JON FUCK'N MOXLEY

PRIVATE RP BLOG.

[m0xicity]

An independent roleplay portrayal of Jon Moxley. I do use his real name from time to time, so if that bothers you, this isn't your place to be. To interact with me I do ask for age to be above 21+. I think that's pretty obvious as to why and a fair request. NO one liners. I have the right to deny anybody trying to roleplay with me, meaning if I block or ignore? Don't take it to heart. Roleplay is suppose to be fun, my feelings and comfortability comes as priority. If you have any questions- feel free to message me in a private DM.

[m0xicity]

Forever & Always, my baby girl.

[m0xicity]

PSA/FYI ->

If you waste my time, you'll be blocked. I don't give second chances and this is my page, my hobby to get away from reality. I don't have time for people to pick favorites and string me along if they don't intend on following through.

[steenericooh]

[kingsmemes]

「   RP MEME :   NONVERBAL PROMPTS.  mix of violent, caring, touching and non-touching prompts.  」     SEND PROMPT '+ REVERSE' for the inverse to happen. for example 'bandage + reverse' for the receiver to bandage wounds on the sender.

[ BANDAGE ] : sender bandages a wound on receiver.

[ GUIDE ] : sender puts a hand on he receiver's back to guide them somewhere.

[ WAVE ]: sender waves down receiver to get their attention.

[ SIGN ]: sender raises their hand to sign to receiver. what follows can be anything the sender desires.

[ LIFT ]: sender lifts receiver's chin to look at them.

[ LIGHT ]: sender lights receiver's cigarette/candle/etc.

[ FIND ] : sender finds receiver beaten and/or bloodied.

[ PIN ]: sender pins receiver against the wall during combat/sparring.

[ GET DOWN ]: sender tackles receiver out of the way of danger.

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

[ CAUGHT ]: sender finds receiver somewhere they aren't supposed to be.

[ TRAP ]: sender traps the receiver somewhere they don't want to be.

[ DARLING ]: sender touches receiver's cheek.

[ SNATCH ]: sender snatches receiver's wrist as they turn to go.

[ STAB ]: sender stabs receiver.

[ DRAG ]: sender drags receiver from point a to point b.

[ SIT ]: sender sits on receiver's lap.

[ EN GARDE ]: sender and receiver get into some kind of fight.

[ DRUNK ]: sender finds receiver drunk.

[ BLOOD ]: sender walks into receiver's room covered in blood.

[ FLOWER ]: sender offers a flower to receiver.

[ HOLD ]: sender reaches to hold receiver's hand.

[ BRUSH ]: sender brushes a strand of hair out of receiver's face.

[ NOTE: ] sender writes a note for receiver. the contents are whatever the sender decides.

[ EYES ]: sender notices receiver looking at them.

[ STOP ]: sender raises hand to signal the receiver to stop in place.

[ TAP ]: sender taps receiver on the shoulder to get their attention.

[ WAKE ]: sender gently wakes receiver from a nap or otherwise.

[ MORNING AFTER ]: sender and receiver wake up together for the first time after a night of passion.

[ BLANKET ]: sender drapes a blanket over receiver's shoulders.

[ HUDDLE ]: sender and receiver huddle together in an effort to stay warm.

[ TUG ]: sender pulls receiver away from them.

[ PUSH ]: sender pushes receiver away from them.

[ BULLET ]: sender shoots receiver in a non-lethal area.

[allelitewrestlings]

AEW DYNAMITE • April 22, 2026

[m0xicity]

> > FOLLOW & SHARE

[proletprincess]

love is something you do with your teeth

[moxleyrollins]

"This is for us. I couldn't have done this without you."

SEVEN YEARS AGO TODAY: The Shield's Final Chapter · 04.21.19

[chvmpiionsx]

(TXT ->) "Knock knock." // @m0xicity to Joe after Mania 😌

(TXT — Jon): I know damn well you didn’t just text me this when you could have knocked on my damn door.

(TXT — Jon): let me open this door and see your ass on the other side. I’m slamming it in your face.

[chvmpiionsx]

Despite the fact his back had been turned to the door, Joe had a smirk on his face. It meant everything to him that he had managed to win on the biggest stage of them all, and now he had his boyfriend to celebrate with? How could the night get any better. He slowly turned, that smirk still present as they locked eyes. “Thanks.” He said before closing the distance between them. He placed a hand against’s Jon’s stubble chin leaning forward to place a kiss against his lips. For some reason he couldn’t get over the fact that the Ohioan had chosen to do what he did instead of knocking, so it was only nature for him to tease him one last time. “This doesn’t give your ass a pass on what you did. Next time the door will be locked.” A shred of a chuckle slipped past his lips as he leaned in for one last kiss.

