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Closer Than You Think Chapter 2 (Dean Ambrose X OC)

Title: Closer Than You Think Pairing: Dean Ambrose X OC: Shannon Brock Summary: When a serial killer claims a number of victims including NXT wrestler, Shannon Brock's cousin, she vows to find the killer after she is bumped to RAW from NXT. Her cousin's lover, AJ Styles, appoints himself and the Shield—Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns—as her bodyguards.

Dean takes the task very seriously and doesn't let Shannon out of his sight, despite the game of cat and mouse they play with the killer. Can he keep her safe, or will the killer claim his ultimate victim?

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. Content/Trigger Warnings: Extreme Violence against women; murder

Chapter Two

Shannon Brock switched her cell phone to her other ear and grabbed a fruit salad out of the hotel room's mini refrigerator while she spoke with her cousin, Larissa Anderson.

The two women were actually more like sisters than cousins. Not only did they share the same physical attributes: long black hair, pale skin and identical gray eyes, they also had grown up living next door to each other, went to school together, spent weekends at each other's houses and watched their beloved wrestling together. They were virtually inseparable. They even planned for their careers to be in the same industry. Larissa wanted to write for World Wrestling Entertainment, while Shannon wanted to wrestle for them.

Then came Shannon's unforgettable eighteenth birthday—the day she'd been waiting for her whole life.

Shannon had applied for entrance to Funking Conservatory Wrestling School a couple weeks prior, and almost as if fate was giving her a birthday present, she received a letter of acceptance that very day. She'd ripped into the envelope with a vengeance and then cried tears of joy when she saw the printed words informing her of her acceptance.

"Mom! Daddy! They accepted me," she'd squealed happily, jumping up and down. "I'm moving to Ocala!"

She was lucky in finding an apartment near her school within the week and was soon on her way to living her dream. Excitement filled her heart, but so did sadness. She had never been away from her family for more than a week. How will I handle being away from them permanently, she wondered. I know I'll be able to visit them, but still… I'm living on my own now. I'm starting my life.

The day came when she left for Ocala. She hugged and kissed her parents goodbye, and then latched onto Larissa. "I'm going to miss you all so much," she cried. "I didn't realize how hard this would be."

"You'll be fine, Shannon," Larissa whispered, hugging her cousin tightly. "In fact, you're going to be amazing! I can't wait to see you on TV," she encouraged.

"You're going to make me cry," Shannon smiled through her tears. "I love you."

"Love you too. Now go get to school and show the veterans how it's done," Larissa teased. "I'll see you at WWE Headquarters in a few years."

Larissa sounded light-hearted for Shannon's benefit, but for a long time, she felt alone. However, she knew Shannon was doing what she loved. And so was Larissa. She had entered college a year before to major in English and minor in Journalism. Three years of very hard work later, she graduated and within a month had secured her dream job. Writing on the creative team for World Wrestling Entertainment.

Four years later, she worked up to both writing and producing—which was how she met her boyfriend, Jim Walker.

"Work is going great." Shannon answered her cousin, as she mentally returned from her reverie of the past. "As you know, I'm sure, I've been NXT Women's Champion for about six months now. Hopefully, I'll get to keep it a while longer. I get afraid every time I get my script that I could learn I'm about to lose the title to someone." She took a bite of pineapple then, "So how is everything with you? How are you and Jim doing?"

"Work is also going great for me. Very busy," Larissa chuckled. "All these storylines and the deadlines that go with them are about to wipe me out, but I'd not have it any other way."

"Well, I'm so glad you are enjoying it. We were both so blessed to get the exact jobs we were wanting," Shannon smiled, genuinely happy for her cousin. "So, how about Jim? Are you still having problems?"

"Not anymore," Larissa answered. "But that is probably because we broke up about two weeks ago. He just became too controlling and jealous for me to deal with."

Shannon felt terrible for her cousin. She knew how crazy about Jim she had once been. "I'm so sorry, Larissa," she said. "I wish there was something I could do."

"Don't worry, Shannon," Larissa told her. "I'm doing much better without him. The ordeal just taught me that being single isn't nearly as bad as being with a jerk."

"That's true," Shannon agreed whole-heartedly. "Well, I really hate to make this a short phone conversation, but I have got to get to bed early so I can work out in the morning and get ready for tomorrow night's show."

"No worries. I understand completely," Larissa told her. "I just wish our schedules would calm down a little so we could get together. Or even if all the brands had a week of being in the same state."

"I know, I miss you so much," Shannon said softly. "I hate that we never get to see each other."

"Maybe soon we can," Larissa said, hope in her voice. "I'll let you get to bed now. Goodnight, Shannon. Love you."

"Goodnight. I love you too."

With that, the two women disconnected the call and got back to the tasks of their everyday lives.

0o0o0

That Night In Philadelphia…

"Dana," Jarold, the night manager of Denny's called out. "Table nine needs more coffee!"

The restaurant was swamped and buzzing with excitement. The building was full of wrestlers and wrestling fans from the live event that had occurred only three blocks away.

"Okay, I'm on it," Dana called back over the dull roar of adoring WWE fans. She grabbed the non-decaffeinated coffee pot and headed to the table that a man was seated at.

"I assume you want regular and not decaf," she flashed him her charming smile, trying to get as good a tip as possible, and brushed her dark ponytail back over her shoulder flirtatiously.

"Yeah, that'll be great," he smiled back at her. "I guess you're staying pretty busy tonight, huh," he conversed as she filled his cup up.

Dana enjoyed the sexy rasp in the handsome man's voice and immediately became nervous. I must look awful after being around this greasy atmosphere all night, she fretted. "Well, I wasn't super busy till about a half hour ago," she chuckled. "But hey, I'm in a large room full of gorgeous wrestlers. So it's worth it," she joked.

"Well, I'm sure you have every male eye in the room locked on you, flashing that smile of yours," the man said, just the slightest hint of disdain entering his demeanor.

Did I imagine that, Dana wondered. Or maybe I'm just really tired and reading too much into his behavior. He seemed friendly enough, but there was some thing dark, sinister in his eyes. Like Dracula, hot and sexy, yet evil and cold-blooded.

He's handsome, I'll give him that, Dana thought. But then again, so was Ted Bundy.

"Well, enjoy your coffee, sir," she said, suddenly growing uncomfortable. "And if you need anything else, just let me know." She smiled kindly this time, with no flirting whatsoever, and headed back to the waitress station.

The young woman stayed busy for the next two hours re-filling coffee, soft drinks, serving desert, collecting dishes and wiping tables. Her only comfort was that she'd made about two hundred dollars in tips, which she'd poked very securely into her waitress apron.

Finally, at about midnight the diner was close to empty so Dana began performing her end-of-shift duties, to prepare for the next waitress' shift. She wiped down all tables and booths, cleaned the coffee machines and soft drink machines, took all dirty dishes to the back to be washed, then prepared to take out the garbage.

Minutes later, she was hauling two large trash bags along with her as she hurried out the backdoor and to the huge dumpsters in the dark alley.

"Why can't these dumpsters be closer to the building," she grumbled under her breath, as she hefted the bags up into one of the large receptacles.

And then suddenly, the hair on her neck stood on end. A cold chill ran down her spine and she visibly shuddered.

"You should have had someone else take the trash out…"

Dana had no time to react, a knife was at her throat instantly.

A hand clamped over her mouth, "Don't scream…" The raspy voice told her, "Or this will hurt more than it has too."

Oh my God, Dana panicked. Please somebody come out here…She prayed silently, Somebody come check on me…

But there was no one nearby. Nobody to hear her whimpering cries. Nobody to see as the serrated edge of the blade viciously tore into her pale throat.

And nobody noticed for a long while that she never re-entered the building…

0o0o0

Shannon reached over to the nightstand and picked up the receiver of the in-room phone which was ringing incessantly. "Hello," she uttered, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Miss Brock in room 509," came a pleasant female voice.

"Yes, this is she," Shannon said, fighting off a yawn.

"I'm just delivering your 7 A.M. wake up call ma'am. Would you like me to make a follow-up call in five minutes?"

"No, thank you," she replied. "I'm awake enough, so that's not necessary."

"Okay, Miss Brock. Help yourself to a complimentary breakfast in our cafe. Have a nice day."

"Thank you. You have a nice day too." She hung up the phone and stretched with a soft groan. "Ugh…seven o'clock already…."

She stood to her feet then and turned on the television to get the morning news while she prepared for her day. Listening to the weather forecast, she discarded the black satin nightgown she'd slept in and grabbed some workout clothes out of her suitcase. After pulling on a pair of pink yoga pants, a black sports bra, and layered an off-the shoulder black t-shirt over a pink tank top she stepped into a pair of running shoes. Within minutes her teeth were brushed and she began pulling her hair up into a messy bun when the words "brutal murder" shot her attention to the television. Her gaze froze on the TV screen as she listened in.

"…In Philadelphia late last night a brutal murder has the city in turmoil. Live in Philadelphia, Jack Cooper has the story."

"Philadelphia…" Shannon whispered, worriedly. That's where Larissa was last night.

The feed cut to an area at the back of a restaurant taped off with police tape, with Jack Cooper facing the camera.

"The body of thirty year old, Dana Marshall was found outside in this very alley of Denny's restaurant at approximately 12:20 this morning. When the murder was first called in by the late shift's manager, Jarold Carver, the police's first impression was robbery due to the fact that the manager had reported that they'd had a very busy night and that the young woman had made a large amount of money in tips. However, when they arrived at the scene it was a different story. Dana was found lying on her back with her throat and entire body slashed.

A photograph then popped on the television screen of a woman who was apparently Dana Marshall.

"My God…" Shannon whispered.

The woman looked so much like Larissa and herself it was uncanny. The only major difference is that Shannon and Larissa were a few years younger and had longer hair.

Suddenly unnerved, Shannon turned the television off and tried to get herself mentally ready for the day's events. But the images of what she had seen and heard were engraved her mind.

"Denny's…" she thought out loud as she rubbed some tension out of her neck. Grabbing her phone off the night table, she pulled up Google and typed out "Denny's restaurants in Philadelphia", then picked the first link offered. She scanned the page for the street address of the establishment and was distressed to find the address was merely three blocks away from the Thompson Stadium-where SmackDown had been taped.

"Why is this creeping me out so bad," she asked herself. Then shook her head to clear it. "Ugh...I'm just being paranoid. Get a grip, Shannon."

Making sure she had her room's key card in her wallet, she grabbed her gym bag and stuffed a change of clothes into it and then she hurried out the door intent on grabbing some coffee on her way to the gym. And then she was going to work the strange new tension out of her body, even if it killed her.

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Poppin The Question- Ch.5/10 (Werewolf!Shield) (18+ Fic) (Repost)

Summary: Got nothin' to say about this chapter, lmao. Enjoy and leave comments if you did (or didn't). I think this was quite literally my very first WWE fic. Wow!

Tags: 18+, M/M, smut, fluff, angst, angst with a happy ending, hair-pulling, hair kink, daddy kink, name-calling.

Word Count: 17,916

A few months later, the boys and the rest of the RAW roster were gearing up for WrestleMania.

And Roman, being the winner of that year's Royal Rumble, was both annoyed and excited that he once again was going up against Vince's first-born golden child, Brock Lesnar.

The fans were also pretty excited at the prospect of having a new and fighting champion as well.

It had been 5 months to be exact.

And it had been just as long since that night in the woods.

Roman, Seth and Jon never talked about that night.

The boys themselves were on good terms, however.

They were talking, joking and just being best friends again.

But no matter how much he tried, Roman just couldn't shake the guilt that he's felt all this time.

He knew Jon was right.

He knew he had every right to move on with his life, and to have fun again.

After all, it was Alexis who ended it.

But...there was something else he wasn't telling the boys.

While Roman was an alpha he had a bit of a submissive streak.

Even the fans picked up on it sometimes while he was doing something as innocent as sparring against someone, or even interacting with his boys.

And while Alexis started off being supportive and tried to indulge him whenever she could, it ended up taking a huge toll on their marriage.

She never belittled him for it, though.

She never made him feel less than because he was an alpha who just so happened to enjoy being cuddled, fucked and told he was good after a hard day's work.

Or that he did his best, and that that was enough.

But she just wasn't satisfied and Roman didn't fault her for ending things.

Alexis knew he swung both ways.

And she knew that he found both Seth and Jon attractive, and she was okay with that.

She trusted him and she knew he wouldn't fool around with anyone outside of their marriage, much less with people so close to them both.

Some people would view their past relationship as a little more than unconventional, but Roman appreciated how open and accepting she was when it came to who he was, at least in that regard.

And he appreciated being able to talk to her about that kinda thing.

But he just couldn't stop thinking about the whole encounter.

And after tonight, unbeknownst to Roman, he was going to be feeling way worse and confused.

Roman was deep in his thoughts when Jon found him and slung his arm over his shoulder.

''How's it goin', champ?'' Jon drawled with a smirk.

Roman couldn't help but chuckle in amusement as he locked eyes with Jon.

''Hol' up now. I'm not champ just yet, babe.'' Roman laughed, only to get a playful eye roll in response.

''Don't roll your eyes at me, Mox.'' Roman growled equally as playful.

