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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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I was inspired by a writing prompt on @sinderellanightwolf 's blog and just HAD to write it down. Let me know what you think!

Kissing Request; 42 (Life or Death kisses)

Pairing - Finn Balor/The Shield (Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose)

AU - Police

Rating - Mature (sexual themes)

Contains - M/M, kissing, fondling, hostage situation

Word Count - 2,076 words

The armed men had rushed in around noon taking as many hostages as they could and barricading themselves into a small windowless room. The police had cordoned off the building and surrounding streets but the SWAT teams had been told to hold back for now - there was no clear way inside and they couldn't risk harming the hostages.

And that was where Finn came in. He was considered one of the best hostage crisis negotiators in the state, revered among his peers. Unshakeably cool under pressure with bags of Irish charm, he had faced countless situations like this before and always managed to de-escalate the situation without a single drop of blood spilled.

In fact, the terrorists had asked for him by name.

Having arrived at the scene and been debriefed, Finn pulled on a bulletproof vest, grabbed his headset and made his way under the barrier tape. He was greeted by three officers, all dressed in full riot gear and holding large rifles.

'Agent Balor,' the largest and broadest of the three greeted the Irishman with a firm handshake. 'Officer Reigns. This is Officer Ambrose and Officer Rollins. We'll be your cover out there.'

'Think of us as your personal shield,' Rollins added with a smirk.

'It's comforting to know I have men like you watching my back,' Finn remarked. 'Have they made any demands yet?'

'Nope,' Ambrose shook his head. 'They refuse to talk to anybody but you.'

'Then let's not waste anymore time,' Finn said and walked towards the building, flanked by the three officers. By now, it was rush hour and the area had gathered a large crowd of onlookers watching the proceedings with morbid fascination. Finn ignored their stares and the heat of the mid-summer sun as he turned on his headset.

'Hello? This is Agent Finn Balor, can you hear me?' No response. 'Hello, this is Agent Finn Balor, is there anybody there? Please respond if you can-'

'It's him! It's him!' He heard an excited voice on the other end of his line. 'Is that Agent Balor?'

'Yes, it is.'

'Say something Irish!'

'Ummm, what's the craic?'

A pause. 'Yeah it's definitely him!'

Finn took little notice of the strange behaviour. Gain enough of a reputation in a field such as his and the weirdos inevitably came crawling out of the woodwork. 'Now that we've established it's really me, let's try and work something out, shall we? Some of those people in there have families waiting for them at home. Let's try and get them back in time for supper.'

'Now listen here,' the voice turned aggressive, 'we have our demands and if they're not met, we're gonna open fire and kill every last person here, understand?'

'I understand,' Finn swiped aside any nerves; this was not the time for them.

'Oh, and we have a monitor in here, we're watching the news coverage so we can see you, Agent Balor and everybody else out there with you.'

The hint of a shiver danced up the Irishman's spine. He was glad of the large armed men around him. 'I have no intention of lying or deceiving you. Please, tell me your demands.'

The line went quiet and the sound of muffled voices rustled in the background. The terrorist was conferring with his partner-in-crime. 'Ok, Agent Balor. Our first demand is...' A bead of sweat trickled down Finn's forehead but he paid it no heed as he waited for their response. '...you must go up to that guy beside you and kiss him.'

Finn blinked. 'I... I'm sorry, can you repeat that?'

'Go kiss that guy to your right,' the voice said again, confirming Finn's suspicions. 'Not just a peck either, make it steamy.'

'You... want me to kiss Officer Rollins?' He eyed the officer in question who looked as confused as he did.

'You want us to shoot these people?'

'No, of course I don't, it's just that-?' His eyes met those of Rollins who shouldered his rifle.

'It's life or death here, Agent Balor,' he said, pulling up the visor of his helmet. 'I'll do my duty if you will.'

The Irishman's heart skipped a beat at the dark doe eyes and pretty face staring back at him. There were certainly worse situations he could find himself in 'Ok, fine. I'll do it. Are you watching?'

'Oh yeeeah, we are!'

Finn rolled his eyes as he walked up to Officer Rollins. Put on the spot, the pair awkwardly grasped one another by the shoulders before leaning in. Finn flinched momentarily as Officer Rollins' mouth found his and closed his eyes, the two of them standing rigid with their lips flattened against the others.

'Come on Agent Balor,' the voice in his ear chastised, 'this aint some high school church dance. Use a little tongue.'

Rollins was the first to comply and opened his mouth, his hot breath steaming Finn's skin, masterfully engulfing the Irishman's full lips. The grip on his shoulders tightened and Rollins turned his face, deepening the passionate kiss even more. Finn was left stunned when Rollins' tongue slipped between his lips, the soft caress enough to draw a needy groan from his throat.

'You're obviously enjoying yourself Agent Balor,' the voice teased. 'He must be a very good kisser.'

Finn couldn't deny it; Officer Rollins was a master at his craft. Sensual, sweet and attentive. He could do this for an eternity, locked in his embrace. By the time the officer released the Irishman, his pale skin had turned a deep pink.

It took him a while to find his voice. 'Is... was that enough for you?'

'That was perfection,' the voice on the other end of the line purred.

'Big guy,' another voice sounded, obviously his partner-in-crime. 'Do the big guy next.'

'No, leave him till last. Do the other one first,'

'Yeah, the guy with the really slim waist.'

'So, now you want me to kiss Officer Ambrose?' Finn confirmed, his voice still breathy from his encounter with Rollins.

'Yeah, yeah. Do it.' Ambrose was already making his way towards him, leaving Finn little time to think. 'Wait, take off his helmet, we wanna see his face.'

