Missy Moxy's Recs

Word Count: 3527

Pairing: Dean Ambrose/Unnamed Original Character-1stPOV

Summary: Only one person can get her off, but he likes to play games

Warnings: Edging, Semi-Public sex

Notes: This is dedicated to @empress-with-the-crown. Happy Birthday, my Queen! I hope you enjoy some Dean love!

Tags: @sugasfatgf @wwevampireamongkpop @amballins-priestess @nerdlife0612

I don’t know how or when it started. The restless, desperate feeling slowly grew, deep in my gut, that somehow ended up pulsing at my clit. A hard throb, in time with my heartbeat. My panties were soaked, and a few times I dashed to the women’s bathroom thinking my jeans showed the evidence, only to find nothing. I was hyper focused on it, absolutely sure that anyone who looked at me could see a flashing neon sign above my head: HORNY HORNY HORNY.

I tried to pay attention to my job, but as time ticked on, my desperation mounted to the point where if I didn’t get some relief soon, I was going to burst into tears. And how was I going to explain to my co-workers that the reason for my outburst was I needed a dick in me?

If I was a normal woman, I could have used that time in the bathroom while checking the status of my clothes to maybe rub my clit to take the edge off. But I wasn’t. Masturbation was not my skill, something Foxy thought was hilariously funny. Who couldn’t get themselves off?

Me. I was that one in a million.

So that left one option, and I wasn’t even sure if it was possible. But as I leaned against the concrete wall in the back hallway of the arena, my eyes closed trying to breathe my way through the agony, I knew I had to try. Otherwise I was going to either claw someone’s eyes out or start rubbing on a chair arm to get some friction. Both ideas were not going to met with approval from the higher ups.

Stalking the hallways, I knew it was going to be hard, but I had to find him. He had this knack of hiding before shows, no one really knew why. Maybe it was so he could get into character, maybe he really was anti-social, all I knew was that every once in a while he was up for some fun, and at that moment, I needed him.

I turned a corner and to my surprise, I saw him standing in the middle of the space, talking to a producer. Dean Ambrose. I came to a halt, my stomach flipping. We generally didn’t interact much at work, maybe a quick hello or a nod as we passed each other in catering. For me to pull him aside, would that be weird?

Clad in black jeans, and a white tank top, a mottled color bomber jacket on top, he looked delicious. Close cropped hair, full beard, blue eyes, he truly was a sexy sight to behold. A sharp throb in my clit reminded me of my mission, and I edged to the wall, slowly walking until I was behind the producer, in Dean’s eyeline.

At first he didn’t see me. His hands were on his hips, and they were going over a script, the producer outlining exactly what he wanted Dean to say or do. But when he looked up, his blue eyes locked on me, and a sly smile ghosted on his face before it was gone.

I tilted my head, indicating that I wanted him to follow me. Dean gave a slight nod, finished his conversation with the producer, clapping him on the shoulder, then watched the young man walk away. I didn’t say a word, just turned and made my way past some equipment boxes into a dim alcove. Dean was right behind me, and when I faced him, I felt a gush of wetness flood my panties, nearly making me moan.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I know we don’t usually talk at work, but…”

The space was small, and he was almost pressed up against my chest. “What do you need?”

“You, I need you. Oh my God I feel like I’m going out of my mind!” I could only imagine what I looked like, flushed, the visible clenching of my thighs as I tried anything to quell the throbbing of my core.

A flash of mischievousness in Dean’s eyes, and then it was gone, and his face was contemplative again. “Really? What’s the problem?” He tilted his head, his body still not touching mine, but the heat of his skin, knowing what he could do to me, had me squirming against the wall.

Moaning a little, my eyelids drooped. “I am so turned on. I can’t focus.”

“Hmm,” he mused. “And it’s so bad you sought me out at work?” I nodded, my eyes begging him to do something. Anything. “You must be very desperate.”

It was then that he closed the fraction of an inch between us, his torso pressed aggressively against my left side, his thigh shoved firmly between mine, and his arm bracing himself against the wall. His sudden nearness, even compared to before, had my heartrate skyrocketing and my breath stuttering. I was in complete overdrive, and he hadn’t even touched me sexually yet.

“I am, I’m very desperate. I need your help!” My hand came up and gripped his bicep through his jacket. “Please, Dean. Please?”

Again, he hummed low in his throat, his blue eyes raking over my face. “Let’s see how I can help.”

A quick jerk of the button on my jeans and Dean’s hand shoved its way into my pants, past my panties, with two fingers deep in my core before I could even take a breath. A loud gasp, as if I had been unexpectedly tossed into a pool of water, tore through my body.

Dean glared at me, his face right next to mine. The hand previously braced against the wall came down and covered my mouth, effectively muffling all the noises I couldn’t stop from escaping. “Quiet, or you won’t get what you need.”

I locked my gaze with his, trying to use his stare as an anchor. His fingers slid from my pussy and I whined behind his heavy hand. Using the copious amount of juices from my body, he began rubbing my clit furiously, stopping every once in a while to dip back in to collect more.

“How does that feel? Is this want you wanted? To get off in a dark corner at work? Feeling my fingers fucking you deep and hard?”

With his hand still clasped tightly against my face, there was no way I could answer him. I wouldn’t have had a coherent response, anyway. My whole body felt as if I was going to explode at any moment. My hands gripped Dean’s jacket in pure desperation, my eyes pleading with him to finish me off.

I knew that it wouldn’t take long, not with my current state and Dean’s amazing skills, but I was still surprised when my orgasm started to build. My body pushed against his hand, and I leveraged myself up to my tip toes, simultaneously trying to get away from the building pressure and press closer to the release I knew was coming.

Suddenly, Dean stepped back, pulling his hands away from my body. The keen that came from me sounded tortured, and truly I was. Looking up at him, he grinned at me, chuckled, and walked away. “I have a match.”

I watched him go, confused and ready to cry. Quickly straightening my clothes, I stepped out of the alcove, seeing Dean turn the corner into Gorilla. Across the hall from me was catering, so I stepped in, hoping to find something to distract me from my overwhelming thoughts.

In the corner was a TV showing the live feed. A few other superstars were milling around the area, but no one I really wanted to talk to. I made my way over to the TV, hearing Dean’s music hit both in the arena and on the TV. He walked out, his gruff, cocky, ice cold stare planted on his face. As he sauntered down to the ring, my eyes caught sight of his hand. Two fingers seemed wet. Like dripping wet.

