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Moxley-Master Masterlist

Just a collection of all the fanfics I’ve written on this account! I am active on my secondary acc little-wicked10

🥵 - Smut (18+ only)

💔 - Angst

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Dean Ambrose/Jon Moxley

Perks (Dean Ambrose x ofc) - 🥵When he’s not in the ring, he’s the lead guitarist in his band. Dean doesn’t exactly get to enjoy all the perks of being a rockstar until he meets a girl he plans getting back to his hotel and rocking her world.

Good Morning (John Shaw x ofc) -🥵💔 John Shaw promises his girlfriend he’ll always come home to her, but they both need some reassuring after he gets shot for the second time.

Slumber Party (Dean Ambrose x ofc) - 🥵Hadley and the guys plan a scary movie night, but Roman and Seth invite their girlfriends ruining friends ONLY night. That leaves Dean and Hadley to protect each other from the scary movies.

Mojo Rawley

Shut Up! (Mojo x ofc) - 🥵While Gronk and Mojo are downstairs in the gym getting hyped for another match, Mojo’s girl is upstairs trying to sleep. When she finally has enough, she goes downstairs in nothing but Mojo’s old football jersey and tells them to shut up. Mojo is surprised and oddly turned on by his angry girlfriend.

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He Talks You Through It Again..

Warning: Smut (18+)

"I know, mama. I know.."

He murmured reassuringly, his fingers carefully drawing light, teasing circles on your sensitive clit. His touch caused soft whimpers of his name to spill from your parted, plump lips while his plump lips soothed your hot skin with wet kisses.

You nestled comfortably between his legs, your back snug against his warm, bare chest while he leaned against the headboard. With your head gently resting against his right shoulder blade, a rush of euphoric shivers cascaded through your entire body. His left hand gently settled on the curve of your left knee, and his thumb began tracing tender strokes along the surface. In the mirror attached to the dresser thoughtfully positioned in front of the bed, designed for moments like these, he couldn't resist watching the tender expressions on your face.

"That's it, baby. Keep em' open just like that.."

Your legs were spread open just like he wanted, with easy access to the sweet lips he enjoyed drinking the nectar from. Those silky, wet brown folds wrapped around his finger as he teasingly slid up and down your slit.

"You always keep this shit so wet for daddy.."

He spoke in that smooth, resonant baritone voice that always made your heart skip a beat. His lips moved with a mesmerizing precision, his well-groomed beard brushing against your skin with gentle strokes. His ears perked up at the sounds of your pretty moans he cherished deeply. The room seemed to vibrate with those moans blending harmoniously with the seductive whispers he breathed into your ear.

"Soundin' so beautiful,"

He couldn't help but let out a breathy moan himself as the warmth of your walls sucked his fingers in like a trap. Once again, you felt your pussy naturally conforming to his touch, as if every inch of your being was made to fit the shape and movement of his fingers. Your body always welcomed him effortlessly, his touch bringing a wave of relaxation that spread through you like a soothing balm. You felt safe and comfortable in his presence, and your body mirrored that by the way it responded to his embrace.

"Damn baby, you don't know what you're doin' to me.."

The way he melted into you left him feeling weak more than you could imagine. His body shivered listening to the soft gasps from you. As much as you were being pleasured, he found himself lost in his own euphoric cloud. The heat and wetness that enveloped his fingers made him let out his own gasps and moans, the sound mingling with yours. He was captivated by the sight of your pleasure, which only amplified his own. Watching you slowly lose yourself, feeling your walls pulse around him, hearing your voice fill the air. It gave him that fluttery feeling in his stomach and chest and was almost enough to bring him close to release.

"You hear that? That's that pussy beggin' for me to make it nut."

"Please," you pleaded, your voice a quivering whisper as his fingers kept grazing that perfect spot causing your breath to hitch and your body to arch involuntarily. His fingers played you like a finely tuned instrument, and the gushy sounds echoed through the room creating a wet symphony.

"Mmm, I love to hear you beg for me too.."

You could practically hear his lips curve into that devious smile before he pressed an open mouth kiss under your ear. His tongue could not help but trace a path from that spot and trace the outer shell of your ear. His dark brown eyes flickered up towards the mirror while he did so. Your lips parted slightly letting out a light gasp.

