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amywritez · 1 year
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everyone is fucking but no one is horny
one of my twitter friends recently said that if she could order up a fic it would be a story written by someone who has only ever read the classics, 1.5 star trek novelizations, and their mother's romance novels from 1970, written about two people are so out of their minds horny for each other it causes them to make the absolute worst choices anyone's ever made.
and i almost lost my mind laughing because i do know exactly what she means. there is a weird vibe i can sometimes sense within the first few paragraphs a fic that really bums me out. it's almost like i can tell the author is thinking way too much about what i'm thinking about their id and it's suddenly like we're all suddenly wondering how riding a bicycle works when we're mid-ride. when you start worrying too much audience interpretation or how a fic is going to do or play or ugh marketability, it genuinely adds some weird self-conscious distance to whatever you're doing. and it's the pits from the reader side because it removes so much horniness from your story even if the idea you have is genuinely good! i know this is not a niche complaint--you find it literally everywhere as every sector of the creative internet gets #content-ed and people can't escape the stats of how any given creative outlet does.
but god there's literally nothing better than sitting down and reading some freaknasty person's art where they do not give a single shit if you like it. they had something to say and my god they were gonna say it. i've accidentally acquired so many kinks by clicking on a story where someone took me on the most insane ride of my life and i thrilled about it. i don't wanna read about polite normal regular love. i don't wanna read about people using therapy-speak on each other. i wanna read about two people feeling the biggest craziest feelings of their entire life and they cannot do anything about it except bang it out. what else are we doing here? if they're not fucking down an entire house, well jed i don't even wanna read it.
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amywritez · 3 years
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amywritez · 4 years
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Strawberry blonde pile of failure.
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amywritez · 4 years
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hey roleplay community, heads up.
I’ve been thinking… since I have over 100 followers that I’m pretty sure aren’t porn blogs and I have a lot of RPers that follow me, maybe I should offer to promote some blogs? there are some decent stories out there that people are doing that I’m not involved in. So if you want a promo, or have someone you want me to point out, my inbox is open. Same for fanart blogs. I spend enough time yelling about the porn bots, I want to give some attention to the community instead. 
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amywritez · 4 years
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Since I’ve been on a bit of a Moxley kick today, I thought I’d share some must-see promos and matches of his.
Be warned: most of these contain explicit language, blood, and extreme violence.
Matches:
Jon Moxley & Rob Matrix vs Foreign Intelligence (2004) - HWA                           note: one of his earliest matches
Jon Moxley vs Cody Hawk  (2006) - HWA
Jon Moxley vs Drake Younger (2008)  - Dog Collar Match, IPW  Part 1, Part 2 
Jon Moxley vs Brain Damage  (2009) - Tournament of Death, CZW
Jon Moxley vs Drake Younger  (2010) - No Rope Barbed Wire match, WXW     note: I believe this was the match where Dean got that scar on his back
Jon Moxley vs B-Boy  (2010) - World Heavyweight Championship Match, CZW
Jon Moxley vs Nick Gage vs Ego Fantastico (2010) - CZW
Jon Moxley vs Brodie Lee/Luke Harper (2010) - Evolve
Jon Moxley vs Drake Younger  (2010) - CZW
Jon Moxley vs Austin Aries (2011) - Evolve                                                         note: last match in the indies
Promos:
Unbreakable (2008) - HWA
“I’m just a sick guy” (2008) - IPW
Say Your Goodbyes Drake Younger (2008) - IPW
Possession (2009) - IPW
“I know about running the gauntlet” (2009) - Elite Pro
“They’re gonna call it an upset” (2010) - CZW 
“I want Batista”  (2010) - CZW
“What I want is Bryan Danielson’s head on a stick” (2010) - DGUSA
Chicago Street Fight (2010) - DGUSA
Jon Moxley will achieve greatness (2011) - Evolve
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amywritez · 5 years
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Do I write some Sambrose fluff? Hmm. I was thinking Christmas themed, but... I know a lot of people are doing holiday and I don’t know...
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amywritez · 6 years
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Fire and Ice
Ambrollins, angry/rough sex, established relationship. Crossposted to Ao3 and elsewhere.
He couldn’t even remember what they were fighting about, not really. Something stupid had set him off, he was sleep deprived and stressed out, and Seth was definitely feeling the strain of distance in their relationship as well. So all day things had just been… bad. Not bad, not really, but both men were on edge and snappish.
Things came to a head shortly after dinner. Something about dishes or leftovers or… something. Someone not doing something the “right” way, someone throwing around “You always – “ swiftly followed by “You never – “ and the next thing Dean knew, he was strangling a dish towel and vaguely imagining it was Seth’s throat he was wringing.
He knew he wasn’t really mad at Seth about it, that it was just the buildup of the last few months leaking out. He also knew he should probably just man up and apologize, take one for the team, try and smooth over the situation. But he was stubborn as fuck sometimes, and he really wanted Seth to be the one to apologize this time.
“Why don’t you come over here and do something about it, then?” Seth’s voice was taunting from across the room, and all over again Dean wanted to punch that smug look off his face.
“Maybe I fucking will, Seth. What then? You gonna bust my arm all over again?”
A look flashed across Seth’s face, and Dean knew that they probably both felt the exact same way. He crossed the room in one long step, crowding Seth back into the wall, carefully not touching him but getting as close as he could. He knew his eyes were narrowed in anger, could feel the heat on his cheeks.
Seth opened his mouth to say something, head ducking, backing down just a little. Dean suspected he was going to de-escalate because Dean had brought up his arm, but he needed to bleed off the adrenaline of his anger and he had very few outlets to do that with only one arm. “Don’t. Don’t say a fucking thing, Seth.” He swiftly closed the space between them by pulling Seth’s face to his and kissing him, hard.
There was nothing soft or gentle about this. This was a continuation of the battle between them, Dean demanding in the kiss, aggressive, tongue pushing its way into Seth’s mouth. Seth responded after the briefest of hesitations, getting with the program and returning the favor, tongue sweeping into Dean’s mouth the second there was an opportunity.
Dean was startled as he felt Seth’s hands drop to his waist, then spin him and shove him all the way back into the wall with enough force to rattle the picture hung there. His lips broke away, huffing out a soft laugh, a challenge in his eyes. He’d been careful in positioning himself so that Seth could get away if he was actually angry enough that he didn’t want to play this game, but Seth had used that hint of separation to his own advantage. “That all you got, Rollins?” His voice was pure bratty Ambrose underlaid with the heat of desire ripping through him.
“Fuck you, Ambrose.” Seth’s voice was a mockery of Dean’s tone, leaving Dean with his lips twisted in something half-smirk and half-sneer.
“Nah, the plan is to fuck you.” Dean pushed forward off the wall at the same time his hand slid into the back of Seth’s sweatpants, boldly palming Seth’s ass and making him take half a step back. He took advantage of the distraction, his good hand grabbing Seth by the forearm tightly and dragging him in the direction of the bedroom, not a word being spoken.
The second they crossed the threshold, he was back on Seth; this time he was the one pivoting the other man into the wall with a loud bang. He would have worried about being too rough had Seth not immediately surged forward to pull Dean’s face to him, kissing him urgently. He barely bit back a groan at how needy Seth was, even as he refused to give an inch. Had he both functioning arms, he would be picking Seth up right about now and literally throwing him on the bed, but in the meantime, he resorted to breaking the embrace for the barest of seconds to sweep the dresser clear of hairbrushes and product and whatever else was on there. He dimly registered the crash of a glass hitting the floor in the chaos, but he couldn’t even pretend to care in the moment. All that mattered was getting Seth perched up on the edge of the dresser, where Dean could leverage the situation to his advantage again.
He tugged Seth’s arm, and Seth allowed himself to be manipulated onto the dresser and leaned back into the mirror. Dean pushed his way between Seth’s thighs, his good hand finding its way onto Seth’s throat, not restricting airflow, just pushing his head back to show off the long line of his throat. They made eye contact, that alone sending new waves of heat through Dean. He leaned into his boyfriend’s space, immediately latching onto his throat and sucking hard. Seth made a strangled sound deep in his throat, the hand not supporting his weight grasping at Dean’s side, fingers knotting in Dean’s shirt.
Dean laid in a vicious bite to Seth’s trapezius muscle, finally making Seth cry out. The mark Dean had left on Seth’s throat was a horrifying shade of purple already, and this bite almost broke the skin. He was pretty sure he had some bruising on his own back from being slammed into the wall, and he suspected Seth would have the same. They would both look like they’d been in a fight tomorrow. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror – his eyes were fever-bright, a feral grin on his face. He looked crazy and felt barely in control, but the look he was getting from Seth was pure hunger and lust.
Good.