Mentally, I clocked the time it took him to walk to Gorilla, as I saw him do, and then for his music to hit. It wasn’t more than a minute and a half. And there were no bathrooms in the area of Gorilla.

As Dean stepped into the ring, my heart stopped. He hadn’t washed his hands. My juices were covering his fingers. And he had a match.

I stood there frozen. Mortified, and even more turned on than I was before. I wasn’t even sure how that was possible. Why didn’t he wash his hands? Or dry them off, at least? He could have wiped them on his pants, a towel, the ring apron, anything.

His opponent’s music hit. Baron Corbin made his way to the ring and stood toe to toe with Dean, who had finally taken off his jacket. He still held his hands open and away from his body, not listening as Baron started trash talking.

The bell rang and Dean was on him, throwing punches and rocking Baron off his feet. As soon as he was on his knees, Dean swung around behind him and shoved his fingers in Baron’s mouth. The same fingers that had been inside my pussy only minutes before.

Baron’s eyes went wide in confusion, and I saw his tongue dart out, almost unintentionally, tasting what Dean had offered him. My stomach clenched, my thighs quivered, and I felt light headed. Even watching Dean pull his fingers out, reposition so that he was pinching Baron’s nose, and then again put his fingers back in his opponent’s mouth, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Dean’s expression was smug satisfaction.

Whirling away from the TV, I ran out of the room, confused and desperate. I was desperate for Dean to finish what he started, and desperate to understand why he walked away.

***

Every movement had little cries or keens coming out of my throat. I was sitting in a folding chair next to the girls while they were getting their hair or makeup done, my legs crossed. Then uncrossed. Then I turned to the side, then I moved back.

Restless was not the word for what I was. I was edgy, and I was getting confused and concerned looks from everyone within earshot from me as I tried to stop the clenching of my core. My panties were ruined, and I had taken them off an hour ago. They weren’t doing any good anyway.

The conversation around me sounded like a dull roar. I couldn’t focus on anything or anyone. I drifted during conversations, then blushed when I realized I had no idea what had been said to me.

A tap on my shoulder had me looking up, finding Dean Ambrose standing over me. I had tried to find him after his match, but as usual, he had disappeared. Actually, I had assumed he had left, as he normally did. But there he was, his intense blue eyes locked on mine, his mouth twisted in a tempting smile. “Can I borrow you?” he asked.

I was shocked. I couldn’t remember a time he had ever sought me out, so I nodded and stood, ignoring the questioning looks from the gaggle of ladies behind me as I followed him through the halls of the arena. Taking my elbow, he opened and door and guided me inside a dark closet, closing and locking the door behind us.

“Dean—”

“Shh.”

His hands pressed me against the wall and his hands fumbled at my jeans. Immediately my body began thrumming, and I arched into his hands when he tugged my pants down. Fingers found their spot inside of me, and his low voice was against my ear, causing chills to break out across my body.

“Still so wet? Do you still need what I can give you?” He didn’t let me answer, his teeth finding my earlobe and nibbling gently. “Did you see what I gave Corbin? A small taste. The only taste he’ll ever have of you, right? Because when you need to get off, who you come to? Huh? Say it.”

“You. I come to you,” I panted. I didn’t know what Dean’s issue with Corbin was. As far as I knew he wasn’t interested in me, nor I in him. But Dean must have picked up on something that neither of us were aware of.

My hands went to wrap themselves around his waist, but he pushed me away, ignoring my groan of frustration. Even in the darkness, I sensed Dean dropping to his knees, yanking my jeans further down my thighs. With force I didn’t know I’d appreciate, he shoved his face between my thighs, humming at the gasp I let loose. My hands found his shoulders, and I hunched over his body, my pussy riding Dean’s tongue and mouth, uncaring if I was hurting him, smothering him, or drowning him.

My body was not my own, all my instincts begging me to find my release and be sated. My hips thrusted forward and backwards, ignoring Dean’s hands as they tried to slow me down. All my frustration and agony of the day was bearing down on me, and I wanted, no needed, to explode.

One of Dean’s hands came up between us and he shoved against my chest, causing me to stumble backwards against the wall. His mouth never detached from me. Leaving the hand pressed against me, he used his other hand to sneak around my leg, pressing three fingers deep inside of me.

“Dean!” I yelled. Fuck who could hear us. I was too far gone. “Oh please. Please fuck me with your fingers. Oh my God. It feels so good!”

One minute he was there, and I was in rapture, and the next he was gone, the closet door opening and closing as he left the room.

Once again, my stomach dropped low into my stomach, my body screaming for friction and release. I was standing on the edge of a precipice and all I wanted was to be pushed off.

Yet once again, Dean Ambrose called the shots, leaving me high and dry. Groaning with frustration, I passed a finger over my clit, trying to see if I could just do it myself. After a few tries, my body continued it’s cool down, ignoring my attempts and I angrily yanked my jeans up, turning to kick a bucket beside me.

I was going to get off tonight. No matter what.

***

Just a short while later, I had given up. I was visibly shaking, sweating, jumpy, and extremely paranoid about the wetness in my pants. The looks I was receiving backstage from co-workers was of suspicion and worry. No doubt they probably assumed I was on drugs of some sort.

If Dean Ambrose’s dick was a drug, I was addicted. Mentally I whined. I wasn’t sure why he was torturing me, but at this point my only intention was to get to the hotel, check into my room, find some vodka, and drink myself into a stupor. Hopefully the next day would be calmer, and the urge to ride anyone’s dick would subside.

Leaving the arena, defeated and frustrated, I pulled my luggage behind me as I approached my rental car in the parking garage. Next to my vehicle was a large white box van, blocking my view. Popping open the trunk with the key fob, I slid my luggage in and slammed the trunk shut, screaming when I caught sight of Dean leaning against the side of my car.

“Jesus Christ, are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

He gave me a small grin, his head resting on his hand, arm propped up on the top of the car. “On edge, are you?”

I glared at him, moving to stand in front of him. “No thanks to you.”

A feigned looked of innocence crossed his face, and he gestured to his chest. “What? Me? Come on, I’ve been helping you all night.”

Growling at him, I moved to push past him, trying to get to the driver’s side door, but he grabbed my arm and pushed me against the white van.

“What are you doing?” I asked, looking up at him.

Hooded eyes started down at me. “Work for it.” His voice was deep and husky, emanating more from his chest than his throat, and instantly, more wetness flooded out of me. I moaned, feeling the friction of my jeans rubbing on my clit, the throbbing making me crazy.

