#Jon moxley imagine

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Pairings: Jon Moxley x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, toxic relationship, adult language, mention of smut, cursing.

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Her words still resonate in Mox’s mind, the poor quality of the phone call making her voice faint and far as if she spoke from within a tunnel. Forget about me, forget everything that ever happened between us. Move on with your life, I’ll move on with mine and don’t you forget that I don’t want to see you ever again! Those were her last words before she hung up on him.

Mox can still remember Marina’s shocked face at the blunt lack of respect, and the thought alone was enough to make him chuckle. She was the only person who could ever get away with something as childish as hanging up the phone before he was even done talking.

Move on with your life, I’ll move on with mine, it's easier said than done though. That’s why Mox now stared at her sweatpants-covered thighs coming up the stairs to her apartment. He’s been sitting on the stairs for a good thirty minutes now, his patience began to wear thin and Mox had just lit up a cigarette when he heard her unmistakable steps coming up the old building’s staircase to unavoidably meet him sitting beside her door.

He heard her drag her feet across the old concrete, as she always did whenever she had to come back to that shitty place after a long shift at work. Mox mentally counted to five until her footsteps ceased at the top of the stairs, her annoyed sigh quickly tugged a smirk at the corner of his lips, making him pull a long drag of the burning tobacco. “You’re twenty minutes late, Kitty Cat. Where were you?”, he looked up to meet her tired eyes, the all-so-familiar burning fire of hatred and desire danced across her irises.

“For fuck’s sake, not this, not now”, she whispered to herself, trying to ignore him as he stood up from the floor.

She made sure not to acknowledge Mox’s presence while she unlocked the door of her small apartment, “Do you want to do this the hard way, Kitten?”, Mox asked, stepping in front of her and blocking her way into the apartment.

“I don’t want to do this the hard way, because guess what, Moxley? We’re not gonna do this at all! Now, fucking move out of my way because after the day I just had the last thing I want is to deal with your bullshit”. She tried to push him away from the door, but it only made Mox close his hand around her upper arm and shove her inside the apartment with him.

“What the fuck? Get out! I didn’t say you could come in! L-” Her rambling was cut short by Mox’s hand covering her mouth.

“Shut the fuck up” He whispered against the back of his hand, the familiar scent of peppermint gum mixed with cigarette that lingered on his breath floated to her nostrils, causing her eyes to close for a brief instant before she felt herself pulling her head away from his hand.

“Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me to shut up?” Her palms rested against Mox’s chest, applying pressure to push him away from her body.

“Me?” He smirked, taking one step closer to her, “I’m your owner, Kitty Cat. So I’m gonna ask one more time, what were you doing and with whom that caused you to come home twenty minutes late?”

Rage in its most dangerous proportions took over her system “That’s none of your business! You’re not my father, you’re not my boyfriend, you’re no one to come in here barking at me and asking for explanations! You made your choice Moxley, now fucking live with it”. Her hands still rested against his chest, she tried to push him away from her body one more time, but it only served to make Mox chuckle against her cheek.

“That temper always makes me want to handcuff you to my bed and fuck you until you lose that smart mouth”. The - now longer - ginger hairs on Mox’s chin tickled her face the closer he got.

“You better respect me, Moxley. We’re not together anymore for you to say such things to me”, She tried to keep her voice as still and stern as she possibly could, but the feeling of Mox’s small lips laying soft pecks on her cheek made her head spin.

“Is it disrespectful to profess my lustful wishes involving the woman that I love?” His husky voice made goosebumps cover her skin, the closeness of his lips to her own made it difficult for her to breathe.

“When you’re not together anymore? Yes.” Her hands found the sides of Mox’s neck, trying but failing at pushing his face away from her lips. “Besides, you don’t love me”.

The small huff coming from Mox’s lips caused her baby hairs to fly gently before falling back against her forehead, “Now that’s some straight-up bullshit, Kitty Cat”, his lips landed an open-mouth kiss on her chin, tongue darting out to tentatively lick her parted lips. “You know I love you. I got my own way of showing it, but you know I do”.

“And how do you show it, Jon? By lying, deceiving, or tying me up to your fucking bed?!” She pushed him back as hard as she could, temporarily setting some distance between them by walking toward the small kitchen. She placed herself against the two-seat table beside the wall, resting her lower body against the plastic table top. Her eyes stopped at the victorious smirk plastered on Moxley’s lips.

“What?” She asked, feeling her patience wearing thin the more she looked at him.

“You called me Jon”, His smirk now slowly turning into a full grin, “Not Moxley or Mox. But Jon”.