Dean cocked his head to the side and took in Seth for a brief moment. He leaned back in and tore Seth’s shirt right off him. It was just an old plain t-shirt, so Dean thought he could get away with it. He was right – all he got was a sharp inhale from Seth, no complaints. His eyes flicked back to Seth’s face, getting lost in the dark pools of Seth’s eyes. Seth’s pupils were completely blown; his breathing fast. He was clearly enjoying this side of Dean, the one that was rough and demanding.
Double good.
“Was in the way,” Dean muttered, voice gravelly as he leaned in to latch onto one of Seth’s nipples, teeth scraping across the tip before he sucked hard. He had a mouth like a Hoover when he wanted to, and he did tonight. Seth yelped, fingers grasping at Dean’s hair, pulling it a little. Dean pulled off with an obscene slurping sound, smirking up at Seth. “That all ya got? Pull harder if you want more, babe.”
In response, Seth wound a lock around his fingers and yanked. “Like this? This get the message across?” There was a snarl on Seth’s face too. “Don’t care about the shirt. I think it was yours.” He laughed hoarsely.
Dean groaned even as he smiled up at Seth. “Now you’re getting it.” His voice had gone breathless, and he could see a calculating look on Seth’s face. Sure enough, Seth pulled even harder, and the sound Dean made was definitely not pain, but a combination of moan and want and something resembling a cat in heat. He wasn’t proud of it, but the look that crossed Seth’s face and the smirk on his lips made Dean ignore it in favor of pulling free and biting at Seth’s chest. He heard Seth’s sharp inhale as his fingers tried to get back into Dean’s hair, but Dean’s hand slid down Seth’s abs to tug at the drawstring of Seth’s pants, distracting Seth long enough for Dean to shift his weight and pull Seth back off the dresser.
“On your knees.” It was clearly an order, one Dean wasn’t sure Seth would obey, but a heartbeat later Seth sank to his knees on the floor. Dark eyes flicked up to meet blue, a challenge in them, but Dean knew he’d already won this one. Seth’s sweat pants weren’t able to hide a damn thing, and they both knew it was in both of their best interests for Seth to play along, the sooner the better judging by the tenting in Seth’s pants.
Dean’s hands fumbled at the button of his jeans, a little shaky from the adrenaline singing through him. Seth batted his hands away and popped the button, yanking the jeans down none too gently. Dean settled back on his heels, standing almost at parade rest before reaching out and fisting the bun in Seth’s hair, pulling Seth’s face into his boxer-covered crotch. Seth braced his hands against Dean’s thighs before breathing in deeply, the barest hint of a shiver visible across his shoulders.
“Uh-uh, hands behind your back. You know what to do.” Dean’s voice was thick with want, barely above a whisper, but still sounding totally in control. Seth flicked his eyes up to Dean’s face for an instant before crossing his wrists behind his back and nuzzling in, trailing his nose against the barely covered bulge in front of him. Dean fought to keep from hissing in a breath, keeping his hand steady in Seth’s hair as the younger man teased him to full hardness, lips tracing out the line of Dean’s cock and mouthing over his balls.
Seth looked up through lowered lashes as he bit the waistband of Dean’s boxers and dragged them down with his teeth just low enough to free his cock. Dean couldn’t suppress the shiver down his spine at that, not even caring that Seth also caught it and smiled smugly before running a teasing tongue up Dean’s length. “Don’t get cocky,” Dean said, as he finished pulling down his boxers with his bad hand. He took hold of his cock and tapped it gently against Seth’s lips until the younger man opened his mouth to take in as much as he could in one smooth move. “That’s it. Take all of it.” Dean held Seth’s head in place, not letting him pull back until Dean felt him start to choke a little. He let Seth ease off for a second to breathe, then tightened his fingers in Seth’s hair again and urged him into a fast pace. Not really sucking, but tongue lashing across the underside of his cock as the warm, wet heat surrounded it, fingers pressing the back of Seth’s head to keep him on pace until he started gagging.
He gave him another rest to breathe, watching saliva drip from Seth’s lips as his chest heaved, trying to get air in. As soon as Seth’s breathing eased, Dean pushed Seth’s head back down, moving him at an even faster pace. It was a rare thing that Dean would use Seth this way; generally he preferred things slower, to savor the moment, and this much this fast would lead to a sooner end than he wanted if he kept it up. He pulled Seth by the hair until Seth fully swallowed his cock, pinning him in place, nose pressed against Dean’s belly. He felt Seth’s throat spasm around him, finally relenting and letting him pull off. He had a moment of wondering if it was too much before he felt Seth shift restlessly under his hand and he looked further down and saw the beginning of a wet spot on Seth’s sweatpants. “Like that, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question, but even now Dean couldn’t shut off his filthy mouth. “Like it when I use you. Got you hard and leaking for me already.”
When Seth didn’t respond to him, he tightened his hand and gave his head a sharp tug, pulling him back down. This time he set a slower pace, letting Seth do some real work with his tongue, getting some real suction going. He couldn’t bite back the moan this time. He knew this was going to have to stop, soon, so he clenched his fist again and dragged Seth’s head back and forth along his cock at a rapid pace before pulling him all the way off. He was forceful enough it unbalanced Seth, who had to put a hand down.
They looked at each other for a beat, eyes like smoldering coal and glacial ice meeting, all that emotion simmering barely beneath the surface. “Get up. Pants off.” Dean’s voice was so hoarse that it sounded like he was the one who had been deep-throating his boyfriend, not the other way around.
He was gratified to see that Seth didn’t hesitate. Whatever they were feeling, horny was winning out in a big way. His own anger toward Seth had simmered way down, but he was still furious at his circumstances. It was probably a bad thing that he’d let it get to this point, but he would probably be ready to talk about his feelings in the next day or so, assuming Seth was as forgiving as he hoped.
Seth turned around without needing to be told. Dean stepped up behind him, hands coming up to caress his chest before raking nails down it, drawing a hiss from Seth. “’M not going easy on you, pretty boy,” Dean whispered into Seth’s ear.
“Don’t expect you to. Don’t want you to either.” Seth’s voice was rough but far more composed than Dean wanted. It was only a quick step to the bedside table to grab the lube before he was back in place behind his boyfriend, forcefully bending him over. He ran hands all over Seth’s ass, roughly spreading the cheeks, fingers digging in as he massaged it. He would always take time to appreciate it when he had this view. “You just gonna look or are you gonna do something with my ass?” Seth’s voice was taunting.
“I’m gonna do something, all right.” Dean punctuated his words with a harsh slap, his own hand stinging and a glowing red mark springing up on the olive skin. Seth barely stifled a gasp, making Dean smirk. He only had one hand to work with, so he couldn’t really go to town, but he did manage to lay in a few nice hand prints with some successive swats. Each strike pulling a breathy moan out of Seth, heat rushing to the surface of Seth’s skin as it reddened under Dean’s ministrations.
From the corner of his eye, Dean saw Seth blindly reaching out for the edge of the bed to brace himself. “Nah. Grab your ankles instead.”
“Really? Why?” Dean could hear the eyeroll in Seth’s voice.
“I want you totally at my mercy.” Something in his tone made Seth go quiet and comply, spreading his legs a little wider and assuming the position as ordered. It was a hell of a sight, one that always made Dean pause. The trust, the vulnerability to be in a position like this, was breathtaking. Not to mention it was hot as hell. He ran a teasing finger over the curve of Seth’s ass before the quiet snick of the lid of the bottle of lube broke the silence. He saw Seth take a deep breath at the sound, something that brought a smile to his own face, even as the anticipation ramped up.
Even with the way need was burning through him, he didn’t rush the next step, taking Seth in one slow glide until he was deep inside, fingers tight on Seth’s hips. He paused for a second, flexing as he made sure he was balls-deep, then withdrew almost all the way before slamming back in with enough force he could hear Seth exhale all his breath.
He set up a brutal pace, the next thrusts fast but shallow, waiting for Seth to relax all the way. He couldn’t see his face, but the stifled curses he was hearing gave him an almost smug feeling. Once the curses subsided into broken moans, he reached up and raked nails down Seth’s back, making him arch upward. Dean grabbed his shoulder, using it as leverage to slam in and out even harder.
The sounds of skin slapping and moaning filled the room. Dean could see beads of sweat breaking out across Seth’s back, could feel sweat beading across his own brow as he fucked Seth hard and deep, his good hand tight on Seth’s shoulder. He was gritting his teeth, his thighs burning with the effort he was putting into the powerful thrusts he was using.
“This what you wanted? Fucking you so hard you won’t be able to sit comfortably for days.” He pulled Seth back into a bowed position, letting Seth grip Dean’s good arm with one of his behind his back, his other hand threaded into Seth’s hair, extending the line of his throat. “Tell me how much you love it. How much you love my cock in your ass.”
“I… fuck. I love it. Feeling you so deep. Shit, Dean.” Dean felt Seth’s other hand bracing against his thigh, nails digging in. “Feels good. S-so good.”
“No one will ever fuck you as good as I do. Never has, never will.” A cocky tone crept into Dean’s voice after hearing how breathless and lost in pleasure Seth sounded.