Without thinking, I dropped to my knees, frantically pulling and tugging on his belt and zipper. As I slid his pants down, his cock sprang forward and my mouth was on it.

“Fuck!” he yelled.

Sheer desperation fueled me. I pushed my throat farther on his dick than I ever had before, loving the moans and grunts spilling from his lips. He had driven me insane for hours, and I was going to return the favor. My tongue dashed against his skin as my hands stroked the length I couldn’t fit. The sounds echoing in the parking garage were loud and lewd, and I didn’t care. I didn’t care if anyone heard or saw us. I wasn’t stopping until I was cumming on his dick and screaming his name.

Dean’s hand wrapped itself into my hair as he stepped closer to me, pinning me against the van. Holding himself still deep in my throat, he stared at me as he watched my eyes water. After an intense minute, he released my hair, grabbed my arm, and dragged me upright.

Turning me around, he pressed me face against the window. “Stay there,” he gruffed.

I nodded, breathing hard. For what seemed like the hundredth time that night, my pants were again shoved down to my thighs. Dean positioned my hips so that my ass jutted out and he slapped it hard as he shoved his cock deep inside my dripping pussy in one thrust.

I screamed against the window, my cries echoing off the concrete around us. Dean’s pace was face and aggressive, slaps raining down on my upturned ass, his grunts loud behind me. “Gonna fuck this pretty pussy until you cream all over my dick. You said you needed my help, and Babygirl, I’ve delivered. Didn’t I?”

My breath was used for yelps and moans, I couldn’t spare enough to answer him.

“Feeling your pussy clench on my fingers made me so hard. I wanted to fuck you right there in the arena. But duty called, Babygirl. Had a match, and promos. I couldn’t give you the attention you needed.”

He was rambling. He had never talked this much before, but each and every word made my core weep with want.

“You tasted so good. But I knew, oh I knew, that this would be worth it.”

Finally, words seemed to be available to me again. “Yes, yes, oh my God, Dean. It’s worth it. Your dick is worth it. Fuck!”

My legs shook as a mini orgasm washed through me. It heralded bigger things to come, as I felt my abs lock up and my back began to arch.

Wrapping his hand in my hair, he pulled me back against his chest, leaning the both of us against the van. His weight knocked me breathless, and my ribs ached with strain. But my pussy squeezed him tighter and tighter as air became harder and harder to come by.

In my ear, Dean was growling and grunting. “Gonna fuck this tight pussy. Come on, cum on my cock. Fuck yeah, come on.”

My mouth opened in a silent scream, blackness tinting my vision, my orgasm crashing through me like a rogue wave. Juices covered Dean’s cock, the sound of wetness adding to the echoes. “DEAN!”

He stayed where he was, his hips never stopping, right up until the moment I was dropping into unconsciousness before letting my hair go and straightening up. I sucked air into my lungs, the action somehow causing another major orgasm. Dean’s hand slapped my ass one more time before he reached around, pressed his thumb to my clit, and roared as my clenching pussy strangled his cock.

I could feel his cum flood me. Exhausted, I pressed my sweaty forehead to the window of the van, panting and moaning as aftershocks hit me.

Slowly, Dean pulled out of me, whistling when our combined juices began to run down my thighs. Reaching to pull me into his arms, he kissed the top of my head. “I’m not done with you, not by a long shot. Get in the car, I’m planning on fucking you all night.”

Paring: Dean Ambrose x Original Female Character

Warning: smut, dirty talk, aggression

Summary: Dean takes out his aggression about losing the United States Championship title on his girlfriend

Word Count: 752

A/N: So this was gonna be something else but I hated the first version so I decided to change it up and here we are. This was fun to write, I’ll definitely come back to aggressive Dean because wow it’s hot. Also, this ended up being shorter than I thought but oh well.

MASTERLIST is there if anyone wants to read anything else..

( a03 ) ( ff.net )  < probably not posting this series to there because as far as reader feedback, ff.net is pretty much dead.

Feedback is gold. Especially since I’m not entirely sure I wanna continue this or the series itself.. Taglist will be in my first reblog of this post & if you want to be added to that ( even though Tumblr is shit and literally never notifies anyone I tag ) let me know!

EXCERPT;

- Find me, Jon.. Find me and you won’t feel empty again.

The whispery voice called to him and it hung around in his mind. He couldn’t fucking shake it.

- Sooner or later, you’ll fuckin be gone too. They all leave. And I don’t fuckin want ya if you’re just gonna fuckin leave in the end.

Characters: Jon Moxley x OC (she)

NSFW (1400-ish words)

A/N: I dont write much anymore but this was something I just wrote in my hungover state and reminded me of something that happened to me and well you know that guys jerking it is my thing.

Mox tutted as he shrugged off his leather jacket, chucking it on the floor with the rest of his wardrobe and kicked off his boots. He winced a little bit from the pain in his ribs, He’d taken a nasty chair shot the night before and they hurt like hell. He probably should go get them looked at but he couldn’t afford it even if they were broken, He always felt like deserved every ounce of pain. He sat down on his unmade bed and put his head in his hands, letting out a deep and frustrated sigh. Fuck he missed her.

Pairing: Dean Ambrose/OC (Allie), Ballins if you squint

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Language, Feels, Smut, DaddyKink, Bondage.

Summary: Allie is the girlfriend of Dean Ambrose, but Seth Rollins is her best friend…..where does their falling out leave her?

Author’s Note: So this….drank a red bull and grew fucking wings? Probably won’t stay a one shot as I need a way to process Dean and Seth’s current feud without writing Ambrollins.

Dedicated as always to my best bitches in the TTC

Taglist: @chasingeverybreakingwave @crookedmoonsaultpunk @fangirls-gotta-fangirl @littledeadrottinghood @sugasfatgf @sonjashuterbugjohnson @nerdlife0612 @empress-with-the-crown @magical419 @evilangel84

Allie knew she’d fucked up as soon as Dean didn’t even wait for her to finish checking in before he’d grabbed his key and went up to their shared hotel room.

She knew she broke the one rule he’d told her she couldn’t break. Dean and Seth weren’t getting along at all right now and while he’d said he wouldn’t ask her to stop being friends with him herself he’d prefer if he didn’t have to see it.

