#Jon MoxleyxReader

[cowboywritersworld]

Was wondering if you could do a jon moxley x black reader i think u would be the first person to do it THE BLACK FANS DESERVE LOVEEEE. For a plot can we make it so the girl is a hardcore aew wrestler just like him and they were best friends for a long time then he decides to finally confess his love after his big championship match.

Fierce love

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Characters: Jon Moxley, Black Reader

Prompt: Reader is a hardcore wrestler just like Jon and has joined the Death Riders. Jon and her have been best friends for a very long time and Jon finally decides to confess his love after his Championship match.

A/N: I'm so sorry it took me so much time! But here you are and I hope you like it.

Y/N sat in the new Blackpool Combat Club's locker room, looking at Jon's and Bryan's match. Jon was set to win and then they'd end the American Dragon's career for good.

She curled a strand of her curly hair around her finger, looking at the other men who were there with her: Claudio, Pac and Wheeler. She knew they almost had to go at Gorilla, there was not too much time before the match would end. Marina was there too, the only woman in that new stable alongside her.

Y/N was the first one to get to her feet once the bell rang: Jon, her lifetime best friend had won and now they had something to full fill. Her long curly hair swayed around her face with each step she took. That time, walking to side exit seemed to take forever and Marina took the lead, finally getting out of there. The lights shone bright, but they were focused as they got around the ring and finally entered it all together.

Y/N had her gaze on Jon the whole time: it didn't matter where he would walk, what he would do, she followed everything. Both her and Jon had gone through so much in the past: born in Santo Domingo, she had move to Cincinnati when she was 5 years old. Ever since then she would go back to Santo Domingo from time to time, but it was Cincinnati her hometown now.

There, she had learned Jon in high school, same school year and they had gone through so much. Started wrestling together in the same Indies, trained together each afternoon... Their story went way back and she was glad to know someone like him.

She stepped closer, when Jon asked for the plastic bag, being the first one to actually turn to the incoming Darby Allin and Wheeler Yuta, to Bryan's aid. She made sure to protect Jon, getting off the ring right after him.

"Around. Then inside." Jon barked at her when he got past her. She raised an eyebrow, but did as asked, putting herself towards the entrance ramp. He was trusting her with stopping anyone who would try to help Bryan from that side and that alone made her proud.

The rest of the segment was a blur: Yuta finally turning on Bryan, first by taking out Darby and then using the plastic bag to choke out the American Dragon, Claudio stomping on the chair wrapped around his head... She did her best with the others, to keep security and various wrestlers away from the ring, to let Yuta end Bryan.

When they finally got backstage, Y/N smiled as she followed Jon closely behind. She stopped in her tracks when he held a hand in front of her.

"Y'all go. We'll be there soon." There was something he had to tell her, something he wasn't used to say and which weirded him out.

"Well done, Champ." Y/N told him as soon as they were finally alone.

"You always had my back, Y/N. Ever since we met in high school. Never have you left my side." He scratched his nape, not really good at words, even though during segments, he knew how to roast his opponents.

"I told you this many years ago: I'll always have your back, no matter what, Mox." You smirked at him, patting him on the shoulder.

Jon exhaled sharply, almost like a laugh, before shaking his head. "Nah, I mean—you always got me. And I got you. More than just this war, more than just the ring. It’s you. It’s always been you."

Y/N's breath hitched. The noise of the arena, the echoes of the fight, all faded. Just her and Jon. Together.

"Mox…"

Maybe he didn't know how to be romantic, maybe he didn't know exactly how to confess his feelings, but those words struck like a lightning. Y/N felt the same, it had always been like that, but she had always feared to lose her.

He didn’t wait. He just leaned in, his lips crashing onto hers, with the same reckless intensity he fought with. Y/N didn't hesitate and kissed him back. It was a new beginning for AEW, a new start for a new stable, new beginnings for her and that man.

[uncrownedmox]

MORE MORE!!!!!! PLEASE!!!! *gets pompoms out*

THE LAST TEST: SERIES - CHAPTER 1

Prompt: Y/N is a criminal psychologist, her job is to evaluate the inmates mental conditions for parole. But what will happen when the so called “inmate” is actually the most lovable mutt who’s willing to do anything to get his freedom back?