“No one else ever has. And no one else but you ever will fuck me.” Seth was starting to sound desperate, pulling back against the hand in Dean’s hair, trying to get to a better angle for himself.
“Damn straight. This ass is mine. Forever and always.” He let go of Seth’s hair, letting his boyfriend get to a deeper curve in his back. This time he didn’t stop Seth from bracing against the edge of the bed, instead using it to his advantage to press down on Seth’s lower back, feeling it the moment he started hitting Seth’s prostate as Seth jerked hard.
“Oh, oh, fuck, there, don’t stop, baby.” Seth was mostly muttering to himself, but the words went straight to Dean’s ego. And his inner bastard.
He wasn’t in any mood to let this end soon, so when he saw Seth reaching for his dick, he pulled Seth’s hands behind his back, not letting him touch himself. “Your dick belongs to me too. No touching.”
A low whine exited Seth, followed by a string of curse words. Seth started working his hips backward, trying for more stimulation. “Fuck… fuck you, Dean.”
“Told you, I’m fucking you tonight.” Dean uttered a low laugh before Seth wrenched an arm free.
“Two can play at being bossy, asshole.” Seth reached back to pinch Dean’s thigh, hard enough it startled Dean into dropping his other arm. He shifted but didn’t completely pull away. “I’m done playing your game tonight, so if you want to get off, it’s my turn.”
Dean cocked his head for an instant as he thought. His own rage had long subsided into something more manageable, so he was willing to compromise. “What are your terms?”
“I want you flat on your back on the bed. I’m gonna take what I need from you now that you’ve had your fun.”
Dean slowly slid out and before Seth could stalk away, he turned him and captured his lips in a blistering kiss. He could even taste how angry Seth still was, and it sent a shiver through him.
It was Seth’s turn to have a low, dangerous voice, and damn if it wasn’t sexy as hell. “Thought I said on the bed, Dean.”
A half-smile ghosted across Dean’s lips as he answered, his tone faintly mocking. “Yes, sir.”
He gently climbed onto the bed as directed, somewhat surprised when Seth followed but knelt astride Dean’s chest. “Suck my dick, Dean.”
Dean’s smile fully bloomed at that. He didn’t often say it out loud, but he absolutely loved giving Seth head. He would do it all day if he could. The moans Seth made were his favorite sound in the world, something he could never get enough of.
He tried not to appear too eager as he tilted his head forward to take the tip into his mouth, savoring the taste, the texture, even the musky smell. He barely held back a moan as Seth shifted forward to slide himself more fully into Dean’s mouth. He relaxed his throat to let Seth dictate the pace, letting Seth fuck his throat slowly.
His eyes drifted closed, and he gave up on holding back the moans once Seth fisted both hands into Dean’s hair. Seth wasn’t the only one who got something out of being used, and Dean was enjoying the whole process of Seth thrusting slow and deep into his mouth. He worked his throat, swallowing around Seth’s cock, loving the sounds he was able to wring out of him. Panting breaths, moans, cursing under his breath. And all Dean had to do was swallow, work his tongue a little, and try to breathe on occasion. Seth’s knees bracketed his shoulders, so he couldn’t even try to use his hands if he wanted to.
And that was something else too. Restrained without restraints. When Seth let go of his hair with one hand, he let out a whine of displeasure. Seth picked up on it, of course. “You like that? Me controlling you like this?” Dean couldn’t help the way his dick twitched traitorously, showing Seth exactly how much Dean was liking it. “Fuck, that’s hot. Shit. I can’t keep this up, and I want to cum with your dick in me.”
Dean coughed as Seth rolled off him, trying to adjust to the air flowing freely again, his eyes watering and the taste of copper in his mouth. He supposed he’d split his lip at some point but hadn’t even noticed it. He licked the faint trace of blood off his lip as he watched Seth straddle his thighs, making eye contact as he slowly sank down onto Dean’s cock again.
The tight heat surrounding him made him throw his head back against the pillows. “Shit. So tight.” His voice was completely wrecked, so hoarse it was just barely audible. He bit at his own lip to stifle a groan, pulling fresh blood to the surface.
His hands found their way to Seth’s hips, encouraging him to move harder, and Seth slapped them away. “It’s my show now. Hands off.” Having eased his way with a few shallow strokes, Seth started riding Dean in earnest. He was angled forward, hands pressed to Dean’s chest, hips rolling for maximum depth and grinding down every time their flesh met. The friction was delicious, but not nearly enough for Dean, but he supposed that was the point. Had he the ability, he would be planning exactly how he was going to roll them and take control back, but he really was at Seth’s mercy now.
He gave Seth a slow smile, before crossing his arms behind his head. “Okay. Go ahead, use me.” Inside it was killing him to not be able to touch, tease, help build Seth’s pleasure, but on the other hand, if Seth wanted to be left to it Dean was going to give him exactly what he asked for.
“Fuck. If I didn’t like this so much you’d be left high and dry for that,” Seth snapped as he crashed down even harder on Dean’s cock, hard enough that it stole the breath from Dean’s lungs. “Always have to know better. Gotta play the smug asshole. Can’t be fucking open and honest and –“
“Hey.” Dean reached out and tugged Seth down into a kiss. He was gratified to hear Seth make a small noise of pleasure at the change in angle, or perhaps just enjoying Dean shutting him up by attempting to get his tongue as far as possible down Seth’s throat. He threaded fingers into Seth’s hair, thoroughly mussing the remnants of the bun it had been in, as Seth rebalanced himself to brace on his forearms. Seth’s hips stuttered to a slow grind, the sweat between them acting as a lubricant to allow his dick to slide in the tiny space between their bellies.
As their lips finally parted for air, Dean whispered, “I’m sorry.” He peppered Seth’s lips and jaw with kisses, murmuring apologies in between them. He slid a hand in between them, searching out a hardened nub, squeezing and rolling it as best he could between his fingers, feeling Seth arch into his touch.
“Stop.” It was the faintest of whispers, but Dean immediately stilled, eyes searching Seth’s face. “I don’t want you sweet. I’m still mad at you and then you go and get nice and –“
Dean rolled his eyes and pulled Seth back down for another kiss, this time anything but gentle. Teeth clicking with force, biting on Seth’s lip with enough force to open a small cut. He sucked at it, smearing more of the crimson across their lips, tasting the tang of blood. He heard Seth’s sharp inhale, followed by Seth rising back to his knees.
He was absolutely gorgeous, kneeling astride Dean’s hips, eyes closed and head thrown back as he started riding Dean hard. He was rising up as high as he could, maximizing the length of the stroke and bottoming out hard. The slap of skin on skin echoed through the room. The circular grind of Seth’s hips before rising back up made Dean’s eyes roll back in his head and curses fall from his lips. He watched Seth run fingers across his own chest, pinching at a nipple, so Dean reached down and started to slowly stroke Seth’s cock, trying to find a rhythm that would work with the frantic pace Seth was riding him.
He quickly gave up on it, instead spitting in his palm in place of lube, loosely closing his fist around Seth and letting his natural movement take over. “That’s it, babe. Fuck my hand. I want you to cum all over me.” There was only so long he could last with this kind of movement, and he would be damned if he was the first one over the edge.
His words only spurred Seth to move faster, moaning out on every glide of his hips. “Shit. Gonna give you what you want. Cum all over you."
“Yeah? Good. I want you to. Wanna see you lose all control, you fall apart so beautifully for me every time.” He thrust up as much as he could, meeting Seth’s downward stroke with force, hearing Seth whimper every time. “Fuck. I’m gonna meet you there, okay? Cum for me, babe.”
Seth was seemingly beyond words, giving a jerky nod as Dean flexed the fingers of his bad hand tight on Seth’s hip, urging him back down once, twice, three times, then things went white for a second and he moaned out as he shot his release deep into Seth.
“Fuck, baby. Feels good.” Dean opened his eyes when he heard Seth whisper, seeing Seth’s eyes closed, head thrown back, still riding him as Dean’s cock continued to dribble out spurts of cum.
“You feel good. So good, so tight around me. Fucking gorgeous, best thing I’ve ever done was get with you. Come on, show me how good I make you feel. Come on, Seth, cum for me. Cover my chest and belly with your load. Paint me up real good.” Dean tightened up his hold on Seth’s cock as he kept talking dirty to his lover.
“Fuck, fuck, yes, baby…” Suddenly Seth gasped and tensed up as his climax crested, reaching down with his own hand to help Dean milk out his release. And it was a hell of a sight. Spurts shot out, covering Dean all the way up to his chin with milky fluid, stream after stream of it. Seth slowly sank back down one last time, balancing his weight on Dean’s hips, legs a little shaky.
“I’d make a joke about you being pent up but I know exactly when you got off last and it was a few hours ago,” Dean said with a smirk. “Hell of a fucking load. Glad I didn’t volunteer to take that in the face, I woulda drowned.”
