My name is Ashley. Happily married but in love with Jon Moxley and Sami Zayn.
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Princess I’m In Charge
Summary: You are a wrestler, “The Queen of Beasts”, someone who doesn’t back down from a find, someone who doesn’t back down from challenges….not even large, handsome Scottish men who poses a challenge of an internal war of your own power and dominance, especially when it came to him and the feud you to were getting yourselves into. And Drew….has made you an offer you couldn’t refuse. You wanted to say you could refuse it…but deep down….you needed this.
Pairing: Drew McIntyre x Reader
Word Count: 14,632
Warnings: NSFW (18+), BDSM, dom/sub dynamic, intense smut, fingering, vaginal sex, choking, collar and leash, brat reader, daddy kink, scratching….it’s a lot guys!!! The Queen of Beasts gimmick is made up to fit the narrative I have for the reader in this case. Just an FYI.
~HIGHLY NSFW BELOW CUT. 18+ READERS ONLY!!!~
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@writinglionqueen So I saved this photo from google when trying to find a good picture of Drew’s thiccc thighs which lead me to this gif and now I’m a mess🥺
Is it weird that I have a thing for his hands? Like, they are big and I want them on me.
Wow we are truly blessed on this Sunday 🥰
Calling The Shots (Sami Zayn Imagine)
Sami Zayn x Reader
Warning: Smut. Power Play (kind of dom/sub). Deep Throating. Marking.
A/N: Had this idea for a while, a dommy Sami in the way I actually see him and not in the warped way I’ve seen done. I like the way it turned out. For @sunshinesamizayn
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~2100 words
It had always veered on the edge of romantic with you and Sami.
It had always veered on the edge of romantic with you and Sami. His friendly attitude made him a natural flirt even when he wasn’t trying, and platonic with him still meant many hugs and forehead kisses and nuzzles whenever you had taken a bump in the ring or got the win.
He’d become your best friend as well as your tag partner and that was no secret to anyone. Jumping into his arms and hugging him without a storyline or a celebration in the ring got talks in the beginning but eventually it didn’t even get a glance. Those two? Oh that’s just how they are.
But there were nights, on drives, in shared hotel rooms, when it had been more. When he first asked, quietly laying in his separate bed, if he could slip under your covers, you had seen no problem with saying yes. Nothing had happened that night, other than you sleeping like a baby. The next time, though, a few weeks later, he’d asked if he could kiss you, and when he did it felt like heaven.
At first, your fear lie in a few places. Sami was your best friend, your partner, someone you counted on when things got tough. If it worked out, perfect, and if it didn’t, well. That possibility worried you even more than the higher ups catching wind and taking a dislike to it. You didn’t let yourself think about the nights of close bodies and heavy petting; he erased the idea out of your mind everytime he kissed you good morning.
Sami was just irresistible. Your history, your chemistry, if he wanted to pursue it, you weren’t going to be the one to stop him.
The first time was a bit of a fumble, quick and messy and you’d both come far too soon. But at least you could laugh, and afterwards there were lots of cuddles until you fell asleep (only to have your wake-up call ruin it two hours later). The second time he spent 20 minutes between your legs before he’d even taken off his shirt.
Sami for once, since he day you met him, let you take the lead. Gentle when you wanted gentle, rough when you asked for more. He’d learned your wants and needs, anticipated your moves the way he did in the ring, and god were you thankful for it. But you knew there was the more. The passion and confidence that he had in matches, the thing that people loved to see when he’d finally had enough. And you wanted to see it as much as you loved him following your lead to waves of pleasure.
It all came to a head one night in Orlando.
A few days off had bought you some much needed rest and relaxation, including a few uninterrupted, no-worry-about-wake-up-a-call nights with Sami. He’d planned your first sort-of date, a concert which you were ambivalent about but seeing him enjoying it, free and uninhibited, made it for you.
He was still amped up when you got to his apartment. Evident in the way he pressed your back to the wall as soon as the door was shut, taking your mouth in slow, deliberate kisses before you opened it to his tongue.
His hands gripped your hips tight to bring you as close to him as you could get. The bulge in his pants already evident, you made a point to push back against him with a little power.
“What do you want, baby?” he asked low and husky, immediately sending waves to your core.
“I want you,” you breathed out and he chuckled.
“Can you be a little more vague?”
You let out a laugh, running your hands along his chest. “You’ve let me call the shots every time now. I wanna see what you want.”