Ever since Dean had come back from his injury he’d been so different. He’d been quiet, thoughtful…..almost sullen, way less easy going, especially around his brothers and then when they’d all found out Roman wasn’t going to be around for a while.…. he’d snapped and his other brother had borne the brunt of his ire.

Eariler that night at the house show, Dean had attacked Seth during his match with Drew and she’d known she should have just listened to Seth and let Finn help him, but Seth was her best friend other then her boyfriend and the two men having their issues wasn’t going to stop her from helping him.

So she’d been sitting at a table helping Finn with patching Seth up since the stubborn man didn’t want to go to the trainer when she’d caught a glimpse of her boyfriend staring at them with a snarl twisting his handsome features.

“Go on sweetheart, get out of here.” Finn said gently, taking the ice pack from Allie’s hand

“But.…” She said softly

Seth looked at her with an exhausted smile “Go on Al, no need to poke the bear, Finn’s got me. Ambrose and I will work it out eventually, we always do.” He said reassuringly.

Allie was shaken out of her thoughts by the desk clerk asking for her credit card, when she reached in her wallet to get it, a scrap of paper fell loose with Dean’s familiar jagged handwriting.

Wait 15 minutes

“Well shit” she muttered to herself, she was DEFINITELY in trouble…and not even the fun kind.

When Allie finally went upstairs and entered their room Dean was sitting in a chair in the middle and the lights were dimmed.

“Dean, baby I'm…” she started to apologize

Dean put a single finger to his lips and shook his head, silencing her without uttering a single word.

“I’m.…upset that you broke the rule, but your instincts say to take care of your friend when he’s hurt so I understand.” He said quietly

“Seth has a lesson to learn, don’t interfere with that again, understood?” He ordered.

“Yes Dean.” She responded quietly

Dean raised a single eyebrow “What was that?”

“I’m sorry, Daddy, Yes Daddy” she quickly corrected herself.

Dean sighed “Daddy hasn’t been properly taking care of his Doll lately, has he?” Dean said pointing to the bright blue pillow on the table next to the door.

Without a second thought Allie strips completely nude, retrives the pillow and kneels on it at Dean’s feet.

“Seth, Roman, Braun and his mutts my head’s been so full.” He continues, running a hand through her hair before clenching his fist and tilting her head so she was looking directly at him, the slight bite of pain from his grip shooting directly to her pussy.

“But that doesn’t mean that Daddy doesn’t love or need his Doll. You know that right? You may answer.”

“I….” Allie didn’t know exactly what to say, the Dean that he’d slowly morphed into during his recovery time, didn’t always feel like HER Dean.

Her Dean was was funny and easygoing, even when he was domming her. This Dean was intense and seemed angry all the time, she’d only seen glimpses of her Dean in the many months since his injury and only once since SummerSlam, when his older cousin had helped the boys out of a jam with Corbin.

“I don’t know how to answer that question, Daddy.” She said sadly “Sometimes I feel like the new you doesn’t need me.”

A look of sadness crossed Dean’s face, then he let go of her hair and slid the chair back to kneel on the floor in front of her.

“I know. Babydoll I know I didn’t come back the same and now I got this shit with Seth to work out. But that’s between me and him. You need to stay out of it.” Dean said wrapping his arms around her.

Allie nodded into his shoulder, she didn’t like watching the two men she loved most in the world fight and scream at each other but she knew both men were right. They’d work it out, there would just be lots of fighting. For some reason as close as they were, Seth and Dean, as much as they loved each other, just communicated best with violence and anger.

“Hey, how about we just have some fun tonight? No punishments, no pain that doesn’t make you come, just Daddy showing you how much I’ll always love and need her no matter what” he whispered in her ear.

Allie shivered at the husky tone in his voice “Yes, Daddy. I want that.”

“Then up in the chair babydoll, Daddy’s gonna take care of you because you’ve always taken care of him, even when he doesn’t really deserve it.”

Allie sat in the chair he had vacated and shivered again as she watched Dean go to his backpack and pull out a skein of silky black rope.

“Playtime, babydoll” He whispered as he kneeled in front of her again and began to unravel it at her feet. “Legs over the arms, Doll.”

Allie did as Dean commanded and spread her legs, draping each over the arms of the comfortable club chair.

“Good Girl” he said as he started to tie her ankles to the legs of the chair so she couldn’t close them.

Oh. Oh. Shit. Allie thought to herself, she knew EXACTLY what game her boyfriend wanted to play. The one where he made her come until she screamed for mercy or passed out, sometimes both.

Dean smirked up at her as he finished tying her other leg. “Did someone figure out what we’re about to do?” He leaned foward and blew a warm breath over her already damp pussy.

“Don’t tease, Daddy.…..” she whined

Dean laid a soft smack over her pussy causing her to moan loudly “Are you trying to boss Daddy around?”

“Nooooo…but…”

Dean licked a stripe from her entrance to her clit before wrapping his lips around the already hard nub and sucking.

“Oh, shit, oh fuck yes Daddy.”

“Baby wants Daddy to eat this kitty all up right? So Daddy can have all of the deliciousness he can drink?”

“Yes, yes Daddy” Dean was the worst Oh Christ he was in a mood, and when Dean was in mood he could be an unrelenting tease.

Dean hadn’t had a full beard since they’d been together and the sensation of it rasping against her thighs was one of her favorite things about his new look.

Dean thrust two thick fingers inside of her and crooked them to find…

“Oh fucking shit” she nearly screamed as Dean nailed her g-spot and she came damn near instantly. He was so fucking good at this. It should be illegal. Before him she’d had an enjoyable fling with Tomasso Ciampa when she’d still been in NXT and before he’d become an asshole but Dean was on a whole other level.

“Want you to ride my fucking face babydoll.” He rasped as he pulled out of her and used both quick releases in the knots securing her to the chair.

He stripped off his tight black shirt and laid down on the plush carpet. “Come on baby, put that kitty where I need it.”

Allie straddled her boyfriend’s head and gasped as he wrapped those thick arms around her thighs and brought her pussy to his face. Licking and nibbling at her clit like she was his last meal.

He urged her to literally ride his face rocking her hips so that he could lick at her entrance while his nose bumped her clit with every stroke.

“Oh fucking God shit Daddy, Daddy, Daddy. Please please, Daddy want your cock now” she babbled

Dean hauled her off him and almost frantically reached for his belt buckle, not even taking the time to completely take them off, he just pulled out his throbbing cock and motioned for her to get back on top of him.

