#Dean Ambrose imagine

[aalyssah]

Sheild Members When They Hurt You During An Argument

Characters: Dean Ambrose, Roman Reigns, Seth Rollins. Fem!Reader. She/Her pronouns used.

Word Count: 5,568

A/N: I know this isn't really a headcannon, but I've been wanting to this for months. Btw, I don't really like this and I might delete it later. It depends on how it goes. Hope You Enjoy!

Dean Ambrose:

You walked around the kitchen with a stressful look on your face.

Your boyfriend Dean went out for drinks with his boys' Seth and Roman after a win against the Wyatt Family.

You decided to stay home since you were so tired, but stayed up in hopes the Dean would come home, but it's been over 2 hours and he's still yet to come. You called and texted him, but he didn't pick up, nor did his friends.

You started to get worried and was ready to get up and go look for him your damn self, but the sight of car lights caught your attention.

You looked out the window, watching as Dean stumbled out the car with Roman and Seth by his side. They say their goodbyes and head off. You stand at the door with an angry look on your face as he walks in.

He closes the door and locks it behind him. "Oh hey babe, why do you look so mad?" You gave him a glare, arms crossing over your chest. "Oh, I don't know, maybe because my boyfriend stayed out for 2 hours drinking and did not answer any single one of my calls or texts!"

Dean looked at you unfazed, passing by you to the fridge. "Don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you!" You followed him as he went to the couch. He cracked open a beer and took a sip. "Oh no, no, no, you're not gonna drink more after all the alcohol from the bar."

You snatched it out his hand. "Hey, give me that back!" You shook your head stepping back. "No, no more beer." Dean groaned, but was happy once he grabbed the remote.

He was about to turn it on his show, but you grabbed that too. "And no TV. You think you're gonna come back home from the bar, after 2 hours, drink beer, and blast your show? I think not."

Dean finally got up, annoyed. "Come on Y/n, give it back." He tried grabbing it from your hand, but you backed away. "No Dean, you've had enough!" You refused to give the beer and remote back. "I said, Give. It. Back!" You felt your world freeze as Dean's hand came into a fist and hit the side of your face.

The beer and remote dropped from your hands, the glass shattering on the floor and batteries flying out the remote. You slid down against the wall, looking up at while holding your face. "All you had to do was give it to me, and you wouldn't be on the floor."

Dean then walked away, going back to the fridge and grabbing a new beer. You stood up in disbelief and rushed out the house, snatching the car keys on the way. You weren't about to let him disrespect you like that. You ended up driving to your friend Aj's house and slept there.

-

The morning when Dean woke up, he had a huge headache. He didn't know where he was, when he looked around he saw he was in the bed fully clothed. He got up and looked around the house to notice you weren't there.

He didn't remember you saying anything about going to the arena. Come to think about it, he doesn't remember anything from last night.

Maybe you went to the gym. He went to the fridge and grabbed a beer. While he walked to the couch he noticed the remote on the floor, and the batteries nowhere to be seen. As well as a broken glass on the floor and that's when it hit him.

The glass fell from his hands as he sped through the house in search of his phone. "Oh fuck, shit, oh my god." He grabbed his phone and instantly called you, but you didn't pick up. He ran a hand over his face, letting out a sigh. He didn't know what to do.

He decided to call Seth for some advice. "Hey Deano, what's up? How ya feeling after last night?" Dean was quick to answer. "Man, I fucked up bad." Seth took notice of Dean's stressed voice. "Why, what happened?" Dean explained everything that happened and how you left.

"Dean, you're such a dumbass! You're lucky she didn't break up with you!" Dean stayed silent like a boy getting scolded by his Mom. "Don't say that please. I feel really bad, and I need y'all's help getting her back." Seth rubbed his forehead. "Okay, let me call Roman and tell him the situation."

The boys ended up meeting at a restaurant to talk things over. "I can't believe you actually hit her Dean, what were you thinking?" Roman scolded Dean. "I-I don't know. I was drunk, and I just wanted more, but she was nagging me and wouldn't let me get it.

Dean leaned back, his shaky voice known to his brothers. He bit at his nails while his leg bounced up and down. They could tell he was worried. Worried about his relationship. "Okay, what does she like?" Dean looked at them confused.

"What do you mean?" Roman shrugged his shoulders. "Well, what does she like to do? Does she like going out?" Dean quickly shook his head 'no.' "Oh no, she hates being in public, especially with all the fans." Roman took note of that in his head.

"Okay so inside. In your relationship, who does all the cooking?" Dean pouted. "Her, why?" A smile came to Seth and Roman's face as they looked at each other. "Good, because that means you're gonna cook her a homemade meal, all by yourself."

Dean's face planted onto the table. "No, I hate cooking." Roman slapped him on his neck. "Nope, you're gonna cook dinner, and apologize to her." Dean nodded his head, but knew deep down inside that he didn't want to, but he'd do anything to get you back.

Dean came back home to a dark, cold, empty house. It's never been like this. Usually it's a bright, smelling good, and full of energy, but with you gone it feels empty.

He went to the kitchen and fished him something to eat, which there were many options, but he didn't know how to cook that. You were always the one to cook for him. He grabbed a beer on the way and went to bed.

1 Week Later

It has been a week and Dean decided to get his act together. Cleaning the house, learning how to cook, he was ready for you to come back to where you belong.

Home.

He called you and to his surprise you answered. "Uh, hi." You sounded awkward as you spoke. "Hey, I just wanted to know if you could come back home. I need to show you something. I totally understand if you're not ready, or if you don't. Wanna talk to me again, but-" You cut off his rambling.

"Yeah Dean, I'll come back. Just give me an hour or 2." You hung up, leaving a smiling Dean. He quickly rushed to the room, fishing out the new outfit Seth and Roman got him.

You unlocked the door, Aj following behind you. "Aj, I'll be fine, you can go home now." You tried reassuring your friend. Dean walked around the corner with a bouquet of roses in his hand. "You." Aj pointed at him, walking close to him.

"If you ever land another hand on her, I swear I'll kick your ass. She came to my house at 2 in the morning, crying about how you got drunk and then punched her. You've got some big balls to hit on a woman like that!"

You gently dragged Aj away, forcing her to look at you. "It's okay, if things go bad, I'll call you, okay?" Aj gave one last look to Dean and then nodded her head. "Fine, but call me before you go to bed." You sent her off, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Sorry about her, she's just been really protective ever since- the incident." You took your jacket off and set it on the hanger. "These are for you." Dean held the bouquet out, allowing you to sniff them. You took a sniff, smiling at the smell. "I picked them today."

You set them aside and sat in the chair as Dean held it out. He went to the kitchen and got the plates before serving you both. "I made this earlier. It's just Lasagna." You both dug in, letting out a surprise sound at the taste.

"Oh my god Dean, this tastes good." Dean took in your compliment, continuing to eat. It was silent between the two of you except for some small talk on what you've been doing at Aj's house. Dean set the fork down , the loud clattering known.

"Look Y/n, we both know the real reason why I called you over here." You put your fork down, giving him your attention.

"I know what I did was wrong, but I need you to know that I love you. Even though what I did was unacceptable, and would make any woman leave, hell, even call the police. You don't gotta believe me, or feel any sympathy for my apology. I just want you to know I'm sorry, and that I'll always love you."

You looked at Dean with an unfazed look, almost taunting him. "I don't wanna beg, but I cooked for you, I cleaned the whole damn house, I even went and got out a new outfit, and let me tell you, this is so not my style. Isn't this showing you that I'll do anything to save our relationship?"

You looked at him thinking deep down. He did all this stuff that everyone knows he would never do. He's taking huge risks just to stay and be with you.

"What can I do? I'll call Vince and tell him to take me off work for a couple of months, I'll stop the arguing with you, he'll, I'll even stop drinking, please don't leave me!" Dean then broke down at his last sentence, tears gathering to his eyes.

He quickly wiped them away, not wanting you to see him cry. You huffed, standing up and walking towards him. You took him in your arms, letting his head rest against your chest as you scratched at his scalp. "It's okay, Dean. I forgive you, don't cry." Dean wrapped his arms around your waist and squeezed the life outta you.

He couldn't lose you over alcohol. He'll change just to be with you.

Roman Reigns:

Tonight was a very important night for Roman. He has a chance to win the United States Championship against Rusev tonight.

You walked in the locker room and saw the whole Shield sitting down talking. "Hey guys, is it okay if I come in?" They nodded their heads and you sat next to Roman. "Hey baby, how are you feeling about tonight?" You asked, rubbing up and down his tattooed arm.

"Excited, but nervous. I don't wanna lose. Who knows when I'm gonna get another shot at a title?" You frowned at his negative talk. "Hey, don't talk like that. You're gonna go out there, kick ass, and win. Win that belt for the WWE Universe, win it for Seth and Dean, and most importantly, for me."

He smiled at your mini speech, kissing your cheek. "Yeah, you're right." He let out a sigh, closing his eyes. "Don't take offense, but I don't want any of y'all coming out there tonight. I need to focus." The boys nodded in agreement, but your face scrunched up. "You don't want me out there?"

Roman looked at you, seeing somewhat of a hurt expression. "Don't take it like that. I love you, but you can't be out there. Rusev might use you as an advantage, or you could be a distraction." Your mouth dropped open, you standing up fast.

"Why would you think I would be a distraction, let alone let Rusev use me against you? Do you not trust me?" Roman shook his head. "No Y/n, you know what I mean, stop trying to make it something it isn't." You grabbed your bag, walking to the door.

"Fine, good luck winning the belt. I'll show you I'm not a distraction!" Roman called out your name, but you were already walking down the hall. Roman brushed your reaction off, getting up and going to the gorilla for the match.

-

You and the boys did what was told, sitting back in the locker room and watching his match. Fans were excited for this, wanting Roman to shut Rusev up. "You think he's gonna win?" Dean asked, watching as Roman hit Rusev with a closeline. "He's gotta focus, and not let Rusev overpower him."

Seth reasoned, eyes growing wide when he saw Lana running down the ramp. "Wait, what's Lana doing?" You perked up at the question, watching as Lana ran down the ramp in her white heels.

Lana got in the apron, yelling at the referee, grabbing his attention. "Oh hell no." Before Seth and Dean could stop you, you ran out the door, and into the entrance way. Fans cheered as you came running, swiping Lana's leg from the apron, her face slamming on the mat.

The referee began yelling at you two to break it up. "Y/n, what are you doing out here?!" You heard Roman yell as you beat Lana down. "Did you not understand what I-" Roman's sentence was cut off when Rusev turned him around, and hit him with a Machka Kick.

Rusev tugged at the referee to count and that was it.

"1, 2, 3."

You looked up in shock seeing Roman on the ground, holding his head while Rusev grabbed his title and exited the ring. You quickly slid in, to Roman's side and Lana and Rusev stalked up the ramp with a smile.

Boo's could be heard around the arena as they taunted you and Roman. Roman staggered to his feet, breathing hard. "Ro, are you okay?" You tried putting a hand on his arm, but he shrugged you off, leaving the ring without a glance back to you.

'Oooos' erupted as Roman walked away, leaving you in the ring.

You followed after him backstage. "Roman wait!" Roman kept walking, ignoring your voice. "Ro, baby, stop walking so fast." Roman made it to the locker room, Seth and Dean, nowhere in sight.

"Okay, now that we're alone, we need to talk about this." Roman's head snapped to you, anger in his eyes. "No, WE don't need to talk about anything. You had one job, one fucking job and you couldn't do that. I said DON'T come out there, and what'd you do? You came out there."

You flinched at the loud tone of his voice. "Roman, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know you were watching me. Maybe if you were watching Rusev and not me, you would've won." Your tone came firm at your statement, watching as Roman slowly walked to you. "What did you just say to me?"

You opened your mouth to repeat it. "I said if you were watching Rusev instead of me, you would've won." You felt bold saying it, but all your confidence flew out the window when Roman's hand came to your throat, cutting your air circulation off.

"Watch how you talk to me! I told you not to come out there! Listen to me when I tell you something!" Your hand was around his wrist, squeezing and tugging for him to release you. He eventually did, walking away to the bathroom. You looked at where he was in disbelief, holding throat.

He just hurt you.

Without any words in your throat, you left out, running down the hall to your friend Paige. You knocked on the door repeatedly, tears in your eyes. She opened the door with a worried face. "Y/n, why are you crying, come in!"

She tugged you in her locker room, sitting you down on the couch and grabbing water. "What happened? Talk to me." It took you a moment, but you got it out. "He choked you?" You nodded your head, showing her your neck, the large handprint..

"This isn't good, Y/n. You need to leave him, call the police, tell Vince, do something!" You were quickly to disagree with her words. "No! I can't. I love him." Paige looked at you like you were crazy. "Y/n listen to yourself! He just choked you, he could've killed you and you want to stay with him?"

Your head hung low, as you answered. "I know what he did was wrong, but he was mad. We all go a little mad sometimes, don't we?" You tried to get a laugh at the famous movie quote, but there was no smile cracking from Paige. "I'm serious, this is no time to joke around. Imma go talk to him." You just sat there as Paige left the room, knowing you couldn't stop her.

-

Paige didn't knock on Roman's door, busting right open to see him sitting on the couch. "Roman fucking Reigns, you're a real bitch!" Paige went crazy, slapping him, until she was out of breath. "Well, I deserved that."

Paige gave him a look. "You think? Who do you think you are to be choking any girl? Especially when it's your girlfriend. Y/n has done NOTHING to you, but supports you. She was trying to help."

Roman sat there silent like a kid getting scolded by his teacher. "If you weren't so busy yelling at her and watching Rusev you probably would've won the belt." Roman groaned, hands covering his ears. "Stop, Y/n said the same thing!"

Paige let out a breath. "She's right. Why did you choke her? You should've just yelled at her, told her to leave you alone." Roman quickly added, "And I did. I told her that I needed some space and I didn't want to talk to her, but she kept pushing me."

It was silent between the two. "You're lucky she didn't tell Vince or call the police." She was about to leave the room, but he stopped her. "Paige, tell her we need to talk when she's ready, please?" Paige listened to him and left to you.

The moment she opened the door you stood up. "What happened? What did you do? What did he say?" She gently pushed you backwards so you landed on the couch. "Woah, calm down, I just talked to him." You waited for her to continue.

"He said he kept telling you he needed space and for you to leave him alone, but you wouldn't stop." You nodded your head. "I just wanted to help him calm down." You sadly said, rubbing your hands over your face. "He also said he wants to talk to you when you're ready."

You looked at her when she said that. "Should I?" Paige shrugged her shoulders. "It's up to you. That's your relationship. If you wanna stay with him go talk to him, but if not you need to tell him." You took in her words, thinking hard. "I need some time."

-

Time turned into a week. You really thought hard about this. You love Roman with everything in you, but is he worth the risk of your life? You got up and dressed and went to his home, knocking on the door.

The door opened revealing a tired looking Roman. Dark bags under his eyes, he smiled. "Hey." You returned his smile. "Hello." He stepped aside, letting you in. You walked in, sitting on the living room couch. "Do you want something to eat or drink?" You politely declined, and he joined you.

The room was quiet for a few seconds before you decided to speak up. "We don't need any foreplay. We both know what happened last week." He nodded his head in agreement. "I've had a week to think about us, but I wanna hear your plea first."

