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fic: like a rhinestone cowboy
title: like a rhinestone cowboy author: lucy rating: explicit fandom: wrestling pairing: jon moxley/hangman adam page tags: alternate universe - rodeo, trans male character, Everyone Is Trans, rope bondage, fingerfucking, cunnilingus, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, smoking word count: 5,620 summary: the clowns are being assholes again. author’s note: [mashing indie scumbag mox and bullet club hangman together like barbie dolls as i get them in the sights of my transgenderification beam] hi, this is mostly porn. but it’s got, like, depth, or something. “You’ve seen my scars,” Mox says. It’s not a question. Mox has had to wring his shirt out in the sink and walk around topless too often for Page not to have seen them. “Uh-huh,” Page says. He just looks mildly amused, not surprised, or too curious, or too weirdly into it, like Mox has had happen before. “So nobody’s walkin’ into anything they don’t already know about,” Mox says, eyes narrowed at Page. “Nobody’s gonna be a fuckin’ freak about anything.” “I’ll do you one better,” Page says as he pushes the key into the lock. He leaves it there, his hand going to the hem of his shirt. Mox is lost and pissed about it until Page lifts his shirt, revealing the smooth skin of his ribs and stomach, followed by—the exact same scars Mox has. Page’s are slightly different, of course—his curve more, sloping gently underneath his pec muscles and disappearing up into his armpit. But they’re the same as Mox’s: a visible sign he’s been through the Tit Shredder 9000, as Mox calls it. “Huh,” Mox says absently. Page puts his shirt down and raises his eyebrows. “So nobody’s walkin’ into anything they don’t already know about,” Page says, and he tips Mox a wink. nice guys get washed away like the snow and the rain
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I’d love to see Mox walk out like this accompanied by Regal’s best impression of a witch 🎃
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I cannot believe I never reblogged this, maybe cause I initially flatlined when I saw this absolute preciousness...omggg 
I can’t get over how fucking ADORABLE your drawing is...specifically Mox’s posture in the green crop top...he looks like such a sassy diva I lvu him so much 😩😩😩
Crop top Mox is a beauty, a gift...and your drawing is madness pure raw fucking madness its so damn cuteeeeeeeeeee
thank you thank you thank you
I am so full of love right now ahhhhh  
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Midriff Bby 😽
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Remember when Mox looked like someone's mom back in her college days before she settled down and drove a minivan
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THIS IS MY FAVORIT3 MOX PICTURE. THIS HOUSE? I FEEL LIKE I GREW UP IN THAT HOUSE. THERES A FLYER FOR SEX ON THE WALL VEHIND HIM ON THE LEFT. HE HAS A MOUTH FULL PF CINNAMON & HE IS NOT VIBING WITH IT. HE ALSO HAS A LITTLE SUNBURN ON HIS LITTLE CHEEKS. HE IS SO LITTLE I WANNA CRY. LOOK AT HOW TINY HIS ARMS ARE???
that is everyone's mom at her college sorority hazing & she regrets it but she'll have stories to tell the babies in the minivan. don't make me write wild college single mom mox slap why
needed this image today thank you
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Yes plss?
just thinkin...thinkin thoughts....thinkin thoughts abt eddie taking care of mox post-deathmatch
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Grease Spot
rating: mildly explicit
pairing: CM Punk/Jon Moxley (Dean Ambrose)
word count: 1545
warnings: trading sex for goods, kind of underage drinking & smoking, making sexual advances towards a person at their job
author’s notes: one day i jokingly sent an ask to @cmpxnk & it gave me a very specific idea. walked right into my own trap? anyways this ones for matt :D
summary: working over nights at a gas station can get extremely boring, Punk can attest to that. then sometimes people like Mox wonder in just before the cut off for selling beer wearing the same t-shirt. (aka cm punk gas station attendant au)
It was nearly two in the morning so of course the gas station was dead. Completely dead. The bright fluorescent lights bounced off the cooler doors and shiny floors making it look like it was glowing eerily inside the store. Everything hummed with the electric life of different machines. There wasn't even anyone at the pumps. Everything that could be done was done and Punk was bored out of his fucking mind.
The overnight shift was supposed to be midnight to 6am but Punk had picked up the last few hours of the shift before him. He had been there since 9pm already. The earlier steady stream of customers left Punk in a sour mood but now the two hour stretch of nothing had him stir crazy. There was no winning.
The cheap, flimsy gas station pizza was on the heating racks already so Punk grabbed a slice as he walked around the store as something to do. Punk's own music was blaring behind the counter, screaming unintelligible lyrics at the otherwise quiet setting. The door suddenly opened causing Punk to jump a little. The pizza sauce dripped onto his D.A.R.E. t-shirt.
“God damn it.” Punk looked up in time to see a young man bounce around the store. “Hey.” He said half heartedly as a greeting over the music. 
“Hey!” The guy shouted back, turning to look in the direction Punk’s voice came from with a big grin. 
“Huh.” Punk blinked a few times before walking back around the counter.
