

He pressed his face against her neck, inhaling deeply her scent. "I thought you liked to pretend you don't know me."

"I do," at first her voice was a whisper, "I do, I do," then it became a cry out loud.

She let go of the sink to throw her arms up and around his head, holding solidly onto him, moulded between his arms, taking every inch of him and desiring more, much more than anything he had to give.

"But I still need to say your name when I cum." She whispered; her words were as solemn as a promise made in front of God.

He pulled away only to turn her around, lift her up between his arms and slam back into her. "Then look at me in the fucking eye when you do."

She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held tight, giving in to a kiss that he didn't oppose.

She didn't realise how much she missed his lips until she found herself devouring him.

It was their game.

She liked to meet him in squalid bars and pretend they were total strangers. It was inebriating and it was freeing of any responsibility. They both could pretend to be other people, with easier lives and situations.

He was hers and she was his, it was undeniable. But no one could know. They were relegated to a secret, unable to love each other in public. Even looking at each other was dangerous, because the attraction that connected them was undeniable. It was the reason why they actively avoided each other at all times and everyone assumed they just hated each other.

After all, they were completely different people.

And despite that, he was the complementary half she always missed. They were two faces of the same coin. She fed the good inside of him and he gave her the chaos she needed to survive.

It happened by chance. She didn't plan to be attracted to a man such as Jon Moxley. And no one around her would have ever understood. Though she didn't fight against her feelings. As soon as she started to understand he was someone she wanted, she did everything in her power to get him. Jon fought against his attraction a bit more, only trying to protect his honour or the respect he had for her father, but he didn't last long.

Now, they only had those fleeting moments to hold each other.

Nesting between his strong arms, she slid a hand across his jaw, looking into his features, making him look at her.

Her pleasure grew and grew until it brimmed over the edge.

"Fuck, Jon-" She choked on her own breath, "I'm coming."

His only response was a grunt, as he pushed himself deeper inside of her.

She came undone crying his name out loud, her body twitched around him as she held tighter, while the spasms of her orgasm squeezed him tight.

He didn't have the patience to wait any longer, deciding to let go of his control and follow her over the edge.

Bending against her, burying himself so deliciously inside of her, Mox pressed his face against her neck, suffocating a louder moan into her chest.

They stood there for a moment, catching their breaths, unable to move, unable to think, unable to exist beside who they were between each other arms.

The moment Jon moved, she caught him, gently caressing his face, guiding his eyes into hers.

"I am so sorry about what happened tonight." She whispered quietly. Part of her was afraid to burst their bubble, but she didn't care. It wasn't as important as making sure he knew where she stood.

Her father, William Regal, founder and leader of the Blackpool Combat Club had betrayed his boys and, in particular, had betrayed Mox, costing him his title.

She didn't have any time to react after she witnessed the events happening. As Regal fled the scene, she had to follow him to keep up appearances, but as soon as she could she contacted Mox, giving him the address of that bar and a time to meet.

And now, she was sure she wasn't agreeing with her father. To the point, she was ready to publicly stand against him. What he had done crossed every limit.

And it had hurt her just as much as it must have hurt his boys.

Mox looked away but didn't seek distance from her. On the contrary, he still held her tight, even if his posture froze slightly. His silence was solemn, declaring the pain and anger that burned through his chest louder than any word could ever do.

"I need you to know I wasn't aware. I didn't know what my father had planned."

His tremendously violent gaze lashed upon her. Even if he looked like he was ready to lose it, snap her in half and go on a rampage, she wasn't scared. She still caressed his jaw gently, crossing the tip of her fingers into his beard.

"I will never support his decision and I am ready to stand against him."

A dry burst of laughter shook his chest, as he let go of her, taking a step back. "Daddy won't be happy about that." He was sceptical and sarcastic, turning around as he got rid of the condom and fixed his trousers. "And surely he won't be happy to know you've been calling me daddy too."

"Well," Veronica turned towards the mirror as she fixed her own clothes, only to wash her hands just to do something, "it was his decision to betray you."

Jon towered behind her. She could feel his breath on her neck. "Are you saying you are willing to turn your back on your father and take my side?"

"Yeah," she turned around to face him, unsure why he seemed so crossed by her words, "is that a problem, Moxley?"