Roman cleared his throat. “I know I should've never put my hands on you, especially to choke you, but I wasn't in the right state of mind that night. You were there after I told you not to, I got distracted, and lost my temper. And I'm not using that as an excuse. I can see if you don't wanna be with me, let alone friends. I'm supposed to protect you. I promised your parents to protect you with everything in me, only for it to be me who’s hurting you. I just feel like I'm such a shitty boyfriend."

A frown came to your face as he continued to speak. "You should just break up with me, call the police, tell Vince to fire me. I ain't no man." You scooted closer to him, cupping his cheeks in your hand.

"Listen to me Ro, even though you did something that is unacceptable, that doesn't change the fact that you're a great boyfriend. I'm sorry that I was trying to help after you told me not to, but I just wanted to be useful to you."

You both sat in silence, taking in each other's words. “I wanna stay with you, but we gotta take things slow, like turtle slow. I need to regain my trust. I was so scared that day. I thought you were gonna kill me.” Roman’s eyes grew wide at your confession. “I would never, but I can see why.”

You ran your hand over his knuckles. “Just take it slow, real slow.” He kissed your knuckle as a thank you.

Seth Rollins:

You walked down the halls, making your way to Seth's locker room.

You just finished an important match that's giving you an opportunity for the Divas Championship.

You opened the door to see Seth sitting on the couch typing on his phone, and TV off. "Hey baby, did you see my match?" You asked, breathing heavy.

Seth grumbled a response, continuing to type away. "Seth?" Seth ignored you, eyes still glued to his phone. "Seth!" Seth's eyes snapped up to you. "What!?" He screamed just as loud as you. "Did you hear me?" Seth stood up, nodding his head.

"Yeah, something about going to the catering? Look, I have to go meet a friend, I'll talk to you later." He placed a kiss on your cheek and walked away.

You stood there looking confused. What was on his phone? Why did all of a sudden he had to go 'meet a friend?' Why couldn’t he tell you who it was? You brushed your questions off and decided to take a shower to cool down and get the sweat off you.

-

You washed up and made your way to the catering. You walked in and saw Roman and Dean sitting at the corner table, Dean devouring a plate of pizza. "Hey boys." Roman greeted you and Dean waved. "Damn Dean, is it good?" You giggled as he grunted. You looked around the room for Seth.

When you got out of the shower he said he would be here. "Have you guys seen Seth?" Roman answered, "Yeah, he was here before you came, but left after getting a text or something." You stayed silent, taking in the information Roman told you. Again with the phone thing and leaving.

Just then Seth walked in, taking a seat next to you. "Hey guys, what are we talking about?" Dean cut in. "Oh, we were talking about how you were-" You quickly stopped Dean from talking. “About how good you're gonna be in your match next week."

You awkwardly laughed, smiling at Seth's suspicious look. "Anyways, when I was on my way here I overheard some staff members talking about how Donald Trump is supposed to-." Seth didn't finish his story before Becky came up to him, tapping him on his shoulder.

"Seth, can we talk?" Everyone's attention went to Becky as Seth looked at her. "Yeah, let's go somewhere more private." Without hesitation he stood up, going with her.

It was silent as you and the boys wondered what just happened. "Did Becky just take our boy away?" Dean asked, breaking the silence. "Yeah, yeah she did." Roman said, chuckling in disbelief. "Guys, I know this might sound crazy, but I think Seth might be cheating on me."

Dean and Roman looked at you like you were crazy. "I know, I know, you may be thinking 'why?' It's because he's been glued to his phone recently, not watching my matches, and I have a feeling it's with Becky." You sighed, running a hand over your face.

This was all too stressful for you right now. "I think I'm gonna head to the hotel early, I'll talk to y'all next week." The boys let you go, seeing sadness in your eyes.

-

Next week came around the corner and boy were you excited. The chance to win the title against Aj was here. You've trained for this day to come and now that it's here you can't wait.

You were standing at the gorilla with Seth, Roman and Dean, doing your stretches. "Don't stress out, okay? You're gonna win that title for yourself." Roman said, shaking you by the shoulders. "And for us!" Dean added, a laugh erupting from all of you.

Seth was about to say something, but his phone dinged. "Oh guys I gotta go, good luck babe." He left, walking down the hall. You watched as Seth walked away, a sad look on your face. "Hey, focus on your match and then you'll get back to him." You nodded your head continuing your stretches until it was time.

-

It seems like their pep talk did wonders because you came up winning the title. You were crying with tears of joy, standing up tall with the title. Aj sat on the mat, throwing a fit while screaming, but you didn't care. You just won your first ever title.

You stayed out for a while before heading backstage. The first people who met you were Dean and Roman. Dean engulfed you in a hug, squeezing you tightly. "Dean, please let me go. You're squeezing the life outta me." Dean compiled, letting you go following a hug from Roman.

"We're so proud of you. You got your first ever gold while being in the shield!" You smiled thanking them once more. "Have you guys seen Seth?" Their smiles dropped fast. "No. He hasn't come back since you left." A frown came to your face. He was probably watching the match from his locker room. "It's okay I'll go see him."

You entered his locker room, seeing he wasn't there. "Seth?" You called out, looking around. You spot his phone on the table. You picked it up, it turned on when a notification came up. It was Becky texting him. You tried to open his phone, but it was locked with a password.

You then tried to open it with his password, but it didn't work. He changed it? You were too invested in his phone that you didn't hear Seth's footsteps coming to you. "Y/n, what are you doing with my phone?" You turned around seeing him. "I won my match!" You showed him your title, with a smile.

"Okay, now please give me my phone." Your smile dropped when you noticed he didn't care. "Seth, can I ask you something?" His eyes didn't meet yours, with them on his phone. "If I get my phone back, yeah." You let off a breath before asking. "Are you cheating on me with Becky?"

Seth froze as he heard you. "What? Why would you think that?" You dryly chuckled. "You've been glued to your phone like it's your heart. You're always texting her and then leaving, so I'm gonna ask again. Is it Becky?"

You could see anger in his face. "No! I'm not cheating on you. Now give me my phone back!" He reached for it, but you backed away. "No, I don't believe you. Just tell me the truth!" Seth took a deep breath, inching closer to you. "I'm not gonna tell you again, give it back."

You held the phone farther from you. "No, if you're cheating on me I-" You stopped talking when Seth pushed you back, grabbing his phone. Your whole body fell backwards, slamming into the glass table behind you.

The loud thud and glass shattering caught the attention of Seth. You winced in pain as the glass stabbed your skin, blood leaking from your body. Seth dropped his phone. "Y-y/n?" He slowly inched towards you, but you jumped in pain.

Knocks came to the door, following people entering the room. "Seth what did you do!?" Seth's attention turned to Roman and Dean and many other superstars who had the look of horror in their eyes.

He was pushed aside by Vince and Triple H when they came into the room. "Someone call an ambulance!" An ambulance shortly arrived, taking you on a stretcher while everyone looked on. "Seth, you gotta tell us what happened." Vince questioned Seth, but Seth couldn't speak.

His whole body was full of guilt. "I-I-" Dean stood up, getting in his face. "Tell us! Tell us what happened! Why was she covered in her own blood!?" Roman pulled him back, calming him down. "I-I pushed h-her." Silence filled in the room as Seth walked away.

He ignored the calls from people and kept walking. He needed to be alone.

-

It's been 2 days since you came to the hospital and the only people that had came to see you were Roman, Dean, your bosses, and parents. You were kind of bummed out that Seth hasn't come, but at the same time glad.

You don't know how you're gonna face him. A knock at the door made you sit up slightly. Walked in was a nurse with pills in a glass of water in her hands. "Hey Y/n, I need you to take your medicine." You took the pills, pushing the glass of water aside. "Just wanted to let you know that you have a visitor. Would you like them to come in?" You nodded your head, closing your eyes.

The nurse walked out and Vince came in. "Hey kid, how ya feeling?" You shrugged your shoulders. "In pain, but it's getting better. The doctor said it would take 2 or 3 weeks for all my cuts to heal." Vince took note of that. "Y/n, did you think he did it on purpose?"

You gave him a questioning look. "Push me?" Vince nodded his head. "Because if you think that, we can press charges, and maybe even fire him." You were quick to dismiss his choices. "No! Please don't! I don't think he did. He just really wanted his phone and I wasn't giving it to him."

Vince didn't know if he should believe you are not, but decided to anyway. "Alright, whatever you say. Imma go and let you get some rest." He left the room, leaving you alone. You stared up at the ceiling, thinking about everything that's happened this week.

-

When you woke up, you felt your hand being squeezed tightly. The sound of sobs came to your ears as you turned your head. It was Seth sitting in the chair, holding your hand while crying.

"Seth?" He jumped at the sound of your voice, standing up quickly. "S-sorry to bother you. I'll be l-leaving now." Before he could take 3 steps you stopped him. "Seth, don't go." He stopped in his tracks. "Sit." He compiled, sitting in the spot from earlier.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, looking down at your body littered with cuts and bruises. "50/50. Hurt, but not too bad." He watched as you sat up from your spot, giving him your full attention. "I'm pretty sure you know why I'm here."

You nodded your head. "There's no words that can describe how sorry I am. I didn't know there was a table behind you. I just wanted my phone, I didn't want you to find out!"

Your face turned into confusion at the last part of his sentence. "Find out about what?" Seth shook his head, sniffing the tears away.

"Me and Becky have been talking about ways to help our relationship out. I've been noticing how upset you've been looking and how drained you are, so I asked her for help since y'all used to be friends in NXT. It was supposed to be a surprise for our anniversary."

Your mouth dropped open in shock. That's why he's been so secretive. No wonder she's been asking you what things would make you happy and always talking to your parents behind your back. "Oh my Seth, I'm-'' Seth cut you off, knowing what you were gonna say.

"No, I should be the one apologizing. I lost my temper over my phone and look at where it got us." You let out a sigh seeing how hurt he was. Taking your hand in his and intertwining before giving a squeeze. “We can try again, but no more hiding phones, and let’s take it slow.” He thanked you repeatedly, kissing your hand. “Thank you, I promise I’ll be more honest with you.”

You both fell asleep that night in relief.

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SOLITUDE || 001

hello and welcome to the debut of solitude. to all my current readers, you already know what’s up, but to new and curious readers, this installment is based off of climbing the food chain of wwe, taking place in mostly the modern era, so there are superstars spanning from 2013 the earliest to 2022..

just let me cook on the timeline a little bit okay, you'll like it LOL. there’s a lot of Twitter segments in this so i hope it’s not annoying, they’re going to die down for the most part later i promise

without further ado, please enjoy!

TODAY IS THE first day of your call up. The support you’ve gotten from your friends from the training center was wonderful, but you’re still feeling antsy and incredibly nervous. Hopefully, your first day on the brand goes well..

Shawn Michaels was the one to break the news that you were getting called up. You could remember it so clearly because you completely ambushed him with an excited hug once he dropped the bomb on you.

He had patted your back and told you to lighten your grip a little bit, but not without a grin on his face.

If it’s one thing you deserve, it is the chance to expand your career. You always came early, and you were always prepared to learn.

You weren’t sure how to feel when he told you that you’d be heading to the main roster.

You only started as a superstar on the indie circuit and are only used to being on much smaller channels and local shows. You couldn’t even imagine being on WWE, which was broadcast on national television!

He had seen the look on your face and quickly tried to do damage control.

“We’re soft-launching you, or however you kids say it these days,” He told you. You think he grumbled something about how social media was confusing, but you brushed him off. “As an interviewer, I mean.”

“Huh..” You give a shrug. “As long as I can wrestle sometime.”

He had assured you that you will, sooner than you think, but they just wanted to focus on your speaking. Once they (and you), were more confident, they’d allow you to be in much more opportunities.

Such is life, you guess. Get through these obstacles for a bigger reward. You gave your gratitude to Shawn as you had a lot to look forward to.

If you’re not mistaken, WWE had already posted a teaser on their twitter. For some reason, you would find yourself constantly checking the tweet.

@WWE ✓

We hear someone is entering the scene… 👀

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—is what it said. The flurry of tweets under it were mixed. Lots of people wanted to know what the deal was, though some were already speculating it was an old star coming back.

However, the few fans that knew of your work had their guesses. Some of the pictures you posted on Instagram were cryptic hints, but you knew how the internet was. Crazy detective work..

But anyhow, people around the training center know that you’re pretty introverted. You only came to get some work done and go home. It was hard for others to get to know you at first.

They like to call you shy, but you’ve started to hate that word the more it’s used. It holds you back too much. You won’t make it far if you’re stuck with that description for your entire life.

Fortunately, they know what you lack in words is made up for in the ring. There’s no question that you’re good, you just tend to get nervous when speaking to the public.

At heart, you knew they wanted to help you out, and they wanted you to become the best you can be! If you start practicing, you’re sure to be a star!

As motivating as it sounds, it’s still stressful. Going out of your comfort zone was nothing new. It’s a given if you want to wrestle properly, but it still makes you uneasy.

You know you’ve gotta put your best foot forward and do this despite it. This was your only chance, and you absolutely can’t mess this up.

Most of the people still training had given you their well wishes. It’s heavily appreciated; after all, you won’t see them anymore unless they’re called up there themselves.

You think you’ll miss Carmella the most. She was your training buddy, and you think she was the most excited about you getting called up. You hope that she’ll be next soon enough….

As of right now, you look tired. You damn sure feel tired.

It causes you to lie down on the floor of the locker room. It probably wasn’t the best idea, but fuck it. You’ve already made a bad decision by staying up all night out of excitement. It’s starting to come back to you.

Of course, you came to the arena a little too early. (which was an inside joke between coaches, you’re too punctual for your own good..)

You were sure most of your coworkers hadn’t arrived yet, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to see them. It’s not that you don’t want to, you’re just nervous to meet them.

Especially since you’ll probably be half asleep and may forget their names.

Much to your misfortune, a woman comes in, sunglasses on and suitcase handle clenched in hand.

She only lowers them with a finger once you’re in view. “Oooh,” She starts, then clicks her tongue. It’s apparent that she’s mocking you already. “..You look like trash.”

“Thanks,” You say with a sigh. “It’s so appreciated.”

This is not a good start. You make the move to get up off the comfortable ground and the woman puts a hand on her hip.

She’s not very amused, moving a free hand to flip her blue hair. “Did they get me a personal makeup artist? Or…are you just everyone’s stylist? Never seen you here before.”

“I’m new. An interviewer.” You say. Giving yourself that title feels much weirder than saying you were a wrestler. “Pray tell, who am I talking to?”

She’s a little taken aback by the cynical tone in your voice but takes her sunglasses off. This woman doesn’t think she’s met her match yet.

“Of course you don’t recognize a celebrity when you’re in front of one. Let me refresh your memory a bit. How does this sound? The boss, the blueprint, the standard!” She pauses for a bit for dramatic effect. “…Sasha Banks. And I better not have to repeat myself. Who exactly are you?”

“You have a pretty name.” You start off with. Honestly, you didn’t want to make an enemy out of her as much as she wanted to make one out of you. You hope she could see that. “I’m [Name], and you’re right. I am new. Maybe we can get to know each other a bit more.”

It actually seems to work because she falters for a second. “…What?”

You hold out your hand to her and she looks at it for a moment before shaking it with a scowl. Before you realize it, she’s already taking her hand back.

“I’m assuming you’re wrestling? Do you have a match?” You quickly ask, not giving her a second to recover. “I’d like to interview you after if you do.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Sasha drops her suitcase. She’s unsure if she could stand your bright personality for a second longer. You’re going to be a problem in the future. “Sorry, not sorry, but you’re a nobody. What’s the point?”