“Don’t be fucking cute. I’m still mad.” Seth’s tone wasn’t angry any more though, more tired than anything. “You aren’t the only one who hates that you aren’t on the road. But don’t take it out on me, Dean.”
Dean swallowed. “I know. I’m sorry. I… I shouldn’t have snapped.” He winced as Seth none too gently climbed off him, coming up to sit leaned against the pillows beside him. “I really am sorry. I know I’ve been on edge for a couple weeks now, I’m just…” He sighed again, not wanting to really talk about it but knowing he had to say something.
“I know you’re sorry. I’m sorry too. I knew I was pushing your buttons but…” He trailed off, looking away.
Dean sighed as he leaned over the edge of the bed, fishing the remnants of the shirt Seth had been wearing off the floor and using it to clean the worst of the mess off himself before silently offering it to Seth.
Seth’s voice was distant as he pulled his knees up, wrapping his arms around them. “It’s hard. I miss you, but I don’t want to worry you so I try to play down how much it’s killing me to be away from you. Because I remember what it’s like to be the one at home. How alone you feel.”
Dean swallowed hard. “I don’t even have any friends to spend time with, not since moving in here.” His voice was barely a whisper. “I’m not complaining, I’m happy to be here, to be with you and to have your rehab team working with me, but I get so lonely sometimes, locked up in my own head and… I don’t have any outlets. I can’t do shit with this arm. And… it’s not going well. The rehab. It’s not healing. Not just healing slow, the surgical repair… it’s not healing. There was a lot of atrophy and the repair… they might need to redo it.”
Seth turned to face him. “Dean. How long have you known?”
“I got a call yesterday. I forgot to tell you, we were going out for dinner and I wanted to wait until we were home and I forgot. Then I didn’t know how to tell you. I didn’t want to ruin your days off, and – “
“Your health is more important than me having carefree days at home. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, but – “
“No but. It’s more important. You let me lean on you all the time. I have big shoulders, you should try leaning on me some time.”
“I hate being…”
“Vulnerable? I know. You don’t hide that very well.” Seth leaned over to put his head on Dean’s shoulder.
Dean wrapped an arm around Seth’s shoulders. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. Shouldn’t have taken out all that stress and frustration and anger and whatever else I have rattling around in my head on you.”
“Maybe I knew what I was doing. Maybe I was trying to poke the bear a little. You were so on edge and I wanted you to get some of it out.” He still wouldn’t let Dean turn his face to look at him.
“Maybe you’re a little shit. But I get it. I… just… I’m not used to people taking care of me, you know?”
“Mmm. It makes it hard. You pull away when you know I’m trying to.”
“Do I? I… I didn’t know.”
“You do. You deflect. Make everything a joke. Or turn it into something else. You have to be really sick or exhausted or else you fight it. And I like taking care of you, just because I want to. Why else do I cook? It’s one of the only ways you let me.”
“I’m sorry, babe. I really am.”
“I know you are. I also know you don’t mean to be like that. Communication isn’t something either of us is good at.” Seth finally turned to look at Dean. “But it’s worth working on. Making ourselves uncomfortable. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“You’re worth everything. I don’t know what I would do if I had to be going through this alone.”
Seth leaned in, placing a soft kiss on the corner of Dean’s lips. “I’m glad you don’t have to. I’m happy that I can help you, repay some of what you did for me last year. You just have to let me help, okay?”
Dean nodded. “I will. Promise.”
“Good.” Seth resettled, head lower on Dean’s shoulder, tucking himself into Dean’s side. “I love you too.”
Dean pressed a kiss into Seth’s hair. “Babe?” Seth made a questioning sound in reply. “For the record, if you want it rough, you don’t have to piss me off like that. Just ask.” He could even hear the grin in his own voice.
“Fuck you, Dean.”
“Thought you just did. But if you want round two, it can be arranged…” He just laughed as Seth bounced a pillow off his head.
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amywritez · 6 years
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Why is it that instead of writing the story I have to for my fic exchange my brain keeps coming up with other stuff? I have an almost finished Mox/Jimmy Jacobs piece that i procrastinated with last week, and today the Ambrollins fireman/teacher coming out au story I've been noodling on has bloomed in my head. Why???
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Ballad of Dean and Renee
Spent tonight at the hospital, and was bored, and so I wrote this on my phone.
Dean Ambrose/Renee Young, rated 14+ for language, pretty fluffy, about 2250 words. No editing because phone. And pain. Sorry for any errors. Might clean it up before posting to Ao3. Mentions of (planned) pregnancy. No smut.
So maybe they hadn’t gone about things the “normal” way. The “right” way. But fuck it, they did things their way. Getting married in the back yard, in the middle of the night, it just felt right. Hell, they were never really engaged either. He’d brought it up a bunch of times, getting married; Renee had laughed at him, assuming it was a joke or some other nebulous maybe sometime plan. She’d been surprised when he actually suggested getting the marriage license in Reno, but finally understood that he’d been testing the waters for an actual proposal... only to cut him off at the knees. She didn’t want a proposal. She wanted to just one day be caught in the whirlwind and go off and get married, no plan, no big deal.
God, he loved her.
And yeah, planning was not his strong suit either. He was not the most organized guy around. He lost everything, all the time. His style was minimalist by design – not because he didn’t like things, but things were things that could get lost or destroyed or be too cumbersome to keep track of... so he didn’t need things. On the other hand, he was excellent at keeping his mouth shut if he needed to. So he actually went out and bought a wedding set for her. Didn’t tell a soul. Kept it in the bedside drawer, in the tangle of extra chargers, books he was really gonna finish one of these days, old passports, and birthday cards from Renee. She never went in that drawer, and even if she should look in, there was no way the little black box would be spotted in that mess.
He’d planned a getaway for them, in the one week off they got a year, but then he got called back early. Renee was pissed. Understandably. It went double because they both knew without being told that he was being traded from Smackdown to Raw. They got home, and that night before bed, he pulled out the rings. Said that they tried to keep married couples together, so maybe if she started wearing this, they would move her to Raw too. Not the romantic proposal he’d thought he would make one day, but there you go. It was honest, and true, and while pragmatic it was still heartfelt. He didn’t want them to be split up either, and for all his giftedness on the mic, when it came down to it often he lacked the words for what his brain and heart were shoving at him at warp speeds.
She was speechless. Finally she looked at him and said, “Why are we waiting? Why don’t we just do it tonight?” He looked at her, a million things going through his head: for all that she’d talked about eloping he had thought she would want a real wedding; it was the middle of the night and she was in pyjamas; didn’t she want her mom there? But all that came out was the truth: “I can’t wait another minute to be married to you.”
So she pulled up Yelp, found someone to marry them. He called their friend who lived around the block, and within an hour they were married, and it’s amazing what can change in such a short time... because everything was different, better, more. Exhilarated and happy, even though he had to leave without her in a few short hours to go ahead to Raw.
And there was fallout from it. Kicked off Divas, on the shit list for not running it by the office. Whatever. They were the ones who wanted to put their relationship on TV, not Dean and Renee. They shouldn’t get a say in things like this, but they thought they were entitled to it. He could not care less. He was over the moon happy, happier than he had ever though he could be, certainly more than he ever thought he deserved to be.
The one drawback was that they never got time for a honeymoon. He wasn’t a beach guy. He was cheap by nature, even among the notoriously cheap clan of wrestlers, so the idea of paying to sleep somewhere just to lay out in sun and heat... they lived in Las Vegas. Hot and sun were plentiful, and they had a pool, so it never made sense to him. But she wanted to go away somewhere, so he got to planning. Surprised her with plane tickets and weaseled a weekend off from the office. Not like he hadn’t worked more than anyone else for three years running, spent the previous summer working double shots to cover for Roman. They couldn’t deny him one weekend off house shows once he put his foot down about it.
The timing was pretty good, once the day drew near. He’d wrecked his elbow at TLC, needed some time to just rest it, and with the virus that had wiped out some of their big draws for the overseas tour he had no choice but to suck it up and work through it. So the weekend off was actually sort of for medical reasons too. At least, he’d claim that anyway.  
TLC had brought about another change, of sorts. He’d been banged up pretty badly, none of the tables had broken when he’d been thrown into them, and by the end of the match he was questioning his commitment to this line of work. He’d started thinking a little more about life after wrestling. He was doing okay for himself, making decent money, he had a financial plan in place to get to a point where he could comfortably retire and not need to worry about money barring emergencies in the next decade.  Assuming things stayed the way they were, that is. But.
People all around him were having babies. Roman had his twin boys, less than a year ago. Brie and Bryan had Birdie. Even Mike and Maryse were expecting. He knew Renee was good with kids, she was great with her little cousins, and seeing her with Make A Wish kids gave him all kinds of feelings. Ones he thought he would never have. He always thought he would be too much of a screw-up to be able to responsibly parent anyone, but he also always thought he would never be a homeowner, and he was managing that. He had a very spoiled dog, who was seeming to thrive. Hell, he even had cacti. He was almost like a full-grown adult now.