'Go on,' Ambrose prompted and Finn slipped the black helmet and visor from the man's head. A tangle of sandy blonde curls tumbled loose from his crown, which he flicked back with a jerk of his head and fixed the Irishman with two simmering blue eyes. Finn barely had time to process how gorgeous the officer was before his face was grabbed by two gloved hands and Ambrose shoved his lips onto his.

Compared to Rollins, Ambrose was sloppy and animalistic, all teeth and spittle as he nipped the Irishman's lips over and over. The grip on his face was strong and unyielding, rugged fingers curling into Finn's beard and gripping it tightly so that he could not pull away. Not that he wanted to! As different as Rollins' and Ambrose's styles were, they were as equally addictive. While Rollins' sensuality stole Finn's breath away, Ambrose's roughness kicked up his heart until it pounded against his rib cage, adrenaline flooding his senses.

Biting down one last time, the nip enough to draw a small bead of blood, Ambrose let go with another jerk of his head, shooting the Irishman a lopsided smirk. Smug bastard! Finn stumbled on wobbly legs, resisting the urge to wipe the dampness from his chin.

'Having fun, Agent Balor?' the voice was cackling now, mocking the once cool, composed negotiator. 'We certainly are.'

'Let me guess, you have one more demand?' Finn asked aloud, looking over his shoulder to spy the largest of the three men. 'You want me to kiss Officer Reigns next?'

'You are so clever, Agent Balor,' the voice cheered.

'And if I do this, you will let the hostages go?' Finn pressed.

'Yes, every one, and we will put down our weapons and turn ourselves in.'

'Then I'd best do it, hadn't I?'

Without being instructed, Finn lifted the helmet from Officer Reigns' head, finding to his delight another handsome face, with tanned skin and a strong jaw. His lips looked as delicious as fruit freshly plucked from the bough and Finn wasted no time in capturing them. The larger man parted his lips to let Finn in, wrapping his arms around the Irishman and grasping him firmly.

'Grab his ass!' the voice commanded and before Finn could ask who the order was directed at, Reigns' hands moved to his backside and cupped both pert cheeks in his giant palms. Finn pulled his head back and gasped when large, strong fingers began to knead the tautly muscled flesh, in return hearing something like a tiger's growl rumbling in the pit of the larger man's throat.

Reigns pounced, taking possession of the Irishman's lips once more, sucking them into his warm mouth while his tongue explored them further. Reigns clearly enjoyed being in charge and Finn happily gave his body over to the officer, succumbing to the larger man's raw domination. One hand fell away from his backside to grab a fistful of his short, dark hair, tugging until the Irishman hissed. Reigns had done this before and knew exactly what he was doing - the force on his hair perfectly weighted between pain and rapture. Finn whimpered like an excited puppy.

'Oh Agent Balor, the noises you're making,' the voice whined down his ear. 'You're making us very jealous. We left you the best for last, didn't we?'

Finn couldn't answer; his mouth now belonged to Reigns. He could barely even reciprocate but the officer didn't care. Between the hand in his hair, the hand on his ass and the tongue in his mouth, Reigns was getting enough from the Irishman to satiate his desires.

When he finally pulled away, Finn felt dizzy, as if he'd just been through an out-of-body experience and had abruptly returned to his senses. He swiped a hand through his sweaty hair, reality jarring back into focus when the butt of his palm hit his headset.

'Is that it?' he said, remembering the job at hand. 'Did I meet your demands?'

'Ohhh, that and more, Agent Balor,' the voice sang. 'Look towards the door.'

Finn turned around and was hit with a wave of relief when the double doors to the building opened and a crowd of wide-eyed hostages fled to freedom. At last, the SWAT team rushed inside while the police force attended to the survivors. The line in his ear went dead, replaced by loud static. Removing his headset, he was suddenly hit with the full force of his condition. He was breathless and lightheaded, his lips bruised and his chin dripping. Glancing around at the mass of faces watching him in an almost voyeuristic fashion, he felt as if he was naked. He absentmindedly popped up the collar of his leather jacket in a feeble attempt to hide from their gazes.

'Good job, Agent Balor,' it was Reigns who spoke, Rollins and Ambrose falling in line behind him. They didn't seem fazed by their strange day in the slightest. 'The terrorists have been arrested and not a single hostage hurt. I'd call that a success.'

'Aye, sure,' Finn hushed out through trembling lips.

'Here,' Reigns held out his hand, a card between his two fingers. 'Call any time, if you need mine or...' he glanced back over his shoulder with a sly grin, '..all of our services again.'

'Thanks,' Finn said, taking the card. 'I'll bear that in mind.'

The three men left and Finn stood alone, staring down at the card when he heard his name being called. Turning around, he saw two men in handcuffs being shoved into a police van. 'Thank you, Agent Balor! Until next time!'

'WE LOVE YOU!' the other one hollered before he was wrestled into the van.

Finn shook his head in disbelief. What a day! Now, he'd head back to his office and write up the paperwork. Then it was straight home for a shower (a cold one, preferably) and a beer (even colder). Before walking away, however, he looked down at the card Reigns had given him, rubbing his tattooed hand over his slick chin. He'd be sure to keep this little treasure safe - he had a feeling he'd be needing the boys before long.

Maybe for a personal assignment next time!

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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.)

