Love The Way You Lie (Jon Moxley imagine)
The reader becomes friends with benefits with Jon Moxley, she wasn’t expecting to fall in love with him. But her plans go sideways and things change between the two. Heavily inspired by Love the Way You Lie Part 2 by Rihanna. Pretty sure I’m gonna write a part two to this, so just let me know if I should please.
Warnings: a rollercoaster of emotions, you might end up crying, smut, ANGST, SO MUCH ANGST, fluff, cursing, an abusive relationship, there’s definitely a toxic relationship in here, if you think you’re going to be triggered,please don’t read this,smol beans.
Word Count : 4,188 shameless words
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When I became friends with benefits with Jon Moxley, I told myself there’d be no way in hell that I would fall in love with him. I had no idea how wrong I would be. Here’s how it all begun. When I became friends with benefits with Jon Moxley, I promised both myself and Sami Callihan that I would not fall for him. I had no idea how wrong I would be. Here’s how it all begun.
Sami Callihan was the one who introduced us. He was a close friend of mine that I had met a few years ago at a bar where we was both drowning our life problems in whiskey and he chatted me up, thinking he could get a one night stand out of me. But he didn’t and we just talked, laughed, and got drunk off our asses. I’ll never forget how I met Mox though. It was right after one of his matches with Drake Younger and he was soaked in blood, with his collar in hand.
Sami turned to me while we was waiting for his best friend to arrive from the ring then warned, “He ain’t like ever other guy here, babe. He’ll fuck you up and over without a second of regret, ight?” I scoffed and patted his cheek then declared, ”Sami, I deal with your stupid ass on a regular basis, so I think I can handle your unhinged friend.”
“I’m serious, (Y/N). He’s not someone to fuck around with.” I sighed and placed my hands on my hips then retorted, “Neither are you but here I am, where I’ve been for the last two years. I can handle it.”
He sighed and shook his head then muttered, “Don’t come crawling back to me whining and crying if you do get hurt.” I huffed then shuffled back a bit when I saw that Mox was coming through the curtain.
Sami clasped him on the back with a grin then stated, ”Damn good match out there, Mox. Bloody though.”
“ A’ways is.” Mox mumbled back, heading towards the shower, completely ignoring me. Callihan shot me a smirk then held up a finger then hollered, ”Mox, get ya scrawny ass back here right quick. Got someone I want ya to meet.”
“Don’t want no ring rat,Callihan.”Mox snapped, whipping around to level his best friend with his sky blue eyes and I jumped slightly at the wildness of his irises then felt my anger rise in my chest.
“I ain’t no ring rat, you dick. I’m (Y/N) motherfucking (Y/L/N). “ I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest. Mox smiled at me, but it was far from a kind one. it was full of menace. He stalked towards me and I thought that I would be able to hold my ground, only for me to back up as he grew closer then yelped as I found out that I was cornered. He tilted my head up to look him in the eyes before I snapped, “Get the actual fuck away from me before I castrate you.”
“Someone’s got an attitude. Bet I could fix that for ya, darlin’.” he chuckled before shoving me away from him like I was gum on the bottom of his shoe.
“Huh, guess ya was right. He ain’t nothing but a lil bitch.” I spat, brushing my clothes off. I knew it would catch his attention, especially since he was a man, and men never walked away when being called a little bitch. He whipped around then snapped, “You don’t know shit about me, doll, and if I have it my way, you never will.”
“C’mon, Mox, chill out. She’s just messin’ wit ya head.” Callihan pointed as he lounged against the wall, eyes closed. Moxley backed away then drug his index finger down my neck to my collarbone, causing me to shiver. He chuckled and leaned closer then purred, “You smell like fuckin’ heaven, darlin’. Maybe if you didn have that attitude, I might reconsider taking ya against this wall.”
“In your fucking dreams, bitch.” I snapped in return, shoving him away. He chuckled, brushing his hair away from his face, then walked away, leaving me breathless and my panties soaked. Sami turned to me, looking very amused at the scene that just took place in front of him, then asked, “Would ya kill me if I said I told ya so?”