"No."

Despite everything about him, he still hesitated, long enough for her to catch him off guard. She wrapped her hands gently around his face, handling him with such a level of care and sweetness that it didn’t even seem to be appropriate or deserved by someone like Moxley.

And yet, she didn’t care.

She was about the only person on earth he allowed to know how easily he could crumble if cradled lovingly.

So, she enjoyed every moment of him pressing his face into her palms, letting go of a heavy sigh that seemed to express what weight had just lifted off his chest. She felt so honoured to be lucky enough to get to see and know his softest side. And it was only for her and his boys.

Veronica grabbed his chin and gently pulled him into a kiss he didn’t refuse.

“I guess we won’t be a secret anymore.” Their game had always been fun, but the idea of finally being free to stand by his side publicly was ravaging, making her heart beat and roar violently in her chest.

“Guess not.” As Moxley smiled down at her, he gave her a quick tug, pulling her into his arms. “Let’s get out of here.”

[riptides-n-roses]

pet - jon moxley (18+)

⛧ pair: jon moxley x reader

⛧ tags: @93pallom (tagging my irl friend because i promised them i would write one of mox) @cyberdejos2

⛧ warnings: dom! jon, jon with a daddy kink, oral (m! receiving), masturbating, unprotected p in v, cre@mp!e, degrading, spankings, love marks, y/n wearing a collar, petnames (kitten,daddy), aftercare

⛧ i bet $5 he is rough as fuck when it comes to sex but is a total sweetheart during aftercare; i don't watch aew as much but i definitely need to; also he's the reason i have an older men kink - I love writing about c0wg!rl position. It's too hot

⛧ no plot - just literally straight up p0rn (i wanted to try something new)

⛧ word count: 1.4K

“Come here, kitten.” You felt the roughness of Jon’s voice as he motioned you to come to him, as you crawled on all fours to him. His lustful stare made your pussy throb as he pat his leg, making you take your seat on his lap. Jon groped your ass cheeks, feeling himself get hard.

“Daddy had a rough day today. Do you know what that means?”

You gasped as he left a harsh slap on your ass. Jon loved when you fall submissive to his touch. His calloused fingers tracing the lining of your pink panties.

“Y-Yes…” You began to speak, feeling his hand make their way to your throbbing wet clit.

“Yes, what. Use your words, slut.” His words were full of hunger as he slid his fingers up and down on your clit, making you whine for more.

“Yes…D-Daddy.”

“That’s my good little kitten.”

Jon held you tightly as his mouth pressed onto yours, both of your tongues fighting for dominance. His other hand still playing with your clit. You loved when Jon played with you. He made sure you always gotten to cum before he did. He always played nice with you even while he humiliated you with his degrading, leaving marks on your body so everyone knew you were his and only his to play with. No one else could touch you like he could. No one could fuck you the way he does.

You felt your legs shake as his fingers went faster on your clit, your muffled moans while his tongue was swirling with yours was enough to drive you crazy. Jon finally pulled away, a trail of spit leaving his lips, His fingers stop playing with your clit.

“Take them off, kitten” Without hesitation, you removed your pink laced bra, revealing your breasts. You got off his lap, to take off your matching panties, the cold air making your nipples harden and your clit throb. Jon smirked, admiring your naked body.

“Good kitten. Now, give daddy some lovin’ ”

You knew what he meant by that and took off his pants along with his boxers, revealing his throbbing cock. You loved how thick it was, how it always filled you up. You got on your knees and you gently kissed the tip - making Jon patiently waiting for you to make another move.

After a few kisses, you slid a few inches of his cock in your mouth, bopping your head up and down slowly, your eyes never leaving his ocean blues. He laid his head back, eyes rolling up and grabbed some of your hair.

"Fuck, kitten" He growled, pushing your head down his shaft. You gagged feeling his tip touch your throat, his whole length now in your mouth. You gagged from how rough his thrusts were, his tip always hitting your throat. Small tears formed in your eyes as you were still trying to get used to his massive size - your pussy throbbed from his grunts.

"Look at you. Taking every inch of my cock. You're a dirty little slut, aren't you?" He cooed, his other hand roughly cupping your face seeing your ruined face. "Play with yourself, kitten." He ordered - you didn't want to disobey him and he watched as you took your hand to your clit, chuckling as you winced from the sensation.