“It was worth a try. But if that’s what you want I won’t force you.” Sasha rolls her eyes at your response. You’re way too nice. “At least tell me, do you think it’s fun here?”

“Fun?” She repeats. “Tch, I know you didn’t just ask if it was fun. Get real. There’s nothing fun about being here. There’s only one thing that matters, and it’s the Divas Championship. Got it?”

“Got it.” You nod. Divas Championship…duly noted. You don’t think you’ll be going for it anytime soon. “Who’s got it?” You’ll have to ask if the standard Women’s Championship was still in circulation as well.

“AJ Lee.” She answers. It’s the least snarky answer she’s given you so far, but she reverts back to it. “I swear, I’m gonna drag her ass across the mat for that title. She makes me sick with her skipping around.”

You voice your thoughts. “She skips?” That’s one way to get to the ring. You’re curious now. “I wonder if I can interview her…she must have a lot to say about her reign so far.”

“What?” Sasha’s immediately offended. “Um, no. Who says you’re interviewing her first? You’re obviously going to interview me first.”

It’s contradictory to what she’s said before, but because of it, there’s a smile growing on your face. She notices and jabs her index finger toward you. “You can wipe that smile off your face, rookie.”

“So be it. I will see you afterwards.” You agree to interview her, doing your best to fight the smile off.

Sasha huffs and leaves the room for now. Your eyes follow her, and once she’s gone, you shrug to yourself. Wow.

Well, that’s one way to get an interviewee.

Almost seconds after her departure, your phone vibrates and you see it’s a notification from Twitter. After that, the tweets start to flow in.

What now?

@SashaBanksWWE ✓

I ALWAYS come first. Don’t forget that, rookie. @Officially[Name].

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@No1DivazStan: Wait…?

↳ @Sashabanksfan109: Literally like who is that??? What is she talking about?

Oh boy. Now people actually are getting the idea. She even went as far as tagging you. You’re already starting to have people follow you.

Including Sasha, which was a plus!

You’re confident about things for a moment until the thought of having to talk to her live circles back. Shit, you might start to freak out a little.

You hope Sasha wouldn’t be too harsh on you, even if it were wishful thinking. Sasha’s gonna come in hot, especially if she loses. You have no choice but to adjust.

A few more moments of silence pass, and suddenly the floor is calling you again.

You immediately lay back down. How long until the show? You take your phone out of your pocket and check the time. 6:45. The show starts at around 7. Maybe 8 if there are any delays.

Would it be wrong if you took a quick nap? It’ll only be 15 minutes, but it might just be enough to keep you going for the rest of the night.

You’re already closing your eyes. You know you’re going to be unable to hit any major stages of sleep, but even just laying like this is nice.

Until the door opens. You’re shooting up from your spot, almost falling over in the process.

“I WASN’T SLEEPING.” You clarify, doing your best to stand up. The woman, who’s not Sasha this time, looks at you in confusion.

She points a finger at you. “Ya’ sure about that? From the looks of it, it seemed like you were knocked out for a second.” Her accent is the first thing that catches your attention as she starts to motion towards you.

“No, no, not at all.” You try to defend. “Can’t a woman stretch on the floor in peace?”

“Seriously, you call that stretching?” Before she can make any more sarcastic comments toward you, she turns to look at you. “I’ve never seen you around before. Got a name?”

She is trying her best to identify you to no avail. You hop up to your feet, then hold your hand out to her. “[Name]. I’m just an interviewer right now, yeah. I’m new. Who are you?”

“Becky. Becky Lynch.” She introduces, taking your hand to shake it firmly. You swear you’ve seen her before, too. Probably on Twitter. Guess Becky isn't the only one with deja vu.

You pray you wouldn’t forget her or Sasha’s name for that matter. You can’t fight the urge to yawn.

“Someone’s tired. You should go get some water before you pass out. Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

This is a nice change of pace from Sasha. Despite you trying to kill her with kindness, she’s just all kinds of intimidating, while this woman is…okay.

Water may do the trick. It might just be cold enough to wake you up. “Good idea. Anywhere I can get some?”

“Should be a cooler down the hall to your right.” She informs. “See, I’d offer to get it for you, but I’ve got a match to get ready for.”

“Well, thanks anyway.” But before you leave, Before you leave, you turn over to her. “This may be an assumption, but are you going against Sasha Banks?” You ask. You could be wrong, but it’s worth a shot to see.

She nods at you. “Smart girl. How’d you know?”

“I talked to her a bit earlier. She wouldn’t exactly tell me she was going in a match, but I guess it was safe to assume it was you.” You say. “If you’d like to be interviewed, I’ll be waiting backstage.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Becky says. She’s more concerned about you getting your water. “Go, I might be here when you get back. Don’t pass out.”

You make a noise to let her know you heard her. Did you make a new friend? You think so.

You’re still a bit disoriented from the lack of sleep. You only made it a few steps down the hall before forgetting the direction she told you to go. Great.

This hallway seemed horribly long. The more you walked, the more you felt like it extended somehow. You need a nap, but you don’t think you’re going to get it until retiring back to your hotel room.

A group of men dressed in what seems to be tactical clothes are sitting around nearby, and you find yourself approaching them in a sudden spur of confidence. It’s probably because you’re tired.

“Excuse me,” you call. All three of them look at you with curious looks, and you feel like you could just up and die right there.

Doesn’t exactly help that they’re all kind of attractive, either.

“Where can I get some water? It feels like I’m dying here.” You ask, using your hand to rub the side of your face.

To them, you looked like you had just completed a damn marathon run. One of them with short brown hair whispers something to another with half-blonde, half-black hair, and you look between them curiously.

You don’t have time for whispers. You want water. It makes you think about purposely passing out in front of them. Rude and manipulative, sure, but you’re not here to gossip!

The other one speaks up to you instead. He’s also got long hair, but you think the most noticeable thing was his sleeve tattoo. You may have been staring too long because he snapped his fingers to get your attention.

At least he wasn’t glaring at you. There was a handsome smile on his face. “You there? Don’t tell me we’ve lost you already. You just got here.”

“Sorry. I’m really tired.” You admit. “Really, REALLY tired. Water would be nice.”

“To your left,” He says. “Should be one over there.”

The exasperation in your voice is ever present when you say: “Thank you!”. You’re dying here. You’ll have to come back and thank your only savior after replenishing yourself. Turning away, you head in the direction he told you.

You don’t hear the snickering behind you as you leave. Too busy thinking about hydration at this point.

Going further down, you see that there still is no water cooler. You’re only met with a dead end, and though there are doors, the signs only tell you that they’re just control rooms.

You’re confused. Why would he send you that way? You turn around and head back the way you came as it must’ve been an honest mistake.

You see them still sitting there with smiles. “Hey, excuse me,” you call, waving your hand. “There’s no water over there. Are you sure it’s that way?”

“We know.” The man who gave you instruction earlier had said. “We just wanted to mess with you a bit. Go that way.” First day on the job and people are already trying to rib you? Goddamn it.

On the bright side, it seemed to be lighthearted. Or so you hope.

This time, you hope, he points the correct way. The only thing you can do is let out a sigh and move forward. You don’t even stay to listen to anything else he says.

"Don't take it to heart!" One of them yells behind you.

You scoff to yourself. This time, they redeemed themselves because you found that lovely water cooler. You immediately pick up the pace and reach out to snatch a cup.

Finally, cold water. You're sure you'll wake up this time. You're almost half tempted to pour some on your face, but you aren't THAT unhinged. Besides, you don’t want to waste it.

The moment you lift your cup and and take a refreshing sip, someone saying “hey” makes you look over, and you nearly spit your drink out.

The guy that had given you the wrong direction had come around. You cough up bits of water, holding a hand on your chest. “Why?! God, you scared the hell out of me!”

“Sorry.” He apologizes. You’re not so sure if it’s sincere. “Stephanie McMahon told me about you. You’re [Name], right?”

It takes you a second to reply and he looks at you expectantly. You hold your hand up. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, that’s me.” You nod.

“Roman,” He introduced himself back, setting his hands on the vest of his tactical gear. “I know it’s your first day and all, but do you know who’s in charge?”

“….Vince McMahon?” You offer with a shrug.

Roman chuckles, shaking his head. “You were close. But that’s not it. The Authority is the one in charge.” He clarifies to you. “And you’d best be on their side. Tell me, new girl. Do you plan to be on the side of justice?”

Truth be told, you’re a little intimidated. Again.

You wonder if you even had a choice right now. Before you answer him you decide to take a sip of water, this time, without coughing up a lung.

“Justice, what do you mean by that?”

“The Authority is seeking to make sure that everyone keeps in line.” He explains. “We’ve already got a hold on the men’s division, but the women’s division….”

He trails off, looking toward you expectantly.

“I’m just an interviewer.” You hold your hands up in defense. “I don’t know anything about wrestling. Like anything.”

A lie, but you don’t exactly want to get involved.

You thought it felt weird to call yourself an interviewer, but now you’re going to hold onto that title until it’s convenient enough for you….

“Don’t give me that crap. I know exactly what you are.” So much for that. Roman gets closer to you and you move back just a little. It doesn’t do much, because he’s still in your space.

You’re starting to feel cornered.

“And what I don’t appreciate is people lying to me. Listen, [Name]. Pretty girls like you are always smart. If you knew what’s good for you, you’d better—“

“Hey guys!” A new voice makes you look over Roman. “Roman…and….who’s this?” He points a finger over to you.

“[Name].” You say. This guy might be your potential savior.

He doesn’t really pester any further than that, oddly enough. “Cool. You guys wanna take a selfie?” Before you two could even answer, he’s already approaching with a phone in hand.

“Wait,” You try to stop him. “I’m not ready—“

All Roman does was glare at the camera while you were holding out your hand toward it. He’s already took it and you were caught in the worst off guard moment.

“You guys better get ready for Raw. It starts in like five minutes.” The man recommends. “Thanks for the selfie.”

He saunters off and Roman shakes his head. After the stranger had made some distance, he finally speaks to you. “I can’t stand Theory’s dumbass.”

“Theory?” You repeat. “Who?”

“Austin Theory.” He clarifies. “Won’t stop taking those stupid selfies. It’s all the goddamn time.”

You slowly nod, but take advantage of the fact Austin had said there’s only five minutes until Raw starts. “Gosh. This was such a nice meeting, but I had better get going. You know, interviews and stuff to do.”

Roman says nothing, so you take the opportunity to side-step and walk past him. However, he doesn’t let you get far before saying…

“Better think about what I said. You don’t have much time.”

You’re hoping that wasn’t a threat. And now that you think about it?

He didn’t even apologize for leading you the wrong way!

You were just trying to get ready to be on television. You did everything you could to stand out for your debut, despite some people knowing that you’d show up sometime.

You can only imagine the pre-show talks around on social media. God, you hope you weren’t sweating. You think you’re just overreacting, but you feel like you’re gonna cry.

If you weren’t awake before, you sure are now.

Your phone starts buzzing again on the vanity you were seated at. The stylist who was helping you get things together had stepped away earlier, leaving you be with your thoughts.

Until now. The moment you pick up your phone and open Twitter, you groan.

Roman was right about the selfies being stupid.

Austin had posted it on Twitter. The only thing you’re really focused on is yourself. You look a disheveled mess and you’re happy you could fix yourself up a little bit right now.

You’re reeling as you read some of the responses. Although, some were funnier than others…

@Theory_1 ✓

Roman and some new girl are here today! I caught them in their natural habitat.

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@annsweet_: OMG FREE HER???? WHY DOES SHE LOOK SCARED LMAO

↳ @Lilgrab$78: Nah fr they holding her hostage in there

@Biilionnsmind: Are you serious? [Name] Theory AND Roman? This has gotta be the multiverse

↳ @YourChampion0: Not gonna lie they might be an item. Guess we’ll see if they have something going on or they just were filming something.

@bellstrings: Wait not too much on [Name]…face card is still ACTIVE and ready to TAP!

Along those lines of being mentioned, Austin had followed you as well. But seeing yourself being the talk of others is just surreal. You’re happy about it.

“Hey, [Name].” A stagehand calls. “You’re on in about 2 minutes. You’ll be interviewing Sasha Banks. It’s the only person you’ll be doing, so you’re free to go home after.”

Alright then. You hop up out of your seat. You looked good enough, so you didn’t exactly need that stylist to come back. Your time to shine.

You let the stagehand lead the way to where you’re supposed to be positioned. It’s a nice set up, you think. There’s a red curtain behind you as well as a television settled with “Raw” displayed on it.

“Sasha lost because of interference.” The stagehand informs you. “She’ll go on about the details. But just ask her some questions. She should be here any second now.”

You’ll try. The camera is already settled in front of you, waiting for the go ahead. As soon as he said that, Sasha comes storming into the room. He signals toward the both of you that he’s rolling.

“Wow, Sasha..!” You exclaim, shaking your head. “That was definitely……a match.”

Sasha looks at you with a scowl. “You think?! Becky only got lucky because AJ came out all peppy. I almost had her.” She complains. “I had Becky in the Bank Statement. She was about to tap…”

She literally has to stop talking and take a breath before she loses it. Everyone, even the crowd, can tell that she’s STEAMING.

“…Uh, do you think you’ll need help in the future for AJ? It looks like she’s posing a really big threat to you.” You say. “Cause’ if you’re asking me, it looks like you may need a future tag partner.”

You’re going steady, despite the fact your hand may or may not be shaking a bit. You’re just glad that this segment wasn’t out in the ring. You tilt the mic over to Sasha.

All you had to do was pretend like the camera wasn’t there and that you were having a simple conversation. Everything’s just fine.

You had hoped she would understand that you were insinuating that you could be of assistance, but she takes it the wrong way.

“What, you think I’m not good enough?” She challenges, stepping closer to you. “You think I can’t beat AJ on my own? She’s the one that needs help. That’s why she gets Tamina to do her dirty work. Let me remind you that I’m Sasha Banks. I was the NXT Women’s Champion. The Boss can handle herself in battle and she damn sure doesn’t need someone that’s gonna hold her back.”

“I get it, jeez. I was trying to help you, Sasha.” You explain. It might be a chance to get you active in the ring.

“Aren’t you supposed to be doing your job and asking me questions? I don’t need your help.” She fires back.

Whatever. You just shrug it off. “Fine. You want questions, I’ll give you questions. You tagged me on Twitter. When you tagged me on Twitter, was that you trying to put me on notice?”

It’s easy for her to bounce off of what you said.

“You clearly act like you have no idea who I am. Maybe now you’ll get a clue. As a matter of fact, you better leave that fake little sweet innocent act at the door, cause I see right through you.”

“What act? I’m just being me.” It’s true. You really are!

“Right, and Becky must be the best wrestler on the planet…hah! That’s hilarious even thinking about it.” Sasha falls into a laugh, and you fight the urge to smile at her contagious laugh. Instead, you wipe it off in order to look confused.

She takes a breath. “You know what? You wanna help me, prove it to me. You and me, a match next Monday. I know that you’re not gonna do well, but I’ll have fun destroying you anyways, rookie.”

This was your chance!! You can’t fight the excitement, so you immediately agree. “Yes! I mean, yeah. Absolutely. It’s a match, Sasha. Shake on it?”

You offer your free hand to her. Despite her gritting her teeth, she takes it.

Sasha thinks you’re too excited, but she’d be lying if she wasn’t curious to see how you’d fare against her.