“And your point is?”

“You’re not as mad at me as you’re trying to show. Because deep down”, it only took Mox three footsteps to reach her at the table. “I’m still your Jon, don’t I, Kitten?”

“You’re missing the point here, Moxley”, She made sure to put emphasis on his name, causing him to only chuckle at her defiance, “I told you I didn’t want to see you again, yet here you are! I told you to stay away but of course, you never listen, no no, because the great Moxley will always do what he wants, isn’t that right?”

“Yes”.

His response, quite nonchalant, only served to remind her of the reason why she didn’t need him in her life anymore.

“See? That’s what I’m saying! Your fucking presumptuous self is always thinking he can say and do whatever he wants without consequences. You can’t do that, Jon! You need to start thinking about how your actions and words affect the people around you- Are you even listening to me?!”

“I am, it’s just” Mox didn’t try to contain his victorious grin as he continued “You called me Jon again”

“Oh, my fucking- Is that all you care about? Really, Jon?”

“C’mon, Kitten. You’re just trying to shield yourself from the obvious fact that you still have feelings for me”.

“Of course I do, dipshit! You don’t stop loving someone just because you’re not together anymore, no matter how much you want to”

“Oh, it’s the L word then?” Moxley pulled you into his arms, intertwining his fingers at the base of your spine. “You still love me, Kitty Cat? Good, because I’m still crazy about you too”.

He laid small, shy pecks against your lips, testing the waters to see how you would react to him.

“I love you, you know that, right? I may not be the best at displaying affection but you know me better than anyone. You know that the only person who can hang up on my face AND call me a dipshit without facing any consequences is you. Because I love you”.

“You never said it before, Jon, why would I believe you do now?”

“Because I’m here! I came for you, like a fucking dumbass I call you, I come after you, I’m always reaching out for you, and you and your fucking prideful ass would never even pick up the goddamn phone to know if I was alive”

In part, he is right, you are prideful. But that’s what stopped Mox from taking you for granted, the uncertainty of you ever coming back.

“Have you ever thought that maybe who was calling you was one of the guys to let you know that I was dead?”

“Do not say that! You know talking like that brings bad shit, I don’t like it. So don’t even play with that, Jon”.

“But you don’t care, you never answered my calls”

Your eyes stared up into his baby blue orbs “Stop.it!”

“Just think about it, Kitten. If I was dead, laying on a steel table, being cut open by-”

Your body reacts before your brain can. Your arms circle around Mox’s neck, lips covering his in a deep kiss that expresses all of your fears and wants. His grip around you tightens, the kiss deepening as Mox’s head leans down to meet you halfway.

He pulls you closer to his body, before turning you around to the living room. You slowly walk together toward the couch, your back landing first against the old fabric, Mox’s weight settling on top of you as a safety blanket would.

Moxley pulls back from the kiss, fixing a couple of your savage baby hairs away from your face. He takes a deep breath, admiring your features for a few seconds before asking “Are you done pretending you don’t want me anymore?”

The mere thought of his lifeless body was enough to make your pride go away, making you nod in agreement, “Yes, are you?”

Mox huffed, the scent of peppermint and cigarette hitting your nostrils again as he did. “I never pretended I didn’t want you, Kitty Cat. I thought my endless calls and surprise visits had already proven that”

“Promise me you’ll start thinking about the things you do and say, because honestly, Jon..I don’t think I can deal with it every time- Are you listening to me?”

“No, not right now. Because I’m really horny and you lecturing me is just making me hornier, so can we talk about that after we have sex?” His lips landed against your neck, showering your warm skin with slow kisses.

“You want me to lecture you as our pillow talk?”

“Yeah, because then it’ll satisfy your necessity of bossing me around while also warming me up for round two” Mox’s muffled voice stated, hands already finding your breasts over your work shirt.

“Round two? Who even convinced you that we’re having round one?” You chuckled, hands finding his skin underneath his long-sleeved shirt.

“That fucking pride” He laughed, head roaming up to find your lips again, “One day it’ll make me leave you for good, Kitten”

“But not today?” You whispered against his lips

“Not fucking today” He answers with a grin, “By the way, I still want to know where were you”

“Fuck you” You laughed as his fingers reached the hem of your cotton panties.

Mox smiled, letting his fingers slide into the fabric “Gladly, Kitty Cat”.

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I just made this one 🥹 i see y’all fw the last one

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Could you imagine with Moxley where they are dating and she is with him in the death riders and when cope puts her hands on him . Jon loses it. @autumntheblogger

•Jon Moxley x Reader•

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*Y/N's POV*

Standing ringside watching Adam Copeland and my man Jon Moxley battle it out in a brutal match, I bang on the ring trying to will on Jon.