So he was starting to think about that. A baby girl with Renee’s big doe eyes. A boy with his own dimples. Hell, he might even be open to adopting, if they wanted to, Lord knows his gene pool was questionable. Baby smiles are baby smiles, who cares what the baby looks like. Holding and cuddling a tiny person, who looks at you like you hung the moon, trusting that you will care for them... and knowing you will do anything in your power to make their lives better than your own was. Even the idea of changing diapers wasn’t so gross and scary anymore.
It was Saturday night, the night before Survivor Series. He was antsy, on edge. He wanted to talk to Renee about this whole everyone-else-is-procreating situation, the feelings it was bringing up, but he didn’t know how to approach it. They hadn’t really ever talked about it before. Vaguely, in the distant future, maybe... but never anything concrete. He had no idea if she was ready, if she wanted to, anything. And the last thing he wanted was to come across as some entitled asshole, being all, I put a ring on it so now get with the babies. Not like he was the one who would have to change his entire life for nine months before it all changed again forever. And Renee was his whole world, his everything. If she wasn’t wanting this, he didn’t want her to feel at all like she couldn’t say no.
He was up and down, from the chair to the bed to the desk back to the bed and back to the chair. He had his book, then was watching TV, then fiddling with Renee’s iPad. Finally she stopped him. “What is wrong with you?”
“Nothing.” He wouldn’t make eye contact.
“Well, that’s a load of crap. Something is bothering you.”
He sighed. “It’s not bothering me. It’s nothing, really.”
“Then why can’t you just put on We Bare Bears or something and settle down?”
“I-” He stopped. “It’s no big deal. Just thinking about something is all.”
“About your match? Why don’t you call Seth and see what he’s thinking?”
“No, not that. Definitely not something I wanna call Seth about, that’s for sure.” He scuffed a toe along the carpet.
“Then what? You know you can talk to me about anything, babe.”
“I... I just been thinking. About stuff.” He was decidedly not making eye contact.
“Well that’s certainly informative.” She got off the bed and straddled his lap on the chair, using one finger to tilt his chin up until he met her eyes. He kept trying to look away, but then his eyes would dart back to hers. Finally he sighed.
“Didn’t know how to bring this up. And I don’t want you to like, feel any pressure or anything. I just been thinking, I don’t know... maybe... have you thought about having kids?”
She stared at him blankly for a good minute. “That’s what’s going on? You didn’t know how to say ‘Hey babe, how’s about I give knocking you up the old college try?’”
A brief look of panic flitted across his face. “I didn’t say I wanted to, not right now, but like, everyone I know seems to be having them, you know? And like, we haven’t really talked about it, but maybe I might kind of be warming up to the idea, and I don’t want you to think I expect you to have babies, especially not since we’ve only been married, what six or seven months? It’s not like I think you need to because I married you, especially since you did me the favor of marrying me, not the other way around, I ain’t that dumb to think otherwise, I’m the one who got lucky here -”
He was silenced by lips gently pressed to his, the kiss soft and sweet. “We both got lucky. And I would never think you were that much of a Neanderthal, to just expect me to pump out babies just because we got married. I wouldn’t have married you if that was something that ever crossed my mind.”
He smiled slightly. “I might have been making myself a bit of a basket case for a couple weeks over this. Had a lot of time to think about shit during those long, lonely nights in Europe.”
“Why now though, like... this is something we should talk about for sure, but it kind of seems like it’s out of left field.”
“Dunno. Thinking about what I want after wrestling. Seeing you cooing over Birdie. All the damn ultrasounds Mike is shoving in everyone’s face. Just got on my mind I guess.”
“Wait. Are you telling me that Dean Ambrose, the self-proclaimed baddest man on the planet, has baby fever?” She smiled, the teasing affectionate. “You wanna make our belated honeymoon a babymoon, huh?”
“I wouldn’t say it’s baby fever...” His tone gave away that he hadn’t really ever heard the term but suspected that he did indeed have a case of it. “And I don’t know for sure if I’m ready, and I only want this if you do. Really. Not like I have an expiry date or anything, right? But I see pics of Roman with his boys, and see you with Birdie, and, like... I don’t know.” A faint flush highlighted his cheeks. “It gets me feeling all kinds of ways. I dunno.” He shrugged, then slid a hand over her flat stomach. “I kinda like the idea of putting a baby in here at some point. You would be gorgeous pregnant. All curves and glowing...” He smiled softly before leaning in for a kiss.
“Look at you, Mr. Smooth Talker. All flattery and cute and shit.” She returned the kiss before clasping her hands behind his head. “Well, if we wanna do this, we should figure out finances and stuff. Think about finding a doctor. And it will take a while for my birth control to wear off and all that too. So it wouldn’t be for a few months at least. But if you wanna do this, I’m down for at least talking about it and doing the legwork on it once we get home from this vacation.”
“Yeah?” He couldn’t hide the grin. “Can you imagine us parents? I mean, you’d be a great mom, but like, I know I’m sometimes still a big kid.”
“That will just make you the best dad.” She returned his grin. “Hey, how about we practice getting me knocked up tonight?”
“You really think we need the practice?” He raised an eyebrow before smirking, lifting her in place as he stood from the chair and walked to the bed. “I mean, I know practice makes perfect and all, so I guess I could always try...”
She just laughed and pulled him down with her. “Never can practice enough, baby.”
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amywritez · 6 years
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Fandom: WWE
Pairing/Characters: Seth Rollins/Dean Ambrose. Ish.
Length: ~600 words
Rating: I dunno. Not much language, no smut, not even necessarily a relationship? 
AN:  Just some headcanoning about the Ambrollins reunion we’ve been having. 
Tagging my muse @thee-asshole-of-moxicity  and my Ambrollins buddies @srcurbstompedmyheart  @deanandseths  @ambrose-asylum-ft-mitch
When they first were on the road together, they all shared one room. Poor kids, not knowing how long they could count on the money coming in; it was all they knew. Two beds, Roman in one, Seth in the other, Dean curled into a chair or on the floor. They started getting into routines, and soon enough it was comfortable. Second nature. After long drives, sometimes Seth would just stay up and go to Crossfit before coming back to crash when Dean and Roman went to a gym later. When that happened, Dean got the second bed while Seth puttered around, charging devices, laying out clothes, creating playlists on his phone. Hearing Seth rattle around the hotel room became strangely comforting, a kind of white noise that lulled the restless Dean to sleep.
They all lived in each other’s pockets in those days, but Seth usually gravitated to Dean’s side. He and Roman were tag champs, but he and Dean had more history together, a natural chemistry. He could have shoved himself into bed with Roman, but when he came back from the gym, hair still damp, smelling vaguely spicy from his body wash, he nestled in next to Dean every time. Yeah, Roman was bigger, and Dean was in the bed closer to the door, he had a litany of excuses and reasons why. He would slip in under the comforter, laying a gentle hand on Dean’s shoulder as Dean started to stir, and whisper, “Easy. ‘S just me.” And Dean would hum, and resettle, and go back to sleep for a couple more hours.
Then everything changed. And the rhythm was gone.
The first night in a hotel room with just Dean and Roman was uneasy. Dean laughed, a brittle sound. “Least I get a whole bed to myself.” Roman just looked at him with pity until Dean turned off the lights. Sleep didn’t come easy; things were too quiet, too different. The bed felt too big. The two of them didn’t work in a room alone together, it always felt like Dean was waiting for Seth to come in. Within a couple of weeks they started working different programs, and roomed alone. It was better that way. 
Roman couldn’t hear him cry when he would wake at eight in the morning any more.
The night Dean and Seth won the tag titles was bittersweet. Dean was still aloof, cagey, unsure. Seth looked at him with dark eyes Dean couldn’t read anymore, and quietly asked Dean to ride with him. Dean didn’t even think about it, he just dropped his bags in Seth’s rental, not even telling Roman and Ronnie he wasn’t coming with them until he sent a quick text, halfway to Seth’s hotel. The ride was tense and silent, learning how to be in each other’s space again. It felt surreal.
He didn’t have a reservation at Seth’s hotel, but that didn’t matter. Seth had a room with two beds, and he wanted to talk, so Dean quietly followed along. Seth took the bed near the door, Dean the one by the window. They didn’t get much talking in; it was late, and neither knew what to say. Just being in the same room was changing things, easing some of the tension neither knew they had been carrying for more than three years.
For the first time since June of 2014, Dean dropped easily into sleep. And when Seth climbed into his bed at eight in the morning, for the first time Dean turned to him and held on.
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amywritez · 6 years
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I might be interested but it all depends on how work looks this month.
🎃👻💀 Halloween is coming!💀👻🎃
So we thought we would test the water & see if any of our writers would be interested in a little prompt writing contest?
Drop a line & let us know if you’re interested, and for which branch. If there’s enough appetite we may run on all 3 branches with a little prize on each.