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

[ambrollinstrash]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: World Wrestling Entertainment, Professional Wrestling, All Elite Wrestling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley/Seth Rollins | Tyler Black, AJ Lee/CM Punk, Seth Rollins & Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins & AJ Lee Characters: Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley, Seth Rollins | Tyler Black, Roman Reigns, AJ Lee (Professional Wrestling), CM Punk, William Regal, James Ellsworth, Daniel Bryan | Bryan Danielson, Wheeler Yuta, Andrade El Idolo Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Criminals, Crimes & Criminals, Organized Crime, Criminal Dean, Police Officer Seth, Meet-Cute, First Meetings, Falling In Love, Boys In Love, Eventual Romance, Angst and Romance, First Time Blow Jobs, Hostage Situations, Threats of Violence, Gun Violence, Minor Character Death Summary:

Rookie cop, Seth Rollins, knew of Dean Ambrose. He knew that he was the infamous crime boss William Regal’s odd-job guy, he knew he had a record, he knew he had served time. He knew he was dangerous, unpredictable and, above all, that he hated cops!

But he didn’t know that he would fall for him!

#World Wrestling Entertainment #dean ambrose #seth rollins #dean x seth #Ambrollins #fan fiction #all elite wrestling #jon moxley #WWE #AEW #the shield #roman reigns #aj lee #cm pushkar singh dhami #cm punk #william regal #james ellsworth #di #danial #bryan danielson #wheeler yuta #andrade el idolo

[variousfandom]

Guys who are into modern wwe, please watch old school wrestling I swear it’s good. Not only are there hot men and women like today. But you will see wrestlers that probably inspired the wrestlers you watch today. Here is a list of my favorite wrestlers shawn michaels, triple h, edge, undertaker, kevin nash, razor Ramone , ultimate warrior, Bret hart, stone cold Steve Austin, Roman reigns, cm punk, macho man randy savage, psycho sid vicious. Rowdy roddy piper, booker t, r truth. Ric flair. Danhausen. Mjf. Dusty Rhodes. Owen hart. Iron sheik. Seth Rollins. Dean Ambrose never John Moxley. Sensational Sherri. Cyndi lauper. Rhea ripley. Mr wonderful. Let me say I can’t write fan fiction so it won’t be possible to write it for old school wrestlers but we need more fan fiction not just for modern but for old school as well. I promise you won’t leave feeling bad about watching old school wrestling. I love you guys.

#rowdy roddy piper #shawn michaels #mr wonderful #ric flair #bret hart #danhausen #owen hart #kevin nash #edge wwe #scott hall #roman reigns #rhea ripley #big daddy cool diesel #triple h

[horror102]

Submission!

Things I do and don’t.

Things I do write for

Student X teacher- Just because it’s a weird fantasy and only high school 18 X teacher I’ve gotten a request many times and I refuse to do any 16 year old students or 17 only the age above legal law.

Fictional Serial killer X reader- Only fictional serial killers I will not be writing a fan fiction of Ted bunch, jeffery Dhamer, John Wayne Gacy, Richard Ramirez, or anything’s real serial killer wise.

Any type of fandoms!

Undertale fandom, WWE fandom, Horror fandom, supernatural fandom, Dc fandom, Marvel fandom, Game fandom, Movie fandom, Peoples oc’s X a certain character. Just anything! Anime fandom, Cartoon fandom, Greek gods, ANYTHING! <3 red dead redemption, Cod , YouTubers only ones who allow, TWD, TVD, GTA, Fast food, fnaf , Disney , the avatar,

Things I don’t and won’t do.

Incest

Pedophilia

Non-con

Rape

Abusive relationships with a character that’s the love interest.

Urine/feces

Warnings I do

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Limes

Lemons 

Fandoms I won’t write for.

Harry Potter- It’s mostly just a bunch of weird adults crushing on teenagers

YouTubers who’ve stated they don’t want smut written about them, only ones that don’t care. But if it’s fluff it’s fine

Scooby doo- Only when it’s the live action it’s okay but when there supposedly teens nah. unless it’s fluff.

Going angst someone’s religion or adding satanism in a story.- only because it goes against some characters I write like Jacob Goodnight

Specific characters I do.

Michael myers

Jason voorhees

Jacob goodnight

Patrick Bateman

Hannibal Lecter

Leather face

Candy man

Pearl

Carrie

Chucky

Jennifer Tilly

Freddy Krueger

Ghostfaces

Pinhead

Pyramid head

Pennywise

Art the clown

Harry warden

Gabriel may

Norman Bates

Billy Lenz

Bo Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Horror

Sally face

Sally face

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Supernatural

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Elijah Mikealson

Klaus Mikealson

Mason Lockwood

Kai Parker

TVD

Negan

Rick

Carl

TWD

Simon Riley

Soap

Konig

Cod

Thor

Loki

Captain America

Venom

Deadpool

Marvel

Batman

Superman

Joker

Dick Grayson

The flash

Beast boy

Superboy

Spider noir

Dc

Roman reigns

Dolph Zigger

Randy Orton

Batista

Razor Ramon

Drew McIntyre

Kane

Undertaker

Mankind

Seth Rollins

Dean Ambrose

Shawn Michaels 

Triple H

Diesel

WWE

Sans

Papyrus

Undertale

Naruto uzumaki

Kakashi Hatake

Jiraiya

Asuma sensei

Erwin smith

Reiner Braun

Hercules

Poseidon

Connie springer

Kisame

Coach Ukai

Asahi- Haikyu

Sniper mask

Anime

The hand- Wednesday

Freaky Fred

Scar

Mufasa

Cartoon

Ronald mc Donald

Burger King

Jack in the box

Fast food

Spring trap

Bonnie

Foxy

Freddy faze bear

Monty

Michael afton

Fnaf

Franklin

Michael

GTA

Beast

Prince neaven

Any Disney prince fr <3

Disney

Anything on my list, or in the fandoms I write for I forgot I couple if there’s any you think I might like hit me up! <3