Your first match is against Sasha Banks. Thinking about it seemed so surreal. You’ve got a lot to prepare for next Monday.

Sasha’s eyes seem to catch onto something behind you and she groans, snatching her hand back. “Not her—“

“I wasn’t expecting you here, Sasha!” There’s a woman who’s slightly shorter than you that comes over with a championship tucked over her arm. This must’ve been the Divas championship, if the words on the butterfly weren’t evident enough.

“You know, not after you lost. Thought you would’ve went home by now!” She holds onto it even tighter once Sasha gave her a nasty look.

“You must be AJ Lee?” You try to divert some of the tension. “It’s nice to see the divas champion face to face.”

Sasha gags, but AJ giggles at your words. She rubs a hand over the butterfly, looking at you. “Oh pssssh, this? It’s nothing major…it just means I’m the best, but seriously, nothing major. Oh, and Sasha? Sorry Tamina made you lose focus…no hard feelings?”

Sasha rears her fist back and you immediately try to jump in the middle of them. Might’ve been a dumb decision, but it made Sasha immediately freeze once you did. You’re not even sure if AJ flinched.

You’re planted firmly in between them without any plans of moving anytime soon. “Woah, woah woah, can we hold off on the fighting PLEASE?! Why don’t you guys settle it in the ring, just like me and Sasha are?”

“You guys…” AJ looks between you two. “…are wrestling each other? Huh.”

You nod at her. “Yeah. I think you should follow suit. It’s obvious you two have problems.”

“Well, you’re right. It’s not like can’t beat you again, Sasha!” AJ chimes. “Anyway, I’m going to go polish my title! Don’t wait up for me, ladies!”

And just like that, AJ skips off. Sasha slowly turns to look at you and the only thing you can do is look back at her.

“I don’t care,” She starts, pointing a finger at you. “You’re helping in whatever happens, rookie.”

“What?! Why me??” You whine. “This isn’t my issue, the only thing I’m worried about is our match.“

As she’s said earlier, she doesn’t care. “You heard me. All you’ve gotta do is be ready. When I tell you to do something, you go.”

She leaves you with that. An exasperated sigh falls from your lips.

You’ve got more than just your match to worry about now..

#RAWTonight

@WWE ✓

A nearly explosive confrontation tonight on Raw between AJ Lee, [Name], and Sasha Banks. Watch below! 👇🔥

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@xXHibiscus: THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING!???!!!

↳ @WomenofWWE: Yess! This is what we need, a strong three-way feud! The newbie, the underdog, and the champion. The storylines kind of have been getting boring. I wouldn’t mind Sasha & [Name] vs AJ, or maybe even AJ & [Name] vs Sasha.

↳ @RaeFed: [name] might’ve just saved us hold on

@RoseGambler: [Name] trying to be a peacemaker 😭

↳ @101Mariposa: SASHA WAS LITERALLY ABOUT TO ROCK AJ PLEASE. SHE NEEDS TO MOVE

↳ @ThenNowForever: Why she hit the “Sasha, this isn’t you”??

@MarkPodcast: Never heard of [Name]..…is she new?

↳ @platinumstarred: yeah she was mainly on the indies, wasn’t bad at all like she was rlly good

↳ @MarkPodcast: Hopefully she’ll stay good while she’s here!

@Feistysummer: Sasha saying she doesn’t need help…then turns around and tells [Name] that she’s going to help LOL

↳ @Divas4L: They’re definitely going to be friends, if not best friends in the future..

#and here we are friends……. #pretend im being held up tiredly by a wrestler after a hard match bc I wrote this hehe #I LUV U SASHAAAAAAAAAA #this may be the series of all time #wwe x reader #wwe Imagines #wwe various x reader #wwe various imagine #wwe Imagine #roman reigns x reader #Roman reigns imagine #dean ambrose x reader #seth rollins x reader #becky lynch imagine #becky lynch x reader #sasha banks x reader #sasha banks imagine #dean ambrose imagine #aj lee x reader #aj lee imagine

[damiansgoodgirll]

OMG OMG OMG DEAN AMBROSE? I miss him so much so can you please write something fluffy for him?

reader is the complete opposite of him and that’s why they are so cute and in love

dean ambrose x reader

beauty and the beast

everyone loved your relationship with dean.

at first people looked at you both in the wrong way, thinking that you deserved better, or saying that he deserved someone who could handle it because everyone knew how dean was.

but you were able to keep it calm and in control.

you were backstage watching him fighting in the ring and couldn’t contain the emotion when you saw him winning the match.

he never showed happiness on screen so you weren’t surprised when instead of celebrating he came back into the backstage to you. colleagues were congratulating him but he couldn’t care less, all he wanted was to find comfort in your arms.

you literally jumped in his arms when he opened the door.

“you won!” you exclaimed while kissing his cheeks.

“i did!” he said while his arms held you closer to his body.

“i’m so proud of dean…you really deserve it” you said by kissing his cheeks once again.

he wanted a little more tho…

he knew you were too shy to start something first so he took the opportunity and lifted your chin up. his hand went to caress softy your cheek while his eyes never left yours. then his lips met yours in a very tender kiss.

his lips against yours felt like heaven.

“we should probably celebrate…” you whispered against his lips. he wished you meant by having a very hot steamy make out session and some mind blowing sex but he knew your mind was too pure for that so he accepted the offer about going out for a few drinks.

during the night out his hands never left your body. while he was driving his hand was on your thigh and when you got into the bar his hands went from your shoulders to your waist.

you got seated in the corner, away from the public eye. the bar lights were dark, giving you more privacy.

you drank and talked all night, never missing the sweet kisses he would give you occasionally, making your heart skip a beat.

“i really like this place…” dean said.

it was a bar that you looked at on instagram. knowing you were touring with him and that you were in a different city almost everything you wanted to discover more things to do so when your eyes caught up with this bar on ig you knew it was perfect, for you and dean.

“i know…i chose it for you…” you smiled at him.

“well it’s perfect princess…” he kissed your lips again, bringing his hands to your hips, motioning to you to sit on his lap.

“people can see us…”

“no one would see us baby…and even if they do they won’t even have the time to look at you that they’ll be already dead” he smirked at you.

you shyly put your head between the crook of his neck while his hands moved onto your back.

“no no princess…look at me, i wanna see that pretty face of yours” he whispered and you lifted your head up.

he started to kiss you a little rougher, making you slightly moan.

you were like trapped between his body, knowing it was going to be a very long night.

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[plentyoffandoms]

Main Masterlist ♡ Jon Moxley Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: use of sex toys. P in V. Unprotected sex. Anal sex.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Requested by anonymous. Hope you like it.

WC: 908

I called out her name, knowing she was home due to the fact that her car was in the driveway. She didn't answer back, but then I noticed that the shower was running in our master bathroom. I smiled as I imagined her naked in the shower.

One sight I have seen multiple times in our relationship. I decided to suprise her in our room. I ran up the stairs, two at a time, and practically ripped off my clothes as I was about to climb into our bed, when I noticed the one drawer on her side of the bed, was slightly open.

It is usually locked, and I understand privacy, so I never cared much about what was in this drawer.

But as I waited for her, my curiosity got the better of me, and I had to look.

I leaned over her side of the bed, looked at the closed bathroom door, and then opened the drawer. My eyes widened at the contents of the drawer as I actually placed the drawer on the bed and started to go through each item.

"Jon." I looked up at the sound of her voice, the both of us startled. I didn't hear the shower turn off, and she was expecting me home later tonight.

"Caught the earlier flight, love." I forgot for a moment about what I was doing, but her eyes were zoned in on what I was holding. I looked down and then back at her, holding up the anal plug in my hand.

"So this is what you do while I am gone." It wasn't a question, but a fact.

She clutched her towel closer to her body and looked away in shame. I didn't want her to feel this way.

I called her name, and when that didn't work, I dropped the toy and got off the bed to stand in front of her, placing my hand under her chin, gently urging her to look at me.

"No need to feel shame, love. I was only stating a fact, but why hide these from me?"

"Any previous relationship hated that I used toys when I was alone. They thought I was using them because they weren't getting the job done." I rolled my eyes.

"Well they were fucking idiots." I pulled her into my arms, forcing her to drop the towel. "How about you show me your favourites, and you and I can have some fun with them."

"Really?" The question was silent, but almost breathy.

"Yeah baby, I want to see what you use when I am not here to take care of your needs."

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My cock was leaking with so much pre-cum, that it made it easier for me to jerk my cock off as I watched her from my spot, in front of the bed, on the chair I pulled from the corner, as she was laying in the middle of our bed.

Her back was arched, her legs spread, and I had the perfect angle that I could see the purple vibrating anal plug in her ass,

The dildo, that seemed to be the same size of my cock, she was thrusting in and out of her body at such a pace, that I watched memorised. My name fell from her lips as she quickly brought herself to the second orgasm of the day.

As she stuffed her pussy with the dildo to cum around something, she pulled on the chain that was laying across her stomach.

My mouth went dry when I saw her pull slightly on the nipple clamps.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I practically flew onto the bed, throwing the dildo to the side and slamming into her still spasming pussy as I fucked her throat this orgasm, triggering another one for her.

"Fuck, shit. Oh fuck. So wet." I couldn't even think straight as I fucked her. I reached down between our two bodies and pulled on the chain, making her mouth drop open.

My free hand gripped her throat, forcing her to keep looking at me.

"Never hide anything like this from me again." I growled out.

"I want videos, photos, anything sent to me when you use these."

"Yes, Jon." Was the only thing she was able to get out.

I felt myself getting close to the edge, but I didn't want to cum in her pussy. Not yet.

I flipped us over, and I placed her on her knees. I spread her asscheeks and gently took out the vibrating anal plug and tossed that aside.

I gently slid into her ass, silently thanking that we used the plug as I wasn't going to last.

I bottomed out, and I had to hold myself back from finishing so soon.

My thrusts were slow to start, just savouring how wonderful her ass felt around my cock, when she started to move back and forth.

"Faster Jon, please." She whined, and that was all I needed.

I fucked her so hard, so fast that she collapsed on the bed. My hands gripped her hips to keep them lifted.

My thrusts started to get sloppy, and it took only five more before I stilled, filling her ass with my cum as I groaned.

I collapsed beside her on the bed.

"Your past lovers were fucking idiots." Was all I said before I pulled her into my arms and kissing the top of her head.

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[perplexedflower]

Waking Up With The Shield - 1/3: Don't Go Baking My Heart

Fandom: WWE.

Category: F/M.

Relationship: Dean Ambrose x Female Reader.

Type: One shot.

Words: 1,497.

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I slowly opened my eyes, only to find myself enveloped securely in a pair of tender arms; I turned my head to the side and saw Dean, his eyes closed, still peacefully asleep. My arms were wrapped around his bare chest while both of his hands rested on my waist and thighs. In the bedroom reigned a powerful mixture of aromas, combining love and passion, with a hint of sweat. Although I could still smell what was left of my own perfume on my skin, the one scent my nose picked up on was Dean's cologne against his neck and collarbone, the fragrance intense yet soothing. As I breathed in his scent, I closed my eyes and held his body closer to mine, the palms of my hands resting on his back; I nestled my face against his chest, seeking warmth and serenity in the crook of his neck.

Just as I did so, I felt a faint grip on one of my arms, shortly followed by a gentle stroke: when I turned my gaze to my left, Dean's smiling face appeared, his eyes now open, meeting mine with softness.

"Good morning, baby." He whispered sweetly as he combed my hair with his fingers. "I see you woke up before me... for once."

I chuckled lightly at his comment, before I reached for his hands and intertwined my fingers with his; it had become a habit of Dean to be the first one awake, no matter the day, as he greatly enjoyed preparing breakfast in bed for the both of us.

I know he likes cooking breakfast for me because it makes him feel useful and allows him to add a loving touch to our relationship, and even my life in general, and I'm extremely grateful for such an affectionate gesture... but he never seems to realize that he doesn't need to feel obliged to do it every morning. I thought to myself as I stared into his eyes. I've already told him plenty of times before, it's not necessary for me to be any happier than I already am or even to make me understand how much he loves me, I know he does. But every time I argue with him about it, he insists and still ends up being the one to take care of breakfast... I wish we could switch roles, for once.

Dean leaned closer to me, sticking his face against my neck to kiss it tenderly, which pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Hmm... I can smell my cologne on your skin... It's hot." He said, his voice slightly muffled as his nose sniffed my collarbone.

"No wonder, I spent the whole night snuggled against you." I told him with a smile, my cheeks slightly pink. "We were practically glued to each other all night long... Not that it bothered me."

Dean chuckled as he lay his head on his pillow, closing his eyes, and a yawn escaped his lips. Still properly adjusting to the bright rays of sunlight that were peeking through the bedroom window, I gently rubbed my eyes. Then, with a chuckle of my own, I reached for his cheek as I tilted my head slightly.

"But enough of all that." I stated with assertion. "What do you say I make us breakfast in bed today?"

My question coupled with my enthusiastic tone led Dean to open his eyes back and wide.

"I would really like to do it, this time around." I continued with a smile. "Besides, it seems you're too tired to take care of it, anyway."

"I don't really know, [Y/N]..." He answered hesitantly.

"What, do you not trust me with it? Or are you simply too obsessed with that little ritual of yours?" I asked him in a teasing tone.

"Nah, don't be ridiculous." He replied in an attempt to be nonchalant, though the faint blush on his face betrayed his voice. "I don't even know what you're talking about, I'm not tired."

The very second he finished his sentence, his mouth opened wide and came out a yawn, which he tried his best to conceal by turning his face to the side, as if to hide it from my eyes.

"Come on, Dean..." I laughed as I spoke.

With a gentle hand, I grabbed his face once more, lovingly caressing his skin.

"All I'm asking you is to let me do it, just this once. You always take such good care of me, I just want an opportunity to give it back."

Dean turned his head back to face me, his eyes staring into mine deeply: and, after a moment of silence, he closed his eyes and sighed.

"Alright, fine." He said with a smile and a slow headshake.

"Thank you love!" I exclaimed happily.

I leaned forward and left a soft kiss on his lips as a token of my gratitude.

"Now, I know the quality of the breakfast is obviously not going to be as premium as when you do it, but I'll do my best to reach your level of excellence." I said jokingly while I shifted into a sitting position on the bed.

"I swear I won't be too harsh on you." He said back, just as playfully.

I pecked his lips with mine one last time, the sensation of his rough beard rubbing against my skin sending shivers all the way down my spine, after which I stood up from the bed; I outstretched both my legs and arms while a yawn escaped through my mouth, then made my way out of the bedroom, heading for the kitchen. As I walked to the door, I passed by our large full-length mirror that was attached to the wall and caught a brief glimpse of myself: my hair was completely disheveled, my oversized t-shirt was sliding off one of my shoulders, and my limbs were covered with marks the bedsheets had left all over my skin.

After having exited the bedroom, I set out for the kitchen, which was just as messy as I was: the counter was littered with beer bottles from the previous night, the majority of them being empty, which I proceeded to throw away before I grabbed a cloth and cleaned the surface of the counter. I took this time to clean other corners of the kitchen, though without wasting too much time. And then, after a few minutes, I finally got down to cooking breakfast for Dean and myself.

Once I was done, I took an empty tray and filled it entirely, with both food and drinks of a wide variety, which I knew would satisfy him just as much as it would me. With the heavy tray in my hands, I carefully made my way back to the bedroom, assuring I would not break anything; I walked through the open doorframe with a glowing smile and my eyes landed on Dean, who was still comfortably lying in bed, his eyes closed.