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amywritez · 7 years
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Fandom: WWE
Pairing/Characters: Seth Rollins/Unnamed Female OFC
Length: ~1450 words
Rating: I dunno, it’s a bit of romance but no smut or really adult stuff (or even language, who am I even anymore) and I am really bad at this haha
AN: happy birthday @srcurbstompedmyheart! Request was for Seth’s meeting/first date with a fan who isn’t American. This stretched it a little, but I hope it works! <3
Seth was speechless. To say that this was a rare occurrence was an understatement – hell, he’d even had a t-shirt that proudly proclaimed “Never Shuts Up” at one point. But here he was, well and truly speechless.
She was beautiful. Long black dress, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, a shy smile on her face. It obliterated all thought from his mind except that one word. Beautiful.
He hadn’t been this nervous on a date in… possibly ever. He rubbed his faintly sweating palms against the pants of his black suit, fighting the urge to check his hair, wanting to be perfect for her.
He thought back to their first meeting. So much travel in his job, people tended to blur together, become one faceless mass of humanity. But she stood out. He and Cesaro were getting coffee after CrossFit, still a little sweaty, just joking together at the little hole-in-the-wall café… until he fell dead silent, eyes locked to her. Cesaro had followed his eyes before nudging Seth’s arm, saying, “Maybe it would be less creepy if you spoke to her instead of just staring with your mouth open like a fish.”
“I’m not staring! I – I’m staring. I admit it. She’s gorgeous, she probably has a boyfriend. And we’re gonna be in a new town this time tomorrow so why bother getting my heart broken? A few minutes will only make it harder on me.”
“There’s an old saying, my friend. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. You gain nothing at all by not going over and speaking to her, but you could potentially gain much by just saying hello. But of course, play it safe if you must…”
“I hate you sometimes, you know that?” Seth sighed, shooting Cesaro a dirty look as he stood up and awkwardly walked over to the pretty girl waiting for her coffee. He had introduced himself, and discovered she had a lovely accent, was a foreign student in the United States working on a music degree at Concordia, only about two and a half hours from his home in Davenport. She kept giving him these side glances, and he was beginning to second guess coming over to talk to her.
Finally she spit it out. “I’m sorry, but… I know who you are.”
He was momentarily confused, as he was sure he would remember meeting this vision of loveliness before, and wouldn’t she have reminded him when he introduced himself a few minutes ago? Then it clicked. She was a fan.
He couldn’t completely hide the wince at that. “Ah. I see. Well… I’m usually much nicer in person, I promise.”
“You… you still want to talk to me? Even though I watch you every Monday?”
“Why wouldn’t I? I’m more surprised you want to keep talking to the jerk you watch every Monday.” He smiled, tension evaporating. Her return smile was breathtaking. “Listen, you know the schedule we keep, right? On the road for shows Friday to Sunday, Raw on Monday, every week, rain or shine. But I live only a couple of hours away. Can I come take you out some time? It would have to be in the middle of the week, it’s not so convenient with you in school, I know, but I am more than willing to make the drive to come see you. You’re absolutely gorgeous, and you must be talented to get into that program at a great school like Concordia. I would love the opportunity to get to know you better.”
“M-me? You want to take me out? Why? I’m no one special, just a girl. You could have anyone.”
“I already told you, you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on. And I bet you are special, in your own way. Your face and your accent have already enchanted me. Come on, say yes.” He gave his most charming smile, which did the trick. He got her number, and he texted her from the car.
“My friend tells me that ‘beautiful lady’ is bella signorina in Italian. I’m glad to have met you, my bella.”
Unfortunately with all the things going on at work and his wrestling school, it was three solid weeks before he could arrange to meet up with her. They had shared many text messages in the meantime, and even a couple of phone calls, but meeting in person had been impossible, something Seth regretted. In exchange for making her wait, he set up a nice dinner at one of Chicago’s best steakhouses, and said he would pick her up at her apartment building at 7 pm.
And here she was. More beautiful than he had remembered.
“I wasn’t sure you would come,” she murmured softly. Her accent was musical to his ears.
“Why wouldn’t I? All I could think looking at you was how beautiful you are. Breathtaking.” He offered her an arm to help her down the last stairs and to his car, gently assisting her into the seat and closing the door. As he settled in the driver’s seat, he made small talk. “How is school going?” He laughed, shaking his head. “God, that’s awful. I sound like your dad, trying to catch up. But I really do want to know. I know it’s a good school with lots of famous composers and orchestra people who have graduated from it, so it’s impressive that you’re going there.”
“It’s not so impressive, really.”
“It is. Tell me all about it.”
She felt like she had talked his ear off the whole way to the restaurant, but he definitely seemed interested, wanting to know more, asking more and more questions any time she trailed off. It confused her. Why would he want to know all these things? So she finally asked him, just as they were pulling in to the restaurant.
“I want to know because I want to get to know you. I want to know what your days are like, so when I think about you I know what you’re doing. Are you in class, studying… I want to be able to picture you going about your day.”
“You think about me?!”
“Of course I do. I can’t stop thinking about you, not since the moment I first laid eyes on you.”
A blush colored her cheeks. “I – I don’t know what to say. I think of you too, but then I get to have you on my TV on Mondays. It still doesn’t feel real.”
Seth held her hand as he escorted her inside. Just that simple touch thrilled him. If he hadn’t known it before, he would have then – he was falling hard for the girl at his side.
Dinner was wonderful – conversation flowed naturally; he learned about her family and some of her upbringing while he shared stories and pictures of his pets and his wrestling school. The end of the evening came far too early for either of their liking, but with a long drive ahead of him, Seth really couldn’t stay and go somewhere else after dinner.
He drove her home, and walked her to her apartment door, holding her hand. “I had a really great time tonight.”
“So did I.” Her bashful smile made his heart do somersaults, as did the way she ducked her head and hid behind a curtain of hair.
He reached out and tucked the lock of hair back behind her ear, a finger lingering on her chin, tilting her face back towards him. “I’d really like to do this again. Soon.” His eyes were locked on hers, hoping she said yes.
“Me too, very much.” Her voice was a whisper, her own eyes drowning in his.
“I’d also really like to kiss you.” His voice was deep, barely above a whisper, slowly moving his head down towards her lips, pulled as if they were magnets.
She didn’t respond with words, just leaned up into his lips, pressing softly. It was brief, but it was enough. He saw fireworks, felt a little dazed as he opened his eyes.
She was looking up at him, wonder clear on her face. He smiled, unable to help himself. “Next week?”
She smiled in return. “Yes. Next week.”
He pulled her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles like an old-fashioned gentleman. “I’m already counting the minutes, bella.” He gave her one last smile before he turned to go, whistling softly, already planning where he could take her next.
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I'm so excited! Nothing has gotten a response like this before. 21 kudos??? I'm so appreciative. And I see all the likes here too. Thank you so much for supporting my first Ambrollins fic.
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...And Forever
Fandom: WWE
Pairing/Characters: Dean Ambrose/Seth Rollins
Length: ~3900 words
Rating: M. Smut. But also romance. Ish.
AN: This is a “bedtime story” I wrote mainly in messages for @ambrose-asylum-ft-mitch the other night. True to form, I am a wordy bitch, and it became this.  No beta. Tenses are a mess. I’m sorry, but it’s 3 am and this beast needs to be posted.  Also also... this is a medieval AU? Or fairy tale? I dunno, man. Tagging @srcurbstompedmyheart, @theawkwardfangirlwithavengeance, @sabrina-blyton and my writing soulmate @thee-asshole-of-moxicity
Once upon a time...
There was a beautiful prince. He was smart, and strong, and oh so handsome. But he spent most of his time locked away in his castle. He wasn't permitted to go out and mingle with his subjects. He was isolated, and lonely. He resented the advisors who trotted him out like a show pony, but felt powerless to change things. He felt it was his duty to do as he was told, what was best for the kingdom.
At the same time, there was a young king from a neighboring kingdom. He was brash, and wild, and did what he wanted. He wasn't born to the throne like the handsome prince, he won his kingdom through combat. After years of bloody war, he finally had brought a measure of stability to the realm, but he was at a loss for what to do next. He chafed at the "rules" he was supposed to live under, the duties he was supposed to carry out. "I'm no king," he would say, "I'm just a warrior trying to do right in the world." He didn't want the responsibility and didn't understand the social graces he needed to be successful.
Finally, exasperated, his chief advisor told him to make a state visit to the neighboring kingdom. "Go see what Prince Seth is doing in his lands. Learn how to rule. Find a queen among his sisters, create an alliance." Now, King Dean wanted nothing to do with a "state visit" or diplomacy. But it did give him an idea. And one night he stole away from his castle with a rucksack of supplies and mounted a horse and took off for the border. He would go see what the neighboring kingdom was doing, get an idea for what a land at peace needed. But he felt the best way was to experience it was firsthand, under cover, no one knowing who he was.