Both men started aggressively rolling on the ground, their bared canines snapping until Seth, overhearing the conversation, found them and cut in with a laugh.

''Alright, enough you two. You got this in the bag, Big Guy.'' Seth remarked as he joined the duo and sat on the bench that the pair once occupied.

Roman ducked his head a little at the compliment as he and Jon dusted themselves off and got up off the floor, and he shot both men a grateful grin.

''We'll see.'' He conceded.

Jon gave Roman a gentle and affectionate head butt and chuckled, ridiculously endeared.

''So modest.'' Ruffling Romans wet hair, Jon joined Seth on the bench.

''I just wish I didn't have to do this shit all over again with Brock, man...'' Roman flashed them an irritated look as he took a generous swig from his near frozen water bottle.

Both Jon and Seth understood where Roman was coming from.

They couldn't count how many times they were shoved into the same boring feuds with the same people every week without any real payoff.

But they felt especially bad for Roman because Brock was nowhere near a deserving opponent.

''I know, bro.'' Seth said, his tone full of sympathy.

Leaning against Seth, Jon eyed Roman's tense back.

''Tonight's your lucky night, Uce. I can feel it.''

Roman dumped his now empty water bottle in the trash bin and ran his fingers through his hair.

''Let's just hope it's a decent match at least.'' Roman sighed, leaving Jon and Seth alone with their thoughts as Roman got called for his match.

----- The match that night left Roman both exhausted-emotionally and physically, but also absolutely elated.

Finally, he was Universal Champion.

Finally, they no longer had to deal with Brock...well, that was until the powers that be decided otherwise.

Still, all Roman wanted to do was go to the hotel and sleep the night off.

But Jon and Seth had other plans.

''Congrats, Big Dog.'' Seth smiled at the exhausted man.

''Thank you, thank you.'' Roman smiled back tiredly, adjusting the title up over his shoulder.

Roman laughed a little painfully as he felt Jon plaster himself onto Roman's aching back.

''We goin' out to celebrate?'' Jon bounced excitedly against Roman's back making him laugh again.

But his brow furrowed when he felt more than heard Roman's tired sigh.

''We are gonna celebrate..aren't we?'' Jon raised a ginger brow as Roman shrugged, wrinkling his nose in distaste at the mere thought of going anywhere except to his hotel room for the night.

''...Fine. You're the champ, so you decide how we celebrate.'' Jon conceded.

Roman sighed once again, this time in fond exasperation.

''I honestly just wanna sleep, man... Maybe we can do something tomorrow night after RAW...?'' Roman offered, but Jon was having none of it.

''Cmon, man- look, tell ya what. Why don't we crash together- like old times! Huh? Crack open a beer or two...or three?'' Jon laughed, the two men joining in.

Slinging his arm around Roman, Jon ruffled his dark hair, smiling encouragingly.

Roman reluctantly nodded, smiling fondly at the small yip released by the ginger.

----- Not even 2 hours later Roman, Seth and Jon piled up in bed to sleep after knocking back a couple beers.

Well, all except Roman.

With all his exhaustion, Roman couldn't for the life of him get some sleep.

Getting up groggily to stretch out his limbs, Roman ran his fingers through his thick black hair, and after he sluggishly walked toward the bathroom to relieve his full bladder, he strode over to the door to leave their shared room.

Where he was going, Roman didn't know.

But he just needed to get out of that room and gather his thoughts.

But his actions were interrupted by a sleepy voice coming from the bed behind him.

''Going somewhere, Ro?'' Jon asked gruffly.

His eyes peered curiously up at Roman from where he rested against Seth's stomach.

''Yeah. Going for a run maybe, I dunno.'' Roman shrugged, still facing the door.

''Thought you were exhausted.''

Roman groaned irritably as he caught Jon’s suspicious and borderline icy tone, and he rolled his eyes before he turned around to face the ginger.

''I'll be back, alright? Relax.'' He replied, raising his voice an octave, causing Seth's body to give a small jolt even in his deep beer-induced slumber.

Roman bristled with jealousy as he watched Jon run his fingers through Seth's curls soothingly.

He wasn't jealous of Seth, really...

He wasn't.

And the last thing he wanted was for them to go back to square one but, he just didn't know how to voice his thoughts and fears to either of his friends.

He was their pack leader.

The strong one.

The one they turned to when they needed to.

The one who kept them in check, kept them in line.

He knew they trusted him with their lives and vice versa, but he just couldn't trust them this time.

Not with this.

Not when his brain was constantly muddled with these conflicting feelings since that night in the woods- hell, ever since he could remember.

''What the hell's your problem, man?'' Jon whispered harshly, not wanting to disturb Seth again.

''Aren't I supposed to be the bratty one of this group? What's your deal?'' Jon finally stood up and he crossed his arms over his chest.

Roman scoffed dryly, shrugging his shoulders.

''That's just it, isn't it?'' He remarked.

Roman's hands played with the drawstring of his sweatpants simply for something to do.

As he looked down at his pants, he didn't see Jon’s brow furrow in confusion.

''What are you talkin about, Ro?'' Jon exclaimed.

His frustrations were beginning to escalate.

''Just forget it, Jon.'' Roman sighed, shaking his head and not wanting to get into this.

He got the shock of his life when he was met with Jon’s furious blue eyes and his hand firmly gripped Roman's chin.

Roman shrugged the hand off roughly, snarling softly under his breath.

''No. I will not forget it, Roman.'' Jon growled.

''Jon, I'm warning y-'' Roman started, only for Jon to interrupt.

''Oh, we're startin' that ''my dick is bigger than yours'' alpha bullshit again, are we?''

Seth woke up alarmed to see Roman and Jon scuffling on the ground for the second time that day, only this time the growls and snarls he heard coming from them were anything but playful.

He stood up and immediately pulled both men apart.

''Are we really doing this again?'' Seth looked between Roman and Jon who were glaring daggers at one another.

This wasn't exactly how he planned to spend the evening after having a few drinks with his boys and some much-needed RnR.

He shoved Jon back when he lunged for Roman again, clearly fired up for whatever reason unknown to Seth.

''Okay. Both of you, calm down! Jeez...what happened now?'' Seth continued to glance between them, waiting for an explanation, when Jon finally exploded.

''He's doin it again, man!'' Jon pointed at Roman in an accusatory tone to which Roman responded with a glare of his own.

''Seriously, dude? You are such a child, dawg!'' Roman sneered.

Then he moved toward the door again and rested his forehead against it when he was stopped once again, this time by Seth's hand on his shoulder.

His eyes flashed angrily when Jon spat his next words, more so speaking at Roman than to him.

''I'm a fuckin child for wantin to know if you're okay? For wantin to fuckin help you!?'' Jon bellowed, shrugging off Seth's calming hand as it came to rest on the back of his neck in the placating way the three of them always did when either one was stressed or fired up.

'''Hey.'' Seth said.

''Lower your voices, guys. We don't want security coming.''

''Fuck that!'' Jon roared, being shushed loudly by Seth as a result.

''No! I'm sick o' his shit! We're your best friends! Your pack! It's our job to know if somethin's wrong, you prick!'' Jon spat again.

However, Roman didn't take the bait.

Instead, he gave Seth a dry look.

''I honestly don't know how I dealt with his ass when we got split up.''

Seth blinked at that.

He was more than a little shocked by Roman's comment and he felt Jon flinch slightly due to their close proximity.

Seth watched as Jon then just quietly moved toward the bed, hooking one ankle over the other once he laid down.

Jon didn't look at either of them.

Seth couldn't even begin to understand what was going on with Roman.

He never spoke this way to anyone, ever- much less to Jon- unless they genuinely deserved it.

''Dude, what is up with you-'' Seth clamped his mouth shut when Roman flashed his now bright yellow and angry eyes at him, the wild look in them started to make Seth nervous.

They stayed that way until Roman caught sight of the wounded look on Jon’s face that the ginger quickly tried to hide.

''Babe...I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean that...'' Roman slid into the spot on the bed next to Jon and he ran one of his large hands smoothly over the other man's buzzed cut head, biting back a sigh of disappointment when he was met with no response.

He tried to hold Jon’s face only to be shoved away.

''Nah. Don't worry bout it, Ro..'' Jon shrugged, feigning a nonchalant attitude.

''Just go. You're right, you don't owe me nothin'.'' Jon shrugged again.

''It's cool.''

''.....Can I show you guys something?'' Roman asked shyly.

His palms began to sweat.

He couldn't believe he was about to do this, but he knew he had to.

He wasn't gonna lose them again out of fear.

Or out of shame.

He was going to be honest with them like they deserved, no matter the outcome.

He had to trust in them.

He did trust them.

Roman nervously reached for his phone that he had placed on the bedside table.

''We've seen it already, Ro. 'Member?'' Jon quipped like a smart ass, unable to help himself.

''Don't be a dick, Mox.'' Roman replied.

Jon was about to make another smart-assed comment, until he noticed the slight tremble in Roman's hands.

''Okay, I'm sorry.'' He made his point by affectionately squeezing the back of Roman's neck.

He and Seth watched as Roman fiddled with his phone, until he pulled up a video.

And on that video, a well-built man- about Roman's size, give or take- laid at another equally well-built man's feet.

Roman didn't dare look either Seth nor Jon in the eye.

And he didn't know if their silence was something he was grateful for or not.

''Rome...'' Seth started to speak but he cut himself off when the man on the video motioned for the black-haired man on the ground to unbuckle his top's jeans.

Once the man's cock was exposed, the black-haired man took the shaft into his hand, and he gave the head a few small kitten-like licks and he stroked it slowly as his top showered him with praise.

Before the video could go on, Roman shut it off and tossed his phone onto the bed as if it were a ticking time bomb. '

'This was a mistake...'' Roman said in a quivering voice.

He strode over to the door, ready to bolt again.

''C'mon, man. Stop running.'' Jon implored, his tone void of the malice and anger from earlier.

All that was left was frustration and sadness.

Roman held the knob in his hand so tight that Jon had to pry his fingers off of it.

He sighed in defeat, and followed Jon to the bed with Seth sitting to his left.

''Get on your knees, Ro.'' Jon was the one to fill the silence as it began to consume the room.

He gave Roman an expectant look and it was returned with a blank expression from the Samoan.

Jon rolled his eyes at Roman's hesitance.

''Cmon, Ro. I need my cock sucked and you need to be told you're a good boy.'' Jon replied casually, not missing the sharp intake of breath from Roman.

''I-I don't think so, man...'' Roman stuttered.

Jon leaned forward with his elbows resting against his knees.

''So, what? You're just gonna keep it all bottled up inside and keep bein' a dick to us instead?''

''Oh, because you're such an expert at sharing your feelings,'' Roman snapped.

But Jon was unbothered because he knew Roman was just lashing out at him out of pure fear and nervousness.

Instead, Jon rubbed a hand down his own face, and he tried to calm Roman down.

''You'd do this for me, right?''

''Thanks, but I don't need the charity.'' Roman scoffed as he rolled his neck slowly when Jon let out a loud groan.

'Dude, it's not charity!'' Jon was going to go on but instead, he pulled Roman into a heated kiss, taking advantage of Roman's surprised gasp to expertly lick into the man's mouth.

Then he pulled away, panting hard and his mouth glistening.

''Look, I think we've all established that we're attracted to each other. Right? Cool. So, what's the problem? Let us do this for you, man!'' Jon nudged him encouragingly, but Roman still didn't look convinced.

Rather than press him, Jon beckoned Seth in front of him.

''...Okay then. Get on your knees, Seth.'' Jon commanded and he smiled when Seth got on his knees in front of him without objections, to Roman's utter shock.

''Good boy.''

And with that, Jon stood up to unbuckle his jeans, batting Seth's impatient hands away with a mild scowl.

''Did I say you could touch?'' He asked firmly, even though Seth's eagerness made his cock stir in his jeans, and Roman wasn't too far behind.

The latter of the three grabbed one of the pillows on the bed and he laid it across his lap over his raging erection as he watched his two best friends.

''Did I say you could touch?'' Jon asked again, punctuating his words with a firm tug to Seth's curls until Seth responded.

''I-I'm sorry, Sir...'' Seth whimpered, sighing when Jon loosened his grip, and he ran his blunt fingernails over Seth's scalp in silent praise.

Seth watched patiently as Jon continued to remove his own clothes.

Once that was done, Jon motioned to Seth's clothes, and he gave him a single command.

''Off. Now.''

''Yes, Si-'' Seth went to respond before being cut off by Roman's soft rumbling voice.

''Can I do it?'' Roman asked as he looked Seth straight in the eye hungrily, making the raven-haired man smirk.

''What?'' Jon raised a brow as he watched Roman's aroused yet still tentative features carefully.

He laid on his side and cupped Roman's chin to make Roman look at him.

''You wanna undress 'im?''

Roman nodded jerkily and he cleared his throat to respond properly.

''Yes, Sir.”

Roman sighed once those two words came out of his mouth.

The words felt so right as he said them.

He practically purred in delight when this time his scalp was scratched lightly by Jon, who nodded his approval.

''Okay. Go 'head.''

Jon sat back and watched Roman undress Seth, while giving his own cock a few firm tugs.

Eyeing Roman intently, he knew the man was nervous.