"Your breakfast is ready, sir." I solemnly declared before I chuckled.

He opened his eyes upon hearing the sound of my voice and an excited smile shaped his lips when he took notice of the tray in my hands.

"That's... a lot of things, baby." He told me with genuine surprise.

"I know, I know." I said as I felt a faint layer of blush spread across my face.

As I approached the bed, Dean outstretched his arms and moved his body on the bed, sitting with his back straight so that he would be in a more comfortable position to eat. I could see by the look in his eyes that I had managed to impress him, and this filled me with a great feeling of pride and happiness.

"Here you go." I said while I set the tray down on the sheets, over his legs.

I began to arrange the bed a little in order for us to be physically at ease by flattening the sheets and setting the pillows to the side, when he unexpectedly reached for my face and kissed my lips gently, catching me by surprise and leading my skin to grow yet even redder. After he pulled away, he stared deeply into my eyes, his thumbs brushing my cheeks.

"Thank you, sweetheart." He said sincerely. "I know I always insist on being the one to take care of it...  but it really means a lot to me to have you prepare breakfast for me this morning."

With a shy smile, I sat down next to him and slid my legs under the blanket, squeezing them against his.

"You're more than welcome, Dean." I told him with an affectionate smile. "I'm happy to do it for you, too."

While displaying a smile of his own, he brought me closer to him, close enough for me to rest my head on his shoulder, before he pulled the tray toward him.

"Now, let's get down to it, shall we?" He asked enthusiastically. "I'm starving."

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[ametrinearrows]

Sicky

YN had been looking forward to competing in her first Summer Slam for months. It was all she could think about for the last couple of weeks and the anticipation was overwhelming but also welcomed. However, fate was not working in her favor. With just a little over a week left until the major event, she woke up feeling absolutely miserable. Her head was pounding, nose running, and couldn’t seem to keep anything she ate down, no matter how little the amount was. 

After making the necessary phone calls to Vince and Hunter, she dialed the person who had been her hype man since the very beginning of her career, Dean Ambrose. 

“Hey, YNN! What’s up?” Jon’s voice echoed out of her speaker, and she could hear the smile that had no doubt written itself on his face.

“Well...” YN began but was thrown it a fit of coughing before she even get out what she wanted to tell the man.  

“Shit, YN, that sounded rough.”  

“It was. It's been like this all morning.” she stated into her phone as she laid down on the couch. “This year might not be my year for Summer Slam after all.” 

“Think you’ll be that sick for that long?” the man questioned after a silent ‘thank you’ to whoever he was talking to on the other end. “I mean you do have a week to get better. Just over a week, actually.” 

“Maybe not this sick, but most likely I won’t be up to par enough to wrestle. I’m also not trying to get Becky or Asuka sick either. Hell, I don’t want to be the reason anyone gets sick, to be honest.” She confessed and pulled a blanket over her. “All that and H has done said my health is more important than the match anyway. Said to take care of myself and not to worry about it.” 

“He has a good point there.” He said while it sounded like he was getting into his car. “Would it help if I brought soup or something?” 

YN shook her head even though she knew that he couldn’t see her. “No. I mean, would I like it? Yeah of course. But I don’t think I could keep it down. I ate just a piece of toast this morning for breakfast, and it was back up within fifteen minutes. Plus, I don’t want to get you sick too. You’ve got a big match coming up, Mr. Ambrose. You don’t need to be as sick as I am either.” 

“You’ve got hand sanitizer and cleaning supplies, right?” Jon questioned. 

She knew exactly where the conversation was going and by that point, he had made up his mind. There was no way to get out of him coming over to take care of her. So, YN sighed, “Yeah.” 

“Then that’s the end of the conversation. I’ll be there in an hour.” he said and YNN could hear him start up his car. “Don’t worry, sicky, I got my key. Take a nap or something.” 

“Why you gotta be stubborn?” she questioned with a sniffle. 

“Because I care. Now, nap. Be there in a little while.” he answered and added a ‘bye’ before hanging up the phone.  

The YHC haired girl decided to take her best friend’s advice and get some sleep hoping that it would magically take some of the misery away. 

“I thought you were just bringing soup.” she stated, her voice was still scratchy, and everything seemed to be just as bad as it was before other than the pounding in her head had let up some. 

Jon turned to look at her and shrugged. “I figured fresh would probably do you more good.” 

She nodded and looked around the kitchen. The whole room, other than the small part of it that he was using, had been cleaned top to bottom. Dishes from the night before had been washed, countertops had been wiped down and by the container of Clorox wipes by the stove, everything had been sanitized. 

“You cleaned the kitchen?” YN questioned with a raised eyebrow. 

“Yes, sicky, I cleaned the kitchen. I’m here to take care of you and your place for the time being. Now, go back to being that cute and cozy little burrito you were when I came into the house and let me do my thing. Soup will be ready in 5 minutes.” the blonde-haired man said as he turned back to the pot.  

Thought she wanted so much to fight him on it, YN knew it wouldn’t do her no good. So, she did as she was told and went back to her spot on the couch, wrapped herself back up in her blanket and turned on the tv.  

Five minutes later Jon walked into the living room with bowl in hand. “Here you go, and I also got some meds for you to take after. Hopefully you can keep everything down long enough for the pills to kick in.” 

“You didn’t have to do all of this, you know?” she asked with a grateful smile written on her face. 

Jon sat down next to her on the couch and said, “No, what kind of person would I be if I left my best friend to suffer alone? Not a very good one, I can tell you that right now.” 

“Thank you. Even though staying away from me was a better option that I know you would have never taken up, but I do appreciate everything.”  

Jon smiled. “There is nowhere else I would rather be. Eat up, soup’s getting cold.” 

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I’m Not Him | The Shield Imagine [Separate]

Anon: Ooh could we get fic-one of the shield boys-where gf pushes him to hang out with his friends, doesnt kiss him in front of his friends, tries not to ask him for much. And he gets really angry until he learns her ex accused her of being clingy so she didnt want him to dump her bc shes 'smothering', some agst then fluff. Thanks!

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Summary; Y/n isn’t used to a nontoxic relationship so when The boys pull her up on her odd behaviour of pushing him to hang out with his friends more.

WARNINGS: fluff, angst, crying, breakups, makeups, roman being a sweetheart, Seth being an idiot, errors I missed.

A/N: I know you said one of the boys but I decided to do all three.

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DEAN AMBROSE: [aka Jon Moxley]

He was cool with it at first. He thought you were one of those calm girlfriends who didn’t make a big deal if he hung around his friends a lot.

You never kissed him in front of his friends, you never asked for much.

But it got to the point where it become a habit. Whenever he was with you and he got from one of his friends or a call, you told him to hang out with them.

He started to think maybe you didn’t love him anymore and were cheating on him, which caused him to get pissed off.

Eventually, he confronted you in a fit of rage, which kind of scared you.

The two of you were snuggled on the couch, watching some cheesy cringy movie on Netflix that he wasn’t really invested in when his phone pinged with a text message. It was one of his friends asking if he wanted to hang out. You glanced over at the text message.

“You can go see them,” You spoke. He looked up at you. eyes filled with anger which kind of made you gulp. Having flashbacks to your ex. You thought he was going to say of course I can.

“No, I’m watching this movie with you,” He spoke. Looking back at the screen. But you could sense he was annoyed, and you didn’t want him to think you were clingy.

“I can tell you hate it; you can go I don’t mind,” You spoke again. Voice filled with so much vulnerability.

“That’s bullshit y/n, and you know it,” He snapped, turning his attention away from the screen to look at you. Eyes filled with annoyance. It made you jump, scooting away from him.

“I-what,” You gasped out. Heart pounding so fast.

“You always push me to hang out with my friends, especially when I spend time with you, are you cheating on me? is that why you push me to hang out with your friends so you can bring him around? Or maybe you are using me? Stringing me along?” He growled out. Making tears fall from your eyes.

“No, I’m sorry, I just…I thought you would think I was being clingy if I didn’t let you hang around them, that you would think I am smothering you,” You sobbed.  

“Why would I think that?” He spoke. All his anger had died down. Being placed with sympathy.

You didn’t answer him, hanging your head down in shame. Your silence told him a lot. It obviously had something to do with your asshole ex.

“Did that asshole, call you clingy?” He asked. You nod your head.

“Hey, your not clingy for showing your love, remember that he is an asshole,” He spoke. Grabbing your chin and pulling your head up so you were looking at him.

Your eyes were blurred with tears. He wiped away your tears.

“I think I need to go around to your ex’s house and punch the shit out of him,” He spoke. Making a small smile appear on your lips, which made him happy.

“There’s that smile,” He beamed, letting go of your chin, as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest as he hugged you tight.

“No more of that toxic thinking,” He spoke. You nodded your head…

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ROMAN REIGNS:

Roman finds it strange you push him to hang out with his friends. Even when they don’t text or call him to make plans.

He finds it even odd that you don’t kiss him in front of them, though he can understand given the fact that the relationship he and you had didn’t start great, you were still in a relationship and he was divorced, so some people might assume that he ruined your relationship or that you are pretty much a whore.

He definitely wasn’t going to force a kiss out of you. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

His friends think you are cool for that, letting him hang out with them a lot, but Roman believes there’s something deep down that is making you push him towards his friends. Maybe trauma.

He knew your ex-boyfriend was the worst to you. He knew because he saved Roman isn’t angry per se he is just sad that you don’t want to spend a lot more time with him, even when his friends don’t ask him to hang out.

He just finds it odd. He thinks maybe something is going on with you.

Especially when you don’t ask a lot out of him. It’s like you don’t want his help. He can see you struggling when you do need help. It’s the insignificant things, like taking the dishes to the sink, struggling to hold the laundry basket full of clothes, etc.

He doesn’t believe you are cheating because he knows you better than you know yourself. He knows you are deeply in love with him, but he can tell you are scared. He does believe it has something to do with your past relationship.

He does think it has something to do with your ex, he thinks maybe you weren’t telling him the whole truth about your past relationship with your ex, the one he saved you from, he believed he was more than physically abusive to you he thinks he was emotionally abusive as well. He doesn’t want to pressure you into telling him if you weren’t ready.

So he took it slowly, canceling his plans to hang with you. which he saw put you on edge, it was only a matter of time till you caved in. He could tell by your behaviour, how on edge you were.

“You should hang out with them, I don’t mind,’ You spoke, as he helped you fold the pile of clothes.

Roman shrugged his shoulders.

“You okay?” He asked, noticing your breathing got uneven.

“Yeah, I just don’t want you to miss out hanging with your friends and regret it,” You answered rather too quickly.

“It’s never boring with you,” He spoke. Sending a wink your way, which seemed to make you cry even harder. Stupid emotions. You scolded yourself.

‘Y/n, hey, what’s wrong?” He asked. Hands cupping the side of your face.

“It’s nothing,” You gasped out. Drying your tears. But they still fell.

‘It’s not nothing if you are crying,” He spoke.

“I-just, I…” Struggling to tell him why you were crying. You didn’t want him to leave you since you were so emotionally damaged by your ex.

“Is this about your ex?” Roman asked, making you look at him in shock.

“How did you know?” You gasped out.

“It’s pretty obvious he did more than just physically abuse you,” Roman spoke. Making you cry even harder.

“You can tell me,” He spoke, as he guided you to sit on the couch. Hands off your face now. His right arm wrapped around your shoulder. He placed his left hand on your thigh. His eyes never left your eyes as you stared at him. when you spoke you looked away.

“He said I was smothering him whenever I asked him to do stuff or asked something from him, he said that I was clingy when I didn’t let him hang out with his friends, and when I kissed him in front of his friends he said I was being a clingy bitch and smothering him,” You confessed.

“He is truly a fucking idiot, he never deserved you,” Roman spoke in a soothing voice. He didn’t want to scare you with an angry voice. He was pissed off at your ex.

“Hey, look at me,” Roman spoke softly. you turned your head to look at him. It broke his heart seeing you crying over what that asshole did to you, the mind games he played on you still affected you.

”I just didn’t want you to think I was clingy and smothering you,” You sniffled out.

“I would never think that about you, I love you too much,” Roman spoke. Seeing you smile softly.

Which made him smile.

“I love you too,” You spoke. Making his eyes sparkle. The pad of his thumb wipes your fallen tears.

Eyes locked on each other.

“Don’t ever think you are being clingy or smothering me for showing your love and affection towards me because you aren’t I love you so much y/n,” Roman spoke in a soft tone, making your heart melt….

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SETH ROLLINS:

Seth really didn’t make a big deal out of it at first, like Dean/Jon he assumed you were the cool girlfriend, the laid-back one, but he started to see it as a red flag, especially when you didn’t kiss him in front of his friends, how you solely pushed him towards hanging out with his friends, how you tried not to ask much from him, even when he knew you wanted to.

It started to piss him off. So, when he rudely confronted you on this, his patience for your explanation ran thin. And it really didn’t go the right way.

“Are you cheating on me? huh, is that why you won't kiss me in front of my friends? You push me to hang out with them so you can bring him around and fuck him? huh?” He snapped out. Which only made you burst into tears.

Seth held no sympathy though. He rolled his eyes.

“Oh don’t cry,” He snapped.

“He can have you, WE ARE DONE,” Seth shouted, before turning around and storming out of the house he shared with you. Leaving you to fall on the floor, and sob harder.

Seth ignored you through the weeks, texting you to get your stuff out of the house, and he didn’t care where you went to. He was ruthless.

Your best friend was pissed off at him, you ended up staying with her. Wallowing in her guest bedroom and crying your eyes out. Heartbroken. She hasn’t seen you this messed up since that asshole ex of yours did a number on you.

She had enough. Seth was being a complete wanker, she had to give him a piece of her mind, so she decided to drive over to his place and yell at him for treating you like shit. If it got to the point she had to get violent she would, she didn’t care, no one treats her best friend like that.

When she got there she parked in the driveway. Putting her car in park and putting the handbrake up. Turned the car off. She took the keys out of the ignition and got out of her car. Slamming the door shut.

She marched over to the front door. Knocking really hard on the door. She didn’t care.

The door opened revealing an annoyed Seth. They both rolled their eyes.

“Hey asshole,” She hissed out.

“Of course, she would get her best friend to pick her shit up, too much of a coward to do it herself,” Seth snarled out. Making y/n’s best friend give him a bitch look.

“She never cheated on you, you fucking moron, if you got your head out of your ass for just one minute and let her explain instead of jumping to a conclusion, then you would know the truth, and your one to talk, you’ve cheated, you are such a hypocrite, she would never cheat, I don’t know what she sees in you but you are a complete douchebag,” She snapped. Her eyes blazed with anger.

“If she didn’t cheat on me then why was she pushing me towards my friends not kissing me, hardly asking me much?” He snapped back.

“Because her ex called her clingy and told her she was smothering him for not letting him hang out with his friends for kissing him in front of them, especially when she asked him for things, so she got it into her head that if she did that shit with you, you wouldn’t like it, you idiot,” She hissed out. God, she wanted to punch him so hard.

Seth looked shocked. Mouth a gap. She took a step back. Rolling her eyes in annoyance. God, he was such an idiot. She only came to him because it broke her heart to see you in so much pain and Seth was an idiot for not letting you explain yourself.

“Are you coming you idiot, I’m not letting my best friend cry another tear for you,” She hissed.