He crossed the border quietly, pulling the hood of his thick traveling cloak down to hide his face, and soon made it to the capital. There he spent several days wandering the streets of the market, observing and listening, using skills he acquired in the wars to remain unobserved as he gathered information on subjects that normally bored him to tears like taxation, trade, and items in demand that his own kingdom could supply.
Meanwhile, Prince Seth grew more and more dissatisfied with life in the gilded cage of his castle. He came up with a plan of his own, and one night, he traded clothes with one of his servants and stole out into the night. Prince Seth had none of the common sense or skills he needed to be on the streets alone at night, and it wasn't long before he ran into a gang of ruffians, holding him at knifepoint, demanding his purse.
Prince Seth tried to fight them off, for he was indeed brave and strong, but no match for a pack of armed men. He even tried telling them his true identity, hoping to sway them into letting him go, but they merely laughed and pressed the knife closer to his throat, drawing a thin line of blood.
Just when all seemed lost, a whirlwind of manic energy burst into the circle of men. Face hidden by a cloak, a staff in hand, the mysterious figure swept the legs out from under the attackers then swiftly clubbed them unconscious.
"You okay?" The cloak slipped back slightly, just enough to allow Prince Seth a glimpse of messy blonde curls and blue eyes before the hood was firmly pulled back down, placing the face into shadow once more. Prince Seth didn't trust his voice so he just nodded. "Shouldn't be in the alleys at night without a weapon of your own." The stranger's voice was gentle despite the admonishment. "Where are you going? I'll accompany you if it's in my direction."
Swallowing hard, Prince Seth found his voice. "I... I'm not sure. I didn't have anyplace in mind. But I'll buy you a drink in recompense, kind stranger."
The stranger chuckled softly. "I'll never say no to a drink. I'm staying at an inn a few streets over. Their beer is serviceable, if you're amenable." He led the way, swiftly, surefooted among the dark cobblestone streets. Prince Seth stumbled along almost blindly, having to stay close on the heels of his saviour.
They made their way into the bustling mead hall at the inn. The stranger led the way to a dim table in the corner, taking a seat that afforded him a good view of the room. He lit the small taper candle and examined the man in front of him. He had never met the young prince who ruled this land, but clothing aside, the man in front of him did in fact meet the description. Tall, broad shoulders, dark curls, fine beard. He sat straight, posture showing off a trim figure, one that you didn't get without the means to eat well. He exuded the air of a noble, at the least. "What were you thinking? Out without your retainers in a dark alley?"
Prince Seth paled. He hadn't even thought about the dangers. About being recognized. "Are you kidnapping me then? Going to ransom me?"
The stranger shook his head, laughing again. "I have no need of your money, nor do I want anything you possess. I only realized it was you once in the light. But you do realize the danger you face, that you're unprepared for this?"
Prince Seth bristled at the tone the other man was using. "I'm no defenceless child. I have training in combat, with several weapons. I can take care of myself." 
"Hmm. Of course. You showed that a few minutes ago."
"What makes you think you can talk to me this way? You’re what, some mercenary? I'm still the regent here."
"That's some way to talk to the guy who saved your ass a few minutes ago."
The stranger slid his hood back as he slouched on the bench, keeping his face out of the light, but being in such close quarters it still afforded Seth a look at his rescuer's face. It was more handsome than he'd realized. "You can call me Dean." Seth startled, as he'd been so taken by the stranger's beautiful countenance he had almost forgotten where they were and what they were doing.
Dean of course realized that Seth was taking his measure, but the length and weight of Seth's gaze betrayed the truth of his interest. Dean's eyes sharpened, even as he slid farther down into his seat, allowing his knee to knock into Seth under the table. Seth startled again, eyes widening briefly, before Dean caught his gaze and deliberately did it again. Dean watched Seth's expression shift rapidly, through interest, fear, and finally settle into amusement. Dean allowed a smirk to settle onto his own lips before casually lifting his mug of beer and draining it in one go, tilting his head to swallow it all before slowly licking his lips clean. His own eyes stayed locked with Seth's the entire time.
Seth quickly picked up his own mug, finding his mouth completely dry and feeling a blush heat his cheeks. He fought to keep his hands steady on his cup, unaccustomed to feeling the way he was. He was definitely taken by Dean, but was he really going to allow himself to be seduced by some ruffian? He didn't know who this man was, not at all. But at the same time, it was exhilarating. Complete freedom. No one telling him this was a bad idea. No one watching his every move. And he decided he wanted this, very badly. After all, if this stranger had wanted to hurt him, he'd had every opportunity to do so earlier.
He finished his drink and returned Dean's smirk, which earned him a chuckle from Dean. "What? Why do you keep laughing at me?" Seth couldn't keep a trace of annoyance from his voice.
Dean shook his head. "Not laughing at you. It's cute, the way you carry yourself. So sure, even in new situations. Your confidence is striking." He smiled at Seth. "Am I to escort you home? Or do you need someplace to stay the night?" Dean's voice turned smoky and he punctuated the question with a hand on Seth's knee.
Seth's breath caught in his throat at the casual touch, reaffirming his decision. "If you're offering to share your bed, I'll take you up on that." His gaze was steady, voice sure.
Dean chuckled again. "You sure do know how to go after what you want." He abruptly stood, pulling his hood up. "You should try to keep your face out of the light, your highness." Dean led the way up the narrow staircase to his room, waving Seth in ahead of him, before turning and bolting the door shut. He had barely turned back before Seth was on him.
"I'll show you what I want," Seth whispered in Dean's ear. Seth's hands were in Dean's cloak, frantically shoving it off; Dean had one hand in Seth's hair, pulling him in for a deep kiss while trying to unclasp the cloak with the other. It was awkward and messy, but in all the best ways. They wrestled their way over to the bed and fell onto it, lips still locked, clothing being fought off.
Seth had managed to get Dean’s cloak off, and unbuttoned a surprisingly fine linen tunic, spreading it open to reveal a nicely muscled chest. Dean had made quick work of Seth’s clothing, hesitating only a moment, locking eyes, before unlacing his breeches. Seth knelt up, straddling Dean, and pulled his own shirt off completely.
Dean stared up, openmouthed, taking in the sight above him. Seth truly was beautiful, all sculpted muscle, dark hair emphasizing his figure. He was brought back to reality by Seth’s hands invading his own breeches, and he bucked his hips involuntarily.
“Oh, God, Seth. Are you sure? Have you done this before?” Dean was breathless at the ministrations of Seth’s hand on his hard cock.
“Does it feel like I’ve done this before?” Seth’s voice was sure, a sly smile on his face. “Gotta find some way to pass the time in my castle. No shortage of handsome young stable hands willing to lend me a hand… or something else, as the case may be.”
Dean growled at that, and flipped them over, sliding his pants all the way off. “I don’t want to hear about you and some stable hand.” He mouthed down the line of Seth’s jaw, drawing a moan from Seth’s throat. “I don’t want you thinking about anyone but me right now.” His tongue slid down over Seth’s neck, nipping at the junction of his shoulder.
As Dean worked his way down to Seth’s chest, Seth threaded his hand into Dean’s hair. “Yes. Only you.” He shivered as Dean’s tongue found his nipple and tormented it. He couldn’t hold back a groan as he tightened his hand in Dean’s hair.
Dean looked up, a smirk on his lips, and slid back up to reclaim Seth’s lips in a bruising kiss. He felt Seth’s hands slide around to cup his ass and he chuckled. “I was thinking the other way around. Have you ever let a man claim you before?”
Seth’s breath caught in his throat. “No. No one had ever dared suggest it.” He bit his lip. “But… I would try it.” His cheeks blazed with heat.
“I promise I’ll be gentle,” Dean whispered into Seth’s ear.
“Don’t be.” Seth’s eyes burned into Dean’s. “I want you to make me feel it. Make me yours. Something I will always remember, even if this is the only night we have.”
It was Dean’s turn to be rendered speechless. Eyes full of wonder, he kissed Seth again, pulling him flush against his whole body, pressing Seth down into the bed with his weight. He worked a hand in between their bodies, stroking them together, leading to a mewling cry from Seth’s throat. “Turn over,” Dean’s voice was gentle as he pulled away, reaching into his bag for a small pot of salve.
Seth wordlessly complied, kicking off his pants as he did. He startled as he felt Dean’s lips at his shoulder, relaxing into the hands stroking down his back. “Dean. Please.”
“Shh. Let me take care of you.” Dean’s hands massaged Seth’s ass, tender even as they probed with intent. He smeared some of the salve around, deftly working the muscle to relax Seth while still gently teasing with fingers until Seth cried out with need. Swiftly he slicked up his own member and slowly pressed his way inside.
Dean’s lips burned a trail across Seth’s shoulders, dragging a low moan out of Seth’s throat. The sensation was alien, but the pain not unwelcome, and soon the thrusting caused an unexpected pleasure to build in him. “God, Dean. Is it always like this? I… I had no idea.” Sweat began to bead on his brow as he arched back to meet Dean’s hips with thrusts of his own.
