“Because I have a boyfriend.” AJ said looking at him. “Punk is my boyfriend. I’m dating him, not you.”
“You didn’t even like the flowers I sent you, or the chocolates?” Dean asked. He had been trying for weeks to get AJ to like him. He had been sending her everything from flowers and chocolates to gift cards and letters, she just wouldn’t give in.
“I loved them, but I’m with Punk. I’m not going to cheat.” AJ explained again before walking off. Dean grabbed her arm and stopped her. He looked around for a second before pulling her into a nearby empty room. He locked the door and then started to run his fingers up and down her bare arm.
“You know AJ, I can give you a lot of things that Punk can’t.” He said trying to seduce her.
“Like what? Punk gives me everything I ever needed and more. There’s nothing more you can give me.” She said.
“Oh I know I can.” Dean said. Without any warning, he leaned in and kissed her deeply, causing her to get weak in the knees. Dean wrapped his arms around her to keep her steady. He kissed her more as she started to kiss him back. He let his arms roam her body. AJ pulled away, pushing Dean away.
“I can’t. Punk will kill me.” She said opening the door.
“Why would I kill you?” Punk asked. AJ didn’t realize that Punk was standing behind the door, he knew everything that had happened.
“Well, um, Dean and I kinda kissed.” AJ said.
“Not kinda. We did kiss, and we enjoyed it.” Dean said.
“Dean, shut up.” AJ said.
“AJ, you have to choose. I’ll forgive you this one time for cheating, but you have to choose between Dean and me.” Punk said crossing his arms over his chest. “You pick.” AJ looked between the two of them, trying to decide on who she wanted to be with more. Sure Dean was a great kisser, but could be as loving, sweet and caring as Punk? And sure Punk was sweet, loving and caring, but could he be dangerous like Dean? She looked between the two men and took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry Punk.” She said looking at him. “I promise to never cheat again.” Punk smiled, realizing she had picked him. He put his arm around AJ and kissed the top of her head.
“See you in the ring Dean.” Punk said with a smirk before walking off with AJ.
You woke up with a ball of dread in the pit of your stomach.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You’d been so excited to take some time and go on the road with your long-time best friend, Seth Rollins. Instead, it had become an absolute nightmare – all because one weird dude with messy blonde hair had decided that he didn’t like you hanging around.
Dean Ambrose. The name alone made your blood boil.
In spite of your absolute stubborn resolve not to do this, you began mentally running through all of the ways he’d made your life a misery since your arrival.
It hadn’t started out terribly. Just a few dirty looks, a snide comment here and there – easy enough to shrug off.
You weren’t totally sure why it escalated – your guess was that he realized what he was doing didn’t bother you – but it had undeniably escalated.
Two nights ago, on a rare night you weren’t traveling and were able to spend some time in a local bar, he dumped his beer down your back.
“Oops,” he said flatly, staring daggers at you. “My bad.”
You glowered angrily at him before standing up and making your way to the bathroom. You began wringing out your wet shirt, completely pissed off that you were going to smell like beer for the rest of the night.
There was a tentative knock on the door. Covering yourself with your soaked shirt, you opened it to see Roman standing there. “Need anything?” He asked sympathetically.
“Yeah, I need that asshole to leave me alone,” you snapped.
To your surprise, Roman nodded. “You got it.”
You weren’t sure exactly what he did, but the next night Dean was back to simply glaring at you, looking as if he was plotting your destruction.
Tonight was the night you were dreading. Tonight, Seth had asked Dean to keep you company in the locker room while he and Roman had their match. You were certain that something was going to happen, and not knowing what that something was or how bad it was going to be made you completely uneasy.
It started out perfectly normal at first. Dean helped Seth and Roman prepare for their match. You all watched a few of the matches on the monitor in your dressing room. Perfectly normal and in line with what you’d experienced so far.
The trouble started when Seth and Roman left for their match.
It wasn’t terrible at first. Dean simply glowered angrily at you, which you were used to at this point. He seemed to realize that you weren’t fazed, because he began kicking at your chair, jostling you back and forth.
“Do you mind?” You snapped.
“No,” he replied abruptly.
You shook your head, turning your attention back to the monitor and trying to ignore the kicks that came with increasing frequency and force.
When you thought you wouldn’t be able to take another second, he stopped. You allowed yourself to relax for a whole four seconds before he started up again, hard enough to knock your chair over and spill you onto the floor.
You took a deep breath. He wanted you to get angry. You weren’t going to give him that satisfaction. You picked yourself up, straightened up your chair, and moved it out of reach of his feet.
“You’re no fun,” he muttered in a falsely-pouting voice.
“Shut up,” you snapped. “I’m trying to watch the guys.”
“Don’t tell me to shut up, sweetheart.”
You rolled your eyes, turning your attention back to the monitor but not seeing anything happening. You were steaming, unfathomably angry, and entirely focused on Dean and what he was going to do next.
