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rawiswhore · 9 months

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Various Wrestlers and Actors x Fem Reader- "Camp Nowhere"

This fanfiction may be problematic for some viewers, so viewer discretion is advised...

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You have a certain sexual fantasy, but your fantasy has never really come true because some of the men in your fantasy didn't really look like this during the late 1990's.

You had a fantasy where you were a girl at a summer camp, and this summer camp has a bedroom entirely for girls and a bedroom for boys.

However, the boys and girls don't share the same bedroom for obvious reasons at this summer camp.

There were some cute boys and male counselors at this summer camp.

Because of that, you arrived to the boys' bedroom, where you were wearing a short sleeved T-shirt with no bra underneath and these short shorts.

Luckily this bedroom was filled with these male campers, and this bedroom had separate beds for these boys to sleep on.

Inside this bedroom was Don Johnson when he looked like this:

As well as Allan Kayser from "Mama's Family" when he had long hair, when he looked like this:

Eric Stoltz when he looked like this:

John Ritter when he looks like this:

Jeff Hardy in early 1997, wrestler Leif Cassidy in 1996 before he started growing facial hair, Richard Tyson in "Three O'Clock High", wrestler Sam Houston the way he looked in the early 1990's, Raven from ECW and WCW, Rob Van Dam during his Robbie V days in WCW, Nova from ECW during the late 1990's Jerry Lynn in the early 1990's, Chris Jericho in the 1990's (when he didn't have facial hair), and Christian Cage when he had long hair.

All of these men were grown men in those gifs and pictures as well as during those years, but they looked like teenagers.

However, it's debatable whether or not if John Ritter looked underage in his heyday.

It's also debatable if some of these men like Nova from ECW in the late 1990's looked like a teenager.

In this bedroom, Jeff Hardy, Nova and Christian had their long hair hanging down, Leif Cassidy's hair didn't look bad, and Robbie V's ponytail was slightly unkempt and a strand of his hair was sticking out, where he looked like how he looked in his WCW match against Vinnie Vegas (who would later on be Diesel/Kevin Nash).

Although, all of these aforementioned men had their long hair hanging down except for Robbie V.

You would put the Young Bucks in the 2010's (before they grew facial hair) and maybe 2010's Dean Ambrose in the WWE in this fantasy, but you had this fantasy in the late 1990's.

When you arrived to this bedroom, your nipples were poking through your shirt and your breasts were slightly sticking out of your T-shirt.

You didn't wear a bra under your shirt on purpose so you could sexually arouse these horny teenage boys.

And their sexual arousal was working, these boys in this room noticed your nipples poking through the fabric of your shirt and not wearing a bra under your top, and their eyes couldn't stop staring at your nipples and chest.

Their eyes were glued to your chest with smiles on their faces, whereas you stood there with your head slightly tilting and your mouth smirking.

You could've worn an even cuter outfit, like wearing nothing but a short sleeved white T-shirt, some short sleeved T-shirt that has one of your shoulders peeking out, a sleeping shirt or even some babydoll nighty.

Eventually, driving the hormones of these boys' wild lead to what you came to this boys' bedroom for.

Don Johnson stood in front of you---close enough to touch you, and as he stood in front of you your face and his face leaned closer to each other until your lips locked in between his mouth, where you and he proceed to start making out with each other.

As you and Don made out, Don's hands grabbed your shirt and pulled it up your torso and over your head, where he tossed it away.

Your hands grabbed his T-shirt and raised it up his torso and over his head, where you threw his shirt away when it was over his head.

Your tongue licked and caressed the top of his tongue while you undressed him, and his tongue stroked and tickled your tongue while he tried getting you out of your clothes.

While you and he French kissed each other, his hands grabbed both your shorts and your panties, where he dropped them down to your ankles.

Your feet escaped out of your tennis shoes and you raised your feet out of the of your shorts and panties.

Your hands grabbed his shorts and let them drop down to his ankles, and he wore no underwear under his shorts.

His feet raised out of the of his shorts when they reached his ankles.

These boys watching you and Don kiss each other were jealous, they wanted to kiss you too.

It would probably turn into a brawl of hormones and testosterone over them fighting over who gets to kiss you first.

But they'll all get their turns too.

Don Johnson had such beautiful hair, you'd love to run your fingers through it.

One of your hands reached behind his head, where you buried your fingers through his silky hair and ran your fingers down through it.

One of Don's hands reached to your vulva, where his fingers felt your moist pussy.

"I bet you've got a sweet pussy" Don said with a grin on his face in between kisses.

The rest of these boys huddled and swarmed around you, where they were all trying to find spots for them to bite and suck your neck.

The boys that hunched around you to prepare to give you hickeys were Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage, Nova, Allan Kayser, John Ritter, Eric Stoltz, Robbie V, and Leif Cassidy.

Some of the others like Chris Jericho and Raven did try to squeeze in between some of these men, but they were a bit too big.

Luckily some of these men circling around you like Jeff Hardy, Eric Stoltz and Christian Cage were skinny so they could try to suck your neck.

Besides, men like John Ritter, Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage, Don Johnson, Nova, Robbie V and even Leif Cassidy were the sexiest.

They tried to squeeze around you and try not to bump their heads into each other.

Some of these men like Richard Tyson stretched their necks out and tried to squeeze in between each other to get a spot to suck your neck.

Some of them couldn't all circle around you, such as Raven, because they couldn't all fit into one huge swarm, although some of these men were rather skinny and could fit.

Maybe Raven, Richard, Jerry, and Sam can put hickeys on your nipples and suck your breasts.

They buried their faces into your neck, where they bit a part of your skin on your neck and proceeded to suck it.

Teens give each other hickeys all the time.

Some of them couldn't give you hickeys because their heads couldn't squeeze and lean in between other people's heads and necks.

You'd love for them to give you hickeys all over your neck, which is what they're doing, but you're concerned other people will see all the hickeys on your neck and you'll get bullied and slut shamed for it.

But then again, this is a fantasy of yours.

So these boys are sucking your neck for a little while so the hickeys won't be permanent.

They'd love to leave hickeys all over your neck.

You wish all of these boys (as well as some men I'll mention later on) could be swarming around you feeling you up, but that would be impossible for them to do.

Don hasn't really fondled and squeezed your breasts, so his other hand cupped over one of your bare breasts and squeezed it, where he proceeded to fondle it.

The rest of these boys would love to play with your breasts.

Don's hand moved away from your vulva and it cupped the other breast, where he squeezed and fondled that one.

"Hey, are you done kissing him yet?" Allan asked, his teeth letting go of your skin when he asked you that.

You broke the kiss away from Don to answer Allan.

"Yeah" you replied. nodding your head.

"Can I kiss you?" Allan asked.

You nodded your head.

Don hasn't made any hickeys on your neck, so he leaned and buried his face in your neck, where his teeth bit a small part of your front neck and sucked it.

You'd love to give hickeys to all of these boys around you.

You'd also love to have 2 or more different boys licking your tongue, but some of these boys' tongues might bump and collide into each other, which is rather gay (not to sound homophobic), but maybe some of these men might be bisexual.

You'd love to kiss Allan, but he's standing behind you and there's a boy sucking on the front of your neck right now, and you're unsure if it would be difficult for you to turn your head to kiss Allan.

Your head did try turning sideways to where Allan was, where you removed your hand behind Don's head and placed it behind Allan's head, where your fingers laced through his long hair.

You pulled his head closer to your face and you and he locked lips together, his eyes and yours shutting as your lips were attached.

Like with Don, you proceeded to French kiss Allan, your tongue stroking his tongue and vice versa.

While your hand was behind Allan's head, your ran your fingers through his thick hair.

Don and the rest of these boys still tried sucking your neck while you were kissing Allan.

Speaking of men, you wish Triple H during his late 1997/early 1998 (or even his 90's Hunter Hearst Helmsley days), late 90's Shawn Michaels, John Ritter in his heyday, Tommy Rogers of 80's tagteam the Fantastics, and maybe Chris Jericho, Scott Hall/Razor Ramon, Jim Powers from WCW, and maybe even a few other men could be in this gangbang with you, but these men don't really look like teenagers.

Although Chris Jericho does look somewhat teenager like, so maybe he could be in this too.

However, maybe these aforementioned men you can fantasize that they're camp counselors who join in.

Some of these boys' circling around you let go of your skin they bit so they could find another spot on your neck to suck on.

Having all of these boys around you was making blood rush to your clitoris and swell it as well as cream and moisten your vulva.

Your other hand hasn't really been playing with Don Johnson's erection, and while you'd love to fondle it, you want him to keep his erection for when he has sex with you and not let him cum yet.

Lo and behold, Triple H in late 1997/early 1998, late 90's Shawn Michaels, Tommy Rogers in 1988, Brian Pillman in 1996, 90's MTV VJ John Sencio circa 1994, 90's male porn stars Biff Malibu and Gerry Pike, and Scott Hall walked into this bedroom where they saw you and some other sexy men circled around you.

Triple H, Shawn, Tommy, Scott, John as well as Brian all had their long hair hanging down.

Instead of being angry at you, these listed men joined in, but where could they go? What could they do to you?

Your neck is covered in hickeys now, it's not necessary to fill your neck with them.

Wonder if some of these boys circling around you will give you hickeys on your breasts?

While these boys have sucked your neck and gave you hickeys, some of their hands have reached at your vulva and touched it, many of them trying to poke their fingers inside your vagina and rub your clitoris.

Since these boys have all made hickeys on your neck, their teeth let go of the skin on your neck and they pulled their faces away from your neck.

Should all of these boys have turns sucking your breasts, squeezing and fondling your breasts and eating your pussy out?

Don's knees bent down and he lowered himself down until his head was in front of one of your breasts, where he sucked your nipple when it was inside his mouth.

Jeff Hardy crouched slightly down until his face was in front of your opposite breast, where he proceeded to suck your nipple.

Richard Tyson, Raven, Jerry Lynn and Chris Jericho were now burying their faces into your neck, where they bit an empty space on your skin that hadn't been sucked, where they sucked that skin in their mouths.

After French kissing Allan Kayser for a long time, you then turned to Christian Cage instead, where you proceeded to French kiss him like how you French kissed Don and Allan.

John Ritter walked around you until he stood in front of you, where he proceeded to crouch down in front of your vulva until his head was in front of it, where his tongue proceeded to lick and caress your moist vagina.

You'd love to spread your legs out to let some of these men all have a taste of your pussy.

Should you kiss all of them?

They've probably all had enough foreplay for now, especially considering they're all really horny and need to cum.

While you love having John Ritter eat your pussy, your twat is wet enough already.

Between all of this foreplay you've been having before the actual sex, you may cum any minute now, especially having 2 men sucking your nipples while another eats your pussy and tongues your clit.

Speak of the devil, you actually did cum when this happened, but even after you came, you still needed to have sex with these men.

These men all undressed themselves, throwing their clothes on the floor until they were stark naked.

You then sat on one of the beds on all fours, where Don Johnson and Jeff Hardy joined you on this bed.

Don sat on his knees behind you, whereas Jeff sat on his knees in front of you.

You wish this bed could be bigger so other men could sit on it and fit there.

Triple H and Shawn Michaels sat next to Jeff and in front of you, whereas Christian Cage, John Ritter, Allan Kayser, Robbie V, Eric Stoltz, and Nova stood next to you.

While Don was behind you, with his hand on his erection, he slid and inserted his cock into your vagina, where he proceeded to pound and fuck your twat.

You gave Jeff Hardy a blowjob while he was sitting in front of you, while your hands grabbed Triple H's and Shawn's cocks and pointed the tips of them at your face, where you proceeded to masturbate them.

As for the men standing next to you, they held their cocks in one of their hands and pointed the tips of them at your face, where they began to masturbate their erections.

You wish some of these other men could join in if they could all fit.

You can't decide if it's hotter to masturbate 2 cocks or if Triple H's and Shawn's hands should masturbate their dicks.

Because of that, for a while your hands let go of Triple H's and Shawn's penises, where they held their cocks in one of their hands and pointed the tips of them at your face, masturbating and pointing the tips of their cocks at you.

These men standing beside of you like John Ritter, Christian Cage, etc. pointed the tips of their cocks at your face as close as they could.

You're swallowing the precum seeping out of Jeff Hardy's cock, whereas precum from these other men standing around you is getting on your face.

After giving head to Jeff Hardy for a while, you gave a blowjob to Shawn Michaels, swallowing his precum.

Jeff held his cock in one of his hands and pointed the tip of it at your face, where he masturbated on your face while you sucked Shawn's dick.

Likewise, some more of Jeff's precum was getting on your face.

After giving head to Shawn for a bit, you gave a blowjob to Triple H, where Shawn and Jeff continued masturbating their erections on your face.

Later on, Raven sat on the bed behind you, where he inserted his erection inside your asshole and fucked your ass.

Luckily, you've had anal sex before.

Don Johnson, however, switched positions when Raven sat on the bed, where Don laid on his back underneath you and fucked you while you were on top.

As Raven plowed you from behind, his hands grabbed your waist and pulled you onto his lap, where now you rode him.

Don raised his back up, where he proceeded and continued to pound his erection inside you.

You gave blowjobs with your head turned sideways while some times your hands gave handjobs.

You wanted all of these men to fuck you at the same time, even if it was impossible.

It wasn't just Robbie V, Allan Kayser, Christian Cage, Jeff Hardy, Leif Cassidy, etc. standing next to you, but also Tommy Rogers, Scott Hall, Sam Houston, Jerry Lynn, John Sencio, Biff Malibu and Gerry Pike.

They all had turns pointing their dicks at your face and on your body, and you gave them blowjobs and swallowed their precum.

When all of these men ejaculated and reached climax, you let them jizz on your face, your breasts and inside your mouth, where you all cleaned their cocks by giving them blowjobs and swallowing their cum.

However, you didn't let Raven drip his cum on your breasts, face and in your mouth, nor did you give him head, since his cock was inside your asshole.

Was it necessary to be fucked by all of these men?

These men are definitely hotties for sure, but some are hot but not that hot, like Raven from ECW and WCW.

#summer camp #fantasy #wwf #don johnson #allan kayser #robbie v #triple h #shawn michaels #raven #scott hall #chris jericho #christian cage #jeff hardy #eric stoltz #leif cassidy #brian pillman

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wrestlersownmyheart · 2 years

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The Kingslayer's Epiphany (Seth Rollins X Reader)

Pairing: Seth Rollins X Reader Summary: When Smackdown invades RAW and you're kidnapped by the Bludgeon Brothers, Shield members—and Tag Team Champions—Seth Rollins and Dean Ambrose prepare for battle at Survivor Series (2017) to get you back. And in the midst of all the chaos, Seth has quite the epiphany. Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Story Content & Trigger Warnings: Violence against both males and females.

Note: This is the finished product after I edited out all curse words and references to sex. Hope it is enjoyed!

The Kingslayer's Epiphany

"Any ladies in here…Y'all need to get out. Like, five minutes ago."

You and your friend and co-worker, Sasha Banks both shrieked at hearing the male voice in your very female locker room. Sasha was lucky enough to still be dressed, but you had just gotten out of the shower. Your waist-length hair was still dripping wet and you'd barely gotten a towel wrapped around yourself.

You spun around clutching said towel to your body and glared at AJ Styles as his head poked through the locker room door. But at least he had his eyes averted to the floor.

"AJ," you snapped, "Get out of here! What do you think you're-"

"I'm serious, Y/N," AJ cut you off. "Y'all need to grab your stuff and get out of this arena. Now. Smackdown is invading—Shane's orders." His eyes searched your face then. "You especially need to leave. The Bludgeon Brothers—Luke and Erick—they have plans for you. If you see them… run the other way."

"P-plans," you asked. Your heart stuttered along with your speech. "AJ, what kind of plans?

"That's ridiculous," Sasha cut in. "They haven't even debuted as the Bludgeon Brothers yet!"

You watched as AJ briefly turned his attention to Sasha. "Rumor has it backstage that they're gonna debut at Survivor Series. I have no idea in what capacity, but I'm pretty sure it is happening." His gaze returned to yours. "As for the plans for you—I'm not sure. But it can't be good, kid. Now, get out of here! Don't waste time. Just go!"

The door swung shut then and AJ disappeared.

And your heart hammered in your chest. Just the idea of those two behemoths getting their hands on you made you shudder.

"Y/N, hurry! Get dressed," Sasha exclaimed, pulling a jacket on over her ring attire. "We need to get out of here!"

Her voice jarred you from your thoughts and you quickly dug a pair of black yoga pants and a pink oversized sweatshirt from your gym bag. Hurriedly, you tugged on the clothing in record time, not bothering with undergarments—there just wasn't enough time for all that. You slipped your feet—sans socks—into your Sketchers and began tying the laces with trembling fingers.

"Sasha, go," you said urgently. "Go warn the other girls and then get out of here."

"I can't just leave you behind-"

"The others need to know what's coming. They're all exhausted from their matches," you hissed, finishing a double knot. "They won't stand a chance. I know to get out of here. But they don't. Please, go!"

Sasha nodded, obviously conflicted but darted out of the locker room nonetheless.

The women would be warned. You could be relieved about that. But the men… you thought. They had no idea. All your friends' faces flashed through your mind. Your fellow Shield members first and foremost; Roman was out sick with a bad virus.

But Dean!

Seth…

Your ride-or-die.

Even though he probably doesn't even realize he's my ride-or-die.

You thought also of Finn and his goofy, fun-loving personality. Matt and Jeff. Cesaro. Sheamus. All of them.

You cared about these people. They were your family and they needed to be warned—to be helped. You couldn't leave. No matter how scared you were of the two huge men who were apparently after you.

You knew what you had to do.

You struggled to tie your other shoe, but once the laces were knotted you shot over to the locker room door and poked your head out, making sure it was still safe for the time being.

It's quiet, you thought to yourself, eyeing the deserted hallways. Too quiet.

Ignoring the fact your heart was in your throat, you ran out the door and bolted down the hall toward Seth's dressing room, praying that both he and Dean were both there and not elsewhere. Flying around a corner, you smacked right into what felt like a wall. Bouncing back a bit, you struggled to breathe. Your breath was knocked clear out of you. Hands reached out and latched none-too-gently on to your arms, and in horror, you looked up to see Erick Rowan leering down at you. Luke Harper stood next to him, his black eyes boring into yours. They both sported blue SmackDown t-shirts. You noticed that Luke was carrying a spare one in his hand.

"Put this on," Luke started, shoving the t-shirt at you.

With a shrill scream, you shot your knee up into Erick's groin as hard as you could. Luke reached out then, preparing to snatch you up but you ducked under his arms and ran as fast as your legs would allow.

Just minutes later you reached Seth's dressing room and didn't bother to knock. Rushing inside, you shut and locked the door behind you. Spinning around you saw Seth and Dean eyeing you cautiously.

The television was on, and the two men must've been watching the remainder of the show.

Shane was in the ring with Kurt. The Smackdown roster surrounded them.

"What's going on," Seth's gaze shifted from you to the TV. "Y/N, why are you crying?"

It was only then that you felt wetness on your face. Shakily, you reached up and wiped at the tears; embarrassed that you were showing such weakness.

"Smackdown is invading," you said, hating the tremble in your voice. You motioned to the TV with your head. "They're going to attack us."

Seth muttered a curse under his breath. "They purposely waited until the end of the show. What's that going to prove? That they can beat up a roster who's already fought all night? Big deal." He glanced over at Dean then and pulled on his gloves for the second time that night. "You ready for another brawl, brother?"

Dean was already bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement. "Ya know it."

"WHAT," you demanded, Erick and Luke instantly forgotten. How could they think of fighting when they had to be exhausted? "I came and warned you, so you could get away, you jerks!"

You watched in fury when Seth's mouth twitched as though he were fighting off a grin, and Dean didn't even try to hide it. He busted out laughing and kissed the top of your head. "That's really adorable, Doll. But we ain't hidin' or runnin'. That's our roster out there. We don't-"

"I was going to go warn them too," you argued, hoping to persuade them. "You guys… You don't get it! You're all tired. SmackDown isn't! They're going to-"

"Under. Siege."

You all three heard Shane speak the cryptic words from the television, and watched as Kurt began scrambling to get backstage.

"Go get 'em!" Shane motioned with his hand for his roster to go attack, and with the New Day and Becky Lynch leading the pack, they charged up the ramp, determination and excitement etched on their faces.

"It's on," Dean chuckled.

Seth latched onto your wrist and then was ushering you out the door with Dean close behind.

"What are you doing," you demanded, trying to free your wrist from Seth's gentle but firm grip.

"You're getting out of here," Seth said as he all but dragged you down the hallway. "We're gonna get you to the rental, and you're gonna go to the hotel. We'll meet you there later."

"No," you cried, working to pry his fingers loose from your wrist. "I want to stay and help! The women's division needs me! I'm-"

"You're not stayin', Doll," Dean interrupted. "You're crazier than me if you think you are."

"Now you wait just a minute," you growled, jabbing Dean in the chest with your finger for emphasis. "I sent Sasha to warn the others when she could've made an escape. She could get hurt because of me! I'm not leaving-"

In the blink of an eye, Seth had you hauled over his shoulder as if you weighed nothing.

"Put me down, you stubborn jackass!" You kicked your feet with the intent of messing with his equilibrium and getting free; not to hurt him. He continued carrying you down the hall. Dean snickered behind the two of you. You reached out and slapped at him. "I'm going to kick both your butts! You're going to be so sorry when I get through with you!"

"As scared as you have me, Munchkin," Seth said, sarcasm lacing his voice, "I'll have to take my chances."

"Don't you dare call me that at a time like this, Seth Rollins," you snarled. "I may be little, but I can still beat your-"

There was a lot of shouting growing closer—from around the corner at the other end of the hall.

"Oh, no," you whispered, growing tense. "Seth, please put me down!"

"You got it."

The next thing you know, you were gently hurled into a dark maintenance closet and the door was shut in your face. Your hand shot out and latched onto the doorknob, giving it a sharp twist.

Locked. Or jammed. You weren't sure which.

"Seth! Dean! Let me out of here!" You screamed as you pounded on the door with your fists. You stepped back and tried kicking at the door but it was too sturdy. You could hear fighting beyond the door now. "Let me out, you jack-holes, or I swear I'm going to-"

Your words were interrupted by the opening of the door.

"Seriously," you demanded, stepping back out into the light. "You actually locked me-"

Your gaze shifted upward as your eyes readjusted to the light, and settled on Erick and Luke cornering you. Again.