He rubbed circles where his hands lay on your hips, and asked with raised eyebrows, “You sure?”
“Well if you’re gonna hogtie me and swing me from the ceiling maybe not.”
It created the desired affect, the crinkling of the corners of his eyes, the sweet crescents where you almost lost sight of his eyes and his face was only pure joy. His laugh quieted and he pulled you somehow closer against him. “No, nothing like that. I just want you to be comfortable.”
“I’ve known you for four years. I trust you to catch me so I don’t break my goddamn neck in the ring, and I trust you now.”
His dark chocolate eyes studied yours, flicking from one to the other in hesitation, and then all at once you were his. The kiss no longer just wanting, but powerful. No holding back to let you lead the conversation your lips were having, he did what he wanted, waited for nothing. Your tongue following along in hot anticipation.
With his hands pressed firm on your thighs, he pulled back to command only one thing, jump, before you linked arms around his neck and did as you were told. Sami was strong, thick at his core and he lifted you as if you weighed less than nothing. He latched onto your lips once more on the way to the bedroom, taking advantage to bite your lower lip and work it slowly in between his teeth. Soft in comparison, but it thrilled you none the less.
He gazed at you in a way that sent a shiver up your spine as he sat you down in the bedroom. A moment passed, before his hands made their way up your sides, bunching your shirt as they went, finally signaling you to raise your arms so he could take it off. He threw it to the side and sighed warmly, looking you over. You raised an eyebrow at him but got no response, simply familiar fingers unhooking your bra and letting your breasts fall.
His eyes took the time to appreciate you, tongue coming out and wetting his lips. You jutted forward when he took the band of your bottoms in his hands, pulling you to him and undoing the button and zip of your jeans. He was rough, shoving down your underwear and pants in one motion, past your thighs until they hit to your feet and you kicked them away.
Your skin warmed under his touch. It traveled along your stomach, wound around to your lower back, firmly cupping and kneading your ass.
“Have you ever deep throated before?” he asked, his voice low, breath hot on your cheeks.
You couldn’t help but let out a little laugh, a mix of nerves and excitement. “Yeah, but not professionally.”
Sami took another moment to hold your body close, then jerked his head towards the bed. “Lay down. On your back, head on the pillows.”
You nodded and did as you were told. He watched you and moved to the buttons of his polo shirt, undoing them to pull it over his head. The attitude that seemed to overcome him was intoxicating. Even ridding himself of his pants was an act on control, his underwear coming off, cock springing into the air thick and proud.
He straddled your chest, making sure to keep your arms free, as close as he could until his cock was lined up with your mouth. You couldn’t help yourself and swiped your tongue across his balls, moving in vertical motions up his cock as far as you could reach. A soft chuckle escaped his throat, one hand bracing himself against the wall, the other coming down to stroke your cheek with his thumb.
“Are you ready?” His voice was smooth, calm and in control.
Bated breath betrayed your excitement as you nodded. When his hips tilted, your fingers splayed on the space where his thigh met his ass, and he started the slow push of his cock into your mouth. The head at first, pulling it out just enough and pushing until your lips closed around it. You moaned around him, his voice shuttering a little when he asked if you were okay, and you replied with a quick nod. One that brought your head up just a little, taking him deeper than his current position allowed.
His hips thrust lower then, his pace still slow and careful. You shivered at every reentry, sucking along the shaft. Then, at the depth of his thrust, instead of pulling away, he stayed there. One, two… five seconds ticked way before retreating. Your lungs filled with air, your tongue coming to lick at the spit on your lips.
Instinctively, you nuzzled into his hand that came to meet your cheek. He smiled and asked, “More?”
“Please.”
Elation tickled at your brain, opening your mouth for him to bury himself as far as he could go. This time holding it until you tapped at his leg, well short of panic. He didn’t pull out all the way again, pulling out to the head, and letting his cock fill your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. His breath sped up with every controlled thrust, not slow but certainly not the torque of which you knew he was capable. Despite the fact that the involuntary noises that escaped you didn’t seem all that attractive, wetness still pooled between your leg and Sami grunted above you, devolving into a delicious moan.
He pulled out quickly, screwing his eyes shut and stealing himself against the pleasure that seemed to creep up on him faster than he’d planned for. Still breathing heavy, he leaned down to hover over you, kissing your used lips thoroughly.
“Your mouth,” he breathed against you before lapping his tongue into your mouth. “Your mouth is spectacular.”
