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jxtina-86 · 11 months

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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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majesticwren · 1 year

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The Hanging Tree (Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley x OFC)

Summary: Are you, are you comin' to the tree? Where they strung up a man, they say, who murdered three — She is on a path looking for war as her fate foretold. And he has war within him. Both, thirsty for vengeance, justice and blood.

Words: 15k. Trigger Warning/s: Toxic Display of Masculinity, Implied and not so Implied Harassment, Healthy Display of Masculinity, Sheamus is a Special Guest in this Chapter - and also SheamusxDrew it's Canon in my everything, do not come for me -, Fluff, Jealousy, Dean Acting Possessive and Dumb, Smut, Semi-Public Smut (?) - this time it's actually happening because I felt like writing it and the scene it's steamy, hi -, Dirty Talk, Threatening Behaviour and Harassment pt.2, Verbal Abuse, Violence, both Dean and Valkyrie are Unhinged by the end sorry not sorry Tags: my lovely @hirunoka and honorary mention to @literaryuppsala, thank you both for all the support 💕Let me know if you'd like to be added 🌻

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Chapter 7 - Oxytocin.

Part I.

Valkyrie was far from being used to that kind of world and lifestyle.

Yes, she knew what it meant to work with the stylists. Every time she was expected to go on ring, she was required to wear her full costume gear and makeup. But she always thought about that as preparing for battle. It wasn’t what she was used to back home, far from it, but it was as easy as getting used to the cameras always rolling. She understood what it meant to have a brand and to carry a character in everything, may that be fighting skills or costumes. She was legitimate and her fight was always true, it didn’t mean that she couldn’t get used to the spectacle of it.

But that evening was different.

That evening was made of champagne, limousine rides and red carpets. It was splendid and opulent, making her feel just like a Hollywood movie star, chased by the paparazzi, dressed to impress and ready for a scandal.

The gala was hosted inside an art gallery set up for the party. There were huge, glimmering, crystal chandeliers hanging from painted ceilings and small orchestra groups playing live in every room. The guests lingered around, chit-chatting and indulging in the drinks and food offered by the catering.

Every guest was dressed for the event. The men were wearing elegant tuxedos and polished shoes, while the women wore the most beautiful dresses in the most varied range of colours and shapes, all adorned by sparkly, precious jewels. All looking as beautiful as royalty.

Not every guest was a wrestler, she didn’t recognise many faces in the crowd, but between those who she did recognise she was so surprised to notice that even the roughest, angriest, most violent fighters were all polished and dressed up.

Valkyrie herself had to admit she felt like she was someone else, as she found herself floating in such a different reality from what she was used to. She could, for once, pretend to be just a princess. Her garments certainly carried such an impression.

She was wearing the most beautiful dress she had ever seen in her entire existence, made with the finest materials and greatest craftsmanship. It was the colour of stormy clouds hovering over agitated seas, made of tulle softly falling along her figure, enriched by sparkly, floral embroilments. The soft, elegant beauty of it was opposed by the harder-looking corset caging her torso, made to look like a piece of silvery armour, connected by many, thin, silvery chains to a chest and shoulder piece covered in silver and light blue rhinestones.

As soon as her stylist showed it to her, she was gone for it. Never in her life had she thought she could fall in love with a dress, and yet, she had to change her mind. Even if her team had set aside some other choices, there was no game, as soon as Valkyrie had seen it, that was it.

Wearing it around became her entire purpose and the only reason why she decided not to oppose going to the gala.

That was a dress that deserved to be worn, carried around, shown off and danced in.

Her look was finished with an elegant headpiece inspired by her ring costume. The two wings to the side of her head were made of real, white feathers covered in thin rhinestones that recalled the colours of her dress and makeup.

She felt invincible wearing it – and with no other problem whatsoever in her life but the drama she felt she needed to cause just because of it. To the point that even while parading in front of the cameras by the entrance of the gallery, she found herself posing. Her vanity and self-confidence had taken over, bringing her to feel the visceral need to be looked at.

By the time she stepped into the building, following the marble steps covered in a stream of red velvet, Valkyrie was literally glowing. She was the embodiment of ethereal beauty and she wasn’t afraid to show it.

Someone by the door passed her a leaflet containing the evening program and after that, Valkyrie was left to roam free the different rooms waiting for the gala dinner to start.

She didn’t know enough people to have interest in mingling so she decided to take that chance to explore the art that place had to offer since it was on display for them.

It was a good enough way to spend time, blending into the crowd and enjoying how alive her surroundings felt. Life could be felt flowing in every room. It was in the soft classical music and in the loud chattering and murmuring of the crowd, broken by the occasional distant burst of laughter. It was in the noise of flutes clinking or bottles popping, and in the smell of canapés. In every corner the air was so charged with energy, it was inebriating.

For once, being submerged by such display of life, Valkyrie found herself grateful to be there to witness it.

A small sigh left her chest and a tranquil smile nested on her lips as she observed the shameless brush strokes on a painting representing a young beautiful naked woman lost in the arms of a knight.

Valkyrie dared to look at the details of the painting, only in appearance supposed to picture a soft, secret moment between lovers. She knew exactly how the woman in the painting must have felt, with a hot, running heart and heavy, empty loins. Breathless and abandoned to the will of her chosen one. Passion was wild, not sweet, it was something that paintwork couldn’t hide.

“You should definitely dress like this all day, every day,”

A shiver crossed her back, making her jerk. Her eyelids immediately fell heavier on her eyes as she naturally moved towards that voice. It wasn’t even the familiar warmth of his tone that got her, it was his sudden closeness as if he had just materialised from the very fabric of her fantasies.

Dean stood just behind her, so close it was dangerous and prohibited, but also electrifying. She left any trace of common sense at the hotel room. It was a lost battle even before she started it. So, she quickly decided there and then that she had no intention to fight either him or the warm desire already distending under her skin, making her stomach curl and her heart flatter.

She decided to blame the dress.

“All day?” She wondered, sending him a playful look, not even trying to hide what was supposed to be concealed in the flirty sarcasm in between her words.

And Dean was ready to bite. “Well-” his eyes became darker, his gaze sharper, as he looked at her in such a direct, shameless way, making her feel naked under his eyes, “maybe not.”

Valkyrie took a long moment to study his figure. He was astonishingly handsome, more beautiful than he had ever been before, so polished and elegant. And he knew it. There was extreme confidence, maybe a touch of arrogance too, in the way he stood, willingly basking under her eyes. No trace of timidity. He looked like a dream, with his hair pulled back and face clean-shaven, and with his black tux fitting his fame perfectly.

His charm hit her like a thick wave, washing over her and dragging her down towards him. There was no escape. There was no solace, no peace.

It wasn’t that she had forgotten all the reasons why they shouldn't have been together. It was that she didn't care.

The dress made her selfish and inconsiderate. It made her reckless. And she desperately wanted to be lost in his arms just like the woman in the painting.

She didn't even try to fight it because she knew she wouldn't have won. And it was just much sweeter to raise her white flag from the beginning, with no losses or suffering.

Valkyrie unashamedly ran a hand on the satin collar of his jacket. “You too, by the way. You look breathtaking.”

“You’d want me to wear this crap all day, every day?”

“Oh, yes,” Valkyrie pretended to brush something off his shoulder only to get the chance to lean closer to him and whisper in his ear, “I’d want you to fuck me all day, every day, in these clothes.”

“You’d like that, uh?” His cocky smirk was so handsome she pardoned his arrogance.

She bit down on her lower lip giving him a long, slow look. “I would, baby.”

Dean rolled his eyes, purring, not even doing as much as trying to hide how much he was wrapped around her finger. “Tell me, how am I supposed to stay away from you?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t.” She dared to openly challenge him.

Dean just looked at her, hesitating only a moment, before releasing a soft hiss, and turning away. “You're such a tease. You’re driving me insane.” His deep voice was soft but vibrated under a shiver that made him squeeze his fists. Dean took a step back.

Valkyrie smiled, extremely satisfied by his words. She enjoyed imagining that what was bothering him was his extreme attempt to try and keep his hands off her.

Gods, she wanted him to lose his control so badly.

“I mean it.” She dared, fighting against the need to slide closer to him. Instead, she looked around, only to make sure they weren’t attracting attention.

Thankfully they were blending well in the crowd. It was easy to feel like they were hidden and unseen when they were covered by the strangers surrounding them.

Her words attracted Dean’s attention and, as she caught the look he shot her, they both stood looking at each other for a very long moment.

Studying his features, Valkyrie could see his uncertainty breaking through, softening his ego. And with that, she was under the impression he could be holding his breath.

“I thought you were set on your decision.”

“I still want you to ruin me, Dean. Maybe I don’t want to fight against it anymore.”

“Against what?”

He hung from her lips. There was no reason for her to explain further, but he clearly wanted to hear her say it.

“I can’t fight how much I need you.” She said it as if that was the easiest thing to reveal. As if it was so obvious and predictable.

Dean broke eye contact. He puffed his chest as his gaze moved all around them. He was making sure they were still unnoticed. He was looking out for her. The idea that he could still be protecting her best interest, still respecting whatever wish she expressed when she pushed him away, despite hurting him, made her fall to her knees for such a man.

“You only ever need to ask.” He finally said, sliding his sharp gaze on her.

The blue of his irises was darkened. The way he looked at her made her blood boil.

“Well, consider it a request, then.”

“Who are you and what did you do to my Eir?” He wondered, jokingly. His sudden soft sarcasm broke the tension raising between them.

Valkyrie didn’t even know why or what got into her. And it didn’t matter. All the reasons why she pushed him away didn’t mean anything now, it was as if it was all so unimportant. She knew she had to protect him. And she intended to keep doing it. But it didn’t seem as important as being close to him.

She needed him desperately, but her desire wasn’t only physical. Which was both the problem and the dealbreaker.

She wanted his noble heart. She wanted his wild soul. She wanted his ravaging madness. She wanted him and everything he was and represented. Spending a moment longer pretending they were strangers was like withering slowly.

The truth was that missing him was more painful and scarier than the idea of putting him in danger. All the ifs and maybes that kept floating in her mind, gnawing at her brain and heart, never leaving her a second of peace, made it impossible for her to actually find a good reason to justify spending another second away from him.

“Valkyrie! There you are!”

She was startled by a third voice that broke in between them. Dean too froze. With a soft gasp, she looked around, slightly alarmed.

As she focused on Sylvia, who stood by them, Valkyrie felt a shot of annoyance vibrate through her chest as she tried her best not to growl like a beast against the woman. Though she didn’t stop herself from rolling her eyes.

She knew what was to come, and she had to think about a smart way to wiggle her way out of that situation very quickly. Though, when she was the victim of her emotions, Valkyrie was rarely smart. Her instinct was stronger than her brain.

“Hi, Sylvia, what is it?”

“I need to introduce you to someone,” the woman explained briefly just before she looked at Dean, scrutinizing his look from head to toe. “And Ambrose,” Sylvia’s features bent under pure contempt, “I barely recognised you.”

Dean winked at her, pulling the cockiest smirk. “Even us lunatics are allowed to dress up, sometimes.”

“Yeah-” Sylvia was still looking up and down at him, “a tie doesn’t cover up craziness.”

Valkyrie ground her teeth, instinctively stepping in front of Dean, letting her protective side show. She even pushed a hand on his chest, sliding her fingers under his jacket, asserting possession and intimacy over him. “That’s more than enough.”

Sylvia sent her a judgemental look. “What do you think you’re doing? I thought the problem was taken care of.”

“Oh, I did take care of it.”

Valkyrie wasn’t thinking clearly. She was driven by her emotions, feeling the need to rebel against the constrictions that she had been put under. And that most definitely wasn’t the smartest thing to do.

Turning towards Dean and grabbed him by the tie, pulling him into a kiss.

It was freeing. And it was selfish. It was like she had something to prove. And, at the same time, it was like breaking all the rules, even against her own better judgement, taking what she wanted. What she deserved.

Because she wasn't only kissing him to be mischievous or to get a reaction from Sylvia doing something so prohibited and frowned upon. She was kissing him because it was what she wanted to do. She was kissing him for the simplest reason of them all: he made her happy. He filled her world. He gave her purpose.

Spending another second denying it was a terrible waste of time.

Maybe she would have regretted it in the morning. But it didn't matter, she was ready to go through another heartbreak, even if it meant hurting him again. If that was the case, she would have welcomed the known loneliness and pain like an old friend.

Dean didn’t oppose her. He was surprised at first, but his lips were extremely welcoming. His hands easily found her hips, sliding across the sides of her corset. Although she really wanted it, she didn’t give him the chance to wrap her in a hug. With her point proven, she gave him a little push, turning towards Sylvia.

A satisfied, chaotic smile curled her lips. “So, who do I need to meet?”

Sylvia was shocked and offended as her eyes jumped from her to Dean and back. The anger rising behind her eyes was only a tickle on Valkyrie’s skin.

She turned to Dean, bending elegantly. Still brushing a hand on his chest in an unashamedly personal way, she offered him a warm, honest smile. "Find me later?"

"You bet, angel." He winked at her, bending his head, giving her a glimpse of a smile full of dimples.

Thinking about it, she didn't have to follow Sylvia.

She didn't have to be there at all. She had about a million ideas to better fill her time with things to do with and to Dean, than spending a minute longer at the gala.

That was the moment Sylvia grabbed her by the arm and dragged her away as if she read her thoughts on her face.

"What are you doing with him, Valkyrie?"

"Wasn't it obvious? Want me to be more specific? ‘Cause I can be." She didn't even think to be polite. Holding her tongue wasn't something she was used to doing.

And not in front of Sylvia. Whatever power she thought she had over her it was nothing compared to what Valkyrie was and could do.

"You can't be with Ambrose. I thought we talked about this-"

Valkyrie stopped their march, pulling herself off Sylvia's grip.

The look she lowered on the woman was as cold as ice, detached, severe and extremely violent. "Say anything bad about him and I swear to all the Æsir that I will hurt you in unhuman ways." Her gaze was lit by the anger of her warning.

"Why are you fighting me? I'm trying to do what's best for you, you foolish girl."

To Sylvia's grumbling, Valkyrie raised her head and widened her shoulders looking dangerous. "I am not a girl. I am a Valkyrie. I am a deity. Do not forget that. I will do what’s best for me. And you? You can leave any time if you don’t like it.”

“This is not a matter of liking it. I know you take things personally, but, at the end of the day, you are doing a job. It’s business.”

“Great. Then let’s keep it professional, shall we?” Valkyrie raised a hand in the air, taking control over the situation. “Stay out of my personal life. Who I decide to share my bed with it’s not your concern. Whether I decide to get personal with Dean is not your concern. And you better keep your opinions about him to yourself. I care deeply about him; do just as much as give him the side eye and I won’t be happy. Are we understood?”

Finally, as Valkyrie spoke, Sylvia lowered her eyes. Her nod was quick, but firm.

Before the woman would even begin to say anything apologetic or otherwise, Valkyrie raised her chin.

“Back to business then, who do you want me to meet?”

Sylvia looked suddenly nervous about it, looking around and fidgeting with her little purse, swinging her weight from one foot to the other. “A possible investor.”

“Ok,” Valkyrie did her best to appear as relaxed as she could. Her fair features softly distended as she slid her hands on her tulle skirt as if she was ironing it out, in reality, she was only trying to rise above. Feeling the dress helped give her confidence. “Why?”

“He is a fan. He is looking into supporting you, but he’d really like to meet you first.”

“Here we go again with the show horse business I guess.”

“Uh?”

“Nothing. Fine, let’s go then. Bring me to him.”

Part II.

Valkyrie had regretted every single one of her choices the second she realised what it meant to go and meet said investor.

Sylvia was all over him for the very valid reason of how much money he could, potentially, pour into her name and into the company. He was there, that evening, for that specific reason – as he had said himself multiple times, gloating about how rich he was – he was going to donate a big sum to the charity, but, more importantly, by his own words, he wanted to get the chance to meet his wrestling heroes.

So, very quickly into the first few moments of introductions, it was made very clear to Valkyrie that she was not only expected but required to spend the evening by his side. And she was to enjoy it.

They had even put her sitting next to him during the dinner event.

She should have left with Dean the moment she thought about it. She could have been rolling in the sheets with him, right now, being lost in unconditional pleasure. Or they could have spent their evening running around town wearing their gala looks, talking about their lives and eating disgusting, greasy food. Whatever her mind decided to fantasise about, was much, much sweeter than being pushed into spending the rest of the evening with some other guy only to basically sell herself to him.

He wasn’t even pleasant. He was loud and full of himself, and not in a good way. Every time he spoke, he expected people to pay attention to him because he was convinced whatever he was saying was of the most importance. He made jokes that weren’t funny but liked to see people laughing around him. He kept using his riches as a valid personality trait to impress everyone when the only thing Valkyrie felt was boredom.

She had met farmers with more valuable hearts and minds than him, or more humble kings.

The worst part of it all was that he seemed to be under the assumption to have conquered her. He dared to touch her every now and then, may that be brushing his fingers on her arm or fully placing a hand on her back, never once asking permission. And many were the inappropriate comments he sent her way. He acted as if he owned her already.

Which didn’t help his case. Valkyrie had decided she didn’t want to have anything to do with such a person. She didn’t need his money or publicity. Not when it meant he was under the impression he could control her.

She would have already left, if it hadn’t been for the fact that he threatened multiple times to sue Sylvia and her entire team since he had paid a lot of money to get the privilege to spend that evening with her.