Almost like he was measuring his movements, expecting Jon to correct him at any second.

In an attempt to soothe Roman's nerves, Jon sat up and kissed a patch of skin on Roman's shoulder that was peeking from his tank top.

''It's okay, Ro. Seth knows what I expect of him. You don't. Let's just relax and have some fun, alright? It's just us.''

Kissing that spot on Roman's shoulder again, he stayed sitting at the edge of the bed, and he flashed Seth a dimply and devilish smirk when they both could tell that Roman was starting to relax.

Undressing Seth in record time, Roman sank back down to his knees and took Seth's cock into his large hand and smiled up at him with a wicked glint in his eye before he gave the head a long swipe of his tongue.

''Fuck...'' Seth gasped, smirking down at Roman through hazy eyes.

Roman returned the smile and he began to breathe through his nose to Seth further down his throat, making him and Jon groan.

Jon’s hand began to pump his cock faster, growing impossibly harder as Roman pulled his mouth away from Seth's cock to ask, ''You missed my mouth on you, Seth?'' Roman asked with a seductive smirk.

Roman's full lips glistened sinfully with spit and precum as he looked into Seth's chocolate brown eyes that began to shine with pleasure.

All Seth could do was release a deep, guttural groan and he nodded enthusiastically as Roman's mouth sank down onto him once again.

Resting his head against the sheets, Seth turned his head, and he aimed that same lustful smirk at Jon who watched the scene intently.

''Seems like we're not the only ones enjoying ourselves.'' Seth laughed.

''You like watching us, Sir?'' he purred.

'You like watching him suck me off- fuck...! He's so good at that...'' Seth grunted through clenched teeth.

Seth threw his head back against the sheets and he released Roman's hair from the bun that the man pretty much always sported after shows or on his downtime, and he carded his fingers through the strands then fisted it into his hand as Roman brought him closer and closer to the edge.

''I know we've done this before but...shit,'' Seth chuckled breathlessly.

''I didn't know you were this good of a cock slut, Ro.'' He praised and let his eyes flutter shut in pleasure.

Roman's mouth moved down to Seth's balls to give them some attention, and at Seth's words, one of his hands palmed himself over his sweats and he damn near mewled with his mouth still pleasuring Seth.

At the sound, Seth's eyes reopened, and he looked into Roman's glassy brown eyes that now looked more like a stunning bronze as the wolf in him struggled to contain itself.

''Oh really?” Seth grinned wickedly.

''You like that, Ro?'' Seth cooed seductively.

''You need this, uh? You need to have your mouth filled with a big hard cock. Hm?'' He continued filthily.

Roman couldn't believe his luck.

If he weren't so focused on bringing pleasure to Seth, he'd pinch himself right now.

And he'd beat himself up for being so stupid.

Of course, Jon and Seth understood him and tried their hardest to indulge his needs.

Of course.

Roman replied with a sharp nod as he swirled his velvety tongue along the head of Seth's cock.

''Yeah. Thought so.'' Seth quipped.

Both men were so engrossed in their activities, that they missed the moment Jon stood up to grab the small bottle of lube he always kept in his carry-on bag.

Roman struggled to not let out a whimper of disappointment when he felt Jon shake him by the shoulder slightly.

''Oh, you don't wanna get fucked? Okay, my mistake.'' Jon lifted his hands, trying to keep a straight face as he made to put the bottle back in its original place.

Seth and Jon burst into laughter as Roman hurriedly stood up to grab Jon to try and stop him.

''No.'' Roman stuttered.

''No?'' Jon raised a brow.

''I mean- fuck me.'' Roman tried again as his cheeks burned in embarrassment or arousal-both, maybe.

After the three of them got themselves fully undressed, Seth and Jon settled Roman onto the bed.

Seth was in charge of keeping Roman as relaxed as possible while Jon stretched him open gently.

Before too long the Samoan's hips tried their damnest to match the delicious rhythm of Jon’s fingers.

His moans escalated when he felt Seth's large hand firmly wrap itself around his throat as the man whispered filth into his ear.

''You want it?'' Seth whispered huskily.

His lips took their time to nibble and suck on the hot skin of Roman's neck before moving back up to his ear to whisper more filth.

''I might get in there after Mox.'' Seth chuckled huskily, playfully biting Roman's scruffy chin.

Eventually, Jon slowly withdrew his fingers, deeming Roman ready for him.

As he slowly entered Roman, Jon let him gradually adjust to his girth.

After a little while, he started to move his hips a little faster, gripping Roman's hips tightly for leverage.

''How's that?'' Jon breathed.

All Roman could do was moan in response and roll his hips even more enthusiastically against Jon’s.

He clawed at Jon’s forearms as the sensations of Jon thrusting into him and Seth whispering and mouthing against him overwhelmed him.

His body felt like it was on fire in the most delicious way possible.

''Don't stop...! Please...'' Roman whimpered.

Their golden eyes locked as their bodies moved in unison.

Roman's eyes lost focus on Jon’s as he felt the head of Jon’s cock brush up against that bundle of nerves.

''Ohh, that's the spot, is it? S' that feel good? Look at you taking me like a good little cockwhore.'' Jon’s words came out slurred as his thrusts continued.

''I think you can do better than that, Sir.'' Roman smirked.

''Harder.'' Roman commanded.

''Was that a challenge, Ro?'' Jon lifted a brow as he asked.

He felt his balls tighten as Roman continued to smirk at him while he looked at him through his lashes.

''You can take that however you want.'' Roman shrugged.

''...Pin him down.''

Roman's breath was taken away as Seth pinned his wrists above his head against the bed and Jon started jackhammering into him.

At first Roman's mouth remained open in a silent moan until his body began to tremble and small whimpers left his lips.

''Got nothin to say now, huh?'' Jon growled, grabbing onto Roman's raven-colored locks roughly.

Jon blinked back the beads of sweat that started to pool along his face.

Then he attached his lips to Roman's for a couple of heated seconds until Roman pulled away and it was like a dam had been opened.

''Please.'' Roman whimpered under his breath repeatedly.

He bit back a wince only to let out a guttural moan when he felt a sharp yet delicious tug against his nipple, and he keened loudly as Seth released the tender bud from between his teeth and he soothed it with his tongue.

''Think he wants you to come inside him, Mox.'' Seth said, as he started to lazily stroke Roman's cock between his and Jon’s bodies.

''Yes...'' Roman hissed.

''Fuckin give it to me. I want it, please. Need it so bad, Sir. Wanna come inside me, sir? Huh?'' Roman babbled, only to get his breath taken away again by Jon’s hands firmly against his throat.

He felt tears prick at the corners of his eyes at the overload of sensations coursing through his body as he was being choked and used.

His eyes rolled back into his skull just as Jon reached his peak, releasing a long growl of pleasure along with a sharp bite to Roman's neck that had both Roman and Seth's cocks twitching in arousal.

Jon shivered pleasantly as the mild copper taste of Roman's blood flooded his tastebuds while Roman's entire body shook as Jon’s warm release gushed inside him, and he started to struggle against Seth's strong grip.

Once Seth released his wrists, Roman held onto Jon and Seth, and he shared a heated kiss with Seth.

Roman's own release came soon enough when Seth wrapped his mouth around him, bobbing his head enthusiastically until Roman was left shivering with aftershocks, tears caused by overstimulation streaming down his cheeks.

Roman felt warm all over when soft kisses and caresses were peppered everywhere the men could reach and before Roman knew it, he was sobbing uncontrollably, hiding his face into the crook of his elbow as his body shook with silent sobs instead of the pleasure from a few minutes earlier.

''I'm s-sorry...'' Roman cleared the tears away from his throat and wiped his eyes, not meeting Jon’s nor Seth's concerned eyes.

''You alright?'' Jon asked as he lied next to Roman on the bed once he had cleaned them both up.

His fingers carded soothingly through the Samoan's dark hair in an effort to soothe him while Seth continued to pepper soft and loving kisses along Roman's neck, making the man bare his neck to give Seth better access.

''Yes...''Roman sighed pleasantly as he slowly came back down from his high.

''Thank you, guys. And I'm sorry for actin like such an asshole to y'all...I promise I won't hide shit anymore. Okay?''

''We're gonna hold you to that.'' Jon winked.

''... Are we gonna leave this guy's blue balls hangin'?'' Roman asked with a teasing smirk.

''Noo.'' Seth whined through soft laughter.

Roman licked his lips, eyeing Seth seductively before his eyes shone golden again, and he nipped at Seth's nipple playfully, laughing as the man released a gasp of surprise mixed with pleasure.

''You can't just do that, babe.'' Seth whined again in protest.

-----

The next morning, the boys woke up in an extra good mood.

But instead of getting in their usually early-morning workout at the gym, they rolled around in the sheets and spent the day together, getting in their workout without having to leave their room.

(Next Chapter.)

(Prev. Chapter)

#roman reigns #seth rollins #dean ambrose #jon moxley #wwe fic #wrestling fic #wrestling smut #wwe smut #the shield #the shield smut #wwe fan fiction

[bbygirlky18]

Can you make me a Bray Wyatt, Brodie Lee, Erik Rowan, and Braun Strowman request where the new diva joins the Wyatt Family and the call her Malphasia (which means The Mistress of Malice and Illusion) can you do it girlie. Thxs girlie

The Wyatt Family's new Member! Bray Wyatt/Windham Rotunda (R.I.P.), Luke Harper/Brodie Lee (R.I.P), Erik Rowan, Braun Strowman

Bray Wyatt/Windham Rotunda (Rest his soul. BTW this story is me just getting over how we lost a great legend so I hope this brings you comfort), Luke Harper/Brodie Lee, Erik Rowan, Braun Strowman x Mona Romero aka Malphasia.

Warnings: Violence and mention of Blood!!

Word Count: 296

A/N: This is the first Wyatt Family fic I've written. I tried really hard to not cry while writing this. This was sent in by @bbygirlnessa18

@bbygirlnessa18 Mona is the name.

Hope you like it.

The WWE Universe was abuzz when Bray Wyatt signaled the arrival of a new recruit to the Wyatt family. Introducing Malphasia, the newest Diva that would join their nefarious ranks. It was a bold move, as fans and superstars alike knew that Malphasia was incredibly powerful. But Luke Harper, Erik Rowan, and Braun Strowman were excited to have her join their team.

Malphasia kicked off her debut by taking part in a match against the Usos, John Cena, Dean Ambrose, and Liv Morgan. The match was not without its share of violence, as Malphasia quickly revealed her true power. She unleashed a vicious flurry of strikes, taking out each of her opponents with a force of pure fury.

The Usos, John Cena, Dean Ambrose, and Liv Morgan were all left bleeding from the onslaught, and fans in the arena reacted in shock. Malphasia made it clear that she was there to take no prisoners, and had every intention of proving her power.

But the real surprise came at the conclusion of the match, as Malphasia revealed her alliance with the Wyatt family. Harper, Rowan, Strowman, and Wyatt all came down to the ring to congratulate her on her impressive debut. It was clear that the addition of Malphasia was another step towards the dominance of the Wyatt family.

Malphasia’s debut was nothing short of amazing, and it has to be said that she’s already made a huge statement to the WWE Universe. It will be exciting to see her continue to develop her skills in the WWE and see how she fits in with the Wyatt Family. One thing’s for sure, though; Malphasia is a force to be reckoned with, and her presence is sure to be felt in the WWE for many years to come.

-I hope you guys enjoyed this! I had fun writing it. I love you guys so so so so much. <33333

#bray wyatt #rip bray wyatt #the fiend #the wyatt family #the wyatt family x reader #brodie lee #windham rotunda #erick rowan #braun strowman

[thlayli-ra]

Fanfic Asks! 1 for Valetverse, 14, 20 :D

Hiiiiiii! 🥰 Thank you so much for the asks!

1. Share a song that makes you think of the Valetverse?

This is a silly one. Another love of mine is musicals and I have a really stupid running joke in my fics where I pair Dean Ambrose/Jon Moxley with different musical references. Writing that scene in Valets where Dolph Ziggler and Jon Morrison watch Dean's copy of Rocky Horror Picture Show (an amazing suggestion from the awesome @my-intrests ), and Dolph having something of a 'sexual awakening' during 'Toucha-Toucha-Touch Me' was one of the daftest things I've ever written but my god, was it a lot of fun!

14. If you could see one of your fics adapted into a visual medium, such as comic or film, which fan fic would you pick?

I would love it if Scorched Earth was turned into a tv series. Even better if it was gorgeously animated and had both Punk and Colt doing their own voice acting (hey, a girl can dream!)

20. What’s a favorite title for a fic you’ve written?

Flint and Steel. It's just so perfect with the characters and themes of the fic. The four elements are mentioned several times, with both Finn and Seth representing earth. Finn is the flint; the rugged farm boy, weathered and chipped by hardship and most comfortable among nature. Seth, the soldier, is the steel; plucked from the earth and forged into a weapon, sharp and deadly. Both so different yet work together in harmony to create something more. A spark, warmth, and even, destruction.

#Thlayli-answers #Thlayli-writes #fic asks

[valkyrie-night-103]

Hello! I'm new to the wrestling fandom which I was introduced to via your writing and I just wanted to know what fics (Of any genre) You would recomend to someone starting out!