“Actually, I think I would at this point. Now can your facehole, Callihan, and let’s go.” That was only when we first met though. The thing that everyone enjoys hearing however, is how we ended up as fuck buddies. It was about a month after we first met and I was hanging out at a bar when some random dude approached me.
“Damn, you’re fucking sexy.” the scumbag declared as I leaned against the bar with my back to him. He was beyond annoying and I wasn’t the only one who thought so. I had been also chatting with the bartender, who informed me of this, ”This prick is always here, harrassing the girls. Most of them have boyfriends, and he gets his ass smothered into my counter when the boyfriends see it.”
I groaned and hit my head against the counter then muttered, “Too bad I don’t have a boyfriend then . You see any guys willing to come kick this dude’s ass?” He scanned the room then replied to more under his breath than to me directly, ”I mean, I know this one guy.”
“Who?” I perked up when I realized that there was a chance that I wouldn’t have to break this fucker’s nose. He grimaced then scratched his head and grumbled, “Look over your right shoulder. You’ll see a guy with dirty blond hair and blue eyes with a white wife beater on. He’s a fucking psychotic ass motherfucker but he’s somewhat of a good guy. Just got a few screws loose.”
I turned away, still ignoring the idiot spitting all over my face, then begun my search for said “fucking psychotic ass motherfucker”, only to become very disappointed when I realized who he had described to me.
“Never fucking mind, I’ll do it myself.” I whipped around to face this guy only to find that he had been jerked off and away from the barstool by Jon Moxley himself. I growled and went to pull him away only to watch in fascination and slight horror as he rammed his fist into the douchebag’s gut and face, alternating between the two before he spat, “Get the fuck out of my face and don’t come near her again or I swear I’ll cut ya dick off and really make ya a real fucking pussy.”
The guy scampered off and Mox chuckled in a diabolical manner then turned to the bartender, ordering himself a bourbon on the rocks, before he grumbled, ”Why’d ya let ‘im hit on ya for so long? Thought you’d be one of those chicks that like breakin’ noses.” I scoffed then spat, “And I was gonna break his nose before you came over here and ruined my idea.”
“ ‘Scuse the fuck outta me then, Princess. I didn’t mean to ruin ya plans.” His apology sounded half assed and he seemed slightly drunk as well so I rolled my eyes then dipped back my drink before bidding the bartender goodbye.
What I didn’t realize was that Moxley was following me through the back alley as I weaved in and out of the streets, trying to avoid all the creeps and fuckheads that patrolled the lanes and shitty sidewalks, before he asked, ”What the fuck is up with ya? Ya hang out with guys like Callihan.”
I shot him a dirty look and replied, “Reason numero uno: At least Callihan has some sense in that horribly put together head of his. Please, he’s a decent guy.” He chuckled and began walking backwards to face me then I pointed out before he could get a word in, ”You’re gonna run into a wall or corner, or even a Dumpster if you don’t turn around and walk right.”
He rolled his eyes then raised his eyebrows as we turned again before he replied, ”Nah I won’t. I know these alleys like the back of my hand, darlin’. I know where I’m going. The question is, do ya?” I scoffed and answered, ”Yeah, it’s called my apartment. I’m going home and stripping down to my socks, before I take a steaming hot bath while watching Netflix. Where are you going anyways? Following me?”
“Ya got me, darlin’. I wanted to talk to ya for a while. I was a bit of a fucker when I first met ya.” I raised my left eyebrow then begun searching for my phone to check the time before I muttered, ”That’s a fucking understatement. Well, here’s my place.” We came to a stop and I noticed that he had busted his head open in the bar fight with that dickhead. I got lost in thought, taking in the realization that I had called that guy a lot of fucking names but then I remembered that I was a grown adult and I didn’t give a shit about how many cuss words came from my mouth.