It took him a minute or two, but he began slowly moving his chair towards you. You sat still, waiting for the kicking to begin again.
It didn’t. Instead, you felt his hand creep along the back of your chair, lightly caressing you. You were going to turn and ask what in the hell he thought he was doing, then his fingers gripped your bra strap and pulled it back before releasing it and causing it to snap against your back painfully.
You yelped before turning around and slapping him hard across the face, mostly out of pain and surprise than any real malice. But as you watched him rub his hand across his reddened cheek, you realized that you would have done it eventually anyway – he’d been pushing your buttons for far too long.
“Oh sweetheart,” he growled. “That was a terrible mistake.”
He stood up, kicking his chair back, and grabbed you roughly by your elbows, yanking you to your feet and pushing you against the wall.
You were frozen for a minute, pinned by this giant, angry man.
You both listened as doors slammed nearby. Dean glanced at the monitor and his expression soured. “This isn’t over, sunshine,” he said quietly, letting you go. “Not by a long shot.”
Seth and Roman came in then, studying the scene for a second before acting completely normal. Dean and I straightened our chairs, settling back in. I found myself terrified for the rest of the night, to the point where I even begged off going out after the night was over in favor of going back to my hotel room.
I felt like I could finally relax, and I went into bed and fell asleep very quickly.
You dreamed about sex, which was strange. Usually that only happened when you were pent-up, and you hadn’t really been focused on sex since you had joined Seth on the road – there were too many other things to see and do.
“Wake up, sunshine,” a terribly familiar gravelly voice murmured next to your ear. “Time to pay the piper.”
“How the hell did you get in here?” You asked, your eyes flying open. “Get out!”
He laughed. “I don’t think so, sweetheart. You didn’t let me have my fun earlier, so I’m going to have it now. And let me tell you a little secret – you were having fun, too.”
He bent and began kissing your neck, and you understood immediately why sex had filled your dreams. He knew what he was doing, and as much as you hated to admit it – you were enjoying the way he was kissing you.
“What do you say?” He murmured, bringing his mouth up to your ear and flicking his tongue over your earlobe. His hand crept up to your breast, slightly hesitant until you arched your back and pushed your breast into his hand.
He gave a soft moan and pressed against you, his mouth working a bit more insistently against your skin.
“Is this why you’ve been such an asshole to me?” You asked, trying desperately to distract yourself.
“Shh,” he replied, grabbing you and pulling your head to his to press his lips to yours. “Fuck. Not talk.”
For some reason, that just turned you on more. What was happening to you? Why were you so willing to pull your pants down for a guy who’d been a total jerk?
You quickly lost track of that thought as he began undressing you, his mouth and hands wandering over you in entirely delightful ways. You didn’t even have a chance to touch him before he entered you roughly, causing you to arch your back and cry out while he groaned quietly in satisfaction.
There was nothing sweet about what you were doing. He moved brutally, chasing after his own pleasure. You found that this only increased your own enjoyment, watching him desperately try to hold back and failing.
You both came at the same time, your voices raised in a symphony of pleasure.
The room went silent as you both finished, and Dean bent and pressed a harsh kiss against your lips before pulling out and climbing out of your bed, pulling his pants up.
“What the fuck just happened?” You asked him.
He smirked at you. “I like a girl who fights back. I probably would’ve fucked you against the wall tonight if we hadn’t been interrupted.”
You let those words sink in, your heart pounding. You couldn’t believe what you were going to say.
“Well, I’ll just make sure I slap the hell out of you earlier tomorrow.”
He tried, and failed, to keep his grin from spreading across his face. “I’ll look forward to it.”
-Sarah (Thanks for requesting me! Hope it was what you wanted!)
Tonight you and Dean had decided to decorate the tree. You’ve been planning on decorating it for awhile and was just getting around to it. This was your first Christmas with Dean so it was very special to you. You couldn’t believe you got to spend just an amazing day with an amazing guy. He really was amazing he didn’t anything for you just to make you smile. He was always there no matter what and you got to spend Christmas with him.
Your boyfriend, Dean, shuffled uncomfortably in the chair beside you and huffed audibly. You turned and shot him an agitated glare before turning your attention back to the screen.
You’d known that he wouldn’t be able to sit through this movie, but he’d insisted on seeing it with you. It had been sweet, but in retrospect – a complete and utter mistake. You should’ve just gone when he was on the road; now you’d be spending your time worried about his entertainment.
You reached over and covered his hand with yours, offering him a weak smile. He tried to grin back, turning his hand to twine your fingers with his before nodding back towards the screen. He didn’t want you to miss parts of the movie.
Momentarily pacified, you returned your attention to the movie, engrossed enough that you didn’t sense Dean’s growing restlessness in the seat beside you.
You did notice, however, when his hand lightly brushed your breast. You thought it was an accident at first, then his hand returned – more insistent.
You turned to shoot him a dirty look, but he nodded towards the screen again, a small smile on his face. “Just watch,” he insisted when you didn’t turn back immediately.