"No," you uttered, backing up a step.

There was nowhere to go except back into the closet behind you. Erick reached out and grabbed hold of your neck in his huge hand. You clawed at his wrist and tried to force him to release you as you took a deep breath, preparing to scream your lungs out. He clamped his hand tighter around your throat and cut off your air before you could utter a sound. You felt as though your eyes were going to pop out of your head as you fought for oxygen.

"Y/N!"

You were only vaguely aware of Seth's voice roaring your name as your vision grew fuzzy around the edges. Tears spilled from your eyes and your chest burned like fire.

"DOLL!"

Dean shouted next.

Frantic with the need for air, you latched onto one of Erick's fingers and bent it back as far as you could. The bald Neanderthal howled in pain; a sound you never heard the likes of before. His grip on your neck loosened and as you bent his finger even further, he released you altogether.

You'd planned to run if he let you go. But your body had different plans from your brain. You fell to the floor in a small helpless heap, gasping for air quicker than you could attain it. Your fuzzed-over gaze shifted slowly down the hall to see a blur of blue battling and beating the devil out of your fellow roster members.

Seth was knocked to the floor and kicked in the stomach. As he rolled over to protect his ribs, his gaze locked with yours. His dark eyes shifted upward above you and a look of horror crossed his face. Groggy from your lack of oxygen, you wondered why he looked so scared for you when he was the one being hit and kicked.

Then you felt yourself flying through the air and realized Erick and Luke weren't through with you.

The last thing you would remember was an explosion of pain at the back of your head and your shoulder as you collided with the wall, and then everything went black in an instant.

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"What were you thinking? You made her hit the wall too hard!"

"I had to do something! She was beating the devil out of you, Rowan! Little Miss Five-Foot-Two, of all people. And you couldn't even subdue her!"

"That's exactly why we need her. She's strong and tough, and we need a strong female on our team. We went over this. But Y/N has been out cold for three days straight—because of you! Something tells me she's not so strong or tough anymore."

"Oh, God…" you uttered softly upon waking to hear Rowan and Harper bickering like a couple of gossipy high school girls. Your head was killing you, your left shoulder was throbbing, and your stomach was churning from nausea. And these two annoying, male chauvinistic pigs couldn't even let you sleep in peace. "Please, shut up. Or I swear to God I will barf on the both of you."

With your eyes still closed, you took stock of your situation. You were lying down on what felt like cement. "Not even a freaking pillow," you muttered softly. Struggling with pain all over your body, you managed to squint and slowly open your eyes to take in your surroundings. It was apparently night time. There was very dim lighting and you saw Rowan and Harper standing not far away, staring at you.

"Where am I," you ask softly, fighting to move into a sitting position. "Where are all my friends? Are they okay? Dean?… Seth?"

"They're not your concern anymore," Rowan answered. "We are."

You rolled your eyes and then winced as pain reverberated all over your head, from your eyes to your neck. Biting back a whimper, you forced yourself to meet his gaze. "I don't give a RIP what happens to either of you. In fact, I'll bring along your demise the first chance I get, Rowan. Mark. My. Words."

He stalked over to you and grabbed a hank of your hair, forcefully tipping your throbbing head back so you had no choice but to look at him. This time you couldn't stop the soft cry that ripped past your lips. "I'd be a tad nicer, girl," he growled. "You're going to be here with us for a while."

"What are you talking about," you asked, tearing your gaze from his and taking in your surroundings. You were in some sort of warehouse-slash-workshop. A fire-pit was in the middle of the building, but it did you little good for warmth seeing as you were at the wall on the other side of the workshop. You jerked your head away from Rowan—once again forgetting your gargantuan headache—and noticed for the first time that your ankle was shackled to a metal loop in the floor. Your feet were bare. For if I escape the shackle, you realized. I won't get very far.

"You've been out cold for several days, so I'll catch you up," Rowan answered. "We want you as a female team member. You're strong, tough, and one of the best female athletes in this business."

"I'm already part of a team," you answered, trying with much difficulty to sound brave and bored with the subject at hand. "I'm part of the Shield." You swallowed hard and nearly gagged around a wave of pain in your head. "And besides… I'm on RAW. Not SmackDown."

"You were," Rowan agreed, and smiled slightly. "But… there's been a slight alteration to your contract."

Your heart sped up. You didn't like where this was going. Nor did you like the look of confidence on Rowan's face.

"What do you mean?"

"We refused to return you to RAW. Therefore, negotiations took place. No solution was found. So, there was no other choice but to let a certain match determine your fate."

"What match," you asked, feeling more nauseated by the second.

"Us," Rowan indicated himself and Harper, "versus the Shield—minus Reigns, of course. At Survivor Series."

"And," you calmly prompted him to continue, though you were fighting between the urges to either lay down and cry or throw up where you sat.

"And… The winner gets to keep you." He rattled off the stipulations next. "You will be handcuffed inside a cage above the ring, and you'll also be blindfolded and made to wear earbuds to block out your hearing."

Growing angry, you glared at him, "Why? What does it matter what I see or hear?"

"Because we all know the tricks you've been known to pull in the past. If you have no idea what's going on, you can't find a way to help your teammates win."

Your glare darkened even more as you pinned it on both Rowan and Harper. "You better hope they win."

"Oh yeah," Harper finally spoke up, a snarl on his lips. "Why's that, Short Stuff?"

"Because if they don't, I'll make your lives miserable. You'll be wishing you were rid of me within a few hours."

Rowan rushed at you, getting right in your face.

"So… Maybe we WILL get rid of you. Just not the way you're hoping."

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"We're going to get her back, brother," Dean told Seth.

They were sitting in Seth's dressing room backstage at the Phillips Arena in Atlanta. Their match was in the next hour, and they'd already done their warm-ups.

Seth nodded but didn't respond in any other way.

Dean was worried about his friend. He'd not been the same since Y/N was kidnapped so brutally. They'd had no choice but to watch as she was flung into a wall and knocked unconscious. Then the two beastly barbarians known as the Bludgeon Brothers had carried her away.

We have to get her back, Seth thought to himself. We're not whole without her.

He thought of all the special memories he had with her. Endless Harry Potter marathons. It didn't matter how many times they'd seen each movie. They never tired of them. Y/N never could get through Snape's death without weeping, and Seth would always pull her against him and cuddle her till the scene was over and her crying ceased.

She'd been his date to the Hall of Fame induction ceremony seven months prior. He'd sworn to himself as long as he lived he would never forget how she looked in her evening dress. The bright red slinky material hugged her curves and contrasted vividly with her skin. She'd worn a matching red lipstick, and with her hair done up in a fancy up-do, she'd reminded him of a classy 1940s Hollywood actress. She'd taken his breath away and he'd wanted to kiss her so badly. But he'd always figured he'd had too much to drink, and that she probably didn't feel the same way about him.

And now I may never have the chance to find out how she feels about me, he thought.

The notion left him feeling gutted.

"I love her," he uttered the words, not even realizing he was speaking.

"Well, duh," Dean replied, sitting down beside him on the large sofa. "We both do. So does Roman."

"No," Seth exclaimed, turning to Dean with a panicked look in his dark eyes. "I'm in love with Y/N. We have to get her back Dean. We can't fail. We can't lose her. Ican't lose her!"

"It's about time you realized it, brother," Dean patted Seth's shoulder. "And we will get her back. We're not gonna lose 'er."

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By the time Survivor Series rolled around, you were an emotional mess.

You'd proven to be more of a handful than Rowan and Harper realized. On a particular occasion within your first week of staying with the Bludgeon Brothers, you managed to free your foot of the shackle that held you but not without sacrifice. As you stood shakily to your feet, you knew you'd torn something in your foot or ankle. A ligament, some cartilage, you had no idea. All you knew was that you were free, and you had to get out of there before Rowan and Harper came back.

You limped and hobbled your way out the door and when you finally got outside, you wanted to sob. You were surrounded by woods. And it was COLD. With no coat or shoes, you were as good as dead. Dejected, you went back inside to face the music when Rowan and Harper returned.

I'll have a chance to get away when they take me to Survivor Series, you thought. Not to mention if Seth and Dean win the match—WHEN they win the match, you corrected yourself. You had to stay positive. When they win the match, I'll get to be with them again.

Rowan and Harper returned a little while later to find your shackle laying beside you. They flew into a rage and opted to chain you up by your wrists, leaving your feet dangling at least a foot above the concrete floor. You were only freed for designated bathroom breaks. And for meals—which were next to nil. They only gave you enough water to survive. They didn't even free you so you could sleep. It was not only a punishment but was to keep you weak—the only true way they could get you to toe the line. You could take pride in that.

Now, as Harper carried your almost limp frame into the Toyota Center in Houston, you heard gasps all around you.

"My God… What did they do to her?"

"Is she sick?"

"Is she hurt badly?"

The questions were all around you, but you barely could make any sense of them.

"Back off," Harper growled suddenly, and he halted in his tracks.

"I just wanted to give her this candy bar. She looks like she needs it."

Renee, you thought sluggishly. She's trying to help me.

"No food," Rowan snapped at her. "If she has any strength, she's a tyrant to deal with."

You couldn't help but smile in your dazed, sleep-deprived state. Good.

"How can you expect her to last through an entire pay-per-view," Renee argued. "She can't even stand!"

"Renee, honey… Get away from here. I'll handle it."

Your eyes shot open. Dean!

"D-Dean?" You automatically reached out your hand to him. He took it gently in his larger one and squeezed. "Y-you're okay? And Seth?" Tears burned your eyes and a soft sob shuddered through your body.

"Get away from her," Rowan growled, stepping into Dean's personal space. You gripped his hand tighter, unwilling to let go.

"Seth's fine, Doll," Dean answered without taking his eyes off Rowan. "Don't you be worrying about us. We're gonna take care of this. And then we're gonna take you out for the biggest cheeseburger in the city."

Your stomach rumbled at the thought. "Tell Seth… I'm o-okay. Don't t-tell him what I look like right now. Don't let him worry, D-Deano."

"It's gonna be okay, sweetie," Dean shifted his gaze to your face. "I promise. We're gonna get you back."

With those words, Harper turned away from Dean, ripping your hand from his. "N-no! Dean! Please! Let me be with them!" Your sobs and cries could be heard all the way to the lobby of the arena. But the Bludgeon Brothers ignored you. They took you to the locker rooms so you could get a shower and prepare for the show that night. They only allowed Renee and Nia to assist you with a shower when they saw that you couldn't even stand long enough to enter the locker room. You sobbed and apologized the entire time for them having to help you clean up.

They warmly assured you that it was not a problem, and most definitely not your fault.

"So don't apologize," Nia said softly. You winced as she washed over your injured shoulder. "They're sickos for what they've done to you."

The rest of the evening went by in a blur for you. You kept falling asleep in the middle of your makeup and hair session. You were so hungry it felt as though your stomach was eating itself.

Finally, it was time to dress. You also had help with that feat. Wardrobe had sent a pair of tight black low-rise pants, and a SmackDown t-shirt.

"Courtesy of the Bludgeon Brothers," the woman said apologetically.

You glared at the shirt and looked at Nia who was again assisting you. "I can't wear that."

"You have to," Nia said. "That was part of their stipulations."

"I'll wear it out there, but it's coming off before I get in that cage," you said. "I bleed red."

Nia smiled deviously. "Well, if you want to go out there in a blaze of glory, I think I can get my hands on something you can wear under it that will make quite the statement to Rowan and Harper."

You nodded with a smile of your own. "Please do."

A couple hours later, Rowan and Harper were making their entrance. They'd made it clear that they couldn't be bothered with getting you to the ring, so they had a referee wheel you down in a wheelchair and help you into the cage which was set up inside the ring.

"Wait," you said softly, as the ref started to assist you into the cage so he could cuff your wrists to the top of the small structure. You reached down and tugged up the hem of the SmackDown t-shirt, careful to keep the shirt underneath from coming off with it. Gingerly, you eased the blue shirt over your injured shoulder and up over your head. Fully removing it from your body, you managed a weak smile as you showcased the cropped, red RAW shirt you now wore. As a final act of defiance, you tossed the SmackDown shirt at Rowan's and Harper's feet.

"I won't be needing that," you said, staring them down.

With a snarl, Rowan rushed forward and shoved the ref out of the ring. "I'll take it from here," he growled, and then shoved you hard into the cage. Your back collided with the bars and your shoulder throbbed in protest. You bit your lip to fight off the cry that threatened to erupt from your mouth.

In the next instant, Rowan had your right wrist above your head and secured in one of the handcuffs. Your skin burned as it pulled in the restraint, due to all the time spent in cuffs at the Bludgeon Brothers' workshop. Rowan chuckled, at seeing your discomfort. "Too tight," he asked.

You nodded immediately. You couldn't help it. "Yes. Please—it hurts…"

He got in your face and smirked. "Good." With that, he yanked your left arm up—much harder than was necessary. You were sure he meant to hurt your injured shoulder even more. You couldn't stop the scream that passed your lips if your very life depended on it.

Suddenly, the Shield's music hit and both Seth and Dean were flying for the ring, fury etched across their faces. Once they were inside the ring, however, Rowan wrenched your arm up even further and you screamed again.

"Stop right there, or I swear I'll rip her arm off and then choke her out with it," Rowan said casually, as if he wasn't about to get murdered in the middle of the ring.

You heard a growl pass Seth's throat, and then his gaze shifted from Rowan's face to yours.

"It's gonna be okay, sweetheart," he said softly. "This'll be over soon."

You nodded and forced yourself—for Seth's and Dean's sake—not to scream when Rowan cuffed your other wrist above your head. Immediately, earbuds were shoved into your ears and you could only hear the Monday Night RAW theme blaring. You kept your gaze locked on Seth's until the blindfold was slid over your eyes and there was only darkness.

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

Seth put on the match of his life. He meant no disrespect in the least to Dean, but he felt like this was his match. His win. It had to be him. It was his woman he was fighting for—whether Y/N realized it or not.

When this is over, he thought, I'm not wasting another second in letting her know what she means to me—how much I love her.

Seth only tagged Dean in when he wanted to double team Rowan or Harper. The rest of the time he stuck to his high-flying and brutal maneuvers. He even brought back his old curb stomp. And used it every chance he got. He wasn't fooling around.

Rowan and Harper are NOT winning this match, he thought as he delivered a sling blade to Harper. He couldn't handle thinking of the abuse Y/N would endure—had already endured. Having to watch her on the monitors backstage as Rowan roughed her up in the cage was his undoing. The second she screamed, he saw red. He didn't even realize he'd been running until he was inside the ring.

He slammed his knee into Rowan's face and saw his opportunity as the large man sprawled across the canvas; out cold. Seth pounced and covered him, hooking his leg at the same time. Dean was pummeling Harper with his fists; keeping him busy so he couldn't interfere with the three count.

1…2…3

Ding-Ding-Ding!

The Shield's music blasted through the arena and the crowd went crazy as Seth kicked Rowan out of the ring completely. Then he marched over to the referee and snatched the cage's and handcuffs' keys from him.

Dean went to the corner of the ring and motioned for a microphone while Y/N's cage was lowered back down to the canvas. "Cut the music and have some respect," he called out to the people working in the sound truck. "We ain't celebratin' 'till we make sure our girl is okay!"

This earned another round of cheers from the crowd as they voiced their agreement.

The cage reached the canvas, and Seth's heart sank as he saw Y/N practically hanging from her cuffs; tears streaming down her cheeks. He wasted no time in unlocking the door and then he was inside with her, holding her up. Her skin burned his and he noted the sweat dotting along her hairline and temples. She jolted as his arms went around her and a cry broke from her lips.

Immediately, he plucked the earbuds from her ears and slid the blindfold from her head. "Shhh…" He shushed her gently. "I've gotcha, sweetheart."

"S-Seth?" Her heavy-lidded eyes shifted upward and met his.

He swallowed hard and gave a nod. "Yeah, baby. It's Seth." He supported her weight with one arm while he reached up with his free hand and unlocked one of the cuffs. "You're safe now. We've got you." Her right arm fell heavy and useless as the cuff released her. She winced and let out a pained moan. "Arm was numb," she uttered. "Now it feels like pricking needles."

"I'm so sorry, baby," Seth whispered as he began unlocking the other cuff.

"Not your fault," Y/N replied. She inhaled sharply as her wrist came free. Seth took it gently in his hand and eased her arm down. His soft touch wasn't enough to keep her shoulder from throbbing as he lowered her arm, however. She cried out and sobbed as fire shot from the crook of her neck all the way down her arm.

Seth growled a curse as her face visibly paled.

"What's wrong with her," Dean tried to inch his way into the cage, but there wasn't enough room.

"She needs a doctor," was all Seth said as he bent and scooped Y/N's legs up and cradled her against his chest.

Dean cursed as he spun around and went immediately to the ropes, climbing through them. "Give her to me."

Seth followed him over to the ropes, the audience all but forgotten. He passed Y/N over to Dean so he could climb through the ropes without dropping her. Immediately, he demanded she be returned to him. Then they were hurrying up the ramp to get her to the trainer's office.

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It seemed like it took forever before you felt the cage descending. Your legs had given out within minutes of the match's start. Your wrists and arms took on all of your weight and your shoulder was absolutely killing you. Tears streamed down your face and groans of pain burst from your mouth.

Now, as the cage thudded slightly against the canvas of the ring, part of you was relieved the ordeal was finally over but another part of you was scared to death of the outcome.

What if Rowan and Harper somehow cheated and won? What if Seth and Dean are hurt? What will happen-?

Your thoughts were interrupted as you felt the cage shift slightly under someone's weight. Arms went around you in a possessive hold and your sore body jumped, and save for a soft cry, you forced yourself to stay quiet. You would not give the Bludgeon Brothers the satisfaction of seeing your fear if they were the victors.

You felt the earbuds pulled from your ears and in the next instant, the blindfold left you.

"Shhh… I've gotcha, sweetheart."

Your heart skipped at hearing the voice of the man you loved. "S-Seth," you slurred and managed to shift your gaze to his. He appeared to swallow past a lump in his throat, and he nodded. "Yeah, baby. It's Seth."

In the next couple minutes, he managed to get your wrists freed, though not without excruciating pain. Everything became a blur after that. The next thing you knew, you were lying on a gurney and being wheeled through a brightly lit hallway.

As your vision blurred then faded, you could have sworn you heard Seth's voice saying:

"I love you, Y/N. I love you."

}i{}i{}i{}i{}i{

In the darkness, you became aware of sounds all around you. Low voices. Distant footsteps. The soft hum of machinery, and a steady beeping that seemed to reverberate through your head.

You whimpered softly as consciousness came back to you and various pains made themselves known. Your head pounded as though a jackhammer was set loose in your brain. Your shoulder throbbed with fire. Overall, your body felt as if you'd been hit by a Mack truck.

Your eyes fluttered, battling to open and take in your surroundings. You became aware of a large hand squeezing your right one, and then warm, soft lips brushed over the back of it. Several tender little kisses to your knuckles followed suit while a beard and mustache scratched lightly against your fingers.

"Y/N? Sweetheart? Can you hear me?"

Seth.

Your eyes weren't fully cooperating yet, so you tried to speak his name. All you managed was a soft pained moan.

"I know, baby. I know it hurts."

His hand left yours and then you heard the sound of water sloshing. A cool wet cloth was applied to your forehead and it shifted down to each of your cheeks, then your neck.

"Freaking fever."

You heard Seth's muttered words and wanted to reassure him you'd be okay. Even though you had no idea if that was true or not.

You forced your eyes to open then, and blinked several times at the blinding light that assaulted your gaze. Quickly, you recognized that you were in a hospital room. Seth was standing at the rolling table over your bed, and soaked the wash cloth again. He was still in his wrestling gear. His hair was rumpled and he looked as if he'd gotten no sleep. He gently smoothed the wet cloth over the skin of your arms as he tried to cool you down; his eyebrows drawn together in concentration.

The sight of his worried face as he took care of you melted your heart. If you didn't know you loved him before, you did now. And in your groggy state, you said the words aloud—not that he understood your garbled slurring.

"What was that, honey?"

You'd already dozed back off and came awake again at the sound of his voice. "Mmm... Dun'no," you mumbled. You gingerly shifted your head so you could see him better. "Ever' one okay? RAW...win?"

He stood still for a moment and gazed down at you, his eyes scanning your face intently. "Yeah, everyone is fine. And Team RAW did win. But that doesn't even matter right now. You are what matters."

"Wha' happ'ned," you asked. "After?" Your words didn't make any sense even to you, but Seth seemed to know what you were asking.

"You were in and out of consciousness," he answered. "I started to carry you to the trainer's office, but you were too bad off for that. We rushed you to the hospital. You've been here a couple of days. You were severely dehydrated and your ankle is sprained. You'd developed a fever that is yet to come down. You..." He swallowed hard and avoided your eyes as he continued to list off your ailments. "Your shoulder... It was badly dislocated. You had to have surgery."

The heart monitor stuttered as your heart skipped a beat and picked up its pace.

"S-surgery," you slurred. "'m I okay?"

He nodded and fidgeted with the wash cloth, still avoiding looking at you. "Yeah. Yeah, you're gonna be fine. But, you're also gonna be outta action for... for a while, honey. Up to a year."

Instantly, you felt terrible. You were letting your team down. You hated that Seth must see you as such a weakling now.

"S-Seth... 'm so sorry..."

His head shot up and he looked over at you. His dark, chocolate-colored eyes narrowed. "What?"

You felt tears burning your eyes and hated yourself for it. "Sorry. Letting y'all down. Sorry for bein' weak."

The wash cloth fell from his hands back into the basin of water and he sat down in the chair next to your bed, scooting it closer so he could take your hand. "What are you talking about, sweetheart?"

It occurred to you that Seth hadn't ever bothered with terms of endearment with you before your kidnapping; other than calling you "munchkin", that is. But you were too sleepy to try and make sense out of it. You were barely able to function enough to answer his question. However, his question was apparently rhetorical, because he didn't give you a true chance to reply.

"Y/N..." he started, tugging your hand to his chest and holding it there. "You aren't letting us down—at all. And you are THE strongest woman I know. You are one of the first women to arrive at the arena every day, and you are the last to leave. I've never seen anyone work harder than you do. Not to mention the month of torture you went through having to stay with those monsters. And you still had the courage to defy them to the very end. So, don't talk to me about being weak. You're not. You're... You're amazing."

