yeah i couldn’t find many references to this previous hangman playlist but it apparently existed! it’s haunting me tbh
i’m sorry! if it existed, it was before i knew he was on spotify. i only started paying attention in 2020 because he publicized the anxious millennial cowboy playlist to connect with the fans while he was at home. i wish i could be of more help but him deleting his twitter and either hiding his playlists on spotify or deleting it altogether certainly doesn’t help. i hope you find the information you’re looking for, and if you make any discoveries obviously PLEASE pass them along 🩵🩵
It's an ugly sweater party at AEW, and Adam gets a glimpse at Mox's sweater. Which is definitely making fun of him.
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Thanks love! Seven is FUCKBOY by REVENGEOFPARIS. So. Here we go! Also, I combined this with December prompt challenge day 17 "ugly sweaters". True chaos moments. Title from the above song.
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Adam’s jaw drops as he sees Mox swagger in. He knows exactly what he’s doing in that shirt, and Adam can’t decide if he wants to fuck him or kill him for it.
He looks down at his own ugly sweater. While the cows were cute, maybe he should have gone with the “it’s not gonna lick itself” candy cane sweater.
He spends the Christmas party fuming, flicking his eyes over to where Mox is laughing and joking with Yuta and Bryan. They can’t possibly know.
“What is wrong with you?” Nick hisses. “You’re acting like you’re about to kill somebody.” He follows Adam’s eyeline before Adam can look away. “Oh, for the love of god. Him again?”
“I – again?” Adam asks.
“Yeah,” Nick says, eying him. “You forget that months long feud you two had?”
“Feud,” Adam says, relaxing. “Right. Yeah, that.”
Nick rolls his eyes. “Jesus. If you two start getting obsessed with each other again, I can’t promise I won’t make fun of you about it.”
Adam snorts. “Sure. Okay.”
He doesn’t mention that he and Mox have been doing stupid shit behind the scenes for almost a year now.
“I don’t want to know what that expression is for,” Nick mutters.
“Okay, you can’t say shit with the way you and Claudio keep looking at each other.”
Nick’s eyes widen. “How did you – what?!”
Adam laughs. “Really? Shit. I was joking.” He claps Nick on the shoulder. “Go get yours, buddy.”
Nick is spluttering after him as Adam makes his way to the snack table, an eye on the cheese platter. He’s about to grab a plate when somebody yanks at a belt loop.
He turns around to find the perpetrator swaggering away. He can only be sure it was Mox who yanked him by the middle finger pointed toward him.
“Asshole,” Adam grumbles. He looks around quickly – Matt’s mid-conversation with Nyla, Nick’s god knows where, and Kenny’s making out with Kota in the corner. He’s in the clear.
Adam follows Mox out into the hallway and looks around briefly, only to feel a hand on his arm yank him into a room.
“What the –”
Mox kisses him without another word, hands up and under his sweater, and Adam falls against the wall. He kicks out to make sure the door closes behind them. He moans, just a little bit, when he feels Mox’s nails dig into his skin.
Mox pulls back and laughs. “Eager.”
“You’re the one who yanked me into a,” he looks beyond Mox’s shoulder, “conference room to fuck.”
Mox shrugs. “I mean, I could rail you on the desk, but I don’t think we have the time. Or the lube.”
Adam curses the lack of decent sized pockets in these jeans. “Nope.”
Mox sighs. “Guess I’ll just have to give you my big package another time.”
Adam groans. “Fuck off. I can’t believe,” he says, shoving Mox against the wall, “you’re making fun of my bad dirty talk using an ugly Christmas sweater.” He drops to his knees and undoes Mox’s belt. “You fucking douche.”
Mox laughs, pulling his hips off the wall to help Adam get his jeans down. Adam doesn’t even bother taking them off. He just pulls Mox’s dick out of his boxers, already hard. “You don’t seem to be complaining.” He looks down at Adam, blue eyes sparkling. “You ready for my big package?”
“I’m gonna bite your dick off,” Adam grumbles, but he sinks his mouth around Mox’s cock and covers his teeth with his lips. He expects Mox to shut up, at least for a second, but he keeps talking.
“It’s not your fault your dirty talk was terrible,” Mox muses. “I knew what you were trying to do. The execution just sucked.”
Adam pulls back. “Not the only thing that sucks.”
Mox rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I know.” He slides his fingers into Adam’s hair and pulls him back down onto his dick and Adam sucks it between his lips greedily. Mox keeps teasing him as Adam bobs on his dick, the fingers in his hair guiding more than pulling, but it’s still great. Adam’s hard against the zipper of his jeans and he slides a hand down to press at it, just a bit.
“Yeah?” Mox says, and he’s finally sounding a little breathless. “You like my package?”
Adam pulls off and glares. “Stop making fun of me or I won’t let you fuck me again.”
Mox juts his lower lip out, so mocking Adam wants to kick him. “Aw, really?”
“Yes.”
“Doubt it.”
Adam stands up and shoves two fingers in Mox’s mouth, who sucks hungrily. “You’re fucking impossible,” Adam grumbles, shoving his jeans down with his free hand. He gets his dick out and sighs. “Get ‘em wetter.”
“Yessir,” Mox says, garbled around Adam’s fingers. When he seems more focused on being annoying, Adam yanks his fingers out and spits in his hand. Mox makes a weird noise.
“What?” Adam asks, wrapping his hand around both their cocks. “You were taking too long.”
Mox groans as Adam starts to stroke. “Fuck, Cowboy,” he mutters, bucking up into Adam’s grip. Adam’s embarrassingly close from almost no touching, and he hates it.