“Behave,” you growled, holding his eyes so he knew you were serious before turning your attention back to the movie.
He did behave. For a whole five minutes, which you believed might have been a personal record for him. Then when his hand returned, it was gliding up your thigh and sliding down between your legs.
You jumped at this sudden intrusion, and he laughed low in his throat. “Shh,” he murmured close to your ear. “Watch your movie.”
You turned to glare at him again, trying to ignore the overwhelming wave of lust that shot over you the minute he touched you. He had this effect on you, the one that caused you to lose your head and override your common sense. And allow him to do things like, oh, for instance – feel you up in a movie theater.
You shook your head, but turned your head back towards the screen – even though your attention was completely and utterly focused on the gentle circular motions his fingers had begun to make, pressing hard against your jeans.
His lips pressed lightly against your neck before he opened his mouth and began gently sucking on your sensitive skin, causing you to inhale sharply.
“Do you like that?” He whispered, bringing his lips up to your ear and gently tugging on your earlobe with his teeth. You nodded once, curtly, still annoyed even though you definitely didn’t want him to stop now.
You thought briefly about stopping him when he popped the button on your jeans, but then his hand slid inside and began rubbing you through your panties and you simply slid down in your seat a bit and spread your thighs wider for him.
The movie was now meaningless sound and flashing changes of light in the room as he slid a finger inside of you, making you whimper quietly and wriggle your hips. You turned and leaned up as best you could to kiss him, pushing all of your desire and frustration out through your lips.
“Just watch your movie,” he murmured as you pulled away, although his voice came out a little breathless. Curious, you reached over into his lap and felt the beginnings of an erection through his jeans. You wrapped your hand around him, wanting to provide as much of this sweet torture as you were receiving.
“No no no,” he chastised gently, pulling your hand away and rubbing you with a bit more force. “You wanted to see this movie. You go ahead and watch. I’m going to entertain myself.”
You closed your eyes and lightly pressed your hips towards him, trying hard to focus and finding it immensely difficult the longer he touched you, your situation not helped when he began dotting kisses along your neck.
“Dean,” you half-whispered, half-moaned, grateful that the person closest to you both was several rows down. “Please.”
“Please what, baby?”
Unable to articulate properly, you reached over into his lap again, glad when he didn’t push your hand away this time. Before long, he was rocking his hips against your hands while you stroked him.
The music swelled and the lights began to brighten, and you glanced at the screen, astounded as the credits rolled. Guiltily, you pulled your hand away from Dean and watched the few patrons file out.
“We should –”
He interrupted you by gripping your hair tightly and yanking your lips to his while his hands fumbled with his zipper. “Not yet,” he panted, tugging at your pants “C’mere. Sit on my lap.”
You raised an eyebrow, and he grinned. “It’s here or the car, cutie. And I’d really rather not walk out there with an obvious hard-on.”
You laughed as you pulled your own pants and panties down, straddling him as best you could. “Can’t believe we’re doing this,” you mumbled as he raised his hips to pull his pants down and pull himself out of his boxers. He gripped your hips and pushed you down, both of you moaning as he slid inside of you.
He grabbed you by the hair and pulled your face down to his, thrusting up into you roughly. “God I missed you,” he half-moaned in your ear, his hands moving to grip your hips tightly and guide your movements on top of him. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this.”
You were panting as you moved on top of him frantically, finally realizing that you’d needed this just as badly as he had. “Shut up,” you managed to say in a strangled whisper, “and fuck me.”
He grinned widely at you, his hand going to smack your ass. “Stand up,” he ordered, “and turn around.”
You stood, unsurprised when he bent you over at the waist and entered you from behind. The credits, miraculously, were still rolling. You focused your eyes on the scrolling words and did your best to keep from crying out as he began lightly stroking you again in time with his thrusts, bringing you abruptly to the edge and shoving you over the cliff.
Dean grunted from behind you as you had your orgasm. You felt him throbbing wildly inside of you, and then his orgasm filled you.
You both stood still for a moment, trying to catch your breath. He pulled you upright, turning you around and planting a gentle kiss on your lips while he re-adjusted himself and zipped up his pants.
Reluctantly, you pulled your own pants and panties back up. “I’m never,” you teased as you both headed towards the door, “taking you to the movies again.”
He grinned mischievously at you. “Mission accomplished.”
-Sarah (Hope it was what you wanted!)
‘For the millionth time, baby, I swear to God, it was nothing!’ he yelled as he placed his hand on his forehead, facing the cold, tiled floor.
‘Then why can’t you look me in the face and tell me that, Dean?!’ I retorted. Disgust plastered my face.
‘Look at me, Dean! Look at me and tell me that the look you gave that slut was nothing!’ I cried out.
Lately, Dean and I have been arguing often; we haven’t been on the same page for weeks on almost anything and practically everything. Dean was still looking down at the floor when I took a step closer to him. I could feel a tear run down the side of my face as I gently placed my hand on his chest; ‘Tell me, Dean.. That I mean something to you,’ I said in a shaky voice.