It’s not like she couldn’t leave anyway. She surely wasn’t scared of such an insignificant man. But she didn’t want other people to be in trouble. He certainly looked like the kind of man who would wreak havoc if wronged.

She thought she just needed to get through the evening, hoping to be rescued, somehow.

She held a thin glass filled with a mocktail in between her fingers, boringly looking over to the centre of the large dining room where, after dinner had been served, a big space was created so people could dance elegantly, following the orchestra, waiting for the charity announcements to start.

“And that’s when I told them that I didn’t care if the Queen of England wanted that piece for her collection, I was the one who would have won it. And now there’s a priceless statue embellishing my living room.” His chest was so puffed up she thought he could explode.

But that would have been good for her. Sweet release.

The man looked at her like he was expecting something from her, so just then Valkyrie realised that she was supposed to answer in some way. With a little delay to be a natural response, she pushed a fake smile out, pretending to be impressed. “That is incredible! Must be a hell of a view.”

“You know,” he began, daring to slide closer to her. He pulled an arm on the back of her chair, wrapping it around her shoulders, resting his hand on the other side of her. She froze, realising she was caged and couldn’t move away without risking causing a scene. “I could show it to you.”

“Show me?”

“Yeah. The statue. In my living room. I think you’d like it.” His gaze became suddenly turbid. The way he looked at her made her feel so dirty she needed a shower.

Valkyrie had to push the disgust deep down inside of her not to risk gagging in his face.

“And I think there would be other things you might like,” he wasn’t done, even when his point was perfectly clear.

Funny how she would have let the right man whisper to her ear the most horrid, degrading, perverted things he wanted to do to her and be desperately turned on. But just as easily, the wrong man could only attempt and succeed to disgust her.

“I am sorry, I don’t think I understand.” She pretended to be naïve, only in the hope that he would think about what he was doing and stop. Valkyrie moved back a bit, trying to find some space from him.

“Oh, c’mon. You know what I mean,” the smile he was giving out was as confident as it was disgusting. Unbelievable that he could think women could fall for such behaviour at all. “I’ve never been with a woman like you. So big and strong.” Somehow his words didn’t sound like a compliment at all. The look he traced across her figure made her want to vomit. “I’d love to add you to my collection.” He traced a circle on her shoulder with his index.

Valkyrie was shaken by a cold shiver. It sounded like he was ready to fuck her in a despicable way, and she wasn’t at all allowed to enjoy it, just to then store her on a shelf for the rest of eternity. That time she didn’t hide her disgust. That was the moment she thought a line was crossed.

She pushed a hand out, moving away from him, and turned her head away breaking eye contact, clearly imposing a solid wall between them. “No. I don’t think so.”

“Well, why not?”

“This is inappropriate,” she pleaded at first, trying to be as polite as possible, “please, stop.”

“The hell I’m going to stop. Do you like being chased, uh? Fine.”

“No, Mr Malone. Believe me when I say in the politest way possible that I am not interested.”

“Why? Are you into chicks or something?”

She jerked to his question fighting against the need to slap him. “It is not your concern, sir.”

“Because it can be arranged. If you rather be with a woman, I’d be happy to watch.”

Valkyrie looked around, the sudden frost of panic flooding her blood. Their table was empty, all the other couples had gone dancing or mingling. And no one else seemed to be close enough, or paying attention to them, to notice she was in desperate need of being rescued.

“I said no, Mr Malone.” This time, there was no space for politeness.

He chuckled. She could have been honking like a goose right now, it wouldn’t have made a difference to his understanding.

“Do you think a no had stopped me before?”

An icy shard crossed her heart. Valkyrie lost colour in her face as the implication of his words became knowledge and vivid images in her mind.

Though fear didn’t freeze her, it lit her up. Her disgust quickly became anger as she snapped.

Valkyrie turned quickly and grabbed him by the neck, unconcerned about their surroundings and the fact that people could have seen her acting inappropriately. She clutched her fingers around his throat, squeezing the air out of his lungs and pushing her nails deep into his flesh.

“I swear to all the Gods that men like you deserve the worst curses. If a no doesn’t stop you, how does the promise of cutting your dick clean off sound?”

Fear shot through his eyes as he tried to fight her off. But Valkyrie didn’t give in. She gave him a shake, leaving his neck only to grab him by the jaw, squeezing his features in her palm. She pulled closer to him only to dangerously bare her teeth to his face.

“I am the biggest shark in here, so do not dare to think for one moment I owe you anything, little man.” She pushed him off, snarling to his face like a rabid animal, “and fucking learn how to talk to a woman.”

He pulled away from her. The horrified look he shot her made her lips bend in a satisfied smile.

“Y-you will regret this.”

“Will I?” Her gaze became dark and dangerous, “Careful there with your threats." She hissed like a snake.

Then, the air moved around her.

As if her Gods finally decided to grace her, they sent a hero her way.

A big shadow stood behind her. She didn’t need to see the man to notice Malone's eyes raise behind her all the way across his figure. As he appeared even more scared, then she began to relax against her chair.

A couple of big hands slid on her shoulders in a protective hold. "You may want to go and grab a breather, fella."

Valkyrie would have recognised that accent anywhere.

Sheamus stood behind her imposing but calm, as usual.

A soft smile crossed her lips as she released a sigh, gently giving him a grateful pat on the wrist.

"Why would I listen to you, mate?"

"Because," Sheamus slid a hand in front of Valkyrie, encouraging her to take it and get up. She did, following his move blindly, exchanging a brief look with the Irishman. He pushed her gently behind his back, just then puffing up his chest appearing as big and as dangerous as he could be, "I'll be the one who breaks your jaw if you don't."

Valkyrie wrapped her hands around his big arm, smiling satisfied. "I'd be happy to watch." She teased, leaning her chin on Sheamus' shoulder as she looked towards Malone.

He appeared utterly offended by their behaviour as if they were the ones who'd been disrespectful.

Malone got up from his chair but, instead of listening to Sheamus' friendly suggestion, he pointed a finger at Valkyrie's face, actively crossing her. Though, before he could say anything vaguely threatening, Sheamus snapped. Grabbing his hand, he tore his finger purposely hurting him.

"Got something to say to me?" Sheamus barked, giving him a strong shake.

As Malone squeaked, many were the pair of eyes set upon them. Some people in the crowd immediately closer to them even gasped.

The man's eyes slid on Valkyrie, filled with hatred, which set Sheamus off even more. He stepped forward, completely covering her with his body. "Don't even look at her. I swear to God I'll break your finger, fella."

"OK, OK! Fine! Let me go!" As Malone begged, Sheamus gave him another shake before pushing him away.

"Fuck off, before I get really angry."

Surprisingly, Malone listened and left. Defeated and pissed off, but he left. The further away he got, the easier it became for Valkyrie to breathe.

Something told her that wouldn't have been the last of him she would have seen.

As soon as Sheamus faced her, she pulled him into a hug, releasing a relieved sigh against his shoulder. "Thank you."

The Irishman chuckled, gently cradling her into his arms with the confidence of a dear friend.

She didn't like many people, but Sheamus she liked very much. He was a very close friend of hers and she cared about him.

Differently from any other bond she installed in the company, Sheamus wasn’t a warrior her Gods sent her to help but someone who intervened and helped her first. They became very close ever since to the point she had asked for his help even if he didn’t owe her any favours.

"When did you get here?" She wondered distancing herself just enough to look him in the eye.

Even despite the fact that she was a very tall woman and wearing heels, he still towered over her.

He pulled the warmest of smiles looking at her with his gentle blue eyes. "Just this afternoon."

Valkyrie gave him a good look, studying his figure, handsome features and clothes. He was wearing a tartan grey suit with a loose white shirt open on his pale chest, showing the golden Celtic cross he was wearing around his neck.

"Gods, look at you."

Sheamus blushed, chuckling as he looked down at himself. "Yeah? Is it not too penguin-looking?"

"It's not." She was still checking him out, just to underline her words.

He nodded, gratefully taking the compliment and puffing his chest up. Then, he pointed at her. "Well, hate to point out the elephant in the room, but you look fucking stunning, as usual." He pulled a deadly wink that had the ability to make her blush. "Much better than me' old arse tightened in this suit."

She even dared to bend over to have a look, only to nod in approval. "No. Your arse is perfectly fine."

They both laughed, only for Valkyrie to drag him in another tight hug. "It's so good to see you, I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, lass."

He had been off for a few weeks due to an injury and it felt like they hadn't seen each other for years. So many things had happened.

She wasn't even sure she was the same woman he had known before.

But Gods life had been lonely and difficult without his presence and guidance. Sheamus had always been a ray of sunshine in the dark for her and possibly one of the few, if not the only, that she had been trusting since the very beginning.

"So," he began, breaking the hug only to slide a heavy arm around her shoulders, "I wasn't here to look after your sorry arse so you thought to cause all sorts of problems, uh?"

Valkyrie giggled. Next to him, she felt like a little girl, there was something in the Irishman charm that she always had a weakness to.

"Well, please, don't put it that way."

"Ya' sure don't have many friends. What's that business with Randy?"

"Ah, nothing really. He got sour about me winning a match against him and now he wants another match to prove something."

"OK, but there's real beef between you two."

"He started it."

"That is weird. Not like him at all."

"Do you know him well?"

"Well, as good as I know a colleague but I wouldn't trust him with my life. But he is not a bad guy."

"He is being an ass. Professional about it up to the point he called me names."

"Did he really?"

"Just once." She froze, rolling her eyes. "Ok. I did my thing, I helped someone he was attacking, and he got upset because I've won."

"Yeah, we'll get to Ambrose in a minute," Sheamus pointed a finger to her face, wiggling it like he was going to scold her, except he was badly hiding a sarcastic smile, "don't you think that because I wasn't here, I don't know all the gossip."

She still blushed violently, trying to avoid his look, barely able to contain a timid smile. That was pure emotion on display as only talking about Dean made her heart flutter.

"Yeah. Look at you, I thought I was the only one able to make you blush and giggle like a lassie."

Valkyrie looked up at him, pulling a cocky smirk. "You do make me blush."

"Ah, but Ambrose surely has better tricks up his sleeve, uh?"

"That he does." Her lips bent tenderly only thinking about him.

Sheamus shook his head, raising his eyes to the ceiling. "Damn, I leave for a month and my favourite girl gets snatched. Unbelievable."

"You should have made your move sooner, old man."

"Yeah? And leave Drew to run away with you?"

"Yep. Or, give you one better, no need to leave Drew behind." She dared to wink. "I'm perfectly fine running away with the both of you."

"Sure you are."

No one else had the privilege to see her under such light. No other human being made her feel so comfortable and relaxed to grant her the possibility to be as warm and as flirty, knowing she didn't have to think about consequences, as it was with him.

She felt extremely comfortable with Drew as well, Sheamus' boyfriend and their colleague, they both were like family to her. But with Sheamus, there was a different, deeper level of understanding.

"You are a menace. I hope Ambrose knows he is up for a ride."

"Oh, he knows." To the smirk she offered, Sheamus chuckled, shaking his head.

"C'mon, lass, tell me everything. What did I miss?" Pulling one of his bright smiles that made his blue eyes glimmer, Sheamus sat heavily on the chair previously occupied by Malone.

Surprisingly how easily she forgot about him since Sheamus arrived.

"Well," She sat next to him, ready to start diving into all the details of her new situation, especially looking forward to having his advice about all her doubts.

His words would have been the only ones she considered listening to.

Part III.

"So, he doesn't know?" Sheamus was hanging on the edge of his seat, captured by her storytelling.

Valkyrie shook her head. "No. He knows some, but he doesn't know the entire thing." She fidgeted with the thin tulle sleeve of her dress. "Do you think I should tell him?"

Sheamus sighed, taking a long second to think about it. "It's difficult. I mean, it is the reason I haven't told Drew."

"Yeah. I know perfectly well he would want to help,"

"And that is the problem."

"Also, Dean is a bit-"

"Crazy?"

"Unpredictable." She corrected him as both smirked, knowing exactly what she meant. "I do not want to put him in danger."

"But he has the right to know."

"Do you think?"

"Well, you clearly can't keep pushing him away. Especially since he played a trick on you or something and you don't seem inclined or able to stay away."

"Well, that's true," without even thinking about it she raised her eyes to the crowd as if she hoped to find him easily in the people surrounding them.

"I don't think he should stay in the dark for long if you two are involved. With Drew, it's different because if you chose to tell him, I'd respect your choice, it is your business after all."

"I wouldn't do such a thing to you."

"But you get what I mean."

"Yeah. I do." A sigh left her chest.

"You like the man very much, don't you?"

Valkyrie felt like she couldn’t hide from his look so she just nodded. Her raw emotions were so clearly visible on the edge of her reddened cheekbones and glimmery eyes. “I do. He makes me feel alive.”

Sheamus looked at her with such pride shining through his eyes. He leaned closer to pinch her cheeks, offering a soft smile. “Looks to me you’re falling for him.”

She hid a timid smile behind her hand, biting softly on her knuckles. She was indeed falling for Dean. No safety measures and no interest in the consequences. They had no future and she didn’t care. Not until he could be her present.

“He better not waste your love because I swear on your Gods and mine, I will skin him alive.”

Valkyrie shook her head quickly, grabbing on his hand and giving him an encouraging squeeze. He was the only man she would have accepted such behaviour from. She didn’t like to be protected or be treated like she couldn’t take care of herself, but Sheamus had that privilege. Only because she knew his behaviour was dictated by his affection and not an attempt to undervalue her.

“There’s no need. His heart is extremely noble.”

Sheamus chuckled, shaking his head. “So, when will I meet him?”

“Ah-” Before she could think about something quick and witty to respond to avoid such situation, her attention got caught by the tall and large man wearing an elegant, full-kilt suit walking towards them. His blue eyes were both gentle and piercing, made even clearer by the dark edges of his long, curated beard and tied black hair.

“Incoming,” she announced, directing Sheamus's attention to the man approaching them, trying her best to hide a relieved sigh.

Before Sheamus could turn, Drew was already sliding a hand across his wide shoulders, pressing a quick kiss on his temple. They both moved like Sun and Moon, attracted by an invisible, undeniable magnetism.

“I should have imagined that you would kidnap him.” Drew’s strong Scottish accent bent his sarcastic words into a charming tone.

Valkyrie melted into a warm smile, immediately getting up to hug him. “Hi,” she let the man squeeze her between his arms as she pressed a quick kiss on his cheek as if that was supposed to make everything ok, “sorry. He didn’t mention you were waiting for him.”

“Of course, he didn’t,” Drew sent Sheamus a disappointed, sarcastic look, followed by a sharp smirk, “when it’s you he just forgets about the world.” Drew then pretended to be extremely dramatic, pushing the back of his hand on his forehead. “I am just the forgotten wife, never the chosen woman.”

“Are you done talking bullshit, man?” Sheamus chuckled, giving Drew a quick tug, pulling him close enough to pat his side.

“I promise you can take him back; we are done catching up.”

“Oh? Is that so?” Drew sent them both a look before offering her his hand, bending slightly like a true gentleman. “So why don’t we make him jealous with a dance, princess?”

“And leave him all alone here to entertain himself?”

“He’s good at that.” He whispered, sending her way a wink and a smirk that had nothing clean to them. The meaning of his words was obvious.

Valkyrie chuckled, taking then his hand, sending Sheamus a quick, playful look. “Well then,”

“Hey, where’s my dance? I was here first!”

“As usual, you’re too slow making your move, old man.”

As she giggled lightly, blowing Sheamus a kiss, she let Drew drag her to the middle of her dancefloor.

As they danced, his steps were easy to follow. He was an extremely skilled dancer and quite comfortable leading, making her accept his moves with ease. Over the classical music, it was easy to exchange some words and jokes.

It was a good moment to catch up with a friend and she appreciated the warmth and company Drew offered.

“I love that man, but he has been fucken insufferable pain in the arse for the past four weeks I swear.”

Valkyrie giggled, so clearly able to imagine Drew’s words as true. “Has he been a nightmare?”

“Yeah- think about someone unable to stay still after surgery, despite doctor’s orders, always trying to overdo it to prove he is in shape, only risking to injure himself worse. The immediate day after I found him trying to put together a set of shelves we had forgotten about for weeks – yet suddenly it was a priority.”

“Sounds like Sheamus to me.”

“That damn stubborn Irish.”

“So, what’s the situation now? I am sure if I’ll ask him, he’ll lie not to worry me.”

“He is ok now. He has been cleared to come back but he can only attend and show his face here and there for now. No fights.”

Valkyrie sent him a sceptical look, raising her eyebrow, looking back towards the Irishman still sitting at her table, enjoying looking at them from afar. “We are talking about Sheamus here.”

“Yeah, I am aware.” Drew released a sigh, rolling his eyes, badly hiding an amused smile. “Had to threaten him with the big guns.”

“Which are?”

Drew made her spin, only to wink at her once he faced her again. “If he gets into a fight, I won’t have sex with him.”

Valkyrie broke into a genuine giggle, shaking her head. “You would immediately cave.”

“You are right. Let’s hope he doesn’t know.”

Valkyrie gave him a quick pat on the shoulder. “He most definitely knows.”

As they looked back to Sheamus, Valkyrie pressed her forehead against Drew’s chin, enjoying seeing how tender and yet hot Sheamus’ gaze was on his companion.

“Guess I am fucked.” Drew revealed with a defeated sigh.

Valkyrie made him look back at her, gently pressing her hand on his cheek. “Oh, hush you. Stop pretending it would be torture.”

