The Wolf and His Red Riding Hood (Jon Moxley x Female Reader)
Imagine: Please make a Wolf Jon Moxley x reader, like fluff, tons and tons of fluff!
Warnings: Wolf AU and sooo much fluff
Pairings:Wolf!Jon Moxley x Reader
The voice within roared into life and it was hungry, so very hungry but this was the norm living with the beast within. It cried out for the touch of another flesh, for the thrill of the hunt and most importantly the pull of the mate under the full moon. You had lived with this secondary voice since the day it awakened. It terrified you at first, as you had no idea what it all meant and how you could live with this new part of yourself.
The beast was wrathful, it was angry but it also wished to keep you safe. It was your protector but it wanted to live like a wolf should, running with a pack with its mate by it’s side. You found yourself at odds with your own inner wolf, you couldn’t force a relationship just because your beast wanted to feel whole, safe and surrounded by a pack.
More often than not you fought back, pushed down the wolf as you struggled for control, for dominance. It was a daily struggle but of late, your wolf had been terribly quiet as if it was waiting for something or someone. You shook your head, trying to push back the possibility that your inner beast knew something was coming, that it was plotting against you. Why would it? It was part of you, part of your very identity in the ever changing world that you lived in.
You had recently been welcomed into a small but lively pack, it’s alpha couple treated you like family, you were in their eyes their baby sister. You were to be protected as their newest unmated member. They made you feel safe, cared about but still your wolf was not completely content. It shifted in your mind, the discontent and sorrow washed over you in wave after wave.
It wanted more nay it needed more
With the full moon rapidly approaching, you were tense, on edge. This would be the first shift surrounded by others. You were no longer alone to suffer the agony as it bit at you, it felt as if you were being pulled apart from the inside out. The shift, the transformation from woman to wolf was heightened, intensified by the lull of the full moon. It was your mistress and you heeded it’s call regardless of where you were.
The moon was both cruel and loving, it brought pain and suffering but it also brought unity. In that moment, you and the wolf were one, one body and one mind. It was indescribable, you longed and feared that short time under the light of the moon. It was days away but it was there lingering in the forefront of your mind as you shuffled through the hallway, looking for your alpha and his mate.
Lost in your thought and not looking where you were going, you found yourself colliding into a hard, firm body. The force of the contact was enough to knock you backwards but you didn’t feel any pain. You had closed your eyes, waiting for the moment when you hit the ground but nothing came.
Your eyes flew open to find Jon Moxley staring down at you. His arms wrapped around your waist holding you up, keeping you from colliding hard with the concrete floor. Your eyes widened, shock at the very sight of him before you. Why had he stopped your fall? He was a lone wolf who rarely was seen outside of the ring, outside of work. He kept pretty much to himself.
Yet here he was helping you
You clammed up, your words escaped you. You couldn’t hold his gaze for too long. The scent of unclaimed, unbound alpha male intoxicated your senses. Your wolf roared back into life, it scratched and fought with you mentally. It wanted to take control, it wanted to submit to this alpha, this compatible wolf. You placed your hands upon his chest, clinging to his t-shirt and pulled yourself up and back to your feet.
“I….I’m sorry about bumping into you” You stuttered over your words, being this close to him was sending you round the bend as you tried to calm your wolf, trying to remain in control. It was relentless. It knew what it wanted, Jon Moxley. His hands still lingered, you could feel them as his fingers drew circles in place.
A smirk pulled across his lips, his eyes darkened as he continued to stare down at you. Jon leaned in close. “Tis nothing doll, seems I’ve caught little red riding hood” He answered. His words dark and heavy as lust wrapped around each individual word.
Your face lit up, color brushed over your cheek upon hearing his reply but he wasn’t finished speaking. “I’m not letting you now that I’ve found you my mate” His words were full of intention, it both terrified and excited you. Your inner wolf purred, the word mate twisted and turned around in your mind over and over again. You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your lips.
Maybe this was a new start, something you had been denying yourself
Life with Jon was something you hadn’t been expecting. Behind closed doors, there was still an edge to him that couldn’t be shaken. It was part of him, part of the journey of where he had been. You wouldn’t change anything about him.
Explaining to your pack about finding your mate, well it had easier than you had initial thought. They had accepted him with open arms which he had quickly rebuffed with sharp, well placed words aimed to hurt and push them away. Jon wasn’t easily swayed by the notion of simply joining the pack. He had made his intentions very clear, you were his mate regardless of if you were part of a pack or not.
The nickname Red stuck, in his eyes he was your big bad wolf in every inclination of the word and you were his red riding hood. Only he would protect you from everyone who dared to even look at in your direction. His anxiety, his overprotective nature was to be expected as you were his mate, his end goal, his world outside of the ring that came before all others. Not that he would openly, verbally admit to this.
You chuckled to yourself, clutching your pillow to your chest as you lay in bed, thinking of Jon and his tougher than nail persona. You had seen behind the curtain, you had seen the real Jon Moxley and you loved every inch of you.
“Babe, I can hear you giggling to yourself. Don’t make me come in there” He called, his words echoing from within the bathroom. The water still rushing, the shower still was running as he kept one ear focused upon you, always making sure that you were safe, that nothing was wrong. “Come and get me, you big bad wolf” You teased knowingly, your words light as a feather as you playfully enticed your lover, your mate to return to bed, to your loving embrace.
Your eyes were fixed upon the door frame, the sound of the water being turned off told you that he had taken the bait willingly. He was coming back to bed, dripping wet but things would heat up quickly enough that you would forget about the water as his wet flesh collided with yours.
After all a little water wouldn't kill you