Dean is the kind of man that would often hide his feeling from others. I never hear the words, ‘I love you’ as often as one should and that made me question what I was to Dean; did I mean anything to him at all?
Dean was expressionless and didn’t say a word. I took a few steps back from him, approaching the front door of house.
‘I can’t do this Dean. I need to know that I mean something to you. I can’t live like this with you, constantly not knowing what’s going on between us and you not letting me in on things isn’t exactly helpful for our already deteriorating relationship.’ I sling my bag over my shoulder and wipe a tear away from my cheek.
As I twist the doorknob, I feel Dean’s hands wrap completely around my waist. His touch sends shivers down my spine as my breath hitches – Dean hasn’t laid a finger on me in weeks. He rests his chin on my shoulder and whispers, ‘Please don’t go, baby.’ He slowly removes my bag from my shoulder and drops it to the floor.
‘You mean everything to me, Y/N,’ my eyes widen in shock just from hearing those words from Dean. I spin around to face him. Dean immediately cups my face in his hands; his hands are cold and he looks me right in the eye and says, ‘I know I say these words often enough but I mean it, baby, you should know without me saying it that you mean everything to me.’ His forehead rests on mine as I give in to him. I grab his shirt in my hands, looking him in the eye I say, ‘Say it again, Dean.’
Dean smirks, knowing I’ve given in. ‘How about I show you instead?’ he utters in a low, seductive voice. He kneels down, without breaking eye contact, he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. The feeling of touching Dean again was indescribable. I combed my fingers through his hair as my lips crashed against his passionately. Dean carried me up the stairs to the bedroom.
He throws me onto the bed effortlessly as he slowly climbs on top of me. Leaning down to my face, he snarls at me. “You’re jealous aren’t you? Can’t have me look at any other woman for a second. Possessive.” His face now inches from mine as he whispers in my ear, ‘’I like it.’ He leaves a trail of soft kisses down my neck, smirking against my skin. ‘Can’t share your man, can you?’ He was deliberately saying this to get me mad. Inching closer to my breasts, I start to let out moans, my hands set on the back of his neck guiding his face.
Dean sat up for a second to remove his shirt and mine. The way he pulled his thin, white shirt over his toned abdomen, his chest and up over his shoulders; he tossed the shirt aside. Pinned under him, instinctively, I run my hands over his well-defined abs. ‘Miss me, baby?’ he questions with his signature smirk. I nod plainly.
Dean knew exactly what I wanted at that point; he could read it off my face. He resumed kissing me, fondling my breasts. He kissed his way down my body, inch by inch.. it was agonizingly slow and he knew it. Dean always found pleasure in teasing me.
The closer he got to my pleasure spot, the more impatient I got. At the same time, I could see that he was teasing himself. He strokes the outside of my panties ever so gently and his breath hitches. I recognize his expression; he’s about to lose control over himself. I pull his head closer to mine and whisper in his ear, ‘What do you want me to do, Dean?’ I’ve sent him over the edge. He lifts me up and demands: ‘Suck me, baby.’
I flipped him over, straddling him as his back leaned against the headboard of the bed. I undid his pants and let his cock out. I missed the sight of this. I licked and played with the head before slowly engulfing the shaft. Every time I caressed the head, he would twitch in my mouth. I bobbed up and down on his cock alternating between fast and slow without losing eye contact with Dean. As I ran my tongue down his shaft, I saw Dean’s eyes roll to the back of his head and his head leaned back. I successfully earned moans from him. He was getting harder in my mouth by the minute.
Suddenly, he yanks me up my her hair, spins me around and forcibly pushed me up against the headboard. He pulled my panties off with ease and slapped my firm ass, squeezing it with one hand while grabbing my breast with the other. I let my head fall back on his strong, muscular shoulder. I let out a low moan. ‘That’s it baby, moan for me.’
"I can’t take it anymore Y/N, beg me to fuck you baby," he muttered softly, glancing down at my hips and licking his lips thoughtfully. I let out a yelp as he pulls my hair back into him and settles his lips behind my ear.
A yelp escaped from her lips as he pulls her hair roughly, she looked up at him and followed his gaze downward. Smirking, he trails his fingers down the side of my body and grasps my hips firmly. With my back facing him, he positions his cock at my entrance. My breath hitches just thinking about what he’s about to do. After what seemed like a forever, Dean pushes his shaft inside my wet lips and fills me up. I let out a gasp as my clit throbs at the size of Dean. It takes me a while to get use to his size inside of me again. My eyes close shut.
Acknowledging my pain, Dean whispers against my skin: ‘‘Are you alright?”, I nod. His hands instinctively wrap around my stomach and using them as leverage to base his thrusts. I grasped the bed sheets in front of me tightly, still struggling to get use to his size deep in me. Dean began picking up the pace as his thrusts began to increase in intensity and passion.