Lost in the kiss, you didn’t realize his hand moving up your leg, sliding to your inner thigh until his fingers circled your firm nub. You gasped into him and immediately swiveled your hips against his roaming digits.
“Already dripping for me.”
Your core was screaming and he was wasting no time. Two fingers thrust inside of you, moving slowly initially, stroking just so at your spot. His palm glided over your engorged clit, the dual stimulation with no sign of letting up making you grasp at his arm to steady yourself.
“I’m gonna hold your hands,” he whispered and you gave a shaky nod.
The work with his right hand didn’t stop as his left took both of your hands and placed them above your head, held in place with the weight he placed on them. All you could do now was writhe.
Desperate, aching, inching towards the finish line you leaned up to find some relief in his mouth only for him to retreat. He shook his head. “I like to watch.”
A whine tumbled out of your mouth. Your body overstimulated, the need rising in your sex until you were bucking against his hand as fast as his fingers were curling and pressing inside of you.
“Rami,” you locked eyes with him, a cry mixed with a gasp as your orgasm exploded through your nerves like a bomb.
“Yes, Y/N. Come for me, all over my hand.” Sami leaned in to pepper small kisses on your cheek, seeking out your mouth that you opened to him. Licking at him like a dehydrated woman to her last drop of water.
The lack of touch had created a void that you hated, even in the small amount of time, and Sami must’ve noticed. He let go of your hands and brought you into his arms, picking you up and flipping the two of you until you sat in his lap. You kissed and touched, running your fingers through his small curls and mussing them. Although momentary, the reward of Sami under your fingertips was worth the restrictions.
He pulled back, making sure you met his eyes. “I’m going to fuck you how I know you like it.” Sami took a second to push the loose hair behind your ear. “And I’m not gonna stop unless you tell me to.”
Excitement coursed through your veins. You nodded and he pecked you on the lips, just before his hand snaked between your bodies, and his fingers once again invaded your still sensitive cavern. He pumped them a few times, coating his fingers in your slick, then taking them out to wet his shaft with a few jerks of his hand. Without warning, he fucked into you, hard and unceremoniously.
Luckily his arms were around you, but you still wrapped your own around his neck, steadying yourself against his bruising thrusts. His size and girth were always welcome, but Sami being unruly, slamming into you without stopping, your nerves were already on edge. You didn’t hate it, far from, and whimpered into the air as he whispered words of praise.
Your body arched where his mouth latched onto your sensitive flesh. He sucked hard at the skin around your nipple, a pin prick of pain overwhelmed by immense pleasure, leaving behind little red splotches. All deep red enough to hint at a prolonged stay and he kept at it, moving to the other breast as you combed through his hair, holding tight to his bulging biceps.
When he finally finished, slowing the pump of his hips up to meet yours, he sat back to admire his work. “No one is gonna see these but me.”
A proud, possessive look came over his face. Sami, never insecure or second guessing about your feelings for him, was proud of you. Taking a knee to show you off during your entrance, always holding or touching you in some affectionate way in public. Selfishly maybe, but he wanted, and had said as much, everyone to know the best goddamn wrestler had chosen to be all his.
The sudden overwhelming flood of safety came fast. Your brain swirled, the freedom to let it all out in his grounding presence bringing fear of being vulnerable and the confidence of a soft place to fall. You rocked into him, swiping your tongue along his bottom lip. “Is that all you got, big boy?”
A dark chuckle emanated from his throat and he tightened his arms around you. He picked you up with ease, putting you on your back and securing himself in between your legs. Your butt was lifted off the mattress when Sami put your knees up on his shoulders, hands disappearing to fill you once again, until he leaned forward. You gasped at the angle change, nearly being bent in half as Sami brought your mouths together in the small space.
“Oh God, Rami,” your voice trembled as he pounded into you. No preamble, just a rough slapping together of skin as he hit places you didn’t realize you had.
Your fingers scraped down his back, before you caught yourself, not wanting to leave marks, and instead grabbing a handful of his hair. He hissed, his breath becoming faster, uneven. You had learned his tells, the desperate furrow of his brow, his inability to keep from kissing you as deeply as he could.
The last thrust he could manage before he pulled out ripped a loud moan from your chest, and you watched him give himself a few short strokes before he was emptying over your stomach, your name on his lips.