Tags I do

Daddy issues

Older men

Sugar daddy

Sugar mommy

Milf

Dilf

Smut

Angst

Fluff

Age gap

#slasher community #slasher fandom #slasher fanfiction #slasher fucker #slashers #black reader #bo sinclair x reader #wwe imagine #wwe smut #wwe x reader #undertale #supernatural #dc universe #marvel #Game X reader #cod mw2 #cod x reader #oc #anime fanfic #cartoon #Greek gods #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption arthur #youtubers #sally face #twd negan #Twd #tvd fandom #fnaf #jack in the box

[tribalchiefsbae]

so for a very long time i wanted to write about wwe and some other wrestlers, i never did even though i’ve been a fan of wwe for a long time and also adore writing. i finally want to combine these two things i thoroughly enjoy, i want to take enough time and attention to publish works that i’m fully behind and confident with from a writers perspective. this because i want to better my writing since it’s always been a big intrest of mine and want to take it more seriously (story building and fictional wise). for now it’s hard to say what will conclude in my works and i ask of you to wait and see.

these are for now the people i want to write about about and fit my personal intrest in the ring with charisma, personality and overall looks ofcourse 😌

roman reigns, seth rollins, jon moxley/dean ambrose, the shield,

jey uso, jimmy uso, cm punk, cody rhodes,

rhea ripley, dominik mysterio

(don’t hate me i see what mami likes about him)

#wwe #writing #writers on tumblr #wrestling #roman reigns #seth freakin rollins #jon moxley #jey uso #jimmy uso #cm punk #cody rhodes #mami rhea #dominik mysterio

[glampire-rockstar]

JOE ANOA'I - Roman Reigns/Joe Leakee

GALINA BECKER - Zoie Jordan/Sierra Moore

JONATHAN GOOD - Jon Moxley/Dean Ambrose

RENEE PAQUETTE - Faye Wayland/Renee Young

COLBY LOPEZ - Seth Rollins/Tyler Black

SARAH ALESANDRELLI - Kourtney Scott/Danielle Morono

FERGAL DEVITT - Finn Balor/Jonah Arsene

VERO RODRIGUEZ - Amy Grayson/Jane Sharp

DANIEL GILLIES - Gavin Powers/Travis Dawson

ASHLEY FLIEHR - Charlotte Flair/Ashley Diamond

IAN SOMERHALDER - Hayden Evans/Brendan Smith

SARAYA BEVIS - Saraya Calaway/Paige Knight

JOSEPH MORGAN - Elijah Gonzales/Hunter Prince

REBECCA QUIN - Becky Lynch/Rebecca Knox

PAUL WESLEY - Isiah Alister/Zakai Danger

APRIL MENDEZ - AJ Lee/Mey Zodiac

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I've found the best characters for my AEW/WWE Fan-Fiction stories, I got the main boys from the Vampire Diaries and the Originals, and got the three married wives and a former girlfriend turned friend.

We know that most of the wrestlers here will be faces or heels, but I want them as the baddest bosses while the good guys are gonna be portrayed as sixteen newcomers who's shorter.

I got Jordan "Dan" Sweeto, Kayleigh "Wolfy" Smyth | Wolfychu, Patrick "Patty" Walters, Dorothy "Dottie" Martin, Johnnie Guilbert, Alexandria "Alex" Dorame, James Tyler Hagen, Shannon "Shan" Taylor, Nathan "Nate" Owens, Leda "Monster Bunny" Muir, Damon "Dee" Fizzy, Carson Fanikos, Luke Jeydon Wale, Samantha "Sam" Rochelle, Kyle David Hall, and Meghan Marie Hogan for the OC portrayals cause I like people within the goth/punk/emo/scene style.

I figured that modern day of straight history meets attitude era for their bad influence; my sixteen OCs doesn't care for the rules and are the most rebellious people in WWE.

This takes place from SummerSlam 2012 for the Fallen Angels and their first victory in Night of Champions: Gold Rush; Survivor Series 2012 for the Shield and their first victory in TLC; Royal Rumble 2013 for the Dark Gods and their first victory in Elimination Chamber; WrestleMania 29 for the Resistance and their first victory in Extreme Rules; they're known as the Pack of Lone Wolves.

For each OC stable...their names are the following; the Unholy Circle for the girls, the Genesis for the girls, the Blood Order for the boys, and the Demolition for the boys; they're the Pride of Wild Lions.

Comment down on ring names for my OCs and follow me at Wattpad on GlampireRockstar...sayonara guys!

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[drarreckyninja]

Hello there, it's LuckyLucy92 from Archive of Our Own! 🙋‍♀️ And I'd absolutely love a WWE fan fiction request of Dean Ambrose getting ready to marry Carmella (a girl who's only after his money) and asks his childhood best friend, Seth Rollins, (who secretly has a major crush on him) to be his best man, which he hesitantly accepts, but his good friend and the officiant of the wedding, Roman Reigns, tries to convince him to just tell Dean the truth, even if it means during the ceremony. 💜

apologies for the lateness

#wwe #dean x seth #ao3fic

[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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[nevereverafter45]

Hard Knock Life| Dean Ambrose

This is the first part of my Dean Ambrose/ Jon Moxley series, that i have been working on forever and I just finally decided to finish writing it.

masterlist

Hard Knock Life

Word count 697

Cincinnati Ohio 2000

One shot prequel to Live Fast Die Beautiful which has nothing to do with One for The Money, that is a what if au story that has bugged me for months. This is her first story. I only own Jaycee and Rosie and any other girls that are mentioned in this story. 

Rated T for language.

Jaycee Grayson followed her mentor from Baby Doll strip club into a party that was already rocking.