His cock slammed into my clit with each thrust, making my body weak. Dean’s hands snake between us and slap my ass; I bite my lip hard. I muffled my cries into a pillow as my breathing became more hitched. With every thrust, Dean hit my sweet spot.. over and over and over again, sending me over the edge.
Dean roughly snatches the pillow from my mouth and says, ‘Don’t do that,’ he says harshly. ‘’I wanna hear you moan, Y/N. I wanna listen to you give in to me like the submissive slut that you are.’ Dean towered over my back and his moans gradually became more intense and passionate. His words sent shivers down my spine.
‘’Uh, Dean, I’m gonna cum, baby,’’ I plead, ‘’I can’t hold it in any longer. Fuck,’’ I utter, breathless.
‘That’s it, cum for me hard, baby,’’ Dean growls, hammering his hips into me a few final times.
‘Beg me to cum for you, my little slut,’ he demands in a husky, hurried tone and I obey submissively.
‘’Cum for me, Dean. Please.. I want you to fucking cum inside me.’’
With those words, Dean fills me up with his hot cum and with each twitch of his cock; he continued to fill me with more of his seed. Groaning, he removes his cock from inside me and flips me over gently. He lays us both down and pulls the covers up over our bodies. He settles himself next to me, still breathless. I lay on my side, out naked bodies against each other with my head now resting on his chest.
As I run my fingers lightly up and down his abdomen, Dean’s hands snake around my waist beneath me. Dean looked down at me and tucked a bit of hair behind my ear, smiling. Dean lightly kisses my forehead and whispers, ‘’I love you, baby.’’ I smile, moving closer into his perfect body. ‘’Trust me baby, I don’t need to look at any other woman in the world when I have the most precious and perfect woman right here next to me; a woman I can say belongs to me and me only.’’ I lift myself up on my elbows and kiss Dean passionately as he cups my face in his palms. No words needed to be exchanged; he understood my response.
You and your boyfriend Dean Ambrose had already finished filming your segments for SmackDown, and now the two of you were sitting on his bus trying to figure out something to do. Neither of you really felt like going out to the bar with the other superstars and divas, and the idea of having a late dinner was scrapped because by the time you had finished taping, most restaurants were closed. Dean, being his natural self, suggested that the only thing you two needed to do anyway was have sex. You loved having sex with your boyfriend, and the two of you were always trying something new and different in the bedroom, but lately you had been wanting to take it just a bit further. “Babe, what would you say if I wanted to try something new in the bedroom?” “Uh, it depends on what it is. Why Jai-Lynn? What do you want to try?” You knew you had to be careful with how you told him because as adventurous as Dean was, some things were absolutely out of the question for him, and what you wanted was one of them. “Well babe,” you said while straddling him, “I was thinking, what if we brought someone in and had a threesome?” He thought about it for a minute, “Girl or guy?” “Guy.” “Hell no Jai-Lynn. No fucking way,” he said as he got up and went to the back bedroom. You knew his reaction would be like this, so you followed him. “Why not babe?” “I’m not sharing you Jai, and that’s final.” “Dean I do everything you want in and out of the bed. Why can’t we do one thing I want?” “Pick something else and we’ll do it.” “No, and I’m not having sex with you again until we do what I want.”
Two Weeks Later
You had just finished your match against AJ Lee for the Diva’s title and was on your way to find Dean. For the past two weeks you two had been avoiding each other a lot because every time you sat down to talk it turned into an argument about sex. Right now though you were on an adrenaline high and you didn’t care whether or not he agreed to what you wanted, you just wanted to have sex with your boyfriend. You made your way to his bus, and when you got on you saw that there were chocolates and rose petals everywhere. “Umm Dean?” “Yeah babe,” he said coming up behind you. “What is all of this?” “Well Jai-Lynn you won your first title tonight and I wanted to do something nice for you.” “Okay who are you and what did you do with my boyfriend?” “Haha babe. I’ve got something else for you though. Hey, you can come out now.” Just then Roman stepped out of the bedroom. “Umm what is he doing here?” You asked as kept walking towards you. “Well you said you wanted to have a threesome, so why not do it with Roman since I trust him.” By now Roman had made it over to you and was kissing on your neck, when he heard you gasp and moan he chuckled and carried you over to the couch. Before you knew what happened, both you and Roman had undressed each other and he was slowly kissing down your stomach. Soon his head was between your legs and his tongue was making a trail from your clit down until his tongue was inside you. “Oh fuck Roman,” you screamed as you arched your back and pulled him further into you by his hair. “Oh, right there.” You felt your body start to tense up as he went back to sucking on your clit and fingering you at the same time. You looked over and noticed that Dean had started stroking himself as he watched the two of you.