"C'mon babe!"

"Shut up Y/N!"

I look over seeing Adam rolling out of the ring towards me. I take a step back when he starts walking towards me. He gets too close for my comfort so I decide to swing my arm going to smack him in the face. But he grabs my arm before it connects, drops it and grabs a fistful of my hair. He puts his face next to mine and whispers.

"I told you to shut up and I told you I would beat the ever living shit out of your man. You better watch as I end him now."

He lets go of me and slides back into the ring. He goes to the corner and starts setting up for a spear. I climb into the ring, shove Moxley out of the way just in time for me to get speared by Adam. I roll over under the bottom rope in the corner holding my ribs as Adam is staring down at me in disbelief. I look up at him and smirk.

"Oh you are so dead."

Jon runs over and starts attacking him. The ref calls the match off when Claudio and Yuta come out to help beat up Adam. Jon hits him with his finishing move and you can see on the mat that Adam is bleeding from somewhere on his body. Yuta comes over, extends his hand out and helps me stand up. I stand up and walk over to Jon still holding my ribs. He turns and puts his hand on my shoulder.

"You okay hun?"

"Little beat up but it was worth it to watch you beat him up."

He smirks, looks down at Adam than back at me.

"Well he shouldn't have put his hands on my woman."

He puts his arm around my neck, kissing my forehead as I snake my arm around his waist and one on his chest. We stand there watching and laughing as Claudio and Yuta continue to rip apart Adam to end the show.

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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

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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. 

[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.

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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.

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Jon Moxley had long been an enigma to AEW fans. The rugged, unpredictable force in the ring, with his chaotic energy and blood-soaked intensity, often made it seem as though nothing could penetrate the hard shell he’d built around himself. But when he met Y/N, that shell began to crack in the most unexpected ways. 

Y/N wasn’t just another AEW wrestler—she was an unstoppable force of joy, with a contagious energy that seemed to light up every room she walked into. She had that rare ability to make people feel comfortable, to make them laugh even on their toughest days. It didn’t take long for her to catch Jon’s eye, but it took even less time for him to find himself drawn to her.  

At first, Jon was skeptical. He wasn’t exactly someone who gravitated toward TikTok stardom or prank videos. But when Y/N, with her infectious grin and mischievous sparkle in her eyes, asked him to join her in one of her ridiculous skits, he found himself agreeing—begrudgingly, of course.  

"Come on, Mox," she’d said, dragging him away from the locker room. "Just one video. It’ll be fun! I promise." 

Jon crossed his arms, giving her a side-eye that could have frozen lava. "I don’t do TikTok. I barely know what that even is. And no dances. I swear to God, if you try to make me do a dance challenge, we’re done." 

Y/N laughed, pulling out her phone and swiping through a list of viral pranks. "No dancing, I promise. Just... one little prank. That’s all I need. And then you can go back to your mysterious, brooding thing. Deal?" 

Jon hesitated. He could already feel himself getting roped in by her energy, despite his better judgment. "Fine. But I swear, if this goes south, I’m leaving you in the ring next time. Alone." 

"Deal," she said, her eyes practically sparkling. "You're gonna love it." 

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I had no idea how this was going to go, but I knew it was going to be hilarious. Jon Moxley—the guy who could make grown men quake in their boots with just a glare—was going to help me prank some unsuspecting AEW talent. And, maybe, if I played my cards right, I’d be able to make a TikTok that’d go viral. I had the whole scenario planned out in my head. 

"Okay, here’s the deal," I told Jon as we slipped backstage to where the cameras were hidden, "I’m gonna pretend to be super mad at you, but I need you to look really, really upset. Like, you're about to go full-on angry Moxley mode. Can you do that?" 

He raised an eyebrow, his face a perfect mask of indifference. "Mad? At me? For what?" 

I shrugged dramatically, trying to keep a straight face. "Who cares? We’ll make it up as we go. Just... look mad at me. Real mad. You can’t break character, okay?" 

Jon let out a dry chuckle. "Yeah, I’ve got the ‘mad’ part down. Trust me." 

As I started the camera, I stormed up to him, face twisted in mock indignation. "Moxley! I’ve had enough of you acting like you're the only one who knows how to do this job! Seriously, do you even take me seriously? You’ve been walking around like the locker room’s your personal punching bag! What the hell is wrong with you?" 

He stood there for a moment, dead silent, his arms crossed over his chest. I could see the little smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth, but he wasn’t giving me the satisfaction of breaking character.  