Valkyrie giggled loudly as Drew made her spin again. That was the moment her attention got dragged back to Sheamus, she wanted to make it clear they were talking about him only to tease him, but her warm smile got wiped off as soon as she realised he wasn’t alone anymore.

She froze as soon as she recognised the man standing in front of him. Black elegant suit, hair the colour of copper pulled back on his head and darkened by the gel, blue eyes as dangerous as sharp razors.

Dean looked like he was ready for a fight.

“Oh, God-” she whispered arresting the rhythm she and Drew were elegantly spinning around with. As soon as she saw Sheamus getting up from his seat, shoulders tensed and confrontational look, she slipped away from Drew’s arms, quickly marching towards them.

“Is that-?” The Scot began, but before he could continue, she cut short his question.

“Let’s not have our boyfriends brawl tonight, shall we? Give me a hand.”

As she instructed, Drew nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I’d really love not to vote for my abstinence so soon.”

Valkyrie ignored his joke, appreciating the fact that he kept his questions for later.

“What is your problem, big fella? Afraid of a bit of competition? You shouldn’t treat her like she is your material. That’s objectifying-”

Valkyrie sent Sheamus a quick, warning look, even if it was completely ignored by the Irishman. She wondered why did he have to be such a hothead. Not that Dean was any better, because he was ready to snap.

“I’ll fuck you up in ways that will make your mother hope she had never given birth to your sorry, ginger ass.”

Before the situation could get worse, both Valkyrie and Drew intervened.

As he slid his big hands over Sheamus’ chest, pulling him back, trying to whisper soothing things to his ear, warning him to stop, Valkyrie stepped in between them catching Dean before he could step over the edge.

She cupped his face in her palms, gently but firmly pulling him towards her. “Look at me,” as her first order was completely ignored and Dean’s blood only appeared to boil wilder, she gave him another tug, “Baby, look at me.”

The moment his crazed look slid on her, as her voice finally came through to him, Dean seemed to immediately calm down. To help it, she slid her thumbs on his cheeks. “Don’t. Please, Dean-”

He inhaled a deep breath, trying to do his best to gather control, enough to pull her hold off himself and take a step back. Now his anger was directly pointed at her. But Valkyrie didn’t let him get lost in his wild feelings. She grabbed him, pulling him away. “Come with me.”

Her tone was firm but inviting as she was determined to take him somewhere quiet where she could have explained to him the situation. She was done having secrets and misunderstandings with him. Especially for something as stupid as that situation could be.

She didn’t keep herself from sending a crossed look directly to Sheamus over Dean’s shoulder. She had a massive what the fuck printed all over her face, which brought Drew to smile on Sheamus’ face. “That wasn’t a happy bunny. You’ll definitely owe her an explanation.”

“Me?! He came for me!”

Before she could lose her patience, Valkyrie shrugged, doing her best to ignore what was going on in the background and pushing her anger and shame down, burying it inside of her just enough to get away from the public eye.

She was dealing with literal children.

Gods, why was she the one who had to go through so many curses? Wasn’t being stuck on Midgard enough?

Why would Sheamus misbehave in such a way, openly challenging Dean even knowing how short his temper was? Especially since he had already started the conversation without being amicable? Because Dean wasn’t the friendliest of people, clearly.

Surely, she would have had time to face Sheamus later, for now, she had more important things to deal with. Because she couldn’t understand Dean either.

As soon as they were alone in an empty corridor in the back of the gallery, where the lights were dimmed and it didn’t seem like that area was part of the event, Valkyrie gave him a strong push. “What the fuck, Dean?” Now she was the pissed-off one.

It was only like throwing pure fuel on a vivid flame. Dean was ready to ignite, pointing a finger to her face and grabbing her by the neck with his other hand, pushing her against the wall. “Don’t you dare. I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

That was the moment it hit her. He was jealous. She was supposed to remain angry. She was supposed to feel insulted and outraged. And yet, the way his abrupt violence underlined his possessiveness over her didn’t do any of that. It made her blood boil but with desire.

And a dark, hidden side of her only desired to push him over the edge.

She raised her chin proudly. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“First, I had to watch you spend the evening next to that insignificant man. I knew something was up. I’ve seen how uncomfortable you were. And then you attacked him. I was ready to come to you, I needed to make sure you were ok. But before I could, he arrived. That Irish whoreson thought he could behave as if you belonged to him.”

His words gave her a shiver that made her entire body shake as his hold around her neck became tighter. Dean pushed his face closer to her, trying to appear dangerous. The only thing he was accomplishing was making her melt underneath his hold.

“You know how painful it was to see you flirt so openly with him when I barely got to get a direct look from you this entire week?”

He sounded so deliciously tormented it made her purr.

“Tell me how difficult it was.”

“I wanted to kill him,” Dean slid a hand through her hair, pulling her head backwards, making her bend underneath him as he towered over her, “I want to hurt anyone who looks at you with desire.”

His words ripped a moan out of her throat, only prompting him to act even more wildly.

Dean snarled into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply her scent. Then he shook his head, trying to gather control over his own thoughts. “What are you doing to me? Do you enjoy seeing me go insane?”

Valkyrie hissed as her arms slowly turned around his shoulders. “I do.”

He seemed more than willing to give her exactly what she wished for.

Dean dawned upon her, sealing her lips with his, famished and desperate. His kiss was rude and demanding, as he pressed against her, not caring much about the condition of her dress as his hands grabbed and tugged on it.

Valkyrie grabbed the nape of his neck, looking for something solid to hold onto as she lost lucidity. Every thought in her mind was fogged up, her common sense and morale wiped out, as Dean's hands cruised across her legs, frantically pulling her skirt up.

Nothing mattered anymore if not being lost in each other's arms. Maybe to prove a point. Or maybe because that's how their nature was, impossible to keep apart.

Dean finally pushed a hand in between her legs, making her jerk and choke on her breath to that longed-for touch. He released a deep, loud, satisfied growl as his fingers met with the drenched material of her underwear.

"Is this for me? Or for him?" He wondered against her lips.

"You're such an asshole." She blurted out without even thinking. To her it was obvious her desire was only for him, the idea that he could think she wanted someone else was offensive.

But she liked teasing him too much to make sure that point was extremely clear quite yet.

Every intention of ironing out any misunderstanding was forgotten. At least for now, because she was determined to have him lose his mind completely.

And something told her she was on the right track.

"What did you just say to me?"

"You are an asshole." She challenged him, unafraid of seeing his blue eyes transform from furious to feral. His desire for her had never been hidden.

He pulled off her only to turn her and push her against the wall. He pressed himself against her back, pulling roughly her hair with one hand, unconcerned about her headpiece and even less caring to ruin her complicated hairstyle, and finding again her sweet, hot core with the other hand.

Dean made her bend against him, turning her head forcefully towards him only to press his mouth against her ear. "You don’t even know how cruel I can be," he began, "and you will beg me to forgive your disrespect."

He tugged on her hair, making her bend even more, biting down on her lower lip, and then on her neck, most definitely leaving a mark.

"Dean-" her breath was cut short as she pleaded a silent prayer to him.

As he pushed the thin material of her underwear to the side, dipping his fingers through her wet folds, she did her best to suffocate a moan.

Dean pulled a cocky, arrogant smile, looking down into her eyes, ignoring the way she clawed at him. "What is it, baby girl?"

She knew he wasn't oblivious. It was clear in the way his fingers moved, clearly aimed to give her as much pleasure as possible, following the responses of her body and the rhythm of her quickened breath.

Suffocating a louder moan, biting down on her own lip, Valkyrie felt the pressure of an orgasm already mounting inside of her but before she could enjoy feeling it grow, Dean slapped her most sensitive skin, startling her, making her jerk between his arms. Even though surprising, the quick, light shot of pain that gesture released through her carried the deeper roots of pleasure.

"Do you really think I'd let you win so easily?"

"Fuck-" She choked as he buried two fingers inside of her, stretching her out, coating his digits in her hot juices.

He growled satisfied against her ear.

Valkyrie was already willing to drop every inch of her pride, unable even to consider fighting him any longer.

"Please, I need you." She didn't even care that they were exposed in a public space. Anyone could turn the corner any minute. "Please, just fuck me."

Dean evilly chuckled at her desperate request. He pumped his fingers inside of her, finding her clit with his thumb, relentlessly set on truly torturing her with blinding pleasure.

Instead of indulging her request, he did the opposite. As soon as her pleasure rolled closer to the edge, he denied her release once more, dragging his hand away from her entirely.

Dean turned her around rudely, without finding any opposition from her whatsoever. Once he faced her a satisfied, mischievous grin appeared on his lips.

"Look at you, already in shambles," before she could say anything Dean grabbed her by the neck again, pinning her there, "such a mess. So pretty."

Making sure their eyes were locked, he slid his hand over her jaw, just to caress her lips with his thumb. "I could do what I want to you."

"Yes," she confirmed, whispering against his finger. Dean trembled, so clearly struggling to remain focused.

Again, she didn't oppose him, on the contrary, her lips were ajar and welcoming as soon as he pushed his thumb into her mouth. She sucked on it, willingly and loudly, swirling her tongue around his digit, enjoying seeing him rolling his eyes in the back of his skull as a soft moan left his chest. Pleasure clearly rolled through him as his knees seemed to become weaker.

He fed her the same medicine. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking her juices off his digits, he released the most ravishing, low, moan, truly satisfied in tasting her pleasure.

"Shall I fuck you now?" He wondered pushing his thumb deeper into her mouth, "That's what you want isn't it?" He wondered, receiving only a whimper in response. His smile grew sharper. "You want me to stuff that pretty pussy with my cock?"

Now she was the one who rolled her eyes.

Valkyrie tried to touch him, feeling the desperate need to fill her hands up with the material of his suit, desiring to tug at his hair and dig her nails into his skin, but before she could, he was ready to grab her wrists in one hand, pinning them over her head, immobilising her.

"Shall I fuck you until you beg me to stop? Shall I fucking ruin your pretty pussy? Uh? Is that what you want, baby girl?"

The yes she tried to whisper was suffocated by how he grabbed at her jaw.

He acted so rudely that it only made her stomach twist, bringing her to press her thighs together trying to find any release from the weight pressing on her tired, hot flesh.

"Or I could toy with you,"

The possibility made her freeze as she gasped, looking right into his eyes. "Dean please-" She tried again only to find him grabbing her neck and stealing her breath.

"You're already begging me, that is sweet, angel. But you'll need to earn it. I am the asshole after all, right?"

A shiver crossed her from head to toe, giving her goosebumps. He wasn't wrong, she was already in shambles.

And Gods, how much did she like to be harshly handled by him. And the way he talked, so raw and wild, so honest.

He gave her a shake. "Here's what's gonna happen. I'm gonna fuck your pretty, dirty mouth.”

"Yes," she gasped, famished, already salivating. She was ready to get on her knees for him.

No other man ever had such power over her. And no other man ever will.

"Yes, what angel?" He made her lift her chin, looking down into her eyes.

“Yes, Sir.”

She had found out he liked to be addressed in such a way when he was in control. It turned him on. And so did she, as her own desire was extremely connected to his pleasure. She liked to satisfy him, giving him what he wanted, letting him take everything from her, just as much as she enjoyed when he did the same for her. It was a sweet way to make her forget about anything else and let go of every concern – as soon as she was between his arms, nothing else mattered.

“Good girl,” his praises made her stomach tremble. “Then we’ll see if you deserve to be fucked or if I shall make you wait.”

A hot shiver crossed her spine, nesting directly into her core, making it almost impossible for her to stand still. Only the idea made her tremble. She had to recollect every drop of her control not to whimper at the possibility of having to endure longer penance. Valkyrie didn’t want to risk appearing selfish.

She didn’t have much time to think about that anyways, Dean grabbed her and gave her a solid pull, making her follow him through the corridor. As if he had already mapped that place out, knowing the turns of each corridor by heart, Dean confidently pulled her around a corner and into a forgotten bathroom far away from the party enough to be considered hidden.

As he locked the door behind his back, Valkyrie moved in the small space, pretending she cared even in the slightest about what it looked like. Surely, it didn’t look at all like any public restroom. Money clearly poured through that gallery since they could afford to decorate that space as one would do in the privacy of their own house. It had several types of hand soaps and hand conditioners by the sink, plus fresh sets of towels to dry your hands with, instead of the usual paper towels or air dryer.

For a moment Valkyrie doubted that was a public restroom at all. But then she remembered she didn’t care.

Turning her attention back on Dean she found him looking at her. His eyes cruised on her figure as he slowly unbuttoned his cuffs and removed his jacket. He was looking at her like a famished animal. And Gods she was ready to feed him.

Without him having to say a word, she kneeled, patiently and quietly waiting for him to get close. Her eyes never moved from him – and she could tell he liked it.

Dean wrapped softly his fingers around her chin, keeping her still as he looked down into her eyes. He even offered a gentle, satisfied smile that made his dimples pop as his eyes glimmered full of desire.

“You are such a good girl,” he praised her softly, “so beautiful.”

She didn’t dare to move a muscle or say a word. She was only waiting for his will.

“Remember, I’ll stop any moment, you’ll just have to say the word. Got that, angel?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Although, since you won’t be able to speak, tap your hand on my left thigh three times to signal me to stop.”

She followed his words with a compliant nod, slowly raising her hands on his thighs, enjoying feeling his solid muscles under her palms more than she would have ever imagined. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Dean gave her a fond caress around the jaw before pulling away.

He got rid of his tie and unbuttoned his black shirt, loosening it up around his neck, before undoing his belt and trousers. It was as if he was moving slowly on purpose, only to tease her.

And it was working. She was desperate.

She filled her eyes of his figure, feasting over him. He was so beautiful, so perfect, she could barely think straight. Her skin felt hot and sensitive to the point her dress was starting to chafe her. She only wanted to be naked, feeling his hands, tongue and body satisfying every drop of desire she had.

But Valkyrie also knew to be patient.

Grabbing her chin once more, Dean bent, stealing a rude kiss from her, before standing back up, starting to undo his belt and unbuttoning his trousers.

Her eyes were greedy as she followed the movements of his fingers with great expectations, knowing exactly what was to come and waiting with anticipation.

“Look at you,” As Dean began, a cocky smile printed on his lips, he pushed one of his hands over his boxers, grabbing on the bulge of his erection. The heavier breath he released made her lose her mind.

She was unashamed looking at his erection trapped in his palm and hidden behind the material of his underwear. The way she looked back up at him, eyes full of a silent plea, made him tremble. She wasn’t afraid to show just how hungry she was.

“You want it, don’t you?” The way he teased her, squeezing himself without giving her the chance to actually feast on him, made her almost snap out of it and take it. But she behaved, just submissively and quietly looking at him.

The nod that followed his question was slow and determined. “I do. Please, give it to me, baby.” She knew she was supposed to address him as Sir, but it seemed that he liked to be called baby so much he was inclined in ignoring her misbehaviour.

It actually prompted him to give her exactly what they both wanted.

“Open your mouth nice and wide for me. Let me see it.”

She did as he requested, bending underneath him, even pulling her tongue out. The moan he released in approval was enough of a reward. But was topped only by Dean finally decided to whip his cock out.

Valkyrie was on him in a second, too desperate to wait for him to make the move.

She ran her tongue on his shaft, base to tip, enjoying feeling how heavy and hot his flesh was. His skin tasted delicious. It was a prohibited and powerful flavour that made her every nerve tremble and her core ache.

She whimpered, wrapping her lips around his throbbing head, sucking on the tip of his cock as she swirled her tongue on it, enjoying immensely seeing him release a moan as he bent his head backwards.

But then, as he dipped a hand into her hair, still not caring about grabbing, pulling and ruining her hairstyle, the pace changed. He imposed her to be still as he pulled back enjoying watching down at her as his cock rested by her already puffed-up and humid lips.

A satisfied smile appeared on his lips. “I’ll fuck your throat now. Hard. Is that ok, baby girl?”

Not that she thought she actually had a choice, but Gods she wanted nothing more. As she nodded, Dean pulled her hair rudely, shaking his head. “No. Say it.”

“Fuck my dirty mouth, please.”

Her voice made him tremble, she could see it in the way his shoulders twitched and his fingers clutched her hair. He wasn’t expecting anything more than that and didn’t waste any more time playing stupid games.

Grabbing her hair to keep her steady, Dean pushed his cock into her mouth, all the way to the back of her throat, stretching her sweetly and painfully. The low, deep moan he released was music to her ears. Valkyrie had to fight against her gag reflex, as he choked her, but it wasn’t like she didn’t like it. On the contrary, her core twitched and her fingers curled around the soft material of his elegant trousers as she took every inch of him.

He gave her a few moments to get used to him, pulling in and out of her mouth regularly so she could catch her breath and learn to pace it, quickening his rhythm every time until he was fully pumping into her throat.

She didn’t even care about how messy she looked because he seemed to really like to ruffle her up. The way his turbid, hot gaze travelled across her face as she sucked on his cock was enough praising. He liked seeing her chin coated in dribble or hearing the noises she made choking on his erection and he was very vocal about it with either dirty praises or loud moans.

Dean abruptly pulled away from her, looking down. Grabbing her chin, he made her bend her head to look up at him and enjoyed watching her catch her breath.

“I want to stuff that pretty mouth of yours with my cum.” He announced. The raw power his words carried made her whimper. Valkyrie was already nodding even before she could think properly about his words.

