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Jon Friggin’ Moxley
Y'all may now call me Miss Piggy cause his ass has got me squealing in the middle of the damn hallway. Lol
Just for you I got Jon Mox too!
Bruh let me show you all my pictures from AEW
clocking in for work again (watching dean ambrose edits)
lil jey and mox cuddle 🥰🫶
check out my joxley fic here
i know what ur thinking, but i built this ship and i will die on this hill.
check out my newest fic here!
i spent a lot of time on it lol ^^ i finished this art a hot sec ago and i was just WAITING to post these aahhhh
Move Your Body - [new fic!]
“Fuck…” Jey breathed as he shrugged off his jacket. Seeing Moxley sitting there on that chair, sweating, bleeding, smoking his cigarette… it already made him weak in the knees. The man’s eyes were on him as he stripped, watching in silence as smoke spiralled up towards the ceiling.
“C’mon,” Moxley leaned back on the chair and beckoned him over with a two-fingered gesture. “I’m lookin’ for some stress relief.”
here it finally is everyone!! go wild! let me know what you thought in the comments ^^ <3
KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR MY FANART !!
someone paypal my poor ass a ton of money i gotta win a bid for a dean ambrose jacket fr 😔
I feel like there aren’t that many Mox-centric stories out there, and this one was so good! The passion, the bickering, all of it was so well written!
Glassy-Eyed Affinity
Jon Moxley x OC
Rated M for Mature
Requested by @cawcawmotherfker, “Are you sure that’s what you want? I could really hurt you.”
OC and Moxley show us what happens when you catch feelings for your coworkers but suck and relationships. This includes time jumps (and possibly a part 2 because I still don’t love the ending but I need to send this out in the universe)
I take requests if you like it here’s a Prompt List!
Masterlist
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Tossing over I grabbed my phone to look at the time.
2:19 am
“Ughhhh,” I moaned and sighed throwing my arms down on the blanket. I grabbed my phone and looked at the last message he sent me.
“Sorry. I’m just going to hurt you.”
Christ that man was full of bull shit.
Keep reading
FUUUUUUUUUCK THIS IS HOT AND I LOVE AND AGREE WITH ALL OF IT.
Appropriate song mentioned at the top is appropriate.
Mox head cannons! NSFW or fluff whatever you want girl! :P
OH HELL. You guys are actively TRYING to make my inner whore leap out now. Okay, here we go. I love you for this, by the way.
18+ only. I know what a whore I am when it comes to Mox or Hangy. So I do not trust myself to keep this squeaky clean, not tonight on this tuesday, with WAP at my disposal on spotify.
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┎ Mox in a word... Dominant. A man on the prowl and you’re his next target. Motherfucker is smooth too, you won’t see it coming when he sets his sights on you. And you can try to resist, but it’s like they say about Vegas.. The house always wins. Mox will get you to himself. And you will love it.
┎ Loves to hold your hands above your head. Long and slow drives deeeeep into your pussy. Only after he’s got you absolutely dripping and screaming for it, of course. He’s not into quick fucks if he really wants someone. The more time he takes with you in bed, the more you know he gives a damn. Because he’s not the best at actually saying it a lot of the time.
┎ J E A L O U S AND P R O T E C T I V E as fuck. Let another guy even look at you the wrong way. That fight mode kicks in and he’s there behind you, literally out of nowhere. “Fuck outta here, she’s got a real man already. And guess what? It ain’t you.”
-- On this tangent, if he really loves you, there is NOTHING he won’t do to make himself look like the best version of himself in your eyes. He genuinely wants to be a better man. He’d die a thousand slow and painful deaths before admitting you have that kind of power over him, but there it is.
┎ He doesn’t dance. Unless he’s drunk. And then it’s groping, mouth filled, swaying until your back hits the wall and your legs wind up wrapped tight around his hips. And naturally, the focus strays from his rare sweet and goofy moment to the fact that he can feel you soaking through your panties when he covertly slips his hand up your skirt or down your pants to cop himself a feel and watch your eyes cloud with lust as your head falls back and you both struggle for breath and somehow manage to moan his name.
┎ Very into blindfolds. And hot/cold play. Especially cold play. He’s pushed an ice cube almost painfully slow over your entire body with his tongue before. And we’re not even talking about the ‘mint before oral’ trick. Because goddamn. Goddamn.