For some reason he turned the music down as he watched the guy head into the closed cooler with the beer. Punk fumbled for some napkins to wipe the sauce off his t-shirt but somehow managed to just get it on his already dirty, dark jeans. The cooler opened up again, the guy walked out and came over to the counter dropping a case of beer. 
“A pack of Newports?” The guy asked as he lifted the Bengals hat off his head to push the greasy brownish-blonde hair plastered to his forehead under the hat.
“Dude, you look underage. Let me see an ID.” Punk leaned on the counter and made eye contact. The dude had extremely beautiful blue eyes, not that he was noticing that or anything.
“Of course.” The guy handed over a driver’s license with a smug, little smile on his face that matched the one in the photo. “I gotta babyface. I know how old I look.”
“Yeah.” Punk glanced between the ID and the guy, DEAN, apparently. “Fine.” Punk shrugged as he scanned the ID and it went through. He was pretty sure it was fake though. “Lucky you. It worked, Dean.”
“Thanks. Nice shirt by the way.” Dean took the card back and tucked it into the ripped, baggy jeans just barely on his thin hips before gesturing to his own t-shirt. D.A.R.E. to resist drugs and violence. “But I do have a bit of a problem.” 
“Uh. Thanks?” Punk frowned at the compliment, thrown off by the guy buying drugs and alcohol in a D.A.R.E. shirt. “A problem?” Punk blinked at the younger guy. 
“Yeah. See, I only got ten bucks.” Dean explained with an innocent shrug. 
“If you only got ten bucks maybe you shouldn’t be spending it on cigarettes and beer?” Punk raised his eyebrow, he could always feel his piercing move when he did that. 
“Nah. Gotta get the staples. Cigarettes and beer.” Dean leaned forward on the counter, a big goofy grin on his face. A thick silver chain peaked out from under the black t-shirt. “You’ve got cool piercings.”
“Thanks?” Punk again was a little caught off guard by the guy’s vibe. He couldn’t figure out what was going on. Was this guy about to rob Punk over some beer and a pack of cigarettes?
“And really pretty eyes.” Dean winked. He was already holding the pack of cigarettes Punk had put on the counter. “Anyways,” Dean started smacking the package against his palm. “I’ll give ya the ten, and suck your dick if you give me this shit.”
“The fuck?” Punk leaned back with a confused look on his face.
“I’ll give you the ten bucks and a blowjob for the beer and cigarettes?” Dean repeated like maybe he had said something else to Punk just moments before. 
“I’m--” Punk blinked at Dean then shook his head. “You can’t just say shit like that.”
“Why not?” Dean shrugged, very clearly not caring.
“‘Cause you say that shit to the wrong guy around here and you’ll get your ass beat.” Punk grunted. Honestly he was just stalling because, and he couldn’t believe it, he was considering it.
“I just call that foreplay.” Dean smirked. “C’mon. I’m good. I promise. Here-” Punk couldn’t believe it. The guy pulled out his phone to show him fucking TEXT MESSAGES. 
A text field from someone named ‘Big Cock Claud’ was highlighted. It said, I think you give the best head I’ve ever gotten. Then Dean scrolled to another message. This time from someone named Bitch Ass Seth (don’t answer), let me get the best head in town, baby? And as Dean scrolled onto another (this next one from Daddy Kingston that started with something about choking on his cock) Punk held up his hands in defeat.
“You come with dick sucking references?” Punk shook his head. “It’s not a job interview.”
“You didn't even see the one Bryan sent. There’s no cameras in the walk-in.” Dean pointed out.
“...Fuck. Yeah. Okay, go back in there and I’ll be--” Punk was looking for a sharpie and paper. “A second.”
“Cool.” Dean nodded and started walking back towards the cooler.
Punk was distracted watching him walk away but eventually found what he needed. Quickly he taped a sign to the door, GONE FOR BREAK (BACK IN TEN), and locked the doors before heading towards the cooler. Punk smoothed his sweaty palms against his shirt before he stepped inside.
“Hey.” Dean said with a little smile, this time more shy, as he stepped right up to Punk.
“Hi.” Punk mumbled as he was guided to the beer stacked up into a flat surface at chair height.
“Just sit back, and relax.” Dean dropped onto his knees on the hard floor without much thought or any prompting.
One of the guy’s hands came up to start undoing Punk’s pants while the other hand pushed his legs aside so Dean could slide between. Carefully Dean pushed up his shirt and undid his pants, pulling the material of his boxers aside so he could get to Punk.
It was…weird. Punk couldn't figure out why he felt such nervous energy. He had sex a lot, anonymous blowjobs weren’t uncommon. But the guy just…took Punk to another place. So charming and out of step. Greasy too if the hair at the back of Dean’s head was anything to go by.
Dean started easy and light. A nice, gradual pace. But damn was it good. Dean was good. The reviews weren't wrong and Punk wondered if he was going to end up being one of Dean's reviews he showed people. Punk groaned and eventually had to reach down to hold onto Dean. The cap was knocked to the floor and Punk got his fingers into the mess of hair on top of Dean’s head. 
“Oh, fuck, Dean.” Punk gasped, his hips bucking into the soft, warm mouth. Skilled flicks of the tongue sent shockwaves through Punk’s body. The guy was skilled. “You’re fuckin’ good at this.” 