"Please what?"

The slick sound your pussy made was not as loud as the silence that hung heavily from you. How could he expect you to talk when his touch left you breathless, your mind blank from the overwhelming pleasure? He arched an eyebrow at your silence. Nothing vexed him more than feeling as though he was speaking to himself when his words were meant for you.

"Talk to me baby, I'm listenin'.."

"You k-keep hittin' my spot, I f-feel like I'm go-gonna pee…" you stammered. The stroke of his fingers made it nearly impossible to form coherent words. Your right hand instinctively reached down to grasp his and your left hand found his thigh, muscles taut and sculpted beneath your touch. You struggled to stay in control, your fingers shaking as you balance between holding on tight and giving in. It was the best you could do since running wasn't an option. You knew from his threat during your last session he would only find a way to push his fingers deeper into your soul.

"Mmm, but that's what I want, my love.."

He placed another soft kiss on your ear. His pointer finger gently cradled the bottom of your left cheek, with his pinky mirroring the action on the right. His middle and ring fingers, however, delved deeply into you. Those fingers began to curve gently, creating a subtle, teasing motion that caused heat to pool within you. After a few delicate movements, he suddenly shifted to a more vigorous rhythm, shaking his fingers up and down earning loud moans from you. His left arm encircled your torso firmly, holding you securely in place as your back arched against him once more. The strength of his grip against your soft skin grounded you making you surrender to him.

"Right here?" he questioned rhetorically, his voice a low murmur.

"Fuuuuccckkkkk.." You squirmed in his hold, unable to stay still as the pleasure overtook you. Your grip on his thigh tightened, while your grasp on his right hand became increasingly erratic, slipping and fumbling in response to the pace of his fingers.

"Ain't nowhere to go baby, I gotchu. Just let it go, let daddy have that nut.."

As if his voice wielded an irresistible command over your body, a rush of juices flowed naturally, coating his hand and dripping onto the sheets below. His fingers continued their wild, relentless movements, each stroke intensifying the sensations and sending your pleasure spiraling to new heights.

"Mmm, there you go baby. That's it.."

"Oh my fucking God,' You whimpered breathlessly, your brows furrowed in a mix of pleasure and desperation. Your gaze was locked downward, almost hypnotized by the sight of his fingers pumping in and out of you with relentless rhythm. He fucked you through your nut with no mercy.

"Fuck, look at that shit. You see that baby?"

He watched with you, his eyes tracing every contour of your flushed skin as the palm of his hand filled with your essence, droplets spilling onto the smooth, satin black sheets below. You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded, silently urging him to continue.

"Look up and look at me,"

He demanded, his voice carrying an edge that left no room for disobedience.

You closed your eyes tightly, a reflexive attempt to evade his command, and shook your head 'no' with determination. You simply couldn't bring yourself to listen; your body felt too weak, too consumed by the way he twisted and turned your insides.

His hand found its way to your jaw, its touch gentle yet firm as it lifted your chin, compelling your gaze to meet his reflected image in the mirror. Despite your reluctance, his stare drew you in, holding you hostage under his eyes.

"Daddy needs you to nut until there's nothing left, you understand?"

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I would simply pass away in his arms if he did this to me..

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Kink List #1- Dry Humping

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Paring: roman reigns x fem!reader

WC: 1,062

As you sat on Roman's lap, his words dripped with an air of dominance, sending shivers down your spine. "Alright, go ahead, and don't disappoint me," he commanded, his eyes burning with intensity. Jimmy's response was a simple "Alright, Uce" before he departed, leaving the two of you alone in the private room. As the door closed behind him, Roman's hand crept up your thigh, his touch sending sparks through your body.

"You've been grinding me on the whole time he was in here, haven't you?" he whispered in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. You felt your cheeks flush as you admitted the truth, "I couldn't help it, babe... you felt so good." Your hips swiveled slightly, rubbing against his thick bulge in his pants. Roman's eyes gleamed with amusement as he teased, "Feel good, ma?"