-- on that tangent. while he might not be as messy as others are at oral.. He knows exactly what he’s doing and he fucking prides himself on it. He knows how to angle your body so that his tongue damn near causes your eyes to roll back in your skull every single time he takes a lick. He’s also a self competitor.. He got you off three times last time? you’re going to four, if he has to tie your hands. He’s not stopping until you’re shaking and dripping.
-- additionally, his favorite place to leave marks are your pelvic mound and along the insides of your thighs and holy fuck... man bites down. Not enough to really hurt but enough that when you rub your thighs together while moving for the next few days you feel this dull little ache and remember exactly why.
┎ Oh.. He’s packing. And he knows it. And he knows you’re very well of it. Has no shame in grabbing his cock and winking at you when he’s in a mood. The next thing you know, you’re being hauled up over broad shoulders and carried out. Because while he’s not ashamed at all of anything he does, he holds a certain regard for what happens in the bedroom staying in the bedroom.
┎ “Look at you, grindin against my thigh. Goddamn, kitten. I can feel you soakin my jeans right now.” - he absolutely LOVES having his thighs ridden.
┎ Loves, loves, loves pain. The rougher you are with him, the better. He’s growling and biting at you and grabbimg your hips and SLAMMING you down on his cock repeatedly until your seeing stars.
-- if you’re not into pain though, he will stop himself from hurting you. because he’s secretly a bit of a softie and that’s no dice for him.
Brodie, you are not the hottest champion in wrestling...
It’s a tie between:
And
Credit: @allelitewrestlings
Darby VS. Jon Moxley
Darby Allin x unnamed or x Jon Moxley
Warning: Smut and Violence
Summary: i might be dating Darby, but that will never stop Jon Moxley from getting what he wants.
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Darby Vs. Mox
I was touching up my makeup after my last interview. I wanted to make sure I still looked good for when Darby went out into the ring. Darby and I had been together since March. He seemed like a breath of fresh air from my last relationship. I had been with Jon Moxley on and off for two years. We met when I interned in the WWE for a bit back when he was still Dean Ambrose. It was right after he came back from his injury. We broke up once my internship ended and I had a job elsewhere. We reconnected when I got a job with AEW, but it got messy fast. His traveling to Japan became one of the major problems. I found out he was seeing someone behind my back. We broke it off a couple of weeks after AEW premiered on TNT. Darby and I started talking in December. It was perfect or seemed that way until his injury. I couldn’t see him as much due to work. I felt like something was up. Like he was doing the same thing as Mox, but of course, I was overreacting, wasn’t I?
I was reapplying my lipstick when the lights began to flicker. I raised an eyebrow as I looked up. I saw a shadow in the mirror. I jumped spinning around fast. “Jon!” I yelled. “What the fuck?” I asked.
He didn’t respond to me. He just watched me carefully as he moved forward. His eyes were locked on me. He looked like an animal stalking his prey. Once he reached me, he put two hands on either side of the counter trapping me. His scent hit me. The all to familiar scent of mint and cigarettes. I could smell a hint of his old spice body spray. What he always had used before a match. My heart was racing in my chest. My breath was unsteady. “Jon? What are you doing?”
He shrugged, “I could ask you the same thing, kitten. What are you doing in such a revealing dress?”
I rolled my eyes, “It’s for Darby. Not for you. We have been over for close to a year.”
“Mm,” he hummed in my ear. His gaze roaming my body. I had worn a red dress that hugged my curves, the neckline plunged pushing my round breasts on display. “Do you normally wear the dresses that your ex-boyfriend buys you to impress your new man?”
I scuffed at him, “It’s just a dress, Mox. It doesn’t mean anything. He might like it on me just as much as you did.”
“Okay, point taken.” He said as he lifted his hands of the counter and raised them in the air in defense. “But answer me one more question, why did you wear it when you had an interview with the ex that bought it for you?”
I crossed my arms across my chest, “I had one with Brodie too. You weren’t my only one. Maybe I just didn’t have time to change before your match with Darby.”
He looked around in the bathroom we are in. “Look, before I walked in, I am pretty sure you had a lot of time. So, I am pretty sure, I am not in the wrong thinking this dress was a little for me.” His fingers lightly touched the neckline of the dress following it down till it hit the top of my breasts.
I pulled my lip into my mouth as I watch his hand. He was wrong, wasn’t he? Could I have done it without noticing that I am doing it? That couldn’t be possible. I would know what I was doing. I couldn’t deny the fact that showing him what he was missing was something I craved. That but if petty revenge was something I really wanted. I also craved his hands all over. I really wanted him to take me right here and now.