“Look at you, so desperate and beautiful. I should have known that I only needed to shove my dick deep into your throat to shut you up.”

“Don’t forget it next time,” as she dared to challenge him, knowing exactly what she was doing, willingly teasing him being disrespectful, Dean pulled her hair, giving her a shake, making her pay for her words with a soft smack on the cheek.

“Careful, baby girl. You are so close to your reward.”

She truly weighed her options. The thought of jeopardizing her immediate future pleasure just to disrespect him some more only to push him over the edge and have him being rough was really tempting. But she decided to shut up, knowing misbehaving was funny only at the moment, but she would have most definitely cursed herself later when he would have denied her pleasure for an indefinite amount of time.

Taking his own joke literally, Dean still prevented her from even risking to say something she would have regretted pushing his cock back into her mouth. This time, he didn’t give her time to adjust and had very little care for her choking. He was selfishly focused on his own pleasure as he fucked her mouth until his own orgasm left him whimpering and shaking.

As he came, filling her mouth with his warm seed, the deep moans he released, mixed with his soft praises, was the sweetest sound she had ever heard.

Dean looked down at her, his gaze was sweet and affectionate as he dropped the act for a moment. Pulling away from her, he again made her look up at him, this time only gently pushing her chin up.

“Swallow.” He ordered softly.

Valkyrie obliged, making sure to gulp down his seed as evidently as she could, only to give him a spectacle, since he liked it so much.

The way he was looking at her was the only reward she needed.

Dean didn’t give her much time to catch her breath, he pulled her up and pushed her against the countertop, dawning upon her in a famished kiss.

“I’ll give you anything you desire, now.” He breathed heavily against her lips as he helped her hop on the edge of the counter, trying to push her skirt up as quickly as he could as if it was a matter of life and death to nest between her legs. “I can fuck you now, or we can wait to go back to the hotel, it’s up to you.”

Valkyrie's only response was a soft whimper as she let him trace her jaw with his lips, automatically bending her head to uncover her neck for him.

“I’ll give it to you hard and quick now. Or, if you wait, you can have me at your disposal all night later.”

Both his offers sounded so tremendously sweet Valkyrie didn’t even know the point of choosing.

“I want both.” It was an offer and an order. Because she wouldn’t have let him get away for either.

Her breath was hot and heavy as her words prompted him to nibble on her neck. “Someone’s hungry.” His chuckle vibrated through her skin, giving her a shiver.

Just now she realised to be finally able to push her hands into his hair, unconcerned about messing up his look.

“Just fuck me.”

“You’ve been such a good girl I will pardon your bratty impatience.”

“Dean, please,” she begged, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. He rewarded her by sliding his palms on her opened thighs, reaching dangerously close to her drenched, aching core.

“You are so cute when you beg me to fuck you. You almost make me want to keep teasing you.” To underline his words, he slid his fingers playfully over the material of her underwear, only to retract them across her legs.

Valkyrie hissed, victim of her own frustration, but before she could do anything about it, taking the situation into her own hands, Dean finally answered her prayers.

Pulling away from her, he slid her underwear off her, tracing the edges of her legs with a soft brush of his fingers. He kept that thin piece of material like a trophy, stuffing it in his pocket, as he then proceeded to rid her of her shoes too. The heels fell heavily on the floor and, as their smack echoed in the restroom, also did the relieved sigh that left her chest. Dean wasn’t done taking care of her though.

“There you go, darling.” He lulled, wrapping both his hands around her feet and ankles, one side at a time, giving them a squeeze to softly massage her tired muscles, before carefully guiding her to wrap her legs around his waist so he could go back to nesting where he was up to a moment ago.

“Thank you.” She purred, welcoming his care with a warm smile. Her hands slid across his chest, over the material of his black waistcoat, only to drag him closer to her, to trap his lips in a grateful kiss.

Dean pushed his hands up on her thighs, trying his best to make way in the layers of the voluminous skirt of her dress, even releasing a frustrated grunt himself when he realised that the dress was in the way regardless. And it was covering most of her skin.

“Fucking hate this shit. You look amazing in it, but God help me for what I’ll do to you once I’ll be able to take it off.”

An amused smile rolled on Valkyrie's lips as she pressed her shoulders against the big mirror behind her, leaning on her elbows, just so she could get a good view of him. “Didn’t think something so small could threat your patience that much.”

He replied giving her a rude pull, rolling his arm around her waist, just to hold her up as he pushed his free hand over her core. The moment his thumb found her clit moving in quick, relentless caresses, Valkyrie choked on her breath. Going from total frustration to the opposite side of the spectrum without any warning brought her quickly and violently close to the edge.

Dean enjoyed watching her unravel underneath him.

“I am not a patient man.” He grinned down at her like a hungry wolf as she moaned loudly.

As if her body was singing a song to him revealing the secrets of her pleasure, he knew exactly the moment her orgasm started to approach, so, instead of letting her cum with his fingers, he pulled away only to find the right position for his already hard, proud cock.

As he slid inside of her Valkyrie tried not to cry out his name, desperately failing. Her eyes rolled in the back of her skull, while welcoming his size stretched her, finally filling her up just as she had desired to feel for so long. A hot, heavy shiver ran across her back the moment she realised Dean had every intention to show her just how impatient he could be. He gave her no time to get used to him as he started pumping in and out of her.

“I’m going to come,” she whimpered.

Dean wrapped his free hand around her neck, giving her a squeeze, nodding looking right into her eyes. “Then do it, angel. Let go. Come all over my cock.”

His voice, the stronghold of his hand, his beautiful cock stroking her so sweetly, the way Dean looked at her with such anticipation and devotion, tipped over the edge in seconds.

“Yes, baby girl, give it to me.” His praises only helped make her more of a twitching, whimpering mess as her pleasure took over her body, blinding her. She called his name to the Gods in a blessing for Freyr, Freyja and whoever was listening.

Dean was relentless. He didn’t give her a second to rest, fucking her right through the waves of her deepest pleasure and into overstimulation, bringing her to bend and claw at his clothes as she cried her moans out loud.

“Tell me,” He bent over her as his grab around her neck became slightly tighter, “is this wet, desperate, hot mess you are all for me? Or have you been thinking about that potato eater too?”

She knew he was only teasing and yet the look she shot him was more than enough for an answer.

“All for you,” she moaned heavily as Dean let her breathe freely. “Only you.”

He pushed deeper inside of her releasing a loud grunt, his hand easily finding her hair to pull it, making her bend her head and expose her neck to him just so he could assault her sensitive skin marking her. “You are mine.”

“Yours,” she agreed, “do not forget that warrior. I want only you.”

Her words made him release a soft whimper, only prompting her to wrap her arms around him, both to hold onto his solid shoulders and to cradle him.

Her stomach twisted as another thick wave of pleasure raised through her, and Valkyrie didn’t have any shame to announce it loudly.

“Me too, baby girl. I need-”

As a moan cut through his words, she caught him, sliding a hand around his jaw she brought him to look into her eyes. “What do you need?” She caressed his lips with a soft brush of her thumb.

“I want to fill you up. I need to come in you like a fucking animal.” His voice was coarse as his breath broke, but more than that, it was his frenzied look that gave her a shiver. He wasn’t all there and his words were true desire. He wanted to mark her in the most primal way.

And may the Gods have mercy on her because she wanted him to do it so badly.

“Do it, baby.”

“But-”

She hushed him gently, shaking her head. “No. I can’t. I’m a deity, you won’t impregnate me.”

Something twitched in him as if somewhere hidden deep inside of him, that was the entire point. But that impression was gone in a second, as he dived on her for a heated kiss.

He did exactly what he desired. Took him only a few moments to push her over the edge of another orgasm and as he praised her fondly for it, he let his own pleasure flow as her core squeezed him dry. Feeling his pleasure release inside of her was a ravaging experience. It carried pure feral energy, as she realised, she wasn’t the only one being marked by him. He was hers forever now.

They remained tangled and breathless for a few seconds, as none of the two dared to move as a heavy blanket of calm draped around them.

Moving slightly, Dean was back to his sweet self as he looked into her eyes. He offered her support, helping her up. “Are you ok?”

“Never been better.” She chuckled, still needing a moment to catch her breath.

Dean made her lean against the sink as he bent over to grab a towel, never actually letting go of her. He helped her get cleaned up and then watched her closely as she decided to remove her headpiece and loosen her hair, getting rid of all the uncomfortable pins and thin bands that constricted her.

Just after, as she released a relieved sigh, Dean cupped his hands around her face, diving in for a hot kiss.

“I can’t be without you,” he whispered against her lips, “make me your secret. Keep us hidden from the world. I do not care. But you need to let me in.”

“Ok.” It was everything she offered him. And even if it seemed only a simple word, it was as sacred as a promise made in front of the Gods. “But you need to know that you’re not bound to me. I carry a heavy burden you do not need to share and the door will be open for you to leave any time if you need.”

It was so important for her to make sure he understood, even if she was far from being ready to share what was actually pressing on her chest. She was still too scared to bring him too close to danger to reveal all her secrets.

It wasn’t that she didn��t trust him. He was the only person that made her feel safe and at home in that forbidden place and she wished she could unload her pain, hiding in his arms. It was fear of losing him.

“Oh, angel. I am bound to you, body and soul.” He caressed her face so tenderly it hurt her chest, “I’d die for you. And I’d kill for you.”

She pulled him into a kiss, knowing exactly what weight his words brought. He was serious. And so was she.

“I want to go back to the hotel.”

Her whisper full of promises made a smile grow on his lips. “Let’s.”

He helped her slide back into her underwear, as his hands crossed her legs left behind the traces of a hot caress that made her stomach tremble and her filled core twitch. She was more than ready to have more of him.

Then, kneeling in front of her, he helped her wearing her heels, leaving soft kisses on her ankles and calves.

Valkyrie released a soft sigh, letting her head fall backwards. “You need to stop or I won’t let you leave this bathroom.”

“And that’s a threat how?”

She had to gather all her better judgement and self-control to just get to the door instead of pushing him to sit on the toilet and hop over his hips.

Taking only a moment to recollect herself, Valkyrie opened the door. Knowing she was walking on wobbly legs, Dean was by her side in a second, wrapping his arm around her waist.

He carried his jacket and tie on one arm, just as she carried her headpiece and purse.

They both looked a glorious mess and definitely like they were done with that gala event.

Taking advantage of the empty corridor, Dean pushed a soft kiss on her temple. “There’s not much secret to keeping if we leave together in front of that hoard of paparazzi just outside.”

“I don’t know if I care enough.”

Dean wrapped his hands around her face, kissing her forehead and then lips. “I repeat, what did you do to my Eir?”

“It’s the dress.”

They both chuckled, leaning into another soft kiss.

Their bubble had to burst sooner or later, though.

Valkyrie knew they weren’t alone even before she perceived the shadow invading the empty corridor. A frosty shiver crossed her.

Then, a burst of known laughter invaded the space, followed by a series of slow clapping.

“I didn’t know the great Valkyrie was such a slut.”

Malone stood a few metres from them, a cocky, disgusting smile printed on his face as he looked down at them, particularly at her. His contempt was so clearly printed on his face.

She had to grab Dean to keep him from immediately jumping the guy. “Dean, no. It’s not worth it.”

He wasn’t even looking at her. His dangerous, razor-sharp gaze was pointed to the man who offended her, as he was already so clearly ready for a violent fight. “Say that again, motherfucker.”

“What? That she is a whore?” As Malone openly offended her again, Valkyrie had to push solidly on Dean’s chest to keep him there. “I am surprised you pretended to be so high and mighty with me earlier. All pure and proud. Now I get it. Is it the ginger hair or them being simply scum?” A burst of evil laughter released from his chest. “I am kinda glad I’ve dodged it. God, I don’t even want to think about it. Disgusting. Getting fucked in a bathroom always tells you enough about a woman's character, uh?” It was as if he was trying to get Dean’s approval, not realising or not caring he was only increasing his blood thirst.

“What bullet did he dodge?” Dean wondered not paying attention to him.

“Oh, you think she wanted you when she fucked you? Sweet.” Malone cut through before she could even start answering. “No, no, no. She wanted me, and she knew she wasn’t at my level. Now I understand. So, that is why you refused my offer, uh?”

“You are delusional.” As she barked at him, she felt Dean freeze under her hands.

“What offer?” He asked, still only looking at her. His tone was softer as he talked to her, but the danger vibrating through his words as anger rose wild inside of him was undeniable.

“To take me back to his place. He implied-”

“I didn’t imply anything, I simply offered to show you my art collection.”

Both she and Dean ignored him, from holding him back, she started to slide her hands across his chest, bending by his side, until she reached for his hair with one hand, wrapping a finger around one of his longer locks. “And when I refused, he made it clear to me that he didn’t care much if I said no."

"Is that why you attacked him?"

"Yes. I do not condone men who think they can violate a woman's will."

"Man, don't listen to her, she is full of shit. Honestly, you're better off listening to me. And probably you might want to get checked out, who knows what kind of diseases she carries."

The dirt and the implications of his words made her stomach twist in disgust. A twitch tensed her shoulders as she felt the weight of the meaning of his intentions.

How many women did he hurt that way or worse?

He deserved to be hurt.

And she could feel Dean's anger grow and shape him into a beast.

So, she simply let go of him, sliding to the side. "Get him, baby."

If Malone didn't consider a woman able to stand for herself, he would have certainly understood the message Dean brought.

"Hey, woah, don't listen to her, she is only manipulating you, don't you see?"

"God himself could walk down here and tell me I am the new messiah but I'd still doubt it if she said otherwise."

He was on Malone in a second, grabbing him and twisting painfully his arms behind his back in a submissive pose, pushing him against the wall.

"I worship the ground she walks on. Do you understand me?" He pushed Malone against the wall. And then again, this time holding his hair, making sure to smack his face against the wall. "Do you understand what it means when I say one word from her and you're dead?"

As Dean snarled dangerously to Malone's ear, Valkyrie smiled satisfied, sliding close to him. Feeling her move by his side, Dean pulled his hair bringing him to look at her. "So, you better apologise. Profusely."

"And if I don't?"

A moment before Dean could snap and smack his face against the wall again, attempting to make some abstract work of art with his blood, Valkyrie intervened. "Dean, stop."

She only wanted to mock Malone, and as if Dean knew perfectly what she thought, he did exactly as she said.

He didn't let go of him though.

Malone sent her a quick look, even then, not hiding a cocky smile. "I knew you would come to your senses darling. See? That wasn't difficult, even for you."

"Actually," she pretended to think about it, "please, do hurt him, my love."

Dean moved immediately as soon as she spoke. It was as if her will was connected to him. He pushed Malone's face against the wall, this time slowly, squeezing against it until the man started to groan in pain.

A sadistic smile popped on Dean's lips. "More?" He asked, looking at her.

"I don't know," she tapped her index on her chin, "are you done calling me names?"

"I'm not, you fucking whore. You and your dog will regret this."

Dean punched him in the lower back twice, fast and hard. "Sorry, I don't know if I've heard you properly."

A shiver crossed her as she watched him enjoy hurting someone that disrespected her. Gods, it was inebriating. The sense of power and respect Dean's behaviour gave her was simply perfect. She felt like a queen.

Malone wheezed a slimy laughter. "Go on. I'll sue you from here to oblivion. I'll ruin you."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Oh yes, you fucking insane bastard."

A dangerous laughter vibrated through Dean's chest as he pulled the man around and wrapped both his hands around his neck. "Then you'll know I do not care about your useless threats." And he squeezed. "Disrespect my woman one more time and I swear to everything that is holy that I'll break you."

Valkyrie smiled, basking in the violence unravelling just before her eyes and in her name. She purred, sliding by Dean's side, caressing his tensed arms as she placed her chin on his shoulder, tenderly rubbing her forehead on the side of his face, like a cat, as if he wasn't in the process of choking someone.

She was deaf to the noises Malone was making, as his cries for Dean to stop were reduced to pitiful whimpers. And she was most definitely blind to his weak attempt to grab Dean's arms and fight him off.

Valkyrie moved behind Dean, wrapping her arms around his waist now pushing her face close to his neck. She lulled sweet words into his ear in her native language, praising him and her respect for his valour.

The look she slid on the man he was pinning to the wall, as their eyes crossed, was merciless and as cold as ice as her lips curled in a dangerous smile, similar to the one of a wolf.

She watched him slowly losing strength, as his face became redder and redder and his eyes more and more widened. True fear started to grow in his eyes the longer Dean's hold would became tighter.

Just when she noticed his eyelids fall heavily on his eyes, Valkyrie brushed her lips under Dean's ear. "Let him go."

Dean obeyed, immediately stepping away but still watching Malone's body heavily falling to the floor with a smile printed on his face.

The man coughed and gagged, pulling his arms to his own neck, trying to catch his breath as he pushed himself away from them as much as he could, crawling on the floor.

"Look at you, you sick fuck," Dean leaned close to him, still acting as threatening and as pissed off, "pathetic, wiggling like a worm."

Valkyrie was still close to him and casually placed a hand on his shoulder so openly displaying her closeness to Dean with no fear, despite what had just happened.

Justice was so sweet.

She let that feeling run through her, filling her up as it became the true essence of everything she was.

"Please, no more." Finally, Malone seemed to break as he begged, hiding his face from them as much as he could.

Dean grabbed him by his hair and pulled him up like he weighed nothing. "Say you're sorry, you piece of crap."

"Fine, I am sorry!"

"Not to me, you pathetic pig. To her."