“Hello? Earth to (Y/N)? What’d he do, slip ya a roofie?” he cursed, waving his hand in front of my face. I swatted his hand away then started up the stairs to my apartment as I said, “He didn’t slip me a roofie, I’m just a little out of it. Ya might as well come inside and sober up before you go out and get into another fight over a girl not in distress.”
“Ya was in distress, whether ya want to admit it or not.” he grumbled as he joined me to sit on the couch. I frowned then exclaimed, ”I was not in fucking distress, alright!? Get the fuck over yourself, Mox, damn.” He chuckled, his eyes slightly closing, and his voice rose in rose from the last time he spoke, ”Jesus fucking Christ, Callihan was right. Ya do refuse to say thank you for any fucking thing to any fucking body.”
“I could’ve handled it, you fucker! But you decided to be Mister Knight in Motherfucking Shining Armor, didn’t you. Well, fuck you!” I screamed, slamming my fists against his chest. He wrapped his hands around my wrists then slammed me against the couch, pinning my hips with his knees before he crushed his lips to mine in a searing kiss. I gasped for air but didn’t move away from his kiss as we battled for the top spot.
“Fuckin’ give up an lemme see that pretty pink pussy.” he chuckled, fully on biting in varied spots on my neck. I snapped my teeth at him but didn’t argue, only said in reply, “As long as I get to see your dick.”
“Well, you got yourself a deal then, Kitten.” he replied as I shoved him backwards and began stripping myself of my clothes, his eyes eating up the small show that I was putting on for him. When I finally reached my lingerie set and garter belt, his eyes darkened and his jaw dropped.
“Goddamn, no wonder Callihan wanted in your pants. You’re sexy as fuck. C’mere.” he ordered, beckoning me forward with his index finger after he pulled off his wife beater and unbuttoned his jeans. I smirked at him and turned in a slow circle before I stated, “If you want it, you have to come get it.”
He smirked and snatched me up by the wrist before claiming my throat with his free hand then warned, “I don’t run, sweetheart. Now, go lay down on the bed and don’t touch yourself.” I did as he said as soon as he let me go but didn’t heed his other warning. Instead, I pinched my nipples into stiff peaks and allowed my free hand to wonder down to my clit where I begun rubbing at a slow pace.
“Oh, so ya don’t fucking listen either. Great, this is going to be fun… for me at least.” he declared, wrapping his hand around his cock which I gaped at. He was long and thick and I couldn’t help but wonder how the hell he was going to fit inside of me. He smirked and drug me to the edge of the bed then flipped me over, forcing me to move my hands. I whined at the loss then yelped as he spanked me.
“You bastard! Don’t spank me!” I snapped, attempting to struggle out of his hold. Instead of him letting me go, Moxley continued to spank my ass and eventually I gave into the pain then moaned louder than I ever had. Mox chuckled at the sound then said, ”I fucking knew that you would have a pain kink.”
“Jesus, if all you do is talk during sex, then get the fuck out so I can get myself off.” I gasped as he flipped me onto my back again then he sunk balls deep into my pussy, a small scream escaping my mouth when he begun pounding into me.
“Goddammit, Mox! Don’t fucking stop!” I begged, scratching along his shoulders. He smirked and sucked several hickeys into both the skin of my neck and collarbones before he declared simply, “Beg better and we’ll talk about you coming, darlin’.”
“Fuck, don’t stop, you feel so good, my God, Mox, God, your cock is so fucking deep! Let me come, please!” I screamed, pulling on his hair as he pressed his thumb to my clit and rubbed slow, rough circles, a contrast to his pace that he was pounding into me. He pulled away a little then declared, “Come then, my good little slut.” I cried out as he sunk his teeth into my shoulder then arched into him as I came, body quivering and trembling.
Mox’s pace never slowed and his eyes only grew more intense as he continued to fuck me into the mattress, the springs squeaking at the strain we was putting on it. He tightened his hands around my hips then growled, “My good little whore is still taking my dick like a good girl. I think I’m going to enjoy this. “
“Fucking come in me, you fucking psycho.” I gasped, pulling harder on his hair. His eyes darkened and he leaned closer then ordered, “Slap me.”