Before I had a moment to speak, to lie and say he was wrong, his lips captured mine. He pressed me against the sink with his body. My arms instinctively go around his neck. His hands move towards the back of my thighs. He digs his nails in as he picks me up and places me on the counter, getting between my legs. His lips moved against mine. It didn’t take long before my body reacted with his and moved with them. He licked my bottom lip, hungrily begging for an entrance. I granted him and let his tongue slip past my lips. He explored it like this was the first time that he had ever been in there. I moaned softly into his mouth. The heat rising between my legs. I knew we didn’t have this long for him to be taking this slowly. Anyone could walk in at any time and catch us. I knew Jon didn’t care about that. He never did. When we were together, he told me that would do me in the ring in front of a live audience just to show everyone what he has and what they could never have. I tried not to wonder if he told any other girls this. I wanted to stay in this moment. Not think about how we could get caught, or how wrong this was, how I was doing Darby really wrong.
His rough hands move up towards my leaking core. Once his thumb started rubbing it through my thin thong, I was taken from my thoughts. Electricity running through my veins as he touched me there. My lips left his as my head rolled back. His lips connected to my neck. He kissed down until he found my sweet spot. His teeth sunk deep into. I gasped, my hips thrusting up. He chuckled softly. “You are so easy.”
My eyes narrowed as I moved my hands from around his neck and grabbed his cargo pants. I quickly unbuckled his belt, working his pants down. I reached my hand inside his boxers. His cock was hard as a rock. I spit in my hand before I wrap my hands around him. I start off slowly pumping it then I pick up speed. I heard a soft growl leave his lips. I moved to get off the counter, but he shook his head. “We don’t have time for that.” He spits in his hand rubbing it across his length to lube it up. I slipped my thong off before wrapping my legs around his waist pulling him close. He lined up and pushed himself in with a groan. “God, you are still so fuckin tight, kitten.” He growled into my ear. He gave me time to adjust to his size before he starts to move. His thrusts are slow at first, but very soon his movements become fast and deep. My nails claw into his skin. His one hand falls on the small of my back while the other wraps in my hair. I let out a soft moan as I thrust my hips towards him.
It didn’t take me long until he had pushed me over the edge. My walls contracted around him tightly pushing him towards his end. As soon as he started pulsing he pulled out as fast as he could. Ropes of his cum spilling all over my leg and the floor.
His breathing is ragged as he presses his forehead against mine. He stayed there for a moment before a voice came over the intern come. “Jon Moxley please report to the groilla. Jon Moxley.” He pulled away and kissed my forehead before he pulled his pants back up. “See you around, Kitten.” He winked at me before he left.
I was in shock as he left the room. What in the world had just happened? I didn’t have much time to reflect. I grabbed a paper towel and rubbed my leg off and got it off the floor. I pulled my thong back on and straighten my dress the best I could. I did my best to figure out a way to hide the after glow of sex, but it was no use. Maybe if I was lucky, no one would notice what had happened in the bathroom. I had done my best to keep my screams of pleasure just in the off chance someone heard. I didn’t like gossip, plus I just did something really bad to Darby. He just got back from his injury. I was supposed to be working on the relationship with him, not destroying it more.
I made my way out and walked towards the Gorilla. Darby smiles when he saw me coming. “There’s my beautiful girl.” He said as he grabbed and kissed me. “I love that dress on you.” He moved close to my ear, “I can’t wait til we get home tonight.” He whispered in my ear as he grabbed my ass.
There is a loud bang from the other side of the Gorilla. It was Jon. He tried his best to look innocent. He shrugged, “I didn’t see that there.” He wasn’t good at hiding his actual emotion from me. I could see the bit of jealousy in his eyes.
Darby rolled his eyes at Jon. His eyes soon moved back to me. His eyebrow suddenly raised. “What’s on your neck?” He asked as he moved a piece of golden hair.
“The curling iron.” I told him. I was trying my best not to sound suspicious. Jon chuckled softly in the background. I glared at him.
Darby looked between us. He was completely lost. “Is there something I need to know about?” He asked raising an eyebrow.
Jon shrugged, “Nothing, your girl is a clutz.” He said with a tiny wink towards me before he walked with the security guard to where he would be coming out of the arena. He grabbed his sleeves jacket putting it on. Both Darby and I had watched him do this and both of us had noticed the same thing. He had scratches in his back...scratches from me.