“Desperate for it, aren’t you,” Adam says, stroking faster. “Little fuck boy, looking to get his dick wet from anybody.”
Mox exhales hard, an iron grip on Adam’s bicep. “Jesus fucking Christ,” he pants. “Where was this dirty talk last week?” His eyes flutter closed.
“Yeah?” Adam asks. “Not makin’ fun me of me now, are you?”
“No,” Mox chokes out. “Fuck, Adam, I’m gonna –”
“Come all over that sweater,” Adam growls. “Show everybody how much you like my package.”
“Alright, fine, your dirty talk is good,” Mox moans, but there’s a laugh behind it, and he comes all over the shirt and Adam’s dick. He slaps Adam’s hand away and curls a hand around Adam’s dick, stroking furiously. Mox’s come makes the glide incredible, and Adam has the wherewithal to tilt his hips just enough that he comes on Mox’s sweater, not his own. Whatever he says is a little too close to Mox’s name for his liking, so he cuts it off with a, “Fuck me,” as he tries to get his breathing back under control.
Mox grins. “Thought I just did.” He looks down at his sweater and frowns. “Sure fuckin’ looks like it.”
Adam steps back and tucks himself back into his jeans, adjusting his waistband. “Yeah. Good luck going out there without somebody asking questions.” He winks. “You got a shirt under that?”
Mox glares and carefully pulls the sweater off over his head. “Yeah.”
Adam takes a second to read it. “Oh, I hate you.”
“What?” Mox asks, stretching the shirt out. “I figured it was too much, which is why I got the other one.”
“That’s not the problem!” Adam says. “I almost bought that one, but the cows were cute.” He looks down. “I feel like maybe I should have leaned in to the sex jokes, though.”
Mox shrugs. “Maybe. I gotta find a place to throw this thing away now.” He frowns. “Fifty bucks down the drain.”
“You spent fifty bucks on that?!” Adam exclaims as he adjusts his belt and jeans. “Jesus.”
“I had to rush ship it,” Mox says. He walks out of the room so casually, hips forward, and Adam hates how good it looks. “Was gonna wear just the shirt, but then you tried to dirty talk and sucked at it last week.” He throws a grin over his shoulder. “Couldn’t resist.”
“Mox –”
Before he can properly warn him, Mox collides with Nick.
“Why’s your hair messed up?” Adam asks before Nick can ask what he’s doing.
“Why’s your hair messed up?” Nick retorts. He frantically throws his hair into a bun, but, unlike with Adam’s curly hair, it’s incredibly obvious that the bun is a mess. “Why are you with him?” Nick’s eyes narrow. “Oh, no. He doesn’t have his sweater on.”
“Took it off,” Mox says, balling it up tighter. “It’s hot in here.”
“Is not,” Nick says.
“Nicholas,” Claudio says. “I – oh, hello, Jon.”
Mox looks back at Adam then back at Claudio.
“Okay,” Adam says. “What if – hear me out – this moment never happened, and we all go back to the party blissfully unaware of each other’s sexual exploits?”
“Don’t tell Matt,” Nick says. “That’s all I ask.”
Adam snorts. “Yeah. Ditto. We agreed?”
“Agreed.”
Nick looks over at Mox. “Your shirt is stupid.”
“So’s your face.”
Nick glances at Adam over Mox’s shoulder. “Seriously? Him?”
Adam shrugs. “He’s good in bed. What can I say.”
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Mini Playlist:
Merry Christmas, Kiss My Ass - All Time Low
All I Want for Christmas Is You - Bowling for Soup
think later - Tate McRae
FUCKBOY - REVENGEOFPARIS
Mox is wearing this ugly sweater, this ugly shirt, and Adam is wearing this one.
"You pinned me!" Isiah shoves Danny into the wall. "What the fuck, dude?!"
Danny grins at him, looking Zay up and down as he hits the wall. "Took my opportunity." He settles his hands on Zay's hips. "You really mad at me for that?"
"I am," Isiah grumbles, but he slots a leg in between Danny's thighs anyway. Predictable.
"Maybe you should take it out on me," Danny says, grinding down on Zay's thigh to show him how much the match got him going. "Maybe you could pin me to the wall, have your way with me."
Isiah grins, like he's trying not to. "God, I wish I wanted to say no to that." He leans in and kisses Danny and, maybe, it feels better than his win.
Hi! Another prompt (because the hangmox snippet got me smjshhshshxhjdhsSPEECHLESS): 15. noncon, Hangman/Swerve
it is 45 minutes past midnight for me so. its day 15. noncon hangman/swerve with a nice little dead dove warning stapled onto it! hangman is. evil. in this!
initially this started as 1 of 2 parts where in the sequel swerve takes his revenge post-wrestledream but with the way the fic turned out, that part felt very redundant. still rotating some kind of sequel in my brain though!
14. What have you been finding frustrating with writing this chapter/fic? for the moxeddiepage wip?
This is a really good question. I started it way back in December, I think after talking to Sarah - it was a weird conversation about Kenny being everybody's shitty ex in AEW, which then transformed into, "What if Eddie and Mox, who are obviously married, needed a place to lay low after a tiff with the Elite, and Hangman has a whole ranch to offer?" It spiraled into a candy cane shank, Mox having terrible gaydar, and then somehow they fuck in a tent? Like all three of them?
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What's frustrating with that fic is that it feels like 3 separate crack fics slammed together. I might need to lean into that energy.