This made me so happy!! Wrestling is such a wonderful thing and I’m thrilled that my writing was your introduction to it!! It makes me so happy to know that you saw something I made and wanted to see more related things. That’s such high praise!! As always, my dms on discord and tumblr are open for further tips, suggestions, and fic recs, or if you just want to make a friend :D

As I’m sure you’re aware, there are many promotions and eras in wrestling, and sometimes you need quite a bit of context to get an appreciation of the subtext, backstories and references, especially for some of the most popular ships. @mitchtheficus has a wonderful timeline that discusses the Golden Lovers and their story, and there are other guides on here for newer wrestling fans looking to get a better sense of a particular story or wrestling as a whole!!

My main tip for new wrestling fans is to Google the name of a wrestler you like and see if they’ve done anything dodgy. There’s a LOT of wrestlers out there that have done creepy and/or bigoted things both recently and in the past, and it’s easy for that to slip through the cracks. From there it’s your prerogative to assess for yourself whether that person is someone you want to support.

Another tip is, if you don’t enjoy a character/storyline, that’s completely fine. Wrestling is for everyone and has a range of stories and characters, so have fun watching what you enjoy! Even if a character or match is adored by the community and it’s not your thing, you don’t have bad taste for not liking that.

Finally, please show your appreciation for the fics you love!! We’re a small fandom so any praise, commentary or questions are always greatly appreciated, whether they are anonymous or not!

I know I’ve waffled on a bit, but here are some fic/author recs! Most of these will contain some NSFW content, as is the case with most wrestling fics.

The first place to look would be @old-no7 who goes by GrimmWork on AO3! They write a range of characters and tropes/genres, and if you’re looking for chaptered fics to get stuck into they’re a great starting point.

My top recommendation from them to get started would have to be The Botanical Significance of Daisies - A Hanahaki Disease fic filled with emotion and featuring multiple characters that are still easy to keep track of! It’s an amazing ride, and is long enough to dive into without being novel-length. It centres around Wheeler Yuta and the Blackpool Combat Club (BCC), a stable including Jon Moxley (formally known as Dean Ambrose), Bryan Danielson (formerly known as Daniel Bryan), and William Regal.

The only thing I know about your preferences regarding characters is that you enjoy The Elite (Kenny Omega, Matt and Nick Jackson, Hangman Adam Page (formerly)) and the Golden Lovers (Kenny Omega/Kota Ibushi). For these characters and the associated pairings, I’d recommend Wide Open Spaces, Rehabilitation of the Anxious Mind, and Boy Unwritten, also by GrimmWork on AO3. I don’t know how beginner friendly the elite-centric stories are, though!

@americandragonslayer is another mainstay here. They write chaptered fics, series, and some shorter fics. They write for the Blackpool Combat Club and some others! They’re amazing, check them out!

@saturatedsinset and @kennyanimega are incredible, wonderful writers! I’d say some of their fics are a little less beginner friendly as they tend to cover a broader range of dynamics and make reference to events and storylines you may not be aware of, but it’s definitely worth the extra effort.

@buhbenry has a wonderful Golden Lovers fic that doesn’t get nearly enough love, if you enjoy some of my stuff you’ll love it! It’s called i shine (only with the light you give me)

There are so many wonderful writers and stories in this fandom and I hope you have fun here!! If anyone I’ve tagged wants to provide their own suggestions, feel free to!!

#anon answered #fic recs

[dastiel4ever2111]

Explaining my AU universe

Hiya everyone! It has been a while since I used this site tbh. I used to be active in early 2012. Anyways that is not why I'm here. I am here to explain to you a little about my AU universe. In ALL of the stories that I post here the wrestlers will have different parents than their real parents. I mainly write the wrestlers as their characters. So a lot of the wrestlers have other wrestlers as their parents. It is a very long list I believe it is over 16 pages right now. Some wrestlers also have twins that are their indy characters like for example Dean Ambrose and Jon Moxley, in my stories they are two separate people.

I ship many couples but they are mainly malexmale ships. Although I do ship femalexmalexmale. I am also a huge fan of poly ships so you will see a lot of those.

I write for all wrestling fandoms (WWE, AEW, ROH, Impact, etc.) but I would say my favorite is AEW. I never miss a Dynamite and BTE.

I will post the list of parents and children in a separate post. But I am excited to be posting here again. I might even start live blogging with Das during Dynamite.

I am on A03 and fanfic.net. Some of my stories can only be read with an account. But I will be posting most of my fics here.

Please don't be shy about asking me things! I would love to write a fic for you! I will try my best at least.

#aew #aew fanfiction #wwe #alternate universe

[jerseygirl1290]

Ok peeps, I know I posted a super long time ago that I wanted some ideas to write some more stories and a couple of you gave them to me, but I haven’t even gotten around to starting them because life is ridiculously crazy right now due to working 50 hours a week, my school work and just life in general. Here’s what I want everyone to do. I am taking a fictional writing course next semester (starting in January) and I want all of you fabulous people to give me ideas for stories you would like to read about your favorite superstars. There’s only a select few I feel really comfortable writing (Seth, Roman, Dean/Jon, Drew, Finn, Jeff, Adam (Cole)), but there are others I wouldn’t mind trying my hand at writing (Young Bucks, Kenny, Tyler Breeze and maybe some others). I figure this will help me get some ideas in my head and it will also give you guys a chance to read some more stories about your faves. I should add to this that I do not write smut, and I normally write from a first person perspective. If you would like something written, please shoot me a message with the superstar’s name you would like, and an idea. Also, another disclaimer is that it will probably take me a while as I am in the thick of my semester at the moment and it is all I can do to just stay on top of what I need to get done at the current moment, but I promise you that once I get the time at the end of my semester (December 10th) I will write the stories you send me. Much love and appreciation to everyone!

#wwe #wwe fic #wwe fanfiction #wwe fan fiction #adam cole #adam cole fan fic #adam cole fan fiction #adam cole fanfic #adam cole fanfiction #dean ambrose fan fic #dean ambrose fanfiction #dean ambrose #drew mcintyre fan fic #drew mcintyre fan fiction #drew mcintyre fic #drew mcintyre fanfic #drew mcintyre fanfiction #drew mcintyre #finn balor fanficion #finn balor fic #finn balor fan fic #finn balor fan fiction #finn balor fanfic #wwe finn balor #finn bàlor #finn balor fluff #jeff hardy fan fic #jeff hardy fan fiction #jeff hardy #roman reigns fluff

[glowrioustrash]

Breaking The Law

Summary: Parole Office Kat Williams had seen Dean Ambrose’s mugshot from his file. She was expecting the scrappy, shaggy kid in the photo, not the man who walked into her office.

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x OC

Word Count: 3000+

Warnings: RATED M FOR AVERT YOUR EYES CHILDREN THIS AIN’T NOTHIN BUT SMUT

Author’s Note: This is a piece of what was originally a bigger fic - a very dark fic tbh - but I’ve been struggling with it since Dean’s return. I decided I could cut this out, post it as a PWP for everyone’s enjoyment, and if I ever get around to writing more, just posting it as a second part. (Tag list is back down to like no one, because once again I wasted so much fucking time between posting shit that most of y’all were either lost in the purge or changed your names. Sorry.)

Tagging: @softarthurmorgan / @kakakatey / @thirstiswet / @calwitch / @dirrrtydeeds

Kat grabbed the file for her next appointment, a new parolee she was being assigned. The folder was fairly thin, which typically meant an easy job… or a first time offender at the beginning of a long path through the system. She read the name on the tab, “Ambrose, Dean,” and opened the folder.

The man’s mugshot was paperclipped to the first page, his piercing blue eyes striking her immediately, even in the washed out, overexposed photo. The glare on his features was not uncommon in the many mugshots she’d seen, but he made it look more like a brood. It made her think of classic movie stars when they’d hit that pout that made the women swoon. His shaggy hair, she couldn’t tell if it was brown or blonde from the photo alone, was matted to his forehead. He looked mostly clean shaven, although with the poor quality of the photo she couldn’t tell if he had a bit of stubble or if it was just an odd shadow or printing mistake.

She moved the photo out of the way, quickly reading through his file. Ambrose was 32 years old, only a few years older than herself. He was charged with stealing a firearm and had pled guilty, earning a 5 year sentence but was being released early. Reading through the file, Ambrose had kept to himself in prison and stayed out of trouble. There were only a handful of reported incidents from his time in jail, all of which had guards vouching that he acted defensively.

It seemed promising, really.

Dean had served his time in Ohio but had applied to serve parole in Iowa. The paperwork showed he had someone to live with and a job lined up. The planning, paired with his good behaviour, led to an easy approval. This also meant that she hadn’t met him prior to his release as she had most of her parolees.

He had been pleasant enough on the phone when he made his appointment, his voice gruff and his answers monosyllabic when possible. He called within the 24 hours necessary of arriving, ready with his file number. Overall, her impression so far was that he was a nice man who got caught up in something bad.

Her phone chirped at her from the corner of her desk, the familiar tone signalling an interoffice paging.

“Williams.” She answered.

“Your 2:30 is here. Mr. Ambrose.” Nicole, the receptionist, responded.

“Great, send him in.” Kat told her. She heard the click on the other end and hung up her phone. Seconds later, a steady, strong knock sounded from her door.

“Come in.” She called, standing in anticipation of meeting her new parolee. She straightened her blouse as the door opened.

The man who entered was nearly unrecognizable from the mugshot if not for those amazing blue eyes. If the young man in the mugshot could be compared to a scruffy but lovable mutt, the man currently standing in her office was a prize pitbull. He’d clearly spent his free time while locked up in the gym. His neck alone had nearly doubled in size and the crisp t-shirt he was wearing looked ready to pull apart at the seams. She found herself wondering what the rest of him looked like before he went in, only having the lone mugshot showing him from the shoulders up. His hair was shorn and his beard was grown in, but groomed.

“Officer Williams?” He asked, standing in the doorway.

“Yes. Come in, Mr. Ambrose.” She instructed. Dean crossed the small office quickly, only taking a few steps with his long legs. His file had listed him as 6’4, but his mass made it seem much more intimidating.

She gulped subtly as she offered her hand to shake. Dean adjusted the papers he was holding into his opposite arm before taking her hand in his own. His hand was warm and his grip was firm.

“Please, call me Dean.” He told her as he released her hand.

“Alright Dean.” She nodded, sitting down. “Why don’t you have a seat and we can get started.”

Dean sat, setting the papers on her desk. “So, your file was transferred to me from Ohio where you served your time, correct?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He confirmed.

“And what brought you to Iowa?” She asked, watching him closely for any signs he might be lying.

“Good friend of mine offered me a place to live and helped me set up a job.” He explained, turning to the papers he’d brought in, leafing through. “He filled out the required paperwork here.”

Kat took the papers he offered, looking through them. The forms were typical, that Mr. Rollins understood that he was living with a Parolee, that he understood the rules that were expected of the parolee’s living situation, and that even if Mr. Rollins brought the prohibited items into the home, Dean would suffer the consequences.

“Great, these all look in order.” Kat nodded. “You say he set you up with your job as well?”

“Yes. He owns a gym and he’s hired me as a trainer.” He explained, handing over the proof of employment.

“You’re very prepared, Dean. I appreciate that.” Kat muttered as she scanned the documents.

“I’m just lookin’ for this to be as smooth as possible.” He told her.

She stapled the papers together, tucking them into Dean’s file.

“Now it says here your prior officer in Ohio, uh…” She paused as she looked for the officer’s name.

“Officer Regal.” He supplied.

“Ah yes, here we are. Officer Regal. It says he went through the expectations, but just to make sure nothing slipped through the cracks, I’m going to go over it again. Eases my mind.” She explained with a smile.

“Of course.” He nodded.

Kat went over the conditions of Dean’s parole, which were fairly typical. Curfew, travel restrictions, things Dean was prohibited to do or own. She went over how to report change in address or job. It was the same spiel she’d given her whole career, with only a few variations from crime to crime.

“Any questions?” She concluded.

“No, ma’am.” He shook his head.

She slid a copy of her business card across her desk towards him. “There’s how to get a hold of me if you need anything or have a question. If you get into any legal trouble I will find out, but both of our lives will be easier if you call me first.”

“Understood, but that shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Well, I hope not. Even still, I tell that to everyone.” She told him with a polite smile.

Kat woke up with a soft groan at being pulled out of a peaceful slumber. The two arms wrapped around her, one below and one over her waist, both tightened, pulling her backwards into the strong chest. She smiled at the motion but didn’t open her eyes yet. She loved waking up in his arms. She never felt more safe than when she was wrapped up in Dean.

“G’mornin’.” He grumbled into her ear, nuzzling her neck. Her smile widened as she squirmed against him, his beard tickling her.

“Morning.” She mumbled back. “I was dreaming ‘bout you.”

“Mmm,” Dean hummed, the sound vibrating through his chest. “What about?” He asked suggestively as he ran his hand down her torso until he reached the sliver of skin between her sleep shirt and panties, stroking the bare skin.

“Day we met.” She answered, ignoring his implication.

“Real version or,” Dean pressed his hips against her, fingers dancing along the waistband of the panties she wore. “Our version?”