"What the hell is this about?" he asked flatly, completely unaffected by my dramatic outburst. 

I rolled my eyes, trying not to laugh. "I swear, Moxley, you’ve got to get it together. You’re impossible to work with!" 

Jon didn’t respond. He just stared at me, his expression stone-cold. 

I was barely holding it together. It was so hard to keep the prank going when his deadpan reactions were so perfect. Finally, I burst out laughing, dropping my angry persona entirely. "Gotcha! It was a joke. You should see your face right now!" 

Jon blinked, then, as if on cue, cracked the faintest smile—just enough to make the fans behind the camera lose it. 

"You’re unbelievable," he muttered, shaking his head.  

"Yeah," I said with a grin, "but you love it." 

He didn’t answer. But when I checked the footage, I knew I had something gold. His expression had been perfect, like a stone wall, and when it cracked, it was only for the briefest moment. That was Jon Moxley: tough as nails, but you could never fully break him, not even with the silliest prank.  

--- 

Despite his initial reluctance, Jon found himself getting caught up in Y/N's world. The pranks, the playful banter, the ridiculous TikToks—it became a regular part of their lives. Jon didn’t talk much about it to anyone else, but when the cameras were on, and Y/N was coaxing him into another video, he couldn’t help but give in. There was something about the way she lit up whenever he played along that made it hard to resist.  

One day, Y/N had an idea for a viral dance trend—one that was way outside Jon’s comfort zone. It was a simple two-step with an exaggerated hip wiggle. She was all in, excited to get it perfect, but Jon was... less than enthusiastic.  

"Y/N," Jon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as she played the music in the background. "You do realize I’ve never danced in my life, right?" 

She tilted her head, giving him a sly smile. "You’re a natural, Mox. Just follow my lead. Trust me. We’re gonna make history." 

Jon narrowed his eyes, clearly skeptical. "I’m pretty sure history doesn’t need me looking like a damn fool." 

But when the beat dropped, and Y/N flashed him that mischievous grin, Jon found himself... moving. Reluctantly at first. Then, in spite of himself, he caught the rhythm. Y/N was right—he had that natural swagger, even if it was a little stiff at first. And the more they danced, the more he let go, until, for a fleeting moment, he wasn’t “Jon Moxley, the unbreakable wrestler.” He was just a guy in a goofy TikTok, dancing with his girlfriend.  

"See?" Y/N teased, twirling with a laugh. "Told you you had it in you." 

Jon gave her an exaggerated glare, his trademark smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "You’ve got one more chance to pull this crap again, and I’m leaving you on the ring apron." 

"Uh-huh, sure," she said with a wink. "You love it." 

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, trying to suppress his own grin as she filmed the final part of the dance. "But don’t expect me to do it again." 

As the video went live, it exploded across the internet. Fans couldn’t get enough of the big, tough Jon Moxley breaking down his tough-guy persona just enough to show a different side of himself—the one that let himself have a little fun, especially with Y/N.  

--- 

The thing with Jon is, he’s not just this tough, brooding guy who will stare you down and make you nervous. He’s also the guy who will help me prank a whole locker room, let me drag him into my latest TikTok idea, and get so invested in it that, by the end of it, he’s the one laughing. Sure, he pretends to hate it sometimes—he’ll claim he’s not cut out for it, that dancing and pranking aren’t his thing—but deep down, I know he loves the moments we get to just be ourselves, goofy and ridiculous.  

I can’t help but feel like we’ve created our own little world, a place where we balance out each other’s extremes. He brings that edge, that calm in the chaos, and I bring the chaos. And together, we’re unstoppable.  

So, yeah, Jon Moxley may never admit it, but he’s my partner in crime—and that’s a role he’s going to be stuck with forever. 

--- 

Despite Jon’s usual resistance to the chaos of social media, the TikTok videos continued to roll in, gaining more and more traction each time. The fans adored it. The sight of Jon Moxley, AEW’s resident wild man, doing a goofy dance or playing along with Y/N’s ridiculous pranks, was a breath of fresh air. It wasn’t just that people found it entertaining; there was something about seeing the tough guy loosen up, his walls coming down, that made the whole thing even more endearing. 

On any given day, backstage at AEW, Y/N could be seen with her phone in hand, buzzing with excitement, trying to convince Jon to join her for the next big video. And though he grumbled and acted like he couldn’t possibly be bothered, she knew better. Deep down, she knew he was just as hooked on their little world as she was. Their relationship—unconventional, unpredictable, and full of laughter—had grown to become something they both cherished. 