His free hand wrapped around your neck, holding you gently but firmly in place as he leaned in closer. His fingers brushed against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel the tension building between you, the air thick with anticipation. His lips brushed against your earlobe, sending a thrill through your body.

"I like that," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "I like it when you grind on me like that." Your pulse quickened as you realized where this was headed. You were trapped between his legs, his hardness pressing against you, and his hands holding you captive. There was no escape from the passion that was building between you.

As you continued to move your hips in a tantalizing rhythm, Roman's whispered words sent shocks through your body. "Keep going, ma, I want you to come like this. I want to see how much of a mess you can get," he breathed against your ear, his warm breath sending sparks through your body. You paused for a moment, feeling his words wash over you like a wave of desire.

"Like this?" you asked, your voice husky with need, as you continued to rock your hips back and forth, side to side. Roman's response was a low, husky hum of approval. His hand around your neck tightened slightly, holding you in place as his other hand slid up the curve of your thigh, lifting your skirt to reveal the black lace thong that was strained against his hardness.

As he gazed at the tantalizing view before him, his eyes burned with desire. You could feel his gaze like a touch, tracing the curves of your body, lingering on the way the lace teased against his pants. The air was thick with tension as you ground against him, the fabric of your thong rasping against him like silk.

He guided you along the length of his hardness, his fingers digging gently into your skin as you continue to grind against him. You felt a surge of pleasure at the sensation, and your body began to move in tandem with his, your torso rising and falling with each thrust.

"You know what happens when you grind on me while I'm trying to have an important conversation, ma," Roman murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. His grip on your neck tightened, pulling you closer as he continued to move his hips against you. "You know I can take you whenever and wherever I want," he added, his words dripping with confidence.

You couldn't help but moan in response, your body begging for release. "Yes... yes, I know," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your ragged breathing. "I need you inside me."

Roman chuckled softly, his eyes locked on yours as he continued to move against you. "You're going to cum just like this," he promised. "This is your punishment."

As he spoke, he tightened his grip on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he pushed himself harder against you. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling with anticipation.

"I'm sorry..." you managed to gasp, before Roman's hand came up to cup the back of your head, pulling you down into a deep kiss.

As you broke free from the kiss, Roman's hands dropped back down to your waist, guiding you as you raised your ass inches away from his bulge and slammed it back down onto him. The sound of fabric hitting against fabric and the wetness of your pussy filled the air as your thong became sticky and covered in a sheen of lubricant, leaving a visible mark on Roman's pants.

"God," Roman groaned, his eyes closed in rapture as he continued to move against you. "You're so fucking wet." he moaned. "Babe, I'm gonna cum," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper as your body began to tremble with anticipation. Roman's smirk grew wider as he gazed at the sight of you, helpless and surrendered.

"Come on me, ma," he whispered, his voice low and husky with desire. "Then I'll fuck you harder when we get home." The promise sent a shiver down your spine, and you felt your body begin to respond, your pussy clenching and unclenching in anticipation.

As Roman's words washed over you, a wave of ecstasy began to build inside you. It started as a gentle tingling sensation, spreading outward from your core like ripples on a pond. The feeling intensified, growing more intense with each passing moment, until it became a blazing inferno that threatened to consume you whole.

As the ecstasy reached its peak, you felt yourself shivering from head to toe, your body arching off the table as the pleasure became almost unbearable. And then, in an instant, it was over. The waves of pleasure crashed down upon you, leaving you gasping and trembling in their aftermath.

As you collapsed onto the table, Roman leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck. "Good girl," he whispered, his voice full of praise and approval. He slowly pulled your skirt back down, revealing your trembling form to him once more.

You felt his fingers trailing along your skin as he adjusted your clothing, sending shivers down your spine. His touch was gentle but possessive, reminding you that you were his alone. And as he straightened up and gazed down at you, his eyes burning with desire, you knew that this was far from over.

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He Loves To Talk You Through It

warning: Smut (18+), shoutout to @shes2real for inspiring me because they ATE DOWN with what they wrote today. Please go check their page out!