Word Count: Drabble

Pairings: Jon Moxley x Reader

Warnings: +18, and Moxley (which is a warning for itself 😂)

Editor: @rheacanbreakme

Tag: @marlananicole , @bellalutionn , @sassymox , @theworldofotps , @yungbludjazz360 , @jazzy-bella02

Notes: I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED FOR THIS SERIES 🤗 This will be a 5 chapters series. If you’d like to checkout my previous works, you can read them on my Masterlist ❤️ Thank you so much for reading my work ☺️ and I hope you’ll enjoy...

“I’ll need you to confirm some information for me sir, if you don’t mind?” I asked

“Sure” He said, nonchalantly

I nodded and began my questioning

“Name?”

“Jonathan Moxley”

“Any nicknames or Aliases?”

“Mox and Jon. Although the first is more commonly used” He said and I nodded

“Age?”

“Thirty five years old”

“Area of residence?”

“Las Vegas, Nevada”

“Felony charges?”

“1st degree murder, drug possession, 1st degree assault and battery”

“I’ve been told you’re requesting parole, is that correct, Mr. Moxley?”

“Yes, ma’am. They basically said that I’m in your hands”

I gave him a quizzical look, and he continued

“The board of parole hearings said that your signature is the most important to me. Basically they all gave me an ok for my freedom but apparently now, I’m in your hands”

I looked at him deep in the eyes, and said

“Mr. Moxley, essentially, my main priority is to make sure that you’re able to reintegrate into society. My job, is to make sure that if you do earn your freedom, you won’t be committing any other crimes against society”

Those baby blue eyes searched my face for something, and when he finally found what he was looking for, he smirked and leaned forward on the table, until our faces were dangerously close.

“Tell me, doc. What do I need to do, to have my freedom back?”

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused

He softly brushed my hair with his fingers

“I mean, what do you want in order to sign my go go papers?” He buried his face in the nape of my neck and inhaled my scent. Roaming his nose up, until he found my ear, to whisper

“I’ll do whatever you want, doc. Every. Single. Thing”....

TO BE CONTINUED

Please if you’re comfortable with it, let me know your thoughts on this? Feedbacks are always appreciated 🥰😘

[psycho-ambrose-blog]

Bad Behavior {Jon MoxleyxReader}

Summary: Moxley’s in his feels, she’s toxic. 

(This imagine was inspired by this song) 

He was always the first to wake up when he stayed the night at her flat. Mentally commanding himself to go back to bed and absorbed the shared capacity he missed so much when he slept alone. A soft groan from her lips interrupted his thoughts when she rolled away from the sunlight that was peeking through the blinds. He pleaded for her not to wake-up, not just yet at least because if she woke up that meant Moxley had to leave. And when he left he wouldn't see her until 9, which was 12 hours without her. Which is probably why he was so cranky all the time because he's so anxious to get back to her. She glimpsed over at the flashing alarm clock before sprinting out of bed. "Shit Mox, why didn't you tell me my alarm went off?!" Because I didn't want to spoil our morning even if it means more to me than it does to you. And maybe, quite possibly, you look cute sleeping. But he couldn't tell her that, even if he wanted too mainly because she never had time for his feelings. She was so on-the-go he never even had time to ask her when he would see her next. It's why every second with her was so precious. She was pacing her bedroom floor in nothing but her black lace thong and hickeys from last night credit to Mox. He possessively watched her slip on her pencil skirt in a hip swaying motion that mocked his morning wood. His hand slid under the sheet, palming at his prompt package that twitched when she bent over to prey through her closet for her nude pumps. Her second alarm echoed off the walls signaling her with 15 minutes left to spare interrupting Mox from rubbing one out. He through the sheet off his bare body and slipped on his boxers that were disbanded last night. He cleared his throat, brushing a hand across her lower back soothingly. "I'was uh, thinkin.. maybe you could come to one of my matches after you get off tonight?" She leaned back up from her bent posture, Mox receiving a sweep in the face from her long locks. "Oh goodness, I don't want to be a distraction." She says, unashamed with her breast bouncing with her balance as she tries to slip on one of her heels. Her hand grips onto his muscular shoulder for support, sliding the other one on. "And besides, friends don't bring their fuck buddy's to their occupation." She was too busy buttoning up her blouse to acknowledge the disappointed look in Mox's eyes. He was so out of control when it came to her, he hardly even felt like himself anymore. Even if she wasn't his, he was hers. But what if she decided one day she didn't want him anymore? That she found a posh, educated, stable guy at her work and not some rugged indie-wrestler. The peck of her lips suspended his distress thoughts only to have her pull back. "You're staying the night again, right?" No. Nope. Absolutely not. I'm ending this before you do. I'm going to be the one to walk away, not you. Another kiss was sealed to his lips before he could respond. Her tongue brushed along his lower lip in a seductive taunt that obeyed Mox to let her in. Their tongues momentarily danced while her hands found their way to the waistband of his boxers. Mox let out a throaty groan when her hand slipped underneath and grasped his bulge. "You'll be here when I come back, yeah?" She whispered against his neck, stamping delicate pecks while she stroked him. "Y-Yeah." He managed to get out. She smiled victoriously, leaning up on her toes to press a closed kiss to his mouth before taking her hand back. "See you later!" She calls, swinging her luxury purse over her shoulder and strutting out the door. Her lips were bad behavior, and he's in danger.