--- 

Somehow, I had totally underestimated how much fun Jon and I would have together. I mean, yeah, I knew he was funny in his own way—his dry, sarcastic humor was a hit with me—but I hadn’t anticipated him actually getting into the whole TikTok thing. Like, seriously, if you told me a year ago that Jon Moxley would be filming a goofy skit with me in the AEW locker room, I would've laughed in your face. 

This morning, though, I could see the wheels turning in his head. He was actually considering one of my latest ideas—a "prank wars" challenge, where we filmed ourselves pranking one another for a full week, and the loser had to do a ridiculous dare. He’d been quiet all morning, nursing his coffee, staring at me over the top of his cup like I was about to present the worst idea in history.  

I could feel the tension before I even opened my mouth.  

“Come on, Jon,” I pleaded, leaning on the table where he was sitting. "Think about it. We could totally make it hilarious! You’d get to prank me back, which I know you’ve been dying to do." 

Jon just gave me a look—one of those “Are you serious?” looks that made me laugh even harder. "I’m not gonna prank you, Y/N. You’re the one with all the tricks. I’m just here to watch you embarrass yourself." 

I pouted, crossing my arms. “You know you want to. How about this: If I win, you have to post a solo dance video. No excuses." 

His eyes narrowed at the suggestion. "Dance video? With me?" 

"Yep!" I said, completely unfazed. "You’ll have to do a challenge, just you. No ‘helping’ you, no ‘I’m too tired,’ none of that. It’s a solo gig. I’ll even help you pick the song!" 

Jon stared at me for a moment, the skepticism on his face so apparent that I nearly cracked. "You’re gonna regret that. The second I beat you, you’re gonna have to do two dares, and they’re gonna be worse than anything you can think of." 

I grinned, already plotting my revenge. "Deal. And if you lose, I get to pick your dare. And trust me, it’ll be something epic." 

Jon let out a low sigh, like he’d been suckered into something he couldn't back out of now. "Fine. But if you prank me with something ridiculous again, you’re dead to me." 

"You say that now," I teased, tapping the top of his head as I stood up. "But we both know you secretly love it." 

--- 

The pranks escalated over the next few days, each one more outlandish than the last. Y/N had a gift for finding the little things that made Jon tick—his dislike for cold water, his intolerance for spicy food, and his general preference for not being bothered. Each time, he played along, his gruff exterior hiding the amusement in his eyes. 

The pranks became a playful battleground. On the fourth day, Jon retaliated with his own bit of sabotage. Y/N was about to film a harmless dance challenge when she realized the music was gone. In its place was an audio clip—of her own voice, mocking herself, playing on a loop. 

“Wait—what the hell?” she exclaimed, looking around the room for Jon. 

Jon’s laugh rang out from the corner, where he was pretending to be busy with a phone call. “Thought you might like my remix,” he said, his smirk wide and unapologetic. “It’s a work in progress.” 

"You—" Y/N started, but she couldn’t hold it in. The laughter bubbled up uncontrollably as she lunged for him. "I swear to God, Mox, this is war. I’m picking the next prank. And you're gonna regret it." 

Jon just shook his head, feigning exhaustion. "I’ll be sleeping with one eye open, then." 

--- 

Jon had definitely upped his game with that prank, but I wasn’t going to let it slide. No way. I had a new idea in mind, something that would blow him out of the water. The thing was, Jon was relentless when it came to these pranks. He never seemed to tire of them, which only made me want to try harder. But as we approached the final day of our challenge, something shifted. 

We were getting ready for a big AEW show, and I noticed Jon looking unusually... calm. He wasn’t as excited to pull pranks anymore, and for a second, I wondered if maybe I’d pushed him too hard.  

“Hey,” I said, sliding into the seat next to him as he laced up his boots. “You okay? You seem... off today.” 

Jon glanced at me, his expression unreadable. "I’m fine. Just... focused." 

But that didn’t sound like the Jon I knew. Usually, he was all jokes, all laughs. Something was bothering him. “Are you sure? You know you can tell me anything, right?” 

He shrugged, still not looking at me. "I know. Just thinking about the match tonight. That’s all." 

I frowned, leaning forward a little, my voice softening. "You know, you don’t have to hide behind that... ‘tough guy’ persona all the time. You don’t have to be all business, Jon. Not with me. We can take a break from the wrestling world, just for a minute. Let’s enjoy this. Let’s enjoy us." 

Jon’s gaze softened when he looked at me, and I could tell he appreciated my words, even if he didn’t say it out loud. "I know. I’m just... trying to keep my head in the game, you know? I can’t turn it off when I need to." 