A tear finally spilled down your cheek and you could find no words.

"I never realized how amazing..." Seth continued. "Until you were taken from me—from us," he corrected himself quickly, an atypical blush staining his cheeks. "I was so afraid we'd lose that match—that we'd never see you again."

With your eyes growing heavy again, you squeezed his hand to comfort him. "I knew you guys would win," you whispered with a wan smile. "I knew you'd bring me home."

Returning your smile, Seth spoke softly. "We had to. We can't make it without you. It just wouldn't be the same." He chuckled then, "By the way, Dean is here too. It was my turn to sit with you. I should go get him. He's been bouncing off the walls."

You managed a small laugh, and then immediately winced in pain.

"Let me get the nurse to bring you something for your pain. Then I'll go tell Dean he can sit with you a while."

You nodded as he gently placed your hand back on the bed and pushed the nurse's call button on the bed's side rails. You grew more sleepy as Seth informed the nurse of your pain, and began to drift off.

The last thing you remembered was warm lips tenderly brushing over your forehead. After a slight pause, those lips pressed a soft, loving kiss to your mouth.

The trouble was... You'd wake up hours later not knowing if that kiss was real or just a dream.

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A month had passed since your rescue and surgery.

You had stayed home in Orlando to begin your rehabbing and get on the road to recovery. And though the exercises were excruciating at first, you were thrilled at the feeling of doing something. You were sad at having to stay behind while Seth and Dean—and Roman too, once he was cleared to return from his illness—traveled the country and competed. But at the same time, you were just happy to still be part of the Shield instead of condemned to become a Bludgeon Sister.

Now, as you finished up the final touches to your makeup, you smiled in your excitement. It was only a week until Christmas, and you were receiving THE perfect gift.

WWE was returning to the states from being gone overseas for well over almost two weeks. And the first show back on U. S. soil was in Orlando that night. You'd made plans with Seth, Dean and Roman to visit backstage and catch up. It would be the first time you'd see Seth or Dean in weeks, and even longer with Roman.

Giggling, you began singing to yourself:

Guess who just got back today Them wild-eyed boys that had been away Haven't changed that much to say But man, I still think them cats are crazy

Brushing your hair, and preparing to style it with your curling iron, you skipped to the chorus of the Thin Lizzy song:

The boys are back in town (The boys are back in town)

The boys are back in town (The boys are back in town again)

It was nearly time to leave for the Amway Center, so you quickly slid your new red dress on over your meager undergarments and zipped it. You smiled as the scarlet material settled against your curves perfectly. You knew you were dressing up a bit much, but you didn't care. It was nearly Christmas, and you'd missed your boys. You wanted to look special for them.

Especially Seth, you had to admit to yourself. You'd fully accepted the fact that you were head-over-heels in love with him. And while you didn't have the nerve to make the first move, you wanted to encourage him to—if he felt the same way. And you remembered the way he looked at you at the last Hall Of Fame ceremony, when you were his date. He seemed to appreciate how you looked in red.

Slipping on your strappy red stilettos, you checked your reflection one last time and then headed out the door.

You arrived at Amway Center a half hour later and entered the building from the parking garage. The minute you went backstage, you were engulfed in hugs all around.

"Good t' see ya, lass," Finn Bálor said softly, kissing the top of your head. He could easily empathize with you in that you both shared the exact same injury. "Glad t' see y'r feelin' better."

You nodded, "Much better. Thank you. I've missed you all so much."

Sasha hurried up to you then and latched on in a tight hug. "I am so sorry-"

"Don't even," you cut her off with a laugh and returned her hug. "Don't go there, Sasha. This would've happened whether you'd stayed with me or not. And if you'd stayed, you would've probably been hurt as well."

Sasha nodded, "I get that. But I still feel badly. And I'm still sorry you had to go through it."

It seemed like several minutes passed that you spoke with several of the wrestlers when you heard your name uttered softly from behind you.

Turning around, you spotted Seth, Dean, and Roman standing in the hallway wearing their full ring gear.

How could I have forgotten how gorgeous Seth looks in his vest and those cargo pants, you thought to yourself. And that shirt that fits like a second skin. You felt a blush burning your cheeks and you knew he'd have to be blind not to see it.

A smile broke across the three men's faces almost simultaneously. "Baby girl," Roman exclaimed. He bent down and hugged you close, careful not to hurt your shoulder. "God, I've missed you."

"Missed you too, Rome," you said, already feeling the sting of tears. "I've missed you all so much!"

Dean grabbed you next and squeezed you tight, also careful to leave your shoulder untouched. "Good to see ya, Doll," he smiled. Then he leaned in close to your ear and whispered, "I think you're killin' Mr. Crossfit with that dress. His eyes nearly popped outta his head!"

You felt your face burn hotter and playfully slugged him on the arm. "Oh, quit, you!" You shifted your gaze to Seth's then and smiled shyly. "Hello, Seth."

It seemed as though all of the wrestlers in the hallway disappeared then—and quickly. Even Dean and Roman. Suddenly, you and Seth were alone.

"I'm so happy to see you," Seth said softly. He finally pulled you into a hug and held on for what seemed like an eternity. Which was definitely okay with you. You inhaled the scent of his cologne and nearly sighed in pleasure at the gentle, clean smell. When Seth finally pulled away, he looked you over from head to toe and shook his head slightly, a look of awe on his face. His dark eyes lifted back to yours and he offered a bashful grin. "You look beautiful."

You couldn't stop the giggle that burst from your lips. "Thank you. I realize the dress is a bit too much, but it's Christmas—almost. And I... I wanted to wear something special for tonight—for when I got to see my boys."

Seth chuckled at the Shield men being referred to as 'your boys'. Then he reached out and took your hand and urged you to turn around for him. "It's not too much," he replied, stepping closer to you. "It's perfect." He seemed to have an internal struggle then, as if he wanted to say something but was afraid to. He finally managed to speak. "I... I, uh... I actually had a surprise planned for you tonight—at my place. There's something I need to tell you."

Your forehead creased slightly in concern. "Is everything okay, Seth?"

He immediately looked as though he regretted his choice of words. "Oh, definitely," he said quickly. "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to worry you." He smiled nervously. "Meet me back here? After our match?—Well, after I've had a chance to shower and change?"

You nodded, excited at the idea of spending some time with him. "Yes, definitely! I'll be here."

"Great," Seth smiled and then leaned down kissing your forehead. Then, as if he couldn't stop himself, he brushed his lips over your cheek in an intimate caress. "See you then." Then he was walking down the hall in search of his brothers.

The next couple of hours passed quickly despite your eagerness to see Seth again. The rest of the roster kept your mind off the clock by hanging out with you between their matches. And then finally... You saw Seth walking down the hall toward you dressed in a basic pair of dark jeans and a light blue, button-down dress shirt. The pale color of the shirt exacerbated the darkness of his skin and eyes. His hair was clean and hung loose around his shoulders in soft waves.

A whimper passed your lips and then you were aware of Nia and Alexa guffawing beside you.

"Girl, you've got it so bad," Nia said, still laughing.

"Oh, hush," you whispered, feeling your face flame.

"Don't worry," Alexa giggled, "He's got it just as bad for you. You're all he's talked about for the past month. Actually, two months if you count from the time you were kidnapped."

By now, Seth had reached the three of you and smiled softly at you. "You ready?"

You nodded, looking him up and down. Something was up. He normally left the arenas in a t-shirt and jeans or sweatpants. He rarely wore dress shirts. "You look... really... really good," you said softly, daring to meet his gaze. He flushed slightly and grinned. Your compliment obviously pleased him.

"Thanks," he said softly. "Just thought I'd follow your lead and dress up a tad." He motioned toward the elevator down the hall. "Shall we?"

You stepped toward him with a shy smile and turned toward Nia and Alexa, who were wearing smug grins on their faces. "See you guys later."

"Later," Nia returned with a wave.

"Have fun," Alexa said with an impish giggle.

You heard Seth let out a slight embarrassed groan. Then his arm went around your shoulders and he was leading you to the elevator.

He had the drive to his house made in record time.

He had to be speeding most of the way, you thought. You grew worried. Even though he'd said everything was fine, he was acting strangely.

The next thing you knew, he was getting out of the car and coming around to assist you out of the passenger's side. He led you to his porch and then unlocked the front door, going in ahead of you to turn on the foyer's over-head light.

You stepped inside and Seth, being the gentleman, took your purse from you and hung it on one of the coat hooks near the stairs.

You realized suddenly that he'd not said a word since leaving the arena. Tension surged through your body and you had to find out what was going on.

"Seth? You're... worrying me. You've not said anything—at all. Is everything really okay?"

His apologetic gaze shot to yours, and he nodded. "Yeah, sweetheart. Everything is fine. I've just got my mind on something, that's all."

"Do you want me to go?"

"No!" The word tore from his mouth as he shook his head vehemently. Then he groaned and scrubbed his hand down his face. "I'm screwing this up so badly!" He looked over at you. "I promise everything is fine. Really. I just… need to tell you something."

"O-okay. What do you need to tell me," you asked, fidgeting nervously.

Almost shyly, he reached up and brushed the back of his hand across your cheekbone.

"I… I love you. I'm in love with you, Y/N. And I've known it for a long while. I've been dying to tell you."

"You did already though, didn't you," you asked, suddenly remembering the night you were rescued. "At Survivor Series... I was passing out, but I remember your voice...telling me you loved me. Or did I dream that?"

Seth sort of cleared his throat then. "You didn't dream it. I hadn't intended to blurt it out like that. But... I was scared. I didn't know how bad off you were and... the thought crossed my mind that you could..." He swallowed hard and you could've sworn you saw tears welling up in his dark eyes. "I was afraid I might not have the chance to tell you later on."

Your heart felt full as he so genuinely professed his feelings for you. Smiling through tears of your own, you reached up and cupped his face in both your hands. He'd been avoiding your eyes, but now his gaze shifted to yours. "Hey," you murmured, running one of your thumbs soothingly over his cheekbone. "I'm okay. You and Dean saved me—got me to the hospital. And I made it. You don't have to be scared anymore." You smiled softly up at him. "And I love you too, Seth. I've loved you from the first time I laid eyes on you."

Then you urged his face down to yours and kissed him softly; teasing his lips with yours, daring him—begging him to take charge of the kiss.

And take charge... Oh, he did.

With a soft passionate growl, his mouth claimed yours fully. The tip of his warm tongue slipped out and brushed over the seam of your lips, wordlessly asking you to open up to him. As soon as you eagerly parted your lips for him, his tongue entered your mouth and swirled over yours, prodding it to life. You mewled into his mouth and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing closer to him; utterly desperate for more of his taste. Seth groaned, and anchored your head back, deepening the kiss even further. Your fingers curled involuntarily, and tangled into his soft hair.

"I'll never let anything bad happen to you again. I swear it," He whispered against your lips. "I love you."

"I love you," you said, returning his kisses. "More than you'll ever know."

THE END

#Seth Rollins #Seth Rollins fan fic #Seth Rollins imagine #Seth Rollins x Reader

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ao3feed-lokiangst · 4 years

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Fandom One-Shots and Imagines

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by leztrangem

Hello, everyone! This is my first work ever to be posted on here. This is a collection of one-shots from many different fandoms reposted from my Wattpad. All of these are pretty much SFW. That's because Wattpad is so strict about what type of content can be posted. This is honestly just a way for me to get used to posting on here because I'm fairly new. Fair warning, a lot of these were written when I was in like...middle school.

More tags and characters will be added to tags soon!

Words: 1012, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: IT - Stephen King, IT (Movies - Muschietti), Beetlejuice - All Media Types, Beetlejuice (1988), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel, Homestuck, Twilight Series - All Media Types, Twilight (Movies), Twilight Series - Stephenie Meyer, Blood Drive (TV), Riverdale (TV 2017), Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (TV 2018), A Nightmare on Elm Street - All Media Types, A Nightmare on Elm Street (Movies 1984-1994), Addams Family - All Media Types, The Addams Family (Movies), The SpongeBob Musical - Various/Anthony & Coulton/Jarrow, Hamilton - Miranda, Hamilton - Miranda (Broadway Cast) RPF, World Wrestling Entertainment, Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Cursed Child - Thorne & Rowling, Supernatural, Gotham (TV), DCU (Comics), DC Extended Universe, Joker (2019), DCU, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Birds of Prey (And the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn) (2020), Shameless (US), Rocky Horror Picture Show, X-Men (Movieverse)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

Characters: Joker (Joker 2019), Joker (DCU), Arthur Fleck, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Pennywise (IT), Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Lip Gallagher, Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Oswald Cobblepot, Edward Nygma, Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees, Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins | Tyler Black, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Lin-Manuel Miranda, James "Bucky" Barnes, Vision (Marvel), Peter Quill, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Yondu Udonta, T'Challa (Marvel), Reader, Mark Cohen, Roman Sionis, Harleen Quinzel, Armitage Hux

Relationships: Pennywise (IT)/Reader, Joker (DCU)/Reader, Arthur Fleck/You, Kylo Ren/Reader, Oswald Cobblepot/Reader, Edward Nygma/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Thor (Marvel)/Reader, Loki (Marvel)/Reader, Freddy Krueger/Reader, Jason Voorhees/You, Freddy Krueger/Jason Voorhees/Reader, Lin-Manuel Miranda/Reader, Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley/Reader, Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley/Roman Reigns/Seth Rollins | Tyler Black/Reader, Roman Reigns/Reader, Seth Rollins | Tyler Black/Reader, Lip Gallagher/Reader, Harry Potter/Reader, Draco Malfoy/Reader, Lucius Malfoy/Reader, Severus Snape/Reader, Neville Longbottom/Reader, Remus Lupin/Reader, Sirius Black/Reader, Billy Loomis/Reader, Billy Loomis/Stu Macher, Peter Quill/Reader, Yondu Udonta/Reader, James "Bucky" Barnes/Reader

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst, Depression, Bullying, Demons, Demonic Possession, Crying, Kissing, First Kiss, First Meetings, First Dates, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Hide and Seek, Games, Chess, Loki (Marvel) Needs a Hug, Arrogance, Mates, Vampire Bites, Polyamory, Polyamorous Character, Bisexuality, Bisexual Male Character, Bisexual Female Character, Bisexual Character, Heterosexuality, Witchcraft, Movie Night, Balloons, Harleen Quinzel's Hyenas, Roommates, Harleen Quinzel Needs a Hug, Riots, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Lightsabers, Fights, Horror, Comedy, Lesbian Character, Reader-Insert, Reader-Interactive, Mutants, Mutant Reader, Mutant Powers, Drinking, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Platonic Relationships, Platonic Cuddling, Cuddling & Snuggling, Oblivious Draco Malfoy, Severus Snape Has a Heart, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff/Slytherin Inter-House Relationships, Hogwarts Inter-House Friendships, Why Did I Write This?, Spoilers, Spooky, Romance, Awkwardness

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel cinematic universe #angst

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inagetawaycarxo · 4 years

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Lethal Lust {FINALE} | Dean Ambrose

⚠ THIS IMAGINE CONTAINS SMUT & OTHER MATURE THEMES! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!! ⚠

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x Reader

Featuring: Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, Finn Balor, Baron Corbin, Oc’s.

Fandom: WWE

Summary: the plot thickens as you go down for a murder you did not commit, Dean gets rid of Seth, and you finally find out who killed your best friend, with dire consequences.

WARNINGS: angst, fluff {I guess if you squint}, character death, blood, violence, torture, kidnapping, crying, hospitals, one-sided love, smut, sex, car sex, oral (male receiving), a whole lot of drama, not for the faint-hearted, bad smut writing, guns. Prob bad plotting. Editing {iPads are really annoying to edit on or maybe I just need glasses}

Word Count: 6.6K +

A/N: Thank you, all for reading this. It means a-lot. Unfortunately every story has to end. ❤️✨💖 I was going to post these separately since there is only really two parts left after this, but I decided to merge them all together this is part three, four and five all in one part.

PARTS; ONE | TWO | FINALE (YOU ARE HERE)

THEN

Seth parked the car in the parking lot to your apartment complex.

Before he could even say anything, you unbuckled your seat belt. Climbing over the console, and straddling his lap. Pressing your lips against his passionately. Seth let out a moan. As his hand gripped your waist. Pulling you onto his lap. Your lips still locked with his…

NOW

Seth’s hands wandered down towards your ass. Squeezing it roughly. Making you moan into his mouth.

You pulled away. Breathing heavily. Your eyes gazing into his eyes intently. Seth licked his lower lip. Giving your ass another squeeze. A moan escaped your mouth. Moving your hips a bit, trying to create friction.

Seth let out a moan. Throwing his head back. Your hands wandered down his chest. Stopping at the waistband of his jeans.

Your lips attaching to his neck. Sucking harshly on the skin. While your fingers grabbed the back of his shirt. Tugging it up, and over his head. Tossing it somewhere in the car. Your lips quickly made their way to his throat. Trailing hot wet kisses down towards his chest. While your hands made quick work of undoing his jeans. Tugging them down to his thighs. Your mouth then moved down to his navel. Sucking harshly. Your mouth then moved down to his happy trail. Gliding your tongue down his happy trail. All the while looking up at him, through hooded eyes. That made Seth moan some more.

Your fingers looped underneath the waistband of his boxers. Peeling them off of him. Freeing his erection. Making Seth let out a stutter.

You quickly grabbed his shaft. Your tongue gliding up towards his tip. Seth’s fingers raked through your hair. As you swirl your tongue around his tip. Collecting some pre-cum. Seth’s head was thrown back as far as it could go. His moans filling the car, as you started to leave soft kisses up his shaft, before taking him fully in your mouth. Your gaze flickering up towards his face, as you started to bob your head up and down while sucking. Occasionally nibbling. Using your saliva as lubricant. While your hands stroked his shaft, while you sucked.

“Fuck, babe.” Seth moaned out.

Thrusting into your mouth. You stopped sucking and started to swirl your tongue around his tip, before going back to sucking his cock. Moaning slightly. His body trembling.

Seth grabbed a handful of your hair. Pulling you up. Making his cock slip from your mouth with a pop. He quickly hiked your dress up and moved your panties to the side. Lowering you down on his shaft.

Both of you letting out a satisfied moan. Your hands grabbing his shoulders for support. Your nails digging into his shoulder blades. As you start to rock your hips. Bouncing up and down on his cock. Throwing your head back. Seth’s head went straight to the crook of your neck. Sucking harshly. While his hands grabbed your boobs. Massaging them as you ride him. The both of you in pure bliss. Moans filling the car.

The familiar sensation forming in the pit of your stomach. Your nails digging into his skin.

“Come for me, babe.” Seth moaned out. Coaxing you closer to your orgasm. Tightening your eyes closed, as your orgasm washed over you. Seth bucked his hips up, as soon as you stopped moving. Thrusting them up a few more times, before spilling his seed inside of you. Your head falling into the crook of his neck. As the both of you breathed heavily.

Unbeknownst to the both of you, someone was watching. That person who happened to be lurking was Dean. He clenched the glass cup tightly. His face pressed against the glass window. Scowling at Seth’s car. Dean glared when he saw Seth kissing you. He felt relief wash over him when you stepped out of the car alone. Fixing your dress. Before going into the apartment complex. Dean’s mouth went into a thin line, as Seth took off.

Dean only moved away from the window when he heard the door to the apartment open.

“Your home late.” Dean grumbled out. Making you let out a tiny scream.

You put your hand on your chest. While your heart beat faster.

“Dean, you scared me.” You gasped out.

“He is a bad influence on you, y/n. You have to work tomorrow.” Dean scolded you. While you grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. Closing the fridge door. You looked at the clock on the wall. Raising your eyebrows. As you opened the lid to the water.

“It’s eleven.” You spoke. Taking a sip of the water.

“Exactly, it is late.” Dean grumbled. Crossing his arms over his chest.

“Okay, dad. I am going to have a shower, then go to bed. Night night.” You spoke. Turning around, and walking out of the kitchen. Leaving Dean alone in the kitchen.

Dean turned back around to face the window. Glaring at the parking spot, where Seth’s car had been.

He had to get rid of Seth and fast. Before Seth stole you from him…

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Dean was up before you were. Actually, he didn’t even go to sleep. He was to busy planning on killing Seth.

“Morning, Dean.” You greeted him. Startling Dean a bit.

“Hey.” He mumbled.

“Want some coffee?” You asked. Pouring yourself a cup of coffee.

“Nah. I have to get to work. See you later.” Dean spoke. Getting up, and leaving the kitchen.

“More for me then.” You mumbled to yourself. Bringing the cup up to your lips, and taking a sip.

Dean stopped near the door. Hand hovering above the doorknob. Turning his head to look at you. As you sipped on coffee.

“You will be mine. All mine, very soon.” Dean mumbled to himself. Turning the knob, and opening the door. Then exiting.

You grabbed an apple out of the bowl that was in the middle of the table. Taking a bite out of it. You then walked over towards the dish rack. Picking up your thermos mug, and the lid. You quickly poured the coffee into the thermos mug. Then put the lid on. Screwing it on. Then exiting the kitchen, and going over to the front door. Grabbing your car keys, and a bag. Opening the door, and locking it. You then closed the door and walked out of the apartment. Going over towards your car. Once you got into the car, you quickly placed your thermos mug into the cup holder. Then put the keys into the ignition. Turning them, making the engine of the car turn on. You quickly put your seat belt on. You then put the car out of park and into drive. Pressing your foot onto the accelerator. Driving off to Alexa’s house.

When you made it to Alexa’s place. You parked in front of her house. Turning off the engine, and taking out the keys. Getting out of the car, and walking over to her door.

You stopped in your tracks as you saw that her screen door was the only one closed. You got an unsettling feeling forming in the pit of your stomach. Paranoia started to set in. Horrible images filled your thoughts, as you slowly walked to the front door. Like it was a wounded wild animal, you were trying to coax out.

“Alexa.” You called out. Hand hovering above the door handle. You waited a second before opening the door.

“Alexa.” You called out again. Not getting a response back. Your heart thumping against your chest rapidly.

A strong metallic smell hit your nose. Making you cringe. You knew it was blood.

“Alexa.” You called out. Gulping when she didn’t answer you. You quickly made your way to where the smell was coming from. Which happened to be in the kitchen.

Your heart felt like it was stuck in your throat. As you stared at the horrid scene in front of you.