“Come on baby doll” he demanded

Allie scrambled back on top of Dean and he quickly lined his cock up with her entrance and thrust into her soaking wet pussy.

“Fuck!” They said almost in unison as she began to bounce on him as he cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples just the way she loved.

“Not gonna last long Doll, you taste too fucking good.” He said still pinching her nipple with one hand as he started to rub her clit with the other “Come on Allie Baby come for Daddy” he commanded.

Months of hearing that voice tell her over the phone to come when he’d been in Alabama and she’d still been with the rest of the roster had had it’s effect on her

“Dean” she screamed as she arched her back, her hair nearly reaching his thighs and came all over his cock as he filled her grasping pussy with his hot cum.

“Fucking hell” he growled that same snarl from eariler twisting his mouth again.

Allie collapsed onto his chest, both of them sweating like they’d just wrestled an hour long match.

“We gotta move Allie, baby. Neither of our bodies will ever forgive us if we pass out on the fucking floor.”

“In a minute. ….I got jelly legs”

Dean kissed her forehead “all right babydoll” he sighed

“In a minute.”

Title: Trick or Treat

Summary: It’s your daughter’s first halloween, Dean was so excited for his daughter. He didn’t forget to ask for his treat from you.

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x Reader

Warning: smut

A/N: This is my second time writing smut and I know I suck so please bare with it. D/N =Daughter’s name

Title: It Isn’t Okay

Pairing: Dean Ambrose/Reader

Summary: You have to take care of those around you.

Word Count: 2,818

Warning: Idk, maybe self-deprecation and other dean related things

A/n: Started writing this directly after Monday night when all of us were in shock (well I was) over Dean. THANKFUL I GOT THIS OUT AN HOUR BEFORE RAW

Shield x Reader

When the Shield first developed, they believed it was a good idea to add a female Superstar into their pack. Without even trying you proved to them that you have what it takes to be a part of the Shield and asked you to join. Now they are the most dominant group ever known up to this day. Although what happens when a crack forms?

Word Count: 1,906

Warnings: Language

prologue : prologue 2 : chapter 1 : chapter 2 : chapter 3 : chapter 4

September 5, 2018 - Dinner Time

The ride with Dean was utter silence. We did not speak a word of what happened at the gym, hell, I preferred it that way. From the beginning, we have agreed that this would just be a friendly intimate thing.

Of course, we never planned on telling Roman nor Seth since it could get awkward and we hated getting questioned, in general.

“We’re here,” he said, I looked up to see the nice diner that did not appear to be too occupied which meant that this was the perfect spot not to be spotted. It was always nice to greet fans but sometimes we like our personal space.

To an extent, I was excited about this dinner since it will be the first time we all sat together to just eat and chat.

I would remember how the guys will always pick on my food since they claim I have good taste buds.

“Come on, does it hurt that much to just get a little piece?” asked Roman who was sitting across from me. Seth was next to me, dying of laughter since I have refused and tried my best to dodge their forks getting on my plate.

“No! You guys’ food is good too!” I protested, trying my best to be angry but it was impossible with the puppy face Roman was giving me.

“Not as good as yours, like seriously. I can only imagine how your cooking must be” said Dean, of course, butting in to help Roman.

“Trust me, her cooking still needs a little practice. She almost burned her house down because she thought it was a good idea to broil marshmallows for five minutes” said Seth, immediately Roman and Dean began to laugh; wanting me to confirm the story.

At this point my face was red as a tomato, trying so hard to just stay quiet but there was no use. Out of all the stories, Seth couldn’t have chosen a less humiliating one?

“Come on, you know how I hate marshmallows. I tried to make the dessert for you” I protested out. I pouted my lips, which made Seth pinch my cheek lightly and wrap his arm around my shoulder.

He then signaled the waitress, asking for the tab and another one of my plate to-go so I can properly eat it on the road.

“Is Seth here?” I asked Dean, getting out of the car. “He should be, Roman said he was going to bring him along and I see his rental car here,” he said, nodding towards it.

I nodded my head, nervous for all the right reasons. I had sex with Dean, I confessed how I truly felt to Roman, and Seth refuses to even be in the same room as me! I really hoped for the best tonight…

We entered the diner and right away we were greeted. We looked around to find Roman and Seth, right away we saw Roman but no sign of Seth.

“Roman” I greeted, smiling gently when we reached the table. He snapped his head up from his phone, smiling as well.

“Hey there, gorgeous” he greeted. We took our usual spots, I was sitting in front of Roman and next to me was Seth’s seat where Dean sat across from. 

“Where is Seth?” I asked him. “Restroom” he answered, once again back on his phone but he then put it down when Dean began to make conversation with us.

The three of us began to laugh at a joke Dean made, but slowly it died out when Seth made his presence known. I was afraid to look up, not sure what type of expression he was showing. Although he did take a seat next to me, so I guess that was a good sign? I mean, what if he is forcing himself to sit next to me? What did I do to get this sort of treatment? Damn me and these thoughts…

“Hey, Seth” I said, once he sat next to me. I finally forced myself to look at him. He opened his mouth to say something, but it was like nothing came into his mind and instead he closed his mouth and just raised his eyebrows; his way of greeting me, I guess?

It’s not like it matters, I truly hoped Seth would have acted differently around Roman and Dean but I guess they aren’t enough to stop whatever it is he is thinking.

Instead of making a big deal out of it, I just stayed quiet and allowed them three to conversate with one another. Me, on the other hand, was just staring at the menu and reading word-for-word what each plate had.

As of right now that it the only thing keeping me company which was sad to begin with. I hated how I was forced to give up the menu when we ordered so now the only thing I had keeping me busy is my phone. 

We had all agreed we would not use our phones when the four of us are together but it seemed like they are making an exception this time since they did not even bother to tell me to put it up.

Are you feeling okay? - The Big Dog

I glanced up quickly to see for myself if Roman was actually on his phone and it was true, he had glanced at me once I looked up. I sighed and responded back:

I really hope that is a trick question. What do you think? I don’t even know what I did and it just hurts that he is not telling me what I did wrong.

Talking about this through text was getting me teary, I already felt the lump in my throat forming; so what do I do? I literally lay my head on the table, trying my best to calm down.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” I heard Dean ask. I just shook my head, instead of actually answering I quickly stood up. I refused to admit that I was crying because my best friend is literally avoiding me. 

“I think I got something in my eye, silly me. I will be back” I said, standing up before any of them can stop me. 