I smiled gently, brushing my fingers against his. "You don’t have to be perfect all the time. You’re already more than enough." 

His hand tightened around mine, his eyes locking with mine. There was a sincerity there, something raw and genuine that I didn’t see too often. “You really think so?” 

I nodded. “Yeah. You’re perfect to me.” 

He let out a breath, as if he’d been holding it in for too long, and for a moment, the tough exterior cracked—just for a second, but enough for me to see that underneath it all, he was just as vulnerable as anyone else. And that, I realized, was what made him so special.  

Jon Moxley might have been a warrior in the ring, but in my world, he was just Jon. And that was enough for both of us. 

[sinofwriting]

Commando - Jon Moxley

Words: 972 Summary: She discovers that Jon doesn’t wear underwear Note(s): Inspired by me remembering an ex who never wore underwear yet somehow kept himself well taken care. I was also torn between writing this for Mox or Dean (look, same person but also different) and I think it’s safe to say that if I had written this for Dean it would have been filth, so you're welcome/I’m sorry. Also, as this is posted I should be just getting out of seeing AEW Collision/Dynamite in person! (Might’ve had to leave the house for a few days but this as payment is more than good, lol)

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“Hey,” his voice is a bit breathless still but more importantly, he’s got the tiniest smile on his face, still letting the match wash over him, a sheen of sweat over his whole upper body. And the sight of it, really the sight of him, has her hand reaching out, just gently touching his arm and he easily stops in his tracks.

Jon’s lips quirk upwards a bit more, amusement dancing in his eyes. He still doesn't quite understand why she likes to see him like this so much after a match. He looks like hell most of the time, smells like shit, but every time she’s unable to stop herself from gently reaching out and he never rejects the gentle touch or the sweet kiss in greeting she gives him after.

“Shower then hotel?” She asks, after they break apart.

He gives a small shake of his head. “Shower then dinner somewhere. You barely touched your lunch and I know you didn’t eat anything during the match and I’m starving. Find someplace for us?”

She nods, watching as he walks away and to the showers before grabbing her phone and looking at what’s near. Jon never really got approached even directly after shows when going out to eat, but it was one of those things that she had to consider when finding a place. A little further from the venue was always better. As she zooms in on maps near the hotel, she lets out a little hum seeing a bar and grill just a few streets away from the hotel.

“Bar and grill sound okay?”

“Sounds perfect.” He groans, the shower shutting off. “Do you mind grabbing my jeans from my bag?”

She shakes her head, even though he can’t see it and moves over to his bag. Unzipping it, she digs past the three shirts he has in there, and grabs the pair of jeans he packed. She digs a bit more in the bag, grabbing him socks as well and her brow furrows when she can’t find any underwear.

“Jon?”

He makes a grunting sound.

“Where’s your underwear?”

“What underwear?”

Her eyes roll and she moves away from the bag, jeans and socks in her hands. “Y’know your underwear? Boxers, briefs, panties?” She teases with the last word, giving him his clothes.

He lets out a laugh. “Only panties I keep on me ever are yours, sweetheart.” He winks and blood rushes to her face.

“I’m never slipping you my panties again.”

One of his hands goes up over his heart. “Wait, don’t be cruel to me. That was a good night when you did that.”

She makes a small humming noise, it had been more than a good night, she could give him that. “Shame it’ll never happen again.”

“Cruel woman.” He mutters under his breath, sending her a wink.

She shakes her head in amusement, leaning against the wall as she watches him begin to put on his socks, drops of water rolling down his chest and stomach and onto the towel loosely hanging from around his waist. “So underwear?”

He gives another tug to his socks before straightening, eyes moving to rest on her. “Don’t wear it.”

She blinks at him. “What?”

Jon has to stop himself from laughing. “Wrestling in jeans, it’s tight enough, never found any underwear that didn’t make it worse. Or got all fucking bunched up and look weird. I haven’t bought or owned underwear in over a decade, probably closer to two.” He shudders a bit as he thinks of wearing underwear again as he buttons up his jeans.

“How did I not know this?”

He gives a small huff of laughter, moving closer and wrapping his arms around her. “Probably because I always take off my shirt first and that distracts you.”

She makes a noise in protest but then brushes her lips over the top of his chest. “You might be right.”

“Oh, I know I am.”

The cockiness makes her roll her eyes, gently trying to push him away, but his arms tighten around her.

“Does it bother you? The whole no underwear thing?” His voice is low.