[cowboywritersworld]

wiping off a blood stain near their lips (bonus: you lick it off your fingers) with Jon amoxley please?

Trying to help

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Requests are: OPEN

Characters: Jon Moxley, Reader

Prompt: wiping off a blood stain near their lips (bonus: you lick it off your fingers) with Jon Moxley please?

AN: I made this happen after the Blood & Guts match. Reader is in BCC as well.

You are sitting backstage on some crates, worried. Wheeler acting weird and not tapping out while getting choked like that with a chain concerns you, but you feel relieved when Jon finally does it for him.

Your impulse would be of going out there to check on your teammates, mostly on your boyfriend, but you are not allowed to do it. The only thing you can do is wait at Gorilla and bring Jon to get stitches after you take care of him. Going to doctor Sampson right now wouldn't make sense, because he needs to take care and check Yuta out. As soon as they are all back, you are quick to check on the youngest member of the stable and on the Swiss Giant, before taking Jon to the locker room. Your boyfriend, after all, just needs some stitches, while Yoots more attention after that choke out.

"You all did very good out there babe. I am proud of you." You praise Jon, having him sit on a bench, while you search for the first aid kit.

"Thank you pumpkin, but I am worried." He sighs sitting there and looking into the void.

"It is because of Wheeler, right? I saw how he didn't want to tap out, even though it could become very dangerous if you wouldn't put an end to the match." You are concerned as well, because that attitude, just to get recognised by Bryan, was a bit too much. You gently pat his legs and settle yourself between them, looking at his head, trying to understand where the cut was.

"We'll need to talk with him and Bryan. I don't care that I had to tap out, but it was mandatory to avoid getting him hurt." He brings his arms around her waist, kissing her on the lips.

You chuckle, before kissing him as well. "Come on, let me take care of you. If we have time afterwards... maybe..."

You tease him by licking his lips, while you take some alcohol and a cotton stab from the first aid kit. You wipe off the blood carefully, wriggling under his touch.

"Babe, come on! I'm trying to be serious and help you out. Stop it." You say, poking him playfully on the nose.

"It is not my fault that I can't resist you, especially with you like this between my legs..." He smirked at you, letting you finish cleaning his face.

You make sure to leave a spot with a blood stain, putting your hands on his chest. "I am almost done, babe." You purr and take off the stain with a finger, licking it sensually.

"Pumpkin..." He smacked a hand on your ass playfully.

"Uh... Sorry guys." Neither of them had heard the door getting open.

"Don't worry." You smile, blushing heavily and go to sit down next to Jon. "How are you feeling, Yoots?" You ask casually, like nothing happened.

"Doctor said I'm good, thanks for your concern."