A/N: In honor of my 1,000th post on Tumblr, I've accepted requests from my Tumblr followers for WWE ficlets. I'll post them here as I write them.

The first one is a Dean Ambrose/Seth Rollins story for Tumblr user lanabears, who requested the following:

I'd like a ficlet about Dean and Seth exploring a kink of Seth's that he's had for a while but never acted on before (it doesn't matter what kink, I'll leave that up to you =D)
Enjoy!

Seth lay on his back at the edge of the bed. The tight black cocktail dress he wore was hiked up to his waist. One of its spaghetti straps hung loosely down one shoulder. Dean had already ripped the crotch out of Seth's fishnet pantyhose – a desperate and generous attempt to free Seth's hard, aching cock from the tight confines of the pantyhose. Seth's feet rested shakily in a pair of cheap strappy stiletto heels on the floor that were at least two sizes too small. Dean stood naked in front of Seth, looking Seth up and down over and over again while lazily stroking his own hard cock. A smirk crossed Dean's lips.

"I don't think you've ever looked like a bigger fucking whore than you do now – and that's saying something," Dean said.

Dean dropped to his knees and crawled to Seth. He ran his tongue teasingly around the head of Seth's cock and licked the pre-cum from the tip. Seth let out a small, begging, whining moan. Dean laughed.

"Yeah, you like getting all dressed up like the slut you are, don't you?" Dean said. "You're even getting all fucking wet for me. You know, this really fucking suits you. I can't believe you never did it before."

Dean rose to his feet and took in the sight of Seth for a few moments longer before he climbed on top of Seth, his feet still on the floor. He carefully brushed Seth's hair out of his face then kissed him with surprising gentleness.

"You're so pretty like this, though," Dean said. "So fucking pretty. Like I should take you out or something. Show you off. Let everyone fucking stare."

Suddenly, Dean stood again and ripped Seth's pantyhose further, giving himself full access to Seth's ass. He grabbed the bottle of lube off the nightstand and readied them both before slowly sliding his cock into Seth, still standing, drawing long needy moans from Seth as he continued thrusting into Seth, moving faster and faster as he spoke.

"Yeah, this is what they'll all want," Dean said. "All of those fucking straight assholes. At least they think so. But then they see you like this and suddenly they want to pound some bearded motherfucker's gorgeous ass. They'd all fucking want you. And you'd fucking love it, right?"

"Yeah," Seth said, breathlessly. "So fucking much."

Dean leaned over and guided Seth's hand to Seth's own cock. "Show me," Dean said. Seth started to jerk himself off and Dean hungrily took in the sight, thrusting harder and harder as he watched.

"Yeah, that's right," Dean said. "And they're all gonna go home and jerk off to you and have no fucking idea what's wrong with them, why they fucking want you so bad. And really, if they had any fucking idea, if they knew just how good you feel right now, how fucking tight, how fucking hot, they'd never fuck another woman again."

Seth's eyes rolled up in his head as he stroked himself furiously, desperate and nearly panting. He moaned loudly as he came, shooting all over the dress. The sight brought Dean over the edge, grunting as he pulsed deep into Seth before collapsing on top of him, grateful and spent.