A shiver crossed her back. She had lost every interest in the situation. Everything she wanted was to have Dean all to herself to thank him properly for his disposal of valour.

Nothing ever turned her on like what she had just witnessed.

It was primal and it was violent. And it was beautiful.

Despite the flaws he might have had, which she still had to meet because she didn't care if he was brutally honest or slightly rude or handsy, he was a man worthy to be called so.

Her Gods were right to smile upon him.

And he was her warrior.

That was the moment she realised she wanted him by her side forever.

"Shall I break your fucking arm to get it out of ya?"

As Dean shook the man, Malone squealed, finally looking at her. "I am sorry."

"That's not enough." Again, Dean shook him like he was nothing more but a dirty, wet piece of cloth.

"Please," Malone looked at Dean first, just to realise his mistake in time and look back at her, "I beg you to forgive me. I didn't mean to offend you."

"You are not forgiven.” She stated, raising her chin proudly. “You’ll never be forgiven for what you have done to me, or other women alike, both in less or worse degree.” Valkyrie then bent taking advantage of Dean still holding the man steady. Her look was brutally determined. “May Baldur curse your appearance. May Forseti see that justice is brought upon you. May Freyja and Freyr curse your fertility. May Frigg never let you marry. May Loki curse you. May Odin and Tyr ruin you. May Vali see that everyone you hurt is avenged. May the Norns see that your fate is ruined. And May Hel welcome you with open arms into the tormented, darkest pits of Helheim.”

To every calling to her Gods, Valkyrie drew an invisible rune on Malone’s forehead, truly hoping that her pleas would be listened to. But also, even just enjoying the pure terror in Malone’s eyes to every single one of her curses was enough to bring her satisfaction.

Finally, Valkyrie hinted to Dean to let go of the man.

She enjoyed watching him wiggle and crawl away from them, as he kept begging them for mercy, pressing himself against the wall, hiding his face on the floor, acting like a hurt insect.

Dean moved around her, going to retrieve the stuff he dropped on the floor and then he casually wrapped an arm around her shoulders, dragging her away. As if nothing happened. Definitely, a man like Malone didn’t deserve to receive any more attention.

“Remind me to never to piss you off, angel.” He chuckled to her ear, pressing a fond kiss on her forehead.

She turned towards him, pressing her smile on his chin and then reaching for a quick kiss. “You’ll just have to keep me happy and satisfied at all times, I guess.”

“I can do that.”

Valkyrie liked to nest under his arm. She liked how it felt to be so close to him. And she liked the belonging that pose implied.

“Ready to go?” She wondered looking up at him a moment before they’d turn the corner back into the more crowded side of the gallery.

“Are you?” He winked at her, offering the softest of smiles.

She got lost in his eyes for a second, unaware and unconcerned about how deep and totally on display her feelings for him were. Not that Dean did anything to hide his closeness to her either.

Her nod was quick and determined. She didn’t care anymore. And maybe it was wrong. And maybe she would have thought about it at a later date and regretted her choices, but, for now, she was done hiding.

“Let’s go, then.”

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let-me-love-you-loki · 2 years

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An Ending Within--Ch. 20

Chapter 20

Justin Roberts’s voice echoed through the arena, amplified by the speaker system that permeated the building. It took a moment for his words to sink in. And when it did…

The crowd was absolutely insane. Screaming and shouting. Booing and chanting. They made their disbelief and displeasure known without reservation. So many of them had followed the story of us—from unusual stablemates in the Shield to soulmate partners in Lunatic Llane to bitter rivals hell bent on destroying one another—that they were caught up in the destruction we could wreak on each other.

Jon and I had fought with everything we had. We had torn at each other until we couldn’t fight anymore and it was beautiful. It couldn’t have gone any better—and yet we knew we weren’t finished. We knew that this was just the beginning.

I lay flat on my back in the center of the ring, my arms spread out beside me, alternately laughing and screaming. Anyone close by would think I was crazy. And I loved every second of it. The moment I rolled toward the apron, Jericho rushed the ring, slid under the bottom rope, and launched himself at Jon. My head turned inside out as I pulled myself up to my feet.

I reached up to wipe my mouth, and my fingers came away with blood. Jon had busted my lip open!

A feral roar snapped out of me as I staggered toward him. Jericho was barely able to step back before I shoved him out of the way. I dropped back to the mat, throwing one leg over Jon and sitting down with all my weight on his chest. He had a shiner starting under his left eye. Blood trickled from a cut just above his hairline.

I grinned.

“You busted my lip, Jon,” I growled as I slapped him hard across the face. Red splattered from his head to the canvas. I wiped blood and saliva from my busted lip and grabbed him hard by the jaw. “I’m going to have to pay you back. Next time.”

Jon flashed his maniacal, shark-like smile. “I look forward to it, dollface.”

“Good,” I replied as I gave his jaw a hard squeeze and shake. I stood up, stomping him in the ribs with the flat of my boot before cat climbing up the turnbuckle and landing flatfooted on the apron. When I hit my feet on the outside, I gave an exaggerated bow before throwing up a middle finger at the crowd.

***

I lay stretched out on the sofa, butterfly bandages on my forehead, and Sefina tucked against my side. She watched the television screen with her dark eyes bright and wide as she sang along with Frozen. Her voice had a soft sweetness as she stumbled over the words, waving her hand in the air as if she were conducting an orchestra. I couldn’t help but watch the way her fingers still had the pudginess of baby fat. How her wrists still had the same rings from when she was a newborn.

For a moment, I was overwhelmed with a sense of loss and sadness. How much of her childhood had I missed so I could chase my dream of wrestling?

My gaze slipped toward where Seth sat a few feet away, his Switch in his lap. His long hair was pulled back into a knot and covered with a grey beanie. Black rimmed glasses hid his dark chocolate eyes. He had on a One Nation Under Wrestling t-shirt and sweatpants, looking calm and relaxed.

As if he could feel me watching, he glanced up. He smiled softly as he sat the gaming system on the cushion beside him. His whole being seemed to light up with that smile. I wriggled my toes. He reached out to pull on them, and I squealed in response.

“How’s your knee?” he asked as he walked his roughened fingertips up the line of my calf. His thumb stroked the inside of my knee where a bruise had bloomed from the match with Jon. My brace had dug into the muscle and flesh, leaving a black and purple blotch that extended from my knee down to almost a third of my shin.

I flexed my foot, pointing my toes and feeling the stretch through every muscle in my leg. There was a faint, pulling ache up into my thigh and hip. As if the deep muscle and tissue beneath the pale silver scar of my surgery was tugged out of place.

“Sore,” I replied. “I’ve had some numbness over the last few days. It comes and goes.”

Sefina looked up at me, her dark eyes so much like Seth’s. “Tinā. Tama. Shh,” she said in her soft little voice. I smiled. Thanks to Roman, she spoke Samoan as often as she did English.

Seth grinned, showing off that gap between his teeth. “Did you just shush us, Iosefina Dakota Quinn Lopez?”

Our daughter let out a huff of indignation at the fact that her father had called her by her full name. She sat up, flailing her arms toward Seth as he reached over and snatched her into his lap. My husband laughed as he tickled her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and squealed in happiness.

“Don’t get her excited, Seth! It’s almost bedtime,” I whined over the sound of their laughter and screaming. “She’ll never calm down for bed if you keep that up.”

“Hush, Llane,” he huffed over our daughter’s happiness. “She’s just fine. How about you go to bed and let me manage the munchkin?”

I rolled my eyes and pulled myself up to sit. My leg was more sore than I let on, and the numbness had been more than just the coming and going of pins-and-needles. Everything from my hip to my ankle ached and then went numb and achy again. The last thing I needed was to tell Seth about it all and start him worrying. He’d only recently let go of so much of his anxiety and terror about me getting injured again.

My heart skipped a beat when a furrow appeared between his brows. He curled Sefina into his chest and struggled gently to keep her under control. “Llane, are you sure you’re okay?”

I smiled and waved my hand in his direction. “I’m fine. I promise. Don’t keep her up too late?”

He nodded and leaned over to press a kiss on my cheek. “I love you,” he murmured. “And I’ll keep her up as long as I like, thank you very much.”

Before I could roll my eyes again, I got to my feet and shuffled toward the kitchen to get something to drink. He smacked me in the ass as I walked by, letting out that insane laugh of his. Sefina squealed, and he turned to “slam” her onto the sofa.

“Again!” our daughter shouted, breathless with laughter. Half a second later, I heard the muffled thud of her hitting the cushions and Seth shouting out one… two… before letting out a groan of defeat.

By the time I slipped back through the room to the hallway, Sefina was giving him a DDT onto a beanbag chair.

***

“Itiiti,” Roman boomed the moment Seth and I walked into view backstage. I felt the smile that spread over my face and let out a laugh that echoed through the concrete space. I took off running toward him, launching myself against his sturdy chest. He snatched me out of the air and hugged me tightly as I wrapped my arms and legs around him.

It felt as if months had passed since I’d seen him, even though it had only been a few weeks. He cradled one large hand on the back of my head and tucked my face against his neck. He smelled like sea spray and sunshine. For a moment, it felt like we were back in the early days of my time with The Shield.

“I’ve missed you so much, Ro,” I whispered as I squeezed him tightly. “We can’t ever go this long without seeing each other again!”

His laugh rumbled through my whole body. “It’s not my fault you’re off somewhere going crazy in the ring with Jon.” Roman dropped a lingering, warm, brotherly kiss on my hair. “But, damn, if it isn’t fun watching!”

My heart jumped into my throat with happiness. “You watched the match?”

He smiled and looked over my shoulder at Seth and Sefina. “Of course, I watched it! D’you know how long it’s been since I’ve seen a real intergender match? You and Jon absolutely killed it. And that finish!”

“Jon got busted open,” I replied with a grin.

“So did you,” Seth called from behind me. I turned and saw him closing the distance between us, Sefina propped on his hip. “Although you got a bloody lip and he got a black eye and a split open forehead.”

Roman dropped me onto my feet, and I schooled my features to hide the way the impact ran up my leg. The outside of my thigh tingled with pins and needles. I bit the inside of my cheek as I watched Sefina wriggle her way out of Seth’s arms. The moment her feet hit the floor she took off running toward Roman.

His black eyes lit up as he held open his arms. She jumped into them and locked her arms around his neck. He straightened up, locking her in against his chest and turned in circles.

“My afafine atua,” he murmured as he nuzzled into her hair. “You’ve grown a foot!”

Sefina giggled and tucked her face against his shoulder. “Fua!”

I smiled and leaned against Seth’s shoulder as he stepped up beside me. “It feels a little like the old days, doesn’t it?”

He curled me in against his side. “Someone’s missing,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to my forehead, “and I know you’re happier there. So is he. And we understand that.”

“Thank you,” I whispered back. “Hopefully you’ll understand when we break out the barbed wire at the next pay-per-view.”

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No More Drinking

Pairing: Dean Ambrose x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1,267

Summary: Dean struggles to take care of you while your drunk.

A/N: This isn’t as fluffy as I wanted it to be, but I think it’s okay. Hope You Enjoy!

Dean was fast asleep in bed, peace and quiet taking over the room. It was soon interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing.

Dean groaned, looking at the clock that said 11:47. He rolled over, snatching his phone off the nightstand before answering the call. "Hello?" His groggy voice croaked out.

On the other line, there was yelling and giggling. "Dean, you need to come get your girl. She's sooo wasted right now." Dean sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"Y/n? Is she okay?” Just as he asked the question he heard your voice in the background. "I-I'm okay, don't c-call him!" Dean sighed, grabbing his jeans off the near-by couch. "I'll be there in 10." He hung up the phone, rushing to get his keys, and drove to the bar you were located in.

It was a Monday night and after the Raw show, you and some girls decided to go out for some drinks to celebrate a win for one of your friends winning the divas title.

At first, you denied, wanting to go home with Dean and watch some movies, but after a little bit of convincing from Dean himself, you went. You ended up having a lot of fun, and had one too many drinks, and that's how you ended up drunk.

Dean pulled up to the bar, the sound of music blaring loud through the building. Dean stepped out the car and instantly, the girls and you came out of the bar. "Deany!" Dean turned at the sound of your voice calling for him.

You walked erratically, almost tripping over your own feet. As you took another step forward, you tripped on air, almost landing face first on concrete, but Dean was quick to grab you.

The girls behind you all made 'ooo' noises, teasing you as you fell into his arms. "You smell really good." Dean chuckled at your compliment, picking you up, and throwing you over his shoulder.

"H-hey, put me down!" You protested, kicking your legs, and squirming in his hold, but it did nothing as his grip on you was tight. "So you can fall and break your teeth? I think not." Dean carried you to the car, buckling you up and closing the door.

He then turned to your friends, putting his hands in his pocket. "Thanks for calling me about her." Your friend, Paige, brushed it off. "Oh it's no problem, she's a lightweight." She winked, walking back in the bar with the others.

Dean took a deep breath and got in the car, driving you two home.

All car ride you were asking questions.

"If I was a worm, would you still love me?" You asked curiously. Dean looked your way, confused. "What?" You repeated your question. "Yeah, I would love you no matter what you are."

It was silent for a good minute.

"What are trees made out of?"

"I don't know? What kind of question is that?"

You then began humming to a song, making Dean feel like he was going crazy. You were constantly talking, humming, and even falling asleep until he hit a bump in the road, causing you to yell at him.

When you finally made it home you tried opening the car door, but it was locked. "Why is my door locked?" You slurred, slowly getting frustrated as you pulled at the door handle. "Stop it, you're gonna break my handle! It's on child lock."

Dean exited his side of the car and went to you, helping you out. He held your hand, guiding you into the house. You instantly made a b-line for the living room couch, belly flipping on it with a huff.

Dean smiled at your tired reaction. "Baby, let me take your shoes off." You groaned as Dean made his way over to you, gently taking your shoes off, and putting them next to the door.

"Are you hungry?" You sleepily nodded your head, closing your eyes. "Alright, I'm gonna go get you some food. Stay awake for me." You muttered something under your breath as Dean went to the kitchen to get some noodles.

Dean had instant noodles in a cup, putting some water in them and popping it in the microwave. Dean yawned, watching the cup spin and before he knew it the microwave was beeping.

He took the noodles out and stirred them with a fork while walking over to you. “Baby, I got some food.” Dean sighed, seeing you passed out on the couch as if he didn’t just tell you not to go to sleep.

“Y/n!”

You jumped up, eyes wide. “You need to eat before you go to sleep.” You whined, pushing him away. Dean’s eyes darkened. “I won’t say it again. Eat this food.” You finally sat up, taking the noodles and slowly shoving them in your mouth.

You soon finished your noodles, throwing the cup on the coffee table and attempting to go back to sleep, but Dean was quick to stop you. “Nope you can go to bed yet. You gotta shower.” He picked up and carried you to the bathroom, sitting you on the toilet stool, and turned on the shower.

He waited until the water got warm and began stripping you down. “Gotta wash you up and then you can go to sleep.” Dean also stripped down from his clothes, and helped you in the shower.

You moaned at the feeling of the hot water hitting your body. “Let me wash you and we’ll be out in 15.” Dean did his word, gently, but quickly washing you before washing himself.

You were well behaved, enjoying the feeling of his soft hands dancing around your body. When he was done, he turned the water off, helped you get out, and started drying you both off.

He focused completely on you, making sure that you were situated before dealing with himself. Once he was done with you, he put you to bed, watching as you fell asleep.

Dean felt a ton of weight lift off his shoulder. He looked at the clock and saw it said. 2:36. Everything took up most of his day. He was supposed to sleep, but you ruined it, and he isn’t mad about it. He’s done this way too many times when he was drunk.

Dean’s never taken care of a drunk person before. Usually he’s the one who gets drunk and now he thinks it’s best if it stays like that because he doesn’t know how you do it.

Dean got in bed beside you, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. Now that he’s been up for almost 3 hours taking care of you, he’s not really tired anymore.

He watched TV until the sun came up.

The sun now shines bright in the room as you wake up to see Dean sitting up in bed, watching TV. “Never again." Dean said, staring at you.

You looked at him, confusion taking over your face. "Never again what?" // "I'm never taking care of you again when you're drunk. That was hell." You giggled at him, scooting closer to him. "I wasn't that bad."

Dean looked at you like you were crazy. "No more drinking for you, please. Let's make a deal, you're not allowed to drink after shows without me." You smiled at him, agreeing. "Okay, buddy. If I really was that bad, I won't drink without you ever again."

Dean let out a sigh of relief, closing his eyes, and finally falling into the peaceful slumber that was taken away from him hours ago.

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Old Friend | 17|? | DEAN AMBROSE

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Hope you all enjoy this 😊 and I'm sorry for not posting regularly but I had so much going on. Gonna really make an effort to be active again for real this time

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Hurrying out of the Anoaʻi house, I was at my car that sat in the drive way in no time. Tears continuing to make their way down my face.

I couldn't believe Joe, the man I had come to know and love as a big brother would do this to me.

Letting Colby know where I was, or had been staying.

And worse bringing him here.

After knowing what he had done almost a month ago.

Kissing his fellow WWE superstar, Becky Lynch at some concert they were at.

I mean if you're going to cheat at least do it behind closed doors when you know you're a famous figure and find are quick to pull out phones just to get a picture and post it to every social media platform imaginable, making the woman you're mentioning in interviews, taking around family and friends at events, posting on the same social media sites, the woman you're supposedly I'm love with, look like a goddamn fool.