This might have been his 11th Mania experience, but everytime he added another latch to his belt, he couldn’t help but think back to that very first Mania, him, Jon, and Colby shared as a trio. “There’s only one Mania moment that even comes close to touching tonight.” He admitted, wondering if his lover would be able to pick up what he meant, without words actually being spoken.

[m0xicity]

It's crazy to think of how far his boy has come in just the seven years he's been gone from 'E. He's the third longest reigning champ in the history, having carried the company through covid and just through hard times in general. Fans loved the Tribal Ch1ef and that made him feel okay with not being by his side every day. Though some days were harder than others, finding himself missing that familiar coconut scent that's just simply his Uce. The small kiss is sure to be followed up by some bullshit, Joe's words gaining a roll of eyes; "Yeah? Next time you'll be celebrating with your hand, big boy." Mox winked with a smirk of his own.

The boots he's been wearing all day are kicked aside, shirt tossed beside his gym bag with jeans still on. Immediately realizing what the Samoan is trying to say about his favorite Mania moment- looking over with genuine longing written on his scruffy features. "Crazy it's been thirteen years, goddamn we're old." They were still in their twenties, so where did the time go? Would they ever be in the ring together again? "We got titles 'n Colby, well, he's fallin' the hell apart." He shakes his head with a small dimpled smile. "Poor guy."

[m0xicity]

@chvmpiionsx -> continued on from here:

The warmth of her mouth is more than enough to get him fully hard, not that it would take much in such a setting alone with a beautiful woman. Jon didn't remove hand from Willow's luscious hair until she asks questions he's sure she knows the answer to. Calloused fingers trailing down the soft features of her jawline, thoroughly enjoying how into this dirty talk she seemed to be. It intrigued him. A bit of tongue peeking between lips for a few moments while taking in her smirk and slither of tongue to tease his throbbing member.

He gripped at her chin, the final destination and forced her attention up to his own; Mox placed his free hand around her smaller one which is still wrapped in place at the base. "..you're quite the talker, aren't you." Neither hand let go. But the one above hers began to use Willow's, stroking himself in the way he would if he were alone. A low noise of approval escaping as eyes stay locked on her deep browns below. Fuck, he wanted more, needed to see more of her and this back and forth pillow talk isn't doing the trick. There would be plenty of time to spill secrets kept behind the scenes- well assured this wouldn't be the last time. "We both know ya didn't come here for my sexual fantasies to be revealed, babe." Jon leaned down, the younger woman's chin still cupped with a small smirk of his own. "Now, do I gotta rip off those clothes or are ya gon' be a good girl 'n do it yourself? I'll give ya a couple to think on it." Releasing her all the way before stepping over to grab a condom with lube from the side compartment of a bag. Even surprising himself he still had things available in case anything were to come up, which usually didn't. Mox turned to take a long swig of an opened non-alcoholic can he'd been nursing before she arrived, "Well?" Blues peered over to see what she's decided on.

[chvmpiionsx]

She seemed cool and collected on the outside, but on the inside she was internally screaming. There was something sexy as hell about the way he made her stroke him. She wanted to use her mouth on him more, but she liked him being in control of the situation even more. Willow sat there in silence for a few, just letting his words soak in. She could have easily taken them off, but there was part of her that wanted him to rip them off of her instead. Chalk it up to her wanting to experience the full potential of her deepest fantasy. “I don’t need to think about it.” Words spoken without hesitation. She chewed softly on her bottom lip, her eyes giving him a small up and down motion with her eyes as a smirk slowly emerged. She watched him grab everything he needed, her heartbeat quickening at the sight of the wrapped condom.

“I could be a good girl, but the thought of being bad is so…so tempting.” Especially since being the good girl was part of her routine. “You want me?” Her head tilted to the side as she went on speaking. “—then do what you gotta do.”