Seth quickly grabbed his keys from the hallway table that was near the front door. Exiting the house. He locked the door, following your best friend. She was already in the car. Looking annoyed.

Seth got in the car. Before he could put his seatbelt on your best friend sped off. Making Seth look at her like she was crazy. He put the seatbelt on.

An awkward silence filled the car. She turned the radio up. But Seth’s thoughts were on you.

She definitely wasn’t going to the speed limit. Going over the speed limit. She really was a rough driver. A couple of times Seth thought they were going to crash into another car.

After fifteen minutes of her horrible driving, they finally arrived at her house. She parked the car in the narrow driveway. Putting the handbrake on and the handbrake up. She turned the car off.

Turning her head to look at Seth.

“I will be in the backyard, if I here uncontrollably sobbing I will end your life,” She spoke, yanking the key out of the ignition, taking her seatbelt off, she opened the door and got out, slamming the door as soon as she got out. she opened the side gate, then slammed that one closed.

Seth collected his thoughts for a second, before he unbuckled the seatbelt, and opened the door. He got out. closing the door softly.

Walking to the front door. He opened the door, gently closing it. Anxiety bubbled up inside of him.

He heard soft sniffling. Making his heart drop. He did that to you, and it broke his heart. Seth followed the sound of soft crying. Standing in front of a door. He knocked softly. When he didn’t hear a reply he opened the door.

His heart ached as he saw you curled in a ball.

“Y/n,” Seth spoke softly, making you stop crying. He walked closer to the bed. Sitting down

“I know why you have been acting the way you have when we were together, I know you didn’t cheat, and I was such an idiot to think that, your best friend told me that your ex said you were clingy and smothering him when you showed PDA towards him to his friends, and that he would say you where clingy when he wanted to hang out with his friends and he claimed you didn’t let him, he was an idiot, and I am a bigger idiot for not letting you explain,” He spoke.

You turned to face him. Making Seth give a heartbroken look as he saw how red your eyes were. Cheeks puffy. Of course, she would go over to his house and give him a piece of her mind, she always cared about you.

“I want to make a mend, I want us to be together again, I’m a fool for letting you go, but I understand if you don’t want to, it is totally up to you?” He asked. Your heart hammered.

Your hand grabbed a hold of his. Making him look down at his and your intertwined fingers, he looked up at you as you looked up at him with pain-filled eyes.

“Baby steps,” You spoke, Making Seth smile. His thumb caresses the back of your hand. You knew it would take a lot of work to trust again, to trust Seth fully, to be able to be comfortable in your relationship with him, to get over your past trauma with your ex-boyfriend, but you believed Seth was worth it….

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Temporary Escape - Part 4

A/N: I've added the previous parts to my fanfic links here. As always, this was written far too long ago - Mox is Dean for that reason. Blah blah blah.

To say I am nervous about posting this, is an understatement. I have written some crazy shit in the past but nothing quite compares to this and is one of the reasons I've sat on this for far too long.

I would really appreciate some love to ease my nerves on this - thank you in advance!

This entire part is a flashback - I've only put the first part in italics for reasons that will become clear...

This entire flashback is 10k words so I've split in two - look out for the next part soon...

So... let's find out what happened shall we?

Warning: Smut. To use the old-school term, this is stuffed with so many lemons, you could make a million gallons of lemonade

Rating: MA

Seth Rollins/OC/Roman Reigns/Dean Ambrose (Jon Moxley)

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Fingers lightly dance over my hips as Seth kisses me, his mouth firm, wanting. I breathe into him, my body fluid as I lean into him. His hand slides up the back of my neck, into my hair, twisting big handfuls into his grasp as he holds me close. And yet I can still feel a hand on each hip. Then Seth’s other hand cups my face and I realise with a jolt that there’s another, someone behind me, someone else’s breath on my neck.

The hands on my hips squeeze gently as lips caress my shoulder. Seth is pulling away from my mouth, trailing hot, feverish kisses down my throat and I’m able to look behind me. Roman stares back at me, his tongue darting out to lick his lips before he kisses me. I groan into his mouth, responding not only to his kiss but Seth’s fingers tugging down the cups of my bra, his tongue flicking across one nipple before he takes it fully into his mouth. My brain is on the verge of shutting down already, when I feel another tongue, another mouth on my other breast. I break away from Roman’s mouth to see Dean slipping a hand around my back to unclasp my bra and drag the straps down my arms before he chucks the garment over his shoulder.

Seth sinks lower, his mouth on my stomach, his fingers on my panties and I can feel my knees starting to buckle. Roman’s mouth is hot on my neck and jawline, my hair wrapped roughly around his fist and out of his way. Dean’s tongue is sinful, his big hands cupping my breasts, making me hiss with firm, yet teasing pinches to my already sensitive nipples. My body arches as Seth…

I feel the bed beneath me, the warmth of the sheets, the softness of the pillow, a faint glow beyond my closed eyes and a dull murmur that brings me out of my slumber.

“Hey,” I hear Seth whisper, his hand ghosting over my back. “You okay?”

“Huh?” My voice is thick with sleep, my eyes squinting at the glare of the TV.

“You were mumbling in your sleep.”

“I was?” I roll over to find him and smile, my eyes closing as he pulls me close.

“Yeah,” he breathes across my cheek. “Bad dream?”

I shake my head, but don’t say anything because I’m not sure what to say. I can barely compute it, the details are hazy but the more conscious I become the more aware I am that my skin feels hot as if those three pairs of hands are still caressing me.

Seth’s finger slips under my chin, tilting my head back so I look up at him. “Tell me.”

I mean, do you tell your sort-of-casual-fuck-slash-kinda-boyfriend about sex dreams that involve other people? Especially when those other people are specifically his friends and co-workers?

“Tell me,” he repeats, his arms settling around me, his beard fuzzy against my forehead. 

“You were there,” I start and I look up in time to see the cockiness spread across the lit side of his face; the rest cast in shadow and unreadable. “Fine, it was a sex dream.”

“Uh-huh…” he grins. “You’re almost as vocal in your dreams as you are in real life.”

I feel my cheeks redden and for a moment wonder if he can see, before I realise that perhaps certain names slipped out during my state of unconsciousness.

“So,” he continues. “What were we doing?”

I chew my lip. “We…”

“Because if you tell me, I’ll give you the real life play-by-play.”

I snort and before I can connect my brain with my mouth: “I’d think twice about that.”

“Why?”

I kick myself. “We… We weren’t alone.”

“I see.”

“Just a dream, Seth.”

“Sure.” He pauses. “But a dream you were enjoying?”

“I guess.”

“Who was there?” He doesn’t sound jealous, he doesn’t, as far as I can tell, even look jealous. It seems to be genuine curiosity.

“You really want to know?” I give him a quizzical look.

“Sure.” His face stays soft and relaxed.

I chew my lip and when I speak my voice is low, barely a whisper. “Roman… and Dean.”

He’s silent and I watch him blink, his bottom lip disappearing for a second as he chews it thoughtfully. “Huh.”

“See, told you to think twice about it.” I force a chuckle as I look down, unable to meet his gaze.  “Anyway, just a stupid dream.”

“How was it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Was it good?”

“We don’t have to talk about this.”

“I want to.”

“Why? It was a dream. Nothing more.”

“What if it was more?”

I look back up at him sharply. “What?”

“I made you a deal. You tell me your dream and I give you the play-by-play in real-life.”

“Seth, c’mon. Like you’d ever agree to that.” He has to be kidding. Right?

“I would. I am.”

I roll my eyes. “No, you wouldn’t and you’re not. Like how would that even work?”

“I think it’s pretty straightforward.”

“Sure. You go wake the guys, tell them that we’re going to have a foursome and then it just happens.”

“Why not?”

I blink. “Because it sounds fucking insane Seth.”

“Trust me, it isn’t in the slightest.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“You’ll see.” He kisses me on the forehead before he pulls the covers back and starts to rise.

“Where are you going?”

“To get them.”

“Seth!”

He kneels on the edge of the bed, bending down to me, his hand cupping my cheek, fingers lacing through my hair. “Trust me. Go freshen up. I’ll be back.”

I grip his wrist, keeping him to me for a minute. “Seth, stop messing with me.”

“No messing. I’m serious.”

“I don’t understand.”

He kisses me and it’s soft, tender. “I’m telling you that if you want this, it’s on offer.”

“I…”

“Take as long as you need,” he breathes against my mouth as he pulls back again. “We’ll be waiting.”

I watch as he moves to the door and it shuts behind him. I’m frozen in the bed, but only momentarily, as I try to compute the conversation that has just occurred. And then I’m moving, scrambling to push the sheets back and launching myself towards the bathroom where I close the door and stare at my reflection in the mirror.

I’m telling you that if you want this, it’s on offer.

One casual, half-formed sex dream and suddenly sex with three men at once is a possibility. Beyond how incredibly fucked up this is becoming in the early hours of a Saturday morning, I’m not even sure of the logistics of a foursome. Opening the bathroom door, I spy my phone and grab it quickly before retreating to lean against the vanity and open up Google. I pause, unsure what to write. The results will be porn or urban dictionary entries written by sixteen-year-olds - hardly a reflection of the potential reality of what may be about to unfold.

And then I stop - how is this even happening in the first place? I half-wonder if this is a dream within a dream, that I’ll wake from this to discover I’m back in bed and Seth is asleep next to me and no one is even remotely suggesting that a dream should be acted upon with almost immediate effect.

I can’t even put my finger on what even caused the dream. But as I close my eyes, I can see fragments of the brief encounter stood between three men and my stomach flips. Of course I can see the attraction of Roman and Dean - they’re tall, handsome men, with muscles, charm and wit. But they’re also Seth’s friends and co-workers. And surely to them, I’m his… Well, whatever I am.

And maybe this is why Seth is up for this, I think, my heart sinking slightly. I am just a casual fuck. Sharing me with his friends wouldn’t be a big deal because I’m not his girlfriend or anything quite as serious. I’m just the girl he sees when he’s local or when he invites me out to keep him company on the road. So what would it matter if I slept with his friends in some off-the-chain sexual exploration?

I chew my lip, picking up my phone again, idly scrolling to take my mind off this sudden realisation of why Seth wasn’t even bothered by my dream in the first place. There’s a handful of messages and I scroll through them, one of them an unknown number. I frown as I open it and read the message in full:

Hey Maddy, Seth sent me your number. I was backstage the other night when you were with the guys and thought you might like this.

There’s a blurred picture and as it starts to download, I suddenly remember. They’d been wearing the skull masks, the same that Seth and I had messed around with a few weeks back and had been posing for backstage snippets presumably with the same photographer who was messaging me. Seth had pulled me into one of the shots and with a chill down my spine I remember how close all three had felt as they surrounded me to make sure they were all in shot.

The photo comes into focus and I swallow hard. I’m the only one staring at the lens, my grin bashful. All three of them are looking elsewhere. All three of them, I realise, are looking at me. To the left is Dean, his head cocked to one side as he stares down at me, his chest almost up against my shoulder. Behind me is Roman, his head looming above mine, his eyes boring into me, his shoulders and arms flexed. And to the right is Seth, his eyes the only ones I can truly read and I know what happened later that night to back that look up - the combination of the mask, that he’d hit that roll over the barricade during their entrance and just him being him had resulted in one hell of an impromptu after-party between the sheets. Or rather against the wall, on the floor, against the chest of drawers, in the shower, against the bathroom vanity and then finally on the bed where the mood slowed and he’d fucked me painfully slowly, teasing me, until I was shaking uncontrollably.

I blink, distracted at the memory and stare again at the photo as if I’d imagined what I had previously seen. But no, all three are still staring at me and my dream suddenly seems to come into sharp focus as well. I obviously hadn’t realised at the time what was happening around me but clearly somewhere in my sub-conscious that feeling of them all so close had remained and my brain had started to connect the dots.

And the conversation with Seth is starting to make more sense too. He knew. He knew about this photo, knew what Roman and Dean were thinking and my dream was just confirmation that in some way we were all on the same page. My heart starts to pound and my hands are trembling as I put the phone down and start to consider what to do next.

My train of thought is interrupted by movement behind the door and I freeze, my ears straining to hear…

“Are we all sure about this?” I can hear Roman saying. “Including Maddy?”

“I told her that if she was up for it, so were we,” Seth replies.

“I mean it’s pretty fucked up.” Dean, which surprises me. “How are you okay with this?” My thoughts exactly.

There’s a pause. “If this is what she wants, then I’ll give her that. The fact it’s you two, you both admitted you’d have hit on her given the opportunity and rightly or wrongly I trust that you’re not going to do anything to hurt her, well that’s a bonus.”

“So let me get this straight,” Dean again. “You’re willing to give her whatever she wants, I get that. But usually acts like that are usually giving a chick commitment or a fucking handbag or some shit like that. Not a gang-bang.”

“Are you down for it or not?”

“I’m not sure I’m the one you should be asking that question to. I’d start with asking Maddy and perhaps even yourself.”

“But if she is. And I am?”

Another pause. “Sure.”

“Roman?”

There’s a grunt of agreement.

“Okay, so the deal is that no-one ever mentions what happens outside of these four walls. Not even to each other. And this is on her terms, her lead. No-one does anything to fuck with that, got it?”

“Christ, this is fucked up.”

Couldn’t say it better myself, I think as I close my eyes. Dean’s hands on my breasts, Roman’s mouth on mine, Seth’s tongue on my stomach. I bite my lip, feeling my skin flush. My terms. Never mentioned again. He trusts them. I trust them.

I ruffle my hair, tug at my shirt, reach for my toothbrush and a minute later I reach for the door handle. Taking a deep breath, I slowly pull open the door, my heart in my mouth as I feel three pairs of eyes on me. I’m not sure where to look and the first person my gaze connects with is Roman. He’s shirtless, his hair tied back as it usually is, but not as neat as if it was done in a hurry, the edges frizzy and loose around his face. My breath catches in my throat as I look away but at the same time catch a glimpse of the sweatpants slung low on his waist. Too low for there to be anything underneath them.

My eyes sweep to find Seth and instead meet Dean who at first glance seems to be fully clothed but then I notice the hoodie is only half-zipped and I can see his chest. I find myself blushing despite having seen both him and Roman in various states of undress over the past two years - sharing hotel rooms will do that as will a backstage pass that gets you into locker-rooms to sneak a kiss or more with your…

Finally, Seth comes into focus. He smiles, stepping away from the other two towards me. He’s still in the same state of undress; the tight boxers that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. His arms slide around me, his hands in the small of my back as he pulls me against him.

“Hey,” he breathes against my cheek before he gives me a soft kiss. “You okay?”

“I guess.”

“Maddy,” he says, his mouth next to my ear, his voice low. “If you want this, they’re on board. I told them-”

“I know. I heard you.” I cup his face with one hand. “I still don’t get why you’re on board though?”

For the first time, I see his cheeks flush slightly. “You once said that you wanted to feel everything at the same time.”

“I’m pretty sure I was kidding, Seth.”

“Your choice. The three of us will give you that. If you want it.”

“I saw the photo.”

“And?” Seth’s fingers are trailing up and down my back and all I can think about is how much I suddenly want, need, the other two to do the same.

“My terms?”

He nods and I look up to see the other two nod in agreement.

Seth slips a hand around my neck, up into my hairline as he kisses me. I audibly groan into his mouth, clamouring for more as he pulls back. “So tell us?”

“Tell you what?”

“About your dream.”