“Lexi…” You barely gasped out. Tears brimming in your eyes. Rushing over to her, as fast as you could.

“Please.” You whimpered out. Putting a hand over her wound. You knew it was too late to save her. She was dead. But that didn’t stop you from doing all you can to save her. This point you were full-on sobbing.

“We will find who did this to you, Lexi.” You sobbed out.

In the midst of trying to save her, even though you knew she was dead, you must have called the emergency services. Because you felt strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you away from your best friends body, and out of the house, towards a waiting ambulance…

Roman wrapped a blanket around you. Sitting down next to you. Wrapping his arm around you. Pulling you closer to his side.

“She’s dead.” You sobbed out. Tears burning your eyes.

“There was nothing I could do Ro. There was so much blood. A lot of blood.” You cried out. Roman rubbed soothing circles up and down on your shoulder.

“Y/n…” Roman started to say, only for you to cut him off.

“So, much blood.” You mumbled. Looking down at your blood-stained hands. The blood that was Alexa’s.

Roman took notice of you staring at your hands, that were coated in crimson. He quickly reached out towards the side. Grabbing a water bottle. He unscrewed the lid. Taking the lid off, and putting it down beside him. Roman unwrapped his arm from around you. Grabbing your hands. He tipped the water on your hands. Washing the blood off your hands. Though you just stared numbly at your hands.

Roman used all the water. Putting the empty water bottle beside him. He grabbed a towel. Wiping your hands dry. Once Roman was finished drying your hands, he put the towel down beside him. His fingers hooking underneath your chin, turning your head to face him.

“It’s not your fault, y/n. None of this was. The police will get the person who did this.” Roman reassured you.

“Why? Why her?” You sobbed.

“I don’t know.” Roman sighed. Wiping your fallen tears away.

“Who would do this to her? How could they?” You sobbed out.

“Someone unstable. It is going to be okay. They will get this person.” Roman reassured you.

Roman wrapped his arms around you. Bringing you close to him. Hugging you tightly. As you sobbed into his chest…

･ﾟ✧ MEANWHILE ✧ﾟ･

Dean glared at Seth. As Seth made his way into the gym. Dean’s hand gripped onto the handle of his knife.

Dean tapped his feet impatiently. His jaw clenching, as he watched Seth. Eyes squinting into slits.

Dean watched Seth like a predator watching its prey. Waiting for an opportunity to get Seth alone. And when it came, he pounced.

Dean smirked, as he plunged the knife into Seth’s back. Seth let out a groan of pain. Hand reaching behind his back. But failing to get it out. Dean let out a chuckle. Pushing Seth into the dumpster. Seth let out a moan of pain.

“She is mine. Not yours.” Dean growled out. Sending daggers to the back of Seth’s head.

“Dude. Take a hint, she ain’t into you.” Seth grumbled out.

Dean sneered at Seth. Grabbing his hair, and slamming his face onto the concrete. Seth let out another groan of pain.

“You’re a bad influence on her. You don’t deserve her.” Dean snarled out. Yanking the knife out of Seth’s back.

Seth let out a groan of pain. Then a chuckle.

“And you think you deserve her?” Seth asked. Laughing at Dean. Turning his head to look at Dean.

“That’s pathetic. You are pathetic. She will never fall for a lunatic like you, Dean. You’re a psychotic son of a bitch.” Seth growled out, through gritted teeth.

Dean glared at Seth. Shoving him down roughly. Nostrils flared. Mouth set in a thin line. Dean grabbed a handful of Seth’s hair. Yanking it back, as he squatted over Seth.

Dean pressed the knife against Seth’s throat.

“Funny… The last person who said that exact same thing to me, ended up dead.” Dean growled out.

Dean slit Seth’s throat. Smiling wickedly as he watched the blood pool around Seth’s body.

“Now nothing will get in my way of being with, y/n.” Dean smirked wickedly. Dean then picked up Seth’s limp body, hauling it into the dumpster bin. He quickly put the trash bags over Seth’s body. Then walked off…

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You wrapped your arms around you letting out a sigh. Your eyes darting across the room, where the police conducted the interviews in. You just wanted to go home. You were so tired.

Detective Corbin glared at you through the glass window. Detective Balor rolled his eyes in annoyance, as he walked up to him.

“She obviously did it.” Detective Corbin growled.

“Just because her fingerprints are on the doorknob doesn’t mean she did it.” Detective Balor grumbled in annoyance.

“I don’t care. The evidence leads to her. Her fingerprints are all over the place.” Detective Corbin snapped. Clenching his jaw.

“Baron…” Detective Balor started to say, but Detective Corbin cut him off. Turning his head to face Detective Balor. Glaring at him.

“No, zip it before I take you off the case. I’m the lead detective in charge of this case. I’m charging her for murdering Alexa Bliss.” Detective Corbin grumbled. Walking off, and going into the room where you were in.

Finn watched the whole thing. Getting a sinking feeling of them being wrong. That the real killer was out there. Detective Balor looked away as he watched tears falling from your eyes, as Detective Corbin put the handcuffs on your wrist.

“I’ll get the real killer, y/n.” Detective Balor mumbled to himself…

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You stared numbly at the cell wall. Gulping rapidly. Your eyes were red from crying. The rim of your eyes red. Your throat dry. It felt like the walls were closing in on you. Your tears all dried out.

How could they wrongly accuse you of murdering your best friend? You kept thinking to yourself.

A guard walked up to your cell. Making hope flicker in your eyes.

“You got a visitor.” The guard grumbled out. Opening your cell door. You quickly stood up. The guard walked in. Placing their hand on your lower back. Pushing you out of the cell, and towards the visiting room.

Your eyes light up with happiness, as you saw Dean.

Dean stood up. Rushing over towards you. Dean ignored the stare he got from the guard, as he wrapped his arms around you. Pulling you tightly into his chest. Dean resting his chin on top of your head. As you nestle your face into his chest. Hugging him the best you could with handcuffs on.

Dean pulled away after the guard told both of you to sit down.

Dean reached out and took your hand in his. As soon as both of you sat down. Dean squeezed your hand tight. Looking deeply into your eyes.

“I’ll get you out of here.” Dean reassured you.

“Dean…” you sighed.

“I know you didn’t kill her.” Dean spoke. Making you bite your lip.

“They think I did.” You mumbled. You felt like crying again. But there were no tears left to cry. Your eyes just ended up hurting.

Dean squeezed your hand tighter.

“I will do anything to get you out of here. You are innocent. Don’t worry, I will get you out of here.” Dean spoke.

“My lawyer says I should plead guilty, and I think I should do it.” You confessed to him.

“Fuck, what he says. He is a shitty lawyer.” Dean snapped.

“She.” You corrected him. Taking a deep breath, before continuing again.

“Dean, look, I don’t know what evidence they have on me. Other than the fingerprints. My lawyer said if I plead guilty then they might be lenient, and give me a shorter sentence. Dean, the police are hell-bent on believing I murdered my best friend.” You sighed. Squeezing Dean’s hand, as you spoke.

“You didn’t kill her. You are innocent.” Dean argued. A sigh left your mouth. You squeezed Dean’s hand even tighter. Giving him a pained look.

“I know that Dean, but the police will twist it to make people believe I am guilty. That I did it.” You spoke.

“Then those people are brainless idiots for believing lies from those corporate cops.” Dean growled out. Looking at the guard in disdain. Then at you with a painful look.

“Dean… I have to it is my only choice. My court date is in two days.” you sighed. Giving him a sad smile.

Dean shook his head in disagreement. He quickly leaned over to you. His lips pressing against the shell of your ear. Making you gulp. While the guard that stood by the doorway gave him a dirty look.

“But you do have a choice. A choice to fight. You may have given up on fighting this, but I haven’t. I am going to help you. I am going to get you out of here. Even if it kills me. Because, I know you didn’t do it, I know you are innocent.” Den spoke. your mouth went a gap. Eyes widen in shock.

The guard’s hand wrapped around Dean’s forearm, pulling him up, and away from you. Though Dean kept eye contact with you. Mouthing the words “I’ll get you out of here.”. Another guard grabbed you. Pulling you up, and out of the visiting room, and towards your cell. Making you wonder how he was going to prove your innocence. How he was going to get you out of there…

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Dean paced up and down the living room. Muttering incoherent words to himself. His hair was dishevelled from running his fingers through it. Eyes bloodshot.

Dean suddenly stopped in his tracks. A huge smile gracing his lips.

“They can’t charge her for a crime she didn’t commit if she doesn’t show up to court.” Dean smirked.

“They can’t take away my love. I won’t let them take her away from me.” Dean growled.

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Detective Balor tapped his pen rapidly on the desk. Running his hand over his head. It’s one day left to your trail. Detective Balor was trying to find something he missed in the files.

Detective Balor scanned the evidence in frustration. Nothing added up to it being you. Other then your fingerprints being on the door, and in her house. There was still not enough evidence to pin it on you. Plus there were bloodstains on a piece of clothing they found in your apartment. That matched Alexa’s blood type. However, it wasn’t your clothing, it was your roommates Dean.

His eyebrows furrowing, as he looked through the statements. A name kept catching his attention. That name being Dean Ambrose. Your roommate. Finn opened his notepad. Writing Dean’s name down. Finn then jotted down the things that made Dean suspicious. One of them being jealousy, and the other one being that a piece of his clothing was covered in Alexa’s blood.

Detective Balor looked up, as he heard a shuffling sound, then a scoff. Detective Balor rolled his eyes, as he saw Detective Corbin standing by the office door.

“You still trying to look for clues to prove she is innocent?” Detective Corbin laughed. Making Detective Balor grip his pen tightly. His jaw clenching.

“That’s because she is innocent, Baron. Nothing proves she did it.” Detective Balor grumbled.

“Her co-worker’s statements do.” Detective Corbin replied.

Detective Balor rolled his eyes. Bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“So, what she had a small argument about her friend setting her up on too many dates. That is no reason to accuse her of killing her best friend.” Detective Balor grunted. Looking at detective Corbin with a disdained look.

“It is to me, especially when we found a piece of bloody clothes in her apartment.” Detective Corbin shot back.

Detective Balor let out a dark chuckle. Standing up abruptly. Giving him a death glare.

“They were her roommates. If anything you should be investigating him. He is as shady as they come. He was the one with the problem with Alexa. You are accusing an innocent person of a crime she didn’t commit.” Detective Balor snapped. Shooting daggers at Detective Corbin.

Detective Corbin let out a dark chuckle.

“I’m the lead investigator, and I say she is the killer. I know it.” Detective Corbin snapped.

“The evidence you have on her is insufficient. Your integrity will be questioned. But hey, by all means, believe the lies you tell yourself. I’m going to find out who really killed Alexa.” Detective Balor huffed out. Packing up the files he had on his desk, and putting them in an archive box. Before leaving the office.

“Have fun trying to prove, y/n’s innocence.” Detective Corbin called out…

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You stared numbly at the photo of Alexa and you. That was lit by the moonlight. Tears falling from your eyes. Curling into a ball. Sniffling as you continued to stare at the photo…

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Detective Balor let out a sigh, as he entered the warm cozy café. Making his way over to the booth, that was occupied by one person.

“I’m glad you came.” Detective Balor spoke. As he sat down in front of the person. Who happened to be Roman.

“Anything to help free, y/n.” Roman spoke. Taking a sip out of his cup of coffee.

Detective Balor took out his notepad and pen. Flipping his notepad open to a blank page.

“So, what can you tell me about, y/n’s roommate, Dean Ambrose?” Detective Balor asked. One eyebrow arched, as he looked at Roman.

Roman felt taken aback. But composed himself.

“I don’t know him personally but have met him a couple of times. I do know that y/n has gotten him out of a lot of trouble.” Roman replied.

“What kind of trouble?” Detective Balor asked. Looking up from the notepad.

“Well…I…” Roman started then stopped. Sucking in a deep breath before starting over again.

“He got involved with some heavy stuff. Drugs mostly he stole some drugs from the ambo van, and y/n covered for him.” Roman spoke.

“Would you say she covers for him all the time? Perhaps even if he committed a murder?” Detective Balor asked. Observing Roman’s behaviour.

Romans eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Doubt it, she has morals. She felt guilty for covering for him with those drugs he stole. Dean on the other hand, well, he would probably kill for her. He is overprotective of her. So, it wouldn’t surprise me if he killed someone for her or someone in general.” Roman replied.

“How so?” Detective Balor asked.

“I think he is in love with her.” Roman responded.

“You think?” Detective Balor questioned Roman. Giving him an unimpressed look. Roman sighed.

“I don’t know him personally...” Roman started to say, only for Detective Balor to cut him off.

“So, you say.” Detective Balor interrupted him.

“But, I do know the look of love. And he looks at her like she puts the stars in the sky.” Roman spoke again. Making Detective Balor hum. As he wrote in his notepad.

“Interesting.” Detective Balor hummed out. He got up suddenly. Grabbing his notepad, and pen.

“Thank you, Roman. It’s been a pleasure.” Detective Balor spoke. Giving Roman a friendly smile before spinning around, and walking out of the café…

His mind piecing things together. Detective Balor pulled out his mobile phone. Dialling the precinct.

“Hey, love, I want you to run a background check on Dean Ambrose, text me the details. Thanks, love.” Detective Balor ordered. Ending the call.

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It was the day of your trail. The day that sealed your fate. Dean hadn’t slept a wink in a week. When he did close his eyes, he snapped them open again. Dean was nervous that his plan would fail, and you would end up in jail for a crime he committed.

Dean quickly grabbed a gun he brought illegally. Stashing it in the waistband of his jeans. He then walked out of his room, and out of the apartment. Making his way down the stairs, and out of the apartment complex. Dean put his hoodie over his head. His hands in his pockets. Dean walked into a sketchy area of the town. Looking down at the footpath. He then entered a sketchy garage. Dean took the hood of his hoodie off.

“Hey.” Dean greeted a sketchy looking guy. The guy turned around smirking at Dean.

“Hey man.” The guy spoke. Holding his hand out. The both of them did a handshake. Before the guy pulled away and went over to a cover that covered a car. He pulled it off, revealing a mustang.

Dean’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“Thanks for this, man.” Dean spoke. Running his finger along the door panel. Admiring the car.

“No, problem, go get your girl.” The man spoke. Taking out the keys. Then tossing the keys at Dean. Dean quickly caught them.

“Make sure you don’t forget your part of the deal.” The man spoke. As Dean opened the driver’s door.

Dean smirked as he hopped in. His hand going into his hoodie pocket, grabbing two bags of drugs, and handing it over to the guy.

The guy smirked and took it from Dean.

“Thanks, man, a pleasure doing business with you. I’m going to miss you.” The guy spoke. Then walked away.

Dean put the keys in the ignition. Turning it on. Dean smirked as the engine revved to life. He then reversed out of the garage. Then drove away. Not aware of a car trailing behind him…

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Detective Balor clutched the files close to his chest, as he walked up the stairs to the precinct. Stopping mid-step as he heard his mobile ring. Detective Balor fished out his phone. Pulling it out, and accepting the call. He held it up to his ear.

“Hello.” Detective Balor answered.

“Yo, Balor, I got some intel on Ambrose. Saw him get a car illegally. Also, he handed bags of ice to the person who gave him the car.

“Interesting, thank you.” Detective Balor responded. Ending the call.

Detective Balor walked up the stairs, and towards the sergeant’s office. Detective Balor opened the door. Rolling his eyes, as he saw Detective Corbin. Detective Corbin turned around at the sound of the door creaking opened. Smirking at Detective Balor.

“Found another body. The body of Seth Rollins. Found at the dump. You still think y/n, is innocent.” Detective Corbin smirked. Detective Balor felt his stomach drop.

“I say she did it out of jealousy. Maybe, Seth and Alexa were hooking up behind her back, and she found out, and bam, she kills him the day after she kills Alexa.” Detective Corbin explained. Though Detective Balor’s eyebrows furrowed, as he looked at the autopsy done on Seth.

“Well… That makes no sense since she was at Alexa’s house at the time of his demise.” Detective Balor spoke. Still looking at the autopsy file on Seth Rollins.

“Yeah…Well… She could have done it.” Detective Corbin grunted. Detective Balor scoffed.

“Unless she ran to Alexa’s then no, it’s not possible. Oh, that’s right her car was in front of Alexa’s house. I think you are letting your tunnel vision get the better of you.” Detective Balor snapped.

“Whatever. I am the lead detective on this case.” Detective Corbin shot back.

“Baron, your dismissed. I need to talk to Finn.” The Sergeant ordered.

“But… Fine…” Detective Corbin huffed out. Walking out of the room. Slamming the door on his way out.

“You wanted to see me.” The Sergeant spoke.

“Yeah, I think you have the wrong person.” Detective Balor replied. Handing over a file he made about Dean Ambrose to the sergeant.

The sergeant was looking through the contents of the file. A scowl on his face.

“Hmm…” The sergeant hummed out.

“I think Dean did it.” Detective Balor accused.

“Possibly, but, y/n, is on trial for the murder of Alexa Bliss.” The sergeant spoke.

“Sergeant….” Detective Balor started to say, only to get cut off.

“I will look into it.” The sergeant cut him off. Making detective Balor scoff.

Detective Balor stood up abruptly.

“Look into it? You are putting an innocent woman on trail. Have you ever found the murder weapon yet? I bet you, you haven’t. All you have on her is her fingerprints at the scene of the crime, and Alexa’s blood on a hoodie, that happens to be her roommates. I’m not going to sit in that courtroom, and watch an innocent women go to trial for a crime she didn’t commit.” Detective Balor snapped.

“Finn…” The sergeant spoke, only to get cut off.

“If you won’t put the right person away I will.” Detective Balor growled out. Before spinning around. His hand gripping the doorknob tightly and yanking it open. Exiting the room. Bolting out of the precinct.

Detective Balor got into his SUV. Fishing the keys out of his pocket. He hastily put them into the ignition. Turning them, and starting the engine. He then put his foot on the accelerator. Speeding off. Driving through every red light.

He quickly dialled the guy who rang him before. The dial tone ringing through the speakers of the car.

“Hey, Balor. I’m glad you called.” The guy spoke.

“Where is he now?” Detective Balor asked. Pressing his foot down harder on the accelerator.

“Coming closer to the transport van.” The guy spoke. As detective Balor sped some more.

“Keep an eye on him.” Detective Balor ordered.

“Oh, no.” The guy muttered out.

“What?” Detective Balor asked. Hearing a loud crash on the other end.

“Shit.” The guy spoke. Before the phone call ended.

Detective Balor cursed underneath his breath. Driving as fast as he could. Pressing the precinct contact number.

“Hello.” A women’s voice answered.

“I need you to give me the coordinates of the van, y/n l/n is in. Also, send back up..” Detective Balor ordered. The women typed away on the keyboard. Then gave him an answer. He quickly hanged up. Speeding as fast as the car would go…

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Light entered the back of the van where you were in. You lifted your head. Squinting at a figure at the doorway of the back of the van.

“Y/n.” Dean spoke. Coming into the back of the van, and pulling you out.

“Dean.” You muttered. Dean looked at you with sad eyes.

“Your bleeding.” Dean spoke. Wrapping your arms around his shoulder. Dean looked at the cut on your forehead before looking forward.

“We have to help them.” You gasped out. Looking behind you. As Dean lead you away.

“No. I am getting you out of here.” Dean grumbled. Leading you over to a mustang.

“Dean, they are injured, and taking me away makes me look guilty, Dean.” You spoke.

“You are not guilty.” Dean snapped.

“Dean, me skipping town makes me look guilty. And also, you could get in trouble, Dean… Please…Don’t do this.” You begged. Dean turned around to face you. Looking at you with wild eyes.

“I have to, y/n. Because I did it.” Dean confessed. Making you give him a confused look.

“What?” You gasped out.

Before Dean could respond a voice cut him off.

“Stay right there. Hands up.” A male voice ordered.

Dean clenched his jaw. He turned around glaring at the guy. Withdrawing something from out of his waistband. Your eyes widen in fear, as you saw a gun in Dean’s hand. Dean quickly aimed the barrel of the gun at the guy, then pulled the trigger.

You let out a whimper. Dean lowered the gun. Turning to face you. Making you whimper.

“I killed Alexa, y/n.” Dean confessed.

“W-what…?” You gasped out. Gulping. Hoping you heard him wrong. You felt dread settle in your stomach. You felt like you were going to throw up.

“I killed her, because, she was trying to tear us apart. She never wanted us together. I love you, y/n, so much.” Dean spoke.

“You…killed…Alexa…” You stuttered out. Taking a step back. Looking at him with a mixture of shock and hatred. Tears fell from your eyes. Your heart sinking down to the pit of your stomach. Dread set in.

“Stay away from me.” You snapped. Taking a few more steps back.

“Y/n.” Dean cried out. Tears filling his eyes

“I can never forgive you, Dean.” You hissed out. As tears blurred your vision. You’re heartbreaking.

“Please, she was trying to keep us from being together. I love you…” Dean cried out. Making you shake your head from side to side rapidly.

“If you loved me, then you wouldn’t have killed my best friend. You would have been a man, and told me face to face that you love me, instead of killing my best friend.” You snapped out. Giving him a cold look.

“Y/n, you don’t understand…” Dean started to say only to get cut off.

“Oh, I understand fully, you are insane. I don’t even know who you are anymore. I can’t even look at you. You know I should have let you die that night when you came to me on the brink of death after you got yourself into some shady mess.” You hissed out.

Dean opened his mouth but was cut off by the sound of tyres screeching, and a door opening. Dean turned around to see an officer. Gun raised in front of him aiming it at Dean.

“Put down the weapon, Ambrose. It’s over. I know you murdered Alexa Bliss, as well as Seth Rollins.” Detective Balor shouted. Still pointing his gun at Dean. Eyes trailing towards you. To see if you were okay. Then back at Dean.

Both Dean and Detective Balor were having a stare-down. While you tried to process what detective Balor said about Seth. He’s dead too…

“No. It is not over. Not until I am with her.” Dean shouted.

Detective Balor clenched his jaw. His finger hovering over the trigger.

“Your times up, Dean.” Detective Balor shouted.

“No.” Dean shouted. His hand going behind him. He quickly grabbed a hold of your bicep. Pulling you in front of him. His arm wrapped around your neck. Pulling you close to him. You have been in this situation before. You know that it was so the cop didn’t shot them in the chest. You were a human shield.

You felt your heart thump faster. It felt like your heart was in your throat. Tears stinging your eyes. You gave detective Balor a pleading look.