"Fucking jerk..." I mumbled, through tears, picking up my phone to dial the number of the one person who I knew would at least side with me.

The one that wouldn't try to play peace maker.

Like don't get me wrong I know Joe had or has only good intentions but still...

Just send a quick text or something so I could've prepared myself to face the man who's calls and texts I've been ignoring.

Purposely.

"Jon..?" I chocked out, upon hearing the sound of the man on the other line pick up his phone.

"Y|N|N..?" I heard Jon ask, his voice already filled with worry. "What's wrong? It's nothing with the baby is it?" He continued, throwing a couple more questions at me.

I shook my head, momentarily forgetting I was on the phone and he couldn't see before answering with a sniff. "N-no," I finally stuttered out. "Colby just showed up here with Joe. And I wasn't ready to see him because it's so hard to see him and not picture him with his lips on the red headed bi-"

"Y|N," Jon said stopping me before I could get my curse word out. "Have you stopped to think that maybe Joe thought that he was doing the best thing for you and your relationship with..." Jon stopped for a second or two before letting out a, "him," that was filled with the disgust he's been feeling for Colby since we found out that Colby indeed did the very thing Jon had tried to warn me he would do.

Well no its actually the disgust he's had from the start of my relationship with Colby.

I'm pretty sure it went all the way back to when Renee introduced me to the father of my child.

I wasn't necessarily with him or in view of his face to see his reaction but judging by how he was when he saw Colby at my old house a week later, I'm positive it wasn't good.

I frowned, just now noticing my tears had finally stopped rolling down my face. "That's not what I was expecting to hear." I replied with a huff. "Well it kinda was," I shrugged. "Because we both know Joe and there is nothing but good intentions with that man, but still..."

"But still what?" My best guy friend Jon, questioned, and even though we were on the phone, I could sense he had that annoying, but sorta adorable smirk that showed his dimples just a bit, on his face finding it amusing that he'd caught me off guard with his words. "You thought I'd agree and jump at the opportunity to talk shit about them?"

I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Not them, Jon." I mumbled feeling the need to remind him this call was only to bash one person.

The person that hurt me after promising me that was the very way he would never hurt me.

"Just him." I again spoke up, leaning back in the driver's seat of my car.

Jonathan sighed, "Trust me, with how I feel towards Colby for what he did to you, I also think it's time you talked to him so you can get out what you need and decide where it is you want to stand with your relationship with him." I heard say, unable to believe that I was talking to Jon.

My Jon.

Or is this my Jon?

I'm so confused...

"Where is my Jonathan?" I gasped, trying to fight the urge to laugh at my own dramatic outburst.

"Right here, Y|N." My friend replied, not bothering to hold in his chuckle before getting serious a few seconds later, throwing wisdom my way. "But you and him are having a baby, going to be parents, and as a soon to be dad myself, I think, well, know that if it was me and Renee in you and Colby's position I'd want someone to be a true friend to me and tell me where my girl was and that's what Joe understood as already being a dad."

My eyes widen, as I practically ignored all but one part of Jon's speech.

He's gonna be a dad?!

"You're gonna be a dad?" I squealed out, every bit of my sadness now washed completely away now.

Okay, so maybe not all of it, but still...

Hearing Jon's news definitely cheered me up.

"Renee's pregnant? How far along is she? Why didn't she tell me?" I wondered out loud to my friend, throwing question after question, after question at him. "Oh my gosh."

"Yeah, two months," Jon spoke up, happiness in his voice. "But don't call her or anything. We haven't told anyone yet, except family, and even though you're basically family to us, she thought it'd be best to wait until you weren't going through a rough patch with Colby before-"

I frowned, shaking my head. "You guys didn't have to keep that hidden for my sake. I could be sad for myself and happy for you and Renee at the same time." I giggled, adding a quick, "congratulations," to him before leaning back in the seat of my car, rubbing my growing bump that was starting to show through my clothes if they were fitted.

For a few more minutes me and Jon continued our talk, as I joked with him how me moving to another state seemed to be the one of the best things that could happen to their relationship as of late.

How our first borns are gonna be close in age, and grow up to be the best of friends.

I basically got so caught up in talking with Jon that I lost track of time and forgot why I was even sitting in my car in the first place.

I really needed this

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Colby stood up for like the forth or fifth time beginning to pace again.

It's been almost an hour and she still hasn't come back in

"I should go and see if she's okay." He spoke up, placing the beer he was swirling around in his hand, unable to enjoy it, down on the island in Joe and Galina's kitchen. "She may be in trouble or something." Colby added, exaggerating.

"I think she just doesn't want to see your cheating face." His friend, Galina said, her voice just a whisper but still loud enough for Colby and her husband Joe to hear.

"Seriously?" Colby asked, starting to get frustrated at not just Galina's words but the fact that his girl was avoiding him by staying out in her car. "Did you not hear anything I said when trying to tell you what actually went on with me and Becky?"

Joe's wife simply crossed her arms in a careless manner. "You did but it's still not a reason to do what you did." She replied, taking up for the mother of Colby's unborn child. "And you shouldn't have done that to her regardless of what the situation was."

As much as Colby hated having to defend himself to her, he, at the same time loved that she was willing to stand up for Y|N.

He found solace in the fact that the friends he'd known for over ten years, who were like family to him, was also like family for his better half.

And was ready to defend her when she wasn't around to defend herself.

"I know, and-" Just as Colby was about to respond a then silent Joe finally spoke up, muting both Colby and Galina for a moment.

"I'll go see how she's doing." He said, picking up an unopened package of oreos. "She's probably pissed about what I did too, so I'll go apologize to Y|N|N and then maybe see if I can get her to come in and talk to you."

Colby nodded, before raising an eyebrow. "And you need oreos to do that?"

"Dude," Joe began, giving Colby a look. "Have you never heard of a peace offering?" He asked before walking out of the house, not waiting for a answer.

But just when he got outside, and laid eyes on Y|N's car, he could see the driver side door open, and her getting out.

"Damn, Y|N," he said with a groan of some sort. "I was just coming to lure you out with some oreos." He said, his face forming a childish pout.

He saw Y|N shake her head, giving him a playful hit on his arm after she reached him. "No milk?"

"I knew I forgot something," Joe replied, face palming himself. "I was so worried about coming out her to find you and apologize that I forgot the milk. Stupid, stupid me."

"Aw, you're not stupid..." Y|N replied, trying to keep from laughing. "An oreo peace offering is still good even without the milk." She added, holding out her hand to Joe. "Now gimmie."

Joe smiled, sighing in relief to himself as he placed a few cookies in Y|N's palm, grabbing a couple for himself before placing the package down on the hood of her car as they both leaned up against it. "So we're good?" He asked, a hopeful smile on his face.

"We were never not good, Joseph." Y|N smiled back, leaning over and swiping the package of oreos. "You don't need anymore of thes."

"Oh, and you do?" Joe, chuckled, getting a nod from Y|N.

"I'm pregnant so, yeah." She replied with a giggle.

Joe chuckled. "Pregnancy looks good on you." He replied, seeing Y|N try to hide the redness that was starting to show on her face, before saying a quick "thank you."

Both of them soon let a silence take over before Joe cleared his throat, gaining a side eye from Y|N.

"You didn't just come out here so we could share oreos did you?" She questioned, now looking down and playing with her fingers.

Joe shook his head. "I really came out to apologize for brin-"

"For bringing my ex boyfriend here..." She mumbled, causing Joe to stand up from the relaxed, leaned back position against the car he was previously in.

"Ex? You decided on breaking up?" He asked, feeling worse than before that he had brought Colby here.

Y|N shrugged, as he waited for her to say something. "No..." She trailed off, looking down to fumble with her nails. "I just wanted to see how it felt to call him that."

"And?" Joe pressed on.

"I hated it." Y|N said with a sigh. "Even after what he did, me not having any contact with him for almost a month, practically crying myself to sleep over him, and not seeing him..." She paused to bite her lip. "I still love him. And I hate that too."

Joe nodded, holding out his hand for Y|N to take it. "I get it, but he told me what happened between him and Becky and I think you should let him try and explain it to you so you can see things a bit clearer to make the right decision for you."

"And if I want to after, I can dump him?" He heard Y|N ask with a playful smirk on her face.

"Hell yeah." Joe immediately responded with a laugh, grabbing Y|N and pulling her in to a side hug as they both started to walk back to the house.

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Okay, Y|N it's time

Time to face the man you've been avoiding, that is...

"I'll take Galina with me to go pick up the kids from my mom's so you and him can have the house to yourselves." Joe whispered to me, seconds before we both walked into the house.

I nodded, swallowing hard.

Me and Colby was about to be alone together for the first time since he'd left for the live events and house shows he was scheduled for, that week, which was also a couple days before i had found out about him and Becky.

Ugh!

Why couldn't you have told me a few minutes ago that you was planning on leaving me alone with him, Joe? I mentally questioned him.

I would've literally begged him to stay.

The second me and Joe entered the house, both of our significant others, well Joe's significant other and the man who stepped all over my heart, came rushing out of the kitchen, my eyes immediately locking on Colby.

It was weird, no matter what I felt for him, and it wasn't anything good at the moment, I couldn't help but think of how much I had missed those beautiful brown eyes of his.

It's just, right now they looked like they held nothing but sadness.

They didn't shine as bright as they usually do.

Was that because of me?

Was he also broken over this whole thing?

"Hmm..?" I questioned, my words barely audible as I looked at Galina.

I had completely blocked out anything that was being said, as my attention was only focused on Colby.

"I said, don't let that idiot get you too upset." She repeated, shooting a glare at Colby.

Nodding my head, I tried to fight back a laugh, but failed as I replied with a quick, "yes ma'am," making Galina join in on the laughing as we gave each other a hug.

"I mean it though Y|N." She spoke up again, as we pulled away to leave out the door with her husband.

She is such a mama bear

"I'm pretty sure she hates me with a passion right now." I heard Colby say, once we were finally alone in the house.

You can't blame her

After noticing my silence, he began walking over to where I was standing, stopping by the couch and motioning for us to have a seat, which I eventually did after a few seconds.

"Okay, so um..." I heard him speak up again, scratching af the back of his head, like I've noticed he would always do when he was nervous to say something. "First off, Y|N," he paused and reluctantly reached out to grab my hand. "I'm sorry and I miss you Y|N|N."

I missed you too, Colby, I mentally confessed to him unable to bring myself to say the words out loud.

Not this second, at least.

Colby eventually let go of my hand and sighed, his head hanging low, before he brought it back up, looking at me once again. "I didn't mean to hurt you the way I did Y|N..." He said again as his words sorta trailed of, like he was trying to figure out what to say next and believe me when I say, I wish he didn't say what he eventually did.

"I just wish you had found out about me and Becky from me, and not from the internet."

Oh god

So it is something between him and her...

Is that why he hasn't called me babe or baby like he mostly always have done?

Is he about to confess his love for her to me?

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"The Lunatic's Captive" Ch. 1 (Dean Ambrose X Reader)

Pairing: Dean Ambrose X Reader Summary: When Dean Ambrose snaps and puts a beat down on his two Shield brothers—Roman Reigns, and Y/N's older brother, Seth Rollins—Y/N is appalled and heartbroken. Dean, the man she'd come to love, was not the man she thought he was. She had only seen the kind of hatred Dean had exhibited, during her childhood. Her and Seth's father had been a monster—abusing the both of them. Physically and emotionally. It was a miracle they'd both survived it.

Y/N could not go through it again. When Dean gives her a heated and rather steamy kiss, and stalks away, she thought he was done with the Shield, the WWE—and her. And so did Dean. Until the night Y/N is brutally attacked and left for dead. When Dean comes to her rescue and whisks her away against her will, a secret she'd been keeping from him is no longer able to stay hidden.

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Dean plans to leave everything behind when his past threatens to destroy his future. Indulging himself one last time with a goodbye kiss to Y/N's mouth, he storms away from her and out of the arena. While getting his things together, he receives an anonymous phone call.

“Pretty girl you had back at the arena. Hope you both enjoyed that kiss. Gonna be her last.”

By the time he finds her, Y/N is nearly at death's door. With no time to think, and no time to plan, Dean has no choice but to kidnap her himself—for her own good, and nurse her back to health.

And then? The monsters who are threatening her life her are going to pay. 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. Chapter Content & Trigger Warnings: Some sensuality

Chapter 1

You sat on the sofa in your dressing room watching the end of RAW, your breath coming and going in shallow respirations. Your arms were wrapped around your torso, locked in place. Noticing you were rocking slightly from side to side, you stilled yourself; desperate to not resort to old childhood habits. You shook your head, rose to your feet and proceeded to pace across your dressing room. Lord, it's so cold, you thought, rubbing your hands together, trying desperately to warm them up. You couldn't put an exact name on what it was you were feeling—you were feeling so many things at once—but none of those feelings were good.

Although you had started out ecstatic as you watched your older brother and Dean Ambrose hold up the WWE Tag Team Titles in celebration of their victory, that happiness quickly got shot down when Dean kicked Seth in the gut and then hit Dirty Deeds on him.

And then Dean, the man you loved with all your heart, proceeded to beat the devil out of your brother.

You glanced over at the television again and saw Roman running to the ring. You exhaled sharply, and some of your raw nerves dissipated. Ro will take care of this—he is the peacekeeper. He will talk some sense into Dean and everything will be ok- Your thoughts were cut short as you watched Dean throw a hard right hook at Roman's head.

“What is wrong with him,” you thought out loud. Your panicked breathing returned with a vengeance. “This isn't part of the story line! It's not even close!”

You felt an almost unbearable urge to run down to the ring. The script had been tossed out the window obviously. What would it hurt, you wondered. I might be able to get Dean to calm down, to think about what he is doing. Even as you thought the ridiculous plan through, your hand absent-mindedly drifted down to your slightly rounded stomach and remained there, giving it a loving pat. “No, I can't. I can't take a chance on something happening. Seth and Ro will have to handle this.” You felt guilty for not even attempting to help your brother and close friend, but you could not risk the welfare of the little life growing inside you.

You turned off the television, unable to watch any more. You sat down again trying to think of a risk-free way to help Seth and Roman.

“I could wait on Dean in their dressing room and talk to him there. He will have calmed enough by then, surely,” you muttered to yourself. “I just can't... I can't not do something.”

Your mind made up, you rose from the sofa again, left your dressing room and headed straight for Dean's. Your mind raced all over the place as you stalked down the hallway and turned the corner. You passed a couple more doors before you reached the one that had “The Shield'' taped across it. Not bothering to knock, you walked in and immediately noticed that something wasn't right. You could see a few of Seth's things and some of Roman's things tossed carelessly around the room. Which was the normal part. The guys tended to do that during a show, and then would scramble about packing up their stuff in a hurry to get on the road or to the hotel they were staying at.

But what caught your eye was that in one corner of the room, a rolling suitcase stood with Dean's jacket neatly folded and draped over it. None of his things were out of place.

And that... That was the weird part.

Dean was the messiest one out of the Shield. He was always the first to throw his stuff around and the last to tidy up.

“He's ready to get out of here in a hurry,” you realized out loud. You sighed and rubbed at your temples. What is going on with him, you wondered. How long has he been planning this?

You thought back to a few months prior. Dean had become different. Quieter. He seemed worried about something. He wasn't the fun-loving Dean you knew him to be anymore. When you confronted him with it at your house one night, he wouldn't talk about it. Instead, he clammed up. Then at your persistence, he'd grown frustrated and latched onto your arms. You had a brief moment of fear before his mouth crashed against yours. And then you were experiencing heaven on earth. You never got him to talk about what was bothering him. You'd both been too busy ripping at each other's clothing and stumbling toward your bed.

Despite your no-sex-before-marriage rule–due to your Christian beliefs–you found yourself giving in to the long pent up urge to give yourself to Dean completely. You knew you’d feel guilty come morning and feel the conviction to ask the Lord to forgive you of your weakness, but you just couldn’t help yourself.

You were happy then, despite what you’d done. Maybe, just maybe, that's why Dean has been so distant and moody, you thought. He has feelings for me and didn't know how to act on them. Probably because of Seth.

Yes, you were happy. At least you were until the proverbial morning after.

You woke that morning to bright sunlight filtering through your windows. As you turned on your side to avoid said offensive daylight, you found that Dean was lying beside you still, awake—seemingly deep in thought. You leaned over to kiss him, but he pulled away from you. He quickly sat up, then got out of the bed, and wordlessly began yanking on his clothes that were scattered about the floor of your bedroom.

“Dean, what is it,” you'd asked, sitting up in the bed and holding the sheet up over your chest to hide yourself. Why you bothered, you weren't sure. It was just still so surreal to realize that you and Dean had spent the entire night making love. “What's wrong?” You were dreading his reply. It wasn't going to be good. At all. You could feel it.

“This was a mistake,” he drawled, his back turned to you. His voice seemed even more gravelly so early in the morning.

Your breath whooshed out of you. That's what you were afraid of. But you had to preserve your friendship.

“I know,” you said softly.

And it was–truthfully. The Lord frowned on premarital sex. But you couldn’t help what you’d done–at least you felt like you couldn’t help it. Although you were reminded of the scripture in the Bible that says, “God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be able to bear it.”

You loved Dean. But what you’d done was not Godly.

Sighing, you stood with the sheet wrapped around you, and forced a false brightness to your voice. “Let's just pretend it didn't happen. You go on ahead and go do what you have to do to get ready for the next show. Pack or whatever. I will catch up with you and Seth and Ro later.”