Punk couldn’t catch his breath. His heart hammered in his chest as Dean took him all the way down and then all the way back to suck on his head. It was incredible. Punk felt his legs starting to shake, and knew he was close. Very close.
“Damn. Gonna cum--” Punk warned and tugged at the hair in his fingers. 
Instead of pulling off Dean leaned all the way down and sucked harder until Punk came with a harsh cry. His hips flexed forward and Dean sucked it all down. Punk’s breathing came out harder as he watched Dean sit back on his heels with a pleased smile and licking his lips. It was obscene. 
“That was awesome.” Dean said like he had just been the one to get his dick sucked.
“Yeah…Yeah. Tell me about it.” Punk started to get himself back in order, tucking himself away. “You’re good at that.”
“Thanks. You said so before.” Dean winked and helped him off the edge of beer cases. “And thanks for the beer and cigarettes.”
“Oh fuck. Don’t fuckin’ remind me.” Punk grunted as they walked back out of the cooler and towards the registers. 
“I’ll see ya around.” Dean smiled big at Punk again as he gathered his stuff. All teeth and apple cheeks. 
“Hey. Wait,” Punk sighed. “How old are you?”
“Don’t worry, Punk” Dean’s smile turned into a smirk as he read the horribly written name tag. “I’m nineteen. Everyone calls me Mox.”
“Okay, Mox.” Punk nodded as he watched Mox leave the store, already cracking a beer open and lighting a cigarette.
It took a few minutes but Punk remembered to take the on break sign down.
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A Promise of More
Pairing: HangMox, Hangman Adam Page/Jon Moxley
Warnings/Tags: smut, explicit sex, canon-typical violence, blood, crying, anal sex, humiliation, orgasm denial, dom/sub, swearing, self-hatred
Words: 3.1k
Summary: Moxley and Hangman have a title match. Hangman doesn’t win, so he finds another way to beat Moxley.
Author Notes: This is the most fun I’ve had in ages. I forgot how much I love writing action sequences and angsty brooding men with self-hating inner monologues
@llzehs bc I promised I’d tag u <3
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Stray
Pairing: HangMox, Hangman Adam Page/Jon Moxley
Warnings/Tags: implied domestic violence, non-canon typical violence, homophobia, being followed, explicit sex, hand jobs, blow jobs, anal sex, public sex, swearing, lmk if I missed any
Words: 5.7k
Summary: Adam is a single dad who waitresses at a diner at night. Mox is the grizzled, mysterious stranger who eats there in the early hours of the morning. Can Adam break through Mox’s tough exterior and wife him?
Author Notes: Soft Bottom Touch Starved Mox Soft Bottom Touch Starved Mox Soft Bottom Touch Star-
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Prick
Author Notes: HangMox brainrot HangMox brainrot HangMox brainrot
Pairing: Hangman Adam Page/Jon Moxley
Warnings/Tags: explicit sex, anal, swearing, fingering, rimming, basically all the good stuff
Words: 2k
Complete: Yes
Summary: HangMox smut but make it angsty
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So Mox vs Effy was inspiring, but what was more inspiring was that pic of Seth watching from backstage. I know I’m a little too late, but I couldn’t pass the idea to write a little something based on that.
Old Flame
Seth Rollins/Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley
Summary - Jon maybe Mox nowadays, but the brat in him is well and alive.
Aftermath of Effy vs Mox from GCW. Friendship feels. Past Relationship. Dom/Sub undertones. Rough Play. Implied Sexual Content. Hook-Up.
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“Hey Brock, kiss my ass. I told you I’m indestructible, and you’re gonna find that out the hard way.”
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ok ok ok but just troubled stray dean in bad with evil daddy regal gets rescued from the bad relationship by manipulative bryan who is like "i went through it with regal too" to get into moxs good graces. mox falls for bryan but turns out he's just as bad as regal. ANYWAYS how's the weather? you sleep okay?
what the fuck what the FUCK hey ranger WHAT THE FUCK
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llzehs · 2 years
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Listen, I cannot tell you how close I got to actually writing this. Specially when I saw that glorious art piece (which sadly was deleted for some reason)
Single mom Mox is an idea I didn’t know I needed until you put this out there. So thank you. Thank you very much.
someone compared mox to a single mom who works two jobs and im losing my fucking mind imagining mox as one of those archetypal single mom waitresses, yknow w/ the retro uniform + the little apron, who works at a cheap diner and takes down orders in a notebook. shota and yuta are his latchkey kids and shota's in charge after school cuz he's older. eddie's a regular at the diner and always gets mox and always tips well
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possessive Bryan reclaiming a secretly messy Mox who just wanna get roughly railed...
Good. Glorious. Astoninishing.
Okay but Bryan saying to Moxley last night “You think I forgot what you did during the match? After everything you are still thinking about him. You are still thinking about Seth. But don’t worry, champ, tonight I’ll make you forget about him and about everything”.
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jon moxley is a twink in a bear costume. ill say it louder. im right lmao
You are SO right. Beneath the beard and the tummy fuzz there is still that tiny waist and he simply can't escape the allegations.
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