Luckily no one was in the bathroom so I managed to lock myself. This time, I did not fight the tears and allowed them to pour down my face. I tried my best to stay quiet and not breath too hard, but because the odds were against my favor I let out a few sobs. 

I did not realize how long I was in the restroom since I heard a knock on the door.

I sighed, standing up since it was probably someone who needed to use the restroom. I cleaned my face before opening the door and my eyes went wide to see who it was.

“S-Seth” I stuttered out, biting my bottom lip.

“So, um, Roman and Dean had to bail. Something about phone interview, and they got a ride together. Roman left me his keys?” he said, although towards the end it sounded like a question.

Well, what the fuck does he want me to say to that?

“Well, if that’s the case I am just gonna call a taxi now” I said. Seth shook his head, “no you are not, you are coming with me. How can I leave you behind?” he asked.

Is he seriously wanting to bring this up now?

“Well, it seemed to me you don’t care what happens to me” I said. Seth sighed, “can we please get in the car first before we fight and people think we are a couple?” he asked.

I rolled my eyes and followed him out to where we were sitting. On the table was a plastic bag tied with a white styrofoam container inside.

“I asked them to put your plate up so you can eat it later. I realized you had ordered your favorite and thought it was bad for them to just throw it out. I made sure Roman nor Dean picked on it” he said, chuckling at his own joke.

I only nodded and grabbed the bag, following him out to the car. I put my seatbelt on and waited for him to drive. The ride was quiet, both of us not sure how to speak up or what to even talk about.

“I’m sorry” was the first thing that came out of Seth’s mouth. This certainly grabbed y attention since I had no idea where he was going with this. 

“I have been acting like a pretty shitty best friend and I understand if you want to yell at me or say you never want to speak to me again, but I would prefer if that did not happen” he said, now reaching out to get a hold of my finger.

“I want to know why you did what you did. It has been years, you probably told Roman and Dean why but has it never crossed your mind to tell me or give me a call to ask how I am?” I asked.

Seth sighed, “we can discuss this when we get to the hotel” he said, squeezing my fingers to reassure me. I sighed, quickly giving up since I had a hunch feeling it meant that we won’t discuss it.

Although I was proven wrong when we got there and walked into his hotel room. “Okay, and to answer your question; I don’t know why. No, I know why but I can’t tell you” he said, obviously nervous.

“What?” I asked, raising an eyebrow since that was probably the stupidest answer he could have given me.

“I just can’t, look, it would just be humiliating for me if I said something,” he said. “Test me, you know I wouldn’t look at you differently. Damn it, I don’t know why you did what you did and I was the first one to forgive you in a heartbeat. Why? Because you mean so much to me and it just hurts that you are keeping this from me. What happened to no secrets?” I asked him, our voices slowly beginning to rise up.

Of course, it was hypocritical of me to say we don’t hide secrets from each other, but I believe I am hiding my secret in order to keep things at peace.

Seth paced around the room, tugging on his hair now. “You really want to know why? I’m fucking in love with you, damn it!” he yelled.

My mouth slowly opened in shock. Okay, that CERTAINLY took me off guard. “W-what?” I asked, what kind of response was this?

“You said no secrets, right? Well, there you have it! I can’t always hide things from you, I tried so hard to but not this time. I just can’t stand the idea of us being apart, I always tried my best to look out after you” he said.

I stayed quiet, a guilt beginning to wash over me. No secrets, huh? 

“I have to make a confession too” I whispered. “Hey, you can tell me anything. I will be here, won’t I?” he asked.

I took in a deep breath when he grabbed my face in his hands gently. What am I doing? I know what I am about to say next will break him…

“Dean and I have slept together”

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A/N- This is for the Spooktacular Writing Challenge 2k18 and I’m so excited to have taken part, I had so much fun writing this and I hope you enjoy it. @dirrrtydeeds @wrasslesmut thank you both so much for including me in this!

My choices were- Old Abandoned School + Ghost + ”Am I still drunk or something?” 

Summary- Fooling around in an abandoned school couldn’t possibly go wrong, right? 

Warnings- mentions of deceased animal, mentions of smut without actual smut, all around spookiness, Dean being Dean

Word Count-  3k+

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Winner: @nerdlife0612

Your wrestler: Dean Ambrose

Genre: Smut

Style: Reader!You

OC: Liana del Rai, Native American (Long black hair, usually worn in two french braids with silver highlights), tanned, starburst eyes (green with brown around the center with yellow specks throughout and dark green for the external circle around the eye)

Author’s note: Damn that’s detailed 😂

Plot: The general manager wants to push your career, that’s why you are put together with Dean to form a mixed tag team. The chemistry is perfect right away, but one night you train together and things get a little out of hand when Dean pins you down.

Sorry to all the other requesters: a sweet anon, @usos-thedemon-twins, @thegreencinnamonbun

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Okay, so I changed the name, sue me. This Florida Georgia Line song I found on Spotify seemed to suit the overall mood of the story better. Even though it starts off angsty as all hell and I wanted to rage quit because of that five different times.. I think for now, this is a one shot. So, I’m not so sure about adding to it.

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Excerpt;

“What the actual fuck was that, you fucking idiot? They were trying to help you and even the odds. Not insinuate you couldn’t take that fucking fuck? They’re your family, you fucking moron.” and carefully, she smacked the back of his head.

“What the fuck is she still  doin here, huh? Didn’t you see what a loser I am lately? Go. Go find your fuckin toy Ziggler. Pretty sure he’s gonna need a lot of consolation.”

Icy cold bottled water met his face and he blinked, growling in irritation. Roman and Seth shared a look and awkwardly, the two started attempting  to edge away and let Dean and Aimee sort things out on their own.

Her hips were pinning him against a wall and he had his hand on her chest, trying to keep her  away.

“Are you fucking done running your mouth about shit you have not one fucking clue about, Dean? Huh? Are you?” Aimee looked up at him calmly and Dean shrugged.  

Shield x Reader

When the Shield first developed, they believed it was a good idea to add a female Superstar into their pack. Without even trying you proved to them that you have what it takes to be a part of the Shield and asked you to join. Now they are the most dominant group ever known up to this day. Although what happens when a crack forms?

Word Count: 1,941

Warnings: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT (Oral Sex *giving and receiving*, Fingering, Hairpulling, Spanking, Intercourse, Naughty Language, Daddy Kink, Public Sex) and Profanity

prologue : prologue 2 : chapter 1 : chapter 2 : chapter 3

September 5, 2018 - Later that Day

“Seriously, what has that punching bag ever done to you?”