 She frowned and tugged on Rosie's hand, "Rose." She whined. She didn't want to be there but she had nowhere else to go. Her mother's pimp had made advances on her and when she shut him down he threw her out of the apartment her mother could barely afford. With no home and no hope she turned to Rosie who took her under her wing and got her hired with at her uncle's gentleman’s club. 

"Don't whine baby girl." She said stopping her stride and looking at her, "you need friends." 

Jaycee's blue eyes looked over her shoulder at the party then back at her,"fine. Fine. Just don't lose me in the crowd." She caved. 

"Good girl." Rosie smiled smoothing Jaycee's blonde curls over her shoulders then she pinched her cheeks to get some color into them. 

She slapped her hands away from her cheeks smiling, “Stop Ro, I am fine.” And for the first time since she had started working Baby Doll Club she felt it. She felt like something was finally going right in her life. 

Rosie pulled her into the house and grabbed a red solo cup that was filled to the brim with amber colored beer. She past it to Jaycee before grabbing another one before pulling her deeper into the house. Jaycee sat down on the couch and pulling off her  warm jacket and sat down sipping her drink. 

Rosie glanced over at her and nodded her head smiling softly before yelling for a boy closer to her age, "Jon come here!" Jonathan Moxley who had just stepped into the kitchen grinned, his dimples popping out, "what?" "Come here stud! I have someone I want you to meet." He nodded his head picking up a beer and walking over to the couch, "who's she?" "This is my new girl, Jaycee. Jaycee this is Jon. Jon, Jaycee." Rosie introduced smirking. The younger girl wiped her hand on her jeans and held her hand out to him. He looked at her then at her hand, he shook it briefly before dropping down on the couch next to her. Rosie winked at them before disappearing into the crowd. 

"So you are a dancer huh?" He asked. "Yeah." She answered shyly taking another sip of her beer, "It's good money, and it's going to help pay my mom's medical bills." She had rambled on not caring if he asked or cared why she did it. It was a nervous habit, she just kept talking and didn't stop until she realized she had said too much. He turned and looked at her. "She got fired from her job for taking too many sick days. She has advanced stage breast cancer." She glanced out of the corner of her eye at him. He cleared his throat after taking several sips of his drink, "sorry about the cancer thing." "It's okay." She shrugged her shoulders, "sure it's sad but she hadn't been mother of the year." "Junkie?" She nodded her head, "hooker, dead beat junkie." Jon nodded his head, his mom was the same way.  And where they came from dads were rare to have so he didn't bother ask and she didn't bother telling him. Jaycee finished the last few swallows of her beer before she stood and went over to the keg refilling the plastic cup. She seemed to be a okay girl once they got her past her shy stage. And between him and Rosie they could get her out her shy shell and who Jaycee really was. 

Rosie looked over at them and caught Jon's eye. He nodded his head, he could handle hanging out with the blonde for a few hours. 

#ash writes #oc jaycee levesque #series: live fast die beautiful #wwe fan fiction #wwe imagines #dean ambrose fan fiction #dean ambrose imagines

[anonymousoneshots]

Storylines (Part 2)

Dean Ambrose x Reader

Rating: 18+ NSFW

A/N: My first time writing in 6 years? Damn. Here’s a surprise part two of Storylines…. Only took me five years. It’s long but worth it? I don’t know, I might be biased. You can find part one here:

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/anonymousoneshots/173913159083?source=share

Warnings: Dom/Sub Behavior, Choking, Oral, Kink, Ruthless Aggression…? I don’t know, please don’t interact if you’re uncomfortable with rough sex.

One week. It’s been one week since he’s called you darlin’, one week since your encounter in the locker room. Since your segment was cut tonight, you haven’t seen him, and he hasn’t gone out of his way to find you. There’s been no texts, no calls, no backstage greeting. You couldn’t stand the silence. There’s been a hollow ache you couldn’t quite grasp growing ever since he left you standing breathless leaning against the lockers. You needed more.

With a creeping sense of deja vu, you turn off the steaming water and exit the showers, wrapping a towel tight around your body and grabbing an extra to dry off your hair. You survey the room, hoping you’ll find him there, just like last week. No such luck. The locker room is empty and you’re alone with your thoughts. Walking across the room towards your belongings, you stop to graze the surface of the lockers with your fingertips. Tell me what you want. Your mind floods with memory, your body surging with lust.

“You.” You breathe the word, the sensation of last week still fresh in your belly. Composing yourself, you snatch up your clothes and hastily get dressed, not wanting to be here any longer than necessary. This isn’t you. You left this version of you behind a long time ago. You refuse to lust hopelessly after a man. I’m the prize. I am worthy. I am confident. I am fierce. You’re repeating these “I am” mantras over and over in your head until the fog clears. You shove your duffel bag into a locker cubby and exit the locker room.

You make your way to the main backstage area where everyone congregates. Walking with your head down, you glance up right before your about to crash into someone walking the opposite direction. The smirk that greets you is all too familiar. Fuck. You stagger backwards and catch yourself before falling.

“[y/n]. You really should watch where you’re going. Wouldn’t want to bump into the wrong person.” He winks at you as he licks his lips. You couldn’t find words to form a response. The last time you’d seen Dean, well, he’d been really seeing you. Your cheeks flushed scarlet as you quickly averted your gaze. So much for my mantras.

“Dean.” Was all you could manage. His smirk turned darker as he trailed his eyes down your body. “I don’t remember leaving you so unexposed,” he says in a low voice. Fuck me. You shift your gaze from the floor to his hand resting on the belt slung over his shoulder. God, those hands. You could almost feel his fingers curling inside of you once again, could feel his breath hot on your neck-

“Wanna tell me what’s on your mind?” You snap out of your invasive thought, and finally look up at him. His eyes are blazing with the same desire as yours, though where your eyes are wide and yearning, his are narrowed and animal-like. Say something. Anything. For the love of wrestling, say something.