She scoffed and batted at his hand. “Real version.” Even though she was playing hard to get - as if he didn’t already have her - she couldn’t deny the heat that grew in her belly at Dean’s question. The two had role-played their own version of that first meeting many times, sometimes with Kat as the hard ass, domineering parole officer who threatened to write him up unless he did exactly as she said and sometimes with Dean as the asshole, “won’t take no for an answer” criminal, but all with the same satisfying outcome for both.

“Bummer.” Dean hummed against her skin, making her giggle. “I like ours better.”

“What time is it?” She asked, still not wanting to open her eyes.

“Who cares?” Dean whispered, his breath tickling her ear as he pushed his luck a bit more, slipping his fingers into her waistband.

“Dean,” she whined, wiggling in a lame attempt to escape him. The low growl from Dean let her know the wiggle did nothing but spur him on. “I’ve got appointments this morning.”

“Fuck ‘em.” He hissed, fingers slipping lower. “We got ‘til the alarm.”

“Dean.” She whined again, this time a begging, keening whine as she rolled her hips back into his growing erection. She knew he was right, they had time.

“That’s more like it, doll.” She could hear the smug grin in his voice, let alone feel it against her skin. He kissed her neck and shoulder as he slipped his fingers between her lips, easily finding her clit.

She gasped, gripping his forearm as he rubbed lazy circles on her bundle of nerves. “You’re such a stereotype.” She scolded him, her voice no longer rough with sleep but breathy with arousal.

“Hmm? What stereotype is that?” He hummed, keeping his leisurely pace as she rolled her hips against his hand. Their closeness meant that she was also grinding against his cock as she searched for more pressure.

“Horny convict.” She muttered with a grin.

“I could stop.” He sang, his tone warning.

“Don’t stop.” She urged, gripping his arm tighter.

Dean laughed, satisfied that he already had her so desperate. “Such a spoiled princess. Eyes aren’t even open yet and you’re making demands.”

Kat looked over her shoulder, turning her head towards him and slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the early morning light spilling through the curtains. Dean looked down at her, her eyelids heavy with sleep, pupils blown with desire, lips parted as she panted for breath. He could hardly believe how lucky he was to wake up next to a masterpiece like her.

“There she is.” He praised, leaning down to kiss her. The kiss was as lazy as his fingers, tongue probing into her mouth slowly. She curled her tongue against his, whimpering into his mouth.

Dean’s fingers roamed lower prompting Kat to lift her leg, bending it at the knee to give him better access. Dean moaned appreciatively, unsurprised to find she was already wet and ready for him to easily slip his middle finger nice and deep into her.

She whined at the intrusion, her hips stilling as she squeezed his arm. She kissed him with more urgency as he moved his finger in and out, feeling her walls flutter around him. A few pumps and he added a second finger.

“God, Dean.” She whimpered, pulling away from his lips to catch her breath.

“One of us is here, I don’t know about the other guy.” He teased as he curled his fingers inside her, searching for the spot that would drive her crazy. He knew he’d found it as her breath hitched, hips bucking.

“That’s it, kitten.” He purred, unable to resist the urge to grind against her. “You like that?”

“Uh-huh.” She breathed shakily, nodding. She released his arm, moving to grip his hip instead. He could feel her nails digging into his skin even through his boxers, making him growl.

His thumb found her clit again, rubbing back and forth over the nub until she was reduced to a shaking mess of whimpers and stuttered breaths in his arms.

Her shaking hand reached between them, gripping his hard cock. She tried to stroke him, the angle working against her as she tried to twist her arm to the right angle to touch him.

“Is that what you want?” He asked, nipping her ear. “You want me to bury my hard cock deep inside you?”

“Yessss-” She hissed, nodding emphatically. She gave up trying to stroke him, clawing instead at his boxers. She managed to barely slide them down his hips even as he lifted himself off the bed. She huffed in frustration as they caught on his erection.

“My fingers aren’t enough? Need my thick cock instead?” He continued teasing.

“Pl-ease.” She moaned, breath hitching.

Dean chuckled, reluctantly pulling his hand away from her heat to help pull his boxers down to his thighs. Kat whined at the loss but took the opportunity to shimmy her panties off. She started to turn towards him but Dean stilled her with a strong hand on her hip.

“No, just like this.” He murmured, pressing up against her back again. The arm below her held her tight to his chest as he lifted her leg over his hip, stroking at her inner thigh once it was in position.

“Dean, please.” She begged, pushing her ass against him.

“Shhh, ‘m right here.” He pacified as he lined himself up. Their matching moans echoed through the room as he entered her slick heat. He moved his hand to her hip, holding her steady as he began to thrust, a slow, steady rhythm that matched the pace of the morning.

Kat gripped at his hand, rolling her body in time with the movement of his hips. Dean buried his face into her neck, inhaling deeply and letting the scent of her sweat-slicked skin surround him.

“Don’t stop.” She begged, moving his hand up to her chest, under her shirt. He took the note, groping at her breast.

“Never.” He panted, sealing his promise with a bite to her collar bone. Kat cried out, toes curling as she felt that coil in her stomach begin tightening. Her hand left his to bury itself between her legs, rubbing at her clit in tandem with his thrusts.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He growled, looking down her body and seeing her pleasuring herself. The sight made his stomach flip. He deftly rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching it the way he knew would drive her crazy. He knew, with all the different stimulations, that she wouldn't last much longer.

“Shit…” She whimpered under her breath, the first sign to Dean that she was creeping up on her orgasm. She began a mantra of whispered curses with his name mixed in as she sped towards that knife’s edge.

“That’s it kitten.” He encouraged, leaning down to kiss and lick at her neck. He nibbled softly at her skin, tasting the salt of her sweat.

“H-harder.” She begged and stuttered, body shaking under him. She sped up her own motions, rubbing her clit faster as she felt herself about come undone. She moaned loudly as Dean’s hips started snapping forward more forcefully, the lazy pace being abandoned as they chased their pleasure. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed through the bedroom.

“So tight.” He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he willed himself to hold out until she came. If he could just hold out a bit longer- he could already feel her pulsing around him.

“I… I’m…” She tried to warn, her breath catching each time he thrust deep and hard into her. She couldn’t manage the words, her body starting to seize up.

“Let it go.” He growled through gritted teeth, thrusting erratically. “‘M right there.”

Kat threw her head back, squeezing her eyes shut tightly as her orgasm wracked through her whole body down to her toes. She screamed Dean’s name, shuddering in his arms as her walls convulsed around him. Dean groaned loudly in her ear as the pulsing tipped him over the edge, spilling deep inside of her.

Too soon, the intense pleasure made way to the ecstatic post-haze, both of them panting to catch their breath from their exertion.

“I love you.” He breathed, pressing a kiss to the bite mark that had formed on her collar.

“Love you, too.” She replied, tapping him on the hip with a shaky hand. He pulled out of her, both of them groaning softly - Dean at the loss of her warmth, Kat as he moved against her over sensitive nerves. Her toes curled as she felt his seed spilling out of her, dripping down her thigh.

She rolled over, burying her head against his broad, defined chest. Dean hugged her tightly, knowing she liked to be held close after sex, no matter how or where it happened. Hard, fast, rough and punishing or slow, lazy lovemaking. Bed, shower, counter, the car. She liked to be squeezed to him. She clung to him as she came down from her high, breathing in his musk.

They laid like that as the sun rose higher in the sky, more and more light sneaking into the room through the curtains. Kat was nearly asleep when the alarm on her phone chimed.

“Them’s the breaks, Kat.” Dean told her, patting her twice on the ass before reaching for her phone to silence the alarm.

She groaned and reluctantly pulled away from him, rolling away to collect herself for a few deep breaths. Dean watched her, taking in her chest heaving with each breath. He let his eyes trail down her profile. Her tummy sneaking out under her shirt they’d never gotten around to taking off, her bare hip, her long legs.

“Get up, kitten. You need to shower before work.” He told her. As much as he’d like to know she was still covered in his cum as she dealt with all her parolees, almost like staking his claim, he couldn’t imagine it would be very comfortable for her.

She groaned as she sat up, stretching. “And what about you?” She asked, looking at him over her shoulder.

“Mrs. Souriol is on vacation this week.” He reminded her, sitting up in bed. “No one to train until 10:30.”

“Lucky asshole.” She grumbled, forcing herself to stand. She inhaled sharply at the persistent ache in her core, a satisfied grin painted her face as she dragged her feet towards her ensuite.

Dean watched her go with his own smug smile. He recognized that look and was proud to have brought it out of her. Once he heard the shower start, he slipped his boxers back on to start on breakfast for both of them.

#dean ambrose imagine #dean ambrose smut #Dean ambrose fic #dean ambrose fan fic #dean ambrose fan fiction #dean ambrose x oc #glow: parole!Dean #glowrious writings #here's hoping I'm not purged for this

[wrestlersownmyheart]

Closer Than You Think Prologue/Chapter 1 (Dean Ambrose X OC)

Keep in mind with this story that it's a bit of a reimagining, sort of a "what if" scenario if you will. What I mean is... the Shield never broke up nor did Dean evolve into Moxley and join AEW. In my perfect world he stayed with Seth and Roman.

With that being said, I give you Closer Than You Think!

Title: Closer Than You Think Pairing: Dean Ambrose X OC: Shannon Brock Summary: When a serial killer claims a number of victims including NXT wrestler, Shannon Brock's cousin, she vows to find the killer after she is bumped to RAW from NXT. Her cousin's lover, AJ Styles, appoints himself and the Shield—Dean Ambrose, Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns—as her bodyguards.

Dean takes the task very seriously and doesn't let Shannon out of his sight, despite the game of cat and mouse they play with the killer. Can he keep her safe, or will the killer claim his ultimate victim?

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. Content/Trigger Warnings: Extreme Violence against women; murder

Prologue/Chapter 1

Evil Is Born…

"When this monster entered my brain, I will never know, but it is here to stay. How does one cure himself? I can't stop it, the monster goes on, and hurts me as well as society…"

~Dennis Rader (BTK Killer)~

Being born was the biggest mistake I ever made.

I learned very soon in life that my mother never really wanted me. She reminded me all the time how she wanted a little girl but was instead stuck with a boy.

Things got worse when she left my dad. He took everything out on me. He was drunk every day of his life. And I was beaten every day of mine.

By the time I hit my teen years, I was completely filled with rage. I didn't know how to deal with it, so I did what many people in my situation end up doing. I would pick fights at school and bullied younger, smaller kids. This would result in my getting sent to the principal's office many times over. This brought about more beatings, of course. And I would grow even angrier. But there wasn't much I could do about it, except to bully some more. It was a vicious circle.

My dad died in a drunken car accident soon after I turned eighteen. I was finally free.

But not for very long.

After my dad was killed, I was glad to live on my own. Omaha suddenly became more peaceful to me. Quiet. I could do as I pleased. However, I only had about two years of freedom before sheer hell came on me slow and easy.

I met the woman I would marry. Her name was Debra. I met her one evening at the bowling alley where I worked. I can't believe how quickly I fell for her. She was beautiful. She had long, dark hair. Her ivory complexion accentuated her big, pale blue eyes. She was slender, but had curves in all the right places. She was the most sweet, and loving girl I'd ever met.

Debra just seemed like a dream. I thought I'd found the one woman who would show me that not all females were like my mother; selfish and manipulative. Instead, I had married a girl who was as manipulative as they come.

Soon after our wedding, her true colors came through. She cheated on me, and wanted to control everything. The money, the house, what cars we bought...everything. She was verbally abusive for the first several years of our marriage. And when she saw she could get away with it, she became physically abusive as well. She started out just slapping me. But then she graduated to punches and throwing hard objects at me. I wanted to hit her. I really did. But I knew I'd end up in jail, because who would believe such a beautiful, angelic-looking woman was abusing me? I wasn't going to end up in prison because of her.

Looking back, I should have just left her. But I didn't. I put up with her for five years. Why? I honestly don't know. I wish I did.

All I do know is I had a new rage building up in me. And I couldn't bully kids to soothe it away anymore. So, I found another way of unleashing my rage. I began preying on stray animals, and lost pets. I would collect them, take them out to the woods behind my house and torture them. It felt good to make something feel the pain and anguish I felt nearly every day of my life. The little creatures had it easy though. Their torture and pain only lasted minutes. I was enduring a lifetime of it. Soon, I ran out of victims. It seemed as though I had cleaned the neighborhood of strays, and caused the owners of their lost, beloved pets to lose hope. I even put the animal patrol officer out of business for the summer.

One night, I'd finally had enough. We were arguing about money, as usual, when she let loose and kicked me in the balls. I fell to the floor gagging in misery. I took the abuse as I always did, but in my head I was already planning.

I was going to kill my wife.

Over the next month, I added enough cash to my secret savings to get fake IDs, a used car under my new name, hair dye, and anything else I needed to make a clean get-away. I just needed to figure out how I would kill her. It had to be flawless.

I went out to the garage to think up the rest of my plan. I knew the time of my retribution was very near, and it seemed to ignite my fury. I was so angry just thinking over my sham of a marriage. I knew I wanted to do the most painful thing I could to Debra.