You soon felt yourself cum all over Roman’s fingers, and Dean must have gotten tired of watching because he got up and positioned himself in front of your mouth as Roman rammed himself into you from behind. You screamed at the invasion because he was so big and you didn’t have any time to adjust. As he stroked you fast and hard from behind, Dean shoved himself into your mouth and soon you, Dean, and Roman were all moving in rhythm with each other. A couple of hours and about five or six orgasms later you found yourself lying between your boyfriend and his friend too tired to move. “Wow baby that was amazing. Thank you so much for that,” you said as you turned towards Dean. “Yeah it was, but don’t expect it again.” “Hey love-birds,” Roman said as he got up and got dressed, “I had a fun time with you guys tonight, but I have to go now.” “See ya Rome” you and Dean called out, and went back to cuddling with each other.
It was a forbidden love, but that didn’t stop you. Love had no boundaries. You can remember the early days of your relationship, the fondling and little kisses you’d share with him in a closet. It was easier then. Keeping your relationship a secret. Nobody had to know about your mad love for him. That was until you decided to break the news to your father, Dolph Ziggler. You told him nervously, but you expected him to be supportive of it. Not this, anything but this. You knew you shouldn’t of spoken a word to him from Day 1. Your dad absolutely hated him. You were always a good girl, daddy’s little princess. You would take bullets for him if asked. But, he didn’t control you. He wasn’t in charge of you now, since you’re a grown up and so is he. It was hard to explain to him how much you loved each other, because your dad had many reasons against it. I mean, after all, he was Dean Ambrose.
Survivor Series was coming up, and you were dreading it. Brad Maddox had set up a match between Dolph Ziggler and Dean Ambrose, the winner gets to decide who you belong to. Family, or love? You had a backstage segment before the match. You were being comforted by all the divas. You got along with them all through your kind nature. They all sympathized you because you wasn’t getting a say in any of this. By now, you had realized most of your life you had been controlled, and when you finally found freedom in Dean Ambrose, you were going to be stripped of it. It was a very tearful day.
When the men did their entrances, you came out in your dad’s shirt. You were told specifically to do commentary. You had sat down next to JBL, propping your headset on, ready for all the questions.
“So, Y/N, how do you feel about the current rivalry that’s been going on between your father, Dolph Ziggler and your lover, Dean Ambrose.”
You wasn’t sure what to say. You were always told how you were suppose to feel. Gulping, you felt JBL tap your shoulder, Cole repeating the question. “I guess, I… am very up…set over—”
“Will you please stop the stammering?” JBL said impatiently as you tried again. “I’m, like, really upset, if I have to be honest with you. You know, Dean— He’s just magnificent. But my dad… I just wanna do what makes him proud.” You sighed into the microphone.
“Aren’t you angry at all?”
“Well, of course. See, what you don’t get is over the past few months since I told my dad, all they’ve been doing is fighting about what’s best for me. And they couldn’t be more wrong. Lately, I’ve felt like I do not have a voice at all. Someone else is always talking for it. And I’m sick of it— I really am because both of them are as immature as each other and the selfishness of them combined is way too overwhelming. I can’t stand it, I can’t stand them…” You rambled. “And I’m going to make them realize it.” You got up, grabbing a steel chair as you mangled yourself out of the headset then into the ring, hands gripped tightly around the cool metal.
You were breathing heavily, and yet, they still didn’t notice you in the ring. Even the ref had his back turned to you. You’d been worked up over all these months, stressing and pulling your hair out to the breaking point. You shut your eyes tightly, as the crowd roared over your next set of actions.
Once your eyes had opened again, you saw a silent crowd and two of your loved ones, rolling in pain. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you dropped the chair. You fell to your knees. The commentary was struck in shock. The ref hadn’t known what to do, so he’d rung the bell. They drew.
As you tried to gather everything up, you rolled out the ring. You were hesitant, but finally exited and walked down the ramp, into backstage. No one really knew how to comment on the actions of Y/N Ziggler.
Dean was in full-fledged worrying now, which is something he doesn’t do. But Seth left for medical help and they said that he would be clear an hour ago. Tapping his fingers against the table anxiously, Dean looked at the clock and the door. 00:56. He was suppose to be back by ten. Frustrated with not knowing the well being of his partner, Dean walked over to the door. He knocked quickly, hearing a groaning sound from inside. Is that Seth?
"It’s open," Seth shouts. Dean turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, dreading what he was about to see. Seth was sitting up on the bed, obviously in agony because of his knee. Injuries in the WWE were quite common, and by now Dean should be use to it, but there was always a risk. Sometimes one injury could enable your career to end, so you had to be extra careful. No, I am not checking up on him because I care about him. He’s my team mate, and he has to be able to fight. Dean reminded himself that sentence of pure selfishness whilst he waited outside, but now with Seth there, his mind went blank and all Dean could think about was Seth.