The figure I called out to turned around and chuckled.

“Hey darling, what brought you around here?” asked Dean. I took a seat on the nearest bench and shrugged my shoulders. “Earlier I had lunch with Roman, Seth is still avoiding me like the plague, and so I thought it was time for me to spend time with my favorite lunatic fringe” I explained.

Dean smiled lightly and continued to throw punches, all I did was stare at him. More specifically I would stare at his now short hair.

“I think you would look nice with short hair” I admitted to Dean as I wrapped the blanket around my naked body. Dean was laying on the bed, chuckling. 

“I don’t know how you think I would look nice, I mean everyone is so used to seeing this hairstyle on me; I just grew into it” he explained. I raised an eyebrow and literally laid on top of him, even if we did not use the blanket our warm bodies is just enough to keep us comfortable. 

“Well, what is it that you want? You know you don’t always have to do what everyone says so you can feel accepted, Dean. I think anyone would like you just the way you are” 

The hotel room in which I had luckily gotten for myself grew quiet, Dean was obviously processing what I had just said. He had scoffed and gently push me off, turning away from me. I frowned and placed my hand on his shoulder.

“Dean, don’t turn away from me. I didn’t mean for that to come off as harsh, I am just trying to imagine what goes through your head and your actions say otherwise. You have told me yourself that it was hard for you to believe people can love you, and so why else would you try?” I asked him, making sure to choose my words carefully.

Once again the room had turned quiet. He did not even move as I spoke so I gave up right away. I removed the blanket off of me in order to get dressed but as I was going to bend down to grab my panties I felt him grab my arm and pull me back into the bed.

I gasped when he got on top of me this time, his eyes staring right back into my own.

“The only person I want to be accepted by is you, without even trying you took my breath away and now I feel like if I lose you; I am going to lose my shit” whispered Dean.

I only smiled, it was typical of Dean to always use profanity when trying to express himself.

“I am here, aren’t I? Nothing will change that, so get it through your thick headed-skull that I am not leaving”

Dean smiled when I said that and pushed a strand of my hair behind my ear. “All I ask of you is that we keep this from Roman and Seth” he pleaded. I was not sure why he wanted to keep it hidden but of course, I did as he asked.

“Earth to ( Y / N )” said Dean, forcing me out of my thoughts. I was quick to rub my inner thighs against each other so I can try and keep calm. “Yeah, what’s up?” I asked him, biting my bottom lip.

Dean raised an eyebrow at my sudden reaction. Damn me and my so-called ‘open book’, he knows that I was thinking of something that I shouldn’t have. How did I know? He has that stupid smirk that got us tangled with each other in the first place right across his face. 

“What were you just thinking about?” he asked, his hand touching my thigh. I stared down at it, watching as it was snaking its way upwards. “Nothing to be concerned about” I whispered, my eyes glued to his hand.

I was slowly forced to look up at him. He knew I was vulnerable when I would stare into his eyes, so there was no point in trying to hide what I was feeling.

Without thinking twice I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him down so the kiss was deep from the start. It did not take long for the male to respond back, our mouths desiring each other. Without breaking the kiss he picked me up and it was an instinct to wrap my legs around his waist.

“At this rate, I won’t be able to wait until getting back to the hotel,” he whispered, our foreheads touched while he laid us down on the mat. I was willing to do the act with Dean but in the middle of the gym? Where anyone can walk in…

“I don’t want to do something you will regret,” he said, realizing that I was constantly staring at the door. I stared at him, it may have been two minutes we stayed in silence as I was contemplating what to do next.

“I want this” I whispered, once again pulling his face towards mine. He groaned lightly as he rubbed his hardened erection against my wet slick.

We could not get enough from each other. Our hands were exploring everything we can touch and grab. I jumped a bit in his arms when his right hand squeezed my ass and not a second later, he slapped it.

“Down” he ordered and without thinking twice he dropped me, luckily I was able to stand on my two feet. I watched as he grabbed himself through his shorts, which meant one thing; I got down on my knees and helped him pull down his basketball shorts before allowing his cock spring up.

I licked over my lips, admiring the one thing that has been able to make me scream things that I never knew could come out of my mouth.

“I want that fucking mouth around my cock” he said, and in no time I complied. I knew how Dean liked getting his cock sucked but a girl can tease. All I would do is give kitten licks to the tip and just mess with it. He would let out a few profanities works and grunts, trying his best not to lose control.

Although, I can see he was borderline going to since he grabbed a fistful of my hair and slowly forced me to take in a bit more.

“Kitten, you know I don’t like when you tease Daddy” he whispered. “Well, I don’t like when you push me” I shot back at him and gave him a smug smirk. He let out a chuckle since he obviously found it cute when I would give him a taste of his own medicine.

But I decided he had been tortured enough so I began to suck on him as much as I possibly could. While bobbing my head up and down I would swirl my tongue around the tip. 

“That’s it kitten, you are the only one that knows how I like getting sucked off,” he said, which encouraged me more. I placed my hand on his shaft and began to move my hand up and down the same pace as I was sucking him off.

After a good seven minutes, he stood me up and sat me down at one of the benches. “I really have missed you” he whispered before he yanked off my shorts and he got down on his knees so he can be at the same level as my pussy that craved his mouth.

His fingers touched exactly where I needed to be touched, which immediately made me moan and try to move against his fingers.

“Nope, I am in charge from now on,” he said and pulled my panties down. Without thinking twice he rubbed his thumb against my clit, which made me jumpy for obvious reasons. I threw my head back, biting my bottom lip very hard so I won’t moan loudly and grab attention from those outside the doors. 

He then stopped rubbing my clit to push two fingers inside of me. He was not going slow nor was he going fast, which was good because I was able to control my breathing but when I felt his warm pair of lips against my pussy; it became a challenge to keep quiet.

“You have not lost your touch, Daddy” I giggled out, gently running my hand through his hair and tugging on it gently.

Without saying another word he stood up and kneeled down to be on the same level as my pussy. It was not even three seconds later when he pushed himself completely inside of me which made me gasp since it has been a good while since I have felt him inside of me. He let out a groan, “this pussy really wanted me, it’s even tighter than before” he said.

After giving him the okay that he can move, he wasted no time. He grabbed both of my legs by the ankle and lifted them up so he can have a much clear view of his cock getting lost inside of my pussy. He was so focused on looking down that I decided to give him a little show.