"Good girl. You're such a good little girl"

His grip tightened on your hair, as you gagged and moaned from his thrusts, your hand rubbing faster on your clit, your fingers touching your pearl. Jon never broke eye contact as he watched you make a mess all over his cock.

"You're gonna cum, baby? You want daddy to make you cum? Hmm?"

His words made you whimper as you were getting close, feeling your stomach tighten - You were trying to nod while sucking him off.

"C'mon, baby. Cum for daddy. Be a good little slut for me" He ordered, his grip on your face getting tighter.

You let out a high pitched moan as you hit your orgasm, he followed with a loud groan, his warm cum going down your throat.

"Swallow every drop."

You made sure to swallow his cum - he gently ripped his cock out of your mouth. You panted as you looked up at him - your face warm from his grip and your tongue being out.

"Good girl. You know what's next don't you?"

"Y-yes daddy..."

Jon smirked and stood up, going to a drawer. He opened it and picked up a pink leather collar with a matching leash. He admired it for a second before walking back to where you were.

"Stand up, baby"

You got up and willingly lifted your head up as he put the collar on your neck and locked it in place, attaching the leash onto it. He cupped your face, admiring how you looked. He burrowed his face in the crook of your neck, sucking on a piece of your skin really hard, leaving a mark. You moaned feeling his teeth bite into your flesh - you loved when he marked you.

"You look so beautiful, kitten. But you know I'm not done with you yet."

You were waiting for his next move as he grabbed the handle of the leash, making you follow him to the bed.

Jon sat down on the edge, pulling you on top of him again, aligning his cock against your clit. You gasped feeling him grind against you - his free hand gripped against your side. You whined feeling his tip slowly push into you - your whines getting louder as he pushed his whole length into you.

"Daddy..." you whimpered, your legs feeling like jello.

"I know kitten." He groaned as he tightened his grip on your side. "You're doing so good baby."

You started to bounce on his cock, your arms around him and your foreheads touching. He loved the sight of you melting from riding him - he loved watching your eyes roll back. God, he loved when you did that.

"Good girl...fuck baby I can never get enough of you." He growled, shoving his face into your chest, kissing and biting on your breast. You moaned feeling his teeth all over your chest - he made sure to leave visible marks all over you, reminding everyone that you were his. His kitten. His pet.

"Mine" He chuckled, releasing his grip and wrapping his arm around you, thrusting roughly into you.

"Oh my God~" you whimpered "Please...keep going...right there!"

"You like that, kitten? Hm? Want daddy to make a mess out of you? Answer me, slut"

You cried, digging your nails into him.

"Answer me."

"Yes daddy! Make a mess out of me...make me your slut."

"Yes baby...you're my slut. No one else can have you. You're all mine."

His thrusts gotten faster, leaving you a moaning mess - your stomach began to tighten. You winced in pain everytime he left a harsh slap across your ass.

"More?" He cooed.

He laid back, letting go of his grip on the leash and wrapped his arms around your body, thrusting disgustingly fast and rough. You screamed into his neck, biting him hard.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum daddy. Please let me. Please" you begged, your stomach getting tighter.

"Cum for daddy, baby. Cum like the slut you are"

His approval made you scream as you came all over his cock, you felt your legs shake as he kept thrusting roughly into you.

"Fuck baby. You're such a good little slut..." he groaned, he was feeling himself get close.

"Oh fuck! Fuck...daddy...you feel so good daddy" you were sobbing from being overstimulated, feeling his tip hitting your spot as you started shaking.

"Fuck you're so cute, baby...I'm gonna cum in your pretty cunt. Are you ready?"

You nodded to his words - bouncing on his cock, fucking him back.

"Fuck...baby. I'm about to cum."

He groaned loud as he burst his seed into you, his cum leaking out of your pussy. You moaned as he held you tightly riding out his orgasm.

You stayed in his arms, holding him close to you.

"Come here baby"

You pressed your lips against his, leaving steamy kisses all over. You loved how gentle he was with you. He always took good care of you after having some rough sex. You felt his cock still throb in you he played with your hair.