“I’m not going anywhere.” Dean growled out. Through clenched teeth.

“Oh, but you are.” Detective Balor spoke. Gun still trained on Dean.

“No… after every threat I eliminated, just for her to be with me. To notice me. No… you’re going to have to shot us both. Because I’m not going to rot in jail if I can’t have her.” Dean shouted. His grip tightening around you.

Detective Balor glared at Dean. Lowering his gun down. Letting out a sigh.

“Then I guess that leaves me no other choice.” Detective Balor sighed.

Dean loosened his grip on you. Though he still held you in front of him. Detective Balor quickly raised his gun. Not thinking twice about pulling the trigger. He felt bad for aiming it at you. But it was the only option he had to get Dean to let go of you. The bullet lodged in your shoulder. Making your heart feel like it was in your throat. You looked at your shoulder in shock. Deans arm loosened, as you dropped to the ground.

Dean turned his attention to detective Balor. Glaring at him. But detective Balor didn’t think twice about pulling the trigger. The bullet going into his chest. Detective Balor shot again, shooting Dean in the shoulder. Dean fell to the ground in shock and pain.

Detective Balor put his gun in his thigh holster. Taking off his shirt. Leaving him in a tank top. Detective Balor pressed his shirt hard against your wound. Then called for two ambulances. Before focusing back on you.

“Hold on, y/n. It’s over. You are going to be okay.” Detective Balor spoke. As your eyes were wide with shock. Gasping for air.

You looked over to the side to see Dean clutching his chest. You then looked back at detective Balor.

“You should have aimed for his head.” You gasped out. Coughing as you talked. Detective Balor let out a tiny chuckle. Your eyes fluttering closed. Breathing slowing down.

“Hey, y/n. Stay with me okay.” Detective Balor panicked.

“Thank you….” You wheezed out. Slipping into the darkness.

Detective Balor panicked. Trying to coax you awake. Dean looked over to see you laying limp on the ground. Dread washing over him. He tried to push himself up but failed. Dean stared at you with pain-filled eyes…

About ten minutes later two ambulances and backup arrived. They helped you before they helped Dean. Detective Balor followed Dean into the back of the ambulance. Giving him the Miranda warning. But all Dean could ask was “How as y/n?”, “Is she okay?”. Detective Balor gripped his shoulder harshly.

“You did this to her.” Detective Balor sneered. Tightening his grip on the wound. Before letting go. Leaving Dean in more pain, and mumbling how sorry he was. But detective Balor didn’t listen…

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Your eyes slowly fluttered open. Only to be blinded by a bright light. You quickly shut them. Letting out a groan. The sound of machines beeping made your eyes snap open.

You tried to sit up. Only for a hand to push you down. You looked at the hand on your shoulder. Your eyes trailing up the persons arm to see their face. You let out a sigh of relief when you saw Roman. Staring at you.

“How long have I been out?” You asked. Your voice was hoarse.

“How are you feeling?” Roman asked. Ignoring your question, by asking another question. Roman grabbed a jug of water on the side table. Pouring it into the cup. Then handing it to you.

You took a sip of water, before answering.

“Fine.” You answered him.

“Dean’s locked up.” Roman spoke. Making your jaw clench.

“Good. I hope he never gets out.” You growled. Jaw clenching as you speak.

“Y/n…” Roman sighed.

“He killed my best friend, Ro, all because he couldn’t tell me he loves me more than a friend. Not to mention he killed one of my dates. I can never forgive him, Roman.” You growled. Tears forming in your eyes.

“I understand. Least your off the hook now. You can come back to work, and save lives.” Roman spoke softly. Taking your hand. You smiled at Roman softly.

“Yeah, it’s going to take time, before I’m okay.” You mumbled.

“But you are going to be okay.” Roman spoke. Squeezing your hand. Giving you a reassuring smile.

“You’re a great friend, Ro. Thank you.” You spoke. Giving him a soft smile…

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Dean laid on his back, on the uncomfortable chaise lounge.

“I can’t stop thinking about her.” Dean confessed. Making the therapist look up from the notepad.

“Mr Ambrose, we have talked about this. It is time to move on from her. And start focusing on your self. Focus on rehabilitation.” The therapist spoke. Making Dean clench his jaw.

“She will be mine.” Dean declared. Sitting up.

“Dean..” The therapist spoke. Then suddenly stopped, as Dean’s hands closed around their neck.

“She will be mine.” He growled out. Choking them to death.

Once they fell limp, Dean let go. Dusting himself off, and walking out of the room. He was going to escape this place, and get you one way or another if it was the last thing he did….

#dean ambrose #dean ambrose x reader #dean ambrose imagine #wwe x reader #wwe #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #seth rollins #seth rollins x reader #seth rollins imagine #wwe angst #dean ambrose angst

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issdisgrace · 8 months

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Having unholy thoughts, very unholy thoughts.

#aew #jon moxley #jon moxley x male reader #jon moxley x reader #wwe #dean ambrose #dean ambrose x male reader #dean ambrose x reader

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dirtywrestling · 4 years

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Seth Rollins x Female!Reader x Roman Reigns

Requested By: Anon

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Female!Reader x Dean Ambrose if you squint, Roman and Seth beating up Dean

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It was a busy week for you, interviews, meet and greets and traveling from one place to another was very tiring. But that was all apart of the job. What you didn’t sign up for was the constant flirting from Roman and Seth. The two men always had something to say towards you. Whether you looked like a 10 or a -10. Roman loved it when you didn’t wear makeup and you were feeling down to Earth where Seth loved seeing you all dolled up. He’d say ‘You dress up just for me?’ or ‘I can’t wait to take it off later tonight.’

Harmless words but they always seem to make your face redder than a tomato. You always brushed off their comments about how you look or the sexual looks they gave you.

Leaning up against a crate, you held your phone in your hand scrolling through social media and even text back a few old friends from high school. You were terrible with replies but you didn’t mean to be. With a busy schedule it wasn’t easy being on top of things especially replies. “New gear?” You heard a male voice, looking up you were surprised that it was Dean talking to you. Dean usually never spoke to anyone and if they did it was short.

Looking down at the wrestling gear you were wearing your breasts were pushed up exposed. Looking back at Dean you nodded. “Yeah, I just got it today.” You smiled.

“My two favorite colors and it looks great on you.” He hummed, taking a step closer to you. He leaned against the crate, Dean was taller than you as he looked down you could tell he wasn’t looking at your eyes. His blue eyes trailed down your facial features to your breasts. “Makes you look great.” He licked his lips.

Blushing, you looked away. Did Seth or Roman put Dean up to this? “Thank’s Dean.” You swallowed, looking up at him. “I like your gear too.” You giggled, he never changed his gear. He wore a tank top and jeans out to the ring. Dean chuckled, knowing that you were teasing.

Feeling large arms wrap around your waist the person pulled you away as someone grabbed Dean by the shoulder, turning him around and meeting their fist against Dean’s face. “I told you to stay away from her.” Seth snarled.

Your eyes widen as Roman quickly pulled you away from the scene. “Don’t look, don’t look.” Roman whispered, forcing you to walk with him down the hallway. “You know how Seth is when he tries to flirt with you sweetheart.” Roman reminded you as you both turned the corner. You could still hear the commotion as the grunts and yelling echoed off the hallway.

That night you watched as Dean exit out of the arena wearing sunglasses, knowing he was hiding the black eye Seth gave him. “You.” Whipping your head around you saw a very upset Seth Rollins. “You’re going to get punished tonight, you’re mine and Romans. No body else’s.”

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ao3feed-snape · 4 years

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Fandom One-Shots and Imagines

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3iAsehi

by leztrangem

Hello, everyone! This is my first work ever to be posted on here. This is a collection of one-shots from many different fandoms reposted from my Wattpad. Most of these are pretty much SFW but I'm marking it as mature just in case due to certain themes and the possibility of things getting more explicit in the future. That's because Wattpad is so strict about what type of content can be posted. This is honestly just a way for me to get used to posting on here because I'm fairly new. Fair warning, a lot of these were written when I was in like...middle school.

More tags and characters will be added to tags soon!

Words: 1012, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3iAsehi

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Severus Snape #Snape #Professor Snape #SS

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bonniebird · 2 years

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This is a list of current requests I have pending:

This list will be updated as / when fics are queued.

Requests are currently closed

Requesting information here

Prompts:

1. “Are you wearing my (Hoodie)?”

Allison Argent x Male!Reader

- Requested by: @ab1nsur

- Notes: Smut

2 . “Hey! My best friend is in Slytherin.”

Hermione Granger x Male!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

3 . "I think I’m starting to bring out the rebel in you."

Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

4. "I trust he has heard of your sizable dowry."

Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

5. "I won't disturb you. I just need to spy on them out of your window."

Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

6. "If anyone asks where I am, I've left the country!"

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

7. "It is only the queen's eye that matters today."

Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: queen alicent with a serving lady

8. "I’ve never been an inspiration before… I don’t like this much responsibility."

Daemon Targaryen x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

9."Lord (Character) has directed me to take her in for charity."

Alicent Hightower x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

10. "Why settle for a Duke when you can have a Prince?"

Daemon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

11. "Would I rather be feared or loved? Umm… easy, both. I want people to be afraid of how much they love me."

Aegon Targaryen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: Aegon says prompt after reader asks him because she is trying to prove Aemond wrong

12. “You're a vampire! I knew it!”

Kol Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: @thatweirdoleigh

- Notes:

13. “ What will this alliance cost me?”

Lucien Castle x Witch!Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: Frenimes to lovers

14. “Can I tell you a secret?”

Isaac Lahey x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

15. “ I'm a night owl.”

Lydia Martin x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

16. “I'm looking for a roommate.”

Bonnie Bennett x Male!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

17. “Every night. The same dream.”

Malia Tate x Male!Druid!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

18. "Can…Can I help you? Why are you staring at me?"

Emmett Cullen x Female Human!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

19. "Fine. Make me your villian"

Madison Montgomery x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

20. "I will always protect you"

Speedy x Villian!reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: Reader became a lackey for Damian Darkh. In the middle of a big fight Reader risks the mission and thier life to save Speedy.

x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes:

Full Requests:

1. John agrees to help Dean find you after you’re taken by vampires during a hunt

Dean Winchester x Reader

- Requested by: @ellobruv

- Notes:

2. Lucifer and Mazikeen work together to set you up with Chloe Decker

Chloe Decker x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

3. Finally meeting your penpal Ambrose after you house arrest is up (Part 3)

Ambrose Spellman x Fem!Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes:

4 . You and Bill work together to keep each other safe in the Hogwarts battle

Bill Weasley x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: Kingsley‘s niece

5 . Hotch begins to panic when you’re late for work

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

6 . Aemond finds himself in competition for his crushes attention when his cousin from Essos arrives at Kingslanding

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: Jodie Cormer and Viserys dany's brother for the face claims

7. Alicent Hightower arranges for you, the daughter of Rhaenyra’s closest ally to wed Aemond Targaryen

Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: Jodie Comer for face claim

8. Confessing your feelings to your childhood friend

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

9. Lydia Branwell realises she’s fallen for her betrothed’s sister.

Lydia Branwell x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

10. The Mikaelsons discover your secret relationship with Freya Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson x Salvatore sister! Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

11. Being reunited with Rebekah after you were turned into a vampire and separated for a thousand years

Rebekah Mikaelson x fem!reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: (Childhood friends)

12. Your younger brother, Lance Sweets, discovers your relationship with Cam and accidently tells everyone.

Camille Saroyan x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

13. Your childhood friend, Derek, investigates you when he starts to become suspicious about your secretive behaviour after you join the BAU and start spending time with Emily Prentiss

Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

14. Confessing to your childhood best friend that you’ve fallen in love with him.

Tyler Lockwood x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

15.

Rhaenyra Targaryen x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: smut, fight make up sex

16. Scott and Stiles get sick of watching Derek pine over you

Derek x Stilinski!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

17. When you struggle with the dark side Rey helps pull you back from it.

Rey Skywalker x GN!Sibling Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

18. Oswald becomes fascinated by your kindness

Oswald Cobblepot x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

19. Finding out that Alex was called after you were attacked by a patient because he’s still your emergency contact.

Alex Karev x Fem! Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes: Based on the episode where Mer gets attacked by a patient but it’s the reader instead and maybe not as severe. Maybe change it to where Alex wasn’t at work and they called him because he was her emergency contact?

20. Your adoptive father Falcone sends your secret lover, Victor Zsasz, after you when you’re framed by one of his enemies

Victor Zsasz x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

21. Befirending Billy Hargrove after he stands up for you

Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes: she is kind of seen as 'strange' cuz she dresses exclusively vintage 1940s/50s. So sometimes she gets made fun of/harassed for dressing in 'hand me downs' being a 'grandma' and just stupid insults.

22. Laurel takes care of you after you’re injured

Laurel Lance x Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

23. Your sister, Kate Bishops, worries about you when you seriously injure yourself defending her during a mission

Kate x Sibling!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

24. Revealing the crush you have on Victor Zsasz when Oswald doses you with truth serum

Victor Zsasz x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

25. Team flash are horrified when you reveal just how involved you are with Hunter Zoloman

Hunter Zoloman x Fem!Reader

- Requested by: Anon

- Notes:

. Trying to save Milton from being a ripper

Milton Greasley x Hybrid!Reader

- Requested by: @darkangel70

- Notes:

x Reader

- Requested by:

- Notes:

#bonniebird #pending list

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handsupinthebalorclub · 6 years

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Anagapesis (chapter 3)

pairing: the shield x reader

word count: 3,034

summary: Anagapesis (n.) no longer feeling any affection for something or someone you once loved. After three years, you’re officially the manager of the Shield once again. But, things aren’t quite the same as they used to be.

warnings: cursing, mentions of betrayal, violence and trust issues

a/n: I have a question for you guys. Do you like the idea of having romantic subplots or should this story be strictly platonic?

playlist: x

chapter one / chapter two / chapter three / chapter four

Normally, when the announcer team wanted a WWE talent to be on commentary for the night, an email would be sent to them or their manager weeks prior. Yet, for some reason, a last minute request was found in your inbox Sunday afternoon. The Shield had a match against The Bar scheduled, so you assumed commentary wanted to take Roman out of the match to add more fire to the pre-existing feud Seth and Dean had with The Bar. But, to your surprise, the email was a commentary call for you during their match. You had been on commentary a number of times before, but it was always accompanying one of your clients. You were weary about being called up alone, but after you had thought about it for a few hours, it made sense you would be getting some attention with your admission back into the group.

You stepped out from behind of the black curtains and begun the descent down the ramp. The Shield’s music blasted throughout the arena, which caused fans to gawk at the three men who traveled through the crowd. You crossed paths with them briefly once they had jumped over the barriers. You had already gave them a pep talk earlier but gave them a smile of encouragement nonetheless. Before you had stepped out of reach, Roman placed a hand on your shoulder and nodded as if saying ‘good luck’.

Thankfully, Roman wasn’t mad at you for falling asleep at Finn’s hotel room. By the time he had returned from his search, you had gotten out of the shower and had a huge monologue ready that asked for his forgiveness. The concept of losing one of the only positive influences you had at the moment frightened you to no end. But Roman was very understanding and simply wrapped you up in his arms upon first sight. When you explained what had happened, he only smiled and asked for you to be more careful next time.

“Welcome, y/n.” Michael Cole greeted as you sat down in the designated chair. You took the extra microphone that was being offered to you by Coachman, but kept your eyes on the guys as they met The Bar in the center of the ring. “Thank you for joining us.” You took your gaze off of the match and looked towards the announcer team.

You didn’t know Corey Graves, Jonathan Coachman, or Michael Cole that well. You knew Corey was close with Seth and Roman, and he was on decent terms with Dean, but you never quite befriended him yourself. Michael Cole was someone you had spoke to during events, but it was always small talk until either of you had to leave. Coachman was new to the commentary team, but you had heard a lot about him from his previous positions in the industry.

“Thank you for having me,” You said as the bell rang, symbolising the beginning of the match.

Dean was the first person to make a move. He threw himself towards Sheamus, but the Irishman was quick to counter the charge. Sheamus hooked his arm underneath of Dean’s underarm and pulled him into a backbreaker. Michael Cole made a comment about the move, which led into a whole conversation between him and Corey. This went on for quite a while until Michael Cole completely dismissed his co-worker’s banter and decided to pull you into the conversation.

“Y/n, are you happy to be working with the Shield again?” Before you could respond, Coachman decided to pipe up.

“According to Dolph Ziggler, she isn’t.”

You leaned back into the black leather conference chair with an irritated facial expression. Technically, you no longer represented Dolph nor the Smackdown brand, so you could outwardly detest his words.

“Actually,” You spoke up. “What Dolph said was false.” This statement earned various curious looks from the three men. “I never confined in him about working with The Shield again. He didn’t even know I was leaving until I had already departed for RAW. We weren’t friends like he painted us to be.”

“Why do you think Dolph lied?” Corey asked. You shrugged lightly and allowed your eyes to fall upon Dean tagging Seth into the match.

“To make himself look like the good guy, I guess. Maybe even give the locker room a reason to doubt my loyalty to the Shield? I never did understand that man’s thought process. I suppose they don’t call him The Show Off for nothing, though.”

“So you’re saying you feel completely comfortable working with the Shield again?”

You hesitated to answer Michael’s question at first, but collected yourself after a few seconds passed.

“My relationship with the members of the Shield is a work in progress. Things aren’t quite the same as they used to be, and I feel very sad about that, but there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to ensure The Shield continues to thrive.”

This must have been a good enough answer for the three color commentators, because they began to speak about the way Seth was climbing onto the ropes to perform a high flying move. Seth managed to successfully land the frog splash on Sheamus and pull him into the pin, but the orange haired man kicked out. While Seth caught his breath, Sheamus pulled his body over to the corner of the ring and tagged in Cesaro. Cesaro went over to the recovering male and grabbed the back of his pants. He forced Seth up to his feet and uppercut him.

“Y/n,” Coachman began. “It’s been awhile since you’ve seen Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose, and Roman Reigns in action besides the match last week, right?”

“Yes, that’s correct. Over the last couple of years I’ve seen them in some matches when they went up against one of my clients. But, I haven’t had the chance to actually sit down and analyze their moves until now.” This was somewhat of a lie since you had watched numerous amounts of YouTube videos to see when the reunion was beginning to form, but you didn’t want to tell them that.

“Who do you think has improved the most and the least since the old days?”

You thoughtfully watched as Seth recoiled from one of Cesaro’s attacks and did a high kick to his opponents jaw.

“I think in a way, they’ve all improved a lot. When The Shield formed they all had a strong foundation, and it’s become really apparent to me since I’ve re-joined the group that their styles have grown. Honestly, sitting here right now, I’m fairly impressed with Rollins.”

“Really?” Corey’s eyebrows arched upwards. His eyes shifted over to you to make eye contact before he looked back at the match.

“His moves look a lot cleaner than what I’m used to. He’s always been the one to calculate and plan but it seems as if puts a lot more thought in between moves. He also seems to be having a lot more…” You paused as you tried to find the correct word. “fun? During matches.”

“Is that last part necessarily a good thing?” Michael remarked, but Corey quickly followed up with another question.

“And the person who has improved the least?”

“Like I’ve stated before, they’ve all improved throughout the years. But, I’d have to say that title goes to Dean. Dean is so unpredictable when he’s fighting and he doesn’t have a set style-so it’s hard to gauge exactly if he meant to do something or if he’s just rolling with the punches.”

Back in the ring, Seth had Cesaro in a chokehold. He was slowly inching his way over to the corner where Roman and Dean stood, despite Cesaro’s efforts. Eventually, Seth’s hand made contact with Roman’s outstretched one and Roman entered the fight. Seth handed Cesaro over to Roman before climbing over the ropes. Roman pulled Cesaro above him and performed a Samoan drop. When Cesaro’s back collided against the canvas, Roman threw his body overtop of the other man and pinned him. The ref counted to three and claimed the Shield as the victors of the match.

“Thank you again for having me,” You placed down the microphone and stood up from the leather seat, slightly stretching as you did so. You gave the three announcers a kind smile before walking towards the ring to join Dean, Seth and Roman.

* * *

The bustling sounds of catering filled your ears as you sat alone at one of the circular white tables. A plate of various fruits sat in front of you, which you had been picking at since you had arrived a half hour ago. Dean, Seth, and Roman had disappeared into the locker room after you guys had arrived at the arena, and you doubted you would see them any time soon since you weren’t scheduled to accompany Roman in his match against Triple H for another twenty minutes.

“Hey, y/n.”

Or, maybe not. You looked to your left to see Seth approaching in his Shield attire, although his vest was nowhere to be seen. You couldn't quite blame him for waiting for the last minute before putting it on. The vest concept never did seem very comfortable to you. That’s why you had opted for a leather jacket overtop of a black tank top when your “ring gear” was being decided.

“Hi,” A smile came onto your face as Seth stopped so he was standing right next to your table. “What’s up?”

“Nothing much. Just looking for a way to kill time before we have to go out.” He shrugged as he picked up a blueberry from the plate in front of you and popped it into his mouth. “Wanna take a walk around the arena with me?”

“Sure, beats sitting here.” The sound of the metal chair you were sitting in scraping against the concrete floor stopped Seth from stealing another piece of fruit, this time a grape, from your plate. You gestured towards the plate, a laugh escaping your throat as you did so. “Do you want the rest?”

“No, I’m good. Let me just take the grape before you throw it out, though.”

You picked up the plate and held it in front of Seth, who took his grape happily. As the two of you headed out of catering, you threw the plate out and exited into the hallway. You and Seth made your way through the labyrinth of corridors, talking about whatever came to mind.

“How do you think Roman’s going to do against Triple H?” You asked.

“Roman’s totally going to kick that old man’s ass. Why wouldn’t he?”

Your silence spoke volumes, causing Seth to pause in his tracks. You did the same and looked towards him with pursed lips. He looked tense for a second, but with a shake of his shoulders, the tension seemed to slip from his body.

“You’re going into your ‘worried manager’ mode, aren’t you?”

