#goodgollymissmoxley

[thefreakymunson]

When Moxley asked Darby to teach him how to skate, he never thought it would be such a helpless cause. He had figured that with Moxley's incredible athletisism, that he would catch on easily. However, that was the complete opposite of the truth. They had spent many days off, piddling around at a skatepark, getting Moxley accustomed to just stepping on and off of a skateboard. They started slow, Darby on a skateboard alongside of Moxley, his hands protectively on his hips, as he taught Jon the simple basics of how to get moving.

Moxley fell three times on solid  ground that day and Darby knew then he would have his work cut out for him. It was only when Moxley had followed him to the local skate park almost a week later, and seen the tall ramp that Darby was trying to master, did he get a wild hair up his ass and point up to it, stating to Darby, "I wanna ride that thing."

"Are you kidding me? Even I can't land that one right." Darby looked up at the 14-foot drop in, "You will more than likely hurt yourself tryin that out so sudden."

"Well," Moxley held the bag of protective gear up and smirked, "That's what this stuff is for, yes?"

Darby huffed and shook his head in disbelief as he watched Moxley walk ahead of him. Darby knew they would end up at the hospital before the day was over with. He was lucky that Jon knew how to take a fall, but it still scared him to see Moxley take such dangerous risks. He always had the "Anything you can do, I can do" mentality, and that's what Darby loved about him. However, this was a dangerous thing. And he could only hope he didn't just sign Moxley's death certificate by agreeing to teach him how to skate.

"Lets start out on a smaller one, yeah?" Darby tried to ease his attention away from the 14 foot drop in, "I need to get warmed up, too."

Moxley nodded, sitting on the side as he strapped himself into the knee and elbow pads. Darby bit back a smile as he watched him get geared up. The knee and elbow pads looked awkward on his lean body but Darby knew better than to just jump on a board with no protective gear. He learned that lesson wellafter cracking his elbow open a few years ago.

Darby watched as Moxley carried his skateboard closer to him and climb up the top of the ramp beside of him. They skated, taking their time to warm up. It had been a few days for the both of them, but it felt good to get out of the hotel room. They enjoyed the cool air as they zipped around the skate park. Darby kept noticing Jon eyeing the tall drop in and seen the uneasiness on his face everytime he looked at it.

"You know," Darby panted as he looked over at Jon as they rested, "You don't have to do the drop in. There's no one here but me, and even I'm not going to do it today."

"Good," Jon laughed softly, "Cause just looking at it scared the shit out of me."

[littlemisshardcorre]

Playlist Tag

Rules: We’re snooping on your playlist. Put your entire 🎶 library on shuffle and list the first ten songs, then choose ten victims.

I was tagged by @welcometothemeatshack

1) How Far I’ll Go - Moana

2) Woman Like Me - Little Mix

3) Solo - Demi Lavato

4) The Resistance - Skillet

5) Radio - Busted

6) Last If The Real Ones - Fallout Boy

7) Black Soul - Shinedown

8) Wannabe - Spice Girls

9) Shallow - A Star Is Born

10) The Greatest Show - Panic! At The Disco

I challenge (it’s so hard to think of 10 people so these are totally at random based on who I’m following!) @captainbigdickambrose @chris-sales-belly-ring @perversionsofjustice @deadleavesdesperatesummers @apsouthern @a-mediocre-at-best-gatsby @blissfullycat @goodgollymissmoxley @jimdrugfree

[musicismylife120191]

@goodgollymissmoxley Which person were you talking about in that supernatural gifset???

[thefreakymunson]

Darby never considered himself to be clingy in past relationships. He often times started arguments with how much time he wanted to be my himself. The company normally left him stressed out and drained. That was until he met who he considered to be his soul mate - Jon Moxley.

Mox wasn't someone he had ever considered to be attractive. On the appearance scale, he was a regular joe. He had no drastic tattoos, his red hair and beard was the opposite of dark, and his style was...different. However, Darby had never had a connection like he had with Moxley. Mox was his other half. And Darby found himself craving Jon lately. Not in a sexual way, just a touch and intimacy kind of way. He wanted to be around Moxley at all times. He was...clingy.

His main delimma was that when he felt the neediest, Moxley was always busy with media or interviews, training, rehearsing...you name it, Jon had his fingers in it. The more he piled on his plate, the less Darby got to see of him. He was proud, and happy, for his boyfriend but the time apart was killing him deep down. The facetimes throughout the day wasn't enough. No, Darby needed to feel him. He wanted to touch his face and feel Moxley's arms around him. He wanted to lay beside of Moxley and just stare at that marvelous man in front of him.