Darby’s eyes widened like he had just connected the dots. “What were you doing after your last interview with Allie?” He asked me.
I shook my head. “Just touching you my makeup.”
“Is that when you burned your neck? Because I saw your interview with Brodie. It wasn’t there. I didn’t see the ones with Mox or Allie, but I am going to guess the same thing.”
“What are you getting at Darby?” I asked . My voice was giving me away with how it wavered.
“I am getting at that it is odd how you have a mark on your neck that looks a lot like a hickey while he has marks on his back that look a lot like the ones I get right after we fuck. Do you want to explain that to me?”
I really didn’t want to explain it. I wasn’t sure how I would even explain it. I looked down at my black high heels. “He...came in the bathroom a little bit after my last interview...and..”
“And?” He asked egging me on. His arms were crossed on his chest. “What else happened?”
“He came onto me...he kissed me..and than I don’t know what or how.” I said rubbing the side of my face. My eyes were filling with tears. I felt so guilty, but at the same time I didn’t. I couldn’t explain this feeling. It just didn’t feel wrong what we did. I just hated hurting Darby. I was really nervous knowing that it was right before he had a match with Moxley. Darby wasn’t scared of hurting himself for a win. Now this was deeper than the belt.
I watched from the back. Darby’s music had hit first. He came out his normal way on his skateboard, but this time he had a microphone in his hand. I already knew this wasn’t going to end well. Darby nor Jon were much for talking. They both just wanted to get down to the fight. This meant Darby had something to say.
I bit on my nails as Jon’s music began to play. He came down through the audience even though there weren't many there now. It was his thing. He always said there just was a different feeling when he did that.
He seemed confused when he saw Darby in the ring with a mic. He shook it off as he continued on into the ring. He gave his belt to the ref.
Darby moved the mic to his mouth, but didn’t speak at first. He just paced. He acted like he was about to say something, but he never did. Jon stood there looking at him confused for a while. He couldn’t figure it out. It didn’t take him long to get sick of this and grab the mic out of the announcers hands. “Spit it out, Darby! People got places to be.”
“Do you have more of other people’s girlfriends to sleep with?” Darby snapped. There was a hush over the small crowd. The announcers didn’t even know what to say. Everyone, even my mouth had dropped.
“I really didn’t think you would be the one to have the balls to do this on national tv.” Jon shrugged. “But, she didn’t seem to have a problem with it. Just like you didn’t have a problem banging your nurse behind her back.” Darby’s eyes widened. My heart stopped. I couldn’t believe the words that Jon had just said. All the guilt I had felt for being a cheater was gone. It was replaced with anger. I didn’t know who I was more angry at. Darby for lying to me or Jon or anyone else who knew not telling me.
“You weren’t any different with all those girls you did in Japan. Is this your way of making up to her?”
“It wasn’t my intention,” he paused. “But, I can tell she must have not been getting fully satisfied from your little emo ass.”
Darby moved to say something else, but he ended up throwing the mic down and racing towards Jon. He knocked him back on the feet. Jon also threw the mic down and went after him, The bell rang as the match began. I eventually turned away. I was unable to watch it. I couldn’t believe it. Both of them cheated on me and both of them just made me look like a fool on live tv. I was walking back to the locker rooms when someone bumped into me from behind causing me to fall forward.
“Shit,” a voice said. I immediately knew who it was. “I am really sorry about that.” He said helping me up.
“It’s okay, Maxwell.” I said fixing my dress before quickly whipping my eyes hoping that he wouldn’t see. I looked at what he was holding. It was the belt. I could see little drops of blood on it. “What are you doing with that?” I asked.
“Oh, this.” He said as he looked at it. “It’s just a..uhh..I kind of hit Jon with it so he would lose.”
“So, you want to fight Darby? I didn’t think you were scared of a challenge.” I asked raising an eyebrow. “Darby would be too easy for you.”
“Yes, I like a challenge, but I also needed a reason to fight Darby.” He was getting really close to me. It caused me to take a step backwards.
“Why would you need a reason to fight Darby?” I asked.
He didn’t say anything. He just kept walking forward until I was against the wall. He trapped me with his arms before leaning down and kissing me. Once he pulled away, he spoke, “because there is a pretty little blonde I have my eye on. I still need a First Lady.” He said with a wink before walking away.
To Be continued...
Jon Moxley is a simple man of simple pleasures.
Ugh. I love them both so much. This post is exactly what I needed today.
I was deleting some pictures from my laptop and came across these
It’s a fucking struggle