My eyes fell on some rope and picked it up, planning to tie her up with it. As my hand latched onto it, however, a roll of barbed wire tumbled to the cement, and I froze.

Barbed wire—even better.

I picked the spool up instead and realized then that I would have to work fast in order to tie Debra up. I figured, what with being bigger and stronger than she was, it shouldn't be difficult to accomplish. I smiled when I imagined the look on her face when she saw what I had in store for her. I had just finished polishing up the plans in my mind when I heard Debra's voice behind me.

"Dinner is read—Hey, what are you doing with that barbed—"

SMACK.

I spun around, slapping her right across the mouth. She fell to the concrete almost silently, too stunned to react. She just lay there sobbing quietly and holding her mouth. Then she seemed to get control of her pain and fear, and glared up at me.

"Never thought I'd hit you, huh," I taunted her. I moved fast and had the razor-sharp wire around her wrists in mere seconds. Reaching upward, I grabbed some wire cutters from a worktable, and trimmed it. She whimpered then as I pulled her to her feet, dragging her into the house through the kitchen.

I grabbed a knife off of the tiled counter top. Then I pushed Debra down to the floor. I could see by the trembling of her body, she was too frightened to run.

"Don't speak," I whispered to her. "Or I'll kill you slowly. I never want to hear your obnoxious, evil voice again. Am I clear? Nod if you understand."

A mixture of fire and fury shown in her gray eyes and she glared disdainfully at me. "You're not man enough to kill me," she growled at me as a small stream of blood dribbled out the corner of her mouth. She tried to free herself from the barbed wire, but discovered it was far too painful to struggle with.

"Oh, I am," I smiled at her. "Trust me. And I told you not to speak."

Fear replaced her fury once more as realization crossed her pretty features.

She cowered in the corner, and was unable to force down the sob that erupted from her lips. I stepped over to her and didn't hesitate in slashing up her face. She cried out and put her hands up to protect herself, which didn't stop me. It just angered me even more. I drove the knife right through one of her hands and twisted it. The sound emitting from her was like nothing on this earth. Finally feeling a little bit of relief I grinned.

"That hurts, huh?"

I then slit her throat deliberately slowly with the knife. But before she was able to die, I then, inch by excruciating inch, pressed the knife into her stomach and ripped it upward, savoring the sound of her flesh tearing and her crimson blood splashing onto the floor.

Finally I was free. I could start over.

Quickly, I washed off the knife and took it upstairs with me where my bag had been packed and hidden in the back of the closet. I shoved the murder weapon into the bag to dispose of later. I wanted to get the thing as far from the crime scene as possible.

Changing into a clean pair of jeans and black polo shirt, I tossed my dirty clothes into the bag to discard at another time and place as well. Looking around one last time, I hurried out the back door and headed into the woods. I'd parked my secret car about a mile from the house.

In about twenty minutes I'd be out of here for good. I felt a huge smile spread across my face as I thought of how well my plan had worked so far. I hoped the cops would assume I'd been taken somewhere and killed. Turning into a cold case would be perfect.

When I reached the vehicle, I tossed my bag in the trunk and got in the car. I grabbed the map I'd stashed in the glove compartment and plotted out a route to Albany, New York.

Why Albany?

I'd never been to Albany before. Never mentioned the place in my life. And I needed to be random in choosing my destination just in case the authorities were on my tail. I also planned on being frugal with my funds for a while. If I was discovered, I needed to be prepared. I wanted to be able to get up and leave in a moment's notice if I needed to. But I wasn't complaining. I was finally free. I was going to live life to the fullest.

And I did for a while.

Until my pesky little need to inflict pain on the female population returned, that is.

About a year had passed since I killed my wife. I was beginning to feel angry again—irrationally angry. The wrath I thought I'd finally buried, still consumed me. It had always been there, just under the surface. I needed to find yet another way to deal with it. I wanted to punish my wife all over again. But, of course, I couldn't because she was dead—long dead.

Nonetheless, the idea of retribution soaked up my every thought, and I was desperate to do something about it. I had an epiphany then, it all become so clear in my mind.

What difference did it make if I took my revenge out on my wife, or just women in general? Women were all the same anyway! They all deserved the torture I so utterly wanted to bestow on them.

I came up with a plan one night when I was flipping channels on my television and came across a wrestling program. I watched as two scantily clad women scuffled and frolicked around in the ring, completely for the men's benefit. I was repulsed as their breasts all but fell out of their tops.

And then it hit me—this was it!

I wanted to hurt any promiscuous, strong-willed woman and make them pay, because that's what I hated in my wife. Women had to always rely on a man to take care of them but yet treated them like dirt. They were manipulative horrible creatures, and they had to pay for it.

As I watched the two female wrestlers, I realized they were truly no better than Debra. Or even my mother. Their beauty was only on the outside, and they used their looks ruthlessly. They were doing nothing for society, unlike what I planned to do for the world. I would dedicate my life to ridding the world of their filth.

One whore at a time.

And what better place to start than in the wrestling industry? There were plenty of trashy women to slaughter.

I just had to find my way in...

And I did. I learned everything I could about the wrestling business. Then I entered into a school and learned to wrestle and how to referee. I even covered all my bases and worked with ring crews to set up wrestling rings and stages in arenas.

Thanks to all my training and preparations, I soon met my next victim—a young blond student wrestler. She wanted to sleep with me one night, so I obliged her. Right before I slashed her throat. I discovered sex was another way to dominate women. They had NO control over what I did to them. But I discovered one little problem.

You see, part of me wanted to rid the world of filth—and I still do. But I have to take care of my own needs first.

I find the idea of reenacting the killing of my wife to be very therapeutic. But if I want to feel as though I am indeed killing her again—over and over— I need women who resembles her physically as well as in her actions.

I need dark-haired women.

Blondes and redheads are not going to work.

At least they won't for now. Their time will come though.

I have my eye on the perfect girl right now. She is the spitting image of my burden. But I need to experiment with my craft first.

This is my art.

And art takes practice...

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[wrestlewriting]

I have this super awesome multi-chapter old Dean story I wrote so long ago

And the more I watch him now

The more I wish I had it more completed to put up

Because I just wanna make stories for him more and more lately

#dean ambrose fan fic #writer woes

[claymorexpunisher]

Poppin' The Question-Ch.10/10 (Werewolf!Shield) (18+ Shipfic) (Repost)

Summary: Can y'all tell I love me some MoxReigns? 😂 Unfortunately I think this is the last chapter in this fic. I just feel myself losing interest in it and I'm sure it shows in the lack of updates and maybe even in the quality. So, I think it's time to give it up. It'll definitely NOT be my last Shield work though! Thanks for reading and sticking with me. Hope you enjoy! (10/14/2018)

Tags: 18+, M/M, smut, fluff, angst, angst with a happy ending, hair-pulling, daddy kink, marking.

Word Count: 17,916

''Why's he look so upset?'' Jon asked Seth backstage, frowning at the uncomfortable look on Roman's face until his eyes landed on the noticeable bulge in the man's gear.

''Were you messin' with him again?'' Jon asked, now beginning to smirk.

Seth chuckled, giving Jon an affirmative nod. ''Yeah...you were having some lunch so I thought he and I would have some fun.''

" Thanks for the invite," Jon quipped sarcastically with a fake scowl before he pulled Seth to him by his shoulders.

—————

Roman eyes scanned out the windows of their rental as Jon palmed him through his sweats from the backseat.

''What's 'a matter? Getting shy on us all of a sudden?'' Jon chuckled, moving his hand up Roman's thigh as the other man let out shaky breaths.

''Nah. Just wondering when we'll get there." Roman smiled and blushed as the other men laughed at how poorly Roman concealed his impatience.

Roman shifted against his seat, trying to make himself more comfortable but he failed miserably.

His whole body felt like it had been set aflame and they hadn't even reached the hotel yet.

Suddenly an idea sprang into Jon's mind, and he pushed Roman's sweats down far enough for Roman's painfully hard cock to spring out of them.

Jon chuckled at the sound of Roman cursing under his breath.

''This ok?'' He asked Roman, wanting to make sure he was still on board with what was happening.

Roman nodded his head in a jerky motion, watching Jon's every move.

Jon gave him a smile and leaned down, taking Roman's cock into his firm grip and ghosting his tongue over the base of it.

When Roman's hips bucked, Jon quickly jerked his head back and chuckled as Roman let out a disappointed yet lust-filled groan.

At the sound, Seth tried his damnedest not to peer through the rear view, so as not to crash.

''Fuck you both..'' Seth groaned as Jon's teasing and Roman's wanton noises continued.

''Don't worry, you will.'' Jon quipped back at Seth, wicked playfulness coloring his voice.

Roman just smiled at the exchange, already getting some ideas of his own.

Jon and Seth wouldn't know what hit them...

———————

Roman let out a whispered cheer as they finally reached the hotel's parking lot, and he didn't waste any time in dragging Seth and Jon down onto the large bed the second they reached their hotel room.

Roman's lips moved eagerly against Jon's, moaning into his mouth as Seth busied himself with kissing Roman's neck just as eagerly and he let his hands roam underneath Roman's shirt from behind.

''Take this off,'' Seth said, and he quickly discarded Roman's shirt and he ran his hands along the taut muscles of Roman's back, his lips following suit.

Roman's body erupted in goosebumps, and he momentarily pulled his mouth away from Jon's, smirking as he ground his hips against his, delighted in the groans coming from the ginger.

''I kinda missed this. Me being in charge again,'' Roman panted, winking down at Jon.

''Thank, God...'' Jon groaned in relief.

It had been a minute since Roman took charge, so this was a nice breath of fresh air.

He enjoyed following their orders and pleasing them but, he found himself missing the other ways he could please them and himself.

Roman's eyes shone bright as he whispered something in Jon's ear making the man smile before they quickly disposed of all of their clothes, leaving them exposed to the chilled air of their room.

Pretty soon neither of them felt the coldness as their heated bodies writhed wildly against the crisp white sheets, eyes bright and golden with desire and their canines in full display.

Fingers clawed at the sheets and wanton moans bounced off the hotel room walls, and all three men found themselves that much closer to their climax.

Jon gasped harshly as Roman entered him with ease and they quickly found a slow rhythm that suited them both.

Seth licked his lips as he watched his boyfriends beginning to move as one.

He never got tired of watching them together.

A hint of an approving smirk played on Seth's lips as he watched Roman grip Jon's shoulders for leverage, making Jon shut his eyes tightly.

''Chase it...c'mon...'' Roman muttered huskily at Jon.

Roman smiled, nodding encouragingly even though Jon couldn't see him, as Jon did as he was told with enthusiasm, driving Roman deeper inside him.

''That's it, baby. Keep going...'' he said to Jon, keeping a firm grip on the man's shoulders.

In a show of dominance, Roman used one of his large hands to press Jon firmly onto the bed.

Roman once again took over and was spurred on by Jon's slurred words of praise.

Reflexively, Roman's nostrils flared, taking in the scents of Jon and Seth's arousal.

The smell was intoxicating, and it clouded Roman's thoughts, making his claws spring out to make their mark on the tender flesh of Jon's lower back and hips.

The sting of Roman's actions of ownership didn't leave Jon flinching though.

It left the ginger shuddering and cursing in surprise as an orgasm completely overtook him, cock completely untouched.

''Holy shit...'' Seth whispered, letting out a chuckle filled with delighted surprise.

Roman hadn't even reached his own climax yet, but he already felt a curl of satisfaction settle in his chest, making it puff up in male bravado.

''That's new. You alright, babe?'' He asked Jon with a hint of laughter in his voice.

He dropped a soft kiss on Jon's heaving back and pulled out of the man carefully, now settling next to him.

''Yeah...yeah, I'm good. Just gimme a sec,'' Jon panted, blinking hard as he slowly came back down from his intense high.

Roman assessed the small, crimson scratches along the skin of Jon's back and hip and began tending to them with Seth before any of them went any further.

''Coming untouched is certainly a new one...me next?'' Seth batted his lashes jokingly at Roman, and Roman gave him a bright smile.

''Ah, see, I dunno if I can do that again...but I'mma have fun tryin', though!'' Roman said following his words with a hearty laugh as he finished up with tending to Jon before he turned his lust onto Seth, much to Seth's delight...

(Prev. Chapter)

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[missymoxy]

Whiskey Lullaby

PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS!

Pairing: Jon Moxley x OFC

Genre/Warnings: Angst, suicide, character death, alcohol abuse.

Words: 3.8k

Summary: If you love someone, set them free.That's exactly what Emily did. She set Jon Moxley free from their toxic relationship. She left him before they destroyed each other. She went away because she loved him too much. But Emily didn't know that this would end up being her biggest mistake and that her actions would end up destroying what mattered the most.

A/N: This fic was inspired on the song "Whiskey Lullaby" by Brad Paisey feat. Alison Krauss. This was my first fic ever; I hope you like it. If you do, please let me know. I'm looking forward to hear (read) your thoughts on this.

She was running around the room, packing her bags, praying to God that she could pack and leave before he got home from the bar, where he seemed to spend all his free time these days. It was a coward move, she knew that. Leaving and ending a four-year relationship without even telling him in person, but she couldn't see him. She knew that at the moment she looked into his beautiful blue eyes, they would suck her in like always and make it impossible to tell him all that she needed to say.