Darby had fallen asleep when the door to their motel room opened. Moxley quietly let himself in, closing the door gently behind him when he seen Darby asleep in the middle of the bed, his left arm tucked behind his head as the sheet laid desultorily over his lower half. The room was dark, and the light from the parking lot light was casting a shadow from behind the curtains across his legs.

Jon smirked to himself, knowing he would be covered in hugs and kisses right now if Darby had been able to stay awake until he got back. He tore his shirt off of his body and dropped his jeans once his shoes were kicked off and moved to climb in bed beside of his little prince of darkness.

The movement on the mattress woke Darby up and he looked over to see Jon's face staring at him lovingly. He felt those butterflies in his stomach, and he leaned up and kissed Moxley's lips, smushing his face against his.

"You're back," Darby mumbled through rushed kisses, wrapping both arms around Moxley's neck, pulling him down against him.

"Yes, I am." Moxley chuckled, "Did you miss me or something?"

"So fuckin' bad," Darby whispered, watching as Moxley sat down beside of him on the bed, "Like really bad...I feel like I haven't seen you much at all these past few days, ya know?"

Jon tangled his fingers with Darby's, looking over the chipped black fingernail polish, before he brought his hand up to his mouth and pressed a kiss against the back of his hand. Darby leaned back against the headboard, watching as Moxley got under the covers as well, getting comfortable.

Once Moxley was settled, he laid his head down on his smooth chest and closed his eyes, feeling Moxley's short nails gently scratching lines up and down his back as he rubbed over his sore muscles.

"I have some good news," Moxley mumbled.

"What's that?"

"I am free all day tomorrow." Moxley smirked.

Darby's eyes widened in the dark room and he grinned, looking up at Moxley, "And that means...?"

"I'm all yours," Moxley chuckled, "But you are not getting me on a fuckin' skateboard..."

[littlemisshardcorre]

goodgollymissmoxley replied to your post:I still don’t understand why the “anti-diva” is...

….I’m trying so hard not to respond with what I want to respond with because it’ll just make it perverted…

*looking around suspiciously*

But I like perverted....

[musicismylife120191]

@goodgollymissmoxley There is a fucking epic(at least I thought it was) on that sixpencce blog called “Don’t Blink” and it really fucked me up. It was super creepy.I’m not sure if you’ve read it or not.

[lancetuckershairgel]

Hiiiiiiiiiii! Are you okay?

Hiii 

Yup just super busy with s lot of stuff the girls have going on this weekend and with the move. I wrote you back a minute ago :) 

[thefreakymunson]

"You have a collect call from an inmate at Davidson County Jail, press one to accept the call"

That's why Roman was on his way to the local jail. He knew exactly who it was for. He knew exactly what had happened. However, this wasn't how he wanted to start his day. The one weekend that AEW & WWE's layovers overlapped in the same city. It was only two days the couple had together in months, and this was how they were gonna spend it, by bailing Jon out of jail.

Roman waited patiently in the lobby as they processed Jon's paperwork. He had been arrested for fighting at the local bar, but Roman knew he wasn't drunk. He was just angry at anyone and everything lately. He wasn't sure what was going on in his mind, but they needed to have a talk. Roman had been pushing it off for the longest time now, but this talk needed to happen now, before Jon completely self destructed. He loved the man too much to watch him destroy his image and reputation.

Jon walked out with his belongings in a paper bag and looked over at Roman expectantly, "So...you gonna cuss me out now or at the hotel?"

"I'm not going to cuss you anywhere." Roman sighed as he stood up and walked over to him, "Are you okay?"

"What the fuck do you think?" Moxley spat as he walked past him, rubbing his swollen  bottom lip.

Roman sighed and followed him, watching him walk. He wasn't sure who Jon had fought, and if they should get medical attention, but he decided against it. Moxley would've bitched about being in the hospital anyway.

The ride back to the room was silent. The air between the two was thick with tension and neither knew what to say first, so they didn't speak until they were tucked away in the hotel room. Jon was sitting on the edge of the bed taking his shoes off when Roman cleared his throat and tied his hair back in a low bun, "We need to talk."

"I know, I know." Jon sighed, "I'm a horrible person. I shouldn't have gotten into a fight. Forgive me father, for I have sinned."