She leans back a little, locking eyes with Jon, looking at the slight worry in his eyes and shakes her head. “No, Jon. I mean, it begs me that seven months in I never realized, but if anything I’m impressed. You practically live in jeans and everything is very clean.”

He makes a gross face at the last part. “God, I’d fucking hope so. Nearly forty and having disgusting junk would be fucking weird.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised.”

His eyebrow raises. “What old man’s junk are you looking at?”

She pats his chest, “just yours, babe, just yours.”

He gives her an unimpressed look though his lips are twitching at the corners. “Why don’t I believe you?”

Her shoulders give a slight shrug. “Couldn’t tell you.”

His eyes roll, lips finally forming a smile and she presses closer to steal a kiss from him.

“But really, girls talk and let’s just be happy you don’t share a room with a certain someone.” She shivers at remembering the gross details from one of the girls.

“Well, now I have to know.”

The name comes out in a whisper and Jon’s face immediately screws up.

“Well, that’s disgusting.”

“I told you.”

“You didn’t tell me shit.” He teases, stepping away and around her to grab a shirt, easily sliding it and then his jacket on before picking up his bag. “Now let’s get food before we think about it too hard.”

“Definitely don’t want to do that.”

A choked laugh leaves him as he wraps an arm around her shoulder, bag in his other hand. “Fuck, I love you.” Jon tells her, pressing a kiss to her head.

“Love you too.”

[thesupreme316]

How Much I Would Charge to Babysit the AEW Roster (pt.1?)

idk what this is but I saw it on tiktok with kpop groups and I wanted to do it

(this is for comedic purposes; don't take seriously)

pics ain't mine

Adam Page

Free or $1/hr

I feel like he is such a cutie patootie; like he wouldn’t ask for much

Would not cause trouble (unless he gets a beer)

He’s just an angel

At this point, he’s babysitting me

Kenny Omega

$8/hr

Like Page, I feel like he would be very sweet

Probably just wants to play video games and watch anime

I wouldn’t have to worry about him

But something tells me I would have to fight with him for him to eat vegetables

Eddie Kingston

$10/hr

This man is a menace (if you read his Player’s Tribune article you know)

I would have to make sure he doesn’t stab anyone

Other than that he would wanna sit still and watch Japanese wrestling

Would def try to duplex me to “practice”

Jon Moxley

$150/hr

I FEAR HIM

He looks like he would bite me

Would cause chaos the moment I’m alone with him like setting the house on fire

Every day would be like an episode of South Park

Would definitely frame me for all of his bullshit

Hook

$3/hr

We would just sit in silence

I would grab some chips and try to play games with him; but he’ll ignore me

Tbh it might be boring

I’ll just invite the Lads over to entertain him

Willow Nightingale

Free

In fact, I would pay her

SHE IS SUCH A SWEETHEART I LOVE THIS WOMAN

I WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR HER-

I will watch anything she puts on the tv

Max Caster

$115 and a Monster Energy Drink/hr

Man is too hyper (and smells like AXE body spray)

Would find a way to break anything 

I can’t do too much of anything or he’ll diss me

Also looks like he would bite me

Taglist: @hooks-martin @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @eddie-kingstons-wifey @wwenhlimagines @sheinthatfandom @triscillal

[justanoasisimagines]

You're injured

Hey lovelies back with another headcanon. My requests are open! You can find my request guidelines pinned to the top of the page! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the divider!

❀Mox doesn't like it when you're injured. He hates seeing you in pain and discomfort.

❀Mox attends every doctor's appointment possible. He wants to know what he can do, and how he can assist your recovery.

❀He's going to make sure you're as comfortable as possible. If you need to have your pillows fluffed, Mox will do it for you. He'll make sure you're warm enough etc.

❀Mox would also buy you all of your favorites to make you feel better. Favorite snacks, favorite movies, favorite dinner etc. Anything he thinks could help.

❀Mox would also reassure you as much as he could. Being injured is frustrating. Mox has experience with this. So he's going to help you through the bad days during your recovery.

❀Mox doesn't like to see you injured, however, he's always proud of your recovery. Observing the battle and the endurance Mox is an awe of you. He vocalizes this often.

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚘𝚕𝚖 (𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎?)

Summary: Bored me tries something different (because writer’s block is a bitch) during a bus ride.

Pairing: Blackpool Combat Club x Fem!Reader

Warnings: +18, adult content, semi-erotic content, harsh language, dub-con, mild psychological torture, yandere vibes.

Tags: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton , @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic , @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @adamjf , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @ripleyswhore

The youngest man was placed by the door as security, he couldn’t stop staring at her ever since the others bound her to the chair. His black hair and mischievous almond-shaped eyes gleamed underneath the blinding white lights.