“Your hands,” you blurt out, “I was thinking about your hands.” Anything but that. Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with me? You notice his expression darken slightly. He seems impatient.

“Walk with me.” He starts heading in the direction you had just come from, not waiting to see if you’d follow. Hurrying to catch up with his long stride, you attempt to make conversation that won’t make you weak in the knees.

“Um, how was your night?” You glance over at him, noticing his jaw clench as he brings a hand up to wipe at his mouth. There was a hardness to him that wasn’t there last week, something rough and not as playful.

“Well, my segment was cut, and I get no recognition for making this fucking Intercontinental Championship relevant. So I’d say the night was pretty shitty.”

Sorry I asked. You focus on walking and let silence hang in the air. He turns a corner into a long hallway of doors to empty offices. He abruptly stops waking in front of one of them and turns towards you, his gaze fiery and intimidating. I feel so vulnerable. You shift uncomfortably on your feet, avoiding his hardening gaze.

“I’m glad I bumped into you. I think we have some unfinished business.” The smirk is back, as he eyes you like you’re a meal.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You exhale the words, barely audible, but he catches them. “Like what?” he responds, stepping towards you. You instinctively step back, meeting his gaze. 

“Like you want to devour me,” you muster. He chuckles and places his tongue between his lips. He takes another step towards you forcing you to step back again, your back now against the door.

“Darlin’, it’s all I’ve been thinkin’ about.” Your whole body shudders as he places the hand not holding his belt on the door frame next to your head. “My only concern is if you can handle it.” You let out a breath as your stomach swims. Fuck. He moves his hand from the door frame and runs his thumb along your bottom lip, eliciting an involuntary whimper from you. You close your eyes as a wave a desire threatens to knock you off your feet. You lean your head towards him, your lips inches away from his.

“You sure you want this?” He husks, his free hand now resting on the side of your face, his fingertips dancing in your hair. “I gotta warn ya, I’m not feeling too loving tonight.” Fuck, he’s going to destroy me. And oh god, do I want to let him.

“I want this,” you manage, feeling breathless. Instead of kissing you, he drops the belt he’s holding and grabs your arms, aggressively pushing you back into the door with enough force to knock the breath out of you, if your breath hadn’t been caught in your throat already. You gasp at the suddenness of his movement, his grip on your arms like a vice. You knew at that moment there would be no gentle kisses or favors tonight.

“Tell me again. Tell me how bad you want me.” His voice is low, demanding, as he towers over you. He can feel how turned on you are, your skin hot to the touch.

“I want you,” you say. As soon as the words tumble past your lips, you know it’s not good enough.

“Nuh-uh, I wanna hear my name come out of that pretty mouth of yours.” Your breathing is heavy, ragged, and you can’t find the words. Your stomach is rolling like the sea, aching with anticipation and need. Fuck, do I want you, Dean. I’ll do anything you ask of me. But the words are caught between your mind and your lips as you glance away from your reflection dancing in his eyes. Something primal flashes in them now, as he lets your arms go and moves to grip your neck and chin, one hand nearly choking you and the other gripping you face and cheeks, forcing you to look back up at him.

“Rule number one, Darlin’, always do what I ask. I don’t like repeating myself.” He leans in closer to you, his lips inches away from your own. “Say my name,” he whispers, his eyes daring you to disobey.

“Dean,” you choke. “I want you, Dean.”

He drops his hands from your face and throat with a growl, moving to open the door behind you. He hastily pushes you inside, kneeling over to pick up his belt. Stepping in beside you, he closes the door. Though it wasn’t hot, the air around you was thick, your heart hammering. He tosses his belt carelessly onto the sofa by the far wall behind you and begins to saunter towards you once again.

“Ya know, [y/n], I can still taste you. God, you taste so sweet. I think it’s your turn to taste me, huh?”

He wasn’t really looking for an answer. The distance between you was growing smaller, the need to touch him overwhelming. You move to take a step towards him, but he reaches out and shoves you backwards onto the couch instead, hard. You feel his championship beneath you, but before you can slide over and move it, he’s looming over you, his erection tight against his jeans. You look up at him with an innocent expression on your face, doe-eyed and expectant.

He palms himself through his jeans and leans down, gripping a hand full of your hair in his hand and tugging your head back. “Looking at me like that with those wide eyes is gonna get you fucked, pretty girl.” Your body visibly reacts to his words, your thighs and stomach tightening.

“Would you like that?” He questions you.

“Show no mercy.”

With that he’s on you, putting one hand in your hair and tugging your head back, the other wrapped around your throat as he roughly kisses you. The kisses are feverish, desperate, as he jams his tongue into your mouth, not waiting for you to grant access. Your hands fumble towards his strained erection, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He stops kissing you and grabs your hands before you can get any further, pushing your body back and pinning them above your head. You can feel the belt digging into your back.

He lets go of you and takes a step back from the couch, a smirk on his face as he reaches down into his boxers and pulls himself free. Not daring to move from where he left you, all you can do is stare. Holy fuck. It’s bigger than you imagined, thick and throbbing. You’re practically panting on the couch, a cat in heat, an uncontrollable feeling pricking every inch of your skin. You bite your lip subconsciously, earning a hitch in his breathing.

“Let me see that pussy of yours. I know it’s dripping,” he nods his head at you, one hand stroking his cock. You can’t take your eyes off his member, as you slowly lift your hips and slide your pants and panties down. You lean forward to take them off fully, tossing your soaked garments to the side. You feel the cold metal of the belt against your ass, sending a shiver up your spine. He take a deep breath and steps toward you, placing his hands on your knees and spreading your legs wide open.