"You did so good. Daddy's so proud of you." Jon praised, his hand stroking parts of your body. "Do you want to play some more later?"

"Yes daddy" you giggled. He smiled to your word and kissed you again.

"Let's get you fixed up before that. I'll treat you to some dinner and ice cream. I know you would like that." He offered.

"Of course, daddy! I would love that."

"Good." He chuckled leaving another kiss on your cheek.

"My kitten."

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

JON MOXLEY IS A LANA DEL REY STAN

So I was reading his book and he talks about he loves Lana and how his favourite album is ultraviolence

I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

MY TWO FAVOURITE THINGS, LANA AND MOX

[sultryfandoms]

Since wattpad is being a prat towards me today... I am working on a tiny blurb 😌🥵

Coming soon (like later)

[lov3rla03]

Soooo….i think I found the perfect name for these confessions. So now they will be called Daily Cumfessions. Basically you dirty little whores will spill your dirties of kinky fantasies to me and I will react to them. Remember this is very safe space, whether you want to be Anon. or let yourself be know just know that there will be no judgement here. And if I catch anyone judging anyone, you will be blocked and reported. You wanna be messy I can show you messy hefa. Try me!

S/o to my favorite little nymphs @miss-kuki-nz and @trippinsorrows for the name suggestion.

So, give your Daily Cumfessions😘😈

[mamirhodessxox]

Guys how do we feel about Dean Ambrose x Singer!OC for a oneshot?!?!

[daddyhausen]

Could I request Jon Moxley fucking reader’s breasts?

• tit-fucking headcannons — jon moxley •

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{ masterlists } | { aew masterlist } | { jon moxley masterlist }

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{ warnings } — 18 + { minors do not interact }, tit-fucking, male orgasm, cumshots, facials, daddy kink, free use

{ word count } — 483

{ pairing } — fem!reader x jon moxley

{ genre } — smut

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the locker room door burst open with a fury

one of which made the wood almost rip clean off its hinges as it slammed into the brick wall

you turned your head noticing your husband standing in the doorway

blood seeping from an open wound on his forehead

fresh and congealed crimson stained his skin

his chest heaving with shallow breaths 

skin glistening with sweat

anger evident upon his furrowed brows

the cowboy had bested him this time round

although you could sense jon’s self-loathing due to the loss

he kicked the door closed, locking it in the process 

all the while never averting his gaze from you

“tits out. now”

his demand was rather impatient 

already half naked due to his match, barely ridding himself of the bottom half of his gear

the blood-stained cargo pants sat halfway down his thighs as he sauntered towards your position on the couch 

he pushed out back onto the couch

trapping your between the soft, pillowy fabric and his beaten, exhausted body 

noticing the welts beginning to form around his ribs and stomach 

wanting to extend your hand to trace over them momentarily before refraining 

he did not wait for your chest to even be fully exposed

ripping the zipper clean off your jacket, only revealing the navy blue sports bra underneath 

using his middle and index finger, he pried the elastic away from your skin

slotting his cock between your skin and the material 

his cock nestled in the valley of your breasts 

entombed by supple mounds of flesh 

his grunts and groans entranced you, leaving a pool of wetness between your thighs 

jon’s hands held your shoulders still

fingers tightened their grip around the straps of your sports bra 

until the knuckles turned bone white

you pushed your breasts together with your elbows for added friction 

that and the action made rather accentuated them

making your breasts rounder, more pronounced 

“feel good, daddy?” 

you questioned with an innocent bat of your long eyelashes

“fuck yes, doll…” his reply was short in turn, yet you knew he was genuine 

“open your mouth..wanna cum in it” 

his demand was met with quick obedience on your part

opening your mouth,

tongue sticking out slightly

graciously awaiting his seed

he let a drawn out moan spill from his lips, 

slowing his pace down yet heightening the force of his thrusts as he came

hot spurts of cum stained your cheeks

dripping down your chin and neck until residing into the pillowy cavern between your breasts 

“feeling better?” you inquired , freeing his cock from between your breasts, slowly jerking him off in the process

“yeah…” he gave a small nod in acknowledgement 

“i’d feel even better if i was buried in that cunt of yours”

your eyes glimmered with another burst of arousal, 

the swell of wetness in your panties dampened 

“well, what are you waiting for?”

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