It wasn't totally unexpected, it wasn't like their relationship was perfect and she was leaving out of the blue. No, on the contrary, the only thing they did was fight all the time, screaming and throwing things at each other. They were toxic together.

It wasn't like she didn't love him either. Lord knows she loved Jon Moxley more than life itself, she would do anything for that man. But she had to leave. It was the best for both of them.

She knew that he would hate her, she knew that he would never want to see her again. After all, she was breaking her promise that she would be by his side forever, she wasn't better than his mother, after all, she was abandoning him just like she did.

Part of her thought that she was making a mistake by leaving, but a bigger part knew that it was the best. She was sure that after a while Jon wouldn't even remember her. He loved her, she knew he did, but he loved drinking more. When he was sober, he was the best boyfriend in the world, but the whiskey made him do things that she could never forgive.

He would find another girl, she knew he would. After all, it was impossible for a man with his looks to be alone, he was the most handsome man she had ever seen in her entire life. Everything about him was perfect, his unruly dirty-blonde hair, his striking blue eyes and the adorable dimples that would appear on his face whenever he smiled.

But behind his perfect outside there was a broken soul. A soul that she tried to fix over and over again, but he never let her in. Maybe he didn't need fixing, maybe when the right person came, he would truly be happy and his broken pieces would glue back together. Maybe she just wasn't the right person for him.

She zipped her bag, left the letter she wrote to him in his pillow and headed to the door. She opened the door and looked back, one last time, to the house where she lived the happiest years of her life. She chose to focus only on the good that happened there, she chose to focus on a time where they promised each other that it would always be them against the world.

Emily felt a tear on her cheek as she left and closed the door behind her, hoping she'd made the right choice.

x.X.x

When he got home, all the lights were off. It was strange because Emily hated the dark, it had something to do with her childhood. The only time when she was okay with it was when she was in his arms. And he loved having her in his arms, it was his piece of heaven in a world of hell.

He knew that he didn't deserve her, he knew that she was too pure for a piece of shit like him. He should let her go, but Jon Moxley was a selfish man.

His heart was pounding in his chest as he made his way to their bedroom. It was nothing, he told himself, maybe she just fell asleep without turning the light on. He knew she was exhausted, working two jobs, trying to make the ends meet while he followed his dream of being a professional wrestler.

And how did he pay her? By spending his nights at the bar, getting shitfaced and then coming home and picking fights with her. He really was a worthless piece of shit.

When he got to the bedroom and turned the light on, his heart stopped beating for a few seconds. She wasn't there, the bed was made and everything was in place. Maybe she was working a second shift, he tried to convince himself, but there was a feeling at the bottom of his heart that told him that wasn't the case.

Especially when he saw a neatly folded paper, on the top of his pillow, with his name on top. He grabbed it with shaky hands and felt his whole world stop when he saw what was written.

Dear Jon,

As you probably realized by now I left, and I'm not coming back. I apologize for not being woman enough to say it to your face, I'm sorry for taking the "easy" way out and leaving you a letter instead of facing you.

The truth is that if I hadn't left before you came home, I would've stayed because I wouldn't be able to look into your eyes and see the pain that I'd caused.

I left because we were bad for each other. All the fights and screaming that we had were beginning to take a toll on both of us. We weren't healthy for each other. You know better than anyone that when we were good it was great, but when it was bad it was awful. We were killing each other slowly on the inside.

I love you. Please don't think I'm doing this because I don't love you anymore, that couldn't be further away from the truth. I'm leaving because I love you too much. You know, I always thought we would get married, have children and grow old together. But God works mysterious ways.

By now you must be thinking that I'm just a selfish bitch who cares about nothing but herself, please know that I'm doing this for both of us, it may not seem that way right now, because you are hurting, but I'm confident that in the future you'll realize that me leaving was the best thing that could've ever happened to you.

I hope you find someone new because someone as handsome as you shouldn't be alone. Seriously, I hope you'll find a girl who'll rock your world and make you the happiest man on earth. I hope you find that person that will make all of your broken pieces glue back together because you deserve it, you deserve the world and the stars and I'm sorry I couldn't give it to you. I just want you to know that I tried, I tried with all that I had but it wasn't enough.

Finally, I hope that you make it big on wrestling, you have talent, passion and everything you need to succeed. I'm looking forward to the day I'll be watching WWE like we did so many times before, and I'll see you come running down that ramp ready to kick ass.

I love you, Jon, I hope you know that. I love you with all my heart, I never thought it was possible to love someone as much as I love you. My heart is yours, and you'll always have it for as long as I live. You are the greatest love of my life and don't you forget that ever.

With Love, Emily.

No!

It couldn't be true.

Emily didn't leave him, she wouldn't do that. He was sure this was just a prank, that's it, just a way to get back at him for everything he'd done. It was just a joke and in no time she would come out from wherever she was hiding and she would laugh at him and then kiss him.

He went to her drawers, positive that he would find all of her belongings and everything would be fine.

But it wasn't.

All of her things were gone, vanished, like they were never there in the first place, all of her traces erased like Emily had been just a ghost, a fragment of his imagination.

He got angry and started throwing things around. She couldn't have left him, she was his and his only. Just like he was hers.

Jon eventually got tired of trashing the room and fell on the bed, her scent hit him like a ton of bricks. He always loved her scent, she smelled like peaches and it was the best smell in the world.

He hugged her pillow to his chest and closed his eyes. For a moment it was like she was there in his arms, but deep inside he knew that he would never hold her like that ever again.

The realization made him do something that he hadn't done in years, not since he was a child, not even when his mother died.

He cried.

He cried like he never had before. He was sobbing, calling her name, hoping that she would listen and came back home, back to him.

But she never did.

x.X.x

Five months had passed and Jon still hadn't heard a word about Emily, he tried everything he could to find her. He called all her friends, showed up at her workplaces, but he found nothing. It was like she'd disappeared from the face of the earth.

He couldn't deal with the pain anymore, it was worse than anything he'd ever faced in the ring. Hell, he'd rather fight on top of broken glass every night for the rest of his life than to live another day without Emily.

He tried to hate her, but how can you hate the greatest love of your life?

The worse though, was that he couldn't seem to forget her. He would get so drunk that he didn't remember his own name, but he always remembered her. Her face, her voice, her laugh, everything about her was carved so deep in his soul that nothing could erase it.

He was at the bar, drinking whiskey, getting drunk like he always did every day since she left him. He lost everything. His job, since he stopped showing up to the shows and when he did he was drunk out off his ass; he lost his friends, the only one who was around these days was Sami - who would still show at his house trying to help him. But he couldn't, no one could.

Tonight was more painful than the others, tonight was the night of Jon and Emily's fifth anniversary. This was the night he was going to propose to her, he'd already bought the ring and everything but now she wasn't here. He had nothing left.

"Another one," he asked the bartender raising his empty glass.

"I don't think so man, you drank enough."

"I didn't ask you if I had enough, I asked you for a fucking whiskey," he slurred grabbing the bartender by his shirt. "Now give me another one, before I shove your teeth down your throat."

The bartender shoved him. "Get the hell out of here before I call the police."

"Whatever man, fuck you!" He put some cash on the counter, got up and started walking towards the door. "I don't need it anyway, I have my stuff at home."

Jon stumbled on his way home, luckily this was one of the few days he was sober enough to know where he lived.

When he got home, he went straight to the cabinet where he stashed his drinks and grabbed a bottle of Jack.

"Now we're talking," he said, opening it and drinking it straight from the bottle.

Half of the bottle later and he could still remember her, he could still remember the way she smiled and her eyes sparkled whenever he told her he loved her.

He didn't want that, he just wanted to forget. He didn't want to remember how his heart raced whenever they kissed, he didn't want to remember that she made him feel fucking butterflies in his stomach every time she said she loved him. He just wanted to get her off his mind.

He tried to drink his pain away, but it seemed impossible. Every single day his pain was getting bigger and bigger. He didn't have the strength to fight anymore, he just wanted to stop the pain.

After drinking the whole bottle he grabbed another one and went to their room. The room where they made love so many times, he missed running his hands down her body, hearing Emily moan his name, he missed the way she completed him.

The pain was unbearable, he didn't want to live with it anymore, so he wrote a note to whoever would find him, grabbed a bottle of painkillers that he had from when he had an injury and took them all while drinking his whiskey.

Then it happened, he saw her, she was there lying next to him. Emily smiled and kissed him and then he heard it, the words he'd been longing to hear ever since she left.

"I love you, Jon.

x.X.x

Sami was worried about Jon. Ever since Emily left, he wasn't the same. How could he be, when the love of his life left him without even saying it to his face.

Jon was his best friend, his brother, but Sami also understood Emily's side. The girl was hopelessly in love with Mox and nobody could deny it, she did what she thought was better for them.

He walked to Jon's house, knowing he would find him with a hangover from hell or most likely still drunk from last night. Most people gave up on him, but he couldn't, he would never give up on Jon, they were brothers and he would do whatever it took to help him.

When he got there, he saw that the door was unlocked. Sami wasn't surprised, these days Jon barely remembered his own name much less remembered to lock the door. He went inside and walked straight to Jon's bedroom, he'd most likely be passed out in bed.

He found him lying on the bed with his face down in the pillow.

Something shiny caught his eye, it looked like an engagement ring, it was on the bed next to Jon on top of a note. He picked the note and felt his blood run cold when he read it.

To the person who found me (probably Sami),

I can't do this anymore, ever since Emily left I feel like there's a part of me missing. I'm not strong enough to deal with this shit.

Goodbye Sami, you were the best friend anyone could have. I was lucky to be able to call you my friend, my brother.

If you ever see Emily again give her this ring, I had bought it before she left and I was going to propose to her tonight, but now she's gone.

Tell her I'll love her till I die.

Jon Moxley  

x.X.x

Emily was back in town.

Today marked a month of Jon's death. She already knew what happened, a friend who'd she still maintained contact with had told her he passed away.

At first, she couldn't believe it, she thought it was some sick joke, she even thought that maybe Jon came up with that to get back at her for leaving him.

Never in a million years, she would have thought the man she loved would take his life because of what she did. It was her fault. She killed Jon. She didn't "pull the trigger", but she "loaded the gun". And she would never forgive herself because of that.

Leaving Jon was the worst decision she'd ever made in her entire life. She started drinking to cope with the pain she was feeling, first little by little then enough to make her pass out. She hid it well though, no one in her new town even suspected she was an alcoholic with a broken heart. She would only drink alone at her new apartment, sometimes she would take pills too, some antidepressants, anything to numb the pain she was feeling. She never returned to Jon because she hoped he'd move on with his life, she never thought he was as broken as her.

Emily was at the cemetery, she had to talk to him, even if he couldn't listen. She hoped he did, she was always a believer in life after death. Jon used to make fun of her, telling her that if he died first, he would haunt her so that she knew if ghosts really existed or not.

She found his grave beneath a big willow. It was peaceful, just like he would've wanted. Emily sat on the grass in front of his headstone and took a small bottle from her purse and took a sip, cringing as the alcohol burned her throat.

Funny, she and Jon fought so much because of his drinking habits and now she was heading down the same path. But she had to, because sometimes when she drank enough, she'd see him again. His blue eyes looking at her like she was the only thing in the world and his trademark smirk that make her feel all kinds of things inside.

"I'm sorry Jon, it's all my fault."

She laid down on the grass with tears streaming down her cheeks, sobbing so hard that she could barely breathe. All the while drinking, hoping she'd drink enough to see him again.

"There's nothing I wouldn't do to have a chance to go back in time and stay with you instead of leaving like a coward."

"Emily!" She jumped hearing a male voice call her name. Emily got up and wiped her tears.

"Sami?" She looked at the black haired man.

"Haven't seen you in a while. " He opened his arms and Emily buried her face in his chest crying.

"I'm so sorry! It was all my fault, " she sobbed.

He pulled back just enough to look at her face and wiped her tears with his thumbs.

"Hey, it was not your fault. You hear me?" Emily looked down and Sami grabbed her chin. "Look at me, Mox wouldn't want you to blame yourself." He tried to comfort her, but that only made her cry harder.

"He died because of me," she let go of him and sat on the grass, pulling her knees to her chest. "The man I love is dead and I have no one but myself to blame."

"I have something to give you," he said, taking something of his pocket. "Jon left a note asking me to give you this, and I've had it with me all the time hoping I would see you again."

She took the little black box with shaky hands opening it and felt all the air leave her body when she saw the gold diamond ring.

"He'd bought it before you left and was going to give it to you the night he..." He scratched the back of his neck.

"The night he died, it would've been our fifth anniversary," she whispered. "I-I have to go, I'll see you tomorrow." She got up and started leaving.

"Emily wait!"

"Please Sami, I need to be alone right now."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow. I assume you'll be at your old house?"

"Y-Yes," she stuttered. "I still have the key. I'll be there".

"Please take care."

"I will." With that, she ran to her car and took off.

She stopped at a liquor shop and bought two bottles of whiskey, ignoring the weird looks the owner was giving her.

When she got inside the house she and Jon used to share, the memories hit her like a ton of bricks. She remembered times where they were happy, times when they discussed how many children they would have and how their wedding was going to be.

