Request: So I’ve been Watching A lot Of Jon Moxley Videos Lately To Reminisce. Can You Do A Imagine Where Jon Moxley And Reader Are Dating And He Gets Her Pregnant And He’s Very Reluctant To The News And Basically Disappears For A couple Months Trying To Process The Pregnancy But Comes Back Right In Time For When She’s In Labor To Come And Find Out She’s Pregnant With Twins And He Like Faints Or Something Of Hearing That The Rest Can Be Up To And Your Creativity !
“Fuck yeah!” Y/N screamed along with the crowd watching Moxley bash someone’s face into the uncovered turnbuckle. “Fuck him up!” She yelled.
Jon smirked, pointing at her and blowing a kiss before wrapping the dog collar around Nick Gage’s neck, strangling him into submission. The ref called for the bell ring and Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs for him.
He grabbed his title belt, jumping out of the ring as he mocked the crowd before making his way over to her side. He smirked, grabbing by the hair to pull her close into a rough passionate kiss. She returned it hungrily as people cheered on before he grabbed her waist with both hands to lift her up over the barricade with ease. With one hand thrown lazily over her shoulder, he lifted the belt over his head for the crowd as they walked through the curtain backstage.
“Told you I’d win if I had my lucky charm front and center.” He smirked, looking Y/N up and down.
“You never fail me.” She smirked.
Trying the handle of one of the janitor’s closet, she hooked her fingers into his trunks and pulled him in with her, shutting the door behind them and turning the lock.
“Now time for your reward.” She bit her lip, grabbing him by his scruffy locks and pulling him up against her.
He growled, biting her bottom lip before returning the kiss, his hands immediately going all over her body, raking his nails over every curve under her shirt. She let out a small moan and he pulled back, lifting it off her. He lowered his head to kiss the tops of her tits, working his tongue against her nipples expertly while she helped him with her jeans.
“God you’re always so good with those.” She moaned finding it hard to concentrate.
“Guess you could call me Titty Master Moxley.” He chuckled as he bit one of them, causing her to jump before yanking down her pants and turning her around, grinding his dick against her ass. “Goddamn, if this is my prize each time, I ain’t never letting this belt go.” She laughed, pushing back against him as she bent at the waist placing her hands on the door to hold for balance. Jon pushed down his trunks, spitting on his hand and stroking his dick to get it wet before he slid inside without warning.
“Fuck!” She moaned out.
“Shit!” He groaned, gripping onto her waist tightly, digging his fingers into her hips. “You’re always so good to me.”
He thrusted into her and she pushed back against him, meeting each stroke to the best of her ability, but Jon was an animal. Pure aggression and unkempt rage flowing through his muscles as he struggled to contain himself, through she never wanted him too.
He grabbed her by her hair, causing her to arch her back wincing at the pain but loving the pleasure and they both moved closer and closer to ecstasy.
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2 months later ….
Y/N stared at the positive pregnancy test in her hand. Jon would be coming home from the gym any minute. How the hell was she supposed to tell him? What would he think? He’d been admitent about not wanting kids. Not in the foreseeable future. He wanted to make a name for himself. He wanted to to make it to the mainstream.
Her stomach hurt. Her heart hurt. Her whole body ached. She was scared. She couldn’t be a mother. Not now. She was nowhere near ready. How the fuck should she take care of a kid when they were going motel to motel for the next CZW match. Kids needed stability. She was just a kid herself. She couldn’t provide for a kid. Not on Jon’s pay or her unemployment.
How the fuck could she be this stupid?
The door opened and a sweaty Jon walked in, dropping his gym bag on the ground, kicking off his shoes. He was dripping in sweat, his hair pulled into a small bun a the top of his head looking like pure sex on a stick.
Shit. That’s what got her in this mess to begin with. Why did he have to look so goddamn sexy all the time?
“What’re we eattin’ tonight, beautiful?” He crossed the small room, placing his hands lazily on her hips to push her back until her but hit the dresser, kissing her lips repeatedly.
“I – I don’t know, I ain’t been hungry.” She replied, “What’re you in the mood for?”
He gave a shrug, walking to the bathroom to run the shower, “Pizza’s good. There’s a menu by the door.” He called.
She could hear him fumbling with the shower curtain through the wall and walked over to the menu. Pizza was the last thing on her mind. She had to tell him the news. They’d be fine. They’d work things out. They always did. They’d been together for almost a year. Both of them working and downing whatever they could to make ends meet until Jon made it big. It wouldn’t be any different. Maybe she couldn’t pick up random bar shifts but they’d figure something else out.
It seemed like he’d only been in the bathroom for a second when she heard the water cut off and Jon walked back into the room.
“You order?” He asked.