And then you had moved past him without sparing him a glance, and entered your bathroom, clicking the door shut behind you. You'd gotten in the shower and silently cried your eyes out until the water ran cold, asking the Lord to forgive you for what you had done. Instantly, you felt more at peace. You knew that the Lord would handle the situation and take care of it from there.

But four months later, here you were. Still not knowing what was wrong with Dean. Pregnant with his child. You had no idea how to tell him. Will he get even angrier? Will he get violent with me? Normally, you would have rolled your eyes at such a question. But, after what you just witnessed, you had to wonder. Not to mention the abusive childhood you and Seth suffered. You couldn't handle going through any of it again.

“Y/N... What'cha doin' in here?”

With a sharp gasp, you spun around; saw Dean watching you. Noticed how he kept stepping closer to you. He was shirtless and sweaty and the sight was beautiful. You inched backward as he continued to advance on you. The way he moved, paced and stalked reminded you of your father even though it was hard to imagine Dean hurting you. “I-I... I want to know...” You took a deep breath and stepped back once more—bumped into the wall behind you. Dean followed you, staring intently at your face. And then he had you caged against the wall with his muscled arms.

“What, Y/N?” He demanded softly. His blue eyes bored into yours; held your gaze captive.

“Why... Why are you doing this? Why are you angry at Seth and Roman? At me?” The questions flooded from your mouth and you couldn't stop them. “What did we do-”

You got no further because his mouth was on yours. Once again. He drove his tongue past your lips, with no care to whether you wanted the kiss, or not.

But of course you did.

He growled low in his throat as he kissed you and pressed you further into the wall behind you. You couldn't stop him. Not even if you wanted to. You whimpered into his mouth, then moaned. Your arms moved upward to wrap around his neck as he took hold of your waist—tugged you closer against him. He whispered a curse against your mouth and snagged both your wrists with one of his large hands, pinning them to the wall above your head. “What did you do?” His raspy voice taunted. “You went and made me want you so bad you're all I can think about. It's agony. I can't stand it!” His lips traveled down your neck as you struggled to free your hands—not in fear, but in the desire to touch him as well. But he had a death grip on your wrists. You weren't going anywhere. His free hand went around your throat, but didn't squeeze. He just held you in place while his mouth assaulted yours. Not that you minded, of course.

“Dean...” you panted his name in between his bruising kisses. “Dean, please...”

“What is it, Y/N?” His thumb stroked lightly over your pulse. You couldn't stop the shudder that rippled through your body. Then his fingers brushed over your swollen lips. “Ya want more?”

“I-I…It’s complicated, Dean. I do, but I can’t. I won’t.”

He grinned and his beyond sexy dimples appeared in his cheeks despite the full beard he had grown out. He moved his face closer to yours. “And why not?”

Tears burned your eyes, because he was mocking you. You could see it on his face, in his demeanor. You sobbed, humiliated and helpless. You loved him, despite his cruelty. “You know why. It goes against my beliefs. You were right, that night was a mistake. I hurt God. Never will I make love again before marriage.”

If you didn't know any better, you thought you could see his gaze light up in surprise—just a fraction. He quickly recovered however, and smirked at you. He kept your hands pinned above your head as he leaned down, nibbled at your neck. “You sure about that, Kitten?” His hand tightened around your throat just a bit. “Who do you belong to?” You gasped at his persistence. You thought despite his rough-around-the-edges personality, that he’d understand. A soft sob passed your lips and your body attempted to cringe away from his. Dean groaned in your ear, a tortured sound. “Tell me. Now.”

“You,” you panted nervously, struggling to keep your gaze on his. “I belong to you.”

Surprise did register on his face then. He didn't, or couldn't hide it. He evidently wasn’t expecting you to admit it.

“What the-” He was clearly baffled. The grip he had on your wrists slipped a tiny bit.

“I love you, Dean,” you whispered. A tear finally spilled down your cheek. “I love you, so much.”

The light left his eyes. His face went blank. He released you and stepped away. “You don't even know me, Y/N.”

“Yes, I do,” you protested. You approached him again—touched his arm tenderly. “There is so much more to you than...” You motioned with your head in the direction of the ring. “Than that. I've seen it. You've shown me-”

“NO!!”

His roar startled you. Very much. You stumbled back away from him, collided into the front panel of the sofa arm.

“How can you say that,” he demanded. “I haven't shown you anything but a really good-”He cut himself off, apparently not wishing to hurt you any further.

He reached out in his frustration and flipped the little end table next to the couch. The lamp went crashing to the floor, right in front of your feet.

“You stupid little brat!!”

You could hear your father's voice clear as a bell.

“If you break one more thing in this house, I will kill you!”

You could feel the sting of his slap next.

“Daddy... No...” you sobbed. Your legs buckled, and you slid down to the floor; hugged your knees. Rocked forward and backward. “Please, don't hurt me, Daddy...”

You didn't see Dean's wide, shocked eyes. Didn't see him back up as if he'd been struck himself. Didn't hear him utter a soft: “No. No...” And you didn't see him turn, grab his suitcase and jacket, and leave; hurrying away from you and the fear he'd triggered.

You had no idea how much time had passed. It could have been only minutes. It could have been an hour. You became aware of the sound of glass crunching under feet. Male voices cursing up a storm. Warm hands on your face, gently tapping your cheeks.

“Baby girl... Come on. Snap out of it.”

Ro, you thought, your mind still a little hazy.

“What's wrong with her? Why does she keep saying “Daddy” over and over?”

“Our dad was abusive,” came Seth's voice next. He sounded uncomfortable as he explained your pasts to Roman. “She's having a flashback. Kiddo? Y/N? You're okay, I promise. You're safe. The old man can't hurt you anymore. He's dead. Remember, honey?”

Slowly, you came back to yourself and saw Seth and Roman crouched down in front of you, concern etched across their faces.

“Did he hit you,” Seth demanded, tilting your chin up with his hand. “Did Ambrose put his hands on you?”

You shook your head, still in a daze somewhat. “No.” Not like you're thinking, anyway. You let the two men help you to your feet and leaned into Seth a moment, trying to gain control over your shaky legs. “No, he just got angry. Flipped that table,” you said, indicating the overturned end-table and broken lamp. “The lamp shattered, and brought back an old memory. That's all.”

“That's all?” Roman spoke up next. “That sounds pretty violent to me. Considering you're-”

“What? A woman,” you teased, cutting him off in fear that he was about to let news of your pregnancy slip out by accident.

“Well, yeah,” Roman replied, his onyx-colored eyes flashing. Obviously, it was going to take more than your feeble attempt at a joke to get him to lighten up. “That and the fact that you are so much smaller than any of us. He had to know better.”

“Are you guys okay?” You reached up and turned Seth's face to get a better look at the black eye he was sporting. You noted Romans split lip.

“We're fine,” Seth replied, pulling you into a hug. “Just glad you're okay.”

You nodded. “I'm going to go get my stuff together and get home,” you said, grateful that the show had been in your hometown that night. After the evening you'd had, you needed a night's sleep in your own bed. “I'll see you guys in Atlanta.”

“Let me walk you back to your dressing room,” Roman suggested. Only you had a feeling it wasn't really a mere suggestion. “Just in case, okay?”

You nodded, and allowed him to lead you out into the hallway. You'd walked almost half the distance before Roman spoke again. “The baby okay? Dean really didn't hurt you?”

You glanced around, making sure no one was within ear shot. Roman was the only person you'd told about the baby. Well, except for the McMahons and Hunter. You had no choice but to tell them so you wouldn't be put in any matches. They had all helped come up with the fake “weight-lifting/back injury” off screen, so that nobody would suspect anything more than that. You knew you'd have to divulge the info to everyone sooner or later, but you were opting for later.

“He didn't hurt me—physically,” you replied softly. You left out the fact that you had started to wonder if he would however. “Don't worry, Ro. I'm fine. The baby is fine.”

You'd reached your dressing room door then, and you both saw Stephanie McMahon hurrying in your direction. “There you are,” she exclaimed. “Are you okay,” she asked Roman. “Where's Seth?” Her gaze shifted over to you then. “Are you okay?” She quietened her voice considerably. “The baby?”

You nodded.

“I think we are all okay,” Roman replied. “Obviously, me and Seth have some unfinished business with Ambrose, though.”

Stephanie looked absolutely stressed. And that was very unusual. She was usually the one who kept a level head through anything. “And I'm afraid it's going to remain unfinished.”

“What?”

You and Roman spoke at the same time.

“Dean came by my office a few minutes ago. I thought he wanted to discuss his new contract. But he said he was done. That's it—he said nothing else. He turned around and left. I have no choice but to accept that as his resignation.”

Your mind went blank then. You couldn't imagine the WWE without Dean Ambrose. You couldn't imagine showing up to work with your baby, and his or her father not being there too.

“I-I have to get going,” you said. “I need to get some sleep after this night.”

“Let us know if you need anything,” Roman said, pulling you into a quick hug. “We are only a phone call away.”

“That goes for Hunter and I as well,” Stephanie told you, patting your shoulder. “If there is anything we can do to help, just say the word.”

You gave them each a small smile. “You have already helped me so much. Creating an injury angle for me, and keeping this a secret until I can get the courage to tell Dean and Seth. Thank you both so much.” Giving them one last smile you stepped into your dressing room to finish packing up your things. A few minutes later, you reemerged, eager to get home and get some sleep. Thankfully, Roman and Stephanie were gone and the hallway was empty. You didn't want to talk to anyone. You just wanted to get to your car and drive home.

Hurrying out to your car, you got inside and headed for the freeway.

So preoccupied with your stress were you, that you didn't notice the black van tailing you from a short distance—following every lane change you made.

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Dean stalked across his bedroom, grabbing things to pack and not even paying much attention to what it was he was placing in the suitcase.

He was angry. Angry at himself. For hurting his brothers. Hurting Y/N.

At just the thought of her, he roared and drove his fist into the wall nearest him, leaving a huge crater in the plaster. How could I do that to her, he wondered. Scare her like that? He had always suspected that she and Seth had endured some kind of childhood abuse, but Y/N's reaction to him flipping that table cinched it.

Dean gritted his teeth at recalling how she crumpled to the floor, hugging herself, literally begging “Daddy” to not hurt her. He didn't know who her father was, but if he ever met him face-to-face he would gladly beat down the subhuman piece of garbage—no hesitation. “Fat chance I'd ever meet him, but if I do, I'll kill him.”

He threw some more clothes into the suitcase along with a pair of black military boots and zipped the luggage closed. Then he gave a long, purposeful stare at the SIG Sauer laying next to his jacket on the bed. With only a slight hesitation, he picked the pistol up and put it in the shoulder holster he'd tugged on moments before. He'd just slid his jacket on to conceal the gun and holster when his cell phone rang.

“Yeah.” His answer was curt and not welcoming at all.

“Pretty girl you had back at the arena, Mox.”

And just like that his blood ran cold. He knew exactly who he was talking to. He couldn't let them know they'd just rattled him. He attempted a nonchalant reply. “The name's Ambrose. What do you want?”

“UDM wants you back, Moxley. You've made quite the career for yourself with your little fake fighter friends and the ridiculous sheep you call fans, but it's time you come back home. You made us a lot of money back in the day. You're gonna do it again.”

“No way,” Dean shot back. “I've been done with you for years. I ain't goin' back. EVER.”

“I'll tell you who's done, if you don't get back here. That pretty little tramp you had your hands all over back in your dressing room.”

“Touch her and you're dead.”

“Hope you both enjoyed that kiss. Gonna be her last, Moxley.”

The line clicked.

WIth a roared curse, Dean snatched up the back pack that held his firearms and ammo, and then hauled his suitcase off the bed.

Only a matter of seconds later, he was in his SUV and peeling out of his driveway.

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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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jxtina-86 · 11 months

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Temporary Escape - Part 5

No messing around, let's get back to it shall we? You can find all previous parts here.

Warning: Language & smut. It's a flippin' lemon-fest.

Rating: MA

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

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“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.”

I chew my lip for a second and Seth catches my eye. He leans closer, soft kisses up to my ear where he whispers: “Tell me.”

I whisper back, my cheeks flushing as he pulls back and stares down at me. “You sure?”

I hesitate for a second, but the thought, the idea, the vision in my head is overwhelming. I’ve had a taste of what they can offer me and that feeling of all three getting me off simultaneously was an incredible high and I need more. I need the next level. “Yes.”

“All of three of us?” Seth clarifies for the benefit of the other two. “At once?”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dean’s face frown for a second and then his eyes widen slightly. “Seriously? Maddy, fuck…”

I know what Seth is packing. And I can certainly feel what Roman and Dean are too and yet I’m still on board, the vision forming in hi-def in my mind. My thighs tense, a move that doesn’t go unnoticed.

“What are you thinking?” I hear Roman breathe against my ear, his hands running over my back, down to my hips and ass. My eyes flutter closed and take a deep breath.

“Seth’s behind me… I’m on top of you and Dean is…” I open my eyes and meet Dean’s gaze. I don’t even have to say the words.

“Oh sweetheart, you’ve got no idea how fucking hard that gets me.”

“Same,” murmurs Roman, pressing himself firmly into my ass cheeks. “Baby girl, you’re gonna get it good.”

Seth cups my chin and pulls my gaze back to him. “Maddy…”

I bite my lip as I stifle a grin. "Not like we haven't done that before." Out of the corner of my eye, I see Dean raise an eyebrow. "Just... go slow."

I watch Seth give the other two a look before he nods at me. “Slow.” He dips his head down and kisses me, fingers gently digging into my jaw as he holds my face.

“Real slow,” Roman murmurs, his hands still palming my ass.

“Slow and relaxed,” Dean agrees and I feel his hand sliding into mine, long fingers entwining with mine as he pulls my palm to his crotch once again.

I let my hand explore, feeling through his shorts the outline of his dick and my mouth waters. Behind me, Roman is grinding against my ass, his length obvious and I can feel the heat pooling in my stomach once again as I think of him inside me. And then Seth finds my free hand; he only has to hint and I’m sliding it between skin and material into his underwear. He groans into my mouth as I fist his dick, my thumb pausing to slide over the tip for a second and I feel him shiver against me.

Dean is slowly edging my hand up to the waistband of his shorts. I feel my fingers twitch, nervous, suddenly unsure of myself.

“I don’t bite.”

I open my eyes, my mouth twisting away from Seth to see Dean smirking. Leaving my hand on the waistband of his shorts, he finally unzips and removes his hoodie and then holding my gaze, he pushes his shorts down too. Seth is breathing heavily against my cheek as I continue to pump his length and I take the opportunity to lower my gaze and see what I’ve signed up for. I bite my lip as I let my hand slide down to the base and then I look back up, watching Dean’s face as I trail a finger slowly up the length to the tip, smiling as it twitches at my touch. Dean mock-scowls at me and then grins, taking my hand and placing it firmly around his dick, moving it at his preferred pace.

The air is briefly cool behind me and there’s a rustle of material and then I can feel Roman’s bare dick prodding at my ass cheek. I drop my hand from Dean, eager to explore Roman’s length.

“Not yet,” Roman whispers and there’s something in the bass in his voice that I can’t disobey. My hand returns to this previous place, making Dean groan as I grip the base of his dick and run my thumb over his balls. “Good girl.”

Fuck, did he just say that?

Seth’s head pops up and he turns my head to him. “Such a good girl,” he agrees and I feel myself melting.

“So fuckin’ good,” Dean agrees, licking his lips as he cocks his head to one side and eyes me hungrily. I watch Seth’s eyes flicker towards Dean and then behind me at Roman, giving each a small nod.

“Let them take care of you,” Seth tells me. “I’ll be back.”

He slips from me, heading towards the bathroom but within a split second of his departure, I’m maneuvered between Roman and Dean, the former towering in front of me, the latter behind me. Roman bends down to kiss me, his hands cupping my face for a second before running over my shoulders and down my arms.

Lacing my fingers of one hand between his, he pulls his hand between our bodies and I finally get to run my hand over his length. He pulls away for a second as my hand tightens and I flick my thumb over the head, his forehead pressing against mine as he steadies his breath.

“Who gets to taste you first?” Dean’s voice makes me jump and he stifles a laugh, hands on my hips at first before they slowly edge further south towards my inner thighs.

“I… I need both of you,” I confess breathlessly.

Roman smirks. “Oh baby girl, trust me we both will.”

“Need you relaxed remember?” Dean’s mouth tugs at my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine. “Need you to cum again…”

“And again…”

“We wanna hear you make those breathy moans that Seth was talking about,” Dean adds, his hands dragging up over my body to my breasts, cupping and squeezing them resulting in my breath hitching. “Beautiful…”

“Me or Dean?” Roman cups my face, his eyebrows raised in question.

“You,” I exhale watching as he licks his lips and starts to kiss his way down my body. He looks up at me when he reaches my stomach, smirking as he nudges my legs further apart to accommodate his wide shoulders. He manoeuvres me effortlessly, one leg hitched over his back as he breathes against my inner thigh.

Another pair of hands slide over me and I realise Seth is back. Out of the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of the bottle lube in his hand. Dean cups my face, bringing my attention back to him, his thumb stroking my cheek. His eyes briefly flicker to Seth before they return to me.

“Breathe,” he whispers as I feel Seth’s fingers, start to lightly trace over my ass. Between my legs, I can feel Roman’s mouth edging closer and closer, soft kisses, gentle and barely there. The anticipation is almost unbearable and I can’t help but drop my hand to Roman’s head, my fingers burying in the thickness of his hair as I urge him to reach his destination sooner rather than later. He slows even more and I groan in frustration.