I close my eyes for a second, steadying my breath. When I open them, Dean and Roman are closing in, one of either side of us. “It started with just you,” I tell Seth. “We were kissing. And your hands were on my hips. But then you moved them but I could still feel hands there and that’s when I realised we weren’t alone.”

“Who was it?” I hear Roman ask, his voice so low it practically vibrates through me.

“You,” I reply, my voice barely a whisper. “You were behind me…” I look up at Seth who nods encouragingly. “You were kissing my neck and then Seth started to move down to my breasts so then you kissed me.”

“And then?” says Dean and I can tell without even looking that he’s barely inches from me.

“There was another mouth on my breasts…”

“Me?” Dean’s the first out of him and Roman to touch me, a finger trailing down my jawline to raise my gaze to him. I nod and he gives me a cocky grin.

My mind starts to fog as I feel hands, larger than Seth’s cup my hips and my heart pounds as I feel Roman’s chest against my back. Seth’s mouth ghosts over mine as I get out the final memory of the dream. “You,” I tell him. “You started to go down on me and that’s when I woke up.”

“No wonder you were moaning in your sleep,” he chuckles as he presses kisses to my jawline. “Those soft, breathy moans that you do when you’re on the edge.”

Fingers pluck at my shirt, lifting it and I realise that, unlike my dream, I am completely unprepared for this. Thank god I showered before bed is all I can think. Not so thankful that under my shirt I’m wearing a cropped bra that’s seen better days rather than some chic lingerie that flatters me rather than offering practical support. My mouth opens to offer some sort of apology, but I’m halted by a hand cupping the back of my neck, easing my head back.

“Breathy moans, huh?” Roman murmurs. “Let me see if I can help with that.” He leans forward and I sense a slight hint of tentativeness at the first real step over the line. But then his lips brush over mine just as Seth’s hand cups my breast and my head almost explodes. Roman’s mouth is firm, determined, his fingers massaging the back of my neck at the same pace. I sigh into him and I feel his lips twitch in a grin. Only when Seth nips at my ear do we break apart and I’m breathless as my shirt is pulled free from my body. Seth kisses me, a soft growl in the back of his throat and I wonder if it’s through want or need to assert his ownership over me, or something else.

But once again, all rational thought leaves my mind as he pulls away and returns to blaze a path down my throat. I feel new fingers plucking at my bra, cool air hitting my breasts as that too is pulled up and over my head and I’m left fully exposed bar my panties. I can’t bring myself to look down so i look up instead, meeting Roman’s gaze once again and letting my hand cup his head this time to bring his mouth back to mine.

Dean’s tongue meets my skin at the same time as Seth’s; a move that seems too coordinated not to be and my back arches into their touch. I can feel hands everywhere - on my breasts, my back, my shoulders, my neck and my skin feels electrified. Dean pulls back, releasing my nipple with an audible pop and then I hiss into Roman’s mouth as a cool breeze hits my hot and damp skin. Fingers pinch gently, then harder, testing the waters and I pull away from Roman to meet Dean’s gaze.

“You like that?” he asks, his voice rough as he pinches my nipple again watching my face intently.

I nod, my head lolling back against Roman’s chest.

“What else do you like?” he pushes as he cups my breast and takes it into his mouth again, his tongue swirling over the hot skin before he pulls back again, this time his teeth grazing the sensitive tip.

“That,” I manage to get out. “I… I like that.”

Seth’s mouth is on my stomach and my legs start to tremble. I’m more turned on than I ever realised was physically possible and even on an average day, his mouth is my undoing within minutes. I can already feel the tingling anticipation between my legs and I’m about to be at my most vulnerable, yet most euphoric in the presence of three men.

Roman’s teeth nip at my ear. “You okay?” he murmurs.

“Yes,” I breathe as I feel Dean cup both my breasts, pushing them together and then his tongue flicking over one then the other. Seth’s tongue trails from my navel down to the waistband of my panties and I feel my knees start to give way. “Fuck…”

My free hand drops to the back of his head and I feel him chuckle against my skin.

“Needy, huh?” Dean teases as he takes the opportunity to kiss me for the first time. “Tell us, what do you need?”

I can feel Seth pause in his endeavour, Roman’s mouth halts too, his breath hot on my neck as I stare up at Dean’s wide eyes. The three of them, waiting on me, waiting for my command, my permission to proceed.

“I need to cum.” My voice is barely a whisper. “Please.”

“That’s a given, but what do you need?” Dean asks again.

“I…” My head is swimming.

“This?” His fingers dig gently but firmly into my breasts.

“Or this?” Roman adds, his mouth on my neck, teeth nipping at the taut skin.

“And this?” Seth’s voice vibrates against my clit and I jolt in response.

“Or all of it?” Dean summises with a grin as my eyes meet his and I nod.

Seth’s hands are splayed on my thighs as he kisses me through my panties. His tongue flicks over my clit, dampening the material even more than it already is. His arm nudges my legs further apart and I feel myself slip against Roman’s chest, Dean’s hands tugging involuntarily at my breasts.

“Easy,” Roman murmurs and a secure arm eases around my waist, holding me steady. “I got you, baby girl.”

My stomach flips at the endearment and his touch, grateful for both. Dean’s hands are still pawing at my breasts, but his mouth is ghosting over mine and this time his kiss is hard, wanton. Seth’s fingers finally start to ease my panties down and there’s a brief pause as I step out of them and then I feel his tongue. I moan into Dean’s mouth, my body lurching uncontrollably and Roman’s arm grips me firmly.

“Shit, you’re dripping Maddy” I hear Seth say as his fingers rub my wetness. I’m barely aware of him rising until Dean slips away from me and I feel two fingers touch my lips. 

“Holy fuck,” I hear Dean exhale as Seth pushes his fingers into my mouth, making me taste myself. I’m lost in a haze of lust, barely able to focus as Dean’s mouth crashes against me as Seth heads south once again.

“Can I…” Roman growls against my ear and I shiver as I nod. His hand slides down my back, over my ass, squeezing the exposed flesh and I moan as finally a long finger slides into the heat between my legs just as Seth’s tongue presses flat against my clit. There are hands and mouths all over me and I’m already starting to spiral. My own hands are occupied with gripping the back of Seth’s head, the other slipping back and forth between Roman and Dean, unable to stay still for long, desperate to feel them both as they adorn me with kisses and teasing strokes.

Roman adds another finger, just as Seth eases my leg over his shoulder, opening me to both of them and the movement causes me to break from Dean’s kiss with a gasp. Roman’s arm around my waist tightens and I hiss as he nips at my neck. 

“Faster or slower?” he murmurs, his fingers mimicking his question before returning to a steady pace that combined with Seth’s mouth and tongue on my clit is moments away from making me unravel completely.

“Just right,” I manage to stammer. “Oh fuck…” My body arches as I feel Seth’s thumb on my clit as he presses wet kisses to my inner thigh.

“Go on,” I feel Dean's warm breath on my cheek. “Take it, we’ve got you.” His fingers are circling my nipples, making me shiver as my head rolls back onto Roman’s shoulder.

“So wet,” I hear Roman murmur. “Fuck, Maddy…”

My breath hitches as Seth’s mouth returns to my clit, steady and firm pressure from his tongue, fingers gripping my thigh, my ass as he pushes me further and further towards an orgasm that’s jointly fueled by the actions of two others. My skin starts to itch, hot, flushed and I can feel the blood rushing in my ears. My hand on Seth’s head tightens, keeping him just so. My legs are starting to go numb and I feel my weight pressing back into Roman, his solid frame rock solid. As is something else.

Pressed against my ass, I can feel the outline of his dick, hard and thick and I can’t help but roll my hips slightly, relishing in how Roman’s teeth nip at my earlobe and Seth’s mouth never even falters. The move doesn’t go unnoticed by Dean, who presses his entire body against my side, his own length and thickness nudging at my hip. His fingers grip my chin as he kisses me, a hand pulling my own from his shoulder and down over his chest, his stomach, his crotch.

A strangled sob echoes through the air and for a second I can’t work out where it comes from. And then I hear Dean whispering, coaxing me softly as my orgasm rips through me and realise the sound came from me. Wave upon wave crashes through me, Seth’s mouth still on my clit, knowing to keep going until I’m weak and exhausted. I can feel Roman’s fingers slipping from me and I want to tell him to keep going but I can’t find the words. But then words don’t matter as he tilts my chin back and my eyes flicker open to hazily watch as he sucks his fingers dry, holding my gaze as he does.

Slowly, the tension that has spasmed through me eases and I take a deep, shaky breath. Seth’s mouth moves to lazily kiss my hips, my stomach as my leg slides from his shoulder. Three pairs of arms circle me, holding me up as I struggle to hold my own weight and I feel momentarily light-headed as the reality of what just happened hits me.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my mind suddenly catching up.

“Good?” Seth mumbles against my mouth and I nod into his kiss. “More?”

I’m acutely aware of my nakedness and how over-dressed the three of them are in comparison. I’m also fully aware that pressed against me in various places are three rock-hard dicks and I swallow thickly at the thought.

“More?” I squeak and Roman chuckles behind me.

“You got three men ready and willing to do whatever you want. If you want more, we’ll give you more.”

“Your terms,” Seth reminds me. “You tell us what you want.”

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I'll be back soon with the next part...

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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. "I've been NXT Diva'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 obviously 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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The shields little girl

Chapter 5 ∆ heat day 2

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Warnings: restraints, listening to people have sex, unprotected sex, shower sex, daddy kink, ddlg, toys(vibrator),

I woke just like the last sweaty and dizzy. I want to wake up my alphas but we were up late and I want them to get some sleep. I roll over and try to fall back asleep but I fail miserably. After 40 minutes I gave up on sleep and just laid there awake as the pain I felt before returned. "you alright sweetheart?" I hear Dean mumble pulling me closer to him. "can't sleep" I say briefly. "why not?" he says half asleep. "hurts" I utter and he snaps awake.

He finally remembers I'm in heat. He sits up and looks down at my sweaty desperate face. He looks at the 2 men sleeping soundly next to us. "shower?" he whispers and I nod my head sitting up. We walk well more like tiredly stumble to the bathroom. He shut the door behind us and I begin to remove my clothes. I turn around now fully naked he has just finished getting undressed. He puts his hands on my waist and guides us to the shower.

Once we're in, he pushes me against the tile wall. He turns on the shower and we both get blasted with cold water. We both squirm to get away from the freezing-cold torture chamber that is the shower. I step onto the tile flooring of the bathroom and can't help but giggle at what had just happened. Dean laughs with me. He turns on some hot water and grabs my waist once again. His lips attach to mine as we wait for the water to heat up. I feel his tongue glide against my lip asking to enter. I part my lips and feel his tongue on mine.

We fight for dominance even though we both know who will win. His right-hand moves from my waist and dips into the water streaming from the shower head. After only a second his hand returns to my waist and pulls us under the now lukewarm water. He once again pushes me against the tile wall and we both stay put. I feel his erection poking my stomach. Both his hands move to the back of my thighs. "jump" he mutters against my lips. I do as he asks and he catches me. I wrap my legs around his waist and I feel his tip at my entrance.

He slowly pushes into me and I moan against his mouth. Inch by inch he goes in until he's balls deep in me. I moan and press my face into the crook of his neck. He slowly pulls out and thrust back in continuously. He picks up the pace quite quickly and begins to pound me into the wall. "fuck, you feel so good baby" he groans in my ear as he fucks my cunt hard and fast. I am unable to form any words at all.

Then my eyes go wide as someone bangs on the bathroom door. "hurry up or I'm peeing off the balcony!" roman yells through the door and we hear heavy foots walking away. I look at Dean my face redder than a tomato and he chuckles shaking his head at Reigns' words. I let out a particularly loud moan as he hits my spot. "right there" I almost yell. "right here?" he says hitting my spot hard over and over again. "yes, fuck!" I moan. I know Roman and Seth are both awake and hearing all of this and I don't care.

I feel a thumb rub against my clit and I feel the familiar coil in my lower tummy tighten. "daddy I'm gonna cum!" I cry out loudly wanting Roman and Seth to hear. The coil gets tighter and tighter as Dean keeps fucking me. "cum for me doll face" he says on the verge of his very own orgasm. With those five words, I clench around him and come undone as his warm seed fills me. He kisses me on the cheek. "you did so well" he says as he picks up a washcloth and helps clean me up.

Time skip 35 mins later

I'm dry and have my clothes on now. I walk towards the door and unlock it before opening it. Then I hear Seth and Roman giving both me and Dean a slow clap as we walk out of the bathroom. "shut up" I mumble my face turning red. I feel Romans' arms wrap around my waist. "did you want us to hear?" he whispers into my ear. "Didn't you have to pee?" I say try to get away. "I told you I would pee off of the balcony, now answer the question" he replies. "so what if I did?" I say a smirk appearing on my lips.

"you admit it?" Seth asks. "yeah I do," I say more confidently than I had meant to. I look at Seth's face and for a moment I feel proud at how flustered he looks. Then I feel Romans' erection poking against me as he pulls me towards the bed. I feel my heart race as he pins me to the bed. "fucking whore" he growls against my neck. I see Dean walking over with something in his hand. I know I'm in for it when I finally realize what it is. He's holding handcuffs. When he reaches the bed he grabs my arms and Roman pulls away from my neck to get out of his way. Dean pins my arms above my head and puts the handcuffs on me. "too tight?" he asks and I shake my head. "what's your safe word?" "red" "good girl" he kisses my cheek and takes a step back looking at me.

Roman continues his assault on my neck and I notice Seth is gone. Then I see him. Out of the corner of my eye, he is holding a familiar black bag. It's my bag of toys but not the kind I play with when I'm little. "you wanna explain angel?" Seth asks and I freeze up. "no?" I'm still frozen and can't defend myself in any way. Then he opens the bag. He chuckles as he looks into the very full bag. Roman pulls my pants and panties down in one movement. Then he removes my shirt leaving me fully nude. Seth pulls a wand vibrator. My face goes bright red but I can't help but feel excited. He inspects the toy before passing it to Roman. "you really are a whore" he says looking me in the eyes as he turns it on.

I feel him press it against my clit and I press my face against my arm to hide it. Dean grabs my chin and pulls my face back into their view. Roman puts it on the highest setting and I squirm as it's the first time I've ever used it on that setting. They watch me squirm all of them clearly amused. Roman grabs my waist to hold me still. "sit still princess" he warns and I try my best to keep still. I can't help but jolt every few seconds at the waves of pleasure I am receiving. I am already close to cuming. "daddy! Can I cum? Can I please cum?!" I cry loudly a few seconds away from my orgasm. "no" he answers bluntly. I try my best to hold back. "ple-ahh please?" I plead. But before he even answers me I tip over the edge. He keeps the vibrator on my clit as I come down from my high but turns it off when I'm done.

I open my eyes and see three furious faces staring at me.

"fuck"

Continued in the next chapter

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Year posted - 2022

⚠️Warning(s) - Nothing to graphic, mentions of violence, physical &/or emotional abuse, blood, murder, and a bit of a twisted prospective.