“I’m pregnant.” She blurted before her mind could process what he’d asked.
Jon dropped the towel he was using to dry his hair, letting his arms drop to his sides and his mouth hanging open.
“Jon?” She asked after they’d stood silent for what seemed like hours. “Say something, please.” She said as tears started to blur her vision.
“Pregnant.” He repeated, running his hand over his damp hair as he started to pace back and forth. “Pregnant? How could you be pregnant? You can’t be pregnant. We … You … How?” He just kept mumbling.
“I am.” She confirmed, walking to the nightstand to pull out the other three tests she’d taken, handing him all four. “See.”
“Babe.” He stared at the tests. “Y/N. Fuck.”
“I know.” She nodded, letting the tears fall freely down her face. “I know. I don’t know how it happened, but it did.”
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck.” He groaned, slamming his hands against the dresser. “What’re we gonna do about it?”
“I don’t know. We’ll figure something out. We always do!” She answered, trying to convince herself just as much him.
“You want to keep it?!” He asked, stopping mid-step. “We can’t keep it. I can’t be a fucking dad! I ain’t ever had a dad. I don’t know shit about kids!”
“We’ll learn together!” She cried.
“I can’t breath in here.” He said, searching his eyes. “I need air. I can’t…”
“Jon! We need to talk about this!” She cried out as he started getting dressed, slipping on his sneakers at the door.
“Jon!”
“I can’t. I can’t be a fuckin’ dad. I can’t…” He kept repeated.
The door opened and closed behind him. She ran after him only to see him get in his car and peel off the lot.
“Jon!” She screamed.
He was coming back. Right?
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Months had gone by and Jon had never returned. Fear had crippled him. Fear of failing. Y/N always said that he never failed her but he knew he had. He’d fucked up royally. Leaving her in that motel room that night was the worst fucking thing he could’ve done. Not going back – not calling – all this time, that came second. He had hoped she would’ve found someone else. Someone to take care of her. She was always a quick broad. She was a survivor. Did whatever it took to make sure she was okay. To make sure he was okay.
How could he have let her down?
She was the only thing he ever gave a fuck about. Everything good in his life had happened because of her. How could he have abandoned her? He had to find her.
Searching through the numbers on his phone he came across her name. He had to make this right.
Calling the number, he listened to it ring. It rang and it rang without an answer. “Y/N. Pick up. I know you’re there. Please pick up.” He begged over voicemail before hanging up and dialing again.
It wasn’t until the 5th of 6th call that she finally answered. Her voice stearn, full of hate.
“Stop calling asshole.” She seethed.
‘Y/N!” He exclaimed. “Fuck – please don’t hang up.”
“I got nothing to say to you, Moxley, Goodbye.”
“NO!” He begged. “Please – just listen. I’m so fuckin’ sorry babe. I’m so fucking sorry. I should’ve never left you. It’s been eating me alive every day since. I just want to make it right.”
“You can’t make it right. Not now. Not ever.”
He knew the hateful tone in her voice well. It was just never directed at him before. He deserved it. He was the scum of the fucking earth but the fact that she hadn’t just hung up yet told him there was still a chance.
“Y/N. Just let me try. Please. Where are you? I want to see you. I’m fucking dirt, I know this, but babe, i love you more than anything. I got fucking scared. I didn’t want to fuck up and i ended up fucking this up because I’m a fuck up and that’s what fuck ups do. Just please. Let me see you.”
She was silent for an eternity, the only sound heard on either side was his heart beating out of his chest.
“Fine.” She replied, giving him the address then hanging up the phone.
Shit. That was 8 hours away.
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Why was she even going to give him the light of day? Why? It didn’t matter what he had to say. The way he hurt her… there was no going back from that. No sane person would ever let him back into their life. But god fucking damn it when had she ever been sane?
She looked at her belly. She was way past the point of seeing her feet anymore. Those days were long gone and she was due any day now. It’s like his spidey senses had tingled or something.
The only reason she was even considering seeing him was because ever kid deserved to have their dad in their life. Even if the dad didn’t deserve it.
It took so fucking long to get over what he’d done to her. How he’d walked out of that room and never came back. Leaving her with no car, just the money in her wallet and the clothes on her back. Having to call her mom after years of not speaking was the most humiliating thing she’d ever had to do.
No one should have to go through what she went through. Fucking Jon Moxley. Had no regard for anyone but himself.
Yet here she was. The stupid idiot waiting by the door, listening for the sound of the screechy motor pulling into the driveway of her mom’s house.
Her ears perked up as the familiar sound grew closer and she looked out the window to see the old ford mustang pull in. He walked out of the car looking like a goddamn mess but he had always been her mess.
