This is just a teaser as I am currently working on this story and want to see if there is any interest in it! I go to school full time and I'm a model so updates are slow but I try to update when I can! Hope you like it! Also in this story Dean has multiple personality disorder so if that's not your thing or if that's triggering in any way I suggest hitting the back button. For all the freaks like me that love the idea of Dean Ambrose and Jon Moxley sharing a body continue on ;)

I swallowed hard, stepping backwards until my back hit the cold steel of the lockers. Hissing as the metal touched the exposed skin of my back.

Dean's eyes were trailing up and down the exposed areas of my body and my stomach was knotted with a mixture of fear and excitement.

"You wanted me out so badly.. Here I am, Dollface" he said, a sadistic grin on his pale pink lips.

"Moxley" I whispered, digging into my bottom lip with my teeth.

He moaned lowly, "Say my name again"

".. Moxley" I said with more confidence, my nails digging into my bare thighs as I resisted the urge to jump him and ride him till we both couldn't cum anymore.

He started to walk towards me and I was startled by just how much him and Dean were different. They didn't even walk the same. Dean had this confident swagger when he walked, but Mox — Mox stalked, like a lion circling his prey.

When he was inches away from me I heard a soft click, like metal sliding against metal, and suddenly there was a blade against my throat.

"Are you scared?" He asked, digging the blade into my neck just enough to hurt but not make me bleed.

"No" I moaned out, grinning as I felt his cock twitch in his jeans that was pressed against my thigh.

Mox tilted his head to the side, his eyes scanning my face as if he was looking for something. And then, as if he had found it.

"You're a dirty little girl, Dollface. Getting off on knives" he whispered to me, sliding the knife up and down my throat. The cool metal giving me shivers as his other hand slid into my panties.

I bucked slightly with a whimper as he stroked my delicate folds. A moan escaping my lips as he slid two fingers inside of me without warning.

"You're so wet" he whispered, grinning as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. My head fell back against the metal lockers, my eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as noises fell from my lips one after another.

"I bet you're a screamer, Dollface. I'm gonna make you scream"