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One thing we all love and know Roman for is his way with words. He has a passion for talking, reveling in the sound of his own voice. Yet, as much as he loved to speak, it couldn't compare to the pleasure you felt listening to him.

"Tell daddy how much you love when I fuck you like this..when I look you in the eyes while I hit that spot."

His words always caressed your ears softly, even when they were rough and demanding. Whether he was pinning you down or had his calloused hands wrapped around your throat, every word he spoke felt like a sensual embrace, leaving you breathless with each and every syllable.

"Runnin' ain't gon do nothin’ but make me wanna go deeper.."

That man always makes you feel so many things at once. He has this incredible ability to be both rough and gentle, his words so sinister yet whispered through soft, angelic lips that set your skin ablaze. Your tender, supple skin is handled by his calloused hands, which somehow manage to hold you delicately, with the same gentleness he used to handle your heart.

"Eyes on me.." he commanded with your ass firmly pressed against his pelvis, his dick deep in you almost melting and molding into your wetness as he searched for that spot.

"And don't look away, at all."

You locked eyes with him, staring into his dark eyes through the bedroom closet mirror. That warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest consumed your whole body when he did this. He knew that making you look at him while he snatched every fiber of your being from you would not only make you extremely nervous but also have you begging for mercy.

"A pretty girl like you can't be fucked without me seeing every single moan leave those pretty lips.."

Your whimpers are like music to his ears but listening to them while you were faced down, ass up was never good enough for him. He thrived off having you pinned against his body, physically feeling you fall apart against his skin while you threw your head in the air and allowed your sobs to paint the room.

"Yeah, just like that. Fuck, baby girl. I got you.."

His muscles twitched and tensed against your backside as he held you close by your throat with the hand accompanied by his sleeve. Watching that arm flex as he controlled you practically had your essence dripping down his length. His beautiful smile lines deepened as his lips curled into that sexy smirk that had you swooning each and every time. He watched your eyes divert for a quick second to look at the tattoo. Jesus, he literally had you in a chokehold.

"Look at you, so fucking weak for me right now...melting in my fucking arms,"

Your eyes never left his, just as he wanted, locked in a soul snatching gaze. He felt your body crumbling with every word he spoke, but he held you up. Each heartbeat, each breath, each moan, whimper, bound you tighter to him,

'That's it mama, keep lookin' at daddy.."

He slowly continues his thrusts, being sure to aim for your sweet spot with each movement of his hips. His right hand always finds it's way to your clit rubbing in slow, agonizing circles sliding in between your slit to dip into your wetness and back to your throbbing pearl.

"Damn. You're so in love with me aren't you baby?" he asks before allowing his tongue to trace his lips.

The air felt thin, almost suffocating. You wondered how you could still look this man in the eyes while releasing soft, desperate gasps. Yet, each sound that escaped you, made him throb in response to each breath you made. Your hands clung to his wrists, not to push him away but to anchor yourself as the pleasure pulsed through you.

"You couldn't hide it if you wanted to, you're so damn wet for me..just for me" Your juices still coated his lips from the taste of you he had earlier. He moaned as his mind gave him a quick flashback of his feasting session earlier.

That moan rumbled through your ear almost pushing you to the edge. His fingers still toyed with your clit, pulling away and turning into soft, light taps when he'd hear your breath quicken.

"Aren't you?" he questioned again, this time a bit firmer. A bit rougher.

"Yes, daddy.." you choked out before your teeth sunk into your lower lip. His touch was still steady against your throat. It felt as if every sound trying to escape you was trapped by his grasp.

"Good." his low and husky voice brushed against your ear.

"Because, I'm just as in love with you.." he breathed out, another moan escaping his lips.

You weren't sure how much more of this sweet torment you could take, but you had no choice. The night would be endlessly filled with his touch and the intoxicating words that flowed from his lips.

"Aht, look at me while you cum, sweetheart. You better not look away."

"I just need you to nut one more time baby."

"That's it my love, give me that nut. Fuck, mmm, I love this shit."

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Very very random, but hope you enjoyed it!

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Immodest

GIF is mine.