“Damn, [y/n], all this for me? Mm, I know you’re aching to be touched, pleased. But you haven’t earned that yet.” You wonder if he can see the pulsing of your clit, because you can feel it like a heartbeat. You let out a small whine as he brings your knees back together. With a swift motion, he grabs your arm and yanks you off the couch. Your standing flush together, his cock grazing your skin. He runs his fingertips along your collar bone.

“Thinking about my hands, huh?” He remarks. He leans in and whispers in your ear hoarsely, “Can’t get me fingering that cunt out of your mind, can you?” Your knees physically give out, and you grip his biceps to balance yourself. He’s enjoying the power he has over you, the effect his words are having on your body.

“I bet I can make you cum right now just by talking to you.”

Your body is screaming, your skin is burning, the ache in your clit unbearable. Please, Dean, please. “I like it when you beg,” he huffs with a wolffish grin. You didn’t realize you’d been speaking out loud. He grips your shoulders and whirls you around, once again shoving you onto the couch. You catch yourself with your hands as you feel him grip your hips and lift, balancing your knees on the edge on the couch. You’re on all fours now, panting with desperation. You turn your head to attempt to look at him, but he pushes your head down into the back cushion. He quickly rids himself of his jeans and boxers, throwing them to the side next yours. Your body jolts at the sudden feel of his cock grazing your slit, so close to an orgasm already. He pushes against your folds, teasing you slowly by stopping at your entrance before going back down to your clit. He already has you stifling moans and he hasn’t even pushed his way inside of you yet. You grow impatient, desperate, and push your ass back towards him once he drags his dick back up to your entrance, urging him with your body to just fuck you already.

“Impatient, are we?” Usually he’d make you wait longer for trying to rush him, but the frustration he needed to release got you exactly what you wanted instead. He grips your hips and slams into you. You let out as wail, throwing your head back in a mix of pain and pleasure. He gave you no time to adjust to him, continually slamming into you over and over again.

“Shit, you’re so tight and wet, [y/n].” His breath is ragged as he picks up his pace, fucking you harder. Your vision is dotted and your ears are ringing as you finally find your release.

“Dean, oh my fuc-” you can’t quiet your screams of sheer pleasure, your orgasm tearing through your stomach like a wildfire. You’re barely descending from your high when you feel his fingers on your clit, rubbing hard circles while still fucking you mercilessly. Your legs are shaking and a second orgasm rips through you, your juices splashing out onto his stomach and thighs with every hard thrust into you. Your body is numb, all the muscles inside of you clenching and unclenching. He pulls out of you and flips you over like a rag doll as you struggle to catch your breath.

“My little fuck princess, next time don’t cum until I say you can,” he growls. He’s back on you, roughly spreading your legs apart. Your vision is still swimming from two massive back to back orgasms, as he shoves two fingers inside of you without warning, eliciting a loud moan from you.

‘Fuck, yes, moan for me, [y/n]. I want this whole building to hear you.” He pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling them every few pumps and hitting your spongy center. Your lower abdomen starts to tighten once again. “Dean, I’m gonna cum,” You’re writhing on the couch, muscles spasming as you prepare for your third orgasm to take over your body.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare.”

Tears well up at your eyes as you try to ride the wave of pleasure threatening release. Fuck, I can’t hold it in. “Dean,” you plead, begging to let go.

“Now,” he says, and he watches your jaw go slack and your body go rigid as you explode, a silent scream falling out of your open mouth. Your back arches of the couch, red fire coursing through your nerves. His hand is covered in your juice, some dripping down your ass and off his fingers onto the championship underneath you.

“Stay with me, Darlin’,” your eyes fluttering as he brings his hand up to your mouth, pushing his cum covered fingers past your lips, making you taste yourself. Despite your exhaustion, you suck on his fingers, your own orgasm filling your mouth. His eyes meet yours as he slowly pulls his hand back, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards him. He roughly plasters his lips against yours, hungrily combating your tongue with his own. “Time to get on your knees and let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

He takes a step back, pulling you with him. Your legs are shaky and you stumble, falling into him. He holds you upright momentarily, his shirt soaked through with sweat, his toned torso and arms rippling, before pushing you down to your knees. You drop down and steady yourself with your hands on his thighs. You run your tongue along your lips before placing your lips around the tip of his dick. You’re rewarded with the slight buck of his hips and his hands tangled in your hair. “Fuck, just like that,” he groans, only savoring you gently sucking and swirling your tongue around for moment, before gripping your hair and thrusting his dick all the way into your mouth. You gag on his length, raking your fingers against his thighs as he fucks your mouth like it’s your pussy. Your eyes are watering and you feel him pounding into the back of your throat. He jerks his hips a couple more times before pressing your head forward and holding it, as you choke around his cock, hitting his thigh with your palms as you gag for air. He lets out a long, low moan as you feel his dick twitch and taste the cum filling your throat. He finally pulls your head back and frees himself, letting you gasp for air. His cum is dripping down the back of your throat as he reaches down to stand you up.

He looks into your eyes and wipes away the tears that fell when you were deep throating him with his thumb. You blink at him dizzily as you finally collapse against him, your muscles no longer able to support you. You were thoroughly wrecked. He gently holds you up and sets you back on the couch, noticing his cum covered belt.

“Your title was pretty relevant to us,” you giggle as you feel yourself start to fade out of consciousness. He laughs and moves it aside, sitting on the couch next to you and letting you fall into his lap, your head resting on his thigh. He runs his hand through your hair as you drift away.