He knocked on the door and she walked over, holding her belly to keep her balance before opening it.
Something switched in her brain and the site of him standing before her angered her to no end. She cocked her hand back and punched him square in the nose, causing him to stumble back.
“What the fuck!?” He yelled out, holding his now gushing nose.
“You fuckin’ asshole!” She screamed, feeling the pain of all those lonely months weighing on her along with the hormones of being nine months pregnant. “How could you!? How could you do this to me!”
He froze, taking a good look at her. She was still the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid his eyes on. Stomach and all, she was glowing. Fuck he’d missed out.
“Y/N I’m fuckin sorry! Alright! I’m fuckin sorry. I fucked up but baby I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you!” He groveled, grabbing her arms as she swung wildly at his chest, tears flowing down her face.
He suddenly felt something wet at his feet and looked down as she froze, staring down at the ground. “Did… did you pee?” He asked.
“That’s my water you moron.” She retorted before her eyes widened. “Jon… that’s my water…. My water just broke?!”
“What’s that?!” He panicked, sensing her panic.
“I’m going into labor!” She yelled, “I need to go to the hospital. Oh fuck. My mom’s still at work. Shit.”
“I can drive you, get in the car.” He ran over to the passenger’s door, holding it open for her.
“Shit, my hospital bag. Run into the house, it’s the last doorway down the hall. It’s a bright blue bag sitting right next to the door. Hurry!”
He helped her sit in the car and ran inside, opening every door before going to the last one almost tripping over the bag. He grabbed it, running back to the car and throwing it in the back seat.
“Shit, where’s the hospital?!” He asked, peeling out of the driveway.
“I’ll give you directions, you just drive and avoid any potholes. Last thing I want to do is give birth in this car.”
He did as he was told and made it to the hospital in record time. Y/N hadn’t stopped crying from the pain the entire ride. He was given scrubs and she was helped change into a hospital gown and given an epidural. Nurses had come and gone every 3 minutes to hook her up to machines and ask her questions and make her fill out forms. He’d been asked questions and he didn’t know the answer to any making him feel like an asshole.
Once they finally got some quiet time, Jon ran his hand over her hair, brushing it out of her face. “You ready for this?”
“Fuck you!” She cried. “Fuck you for skipping out on me for 9 months, letting me do this all by myself and now showing up to the fucking finale. I fucking hate you. I hate that you did this to me!”
“I know! I know i fucked up royally but babe you’ll never have to do anything alone ever again! I fucking swear it. Please just give me another chance. Please.”
She laced their fingers, squeezing tightly as she screamed through another contraction. “God you have so much making up to do!”
A nurse came in, lifting her gown before pressing a few buttons. “Well, looks like you’re ready down there.” She smiled softly, placing a hand on Y/N’s temple. “You ready up here?”
Y/N looked up at Jon, more fear in her eyes than he’d ever seen. “I’m right here babe.” He nodded.
She looked at the nurse nodding nervously and more people flooded the room followed by the doctor who took his place between her legs. She squeezed his hand throughout the pain, following doctor’s orders to push and breath in motion. She was like fucking superwoman. His body had been beaten and bruised but it was nothing compared to what she was going through now. He’d never been as proud.
Suddenly the cries of a baby filled the room and Y/N collapsed into the bed. The nurses helped him hold the baby and he’d never imagined being so in love with something. This was his daughter. He had a kid now. A baby girl with Y/N. The nurse helped him place the baby on Y/N’s chest, it instantly curled into her neck, quieting down. Holy shit it was beautiful.
“Alright, you ready for number two?” The doctor ordered as they took the first kid away.
“Number two?” He asked, raising a brow. “We… we’re having twins?”
Y/N saying yes was the last thing he remembered before it all went black and he hit the ground.
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His eyes opened slowly to fluorescent lights shining in his eyes. He was on the couch of a hospital room. His head pounding. The last thing he remembered was… babies. He had babies. Y/N had babies. Two of them. Holy shit.
He stood abruptly and he saw her sleeping in the now empty hospital room. Two small baby beds were at the food of the bed. His feet getting a mind of their own walking him over to them. One had a blue hat, one had a pink hat. The last name Moxley written on the name card.
These were his kids. He felt tears fall down his chest. Regret for letting Y/N do this alone eating at him even more. How could he ever even suggested getting an abortion?
God he fucking hated himself.
This was all he ever needed in life. He’d spend his entire life proving that to Y/N if that’s what it took.
“You ain’t skippin’ out again are you?”
He heard Y/N’s soft voice and lifted his head to see her waking up. He walked over to the bed, leaning down to brush her hair out of her face, kissing her head.
“No. I’m never leavin’ you three again baby. Ever.”
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