Requested by @wickedsunfire

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: Public Sex, Fingering, Exhibitionism, 18+, NSFW

Roman recommended we go to an open field today, which he said would be ideal for a picnic. I had prepared a little basket of food and beverages, as well as a blanket for us to sit on. I like going on dates with Roman, especially because I didn't see him very often, but I felt strange at the same time. This man has been touchy with me ever since he came home from his travels. I have no objections to it; in fact, I love it. It was just...odd. 

Minutes later, I was sitting in the passenger seat while Roman drove the car. We made light chat on the way there, and my eyes squinted as we arrived. It was a big area of grass in front of a gorgeous stream of water. There were a few other people spread about the area who were having their own tiny picnic. 

“Oh my god. This is so pretty, Roman. How’d you find this area?” I inquired, and he merely smiled before shrugging and going to the trunk to retrieve our things. He led the way to a more remote location, a bit in the shade and a little in the sun. Roman set the basket on top of the blanket, which I had laid out. We settle in, and soon I'm wrapped in his large arms, gazing at the water. It was a peaceful mood until I felt a hand slipping between my thighs. “Roman, behave yourself.” I swat his hand away and roll onto my back. 

Roman kept his hands to himself for the next several minutes, but I realized it was a challenge for him when he began gripping my breasts. “Ro...” I say with warning. “You don’t scare me, mamas. Just let me touch you.” He replied, his fingers slipping beneath my loose shorts and rubbing me over my thin panties. 

I gave in. I did, I couldn’t help it.  

My eyes shifted to the people on the opposite side of the field, but Roman only turned my head in his direction. “They can’t see us, baby. Don’t worry.” He reassured, his hand now creeping under the waistband of my panties, teasing me between the folds. I was already a mess as a result of his painfully slow motions, and I needed more. “Give it to me, Roman. Please.” I whispered against his lips, and he groaned, aroused by my eager whines and pleas. He takes out his phone and taps the record button, instructing me to hold it while keeping the camera focused on the hand buried beneath my shorts and panties. The camera recorded everything, from the minute he put his fingers in to the wet sounds heard as he moved them in and out of me, eliciting moans that I was struggling to keep to myself.  

“Turn on your side and give me the phone.” He murmured against my ear, tugging my shorts and panties down to my ankles. I was worried that we would be caught, but after I rolled onto my side, I found we were well out of sight of others. It took a few seconds before I felt him raise my leg and push his stiff member into my entrance from behind. His free hand gripped my waist as he began thrusting, deep groans pouring from his mouth like music. “Fuck, Y/N.” He murmured, the camera capturing all that was occurring and being heard. 

From him fingering me to him fucking me, I was so close that I couldn't hold it any longer. “I’m gonna-” He interrupted me in the middle of my announcement, going harder and quicker while hitting the perfect spot each time, prompting me to cover my mouth with my hand. “Don’t you dare cum without me.” He growled out. I nod, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. I soon heard the phone in his hand drop before he scooped me up and turned onto his back. My ass was now in his sight as he fucked up into me. I was far too engrossed in my pleasure to worry whether or not we may be seen. 

“Cum all over this dick, baby. Now!” He urged. My body shook as I did as told, resting my hands on his stomach to keep myself from falling over. When Roman came, all I could do was moan at the sensation of him filling me up. 

My eyes widened as I realized what we'd done. 

“Roman! What if someone saw?!” I shouted quietly, and all he did was laugh before picking up his phone and turning off the recording. “Then they got a hell of a show, mamas.” 

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Daddy give it to me pls 😔🙏🔥🔥

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Focused on leaving “Double Or Nothing” with the title around the waist 💪 [Double Or Nothing, May 23rd 2020]

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Im sure going to miss Dean Ambrose…

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Daily Photo!

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📹 credit: flex_lewis/instagram 

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The battle against the Inner Circle has just begun 💪 [Dynamite, February 5th 2020]

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“Eye for an eye” 👁 [Dynamite, February 5th 2020]

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“As far as next week… you throw Santana at me. You throw Ortiz at me. Throw the Big Hurt at me. Throw Sammy at me. Throw a tank at me!”

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#WWEFresno Candid from Zach Etchebehere on Twitter #SethRollins #MondayNightMessiah — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2SuxojP

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