Dean stilled in his movements, making Seth sigh in frustration, until he was swiftly rolled onto his back. Dean claimed his lips once more before resuming his slow, steady thrusts. “Trust me, it gets better with practice,” Dean smirked. He reached down and gripped Seth’s aching dick and stroked it in time with the movement of his hips, making Seth buck his hips up, a moan startled out of him.
This was something of a revelation to Seth. He had never imagined this to be so good, so fulfilling, so intimate. And it felt strangely right, to give this to Dean, a man he had known for scarcely an hour. Most of all, it cemented in him a resolve to be more independent, to make decisions for himself more often. If this was the reward for following his own desires he would be his own man from now on.
Dean watched Seth’s face as he began to lose himself in the sensations. He was beautiful, and Dean felt his lonely heart start to melt as he watched Seth writhe underneath him. He hadn’t planned on meeting Seth on this little excursion, let alone any of this happening. But here he was, with someone who could understand the pressures he was under, should he let him in. But this wasn’t how they should meet. He couldn’t reveal his true self to him, which made the moment bittersweet. He knew Seth was a man he could give his heart to, but this impulsive action might have ruined any chance of this becoming something more. He put those thoughts aside as Seth raked nails down his chest, making Dean’s hips stutter as he groaned out Seth’s name before biting his lip.
Waves of pleasure washed over Seth, erasing all conscious thought. They moved in tandem, drawing more moans, each chasing release. It wasn’t long before first one, then the other, climaxed; Dean gently lowering himself onto Seth and kissing him thoroughly.
As their breathing returned to normal, Dean rolled onto his back beside Seth as Seth propped himself up on an elbow. He reached out to trace a scar on Dean’s right arm. “This looks like it was painful.”
Dean shrugged. “I have others on my back and legs that were more painful. War is a brutal, messy business.”
“Roll over then.” Seth motioned at him until Dean sighed and complied. Seth ran a surprisingly gentle hand over the planes of Dean’s back, fingers lightly mapping the constellation of small scars there, until he found the big one on the back of Dean’s shoulderblade. “This one.”
“Mmm. Yeah. My legion was ambushed. Caught a barbed spear, the wound festered for a while before it finally got right.”
“You were a soldier then. Not just some mercenary.” Seth’s hand continued to stroke along Dean’s back, hoping to encourage him to talk.
“Yeah. For a long time. I was conscripted as soon as I was old enough to hold a weapon; war was all I knew. Transitioning to… a more sedate life was difficult.”
Seth was quiet for a long moment. His kingdom had only known peace during his lifetime, his exposure to war only in dispatches from along the borders. “I am lucky that I haven’t experienced it myself. But I can imagine it would be quite an adaptation.”
Dean rolled back over and pulled Seth down into an embrace. “Peace is good. It’s a nice change. Even if I don’t know what to do with myself sometimes.” He nuzzled closer. “It’s interesting that a prince of the realm should take such an interest in a stranger, even if they have shared certain intimacies.” Dean smiled at the man in his arms.
Seth felt his face flush at that, pressing his blazing cheek into Dean’s chest. “Easy now. Just making conversation.”
Dean chuckled. “If I didn’t know better, I would say you had such a good time you were becoming starry-eyed.”
“Are you always this annoying after the deed is done?” Seth arched a brow at him.
“Little do you know, I’m always annoying. It never stops.” Dean tightened his arm around Seth’s shoulder, his voice drowsy. “But I’ll give you a reprieve. Sleep. We’ll figure everything else out come morning.” He pressed a soft kiss into Seth’s temple and dragged the blanket over them.
Seth sighed in mock relief and snuggled down into Dean’s shoulder. The comfort of the arms around him swiftly ushered him into sleep.
The morning light streamed in around the slats of the shutters, unfamiliar sounds rousing Seth from where he lay cocooned in Dean's arms. He turned, getting a good look at his lover's face. He seemed familiar somehow, despite Seth being sure they had never met before. He reached out a finger and traced it along the line of Dean's jaw.
Dean's eyes blinked open, and he smiled before nuzzling into Seth's cheek. "Morning."
"And a good one it is." Seth grinned.
"Mm. I heartily agree. I'd offer to buy you breakfast, but I suspect your absence will have been noticed by now. We have to figure out how we’ll get you back home. Palace guards will take one look at me and arrest me, but I think you're too far to get home on your own without running into more unsavory characters." 
Seth scoffed. "My kingdom isn't so unsafe that I can't make it a few blocks, Dean. And the guards would release you on my word. I'm regent, after all."
"Rather not take my chances. And there is no mistaking you in daylight, Seth. With no guards, opportunity and greed might motivate otherwise decent folk to do things they normally wouldn't. I've seen it before."
Seth traced the scars on Dean's shoulder. "I don't doubt you. I just didn't think this would be so... complicated."
Dean laughed. "Complicated is my middle name. Or crazy. They called me the lunatic in the war."
Seth jolted. "Lunatic. Dean. Are you kidding me?"
Dean shifted to his side. "What... I don't know what you're talking about."
Seth rolled his eyes. "Dean. King Dean. Missing from his kingdom for a week now. The diplomatic community has been up in arms about it for days. What were you thinking? No wonder you seemed familiar."
A guilty look flashed across Dean's face. "I was bored. And I'm more than capable of taking care of myself."
"No kidding. But you didn't leave anyone in charge. Your kingdom is in chaos. You can't just do that, Dean!"
"I can't? What the hell did you do last night?"
"I was gonna go back home until... well..."
"Until you decided to play damsel in distress and throw yourself into my arms?"
"I did no such thing."
"Yup. You most definitely did."
"Dean, I swear -"
"At least I know you aren't into me for my kingdom." Dean's smile was smug as he flipped Seth onto his back and kissed him breathless. "You're cute when you're mad."
Seth just stared. He had never been ignored in his anger and frustration before, and bizarrely he was enjoying it.
Dean decided to press his advantage in Seth's confusion and kiss him again. "So I really messed up, huh. What else is new." He sighed. "I guess I should come back with you and borrow a diplomatic envoy to tell them I'm alive."
"You think?" Seth rolled his eyes and shoved Dean off him.
"So, uh. About this."
Seth groaned. "We have to talk about it?"
"Hey. I don't know about you, but I thought we both had a good time. A really good time."
"Yes. I did. But Dean, this can't go anywhere. We have responsibilities. To things bigger than ourselves."
"Are you betrothed to anyone?"
"I... no. I've refused all the people they have sent me. It hasn't seemed right."
"It was suggested to me to scout your sisters to find a bride. But I don't want a bride."
"Dean. We can't. Two men can't marry."
"Why not? In my kingdom they can."
"Even so, I have a duty to provide an heir to the throne. You can't give me children."
"I guess theoretically I have the same pressure, but we have had generations of war, so it hasn't been an issue. But - just hear me out - let's say marriage was in the best interest of both our kingdoms. You bring the political savvy, I bring the military strategy. We could be based out of my kingdom if marriage was really a problem. Amalgamate our lands into one big country, ruled together. We both have siblings who could have children we could name as heirs, heck, we could marry my sister to your brother for bloodline if we have to. I'm just saying we could find a way."
"And he's a romantic, too." Seth clasped Dean's hand. "Do you always propose marriage to men the morning after you bed them?"
"Shut up, Seth." Dean's voice was fond. "Politically I may not know much, but I know merging our kingdoms through marriage was always an option. I just prefer you to your sisters." He squeezed Seth's hand back.
"Your idea has merit. But we have to go through the proper channels. Have the advisors meet, figure out all the details. And I want a proper courting. Send me jewels and flowers." Seth smiled.
"Screw you. You send me that stuff, asshole. This ain't all about you, you know." Dean stuck his tongue out.
"What would you even do with flowers?" Seth laughed. "I'll send you weapons instead."
"Ooh. See, you already know me. I like this plan."
"I do. Unlike you, I have a dossier that I've read all about you. Although I admit you have surprised me a little."
"I'm sure there's a dossier on you on my desk..." Dean grimaced.
"I'm sure there is too. But from now on you can probably just ask me."
Dean smiled at Seth. "So would you be amenable to setting up a meeting between our advisors, and possibly having the most ridiculous, over the top courtship of all time?"
"I would. Very amenable," Seth agreed.
"What say you about celebrating that with a repeat of last night?" Dean whispered as he rolled on top of Seth.
"I say yes... always." Seth's arms wound around Dean's shoulders, pulling him down into an embrace.
 The end. For now.
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amywritez · 7 years
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@thatmagicfeeling I'll happily take the help when I'm done. Life happened so I haven't touched it in a week. Thanks!!!
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amywritez · 7 years
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I'm writing Ambrollins angst. Any beta readers out there willing to shred it to pieces and make me make it better?
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