#jonathon goode

what your worth jm x reader

plot: after being betrayed by what you thought was your family, Jon moxley offers you some advice

warnings: 18+ I started writing this when he was champion…dirty and naughty, technically smut if part 2 def smut, weapons, mentions of blood, wrestling in aew duh

You were furious.

Your faction…well old faction now had just kicked you aside, left you to get pinned and told you that you simply weren’t good enough for them.

Emotions high, your hair disheveled from the match, mascara running down your eyes, tights ripped your feet were moving quicker than your mind as you went down the hallway.

Sniffing, your eyes wet and blurry you didn’t even see the tall figure in your way until you collided with it.

His body didn’t even flinch, taking the pain as you cursed down to your phone that fell and most likely cracked.

Another thing that pissed you off today.

You breathed out from your nostrils in quick breaths until they stopped, your eyes connecting with the hauntingly blue irises of Jon Moxley.

The Champion, the bloody mess and the leader of the death riders who was now looking you up and down

the same you that looked a mess.

After a stare down with no room left in between you he bent down, not breaking eyecontact even when he was on his knees.

He rose up, passing you your phone that now felt like an afterthought.

You went to grab it but he pulled it away.

He breathed out before finally speaking.

“Don’t ever let anyone tell you who you are and what you’re worth”

The words were supportive but the tone sounded like a warning.

Passing you back your phone he shoved it into your chest where the crevice of your cleavage ended.

He left his hand there until you finally reached up and grasped the phone, both of your hands grasing eachother as he let go.

Your facial features hadn’t changed at all since you bumped into him although they were screaming to.

You couldn’t let him know of the effect that the champion had on you.

But the champion had an effect on everyone and he knew it.

Smirking he chuckled and walked away.

You didn’t see him in the hallways for the rest of the night.

But his words repeated in your head.

“Don’t let anyone tell you who you are and what your worth”

Though the death riders locker room, reeked of danger and could hold any possible weapon used in a death match your heart quickened in anticipation as you finally walked up to it.

Opening the door, all of the members turned their stoic heads

Marina nodded her head to the others, each of them walking out beside you with no words but your eyes were stuck on blue as the champions were stuck on yours.

When the door clicked to close you stepped behind to lock it but when you returned to face the man he was already right in front of you.

“I thought I warned you-“

“What am I worth?” you asked him, cutting him off

He raised his brow “I thought I said-“

“You don’t think of yourself as just anyone though” you taunted “so what does a champion like you think of my worth” you sounded out for him, his smirk growing

“So you did hear my warning”

“Loud and clear”

His hand, rough and callous quickly rose to your throat but you stood still, showing no sign of fear.

“You wanna be a death rider?” He asked and you smirked

“I wanna be a champion” you stated and stepped closer towards him, your chests touching as you both could feel each others heart beats which were both speeding.

“Are you scared?” He taunted

“Excited actually. What about you?”

“Ecstatic”

His movements next were quick. His hand lifted from your neck just to join his other hand, under the end of your wrestling bottoms and lifting you from the ground.

Placing you on the nearest table throwing his own body between your legs, the table which held chairs, kendo sticks and bats covered in barb wire he grabbed onto the hair tie in your hair, ripping it out and putting it on his own wrist.

You smirked “what you gonna tie up your hair” you bullied, taunting him on the lack of hair on his head before grabbing the tail of his beard “or you gonna tie this beard and have a man cave aesthetic going on”

You didn’t let him reply, instead pulled him in from the beard, letting him growl into you as you connected your lips.

It was messy, very messy but you didn’t expect anything else.

Blood drew from your bottom lip as he pulled away, biting it.

His hands moved from your waist, slowly making their way down to your ass, squeezing it hard before lifting you up.

You squeezed your legs around him, creating zero space in between his abs and your core.

“Now I heard” he started, lifting his hand to fix your now messy blowout you got before the show, holding you with one hand.

“What did you hear?” You hummed into his face, you now barely taller than him as he held you high.

He chuckled, the vibration of his body hitting straight to your core “I heard from pretty boy that after a round or two you get a little bit messy down there” he said

“Yeah?” You smirked, internally killing your ex boyfriend Maxwell.

“What else he say about me?” You ask, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer

He tensed

“Nothing more than what I’m gonna tell him next week”

Your eyes hardened, your grip tightened almost scratching out blood at the back of his head.

“Tell the locker room and you’re dead”

He just smiled, intrigued by the challenge.

“Tell the locker room what, nothings happened” he shrugged, your body still on his.

“Yet” you added and dropped down from his grip.

Though you swore you could feel your wetness start to drool down your gears tights you were not doing this in a locker room where you knew his little ‘buddies’ were outside the door.

You grabbed a painted black kendo stick with thumb tacks glued all over it.

“Want your shiny weapon?” You asked, walking backwards towards the door as an obviously hard Jon Moxley watched you walk away with his arms crossed.

“Gonna have to come and fine me to get it”

“What room number are you?” He asked, wanting to know where abouts in the hotel she was staying.

“Find out yourself”

You opened the door to see the rest of the death riders just as you thought on the other side of the room.

“Where are you going with that?” Marina sat up from her seat but you ignored her, walking away.

“Let her go”

With the death riders behind you, you smirked