She hadn’t slept in over 24 hours, adrenaline and the clarity in the room had successfully kicked sleep out of her system. She vaguely remembers the faces of two of the men, having bumped them a few times inside her father’s church, but the blonde one and the one by the door were still unfamiliar to her. She still didn’t know where she was, who these men were, and what they could possibly want with someone like her, but still, she found herself here. Somewhere at some place, with the four strangers, being held hostage for no apparent reason.

“I need to go to the bathroom”, she murmured. Red, tired eyes stared bluntly at the young man before her ears captured what sounded like a faint chuckle.

“Didn’t you just go like ten minutes ago?”

“Yes, but I need to go again”, she responded, shrinking herself in the chair when he took three steps forward.

He hovered over her, nose brushing against her perfumed hair, warm breath caressing the skin of her right temple. “What’s so interesting about that bathroom that you wanna go in there all the time, huh?” His hand pushed her hair behind her shoulder, rough fingertips brushing the skin of her neck and shoulder in the meantime. “Maybe I should go in with you to see what interesting things you’re up to”.

Her throat felt coarse and dry, and the many hours without water were beginning to affect her body. She subtly pulled herself away from the young man’s touch, the small action seemed to amuse him since his only response was to get closer to her again.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of the shy ones” He chuckled “You didn’t seem to have one single shy bone in your body when you snuck out of the church with Timmy boy”. The amused chuckle transformed into a full-out laugh as he spotted the disgusted look on her face.

“Tell me” He whispers in her ear “How far did you let Timmy boy go?” his hand grips her thigh, pushing it open until a voice echoes from behind them.

“Yuta! That’s enough” The blonde man stated, slowly walking into the room followed by the other two men. Yuta reluctantly stepped away from her and walked toward the blonde man who beckoned him closer. He whispered something in Yuta’s ear, and the young man just nodded and walked out of the room.

“I deeply apologize for this inconvenience” The blonde man pointed with his finger around the room “But dear old daddy didn’t leave us much of choice”. His eyes wrinkled as he smiled “I’m Bryan. And this is Mox and Claudio”, he pointed back and forth between the man beside him, “We promise you nothing bad will happen to you, as long as you behave and your father keeps his part of the deal, of course. But other than that, I promise you, we’re all gentlemen here”.

She tried to lick her lips in an attempt to moist the dry flesh as she spoke “Could I have some water, please?”

“Of course” The man who went by the name Claudio answered with a smirk. He grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge by the door and opened it before placing it against her chapped lips.

They all stared at her with curiosity, like tourists on a safari. Both Mox and Claudio had a knowing smirk plastered on their lips as Bryan only stood there in silent mockery. Claudio squatted down beside her, pulling the water bottle away from her lips when she began to chug on it.

“Easy there” He whispered “We don’t want you to choke, at least not on water”

When she only answered a small, confused “What?”, Claudio laughed “You’re really cute, I wonder why it took us so long to do this”. He placed small pecks on her exposed shoulder, traveling up to her neck until he reached her cheek.

“Will you be our obedient little girl? Do everything we say with a pretty smile on your face” Claudio placed his chin on her shoulder, deep brown eyes staring directly at her soul “We know you want to” He grinned.

“We’re not like christian boy Timmy who doesn’t know what to do with his little dick” Mox tugged on her hair, pulling it down until she looked up at him. “We’re men, real men” His clear baby blue eyes roamed through her features “I know you’re supposed to keep that cherry intact for your honeymoon, but kitty cat, I’m not so sure that you’ll keep it though. You know why?”

She whined a “No” before she felt Claudio pressing his semi-hard bulge against her shoulder.

Mox took her hand in his as he began “Because unlike your dear old daddy, we love you”, he delicately placed her palm on top of his growing bulge, “See how much we love you?”

A boisterous laugh resonated from the wooden stairs, loud thumps made their way down to the small room until they stopped by the door. “Everything’s ready and the engine is running”. Yuta grinned like the Cheshire cat.

Bryan leaned over her and cut the ropes with a pocket knife. He caresses her hair, places a small peck on her lips, and whispers “Let’s get out of here, shall we?”

[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!

[flipped-crypt]

Ok fine would y’all start loving me more if i posted my Jon moxley edits? 🧍🏾‍♀️(editvvision is my edit page on instagram)

[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

[cowboywritersworld]

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

Trying to help

General Masterlist | AEW Masterlist | Jon Moxley Masterlist

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."

[sultryfandoms]

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

Coming soon (like later)