Dean Ambrose stormed back towards the locker room angry that The Shield had just lost another match. He didn’t know what the creative team had up their sleeves, but he was damn tired of The Shield losing all of their matches lately. As he stomped down the hallway, he felt someone bump into him. “Sorry dude, I wasn’t watching where I was going,” Dolph Ziggler said. “No shit, Dolph. If you were watching where you were going, you would have known better than to bump into me.” “Look man, don’t be mad with me because you’re on a losing streak.” This made Dean even angrier, and before Dolph realized what was happening, Dean had shoved him into an empty storage closet and pinned him against the door. “Don’t be mad at you Dolph? Is that what you said to me? I can be mad at whomever the hell I want to.” From the look in Dean’s eyes Dolph knew that he had to be careful about what he said from now on, but in the back of his mind he wanted to see how far he could push him before he snapped. He would never admit it to anyone, but Dolph had been lusting after Dean for quite a while, and now here he was pressed up against the man. Dean must have felt how aroused Dolph was getting because all of a sudden he started rubbing the crotch part of his shorts. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you, you dirty little slut.” This only made him more aroused until finally he couldn’t take it and smashed his lips against Dean’s. This drove Dean over the edge, and soon he had Dolph bent over and snatched his hair as he rammed into him over and over. By the time they were done, they were both a sweaty mess and Dean got dressed and left Dolph there to clean himself up. As he was about to leave out of the door, Dean turned around and told Dolph, “Same time and place tomorrow,” before leaving.
~~Brittany (I assumed this was what you wanted since you didn’t give any details.)
Even though Reby Sky was happily married to Matt Hardy, she couldn’t help but to be drawn to other people. It was only natural, right? It didn’t matter if she was happily married to Matt, and that she loved Matt. It was the mere fact that she was a female and Mart just couldn’t do things for her.
Luckily for Reby she has a pursuer-one from a storyline back when he and her were both in the same Indy promotion. This pursuer was Dean Ambrose-formerly known as Jon Moxley.
Reby played Dean’s little game of cat and mouse and let him pursue him-until one night it just got to be too much. Matt was out of state with Jeff, and so she took this as the perfect opportunity to lead him into her sexy world.
Dean takes the opportunity and sneaks up to her bedroom. Reby smiles and welcomes Dean with a seductive “hello there!” And pats a spit on the bed. Dean grins and slams Reby down. This leads to some very kinky and rough sex-the kinkiest and roughest one could imagine.
-Bandit (sorry it was a little biased-I’m a MattXReby shipper. And I assume you wanted present day as you called him Dean)
ROMAN REIGNS FALLS ON HIS BUTT! Skip to 1:14!
(credit to the person who recorded and uploaded to youtube!)
"Hey Y/N." I turned around and looked to see my boyfriend and Seth walking towards me with Roman who was already on the phone with his daughter. They had just finished for the night and Dean was taking me back to the hotel for dinner and movies. I was excited to spend time with my boyfriend.
"Hey guys! Great job out there." I said smiling. Dean leaned in and kissed me. "How are you babe?"
"I’m fine. Just a little sore. I’m gonna go change and grab my stuff then we cango back to the hotel." Dean answered smiling at me.
"Ok babe. Hurry up because I’m straving." I said smiling as he started to head into the locker room with Roman. Seth hung back and then started to look at me.
"So how are things?" Seth asked.
"Fine. How are you and your girlfriend?" I asked looking at him.
"Better than ever. I miss her more than anything. In fact I have a Skype date with her tonight." Seth answered smiling brighter than ever. Whenever Seth got to talk about his hometown girlfriend, he got all giddy and happy about it. It was so cute. People have told me that whenever I wasn’t with Dean and he was asked about me, he got all giddy about me too. I laughed at something Seth told me a story about his dog and then put a hand on his arm, laughing.
"Y/N, ready to go?" Dean asked. I could tell by his face, he was getting a little jealous.
"Babe, Seth was telling me a funny story about his dog." I said smiling.
'Come on babe, let's go. We have a whole night ahead of us. I'll see you later Rollins.” Dean said as he took my hand and started to lead me to his rental car. I knew Dean was a little jealous, but he had no reason to be jealous, hg knew I loved him and I only wanted to be with him. I sighed as I into the car.
"You were great tonight." I said smiling at him.
"Thanks babe. I did my best for you." Dean said, brushing off the fact that he was jealous just a second ago.
"I know, I watched you be all sexy. It was really hot." I said smiling at him. We got to the hotel in no time and then ordered dinner while we took turns taking a shower. Once the food got to the room, we started to watch movies. I cuddled up in the arms of Dean’s arms and then looked up at him, right when he was about to kiss the top of my head. He placed his lips o mine and softly kissed me.
"I love you babe." He said softly.
"I love you too." I responded looking at him. Dean got up to go to the bathroom when my phone lit up on the nightstand I looked at it to see a text from Seth.
'You will be mine.' It read. I sighed knowing that if Dean saw the text, it wasn't going to look good for me at all. This was going to make my relationship with Dean harder. I deleted the text and then smiled as Dean came back.
"You ok babe?" Dean asked wrapping his arms back around me.