[m0xicity]

Willow's response isn't much of a surprise, she wasn't going to make things easy on herself because this is her fantasy. To be ravaged by somebody rough around the edges, somebody whose the complete opposite of her and doesn't do safe words. She knew what she signed up for as soon as she walked through the door of the Dea.th Riders leader. Mox drank down the remainder of his can to toss it in the trash, sighing as remnants are wiped away with the back of a hand. "Suit yourself." Cobalt hues took in how skimpy her clothes really were, not realizing until this moment. She's nearly popping out of the thin material of her shirt while shorts are pretty much daisy dukes. Did she dress like this for him? In hopes that would gain her entrance- when in reality he craved her whether she's dressed like this or in a potato sack.

Jon wouldn't go easy on her, no, she wanted this and he'd give it to her; "C'mere." He grabbed her by the throat to pull Willow to her knees in the bed- his free hand ripping the shirt material easily in half. No bra. Of course there wasn't a bra, her thick breast falling free with a jiggle. It made his mouth water for a taste as fingers were already messing with the button of her jean shorts. Leaning in face to face with hand still gripped around her neck- free hand entering her loosened denim below. She's soaked without panties too and he's never been more turned on in his life. Mox used two middle fingers to run between her hidden lips, breathing against twin flesh while forcing her onto back. Not taking much to yank down and toss aside the shorts. Already between her thighs, he captures Willow's lips in a hard lock with both fists on either side of her head to keep him hovered.

[m0xicity]

“don’t say my name like that.” (from hangman.)

Amused. That's what he was hearing the younger man speak back to him in such a way. An eyebrow rising as he turned to look at Adam whose standing his ground- why? Mox is unsure. "Shit, my bad. I didn't know there were different ways to say your name, Cowboy." Now the slightly taller is fully turned with hands slipping into jean pockets. Shoulders lifting some. "Care to enlighten me. How should I address ya, huh?"

[colby-black-rollins]

There were plenty of ways people said his name, even if they were only calling him cowboy. Stephen liked the way Jon occasionally said it with a sort of drawl. He didn't like some people saying it at all since they tended only to say it in a way that made him feel ill or like he had eaten something too sweet or sour and it made his jaw ache. Those people could stick with Adam, or Hangman. "Outside of work? Can call me Stephen." He doubted the Ohian would use it but he told him anyway .

[m0xicity]

It's clear that the man before him was wanting to make things more personal than the in ring stuff they were use to keeping the line business only. Everybody called him Jon, or Mox if you were really close in the friend group- so he didn't need to introduce himself. "Stephen." A small nod of acknowledgement. "Wouldn't have guessed that to be your real name, maybe like Jake or.. Beau." The Ohioan grabbed and placed the back strap over one shoulder, Championship on the other; ".. but yeah, Stephen, got it." Once he checks the time on his phone he slips it in a hoodie pocket, raising eyebrows towards the blonde. "Is this where we are suppose to go get drinks or whatever?"

[m0xicity]

@reneepaquettelive -> continued on from here:

All the years they spent on this rollercoaster, never bringing himself to get too tangled up in it in fear that it'd end badly. Maybe she'd get tired of him and it would make things awkward at the work place. What if he couldn't live up to what a true relationship is suppose to be? Of course this is all the thoughts of a twenty something year old man compared to who he is today. There was still a bunch of doubt when it comes to putting yourself out there, bare, raw and hoping said person won't hurt you in the process. Renee leaning in closer with arms coming to take their place around shoulder locking behind his neck is all it took. That sweet subtle scent of her perfume left from the long day still creeping into his nostrils, intoxicating him. What really caused a warmth to flow over Mox like waves is her words, the kiss accepted and returned before she whispered into an ear. Referring to him as dessert pushed a button inside of the slightly younger stud- using strength to easily lift her from the back thighs and carry her. They were both discarded onto the bed with Jon above, hands running down to that bareness layer of flesh her white blouse leaves exposed. "I don't mind dessert first. 'Ve been craving it all fuckin' day 'n I won't tell if you won't.." He playfully grinned that chipped grin of his yet didn't wait for a response before capturing the blonde's twin flesh again. Not waiting for his wet muscle to gain entrance between her pearly whites, exploring her mouth in earnest.

[m0xicity]

They had found each other again, her following him to A.EW to magnify what he already knew- they were meant for one another.

Those quick pecks one after another had him grinning back. Slightly amused. Any outside person looking in would assume they had been together for years, when in reality this their second time even kissing. "I guarantee I could screw some shit up when given the chance." It wasn't Jon without a little witty response. Surely that's part of what drew the Canadian beauty in since their first meeting all those years ago.