As he held up my legs, my hands were free to do whatever it is they pleased. So, with my left hand I grabbed my nipple and pinched it; giving it a squeeze and just playing with my breast. Now, with my right hand, I began to rub my clit.

“You really want Daddy to cum for this naughty girl?” he asked me. All I did was giggle and nod my head. He abruptly stopped and stared down at me. “You did not give Daddy the proper answer, when he speaks to you he expects an answer,” he said.

He then yanked me up so he can turn me around and bend me down so my ass was in the direction he was facing. “Daddy always wants an answer,” he said, slapping my ass. 

I let out a groan, loving and hating the pain. Getting spanked by Dean was such a turn on but it can hurt like hell. The spanking continued until I finally spoke up. “Yes, Daddy” I cried out in pleasure.

I could tell he smirked by the small ‘hmph’ he gave and he grabbed me by the hips and thrust inside of me. The only thing that could be heard from the gym was the sound of our bodies slapping against each other, his spanking from time to time, and my moaning that would take up the majority of it.

“I just love how your ass jiggles every time my cock is all the way inside,” he said, giving my ass a squeeze and pulling it apart slightly so he can see his cock going inside of me.

“I am close” I managed to say, and it was like it sent Dean a signal because he began to pick up speed. I could tell he was close because his pace was not steady.

We both let out moans, allowing my orgasm to take over me and it did not take long before he came. We were both breathing pretty heavy, trying to regain posture and energy from what took place.

“I just remembered, I was told to tell you that we are gonna get some dinner early. Tagging along?” asked Dean, as we began to get dressed so we can leave before anyone notices.

Okay! I do apologize that this smut is horrible, I tried my best. Also, I did not want to add much more plot to this particular chapter since I know not many people are comfortable with smut and did not want to discourage them from having to scroll through to find the stopping point of the smut. Once again, thank you guys so much for the love!!

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Pairing: Dean Ambrose/Unnamed Female Character

Summary: Friends with Benefits in a car is a tricky thing

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Notes: This is probably my last time writing for Dean for a while. He’s a stubborn Muse, and he makes me tired. I still love him though!

Dean Ambrose fluff and a dog what more could you want?

Summary: Dean Ambrose’s girlfriend receives a career ending injury so they pick out a dog to keep her company while he’s on the road. 

Warnings: Slight cursing, mention of injury

“And then there’s this guy” the sweet older woman pointed to the last steel fence cage and paused crossing her arms over her blue vest.

I tore my eyes away from the mixed puppy that was eagerly lapping it’s pink tongue through the gate to tickle my fingers, the puppy jumping on its short hind legs begging for more attention.  I stood dusting off my jeans. Inside the last cage at the end was different than the rest. For one, as I approached a dog hadn’t bound up barking in excitement, tail wagging, no, this dog lay stagnant on the floor. If it weren’t for his dark whiskey colored eyes flashing up at me I would have thought he was dead.

“What’s the story on this guy?” Dean asked placing his hands in his pockets as I knelt next to the door.

Continuing the Dean Ambrose/OC story. I would love to get some feedback for it. I’m excited to be getting back into this, really. This is going to be very angst-y. I apologize in advance.

prologue

Summary: A year after Dean Ambrose is honorably discharged from the army, life in New Jersey isn’t something he’s growing accustomed to easily. He’s harboring demons he doesn’t necessarily want to face, but every time he closes his eyes, he can’t possibly avoid them. However, a woman shares the same sentiment, reliving the incident that left her blind.

Sitting onto the wine tinted upholstery of the metal bar stool, Dean’s legs drape past the surrounding ring nearing midway, accommodating the stool’s design. As always, his tall physique is besting the seat he’s chosen, but the choice in seating is clearly one besting a variety of other seats on both aesthetic and comfort factors. The foundation resembles metal in its golden finish, and here’s where Dean’s located the first flaw he’s going to point out. 

It’s not that Dean’s bitter and has nothing better to do with his time than point out the negative, but honest opinions were his forte and Roman essentially drug Dean over for his grand opening. If the gaudy neon sign in the front seemed to be the best Roman could do, Dean figured the rest of the place would also be attempting to garner attraction through mere appearance. It’d probably be the sole reason since he’s positive the drinks would be shitty. Decor and lightning were Roman’s best friends, but Dean’s tempted to use the bottom of his boot to see if he could scrape the “gold” off the metal of the stool he’s sitting on.

Pairing: Dean Ambrose/You

Summary: How Moxley went from being Mox to becoming Dean Ambrose. Inspired by lines from the Gaslight Anthem song 45. “And I dance with your ghost. But that ain’t the way…I can’t move on and I can’t stay the same.”

She’d left him. It was a year ago now that she’d gone but he still felt her presence everywhere. He still lived in the small apartment they’d shared. One of her t-shirts (old, worn and ever fading) was still hung in the wardrobe like she’d never left it behind. There was a small pile of mail stacked just inside the door, all with her name on it. He hadn’t known where to send it. The chair she’d always curled up in had been left untouched. He hadn’t so much as laid a finger on it since she’d gone. No one else had been allowed to sit on the hallowed ground she’d once occupied.

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Pairing - Seth Rollins x Roman Reigns x Dean Ambrose x OC (Katy)

Summary - Kathryn, or Katy as her friends called her, never felt comfortable in a normal relationship. She tried the whole dating scene in college, but she’d always get bored with the guy. She’d always move on and usually without even telling her current boyfriend. Coming from a particularly religious background, Katy didn’t exactly tell her mother her desire to be with more than one man at the same time. The trouble, she soon found out, was not many men felt the same way. Katy learned to keep that desire to herself, and resigned to living alone. Fast forward, Katy is the latest up and coming in ring announcer and interviewer in the WWE, a job that she loves. She gets to travel the world, see wrestling, and hang out with some of the hottest guys she’s ever seen. Arriving in 2013, Katy became fast friends with the three men of the Shield, and began to fantasize about not only having sex with all of them, but at the same time. Katy has long known how to keep her fantasies to herself, and never mention them aloud. That is until one night, she went to her friend’s birthday party, and a few games of shot roulette later, Katy admitted her fantasy to her good friend, who came to pick her up, Roman Reigns.  

Warnings - polyamours and gay relationships, angst, jealousy, ultimate smut, blow jobs, cumming, fluff, abusive family dynamics, trigger warning, depression, anxiety,  don’t like this kind of thing don’t read