“Are you insane!?” I shouted, slamming my hands against his chest. Mox raised an eyebrow then replied, “Of fucking I am. Now fucking slap me.” I slumped slightly against the bed and he growled in annoyance then begun to shout, ”Goddammit-“
I hauled back and hit him across the face as hard as I could manage and he groaned, his entire body shuddering as he came inside of me.
Our first big fight was the thing that got our relationship rolling downhill. And a ring rat was the cause of it. I was waiting backstage for Mox and Callihan to return from the ring when I realized that I wasn’t alone. She was pretty, with dark hair and smoky makeup surrounding her bright blue eyes, but I was still a little irritated with the fact that she was waiting for one of my boys.
“So, you know Moxley and Callihan?” she asked, my teeth grinding together as I answered, ”Yeah, but that’s really none of your fucking business, now is it?”
“You don’t need to be a bitch about it.” she grumbled in return, crossing her arms over her chest. I rolled my eyes at her pettiness but I wasn’t in the mood to deal with it. I just wanted to see Moxley and go home. But when he and his best friend arrived from the ring, what set me off was when he completely ignored me and continued to chat with the girl. I raised my eyebrows, severely pissed and beyond annoyed now.
I cleared my throat to catch his attention but he only smirked at me over her shoulder then winked at her. I gritted my teeth and snapped, ”Can I fucking have a word with you?”
“No, he’s talking to me, whore.” she retorted, and I only smirked in return before I winded my fist through her pretty brown locks then slammed her head into the concrete wall and declared in the calmest voice I could muster up,”If you do not get the actual fuck away from me, I might even commit murder instead of just beating your ass like I originally planned? Got it,ring rat?”
“Yes!” she sobbed, squirming against my hold. I shoved her away from me then turned to face Mox who was glaring hard at me. I tilted my head a little at him then walked closer before I stated in a low voice, ”I believe I told you that I wanted a fucking word with you? Now, let’s go have a fucking talk.”
We walked up to his room where he whipped around and shouted, ”What the fuck was that about?!” I scoffed and asked, ”You can’t be fucking serious! We’re fuck buddies and you still talk to those fucking whores who just want their hands on your cock that I ride every night?”
“Oh please, the only reason why I’m not fucking those ring rats is because then you wouldn’t sleep with me!” he growled, rolling his eyes. I shook my head and started to walk out of the room but instead of him letting me walk away, he grabbed my wrist then forced me to look at him as he screamed, ”Don’t fucking walk away from me!”
“Fuck you!” I shouted in return, slapping him across the face. His blue eyes darkened and I knew that I had fucked up majorly. I struggled against his hold only for him to return the slap. I cried out and he allowed me to fall to the ground, my hand flying to my stinging cheek. He ran his hand through his hair then exclaimed, ”Damn it! I’m fucking sorry.”
I shook my head and climbed back to my feet then begun walking towards the door as he begged, ”Please don’t go! (Y/N)!” I turned slowly and declared, ”No, Mox, I can’t do this anymore.”
“Damn it, don’t fucking leave! I can fix this! I’m sorry.” I froze at the use of his last two words then asked softly, ”What did you say?” Jon tangled his hands through his curls then growled, ”I’m fucking sorry, okay? Just don’t fucking leave.”
“Why? What’s the fucking point? It’s not like this is going to last very long, Mox. Jesus, you’re probably sleeping with that bitch anyways.” My words just kept coming and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t fucking shut up,”You’re no different than any other guy,Mox. You’re always going to trade me in for someone better than me,dammit!”
He again hit me and this time I was ready for it because as soon as he hit me, I returned it, this time never stopping with the abuse.
“You fucking prick! I hate you!” I screamed, continuing to punch and slap his chest. He never once backed away from me however and I couldn’t figure out why. I didn’t care at that moment though. I just wanted him to get away. I shoved him into the coffee table and it shattered in pieces under the pressure of his body and it seemed like he was on his feet again in a matter of seconds before he retaliated with another slap. I sobbed and curled into a ball on the couch, tears pouring down my cheeks, and I couldn’t seem to stop. He knelt beside me and laid his head on my knee and that’s how we stayed the rest of the night.