The way Renee is exploring his face with little trails of her finger relaxes him to the point of almost giving in to exhaustion. A pay-per-view day is long and it's late, so when lips meet his he closes eyes to relish in their lip lock. Soft. Slow, this time. Jon's raspy tone escaping as soon as it's broken; "Wanna call it a night? Get into something more comfortable 'n I promise I've been known to be a pretty damn good snuggle buddy." They'd have plenty of time to explore each other, what's the rush? Especially when he's sure she's just as beat as he was.

[reneepaquettelive]

the giggling that escaped renee at his words could not be contained; it had always been with great difficulty for her to keep a straight face in his company but now she was free to do so and it came to her so easily.

"of course," she whispered as her fingers brushed down his cheek once more; her nails gently moving over his skin. "i don't know if we are getting old or these shows are getting longer," renee couldn't help but tease as she pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. gracefully, she removed herself from under him; her hand trailing across his arm before standing. the outfit of the evening was now something she was ready to change out of.

with a sway of her hips, renee moved towards the bathroom as she reached for a band t-shirt to change into before throwing a soft smile over her shoulder to jon. the sight of him gave her butterflies in the pit of her stomach, even after all these years. especially after all these years.

"whats mine is yours, if you need anything." she nodded towards the fridge; water bottles, juices, snacks were on display. and if some were jon's favourites, well, that was just a coincidence.

[m0xicity]

It wasn't like him to killswitch sex, ever. Just something with how they were so in sync showed him that it isn't entirely necessary tonight. Jon never wanted her to think that's all he was here for because waiting all these years, what's one more night? The way Renee touched him- softly and with care as if he'd break. That sent shivers down his covered body. A small grin left hanging on lips when the blonde removes herself from underneath him. Blues greedily taking her in from behind as she traveled into the bathroom- only issue being her legs were covered by the pants she wore.

Realizing he hadn't worn anything under the sweatpants, they are left on while slipping out of his Dea.th Riders hoodie to toss aside. Some of the snacks were indeed his favorites. They really did know each other that well. Mox didn't move from the bed, laying back underneath covers with eyes fluttering closed in wait.

[m0xicity]

"you're bleeding." // Daniel Garcia

@danielaewgarcia

When was he not bleeding? Jon didn't have many matches that didn't end in some bloodshed. Tonight he figured he was in the clear from a battle against B0wens which led to his opponent for the upcoming ppv to show up and throw hands. Maybe Will got a little too trigger happy in the moment, "Shit. Really?" He looked over at the smaller man whose eyes are peering in his direction. They arrived back in the lockerroom moments ago, a promo taken after the match ended so he's just now able to cool down. "Bastard got at least one shot to my temple, nearly knocked me out." A raspy chuckle escapes as he looks himself over to see where the blood is. Not having any luck.

[m0xicity]

He didn't ever turn away hands that wanted to help, staying put. Mox couldn't count on two hands how much worse it's been before in the years he's rode this wrestling career. Sewing his own nipple back in place. Remembering being told he wrestled a match with head wrapped, concussed and nearly about to be hospitalized. A small and apparently bleeding spot on his shoulder blade didn't phase him. "Sure, plenty." But seeing Daniel's big doe eyes singling in on it, seeming fascinated or eager to touch hit the older studs soft side. The kid still finding his footing in the group had Mox' walls further down for him.

"Hey, ya good?" He went to where the smaller is bracing himself, one arm lightly moving around with hand on Danny's waist. "Get yourself checked? Shit- ribs ain't nothin' to fuck with. C'mon. Sit." Jon didn't hesitate to settle beside him on the bench with a soft exhausted exhale. "Don't ya worry 'bout me when ya have yourself to look after. Got it?" Pale hues avert next to him with a playful side grin.

[danielaewgarcia]

"yeah, its nothing," danny nearly babbled out; eager to not show any slight discomfort in the older man's presence. still, he followed mox with the eagerness of a puppy, not that he realised any of this even if social media sometimes pushed it in his face. did they not see how funny mox was every time he spoke? how was danny supposed to keep a straight face. it was actually unfair of people to expect that, he thought to himself.

the touch brushing over him brought danny back to the present as his own smile tugged on his lips at the sight of mox's grin. "they said to ice it and i was gonna - " but he got distracted, because of course he did. the only time danny truly had concentration was in the ring and around mox it seemed. okay, he was lying if he didn't admit the other death riders scared him into concentration but it never held up for a length of time.