"What is your problem?" Roman shook his head in disbelief, "Why are you turning out to be like this? This isn't the man I fell in love with."

"You want to know why? Really?" Moxley looked over at him, "Because I fuckin' miss you, okay? I miss seeing you every day. I miss sleeping beside of you every night. I'm alone when I'm on the road now."

"You're the one who left. Not me." Roman shoved his hands in his coat pocket, "You don't get to take the consequences of your actions out on me, because I almost begged you to stay. I understand why you left. Hell, I wanted better for you too. But none of this is my fault. I miss you just as much, Mox. But goddamn, you are treating me like I'm the worst thing in your life. Am I holding you back? Do you need a break from me?"

"All I get is a fucking break from you!" Moxley shouted, "I know we have different schedules. I know you can't just leave town at the drop of a hat whenever I ask. But fuck...you could at least meet me in the middle somewhere. I tried for so long to make this work between us. And now I just feel like some...duty to you."

Roman's face softened as he looked over at Moxley. He knew their communication skills had been lacking. Neither of them liked talking about their feelings truthfully. It was a hard thing to talk about. There had been a monumentious strain put on their relationship. Distance was a hard thing to overcome when you're used to being right beside your lover for almost six years straight and suddenly they aren't there.

"Jon, I love you. I'm still in love with you and that will never change." Roman sighed and walked over and stood in front of him, "I never meant to make you feel that way. I never wanted this for us. I hate you feel like you can't talk to me about these things, and I wish we could communicate our feelings better than what we have been. It's not fair for you to feel that way."

Jon sighed and leaned forward, resting his head on Roman's chest. He closed his eyes and willed the tears away. He didn't want to cry. Hell, he didn't want to argue anymore. He just wanted to feel like Roman wasn't slipping through his fingers.

Roman tilted Jon's head back and bent down, kissing his lips sweetly, placing his large hands on either side of his face, his tongue sweeping out against Jon's lips, which instantly parted. With a moan, Roman's tongue battled with his own for a second, before Jon felt himself being moved backwards on the bed.

Their clothes were removed quickly, leaving Jon naked underneath Roman, but he wasn't complaining. He blinked his eyes up at the ceiling as he felt Ro's warm lips pressing wet kisses down his chest, his tongue leaving tiny trails as he made his way futher down. Jon's pulse started pounding as Roman got closer and closer to his cock, but Roman moved further down, kissing the insides of his thighs and down as far as his ankles. Jon knew what he was doing. He was trying to convey how much he truly did love him.

Roman  reached over and grabbed a small bottle of lube that he had purchased two days before coming into town in hopes it would be needed. He generously coated two fingers, and leaned forward, kissing Jon's lips as he sunk his two fingers deep inside of him. Jon sighed into the kiss, feeling Ro's fingers inside of him, stretching him open. This was all he had been craving for weeks now.

With a few seconds, Roman knew he was ready. He coated his own cock, and then drizzled a small line up the center of Moxley's hard cock as well. He slid inside of him easily, causing them both to moan. Moxleys legs rested ontop of his thighs as he languidly slid in and out of him, making small movements to give Jon time to readjust.

Before too much longer, Moxleys legs were clenched tight around Romans waist as he pounded into him, and Ro's face was buried in Jon's neck. They were a sweaty heap of sex as Roman pushed further and further inside of him, feeling Jon's cock pulse harder in his palm as he jerked him off in unison of his thrusts.

Jon came first, his cum slicking both of their chests up as Roman fucked him through his orgasm, but he wasn't far behind. He buried his face in Jon's neck, muffling his moans as he filled his ass with his cum. He pinned Jon to the bed underneath his weight, hearing how fast Jon's heart was beating against his ear. He loved this man underneath him more than words or actions could ever describe.

"I'm sorry I've been such a jerk," Jon whispered, "I just...felt like I was losing you."

"I'm not going anywhere, baby boy." Roman mumbled as he kissed him, "You're not getting rid of me that easily."

“I love you, Ro.” Jon said as he stroked his long black hair, “I’ve just missed you.”

“I missed you, too. But we knew what it was going to be like...we knew to expect this. Just don’t ever think that I don’t love you or don’t want to see you, because I do.” Roman rubbed his chest and looked over his face, “I love you...to the moon and back.”

[lancetuckershairgel]

Today on "how trashy can max and hannah be"....

[she-is-a-saucey]

goodgolly-missmoxley

Lips.