But that wasn’t the worst of it all. But I’m assuming you’re wondering when I realized when I was in love with Jon? In fact, it was the same morning following our first big fight.
I woke up and realized that he was gone. I sighed and slouched against the couch before I walked over to the mirror that he had hanging on the wall. It wasn’t much but it showed me what damage had been done last night.
My cheek was bruised and I ran my index finger along the tender skin before I stifled a small cry then turned to see Jon walking into the room holding a small box. He gave me a small smile and set the box down on the couch before he murmured, ”A peace offerin’. A “I’m sorry, babe.” present.” I walked over to the so called peace offering and peered inside of the cardboard then gasped when I realized what was inside.
“Mox! They’re adorable!” I squealed, picking up the little grey kittens. He smiled sheepishly then informed me that he found the box just outside of the compound, just shy from being under the roofing and he didn’t want them to get sick from the rain.
Yeah, I know. That didn’t make up for what he did to me, and what I did to him but that’s when I realized that he cared for me and that’s when I realized that I was head over heels for him, even if it was bad for us. We had several more occasions like the first fight but they escalated from there on out.
But the final argument that we ever had was over something I never thought we would talk about: my true feelings for him. I had confided in Sami about it but it was one of my biggest life mistakes.
“When was you going to tell me?! I thought we agreed no catching fucking sappy ass feelings!” he screamed, bursting into my apartment door. I sighed and stood up then declared, ”I don’t want to talk about this.” He shoved me back then shouted, ”I don’t give a shit about what you want! I fucking told you no feelings.”
“I am so fucking sorry, it’s not like falling in love with your crazy ass was exactly on my list of mistakes to complete in my life!” I screamed, pushing him back. Instead of him screaming back at me immediately like I thought he would, he just pinned me to the back of the couch and roared in my face,”I fucking thought you could handle the no strings attached, fuck buddies thing. I guess I was fucking wrong! Stupid whore!”
I struggled to get my pinned arms free and when I did, I hit him as hard as I could manage in the face. That was one of his many pretty features and by the time I was through with him, I planned on having his body rearranged severely. That would teach him a lesson on toying with people’s hearts.
“Stop it, goddammit!” he snarled, reaching for my hands. But when he couldn’t succeed with that task, he instead grabbed me by the throat and I tensed entirely, in fear of what he might do to me. He leaned closer and I couldn’t help but look into his eyes. They were confused and hurt. But there was something else that I still,cannot, till this day, tell you what it looked like.
“Let me go, and we can end this right fucking now. All of it. You can walk away and go back to the way that we was before we met each other.” I choked out, staring deeply into his eyes. He shook his head then declared, ”I can’t let you do that.”
“Let me go,Jon, and walk away from me or accept the fact that I’ve fallen for you, despite you and I practically beating each other senseless. I only see two options here, Mox, and either way, it doesn’t look like it’s going to end well for either of us.”
“Don’t make me choose. You choose. You’re the one who fell in love with my crazy, ugly ass. Now choose.” I shook my head the best I could then muttered, ”You know which one I would choose and your ugly ass wouldn’t let it go through. So fucking get out of my apartment, Moxley. It’s clear that this fuck buddies thing, is fucking over. Get out. I don’t fucking want your mutt ass anymore.”
“(Y/N), please.” he begged, but still, he backed away from me. I shook my head and pointed wordlessly to the door after handing over his cat. We had decided that we would each keep one if we ever departed from one another.
“No more, Jon. I’m sorry.” I shut the door in his face and sunk against the wood then smiled faintly when Logan, my cat, curled into my lap and curled up in my lap for comfort. I scoffed and muttered, ”You fucking idiot, just add that to another mistake you’ve made in your miserable life.”
But little did I know, that wouldn’t be the last time I would come face to face with Jon Moxley. Or should I say, Dean Ambrose?