“You did good, Darlin’.”

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Chapter 11 is now up!!! ^^^^^

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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.

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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...

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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...

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31. Is That All You’ve Got? - Dean Ambrose

Helloooooo. So I’m an actual idiot and body deleted the original version of this so I’m reposting it now!

This was requested by @ellothelongwaydown and she asked for ‘is that all you’ve got?’ With Dean Ambrose so here it is!

Warnings: thigh riding, dom!dean if you squint and this is kinda nsfw?

Word count: 1184

The door slammed shut underneath your back as Dean pushed himself onto you. You knew why you were in this predicament and you were okay with it. You knew the consequences of teasing Dean at a party he didn’t even want to be at and you knew what you’d be in for when you eventually got home.

So when he pushed you up against the front door to your house with a hand next to your face and the other wrapped around your waist, growling between bites to your neck, you simply dropped your head back and gave him more space, not really wanting to piss him off more, allowing him to sink his teeth further down your jaw and neck before moving to your collar bones.

“Dean please…” You pleaded.

“No no sweetheart you’ve been teasing me all night and now, now it’s your turn. You’ll pay for all the teasing you did tonight,” he spoke between kisses and bites.

You knew you’d be in for a long night considering you had done a lot of teasing earlier. Wearing a dress bordering inappropriate and the highest heels to accentuate your legs, knowing Dean loved them, you knew that your punishment was waiting for you.

The arm around your waist slipped down under your dress and found no panties, “oops? I guess I must’ve forgotten them at home, sorry babe.” You batted your eyelashes at him in fake innocence.

“Don’t worry baby girl. You won’t need to remember anything besides the name you’ll be screaming all night long. Mine.”

He dropped his arms under your thighs, a light slap signalling for you to jump before he brought you to the plush sofa in the open plan living room. He settled down with your legs on either side of his left leg, hiking your dress up to bunch at your stomach, exposing you to his jean clad thigh.

He tensed his leg and allowed you to feel the muscles rippling beneath your core before gripping your hips and grinding you down on them.

“God you are such a slut, so fuckin’ wet. Who got you all wet like this baby? Huh?”

Groans tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them and you couldn’t form enough words to tell him that it was all him, oh god it was all him.

Your groans continued as you built up a rhythm knowing when he would push down the hardest so you made the most of the pleasure you got.

However, that didn’t last very long as Dean caught on to your trick and halted the movements as whines echoed through the room in protest, “baby girl I think you’ve got it twisted here, you are not in charge. I am. I control what happens and when. Not you. You’ll take what I give you when I give it to you. Not a moment sooner. Got it?”

You nodded swiftly hoping that agreeing would get him to resume his motions.

He chuckled lightly before speaking, “words baby girl. I want words. Do you understand?”

“Yes oh god yes I understand. Please.”

His actions resumed but not as much as you’d need to get off properly and you knew that he was aware of that as well.

“Now look at you, you’re so wet you’ve soaked through my jeans.” He teased, “who got you all worked up like that? Huh?”

A slap to your ass encouraged you to answer this time, “you, oh god Dean, it’s all you. For you. I’m yours.”

“You’re damn right you are sweetheart.” He muttered before resuming his actions properly to get you off on his leg seemingly satisfied with your answer for the moment.

“You look so good riding my thigh like this. Look at you, humping my leg like a little slut.”

You whined at his words still needing more. “Go on, make yourself come on my leg.”

You perked up at his words and began rubbing yourself more harshly on his leg, soon enough your climax was reaching upon you and you began to grind down harder but was slowed down by Deans grip on your hips returning to force you into a tempo that he wanted.

Your mewls were near enough to make Dean forget about punishing you and just take you right there and then but he knew he had to stick to his promise of making you pay for teasing him all night.

“I want to hear you baby girl. Who’s making you feel this good huh?”

Your moans grew louder and louder and you were certain that the neighbours could hear you but in your pleasure you didn’t particularly care.

“I want you to beg before you come darling. Beg for me.” Dean ordered.

Who were you to disobey?

“Please Dean,” you felt like you could cry if he didn’t let you come. “Please please let me cum. I need it so bad!”

“But you were so bad, teasing me all night - I don’t think you should be allowed to cum darlin’, do you?” He had halted your movements entirely. Not allowing you to move even a little bit.

“Please Dean please I’ll be so good now, I promise. I won’t tease you anymore. I promise. I promise.” You chanted.

“I hope you keep that promise baby girl. It won’t be fun for you if you don’t. I hope you know that.” He pulled the low neck of your dress down to pull your boobs out, leaning down to pull one of your nipples into the warmth of his mouth and the other was fondled between his fingers.

His occasional biting on your nipples, and the way he pulled you down on his thigh, rocking against it and the fondling only helped push you further towards your climax. He removed his mouth from her nipple with a final bite before moving to kiss, bite and lick at her sweet spots on her neck and jaw.

Groans and moans continued to fall from your mouth as you came closer and closer to coming, “cum for me baby girl. I want you to do it now.” Dean spoke roughly at the sight of you so disheveled.

His voice only pushed you further over the edge and you pushed your head into his neck as he helped you ride your orgasm out. You whined as you came down from your high, Dean continuing to rock your sensitive core against his rough jeans. You pulled yourself up slightly to get away from his leg and moved so that your legs were on either side of his hips.

He rubbed your back to calm you down though you knew he wasn’t finished with you just yet. You were so fucked out, slumping against his chest catching your breath before you leaned up to bite his earlobe and palmed at his bulge beneath you, growling in his ear, “is that all you’ve got?”

You knew you’d be in for it now and you keened as he slapped your ass before picking you up and taking you to your shared bedroom.

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