He was going to propose to her and what did she do? Run away like a coward instead of trying to fix their relationship.

She put the ring on her finger and cried harder, she was supposed to be engaged to the love of her life right now. Instead, here she was, drinking like there was no tomorrow and her boyfriend was dead.

She went to their old room, bottle in hand, and fell to her knees when she looked at their bed. The bed where they made love, the bed where he made her his. She missed him so much, she missed how he would run his hands down her body and whispered in her ear that she was the best thing that ever happened to him.

He always thought she was too good for him, but that wasn't true. On the contrary, she was the one who never deserved all the love he gave her.

The pain she felt was unbearable and she missed him beyond words, maybe the best thing she could do was end it all and maybe, just maybe, she would join him wherever he was.

She grabbed the bottle of antidepressants she had in her bag and took his picture out of her wallet. It was from when he won the CZW title, he was so happy, his eyes were sparkling, he had a huge smile on his face, showing the dimples she loved so much. She remembered that night clearly. After celebrating with their friends, they went home and made love all night, only stopping when the sun was already rising. Just before she fell asleep, he whispered in her ear: "Someday, I'm gonna make you my wife."

She lay down in bed and took all the pills from the bottle, swallowing them down with some whiskey, and hold his picture to her chest. After a few minutes, she saw him again, looking at her, smiling with his dimples on full display. He leaned close and kissed her lips.

Then she heard the raspy voice that she missed more than anything in the world.

"I love you darlin'."

That alone was enough to make her heart race one more time like it did so many times before.

Before it finally stopped.

x.X.x

Next morning, Sami found Emily lying in bed, clinging to Jon's picture like her life depended on it.

Deep down he knew this was going to happen. And even though it hurt him, he knew that they couldn't live without each other. Now their pain was gone and they could finally be at peace.

Emily was buried next to Jon beneath the willow. That's what she would've wanted.

They were finally together, just how they belonged.

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Surprise! - Dean Ambrose

Requested?: Yes - by @theworldofotps 

Word Count: 1805

Genre: It’s basically just fluff imo

A/N: Sorry darling, meant to get this done earlier but as always, life got in the way! I know it’s not much but I hope you like it! If you like what you read then please reblog it!

Months and months of work and time spent away from your loved ones was all for this. The moment was finally here. The employee who would be promoted would be announced in the weekly meetings. You were hoping that it was you because you’d worked so hard and for once felt that you deserved it. You had been at the company for a pretty lengthy amount of time and had definitely proven your worth tenfold.

A couple of people had told you that they thought you were a shoo-in for the promotion and you were hoping that they were right. However, there was still a slight nagging of doubt which was heightened by one of your co-workers and you used that term lightly because she didn’t seem to do a damn thing at work except put you down.

It’s as if that’s what she was paid to constantly do. Just keep cutting down at your walls by making snide little comments or childish faces at you like you were still teenagers. Normally you’d shrug her comments and faces off because you were a grown-ass adult but the past week had been rough.

Your boyfriend had been called off to do promo so he wasn’t able to come home for the week and it was becoming harder to shrug the comments and faces off without him. You’d typically vent and rant when you got home and then poke harmless fun at her expense which would take the weight off your shoulders but things had been busy this week as you began putting the finishing touches on your project which would boost your chances at the promotion.

Dean had also been pretty hard to reach and you tried very hard to remember that you both loved each other and you trusted each other but that also became tough when you started missing calls. It was hard enough to know that your boyfriend is not going to be at home but to also not be able to call or video chat with him just made it this week all that much harder.

It’s almost as if you’d been cursed to have essentially one of the worst weeks you’ve had in ages and that was reinforced when your bitchy coworker got the promotion you had worked your ass off for. The frustration just made you want to scream and cry and curse all at the same time but you were too physically and mentally exhausted from the entire week and now all you wanted was to go home, see your dogs and see your boyfriend. You’d knew you were only getting two out of three and to be honest, you were ready to take whatever you got at this point.

You stuck around after the announcement so as not to look like a sore loser and absolute bitch but you were one of the first to leave citing exhaustion which wasn’t entirely a lie, but you mainly did just want to get away from all the fawning over your coworker.

The drive home was an absolute blur and had been done entirely on muscle memory. You opened the door, immediately releasing a breath and dropped your keys into the bowl. In your need to put down your belongings and slip out of your shoes, you didn’t smell the aroma coming out of the kitchen or the pair of crystal blue eyes on you.

“Am I gonna get a hello or what?”

Your head snapped up at the sound of the comforting voice that you had longed to hear for so long. There he stood, leaning against the kitchen door frame with his arms crossed and an amused smile gracing his face. You bounded over the Dean who let out a little grunt as he caught you and brought his arms to wrap you in his warmth. Just the sound of his voice, the sight of him, the touch of his skin against yours was enough to release the frustration and anger from the past week. Hot tears streaked down your cheeks, dripping into his shirt and it took him to realise that your back wasn’t shaking with laughter as he previously thought but rather with sobs into his chest.

Dean wanted to ask what had happened but he also knew that you’d need a moment to get it all out of your system so he decided against it. He rubbed his hands up and down your back and pressed a couple of kisses into your hair to let you know that he was here for you. As your sobs quietened down and your breathing relaxed a bit more, he pulled you over to the sofa and sat you down in his lap with your arms and legs clung to him like a koala which is your favourite way to cuddle with him.

With your face burrowed into his neck, Dean took the opportunity to ask about what had just happened.

“What’s going on darlin’, I thought you���d be excited to see me!” He wasn’t sure about the joke because it was a bit hit and miss but you seemed to enjoy it, giving a tearful chuckle as you pulled your head up.

“God, I am so happy to see you. It’s just been a long week and I didn’t get the promotion because SHE got it and I’m just exhausted now and I don’t want to talk about it anymore but I missed you so much, baby.” You pressed a kiss on his lips and the feeling was heavenly, it always was regardless of if it had been 10 minutes or a week.

He knew who you meant and he growled at just the thought of her smiling at you as if to rub it in your face even more.  

“I’m sorry you didn’t get it, worked your ass off for it as well. But you’ll get the next one I’m sure of it! Right, now why don’t we go and have dinner?” He smirked because he knew you were surprised he’d made dinner.

Dean wasn’t someone who had a lot of culinary skills and he didn’t really like to cook but he did on occasion do it just for you if you were coming home from a particularly hard day at work. How he knew you had a bad week you weren’t sure but you appreciated the gesture regardless.

“Oh yes, If I don’t eat soon I’m going to get even grumpier and that won’t be fun for either of us!”

He wrapped his hands around your back while you clung tightly to him as he walked both of you into the kitchen. Dinner was eaten pretty fast but cleaning up was a much bigger task when there was two of you. Mainly because Dean loves to fool around and splash water or whip the towel at you. It may take longer but it was a good laugh too so you didn’t mind. Spending time with your boyfriend was something you would never turn down.

Once everything was cleaned up, you both decided to head up and chill in your room rather than the chilly living room. You went into the bathroom to take your makeup off and maybe take a shower when Dean came in and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing kisses into the back of your neck.

“Got a surprise in the bedroom for you baby. Let me know when you’re ready.” With a cheeky wink, he was going back into the bedroom.

With a small smile, you finished up in the bathroom and walked into what seemed to be a rom-com film. Candles were lit and placed around the room and there were some massage oils placed at the foot of the bed and it just looked so romantic. Dean was stood smiling at the foot of the bed with a hand reaching out for you to take.

“Wha- what is all this?” You spoke quietly so as not to ruin the calming atmosphere that filled the room.

He pulled you in close as he replied just as quietly, “it’s a little massage for you. I know it’s been a long week and me being gone hasn’t helped so figured I could make it up to you with a massage.”

“Dean, baby, you don’t have to make up for something that was not in your control but I am not complaining!”

With a wink, he instructed you to strip down to your underwear and lay down in the center of the bed in a comfortable position. He poured some of the oil in his palms and rubbed them together to warm them up and not startle you with the touch of cool fingers.

He began at your neck and shoulders, knowing that was where you tended to hold tension and dug his fingertips and palms in to work out the knots. You groaned with relief as the tension began to melt away with your boyfriends magical touch. He moved lower through your back and towards your bum.

Normally when you or Dean would be giving the other a massage, things would become intimate and sexual pretty fast but it seemed that he knew that you would probably not be in the mood for that and you just needed a restful night. He continued to work knots of tension out of your body until every part of you felt like jelly. Then he disappeared for a moment to turn on the shower to help you wash the oil off.

You both took your time showering as you lathered each other up and rinsed off. Wet kisses were shared and water and soap was splashed as you messed around. It wasn’t long before exhaustion kicked back in though and the warm shower had made you feel all soft and warm and cuddly inside. You wanted nothing more than to get under the covers and cuddle your boyfriend.

Wrapping yourselves up in towels, you dried off before changing into pyjamas which for Dean consisted of underwear and for you it was a ratty old shirt and some pants or underwear depending on what you felt like. Tonight you decided on one of Dean’s old shirts and some underwear.

With that, you both got into bed. You rested your head on his chest as he pulled you in close and the night was spent cuddling and pillow talking about anything and everything. You asked about his promo tour, he asked about work, plans to go out the next day were made and plans to see family were made.

It might seem odd to some but there was nothing you loved more than just spending time with your boyfriend and talking the night away until one or both of you drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

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Caught | SETH ROLLINS

SETH ROLLINS X READER

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REQUESTED - @braunstrowmangirl

Reader is Roman's little sister, who's also Seth Rollin's girlfriend. Something Roman doesn't know until he catches the two kissing

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"I'll call you, babe." I smiled, wrapping my arms around my boyfriend's neck as I leaned in for another kiss, our lips connecting for a few seconds, wishing I could stay this way with him forever.

But I couldn't.

We couldn't

"Better." I heard him reply in a playfully threatening tone, forcing a giggle from my lips.

I nodded, leaning in for one more kiss before mumbling a quiet, "I will," and turning on my heels, making my way towards the elevator.

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"What the fuck..?" Roman said, a growl almost overlapping with the words he spoke as he watched his little sister and his bestfriend standing in the doorway of the hotel room kissing.

I'm going to kill Seth... The protective older brother thought, unaware that the words were also spoken aloud.

Or that his other best friend was right behind him.

"Why?" A curious Dean asked after creeping up behind Roman. "What'd he do this time?" He asked again, peaking for himself after not getting an answer to each of his questions, his fists starting to form into a tight ball after seeing what Roman had been watching. "Not before I kill him." Dean huffed, as he began stomping around the corner he and Roman were using to hide around and into view.

But before he could get too far, Roman was pulling him back, causing Dean to stumble backwards.

"Dude..." A semi clueless Dean said, rubbing at the arm Roman had taken hold of to pull him back. "I thought we was go after Rollins."

"I'm going after Rollins." Roman quickly responded, before adding, "Not you."

"What?" Dean questioned with a gasp, a frown soon forming on his face as he crossed his shooting a look a at Roman. "Is this one of those family things?" He questioned again, soon starting to ramble unaware that Roman wasn't listening. "Cause if it is, that's just wrong. You know that we're brothers, man, so that makes Y|N like a sister to me. And therefore I have a right to go and beat Rollins if I choose to cause were in this together, Roman. Me and y-"

"Shut up, please." Roman finally spoke up again, interrupting Dean. "Damn..." He mumbled as he shot a quick glance at him, turning around seconds later to see that Seth had now disappeared back into his hotel room and Y|N was entering an elevator. "See, now I can't confront them."

"Oh, sure, blame me." Dean said, sounding a little offended. "If you had just let me, we could've made it know that we caught them in the act but nooo, you had to grab on my arm, almost pulling it out of place."

Roman shook his head at how dramatic his friend was acting. "What are you even doing here?"

"I had a day off so I came to chill with the wife," Dean answered with a smile before it quickly faded. "You and Seth too, but Seth's too busy shoving his tongue down our sister's throat and you're just being mean."

"My sister." Roman replied, turning his back to Dean, walking off. "She's my sister."

"See that's what the mean streak in talking about," Dean shouted out to Roman after he had created distance between the two. "It's just temporary right, cause I don't like it one bit." He continued before Roman continued down the hall to his room.

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"I don't know Seth," A nervous Y|N said, pacing in front of him as he taped his wrists, getting prepared for his match tonight against Roman. "I could've sworn I saw him when I was getting into the elevator."

Seth nodded, trying not to laugh at what his girlfriend was saying. "You also said you saw Dean and I know that can't be true cause he's on the road with AEW."

"He could've stopped by to spend time with Renee."

"Did Renee mention anything about Dean stopping by?" He asked, just before Y|N slowly shook her head.

"No, but-" She began saying before Seth rose to his feet and pulled his girlfriend close to him.

"Baby, we've been sneaking around for over a year now, and we haven't gotten caught because we're always caref-"

Just as Seth was about to get the last of his words out the locker room door suddenly opened, revealing an angry version of my older brother.

"A year?" He asked through clenched teeth, staring at Seth with narrowed eyes. "You've been sneaking around with my baby sister for a year." His friend finished, quickly making his way to him, Y|N jumping in between them.

She was right, they had definitely gotten caught.

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