"i'll do it later," danny promised and looked up from under the lashes of those doe eyes of his. a beat of silence passed over the pair as he pushed up his death riders hoodie that he was almost certain was actually yoots to see his bruising skin.

[m0xicity]

Danny started to sound like him when he was a little younger. He didn't need to get checked, ribs would heal themselves and ice? The hell was that going to do when he had a full bottle of Jack to make the pain go away. These were all the fucked up things he'd think to himself as he went through those independent wrestling days. He didn't have older veterans around to kick him in the ass, set him straight unlike Daniel. If he wasn't around there is always Claudio or Pac to refer to and that's the beautiful thing about the Dea.th Riders. Even Marina could give some good pointers when needed. "Never nothin' when you're in pain, bud." Mox stood to grab then throw on a zip up hoodie over his bare torso. He's still clad in wrestling pants and boots. "C'mon. You'll come back to my room, ice up while I get a shower. A'right?" It wasn't a question. Definitely more of an order as he's zipping up his luggage to head out for the night.

[m0xicity]

It's crazy to think about hitching himself to another person again. Never seeing this kind of future whenever he was in his twenties. He figured he'd stay single, play the field here and there while wrestling until his body just couldn't do it anymore. Maybe have a dog too to grow older with, but being married? It didn't have a spot in his younger brain, neither did kids- that was still in the 'never going to happen' category. Wait, could she have a kid? Was it possible? These are things that should be asked and answered, of course, but he didn't want to make Kyleigh feel like some monster.

"Oh, so you're just like your mother with diggin' on the humans? Nice. I came across the right Lycan then. Though I could probably have any fall in love with me with just my raw sexual magnetism." A smile is pressed into her neck but grew when the joke is made about biting, letting his teeth lightly graze her skin; "Mm mhm, I think ya just want me to bite ya." Mox whispered close to the woman's ear before nibbling her lobe.

[lunarruled]

Too bad she wasn't one of those beings that could read minds because when Jon got quiet like he was now Kyleigh knew he was thinking. And man did she wish she could hear those thoughts. He must still think she was crazy, telling him all this shit and just expecting him to be alright with it. Just say that's cool, so we're still what we are right? Trying hard not to let her negative brain tell her that this was just some cruel ass joke she continued to run her hand over the back of his head, the action becoming soothing to both her and the beast. Her nose nuzzled along the side of face, loving the way his beard felt against her skin. When he said that line she had heard so long ago she couldn't help but laugh, wanting to elbow him in the side but instead just letting the joke rest between them. "Yeah I guess you humans just have something about you."

If he ever asked her Kyleigh could tell him a million reasons why she chose him, but she got the feeling he knew some of them. His passion for what he did, his sometimes just act now and think about it later nature, how far he was willing to go for what he believed in. And when the moments were like this; his willingness to let his guard down and show her his softer side. A little groan escaped her when she felt his teeth graze her skin, fighting hard not to let that bubble of desire that stirred up take her over and ruin the moment. "Maybe I do, what you gonna do about it?" Should she challenge him like that? Probably not. But it was early in the night and Jon didn't seem to be too tired at the moment.

[m0xicity]

It's sorta crazy how this has been going on for a couple years, the back and forth. Disappearing then reappearing in his life like a game of hide and seek. But now aware of why- that it wasn't him pushing her away with his off the wall ways? It's like nothing else mattered. They were bonded with the secret of her true form. Mox wouldn't tell a soul regardless of who it is or what they'd do to him in order to get the information. "Humans? Nah. Me specifically? Hell yeah." A small smirk hidden within the kisses peppered along her neck to jawline. It was definitely a joke. He didn't think much of himself compared to a fucking wolf- but he could pretend. Obviously she's the alpha in the duo, knowing if something ever happened to without warning? Kyleigh could kill him, accidentally. It didn't go without a thought. Jon moved between her thighs using strength to hover above the smaller woman, small dimples showing; "Say it 'n I will. Otherwise ya get nothing.." A small tip of tongue is peeking between teeth to see how far he can push this talk of biting or marking.

[m0xicity]

I will try my best to get more replies out today. The pain is back, heating pad is sorta working, but I have work in 2 hours.

Love you, babes ✨️

[allelitewrestlings]

AEW COLLISION • apr. 16, 2026 📸: brainbuster_