“No,” You were quick to defend yourself, but the deadpanned look on Seth’s face made you sigh. “Okay, yes. I am. Can you blame me, though? Yeah, we had a good run a Payback. No significant injuries and a win at a pay per view. Hell, it’s a manager’s wet dream. It was simultaneously one of the proudest and scariest moments in my career. But, Hunter’s going to be absolutely pissed about it. Especially after Batista quit-”

“Y/n, take a deep breath.” Seth took a step forward and placed his hands onto your shoulders firmly to stop your rambling. “Roman’s going to be fine. Dean and I are going to be fine, too. Whatever Triple H throws at us, we’re gonna hit him back with ten times the force.” Seth’s brown eyes looked deeply into yours before he pulled you into a hug. You melted into the warm embrace, the feeling of his toned arms wrapped around you made you feel safe-a feeling that you didn’t feel often in your line of work.

One moment, your arms are wrapped around Seth’s torso and the next, you’re staring at a black door. It took you a few seconds to process what exactly had just happened, but when you came to the realization that Seth had just pushed you into a custodian closet, you huffed.

“Ha, ha. Very funny Seth. Prank your stressed out manager. Gosh, you’re such a dick.” It wasn’t unusual for the members of the Shield to prank each other in over the top ways. You placed your hand onto the doorknob of the closet to open it, but the door stayed shut. “Really? You locked it? We don’t have time for this, Seth. We need to get back to the main part of the arena. C’mon.”

An eerie silence followed your words and a sinking feeling entered your stomach.

“Seth?” Again, nothing. “This isn’t funny!” You wrapped your hands around the doorknob and desperately attempted to free yourself, but it wouldn’t budge. Panic seeped into your brain and your breath quickened. The concept that Seth was no longer standing in the hallway hit you like a ton of bricks. Your eyes widened as you patted your pockets to find your phone, only to remember you had left it in your duffel bag.

Time seemed to slow down to a crawl, making a mere ten minutes seem like hours. You banged your fists against the door rapidly in hopes that someone would hear you.

“Help! Please, someone!”

Four more minutes passed before you slid down onto the floor with tear stained cheeks. You screamed until your voice morphed into sobbed pleas. Your fists were pulsating but you still struck the door, although the rhythm was less frantic.

Your mind buzzed in your skull. It created so much noise that you almost didn’t hear the steady footsteps coming from the hallway. A rush of adrenaline entered your body, causing you to jump up to your feet and bang upon the door again.

“Please! Let me out!”

The footsteps paused and you watched in awe as the doorknob turned slightly. As the door swung open, it revealed a very concerned stagehand.

“Miss l/n? Are you okay? What happened?” She immediately took a step back and allowed you to exit the closet.

“Where’s Seth Rollins?” You breathed out, ignoring her questions. You only had one goal right now and that was to find Seth.

Her face twisted into a look of confusion, as if she was attempting to piece the puzzle together herself.

“He’s in the ring with Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns. Shouldn’t you be there as well?”

Your eyes widened and your heartbeat quickened. “I-I have to go.” You quickly dashed in the direction that you and Seth had came. Wrestlers and crew alike gave you muddled glances as you entered the gorilla for a few different reasons, but the two most common was that fact that you should have been with your clients and your frazzled appearance.

The sound of muffled grunts and metal bouncing repeatedly off of something made you gaze at a nearby monitor. You were already riddled with different emotions, but nothing could compare to what you saw on that screen. Seth. Beating Dean over and over again with a metal chair and Roman laying only a few feet away, face down with his hands wrapped around himself. Triple H and Randy Orton stood at the bottom of the ramp, triumphant smiles plastered across their faces.

“N-no…” Fresh tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you ran over to the black curtain that parted the WWE Universe from the gorilla. You pushed open the split fabric and stepped out onto the ramp, the situation you saw on the monitor coming to live in front of you. You had to felt the urge to look away as you barreled down the ramp. You don’t know what you exactly going to do once you got to Seth but it probably wasn’t going to be pretty.

You made it to the edge of the ramp, but before you could throw yourself into the ring to stop Seth, Randy pulled you into his arms. You tried your best to thrash around, but his grip didn’t loosen up in the slightest.

“Welcome to the party, y/n.” The tone of Hunter’s voice made your skin crawl.

The metal chair bounced off of Dean’s body once more but this time, Seth allowed the object to clash onto the floor of the ring. His head slowly looked upwards to look at the crowd as if saying ‘I did that’ before his eyes snapped over to where you, Hunter, and Randy stood. You saw a flicker of something in his eyes when he saw you behind held back by Randy, but you couldn’t tell if it was surprise or amusement.

Seth’s eyes scanned over his former brothers before he picked up the chair and made his way out of the ring and in your direction. You tried to stare him down, but he refused to make eye contact with you as he looked towards Hunter. His gaze then switched to Randy, who allowed his grip to loosen for just enough time for Hunter to grab your left shoulder firmly. Seth outstretched the arm and offered the managaled chair to Randy, who happily grabbed the weapon and climbed back into the ring. Hunter wrapped his other arm around the shoulder of Seth proudly.

You opened your mouth to snap at the two men, but the image of Randy slamming the chair right into Roman’s spine made you flinch. Your vision blurred from the tears that rushed down your face, but you could still see Randy take the vest and shirt off of Roman and the bruises that followed.

This was the point in which you tried to run over to the ring, but Seth wrapped his arms around your chest once you pulled free from Hunter. The fact that you felt safe in his arms practically a half hour before but now felt completely terrified churned your insides.

“Let go of me, you fuck!” You growled, but Seth chose to stay quiet. Hunter walked over to the apron of the ring and climbed onto it so he could get a better view of what was happening. Even with you in his arms, Seth managed to position himself next to Hunter. You watched in both horror and anger as Randy continued to beat down your brothers.

Moments passed before Randy took a step back from pummeling Roman, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Hunter turned to Seth before he nodded towards the injured Dean and Roman.

“Let her go,” He commanded to Seth. As soon as Seth’s arms dropped to his sides, you lurched forward and propelled yourself between the ropes. You dropped to your knees next to Dean and Roman, your tears now falling freely as you weeped in between them. The crowd formulated a chant for the man who had done this to your bothers. ‘You sold out!’ repeated throughout the stands.

Dean noticed your hunched figure above him and maneuvered his body so his head rested in your lap. You ran your hands through his tangled brown hair.

“I’m okay, kiddo.” Dean cracked a smile despite the pain that shot through his body. You felt movement behind but you didn’t bother to look up until Hunter had wrapped his arms around both Randy and Seth.

“That’s Evolution…” Hunter sneered down at you before looking back up at the camera. “I win.”

“Y/n!”

You sprang upwards and looked around at your surroundings, bringing you back to reality. Eventually, your eyes landed on Dean. He was sitting on side of your bed, and even in the dark of the hotel room you could tell his face showed concern.

“I’m guessing you were having a nightmare or something? You were screaming so loud I thought someone was going to call the front desk and tell them someone’s committing a murder.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but the lump that had formed in your throat forbade them from escaping. Tears began to stream down your cheeks and land onto the white bedsheets, one after another in rapid succession. Your chest began to grow tight and your brain was foggy. Everything, all of the stress and the frustration, that had been building up in your life had finally rushed forward.

“H-hey..” He inched closer to your now heavily crying form and placed a hand onto your back in a comforting matter. When he did, you quickly latched onto his shirt and began crying into his chest. Dean’s body tensed from the sudden action, but his muscles slowly relaxed and he started rubbing circles into your back. “Shhh, you’re okay sweetheart. Everything’s okay.”

After awhile, your breathing had steadied and Dean looked down to see that the exhaustion from your breakdown had put you back to sleep. He shifted slightly and pulled your sleeping form away from his body. A light smile found its way onto his face as he went over to his own bed.

* * *

Neither you nor Dean spoke a word to each other the next day until Dean broke the uncomfortable silence. One hand was dug into the pocket of his jeans while the other fiddled with the keys of the rental car.

“Hey, I’m about to head out to grab some lunch. Want to come?”

You nodded, although you were taken back from his offer. In all honesty, you had been under the impression that the event from last night had left him with even more of a reason to dislike you, but this action proved you wrong.

“Yeah, sure.” You closed your laptop and stood up. Dean made his way towards the door but paused when he noticed that you were rummaging through the backpack that rested upon your bed.

“What are you looking for?” He asked as he leaned back onto the wall.

“My wallet.” You answered simply as you sorted through the various items in the bag.

One of Dean’s eyebrows cocked upwards.

“I’ll pay.”

You casted him a shocked look, but decided not to question his change in character since it involved free food.

“Thank you, Dean.”

“No problem.”

With that situation solved, the two of you exited the hotel room and went down into the lobby parking lot. You climbed into the passenger seat of the rental vehicle and Dean got into the driver’s seat. The car came to life with a hum and in the span of minutes, the two of you were driving down the street on your way to eat.

When Dean pulled up to the restaurant, a large grin stretched across your face. You couldn’t help but smile at the quaintness of the small diner in front of you. A neon sign sat on the roof, accompanied by a large red arrow that pointed to the double doored entrance. The parking lot was almost empty despite a cluster of cars in the left hand corner of the blacktop.

“Thought you’d like it. You always were a weirdo when it came to diners.” He smirked when he saw your reaction.

“I would take offense to that, but you’re kind of true.” You chuckled as you unclipped your seatbelt.

Everyone who travels has a quirk. Some people collect postcards, others enjoy seeing gigantic items in which the owners claim they’re the largest in the world, and most by merchandise to commemorate where they have been. But you? You enjoyed visiting diners.

You knew it was strange and every travel partner you have had since joining WWE have pointed out that fact as well, but you always found them fascinating. No matter what state or country you were in, every diner had a similar feel to it. Over the years, you had grown a certain distaste for change. It felt comforting to you that no matter what, you could walk into a diner and feel some familiarity.

When you entered the diner, you were greeted by an elderly hostess.

“Table for two?”

“Yes, please.” You smiled back at the lady. She nodded and grabbed two menus. The lady guided you and Dean through the restaurant and over to a booth that was nestled away from the doorway. She laid down the two menus and shot one more friendly smile before walking off.

“So,” you tapped your fingers against the white top of the table. You were obviously very confused in Dean’s sudden change of heart.

Dean must have noticed where this conversation was going because a sigh exited his mouth.

“Look, last night made me realize a lot of things.”

“Like?”

“I still care about you, no matter how hard I try not to. I could have woken you up, told you to pipe down and then go back to sleep. But, I couldn’t.” Dean paused as he tried to think of what else he wanted to say. “Last week when you didn’t come back to the hotel room, I kept calling you a bitch in my mind but I couldn’t stop myself from worrying so fucking much. I miss being that big brother figure to you.”

“I appreciate you telling me this and you were completely right in what you said last week.” You tried to ignore the shocked expression Dean horribly hid. “My work life and personal life are completely separate. I should have found time to talk to you and Roman. I truly apologize.”

“Hm. Apology accepted, kid. But don’t think you’re off the hook because I’m still mad. If you buy me a few beers next pub crawl, I’ll think about forgiving you a little bit more.” A faint smile came onto his lips. “Plus, you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to but what was all that about last night?”

“Can I put a pin in that question? We can talk about it later, I just don’t really want to talk about it now.” You admitted with a frown.

“Yeah, sure.” Dean said just as the waiter arrived.

You could tell it would take awhile to rekindle your friendship but Dean, but there was potential for things to go back to how they used to be.

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ao3feed-ambreigns · 5 years

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Hot Soup. Hotter Waiter.

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2u3Wn1k

by WAKEMEUPwakemeupinsideCANTWAKEUPwakemeup

"You could pour soup in my lap and I'd probably apologize to you."

Starts off with a soup debacle ends in a strange found family. You meet Fergal at a restaurant he is working at in probably the worst way possible but it leads to the best outcome.

Words: 7353, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: WWE

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Finn Balor, OC/reader - Character, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins, OC - Character, Dean Ambrose

Relationships: Finn Balor/Male Reader, Finn Balor/OC, Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley/Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins/OC

Additional Tags: reads like an x reader but is lowkey my wwe oc, cyrus is my friends oc, trans OC, characters go by real name, fergal, John - Freeform, Joe - Freeform, colby - Freeform, the reader is trans and a man if you dont want that you dont have to be here

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2u3Wn1k

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panic-angel3314 · 6 years

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Once, Twice, Three Times Blessed- The Shield x Reader- Part One/?

Parings: Alpha!Roman x Alpha!Dean x Eventual Alpha!Seth x Eventual Omega!Luna(OC)

A/N: So the idea that sparked this was literally me wanting to cuddle the fuck out of each of these men and just I am greedy and fuck and just want all of them to my self lol, my wrestling babes no I would definitely share :p As always thank ou to my eternal inspirations: @theworldiscolorful , @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury , @inxcogitationibus , @monsteramongmen-tamer , @empress-with-the-crown and many more I love you all so very much <3

A/N 2: Also when I was dreaming up the idea of Luna, I couldn’t help but picture Kida from the cartoon Atlantis. To me, she is the embodiment of a strong powerful moon goddess so yea, I hope yall don't mind :)

Warnings: m/m, m/f, ABO Dynamics and all including Knotting, NSFW, 18+ Only please, Smut, Unprotected Sex (No glove no love y'all c'mon), Fluff, Maybe Angst? But not much, Cursing and I'll add more later when the grittier parts come up.

Summary: Luna has been told all her life how special she was. Her crazy prophecy spewing grandmother mother even said the Moon Goddess would bless her with not one but three true mates. What happens when she finds those mates but they’re already in a pack together? Will they let her in? Will she join the pack? And what interest does a certain Bayou pack lurking around the shadows take on her? Will love prevail or will evil intention of another pack come to fruition? Find out in this story about love, prophecies and the rising of one pack above another....

Word Count: 9k+, Sorry guys I don’t know what a short chapter is :P

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

"Fuck! Ro, you smell that?" Dean exclaimed to his Alpha taking a hefty whiff of the air around them.

Ruffling his lunatic's hair and laughing at Dean's dog-like actions he replied, "Easy Uce. It's probably whatever's in catering. Plus, I could practically hear your stomach screaming for food just a second ago."

"Hey! It's not my fault The Big Dog Alpha had to prove his dominance earlier. We worked up quite the appetite." Came Dean's reply with a wolfish grin to match his statement.

"Believe that!" Roman said kissing the smirk off the younger Alpha's face, making sure to keep it brief because he didn't know if he'd be able to handle a worked-up lunatic, especially on an empty stomach.

The pair had just exited their locker room in search of some much-needed fuel before their match that was set tonight. Having to go up against Team Hell No and John Cena was not at the top of their to-do lists. The food however, was plus they had gotten a very over-enthusiastic text from their fellow pack member Rollins, about some new chick that had moved up to the main roster. The boys didn't keep up too much with the ongoings of NXT, so they really weren't familiar with who she was. Rollins, however, was very eager for his mates to meet her.

Walking through the door to catering the Pack mates were not prepared for the sight or smell that invaded their senses the moment they stepped foot inside.

There, not 10 feet in front of them, was their pup mate talking to a devastatingly gorgeous woman. Her striking features were otherworldly, with her long stark white hair, golden tan skin that looked so smooth to the touch, and big grey-blue eyes that nearly rivaled Roman and Dean's alike. It wasn't just her looks though, the scent, of something akin to lavender and fresh rain, that seemed to be radiating off her had each Alpha's mouthwatering and their nether regions stirring to life. Not only that but their inner wolves were screaming...

...MATE...CLAIM...OURS... OMEGA....causing matching rumbles escape.

Both Roman and Dean looked towards each other to make sure that this wasn't some sort of dream and if each mate felt the overwhelming pull towards this mystery woman.

Luna's POV

The minute they walked in she knew. She couldn't tell you how or why but the minute they stepped through catering, it was as if an electric current was set off into her body. She didn't know if she'd be able to survive their added onslaught.

Already the Beta, at least as far as she could tell, in front of her had her heart racing and throb begging to make itself known in her nether regions. Never in her life had she smelt such an appealing male.

Her she-wolf was absolutely over the moon at the prospect of a potential mate, it was the only explanation, right? Unfortunately, somewhere in the back of her mind the crazy ramblings of her, all seeing, all knowing grandmother came to mind.

"You, my Little Moon have been blessed by the moon goddess threefold. She has blessed you with not one but three true mates, all unique in their own way. Don't be scared my Little Moon embrace it, embrace them. They will protect you and love you for the rest of your lives and beyond."

She also told Luna she'd be a late bloomer and she wasn't wrong. Here Luna was 23 and still hadn't presented Alpha, Beta, or Omega. When people asked she usually just says Beta to avoid the pitying looks.

The twin rumbles coming from the two electric Alphas had not only broken her out of the thoughts swarming around her head but had her knees weak and an answering mewl begging to be set free. But, she wouldn't let that happen not on her first day as a part of the main roster women’s division. The last thing she wanted to do was embarrass herself in front of these three Adonis's.

Seems she wouldn't get that chance because before an excuse could be made to leave, while she still had her wits about her, both Alphas were making a beeline to her and her companion, Seth, who she had met earlier when Triple H had 'pawned' her off on him.

The one with crazy auburn curls and panty dropping dimples, was the first to speak, "Well who's this little Kitten ya' got here, Sethie Baby?"

Then, it was the Samoan sex god's turn,

"Behave, Dean, Hey Babygirl, it's so nice to meet you and welcome to Monday Night Raw."

The baritone of each Alpha's voice had Luna in need of some clean and dry panties because the ones she was wearing were soon to be decimated. She only prayed that none of them could smell the sweet scent of arousal she was sure was pouring off her in waves. She was also quite convinced these three beautiful specimens were used to girls turning to putty at their feet.

Seth began introducing the woman that was practically glued to his side. When had she gotten there.... he had absolutely no qualms about it, happy to be as close as possible to her. Reaching an arm around her shoulder to try and ease her nerves, he felt an electric spark run through his body where his calloused hand met the soft tender flesh of her arm. Seth did his best to suppress it, but the interaction did not go unnoticed by his two mates and he could see the hint of jealousy pass through each of their eyes. Not just because their pack mate was touching another but the fact that he was the first to touch their Omega mate. Seth just chuckled and tried to ease the building tension by rubbing the hand that was on her shoulder, up and down her back. The motion more soothing than either of the pair realized.

"Guys this is Luna Selene Nightblood, she's just moved up from NXT and will be traveling with us for the next couple of weeks until she gets the hang of everything, per Hunter's request. Also, she's from Texas, an only child... oh and a Beta."

Even as the word left his mouth he wasn't convinced, and his fellow mates seem to share the same sentiment.

"Luna, huh? With a beauty that rivals that of our moon goddess I can see where you earned the namesake." Roman spoke reaching out to gently kiss the knuckles of her soft delicate hand, a hand he never wanted to let go of.

"My names Roman Reigns but you can call me Roman or Ro, Babygirl and this lunatic next to me is Dean Ambrose."

"Dean is just fine, Kitten."

Every pet name that left each of their mouths had Luna's cheeks flushing and thighs clenching in earnest.

"Seems you've already met Seth."

"I-it’s so nice to have met all of you but I must get going. Got to get ready for my debut after all."

And quick as lightning she was gone, leaving an empty feeling in the pity of each Shield member's stomach, as well as her own.

Roman already missed the feel of her small hand in his, while Seth missed the way she slotted so perfectly into his side. Dean could barely sniff out her lingering scent of lavender and fresh rain which had his inner wolf twitching in the agitation of being away from his mate, their mate.

"Don't worry boys, like I said she's traveling with us, so we'll see her soon enough. Let's get you both fed and find a TV set to catch our Little Moon's debut."

Not happy but satisfied enough the Alphas headed towards the awaiting food. Packing two plates each and then were off in search of a TV set to watch Luna’s upcoming match.

What the group had completely missed, too caught up in everything that was their little mate, was the pack of bayou wolves taking an unnerving interest in their Little Moon.

Luna's POV

Rushing as fast as she could pass the three gorgeous men and out towards the locker room, Luna was met with a wall that was six feet two and nearly 230 pounds of solid muscle, which nearly had her on her ass.

"Careful hon, with all the hustle and bustle back here, you really need to watch where you're going," Shane told his frantic friend.

Shane always was a very kind natured Alpha and the way he took care of his superstars only made her love and admire him more. He always was such a great friend to Luna.

They had both met in his time away from the WWE and had bonded over their love for all things wrestling even the shared goal of making it here, but for him, it was about returning home.

"You want to tell me what has you all frazzled hon."

"Uhmm yes, sure. Just not out in the open, this is something I'd like to keep more just between us if you don't mind of course." Luna was quick to add, not wanting to cause the Alpha any extra grief tonight.

"Of course, Lulu, you know better than to ask me that. How long have we been friends now?"

"Quite some time Shane O'Mac, quite some time."

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"Ok, so you remember that silly prophecy I told you my crazy grandmother would always recite to me as a child. Well... Now I'm thinking she's not so crazy."

Luna had divulged everything the minute they had walked into the makeshift office Shane had acquired for the night.

"Are you sure, Lu? Three mates, The Shield no less?!"

His questions were like rapid fire towards the smaller girl and she couldn't help but become anxious by the whole situation. It wasn't unheard of having more than one true mate, but it was definitely rare and to find all three of them already in a pack and mate-bonded to each other, as well as in the same profession?! Luna was sure no mistake had been made. Question was, was she ready to pursue matters of the heart. She had just moved up to the main roster and she'd hate for this to ruin any chance of momentum with the company.

"I know that look Lu, and don't even think about it. If The Shield is truly your mates, then there's no way I'm going to let you deny them or yourself that happiness. And if you're worried about moving up in the company don't. You're too damn talented to ever have to worry about that and I'm saying that as a boss and not a friend."

Luna let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding at Shane's declaration. It put nearly all her fears to rest, now came the questions of what her true presentation would be and if The Shield wanted anything to do with her in that regard.

Shane spoke again seemingly reading her mind for the second time tonight.

"Trust me Lu, those boys have been waiting for you for a while. They may not have known what they were missing but now, if they've figured it out, there is no chance in hell they're going to let you slip away."

Shane went on to easy her qualms about presenting as Omega, even going so far as to set her up with the on-call doctor so that he could prescribe Luna all the medicine she would need for her first heat. Medicines like suppressants just in case she didn't want to have an Alpha help her through it, scent blockers so no other Alphas could sniff her out besides her mate(s), and heat control to prevent any unwanted pregnancy during the time of heats.

With all the preparation and medicine now in her possession, Luna finally felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. And now she was ready to make her debut and kick Paige's ass. She was determined to be put into contention for the Diva's Title, maybe even start the Women's Revolution all by herself.

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The Boys' POV

"So, what do you think Big Dog, you think she's really a Beta?"