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"Jon... What have you done?" (Y/n)'s voice shook, her heart thundering in her chest violently. Jon in question looked away from the mangled body at his feet, fresh blood dripping down his face, the crimson a stark contrast to his blue eyes. With the back of his hand he wiped away the blood dripping down his mouth, looking into her eyes as he stepped away from the corpse, only to freeze in his tracks when she took a step back. "I did what I had to do." Jon stated calmly, his breathing still heavy from the fight. "Not like this Jon." (Y/n)'s eyes welled with tears. "He was gonna hurt you... I couldn't let that happen, not anymore, never again." He promised before taking a tentative step forward, this time not stopping when she took a step back. "I'll protect you (Y/n), I love you." He tried to assure her, cornering her against the wall, where he would embrace her, despite the blood of her now dead lover, covering him from head to toe. "Jon please." She weeped softly, despite grasping his shoulders to steady herself. "I'm right here baby, I'm not going anywhere... No one's ever gonna hurt you again." He cooed against her hair, nuzzling his nose into her locks afterwards. "You killed him." (Y/n) whimpered softly, her eyes drifting to the mangled corpse, only to snap shut at the gruesome sight. "I had to." Jon insisted, his grip on her tightening. "Please." She whispered, praying he would let her go. "I'm here." He cooed as he held her face between his hands, smiling softly at her before he pulled her in for a kiss. The warm blood smearing from his face onto hers, some of it even oozed into their mouths, making (Y/n) cry out. A sound Jon mistook for encouragement to give her more, so with a hungry growl he slipped his tongue into her mouth, savoring her essence upon his tongue, completely blind to the reality around him.

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Everything’s Gonna Be Okay.

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff! (Mentions of puking)

Word Count: 1,548

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You woke up to the feeling of an arm draped across your body. You turned over, smiling at the sight of Dean sleeping. You used your finger and traced around his beard, over his lips, and eventually his eyes opened.

"G'morning baby." You smiled at his raspy voice. "Morning." You both sat up, taking in the bright sunlight. "Imma go start some breakfast." Dean announced, standing up and grabbing his boxers from the floor. "I'll take a shower." You got up and grabbed some fresh clothes before going to the bathroom.

You took your shower and when you got out you could smell food lingering up the steps. You quickly got dressed and went down. "Chef Dean, cooking?" Dean turned around showing a plate of pancakes, bacon, and eggs. "Yup, for us." He set the plates down and took a seat across from you.

As you were eating you couldn't help, but feel nauseous. The food didn't sit right with your stomach. You stopped eating, and drank water and that's when Dena noticed. "What's wrong, is it not good." You were quick to shake your head. "Oh no it's great, I'm just not hungry. I'll save it for later."

You said, getting up and putting it in the microwave. "I gotta go to the gym with Seth and Roman soon, so I'll be gone for an hour or 2." You nodded your head, looking at your phone. "Me and Becky are supposed to meet up at the arena, so I'll see you?"

Dean walked from his chair to you, planting a kiss in your lips. "See ya." You both parted ways, doing your own thing.

After Dean left for the gym, you decided to clean the house. In the middle of washing the dishes, you couldn't help, but feel lightheaded. Your mouth was dry, and next thing you knew, you felt vomit traveling up your throat.

You quickly rushed to the bathroom, making it just in time to the bathroom. You puked in the toilet, feeling some relief come. You pulled back, breathing heavily, catching your breath.

What was going on with you?

You didn't have an appetite, and now you're vomiting. You stood up slowly, feeling a little bit better. You looked at the clock on the wall and jumped. It was almost time for you to go. You checked the house and left to the arena to see Becky.

When you got there Becky greeted you with a strong hug. "Y/n, it's good to see ya, lass!" She squeezed you tightly, rocking from side to side. You winced in somewhat pain, gently pushing her away. "Sorry Becks, but you're kinda hurting me." Becky had a sorrowful look on her face. "I'm sorry. Wanna go hang out in my locker room, watch some old matches?" You nodded your head and followed her to her room.

You both sat on the couch, watching old classic Attitude Era matches. "Oh wow, look at how Chyna beat Triple H's ass!" Becky called out, causing a laugh from you. While you were laughing you felt the same feeling from before, head feeling light, and mouth beckoning dry.

You instantly rushed to the bathroom, knowing what was to come. And just as you suspected, you threw up. Becky was at your side in an instant, pulling your hair back. "It's okay, Y/n, let it all out." She rubbed your back soothingly.

You finally finished and looked up at her. "I'm sorry Becks, I don't know what's wrong with me." Becky looked at you with worry. "Has this happened before?" You stood up and went to the sink. "Yeah, before I came here, I was washing dishes, and bam, it happened." Becky looked at you in question.

"What else has happened?" You took a moment to think. "Well, Dean made breakfast for us, but I didn't have an appetite. When I ate a piece of bacon, it made me feel sick."

Becky started putting the pieces together, but there was one thing that needed to be confirmed. "Y/n, when was the last time you got your period." You stopped drying your hands. "Well now that I think about it, I missed my period twice in the last 2 months."

Becky's eyes grew wide. "Y/n, don't freak out, but I think you're pregnant." You froze as you felt your whole world shatter. Pregnant? "P-pregnant? N-no this gotta be a mistake." Becky looked down at the ground. "I've had the same symptoms when I was pregnant with Roux. Look, I'll get a test, and you stay here."

You stayed silent, knowing you couldn't fight her. It was only 20 minutes when she came back with three tests. "Go pee on the stick and we'll go check on it in a few minutes." You did what was told and waited outside the door with Becky. "Let's go in. 1, 2, 3." You both walked through the door and looked at the pregnancy tests. 'Pregnant' is read on all 3.

This wasn't good. You were only 25, you had your whole career in front of you and not only was it just getting good for you, but also Dean. Oh god Dean! What was he gonna think about this? Would he be happy, mad, sad, so many thoughts were going through your mind.

"Y/n!" You snapped out your thoughts when Becky yelled your name. "Calm down, I can tell you're stressing out." She held her arms out for you, and you practically fell in them.

You cried on her shoulder, holding onto her tightly. Becky stood there, running her hands through your hair. You pulled back, sniffling slightly. "How do you think he's gonna react?"

You shrugged your shoulders. "I don't know, we haven't talked about kids." You let out a huge breath. "Imma have to go tell Vince and Triple H that I can't wrestle for a while." You stood up, walking towards the door. "I'll let you go in private." You nodded your head, walking down to the Bosses room.

You explained to them about your pregnancy, and how you wanted to announce it on live television. Surprisingly to you, they agreed to it and made you the opener of the show. You went back to Becky and told her the news. She was happy for you, and couldn't wait for you to tell everyone.

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It was hours later and the show was about to start. You haven't heard or seen Dean all day and although it made you nervous, you were kind of glad. You bit your nails, as you listened to the commentators introduce the show.

Becky came behind you, hugging you. "Remember, I'm here for you." You took in her words and walked out as your music played. Fans cheered, but looked confused as to why you were wearing casual clothes.

You stepped in the ring and got a microphone. "Hello WWE universe!" Everyone cheered at your greetings. "There's something really important I wanna tell you all, but first I need my boyfriend, Dean, to come out here."

Dean's music played and came out looking nervous, with his hands in his pocket. He entered the ring and looked at you. "Okay, so I know you're all wondering what's happening, but this is something I want everyone to know." You turned to Dean, taking his hands in yours.

"I just wanted to start off by saying, Dean, you know I love you with everything in me and I really wanna have a future with you, but what I'm about to say might change things." 'Oooos' echoed around the arena, thinking something bad was about to be said.

“I’m not gonna be wrestling for a couple of months because-” You took a deep breath.

"Im- I'm pregnant."

Shocked gasps, and cheering almost blew the arena down as fans cheered, happy for you both, but Dean showed no emotion. He only stood there, dumbfounded, looking at you. "Dean, please say something." You said, but it wasn't heard from the fan’s cheering.

You watched as he sped walked to you, engulfing you in a hug. The arena got even louder and the hug. Even though the fans were extremely loud, you could still hear the words he was saying in your ear.

"Are you joking?" You heard him asking, voice cracking slightly. "No, we're gonna be parents." He hugged you tighter. "I love you so much. Y/n, you don't even know." You smiled. "Yeah, I do." You chuckled, but Dean pulled back looking at you seriously.

"No, you really don't know." His hand went to his pocket and pulled out a black box. He went down on one knee, opening the box, revealing a ring. You covered your face, feeling more tears gather in your eyes.

Dean grabbed the microphone from the floor and brought it to his mouth. "Y/n, would you make me the happiest Dad in the world and marry me?" Fans began chanting 'Yes' doing Daniel Bryan' taunt. With no words in your mouth, you nodded your head, holding your shaking hand out.

Dean slipped the ring on your finger and grabbed you for a kiss. Fans took pictures, some even crying themselves.

Maybe this wasn't gonna be so bad after all.

Everything's' gonna be okay.

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[dirtywrestling]

Hi! Could you do a female child reader who was abandoned and got found by Dean Ambrose? If you don't feel comfortable doing that than just a female reader comforting Dean while he's crying because he's insecure about his appearance

*gives doughnut*

Warnings: Cussing, Dean Ambrose being protective, abandoned child.

Commissions: Open!

Imagines: Open!

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"Come on, Ambrose." Rollins said up ahead the side walk as he rolled his suitcase in a hurry.

"I'm coming, I'm coming." Dean grunted out as he slung his duffle bag over his shoulder. Seth thought it would be a good idea to walk from the airport to the hotel since it was only a few blocks. Seth pointed out that it would save them on some money instead of standing around fans and waiting for an Uber. Right, like walking in public was a good idea.

Dean past an ally way only to pause as he heard soft crying. "Dean, come on!" Seth barked up ahead, already in front of the hotel.

Dean looked down the damp and slightly dark ally way. Ignoring his friend shouting at him, Dean slowly stepped into the ally way. "Hello?" He said out loud only to hear soft whimpering, as if it was a child. Looking over two large garbage bins he frowned to see a small little girl covered in filth, dirty clothes and messy hair. It looked as if she hasn't showered in days. "Oh, come here lovely." Dean picked up the small crying child into his arms.

Dean walked out of the ally way to see Seth's eyes widen at his discovery. "Is that a fucking child?"

"Yeah, I found her next to trash cans." Dean held the little girl close as she rested her head upon his shoulder. "I'm keeping her." Dean smiled.

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[plentyoffandoms]

Day 19 🎃 Boots Worship/Masturbation

Jon Moxley x f/Reader (18+)

Requested by @maeleelee

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read. Jon masturbing. Him loving YN'S boots a bit too much. NSFW under the cut

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

I hope you like it.

Jon Moxley's POV:

I could feel YN's looking down on me as am kneeling infront of her. Her one leg is over my shoulder and I couldn't stop myself as I licked up and down her leather boot.

I have no idea what has come over me, but the moment she walked out of our closet in these new leather boots, I felt myself get hard in my jeans and I couldn't breath it felt like.

YN was calling my name and I finally snapped out of it.

"I see you like the new boots I bought."

"Very much so." I gulped. I have some weird fetishes and YN has never made fun of any of them, but this one maybe too far.

"You want to take a closer look at then Jon?" My sweet girl asked me.

I had her over my shoulder and in the chair at the other side of the room before she could even react.

"Fuck I love your tongue Jon." YN said when she saw me lick her boot again.

"I bet your hard baby." I was going to deny it but her other foot pressed gently to the front of my tented jeans.

I moaned, not ashamed at how much that turned me on. "Why don't you take care of yourself baby."

"You sure?" I asked hoping she wasn't kidding. YN likes to toy with me and I really hope she isn't this time.

"Go on baby. I know you want too."

My cock was in my hand and I was jerking it off, already close.

YN didn't move or make a sound as she watched me jerk off. Her boot was still over my shoulder and my head was laying on it.

I wasn't even looking at YN like I normally would.

"You close Jon?" All I could do was nod my head yes.

"Go ahead and cum on them baby." I pushed her leg off of my shoulder and she nicely put them together infront of me.

With a loud groan I came all over her boots, my wrist was like a blur.

"Mmm, you know you owe me a new pair now Jon."

"Fuck baby, I will buy out the whole store for you."

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[ametrinearrows]

Second Chance Friendship

The roar of the crowd echoed through the arena as I watched YN YLN's match unfold on Monday Night Raw. It had been a while since we had crossed paths, and the memories of our past weighed heavily on my mind. Our friendship had taken a hit before I joined the WWE, and time had done little to erase the nagging feeling that something precious had been lost. 

 As YN's music hit and she made her way to the ring, my heart raced. She looked as fierce and determined as ever, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of pride for how far she had come. But beneath that pride, there was an ache, a longing to reconnect with the person who had once been such an integral part of my life. 

 The match was intense, with YN giving it her all in the ring. As the final bell rang, I watched her exit the arena, her adrenaline still palpable. This was my chance – the perfect opportunity to reach out and mend what had been broken. 

 I made my way backstage, my footsteps echoing in the corridor. My heart pounded in my chest as I searched for her, the uncertainty of how she would react gnawing at me. Eventually, I spotted her in a quiet corner, catching her breath after the match. 

 "Hey," I said softly, my voice catching slightly as I approached her. 

 YN turned, her gaze meeting mine. There was a flicker of surprise in her eyes, quickly replaced by a guarded expression. "Jon." 

 I swallowed the lump in my throat, the weight of our history heavy in the air between us. "Can we talk?" 

 She hesitated for a moment before nodding, motioning for me to follow her to a more secluded spot. 

 We stood there, the silence stretching between us, both of us grappling with the words we wanted to say. Finally, I broke the silence, my voice tinged with regret. "YNN, I... I know we haven't seen each other in a while, and things were left unresolved between us." 

 She looked at me, her gaze steady but distant. "Yeah, they were." 

 I took a deep breath, searching for the right words. "I've missed you, YNN. Our friendship meant a lot to me, and I hate that things ended the way they did." 

 YN's expression softened slightly, a hint of vulnerability in her eyes. "I've missed you too, Jon. But the argument we had... it was pretty big." 

 I nodded, my regret deepening. "I know. And I'm sorry for my part in that. I was stubborn, and I should've handled things differently." 

 She sighed, her gaze dropping to the floor before meeting mine once more. "You're right, Jon. I was stubborn too. We both let our egos get in the way." 

 A small smile tugged at the corner of my lips. "Yeah, we were both pretty good at that." 

 YN chuckled softly, the tension in the air beginning to dissipate. "Yeah, we were." 

 I took a step closer, my voice earnest. "I've watched you out there tonight, and I couldn't be prouder. You've come so far, YNN." 

 Her smile grew, and there was a warmth in her eyes that hadn't been there before. "Thank you, Jon." 

 I hesitated for a moment before taking the plunge. "Can we start over, YNN? Put the past behind us and move forward as friends again?" 

 She looked at me, a mixture of emotions playing across her features. After a beat, she nodded, her smile genuine. "Yeah, I think we can." 

 Relief washed over me, and I couldn't help but smile back at her. It felt like a weight had been lifted, like the chance for something meaningful to be restored was within reach. 

 "Good," I said, a sense of hope coursing through me. "Because I've missed having you in my life, YNN. And I want to be there for you now that we're both part of this crazy world." 

 Her smile widened, and this time, it reached her eyes. "I've missed having you around too, Jon." 

 As we stood there, the echoes of our past fading into the background, a sense of renewal filled the air. Our friendship had weathered its storms, and now, as we looked toward the future, I knew that we were both ready to embrace what lay ahead – together.

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[captainsarahscratches]

Okay, so I'm thinking about writing a fic. I've never posted aby original content here but i keep thinking of ideas that would be hot to read about. So if anyone on here has ideas for a first fic. Probably something short to start off, let me know.

And if anyone from my personal life is on here, just look away lol, this is horny wrestling/marvel fangirl shit. And we will never discuss it on person...

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