"Yeah babe. I’m better tha ever." I answered looking up at him smiling. I wasn’t going to let Seth get in between Dean and I. No one would.
You could tell that your boyfriend Dean was tired because he came home and went straight to bed. He had been doing autograph signings and other press events all weekend, and he had finally made it back home around 7:30 pm. You decided to call your friends and cancel your plans with them so you could spend what little time you had left with your boyfriend. By the time you made it to the bedroom, he had already showered and spread out on the bed, so you lay beside him and asked was there anything he needed. He shook his head no, then told you about his day. Apparently a few of the girls had decided to get a little touchy during the meet-and-greet with him and the guys. All he wanted to do right now was relax and go to sleep.
Since he was laying in his stomach, you crawled onto his back and began to give him a massage. You could tell it was working because you felt his muscles loosening up in his back and shoulders. “Aww babe that feels so good, I knew there was a reason I stayed with you,” he chuckled. “Oh, really? Is this the only reason?” He sensed you were up to something because he heard your voice change. “Whatever you’re thinking about Jen, don’t do it.” “What are you talking about Dean? I’m not doing anything,” you said innocently. “Uh huh, yeah right. I’m telling you you’re going to regret it though.” You knew he meant it, but you couldn’t help but do it anyway. You leaned over on his back and began tickling his sides because you knew how ticklish he was. You had him for a minute, but before you knew it, he had flipped you over and grabbed the bottom of your foot and was tickling you. “Stop, stop Dean. I give up.” You yelled out as you kicked trying to get away. “Nope, I told you not to do it.” “I’m sorry,” you laughed. “Who’s the best boyfriend ever?” “You are, now stop tickling me.” He finally let you go and leaned over to kiss you. “You know I love you right Jen.” “Aww are you turning into a big softie on me?” you laughed. “I know you love me Dean. I love you too.”
~~~Brittany (Sorry if it sucks, I couldn’t really get into this one, no matter how much I LOVE Dean Ambrose.)
"When can I rest?" You looked over at Dean Ambrose, one of the three men who you had been paired up to work together on TV. You were recently told that soon you would be debuting on Raw, and joining The Shield, but you still need a bit more training. Since then the guys have been helping you train, and pushing you to your limits, especially Dean.
"When I say you can." Dean answered you, and watched you do 20 more reps before telling you that you can stop.
"Five minutes, and then we’ll work on some new moves."
You sighed. “I should be on Raw and Smackdown with you guys now.”
"Relax, it’s only been a couple of weeks. They’ll give you the green light soon, don’t worry sweetheart."
"Yeah, but I’ve been doing nothing but training and I know I’m ready, why do I have to keep doing this? I don’t even have matches on NXT anymore, I’m just sitting here waiting until they tell me to run out. I don’t like waiting I-" Dean cut you off, grabbing your hair and crashing his lips against yours, kissing you roughly.
"Your Australian accent it cute, but sometimes you need to just shut up. Just shut up and put that mouth of yours to better use."
You nodded your head, picking up on what he was saying. The sexual tension between you two was there, it’s always been there and now you were both reacting on it. You kissed him back, pushing him onto his back on the floor of the empty gym in the WWE Performance Center. Luckily no one was there and the two of you could get away with rolling around on the floor and taking off each others clothes. You were on top of Dean, the both of you naked and you were already putting your mouth to good use, pushing your tongue into his mouth as you kissed. You felt his erection against your thigh and now you were going to put it to better use. You parted your lips from his and put them on his cock, licking up along his length, before putting it into your mouth.
"That’s what I’m talking about." Dean groaned as you swirled your tongue around.
He grabbed your hair, as your bobbed your head up and down, gagging when you went down further, but that didn’t stop you from sucking him off. You would have kept going until he came in your mouth, but he pulled you off of him, by your hair and pushed you down on the floor. Two of his fingers pushed inside of you.
"I bet you’ve wanted this from day one." He smirked, feeling how wet you were.
You moaned in response, before he pulled his fingers out and sucked on them, tasting your juices. Without warning, he shoved himself into you, causing you to let out a loud moan. He pushed in deep, and let you adjust to his size, before lifting your left leg over his shoulder and thrusting in and out at a fast pace. His hands moved up to your breast, squeezing them each time he pounded into you.
Dean leaned over and bit your neck. “Cum for me.” He growled into your ear, as he grabbed your hair and pulled on it. His thrust got faster and harder until you hit your climax, and your walls tightened around his throbbing cock. He pulled out of you and shoved his cock into your mouth. Again you put your mouth to good use, until he shot his load into your mouth. You pulled back and swallowed his cum, laying back down on the floor with him.
"Does that count as work out?" You asked him, jokingly.
"No, and unfortunately, you used up all of your five minutes and then some." He chuckled.
"Great." You rolled your eyes and sat up but Dean pulled you down, and wrapped his arms around you.
"Not until you answer my question."
"Will you be my girlfriend?"
You laughed a little and nodded your head. “Yeah, I will.”
- Amanda :3