It was Seth who spoke up as each Shield member huddled around a TV set, that was set up on an empty table. Roman took a moment to muddle over the question, taking a hearty bite of his food while he did.

After a minute or two going over his thoughts, he finally addressed Seth's question.

"No, I think she's just an extremely late bloomer kinda like you Baby boy. She's probably sick of all the pitying looks. At least with us scenting you, people just assume you're a Beta or an Alpha but maybe now that we've finally found her, you might present too. Besides when you scented her wasn't your wolf screaming at you: Mate, Mine, and Omega?"

"Well I knew she was mate, but I wasn't sure about presentation. I'm not an Alpha like you guys, my sense of smell is shit compared to yours, but she did smell pretty freaking good. And when I touched her my body was on fire. It's still pretty hot in here, to be honest."

"Yeah, we could tell," Ambrose grumbled in the corner as he was staying quiet for most of the conversation.

"You jealous, Lunatic? You're also quite silent over there, perhaps you'd like to share your thoughts with the class." Roman rumbled, upset that his mate isn't weighing in on such an important matter. Reaching over he ruffled his grumpy mate's hair to get some type of reaction.

"Hey, go easy on him Ro, you know it's hard for him to let new people in."

"I do know that Seth, but I also know that she smells like mate, our mate. But..." he said looking over at his Lunatic, "If anyone has reservations about it then we won't pursue it. I know it's rare to have three true mates but it's also not unheard of. The moon goddess herself had three true mates and Luna is just that, our little moon goddess."

The group became silent as each member finished their food and waited for their little mate to appear on the TV screen.

Roman wasn't satisfied with Dean's silence so he began to poke through their bond link and try to get to the bottom of the Lunatic's hesitation.

"What is it, Dean? What's got you so closed off to the idea of her?"

Roman felt so much as heard Dean's inner grumble.

"I don't know, Ro. Don't get me wrong I know she's our mate, God do I know but to be honest, I'm Fucking terrified of letting another person in. Another person to worry about. We have such a good thing here, plus I already worry about you both enough as it is, I don't think I could add another person to that mix."

"I know what you're really scared of is being happy. You're always so afraid it's going to be taken from you, but I wouldn't let that happen and as pack Alpha, I promise no one is going to take me, Seth, or our Babygirl, away from you. So, will you give her the chance, will you give us all that chance?"

Both Alphas were boring into each other's eyes each one holding nothing more than love, respect, and devotion in them.

Before Dean could give an answer, Seth spoke up, "Guys look! She's about to debut! And against Paige no less."

Seth's enthusiasm was quite contagious, and it had each Alpha just as excited about the prospect of watching their little mate kick butt. Before they gave too much attention to the screen Dean gave Roman a subtle nod in answer to his question. Roman gave an equal nod but couldn't stop the proud smile adorning his face.

As their little mate appeared on screen, each man was taken aback. There in all her glory was a spitting image of the Warrior Moon Goddess, Selene. Making her ring name even more fitting than it already was. Her appearance was absolutely breathtaking from her stark white hair braided back like she was ready to wage war and her bright grey-blue eyes were surrounded by traditional style black war paint making her look not of this world. Then looking further, they saw all the intricate tribal tattoos etched across her golden skin paired with the perfect ring gear to accentuate all the right curves on her beautiful little body. One look and they were convinced she could bring any man to their knees in submission, with just one look. The boys couldn’t help but wonder what it’d be like to explore her body so intimately, to get a closer look at all tribal tattoos adorning her body, preferably with both their hands and mouths.

Now more than ever each man was over the moon excited to get to know every side of their little warrior moon goddess.

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Bray's POV

Walking away further into the dark hallway they had occupied near catering to spy on their enemy, the faction known as The Shield, Bray addressed his Wyatt Family.

"You hear that boys? Seems this little moon goddess has captured the attention of The Shield boys. And she couldn't have been delivered to us at a more opportune time. Now with Kane out of the way, we can focus ourselves on destroying these so-called Hounds of Justice. Dare I say, boys, we might have just found their Achilles heel in the form of that pretty little thing."

The only answer Bray received was two twin grunts from Rowan and Harper.

Bray, on their other hand, was giddy with excitement and mischief. This whole time he had been begging Sister Abigail for guidance and now here was this otherworldly creature nearly dropped right into their laps. The minute Bray laid eyes on this... Luna. He could feel the power radiate from her and it's seemed he was the only one. Many of the other superstars just passed by her like she wasn't the moon goddess reincarnated, meant to be worshipped in every regard, come to clean them all of their sins. The power Bray could feel gave him hope that maybe she was the key to setting Sister Abigail free once again. Unfortunately, the Hounds had set their sights on her, no matter, Bray was a patient and methodical man. No good would come from him trying to rush such a delicate process as this but, he was damn sure come All Hallows' Eve, he would capture the little moon goddess and harness her power to reincarnate the very worst of all nightmares.

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Luna's POV

After thoroughly kicking Paige's butt via submission, putting on a fantastic show, and putting herself in the running to become the next Diva's Champion, Luna had hit the showers and was talking to Charlotte about catching a ride to the hotel with her. The pair had hit it off and Luna thought rather than burden The Shield boys with her presence, she'd ride with the women from the roster to build better relationships in the locker room.

Charlotte had just handed Luna the keys to her rental, so she could stealthy put her luggage in the SUV, thus avoiding the two hulking Alphas and the equally hulking 'Beta'. She was way too wound up and nervous to actually travel and room with any them, at least for right now because she could not for the life of her quell the ache in her core that had begun the moment she met each Shield member.

The coast was nearly clear until she heard a familiar growly voice call out, "Hey, Luna wait up, where you goin'?" Seth called from behind and as she turned to look back, she bumped into yet another wall of muscle. Only, the mouth-watering scent of Alpha hit her nose before the deep rumble in his chest could be felt.

"And just where do you think you're going, Babygirl?" Roman asked with a deep commanding timber, but instead of answering, it was Dean who spoke up from right beside him,

"Yeah, I heard you were traveling with us and stuff." He grumbled trying not to show just how much he really cared, earning a reprimanding look from Roman.

Scrambling her brain for a valid excuse, still too flustered from being body to body with the Powerhouse, Seth had finally caught up to the bunch and she replied, "Oh, that! I thought it was just Seth being nice and I didn't want to be a burden or anything just because Hunter asked y'all to look after me."

Seth looked like a hurt puppy by the statement and Dean couldn't help but scoff, however, it was Roman who spoke up with an Alpha authority that nearly had her whimpering into submission, sad, that she might've upset her potential mates. "Listen here, Babygirl. You are not a burden nor an obligation. The boys and I would be more than happy to have you ride along, travel, AND room with us. Besides, we were hoping you'd give us a chance to get to know you better. I don't know about you, but we can all feel the connection between us, this pull we can't explain."

By the tail end of his declaration, Roman made sure to soften the tone of his voice, not wanting to scare his little mate by any means.

Luna couldn't believe her ears; did he really just acknowledge the four of them could actually be true mates? She was speechless.

Damn, these men were actually trying to kill her. She could barely survive five minutes surrounded by these Demigods without being in serious need of a cold shower, and now he was asking her to room and travel with them. They were absolutely going to be the death of her.

She was just about to politely decline, still too nervous about the whole mate thing, but each man gave their best efforts of puppy dog eyes and soon Luna was powerless. Between that and their alluring scents, she was helpless to deny their every wish. And the more she thought about their effect on her, the more it had her believing her crazy old grandmother's prophecy, especially now that the elephant in the room was brought to light.

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After the boys confiscated Luna’s luggage and politely returned to Charlotte her keys, their little moon was sequestered in the back seat of the SUV with Seth, while Roman drove and Dean rode shotgun. The group was shrouded in silence but something about it just felt right and comfortable. Unfortunately, Luna had left her jacket in her luggage which was in the back and while usually, she doesn't get too cold, tonight she was only dressed in a light t-shirt and soft short-shorts. Her plan was to hop face first into bed the minute she arrived in her hotel room.

The air conditioning was causing her to shiver every now and again. Roman had taken notice which causes his Alpha to begin clawing at the surface of his skin prompting him to speak up. The urge to protect the pack overwhelming him, especially their little omega, "Babygirl, you alright back there? You need a jacket or something?"

Looking up to the rear-view mirror through long, surprisingly dark, eyelashes, Luna shyly shook her head no, not able to find her voice due to the chill in her bones.

A resounding protective growl resonated throughout the SUV and before the boys could say anything, Roman was pulling over the car to the side of the road, parking, and then going into the trunk of the SUV to grab a jacket for her but not just any jacket, his jacket. In his mind, it was a way of staking claim subtlety and conveying that she belonged with the pack.

The back-seat door on Luna's side was soon being wretched opened and Roman was wrapping his jacket gently around her smaller frame. Luna was frozen in shock, not expecting the Alpha to have such care for an outsider of such a tight knitted pack. But still his gentle touch was soothing and the heat radiating off him brought an indescribable warmth to her bones and settled in the pit of her stomach brewing into something more building of the continual ache she felt in her core. Again, the musk surrounding him smelt like home, Mate, and safe, much like Seth's and even Dean's when he would get close enough to her. Reaching out Roman gently cupped Luna's cold pink dusted cheeks, though his hands were so big they nearly covered the surface of her neck while still being able to reach her cheeks. Lightly he started rubbing his thumbs back and forth along her soft skin to help warm her up.

He and all the boys felt a constant ache to be near her, protect her, and love her. They craved her touch and affection, from the moment they scented her as their Omega mate, their Luna.

All three men noticed the visible shudder Roman's touch gave Luna and the way she moved into his touch, practically purring in content which had them nearly growling with satisfaction. Her scent was driving them all crazy with the heavy hints of arousal as well as the feelings of 'safe' and ‘happy’ she was giving off.

The more than pleased Alpha spoke up with a slight smirk on his devastatingly handsome face.

"That better Babygirl." The timber of his voice had Luna keening and his touch made her heart soar, she was in such a daze, but it was the next words that came out of her mouth that shocked everybody.

"Yes Alpha, thank you." It was so soft, so sweet, so Omega that Roman's inner wolf was swelling with pride, it also had the semi he had been sporting since earlier, twitching at the prospect of claiming his little mate and showing her just how he earned the title Alpha by each member of his pack. Fuck did he just want to dominate her and bite her so that she could bare his mark for the world to see. He felt his mouth watering at the thought as well as the beginning of fangs protruding from his gums.

The other two men in the car were quiet throughout the whole interaction, one because they were all linked as mates, so they knew each other's thoughts and feelings, and two they were just so mesmerized by this woman in every aspect.

Each one of them anticipating the chance to get to know her better and begin the mateship they knew was inevitable. To love her and care for her in every way.

Making sure Luna was tucked in and warm, Roman made his way back to the driver’s seat and was off once again to the hotel that awaited the four superstars.

Through the bond link, Ambrose felt Roman's excitement, arousal, and pride, it was so palpable that all he wanted to do was reach over and kiss him, maybe even beg for Ro to dominate him like their little rendition from earlier in the night. Roman was just so damn kissable when he was in a good mood. He'd become this big lovable dork and Dean and Seth loved nothing more than when their Alpha was like that. While the men all had silent conversations through their bond links none of them noticed their little omega burrowing herself deeper into the Alpha's jacket, even snuggling up to sleep against Seth as her eyes began to droop. The first touch of skin had Seth nearly jumping out of his seat in surprise, the heat of it settling into his core simmering just under the surface, but once he realized what was happening, he was all for it. Anything to be closer to their Omega.

The minute Seth was introduced to Luna by Triple H, something in the Beta began to stir, something he had never really felt before. His wolf had always been dormant and lax, which complimented his other mates. But now with her here this instinct began to grow within Seth and he wasn't sure what it was. He'd have to have a talk with Roman before bed tonight since his Lunatic was rooming with their little moon.

Seth hoped Dean would let her in completely because as much as Dean tried to hide it both his mates saw how enamored he was with the Omega.

While Seth was occupied with watching their sleeping beauty, he gently started running his fingers through her long stark white hair, further putting her into a sleep-like state, while Roman and Dean were having a one on one chat through their link.

"When we get to the hotel I want you to share the other room with her," Roman spoke up through the link, causing Dean to look up wide-eyed and confused.

"What! Ro, you're the Alpha shouldn't you be the one to do that I mean-"

"No Dean, I want you to try and bond with her a bit. She seems to have warmed up to Seth already and the exchange you just witnessed shows she's open to my Alpha. Now it's your turn I want to see if she'd be able to handle the prospect of three mates. I also want to see if you like her. Look, I know it's hard for you to let people in, but I want you to try. We're a pack and it's all or nothing with us, and you're going to be the deciding factor on this."

"Ro, I don't know if I can handle that type of pressure...but ok I can do that, for the pack, for you."

"That's my boy." Leaning over Ro gave a quick kiss to Ambrose's chapped lips, proud that he'd try to do something as hard as letting a new person in, but Roman knew Luna was the one they had all been waiting for and now that she's here he never wants to be without her. The Alpha in him had it bad for the little omega. Hell, why else would he stop in the middle of nowhere just to fetch a jacket from the trunk for the shivering girl? That's just it though, she was more than just some girl, she was their mate, the one meant for them. She’s the one who’s going to love and care for each of them as much as they already do for her. So, with that in mind, Roman reached over and intertwined his fingers with his Lunatic's, hoping to ease the nerves he felt coming off his mate. The skin to skin contact seemed to always help, so their hands stayed like that for the duration of the car ride.

Seth's POV

He couldn't help but to tune out the bond link between his two mates. He was just so enthralled by the angel sleeping snuggled into his lap. Not being able to really help himself he began to stroke her stark white waves, taking care to massage her scalp at the roots as he went. He could tell she was enjoying it with little purrs of appreciation that split out her mouth periodically through the drive, even little whines when he paused in his ministrations. Seth could not wait to cuddle, kiss, and love on his new mate.

He'd prayed Dean would decide soon as to whether they would be pursuing her as a pack. With the draw that Seth felt towards the little omega, he couldn't imagine what it was like for both his Alpha mates. Never before had Seth, a 'Beta', at least that's what he classified himself as since he never truly presented, craved an omega as much as the one sleeping peacefully in his lap. But again, since meeting Luna certain feelings and tendencies began to stir in Seth, Alpha tendencies.

Dean's POV

What neither of his other two mates were able to pick up on was that Dean had already fallen, HARD, for the little moon goddess sleeping in the backseat. Nevertheless, his self-deprecating nature and fear got the better of him. Dean believed he didn't deserve any of the love or care his mates provided him with. Hell, he was sure The Moon Goddess would never bless him with a true mate let alone two, well now three true mates.

It took nearly a year for Seth and Roman to break down the walls Ambrose had built by the time they finally found each other. Now here was this girl; or woman, who merely flashed him a smile and his walls came down faster than you could say 'Kaboom!'.

It was more than just her smile but still, Dean could feel it the moment they locked eyes; she had cemented herself into his heart. Dean knew if he ever lost one of his mates especially their little moon, he'd fall into a darkness not even Roman could save him from, so that's where his only reservations stemmed from.

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The boys had finally made it to their designated hotel for the night. Not caring that they still weren't in the comfort of their own room or shielded from the public eye, Roman got out of the parked SUV walked over to the passenger's side, where Dean was also making his way out and stole a demanding kiss from him. The kiss was filled with raw passion and Roman took his time coaxing out a more relaxed Lunatic, because he knew Dean's nerves had kicked in about sharing a room with Luna and about being in such an intimate proximity with her. Once Roman could feel Dean's body and mouth become pliant against his, he broke the kiss and looked him straight in his stormy blue eyes, "I proud of you for at least trying, ok? And I know you can do this, ya hear me, Dean?" He emphasized his claim with one more hard kiss to the younger man's mouth then he was gone. Heading to the back of the SUV, leaving a breathless Ambrose in his wake, to fetch the luggage, calling out to Seth for help over the link as to not wake up their sleeping Babygirl in the backseat. Seth carefully removed himself from their Omega and went to help his Alpha unpack the car. Luna began to make distressed noises at the loss of her mate's warmth and security, causing Roman to prompt Dean to check on her and carry her to the room.

Little noises spilling from his Kitten's unconscious form had his heart aching and he wanted nothing more than to soothe her distress. So, without thinking too much about his actions, he was climbing halfway over the back seat to scoop her up bridal style into his warm embrace.

Almost immediately she was nuzzling her sweet face into the side of his neck where his unmarked scent gland was, the same scent gland that was meant to bare the omega's mark of the pack. Damn did it feel so Fucking good to have her cuddled so tight against his body and her face nuzzling into his most sensitive spot, a spot that has gone relatively untouched until now. Dean was rumbling deep within his chest in joy, which earned him a little mewl in response from his sleeping Kitten.

Carrying her into the hotel was easy enough, while his other two mates took care of the luggage and checking in. Dean made sure not to jostle Luna too much while he waited by the elevators. He was too entranced by his little mate to notice a rival Alpha and his pack walking up onto the pair.

It wasn't until the Alpha spoke that Dean's whole body went rigged and the hair at the base of his neck stood on end.

"Well, what do we have here? The Lunatic Fringe and a-," Bray paused looking down at the little omega before him, taking in the angelic features of her face and her pure white hair to match, "a beautiful little lamb. Say Dean where did you find such a special little moon goddess such as her?"

A growl released within Dean's chest before he could even stop it, causing his little mate to stir about and whimper in his arms. Turning further into her mate, Luna's arms wrapped tightly around Dean's neck as she whined against his unmarked scent gland.

It took everything in Dean not to react to his whining mate lest he let his guard down, something he would not let happen especially in the presence of the Wyatt’s. Luckily, before Dean could speak up, Roman had walked up to his two awaiting mates, clapping a hand on Dean’s shoulder soothing the agitated Alpha.

"I think we both know that's none of your concern Bray." The deep Alpha tone in Roman’s voice commanding the rival Alpha to back down but also causing Luna to squirm further in her Lunatic’s hold.

Reaching over Roman began to smooth the hair at the crown of Luna's head trying to soothe her back into a more peaceful slumber but never removing his glare from Bray’s form.

The action didn't go unnoticed by any of the Wyatt’s.

"Oh, I see, you think you've finally found your Omega mate? The missing piece to your little band of misfits, is that right?" Scoffing Bray continued, "No chance in heaven or hell a little goddess like her would be lumped together with the lot of you. What she needs is someone of equal stature, not you mere mortals. She deserves a God to be her equal mate and followers who would worship her as is her right to be worshipped. Not a bunch of hellhounds that would only taint her." He spat the last words and before any of the Shield members could retort, the Wyatt Family patriarch and his pack were entering the elevator, but not before Bray spoke one last cryptic message, "You tell the Little Moon Goddess her throne is awaiting her return." And with the devil in his eyes and a smile upon his lips, Bray waved goodbye to the Shield Pack.

The whimpering that was heard from the little omega in Dean's arms paused all the murderous thoughts running through their bond link and each mate reached out to their Sweet Omega, trying to comfort her distressed state.

It was Roman's alpha timber that finally broke through her fear.

"Easy Babygirl, you're safe." He kissed the crown of her head, "Alpha is going to protect you. Always."

Nuzzling herself impossibly further into the crook of Dean's neck, Luna finally settled back down and just in time for the next elevator to arrive.

Loading themselves into the metal box, each Shield mate was still on edge and Roman could feel the worry of his two other mates.

"Don't worry Y'all. I'm not gonna let a damn thing happen. Not to either one of you and especially not to her. You have my word." The authority Roman’s words held behind his promise gave hope to each of his mates.

At the Alpha's reassurance, each mate felt the tension leave their body, but it also left them drained and ready for bed. They were all thankful they decided to shower at the arena as it was one less thing to worry about after the stressful encounter they’d just experienced.

The Wyatt's have seemed to be taking the onscreen rivalry to whole other level and now with the added interest in their little mate, none of the boys could afford to let their guard down. Roman especially as Pack Alpha.

Walking into their suite Roman saw their little mate cuddled tight into Dean's stronghold. He stood and watched, taking a moment to bask in the peace shown clear as day on her mesmerizing face. His heart tightened at the thought of something putting her in jeopardy. There was no way Roman was going to go to bed tonight before having a contingency plan in place, especially with the Wyatt's lurking around every corner. He loved his mates and the life they’ve built together, too much to let anything ruin it, especially with the final piece to their pack finally in place.

Reaching over towards his Babygirl snuggled securely into Dean’s embrace, Roman gently ran his calloused fingers gently along her cheek, still in awe that she was theirs and that they had finally found their Omega.

"Dean, go set our Babygirl down on y'all's bed and come to mine and Seth's. I'm not sleeping a wink until we have an affirmative course of action set into place. C'mon Architect follow me."

Roman ordered before placing a quick kiss on to his lunatic’s lips and sending him off to the adjoining room.

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Dean's POV

Bending over to rest his Kitten on the bed caused her to stir in his arms, whining firmly against his neck, "No Alpha please."

"Shhh Kitten, I just need to put you down for a second, so I can talk to the Big Dog."

Whining again she murmured against his neck, plush lips dancing along his heated skin. Dean would be lying if he said the way her lips brushed against the sensitive skin of his neck didn't have an effect on him. He couldn't stop the visible shudder her actions had created. Not only that but the heat radiating off of her had begun to spread a warmth into his own body, heart, and soul. So, not wanting to deny his little mate anything, Dean adjusted Luna in his arms and headed towards the second room that held his two awaiting mates.

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Roman's POV

Walking into their own shared room, Roman dropped his bags by the door and turned to speak to Seth, "So what do you think-". But was soon cut off by the young Architect with a searing kissing that had the older Alpha reeling. Never had Seth been so bold, so abrasive, so very Alpha.

"Easy Baby Boy," Roman panted while unconsciously molding Seth against his body trying to steady himself to keep from getting too dizzy. "W-what was that about Seth?"

Instead of answering Seth merely groaned, burying his nose into the scent gland of his Alpha mate, clutching tightly to both of Roman’s biceps to keep himself close. The skin to skin contact was the only thing quelling the fire in his belly at the moment.

Roman began shushing his younger mate by combing one hand through his hair and the other rubbing his back to calm his racing heart. Roman could suddenly feel the subtle change in Seth’s body temperature. The slow warmth that began to radiate off his mate’s skin could only mean one of two things: either one he was running a fever because he was getting sick or two he was in the early stages of his very first rut. Given the intensity of the kiss they'd just shared and the fact that they had finally found their Omega mate; Roman was sure it was option number two which caused a proud smile to adorn his face.