In the moments you both took to catch your breath, your hands roamed his thighs, his thick torso. You didn’t want him out of your reach but he got off the bed quickly, coming back with some tissue and a wet rag. He quickly wiped the cooling puddle from your stomach with the tissue, setting it aside before running the warm cloth over the skin to clean it thoroughly.
You sighed. His touch was warm as he ran the rag down your thighs, gingerly bringing it to your folds. He was gentle and the look in his eye had changed, the lust replaced with careful concern. The Sami you knew.
He moved then, up your body, leaving small kisses along exposed skin until he reached your marked breasts. His lips touched them feather light. “Do they hurt?”
“Not at all,” you chuckled, a hand cupping his bearded jaw.
You urged him up and he followed, finally kissing you softly. You hummed into his mouth as he pulled at you again, laying down to prop you up comfortably on his chest. His heat alone drew you forward and you melted into his side.
“So when can we do that again?” you asked, and he responded only by laughing and placing a kiss to your hair.
#sami zayn
Sami Zayn being Very Genuinely Happy™ during his entrance at the first Smackdown after HiaC
Sometime, Anytime
Dean Ambrose/Reader; 2355 words, fluff
As requested by a lovely anon!
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Dean’s your best friend. Nothing more, you always tell yourself, nothing but friends. There have been times, over the years you’ve known each other, that you think there’s something there, that there has been right from the start, but nothing’s ever happened between you. Not ever, and you could put that down to bad timing, because you never seem to be single at the same time, or maybe just your mutual emotional ineptitude, because, frankly, you both really suck at talking about your feelings, but it doesn’t matter. If you were meant to be together, you’d be together, and he means enough to you that you don’t want to lose his friendship, so you let things lie.
And you do love spending time with him, the rapport between you honed down over all this time into something so relaxed and easy that you honestly don’t know how you’d survive without it. Today you’ve prodded him into trying out a new climbing gym that’s just opened that a few of your other friends have been raving about, and Dean’s picking you up, but you’re running late, as always. You buzz him into your building, unlocking the door of your apartment so he can let himself in as you rush around, throwing stuff into your gym bag.
“Hey,” Dean greets you as he walks in. “You ready?”
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2.21.09 PWG Express Written Consent Generico vs Omega pt 2
Imagine marrying someone and he asks you to roleplay but his idea of roleplay is teacher-schoolgirl or librarian-client or some other boring shit? Excuse me sir, you’ve married a CERTIFIED fan fiction reader. We ARE recreating an entire Mafia-AU including a kidnapping, an arraigned marriage, fight to the death, enemies to lovers slow burn >200 000 word script, and I need it acted out FLAWLESSLY. You have unleashed a MONSTER, you good sir, and you have no idea what you’re getting into.
Because, of course, this adorable, social media illeritate man can't figure out Twitter.
Um. Can you not with that tongue, sir?
#jon moxley #mox
Man 👀🤤
Smut poll (hottest male wrestler)
If you are reading this I need your help. So one of my online friends are in the middle of a thirst discussion. We are arguing about who the most attractive men in wrestling are.
Here is where you come in: If you see this post please drop (a) name(s) of a wrestler that you find extremely attractive. It can be from Impact/WWE/AEW/NJPW or any other that I may not have listed. It would also be appreciated if you could add a pic of the people however you don’t necessarily need to. Thank you so much y’all you guys are the best.
My favourite thing about fanfiction is that I can fall in love with the same characters a million times over but each story is different yet still has that familiarity to it- a feeling like coming home.
Dean Ambrose + Character Traits - Part 1 (Part 2)
Please excuse this polite, generic stranger. He’s got places to be, places to LET’S! GO!
Uncle Deano… I knew you’d come.
New Beginnings -Ambrose fic
I wrote a long, slow burn Ambrose/OC fic which consumed my life for a few months. It’s one for a rainy day.
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11722130/1/New-Beginnings
Sami Zayn dancing to Samoa Joe’s theme at WWE Geneva. I stan one (1) legend.
Olivia Bradley has dreams of making it in the WWE, wearing stripes. First, she needs to prove herself at NXT level, and receives advice and guidance from a wrestling veteran.
Join me as I write my first Sami fic, gonna be a long form, slow burn.
This man will be the death of me.
REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.
Please.
i'm a simple being, i see mox and i
I'm in desperate need of new Sami Zayn fics. Fluff, smut, I don't care. I feel like I've read them all. Please send me your favs.
#sami zayn #el generico #battery man