"Well will you look at that, Baby Boy is finally presenting and an Alpha no less. I'm so proud of you, Seth. And don't worry we will all help you with the transition."

Roman was quick to soothe and comfort his anxious mate. With the news of Seth's presentation, the Wyatt issue got pushed to the back burner at least for one night.

Eventually, the mate pair was broken from their little moment by the bedroom door opening to reveal their Lunatic Fringe who was still holding on very tightly to their little omega mate who was cradled ever so carefully in his arms.

"She wouldn't let me set her down, Little Kitten begged for her mate, all her mates. I think her heat is about to hit soon because she's starting to get a warmth about her."

"Well she's not the only one, seems our Baby Boy here has finally decided to present Alpha."

Dean gave a cheeky smile causing both dimples to pop out, "Is that so? Looks like you and me, Big Dog, are going to have our hands full the next couple of days."

"In more ways than one Uce, in more ways than one," Roman answered with an equally cheeky grin. He couldn't wait to fully consummate the relationship between the four of them. Of course, it would have to wait until morning when Babygirl was awake and their Baby Boy got proper rest before his first rut.

"That's all well and good but let's get our little mates to bed and then in the morning we're going to have a serious talk about everything."

Seth looked up towards Roman indignantly protesting his mate's earlier sentiment, "I'm not little."

Dean had finally come up behind the pair, gruffly whispering in his mate's ear, "Trust me Baby Boy we know just how 'not little' you are."

Dean finished with a quick nip to Seth's earlobe causing the young man to give off a pleased rumble from deep within his chest.

"Hey! No teasing Dean! Rest tonight and playtime tomorrow. We clear?" Roman asked raising an eyebrow for emphasis.

"Of course, Big Dog, you’re The Alpha after all." Dean winked cheekily as ever. "Now what are the sleeping arrangements going to look like? Do we need to keep our two pre-cycle mates in the middle together? Or separate in case they trigger each other to go full blown cycle before they're ready?"

Dean was curious as to how the four of them were going to situate themselves on the more than big enough bed the hotel provided.

"Well that's hard because Babygirl and Seth need to have some sort of skin to skin contact with me to help sate the underlying hum of need within their bodies, but it looks like she really doesn't want to let go of her Lunatic at the moment."

The smile that graced Dean's face at Roman's statement was so heartbreakingly beautiful, not just that but the happiness that showed through had the Alpha's heart soaring.

And just as Roman spoke the words Luna nuzzled further into the crook of Dean’s neck, purring in delight at his scent and warmth.

"Look Ro. You sleep in the middle of these two and I'll take the other side of Luna while Seth takes the other side of you."

Dean finally decided, he was absolutely drained from all of today's excitement and he really did just want to catch some sleep, preferably snuggled into the little kitten purring in his arms. Most people would assume Dean to be an emotionally closed off person but, cuddling with his mates was one of his favorite past times.

"Okay Lunatic, let Seth and I get ready really quick and then we will hunker down into bed."

Roman called over his shoulder as he headed towards the bathroom with Seth to change.

"Just sit in the recliner by the bed for now," Roman instructed patting his butt and ushering him towards the chair. Dean easily obeyed not having the energy to protest.

Waiting for Seth and Roman to finish up in the bathroom, Dean found himself once again enchanted by his little omega's beauty. Never before had he seen such soft tan skin and angel white hair, that fell in thick waves to the middle of her back. She really was the moon goddess come to earth and the fact that she was theirs was unbelievable. A task none of the men would take lightly.

As Roman and Seth walked back into the room, they were greeted by the beautiful site of both their mates snuggled into each other. They could see poor Dean had nearly fallen asleep where he sat.

Now that both men were in nothing but a pair of comfy pajama pants, they were ready to get settled into the awaiting bed.

Reaching out towards Luna and Dean, Roman began to scoop her out of the Lunatic's arms; however, he wasn't expecting the reaction that followed.

Whining once again Luna grabbed at her Lunatic's shirt, stirring the man underneath her awake.

"Easy Babygirl it's just me, Just your Alpha trying to get you to bed. Come on baby let’s get you settled so we can get you both to bed." Roman declared, molding her closer to his form.

"My Alpha?"

"Yea Babygirl, your Alpha." He reiterated, purring into the crook of her neck where her mating gland rested, placing a chaste kiss to emphasize his claim. Eventually, Roman was finally able to calm her down enough and move them towards the bed.

Because of her sleepy daze, Luna was pliant to her Alpha’s instructions.

"Babygirl, is this what you want to go to bed in? I think we should take the jacket off, so you don't get overheated at night. Sounds good?"

Mumbling a yes, Luna was soon divested of Roman's jacket and her shoes, while Dean began to get ready for bed himself, which in reality meant stripping down to his boxers.

Roman laid himself and Luna down into the very middle of the giant-sized bed taking care to pull up the covers, which also consisted of a nice fuzzy blanket for Luna to use later when she began her nesting phase.

Shane had presented the blanket to the boys after his talk with Luna and told them to make sure to scent mark it for her to use during her pre-heat rituals. It was one of many Shane had the staff keep on hand for her in case she went into unexpected heat while on the road traveling.

The boys were unbelievably happy that Shane was so accepting of not only their relationship with each other but also the addition of Luna into the pack as well. Luna’s new mates knew what a great friendship the pair had so it meant the world to have Shane O’Mac’s stamp of approval.

Roman positioned himself on his back while Luna was curled up on the right side of him, her head perfectly resting on his chest piece near his heart. Next was the Lunatic barreling in, not so subtlety behind their Omega, molding himself against her body like two puzzle pieces coming together. Gently he ran one hand down the side of his little Kitten’s curves until it came to rest perfectly at the bend in her hips, while his other hand moved underneath his head so that his elbow created a makeshift pillow. Roman couldn’t help but muss up his mate’s hair not even caring to reprimand him for his childlike actions. He knew Dean was just excited and exhausted from it all.

Finally, it was their pup mate Seth’s turn, crawling up slowly like a predator towards Roman and his other mates. The dark look adorning both mate's eyes did not go unnoticed by Dean, but still, he waited and watched to see just what would unfold.

Once Seth reached to be face to face with his Alpha, he stole one more soul-searing kiss, literally all tongue and teeth as well as the added pleasure of their beards rubbing against one another creating an oddly satisfying sensation. Their actions nearly causing all the mates to moan in unison, which even had the unconscious Luna squirming in her place from the intense arousal that began to permeate the air. Luna’s squirming unintentionally caused her bum to rub up against Dean’s thinly covered crotch which in turn caused him to slightly tighten the loose grip he had had on his Kitten’s curvy waist, burying his nose into her hair he quietly tried to suppress the deep groan caught in his throat caused by her movements.

Growling Roman spoke to his pup mate,

"Seth, as much as I'd like to take care of you right now, you need rest more than anything else. So, get your bubble butt in this bed and lay down before I go full Alpha mode on your ass you hear me?"

Smacking his mate's supple ass for added effect.

Moaning deeply Seth answered, "Sorry Alpha. Can't help it."

"Shhh, go to sleep pup. I promise I'll make it all better in the morning."

Roman placed his free arm around Seth’ shoulders while guiding him to lay his head on the left side of his chest to mirror their Little Moon. Not being able to help it though, Seth leaned over to place a chaste kiss on his little mate's forehead before murmuring a sweet goodnight to all his Alpha mates. In her sleep though, Luna reached over to grab her Architect's hand that laid beside hers on Roman’s chest, causing sleepy smiles to plaster themselves on all her mate's faces from her subconscious actions.

Before each of the Alpha mates succumbed to the pull of sleep, they all wished the other a ‘sweet dreams’ and ‘goodnight’ as well as an ‘I love you’.

Roman was both happy and anxious about what was to come of the future. Happy because he finally found the missing link to his pack and anxious because a rival force was threatening that happiness not just for him but his mates too. Roman would be damned if he let anything come in between his mates and their happiness, himself included. But before he could dwell too much on his dark thoughts, a movement from beneath him broke his reverie. Looking down towards his Little Moon, he saw her shift further into his neck, inching further into his mating gland where his scent would be at its purest and as she did it her scent began to change into something amazing. Her lavender and fresh rain scent began to mix with chemosignals of ‘safe’, ‘happiness’, and dare he says ‘belonging’. It was as if her subconscious knew something she didn’t, that she was finally where she was meant to be, home and surrounded by her three true mates, who are dedicated to protecting her and bringing her a happiness like no other. She may be a little warrior in her own right but now she had not one, not two, but three Alpha mates who would go to the ends of the earth to protect and provide for her.

Roman knew that all three of them would spend every day of the rest of their lives proving that sentiment. But first thing is first, and that was to have Luna accept the mateship of all three of them and then get her at Seth through their prospective heat/rut. Roman knew he had a big job ahead of him but if it meant they would finally be able to cement the pack as a whole, every second of hard work would be worth it. She would be worth it, their Little Moon Goddess.

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The Shield

A/N: I’m finally back! Sorry about the lack of content, but I finally got the muse for this. I just want to warn you, this is probably the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written. Ever. I’m actually thinking about making this more than one part, so...That should be fun. So, this is part one?

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader, Dean Ambrose x Reader, Seth Rollins x Reader

Warnings: smut, foursome, spanking, oral (female and male receiving), mention of Daddy kink, semi public, fingering, sex without a condom (wrap before you tap), slight dirty talk.

Word Count: 3,128

Part Two

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You watched the tv, a proud smile pulling at your lips. Your best friends, Seth, Dean, and Roman, were currently kicking ass. The crowd cheered so loudly, you could even hear the screams from their locker room. They loved the Shield, and you couldn't blame them. Not only were they amazing athletes, they were also insanely attractive. You had always believed that no one had any business being so attractive, let alone three people.

You were fortunate enough to have befriended all three of them shortly after you started working for Raw. You met them after your first match when they had come up to congratulate you. You remember being immediately smitten by all three of the men in front of you. All of them treated you with such kindness, and they took you under their wings. There were almost immediately rumors around the Raw office that you were sleeping with at least one of them. Some people said that you had been sleeping with all three. You took it with stride, and you were pretty sure the guys had no idea what people were saying.

Your reminiscing was cut short when the door to their locker room opened. You saw the three towering men walk into the room, your cheeks flushing a bit, as they normally did when those three were around. You looked up at them, smiling and offering your hand for a high five. They all three obliged, starting to talk about the match and the plans that Vince McMahon had for them. You sat on the couch, looking at each of you best friends and admiring them in their natural and relaxed states.

Roman was currently pulling his long black hair into that man bun that you were a huge fan of. Although you loved when it was down and flowing, something happened inside of you when he put it up like that. His brown eyes were concentrating on Seth, who was taking over the conversation. He was excited that he pulled off a pretty badass DDT, the bright smile on his face radiant and contagious. Dean agreed, running his fingers through his already messy hair. He ran his pink tongue across his lips, wetting them slightly. You found yourself mesmerized by it, your mind wandering to places where it shouldn’t be. Your thoughts were suddenly filled with questions, like what else could he do with that tongue?

Your mind was going a million places at once, your thighs instinctively squeezing together because of the unholy thoughts you had in your mind. Roman called out your name, snapping his fingers in your face to bring you back to reality. You blinked, looking up at him. You blushed softly, looking over the three of them before standing. You apologized, grabbing your bag and swinging it over your shoulder. You congratulated them and left in a hurry, feeling a bit too embarrassed to stay. They all watched you leave, then looked at each other for confirmation that that just happened.

After you left, the three of the men decided to sit down and discuss what had happened. They all agreed that you had been really strange lately, Dean suggesting that maybe the rumors were starting to get to you. Seth had thought that maybe you were nervous because you were supposed to go to your first public outing for WWE without them. But Roman knew better. He shook his head, telling them exactly what was going on: you had feelings for them. They started talking it through, coming up with a plan to find out if it was true for sure. They decided that they would commence the plan after your match the next day.

The next day, your match had gone almost perfect. They had you scheduled against Nia Jax, and you were supposed to win by pin fall. You did, but there was a bit of a mix up in the routine. Nia had calculated your move wrong just enough to injure your ankle. Probably didn’t help much that you were distracted most of the match. You two played it off as if it was intentional, though she immediately apologized backstage. You told her that you’d be okay and not to worry about it, trying to walk it off. You limped back to your locker room, needing to sit down and give your ankle a rest.

You opened the door, not surprised to see Roman, Seth, and Dean waiting for you. They had looks of concern as you wobbled over to your chair. You started undoing your boot, hissing in pain when you pulled it off. Roman walked over to you, kneeling in front of you. You watched him as he carefully took your sock off, a soft hum vibrating his throat. He looked up at Seth, asking him to grab an ice pack. When you asked how bad it was, he chuckled.

“You always seem to get yourself injured, Y/N. I thought you two worked on the routine nonstop.” Seth got him the ice pack, and he gently put it to your skin. You jumped a bit at the sudden cold sensation on your throbbing foot. You sighed, explaining that you and Nia had been busting your asses to get the routine down. It most likely had to do with the fact that you were slightly distracted by some specific men. You saw Dean walk over, standing behind you. He placed his larger hand on your shoulders, starting to gently massage them. You relaxed back into his touch, a soft smile on your face. Roman’s fingers started to untie the laces on your other boot, the pressure starting to let up. You looked up at Seth, whose gaze was currently tracing over your outfit.

“When did you decide to change your ring attire?” His hand slowly traced over the material, making your skin rise under his touch. You blinked a few times, watching his hand as it continued to move over your slightly more revealing ring outfit. “It looks really good on you, Y/N.” He smiled softly down at you, pulling his hand away. You almost asked him to continue touching you, but you held your tongue. You looked down at Roman, who glanced up at you as well. The way he was positioned made your head race. His face was so close to your lap, and the thoughts you had made you suddenly sit up. Dean’s hands stopped moving on your shoulders, but they stayed put. You started to stand, but Dean ducked his head down to where his lips were right beside your ear.

“Why do you seem so nervous, Y/N? You feeling okay?” He leaned over to where he could look at you. You turned you head a bit, meeting his gaze. Your lips parted to speak, but nothing came out. He had never been this close before, and it was fucking with you head. You started to come up with an excuse, but you saw Roman’s tan arms rest on the chair’s arms. You looked at him, his face very close to yours. You swallowed thickly, your eyes falling to his lips before looking back up into his eyes.

“Y/N, we know what’s going on. We know why you’ve been so weird around us lately.” His large hand cupped one side of your face, leaning even closer to you. Your breath was caught in your throat, not believing that this was happening. “We know you’re into us, and we want to give you what you want.” You raised a brow, looking at Seth, who nodded in agreement. Roman moved your face so you were looking at him, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.” He slowly leaned closer, soon pressing his lips against yours. Your eyes closed, taking in everything about the moment. How soft and gentle his lips were against yours, the way his hand lovingly held your cheek. His other hand rested on your hip, then slowly grazed up your side. You shivered under his touch, arching into him very slightly. He pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, seducing a moan from your throat. He pulled away, stepping back to let one of the other men have their turn.

You looked up as Dean now stood in front of you, suddenly wrapping one arm around your waist. He pulled you up out of the chair, meeting your lips with his own. His lips immediately moved against yours, a slow and teasing pace. You matched his pace, your lips feeling as though they were made for each others. One of your hands reached up into his hair, tangling into the mess of his light brown locks. You’ve wanted to do this for so long now, you barely registered it in your brain as actually happening. You pressed your body against him, needing one of them to actually touch you. You could feel him poke your inner thigh, and your head got all cloudy again. Before you could act on it, though, he pulled away. A small whimper left your lips, and he couldn’t help but smirk slightly. You looked at Roman, and you almost melted right there. His eyes were glazed over with lust, and maybe a bit of jealousy.

Seth suddenly pulled you against him, his broad chest against your back. He started kissing your neck, making you bite your lip. You leaned your head back just enough to where he could have easier access. His hand ran up your top, his cool fingers a bit shocking to your hot skin. You felt another pair of hands raising the top of your outfit. You raised your arms, helping Dean get it over your head. You now had your chest exposed to the three men in the room. You opened your eyes, wanting to see who was where. Roman walked over, standing to your side. Dean kissed the top of your chest, slowly making his way down. Roman’s hand gripped the flesh of your thigh before he slowly raised it until it was just above the waistband of your tight shorts. He looked at you, his eyes searching yours for permission. You nodded, needing to feel something.

With the nod, he slipped his fingers through the waistband of your shorts and underwear, caressing over your slit. You moaned, looking down in time to see Dean’s tongue leave his mouth to flick over your nipple. You moaned again, arching your back. Dean then took your nipple into his mouth, swirling his hot tongue around your hardening nipple. Romans fingers found your clit, his thick fingers rotating over your sensitive bud. Seth started sucking on the skin of your neck, sending your body into overdrive. Your hips started to move against Roman’s fingers, curses falling from your lips. Roman took the opportunity to enter his two first fingers into you, making you gasp and moan. Dean then switched nipples, making sure each one got enough love. You felt the heat in your stomach start to get hotter as you got closer, your hand grabbing whatever was closest. It happened to be Roman’s free wrist, and he couldn’t help but smirk. He leaned close to your ear, biting your earlobe.

“You like riding Daddy’s fingers, baby girl?” You moaned again, louder this time as you got closer to the edge. His deep voice vibrated against your ear, and you didn’t know how much longer you were gonna be able to handle this. As the three men continued what they were doing, you felt yourself becoming undone. You reached back to Seth, gently gripping his hair. He moaned in your other ear, sending more shocks of arousal to your core. Roman curled his fingers inside of you as he pumped them, making your eyes roll back and your lids close over them. You started cumming on his fingers, loud moans filling the room.

When you came down from your high, you let out a shaky breath as Seth pulled away from you. Roman pulled his hand out of your shorts, immediately tasting you on his fingers. You watched him, biting your bottom lip. Dean pulled back from you as well, his pupils dilated. You took off your shorts and underwear, completely naked in front of him. Dean looked you over hungrily, and you pulled him into another kiss. It was a bit different this time, more desperate. You hand ran over his jeans, feeling how tight they were against his cock. He moaned, his hips bucking into your hand. He suddenly lifted you up by your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist. He walked over to the couch, placing you down on the armrest. He let you go, making you fall back, Your hips were still raised up by the side of the couch, and that’s exactly what he wanted. You watched as he sank to his knees, shrugging his jacket off and his shirt with it. He hooked his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to him.

Before you realized what he was doing, his tongue found your clit. You moaned in surprise, but his tongue quickly made you shiver. You knew he’d be good with his tongue. He swirled it around, then wrapped his lips around your bud. Curses started falling from your lips and that’s when you noticed the two other men watching. Seth was touching himself to the sight of Dean eating you out, and that turned you on even more. You motioned from him to come over, and he happily obliged. As Dean worked his magic, you unbuckled Seth’s belt and got his pants off. His dick sprang free, and you pulled his closer, raising your head so you could take him into your mouth.

Your tongue started mimicking Dean’s, swirling around Seth. He moaned and so did you, Dean’s fingers entering you as he sucked on your clit. You did your best to bob your head on Seth’s cock, hollowing your cheeks so you could suck even harder. As Dean started to get you closer to the edge of your second orgasm, you worked hard to get Seth close as well. You could tell he was almost there, and your legs started to shake. The heat in your stomach got intense as Dean added another finger. You moaned around Seth, making him start to cum into your mouth. He pulled away from your lips, quickly stroking himself so he could cum on your chest instead. You lied back, letting his hot seed land on your chest. You screamed out as you came again, your back arching deeply, Dean holding your hips in place.

As you were coming down from your last high, you watched Roman as he made his way to you. Dean went to the other side of the couch, kneeling on the area above your head. Roman took your hand, lifting you up. You were shaky, but you did your best to stay upright. He peppered kisses down your neck, then turned you around so your back was to him. He moved some hair from your neck, kissing just under your ear.

“It’s our turn to cum now, Y/N. Get on your knees.” You nodded, doing just as he said. You heard his belt start to jingle, excitement coming over you again. You looked at Dean, who was also undoing his belt and jeans. Your mouth watered at the thought of tasting him. Roman’s hands ran over your skin as he admired your ass that was right there for him. You continued to focus on Dean, your hand starting to stroke his shaft. He bit his lip, looking down at you as his hair fell into his face. Your tongue then ran up his length, making a breathy moan leave his lips. You felt Roman poke at your entrance, then he slowly entered you. He started to stretch you out gorgeously, his dick bigger than you expected.

His hips started rocking into you, his thrusts enough to make your body move with him. You continued to work your mouth around Dean when Roman’s huge hand landed on one of your cheeks. You jumped and moaned, making Dean sink farther into your mouth. He poked the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex. He moaned your name, starting to rock his hips into your face. You felt Roman’s hand grip your ass tightly as he started pounding into you. His other hand ran up your spine, making you shiver. His fingers then tangled into your hair, pulling it back. You head raised and Dean started to graze against the roof of your mouth. You looked up at him, driving him crazy. He moaned, his hand gently holding your chin in place. You felt him twitch inside of your mouth, knowing he was close. You were on the verge of your third orgasm for the night, and your were in pure bliss.

Your walls tightened around Roman, making him groan your name. Dean hit his high, his cum filling your mouth. You kept eye contact with him as you swallowed all of his load, He then pulled out of your mouth, caressing your cheek with care. You blushed, then suddenly moaned loudly as Roman pulled your hips closer to him. He filled you to the brim, your walls starting to tighten around him even more as he got you closer. Your head fell forward as you let him rock your body, and soon after, your third orgasm ripped through you. He came son after you, filling you.

When he pulled out, you flipped over on your back and lied back, letting your body have a break. You’d never experienced something like that, but there were no complaints. You closed your eyes for a moment, your head completely empty yet full at the same time. One of them spoke, but you couldn’t really hear them at the moment. After what seemed like a few minutes, you were able to to come back to. You opened your eyes, sitting up. Your body ached, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. You got up, but immediately sat back down from how wobbly your legs were. Your three best friends couldn’t help but chuckle at you, and Seth walked over to you with your clothes. You thanked him, starting to get dressed again.

“So...what does this mean? Like, does this change anything between us four?” You suddenly asked, looking up at them. They all three looked at each other as they got their clothes back on, probably wondering the same thing. Roman came over at sat next to you, placing a hand on your thigh.

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