“Sssh,” Seth says as his fingers follow the curve of my ass and start their dance across the backs of my thighs. “We’ll get you there, promise.”

“Please…” I whine, my head rolling back, my hips jutting forward as I verbally and physically plead with them all.

“Can’t rush it,” Dean tells me, his voice low, commanding. “None of us want to hurt you. We wanna treat like you like a fuckin’ Queen.”

I’m just about to bite back when I feel the tip of Seth’s finger, gentle but persistent pressing against my tight entrance. At the same time, Roman’s mouth finally connects with my clit and my body arches at the joint exploration as Dean’s hand cups the back of my neck and captures my mouth.

Seth’s finger starts to enter me and once again, almost simultaneously I feel Roman’s now familiar finger slide into my pussy. I pull away from Dean’s mouth in a gasp, his mouth trailing over my jawline. His hand slides from my neck to cradle my jaw as he licks his lips.

“Feel good?” he asks, his eyes searching my face for a response. I nod, just as Seth’s finger slips further inside me; between him and Roman, it’s a taster of what to expect but at the same time I know it's nothing compared to what I've ultimately requested.

“More?” Seth asks, his teeth grazing my earlobe.

“Yes…”

“Relax,” Dean holds my gaze, his thumb rubbing my bottom lip as I let out a soft whimper. “God, you look fucking stunning,” he murmurs and I feel myself blush. His lips twitch. “All of this and that's what's makes you blush, huh?”

I can't think of a retort, my breath hitching as I feel Roman’s tongue swirl across my clit at the same time that Seth twists his finger slowly in my ass. Dean grins, his thumb still on my lip. “Still feel good?”

I nod and I feel Seth move behind me. Roman’s hand squeezes my thigh, easing back slightly, his hot breath on my clit making me moan at the momentary change of sensation and then his tongue is flat against me, two of his fingers sliding into me. My eyes close and I feel my chest tighten as I feel a renewed pressure as Seth starts to ease a second finger inside me as well. Sensing my tension, Dean’s mouth finds mine for a brief second before he tilts my head back and Seth claims my mouth instead. He’s warm and familiar, his kiss breathtakingly tender as if this is a romantic interaction between the two of us, rather than foreplay to the most perverse sexual experience of my life.

“Dean’s right,” he whispers against my lips, as I let out ragged breaths. “You look so fuckin’ amazing. I didn’t realise how hot it would be to make you cum like that in front of other people but damn…” His voice trails off as he kisses me again, hard at first until I moan and then he softens, drawing a soft mewl from me in return.

“These sounds you make are killin’ me,” I hear Dean murmur against my throat and I can feel fingers dancing lightly over my collarbone, light touches to the side of my neck, a hand cupping my breast, a thumb flicking over the nipple. My back arches towards him, wanting more and as I do, my hips thrust forward into Roman’s face and his response is a growl that vibrates across my clit and sends me closer to the edge.

“That’s it,” Seth encourages, his fingers sliding in and out of my ass with more ease.

I'm reminded of the first time we did this, just him and me. The trust I placed in him was great yet fragile and he knew it. He was careful, slow and gentle, just as he had promised and that alone was enough to make me cum hard. It had solidified him as one of the best I’d ever had in bed, purely on his attitude alone and now here he was, doing the same in front of two other men who appear to be as equally dedicated to my needs and wants and nothing else.

My thigh starts to tense in Roman’s large hand and I feel him grip me tighter, his tongue and fingers working in unison. Dean’s tongue flicks over my nipple and I clutch at the back of his head, holding him firm.

“Take it,” Seth tells me. “Go on… Good girl…”

The words seem to echo against the sound of blood rushing in my ears. My back arches, my fist in Roman’s hair tight as I hold him to me and this time, the fingers inside me continue their pace and it’s all I need for my second orgasm to pull me under. My breath catches in my throat for a second and then releases in a whimper, building to a moan that Seth swallows as he claims my mouth.

Hands slide up and down my body, caressing every inch as I desperately try to steady myself, the lightheaded sensation caused by my eternal state of arousal completely overwhelming. Seth releases my mouth and I open my eyes to see Roman towering above me. He grins at my apparent puzzlement, his eyes flicking south for a second.

“I…” I stammer. “It’s… Too… Much,” I end in a hiss as Dean’s hands spread over my thighs in a comparatively innocent touch, yet the heat generated from his touch and my skin is enough to make my whole body jerk in response.

“Sensitive huh?” I hear and feel him murmur against my leg as he places a trail of soft kisses up to my hip.

Seth’s fingers are still moving inside me, have never stopped and I’m on the edge already. One kiss, one flick of a tongue, one finger is going to send me over in a split second and I want more than that.

“Oh baby girl,” Roman trails a finger down my jawline. “Got you good huh?”

I can’t even speak as I feel Dean’s hands spreading up over my hips, my waist. His mouth presses hot, wet kisses to my stomach. Roman’s large hands cup my breasts, his thumb and forefinger tugging at my nipples, bringing them even further to attention. I hiss and grapple with the overstimulation of my entire body. And yet I still can’t get enough.

My hand slides into Dean’s hair, anchoring him to me with all my strength. “Soft,” I whisper hoarsely.

“My pleasure.” I feel his mouth twisting into a grin as slowly, painfully slowly, he slides back down my body. My hand follows his head, but I'm immediately stopped. Roman’s fingers slide through mine as he re-directs my hand to his own body. My other hand is caught too, Seth tugging it to him.

Dean’s hands slide over my ass, gripping me firmly and opening me up to Seth’s ministrations which feel deeper with every stroke and I’m here for it. My initial hesitation is long forgotten and I’m starting to grind back, encouraging more and more. The flickers of embarrassment at my nakedness, my fantasy, my wants and needs are long gone and I’m here for it, unashamed in my desire for all three of them.

Roman’s hand is firm over mine to begin with, but his grip loosens as mine remains steady, my fist sliding over his dick as he breathes heavily against my cheek. Behind me, I cup Seth’s balls briefly and smirk to myself as I hear him curse under his breath. I relent and grip his length instead. His own hand slides up to curl into my hair, pulling my head back to kiss him, tugging my bottom lip gently as he releases me and Roman grips my chin and kisses me instead.

I can feel Dean’s warm breath on my clit and then his mouth, soft, tender. His slow, languid movements make me sigh softly into Seth’s mouth as he and Roman pass me back and forth between them. I can feel my body starting to crumble again, my hands faltering in their actions. Large hands cover mine, continuing the firm strokes as my mouth slips from another in a gasp. Dean’s mouth and tongue move to my thigh and I groan as I feel his fingers inside me instead and his thumb on my clit. His actions are soft still, a gentle build that surprises me at first but then I recognise it as a honed skill, full of patience, determination and immense knowledge of women. My head starts to spin and I swear I can feel Dean grinning against my thigh, feel his eyes on me as he brings me closer and closer to climax.

Seth’s fingers twist inside me and I’m gone. A guttural howl leaves me and my hands slip to grip elsewhere: hips, thighs, stomachs, arms. Anywhere to hold on as my legs start to give way and they each have to fight to keep me steady as my body collapses. I feel myself sliding and then there are arms holding me up, a thick, solid body, my arms and legs wrapping around whoever it is, my head on a shoulder, breathing heavily as the tingling in my toes and fingers ebbs away slowly.

Sheets rustle as I’m placed on the bed, my eyes still closed. I don’t dare open them; my head is pounding from the intensity of another orgasm and I feel like I’m still floating even though the firm mattress is clearly beneath me. Fingers graze my sides and I realise it’s Seth above me, his lips ghosting over mine.

“Do you still want this?” he asks, still seeking my permission despite the rasp in his voice that only emerges when he’s rock hard and ready to fuck me into the mattress.

Even with my eyes still closed I can feel the gaze of both Dean and Roman as they await my answer.

I nod, but Seth pushes further: ‘Say it. I need to hear you,” he tells me. “We all need to hear it.”

I feel my voice stick in my throat as nerves shoot through me and there’s a faint whisper of self-doubt. Part of me wonders what would happen if I changed my mind. What has already occurred has crossed so many lines and boundaries so what harm does reaching the pinnacle of my fantasy do? But what I’m asking for crosses into even further unknown territory. My part so far has been fairly passive, but the next sees me as a far more active participant and even though Seth is still willing, part of me wonders how he will feel when the deed is done and there is no way back.

But the whisper is drowned out by a louder voice. A voice driven by lust and curiosity, who dreamt this fantasy, who said yes multiple times already, who allowed me to be stripped naked and pleasured not once, not twice, but thrice by separate men, who sneaked looks at parts of their bodies that could not be unseen and who is pushing me to say yes once again and reach what undoubtedly could be an even more spectacular climax from three men at once.

“Yes,” I whisper, before wetting my lips and with more confidence: “Yes.”

Seth’s hand tangles in my hair as he kisses me, gently easing me into an upright position. I feel the mattress dip next to us and another pair of hands start to caress my hips. Roman pulls me from Seth, twisting me with minimal effort, pulling my legs over his. A large hand cups my cheek, fingers stroking my hair back.

“Look at me,” I hear Roman murmur and I feel compelled to finally open my eyes. He looks up at me, a soft smile on his face as he continues to push my hair back behind my ears. My own hands reach out tentatively to settle on his chest, my fingertips lightly tracing his tattoo and I feel a flicker of pride as he visibly shivers at the touch. Still cupping my face with one hand, I feel the other glide over my back, heading south to squeeze my ass, shifting my position slightly until I gasp. His dick is hot and hard and close to my entrance.

Behind me, the bed dips once again and then Seth’s hands on my back and his mouth on my neck. Just in my peripheral, I can see Dean, his hand on his dick, easing up and down and I let out a soft moan at the thought of what’s to come.

Roman’s hand slips from my face, down my chest, squeezing my breast for a brief moment before he grips my hip, his other hand on my ass still as he slowly raises my body. Instinctively I reach down, my hand gripping his length and he groans as I guide him inside of me.

“Fuck…” I exhale as his length starts to fill me. My head rolls back and I feel oddly comforted to rest it on Seth’s shoulder as his hands ghost over my shoulders and trail up and down my upper arms sending shivers down my spine.

I chance a look down and a grin claims my face as I see Roman’s eyes are closed, his face tense with pleasure as our bodies, inch by inch, meet at the hilt. His hands are gripping me hard, fingers digging into my flesh as we steady ourselves and then I test the waters and start to move my hips. A low groan leaves his lips and my grin widens as I feel his hands tighten on my hips.

Seth’s hands cup my breasts, his teeth nipping at my neck as I ride Roman with more conviction. My back arches slightly at Seth’s touch and Roman’s eyes flash open at the change in my stance. A smile plays on his lips and his own hands relinquish their grip on my hips, caressing my hot skin instead and letting me control the pace. I let my own hand reach back to Seth, gripping his head as I twist to kiss him. It’s another hard, yet tender interaction, his hand in my hair, mine in his, holding, pulling, moaning into each other’s mouth.

And then he pulls back and nudges me forward.

Roman cups my face as I come closer to him. “Breathe,” he whispers.

I let go of a shaky breath as Seth’s fingers slide into me and my body almost starts to spasm at the fullness. Roman’s hands drop to my waist, gripping tightly as he stills my movements. Seth’s hand presses on my lower back and for a moment time seems to stand still as the fingers inside me leave and slowly, ever so slowly I feel the tip of his dick ease inside me.

My eyes squeeze shut and I feel like I’m about to break. Roman’s fingers are digging into my flesh as he desperately tries to keep me still, but I half-wonder if the intensity of the sensation is nearing the same level that I’m feeling and whether his grip is an indication of him trying to control himself.

I hear Seth groan and I chance a look over my shoulder. His eyes are staring south, watching his own cock disappear inside me but he soon senses my gaze and he looks up, lust-fuelled eyes meeting mine.

“You okay?” he rasps, pausing for a second as he waits for me to respond. I nod. My body is stretching to accommodate him and Roman and whilst there are brief twinges of discomfort, they are lightened by an overwhelming wave of thrilling pleasure as my fantasy comes true.

Seth’s hands move to hips, sitting just beneath Roman’s firm grasp and then… “Oh fuck,” I hear myself moan as they move in and out of me in alternate strokes. My fingernails dig into Roman’s chest as I find myself completely at their mercy, their strength to manoeuvre my body deliciously powerful. My head drops forward, my eyes closed as I let them take control and I willingly submit to the heat starting to flood through me once again.

Fingers brush my hair behind my ear, stroke my cheek, slip under my chin and gently raise my head. Dean stares down at me as he kneels beside the three of us and I let a whimper escape me as he raises an eyebrow in question at me, his gaze dropping to his crotch for a second and then back to me. I nod and Dean can’t seem to help the wide grin that spreads across his face as his hands reach to scoop my hair back, holding it loosely in his fist. I reach for his thigh, my palm running over the thick muscle before my fingers circle the base of his length. My eyes flicker down and I take in the sight of his dick inches from me and then I grip him, my gaze turning up to his face as I work my hand up and down in slow but firm strokes. His head rolls back, a quiet groan slipping from his lips. He gently tugs on my hair in response and I retaliate by blowing a gentle stream of cool air across the tip of his dick, causing him to curse loudly.

“Tease,” he growls and despite of the intense eroticism of the circumstances, I let out a laugh. A laugh that causes all three of them to groan as my pussy and ass contract around Roman and Seth, whilst teasing Dean even more. And then I take the tip of Dean’s dick into my mouth and there’s another echo of groans, mixed with fucks and holy shits as my request for all three of them is finally complete.

I let his cock slip from my mouth with a soft pop, my hand continuing to fist his length as I look up at him. He meets my gaze with a smirk and I can feel his fist in my hair gently nudge me back towards him and I let him, half-a-thought on how the same willingness to relinquish control drives Seth fucking insane and whether it will for Dean. Holding his gaze, I take him in further this time, my eyes flickering shut for a second as I moan at the feeling of ultimate fullness.

“Shit, Maddy,” Dean groans above me and there’s also a growl from beneath me and an increased pace from behind me. The grip on my hair and my body tightens and I let my hand slip from the base of Dean's cock to his thigh, finally giving over complete control to all three of them as they hold me firm and fuck me. My body feels electric, pleasure seeping through my veins as my wishes and a dream that seemed far from reality barely an hour ago, is currently underway in full technicolour.

The tip of Dean’s dick hits the back of my throat and I squeeze his thigh in response. Even in the dizzy space my brain is currently in, I’m conscious of boundaries and this one is not one I’m willing to cross right now. He eases off immediately, the grip on my hair relaxing slightly and I cast a grateful look upwards. Dean stares down at me with a hazy look in his eyes, his mouth open slightly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Taking the opportunity of his relaxed grip on my hair, I let him slip from my mouth for a second, my hand returning to grip his length as I instead run my tongue along the underside, focusing briefly on the flesh just below the tip. A groan rumbles through him and I look up to see his head rolling back.

“Do that again.”

A jilting thrill shivers through me. His tone is more commanding than begging but it’s clear that it’s the latter disguised as the former to save face. Although at this stage, what are any of us saving face for? I oblige, finishing the move by taking the tip into my mouth completely and letting him take control once again.

Groans echo from above, behind and beneath me and with the combination of the grip on my body, it feels like it’s less about the performance between me and Dean and more about the actions elsewhere. My entire body is yet again struggling to focus on. There is a steady wave of pleasure coursing through me as Seth and Roman continue the alternate strokes in and out of me. Strokes that started slow and steady but are now increasing in their pace and decreasing in fragility.

“Ah, fuck…” I hear from beneath me and I pull my mouth away from Dean completely to look down. Roman’s head is thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut. His hands dig into my flesh as he thrusts upwards before he shudders and I feel him pulsing inside me.

“Dude…” Dean jibes with a dry laugh.

“Fuck you,” Roman replies with a ragged breath. "You're just so fuckin' wet and tight and..." he trails off. "Sorry."

I feel Seth trail a finger across my shoulder and I glance back at him. I’m acutely aware that I’ve still got Dean’s dick my hand, but Seth is only looking at me, holding my gaze. “You tell us,” he says in response to a question that is only just half-forming.

“Dean,” I whisper.

No-one needs to be told twice. I groan as I feel Seth slide out of me, Roman too. The bed shifts and I’m lifted as if weightless between them. My thighs grip Dean’s as he lays beneath me. As I did with Roman, I guide Dean inside me as his hands slip to my hips and hold me firm. The only difference this time is that Seth slides back inside with me more ease than before.

Once again, the bed beside us dips and I look over to see Roman. I glance down, almost expecting him to want the same lip service I gave Dean, but he quickly corrects me.

“Nope, I got mine,” he tells me. “Get yours, baby girl.”

“I…”

“Her washbag. The neon pink one,” Seth tells him before the words even form in my head. I look over my shoulder at him. “I know what you want.”

Fuck, he really does. As amazing as this is, I need that extra buzz, quite literally. My body is too loose at this stage, too beyond getting there through just pure fucking, even at the hands of two men. I need the extra push and god only knows how that will feel when it happens.

Roman is back before I even finish my thought and he nuzzles at my neck, pushing my hair out of the way as a hum fills the air and I groan as my vibrator glides a deliciously slow trail across my inner thigh.

“Please…” I hear myself whimper.

“We got you,” Roman replies as he finally swirls the vibrator across my clit. My body lights up in repsonse, a guttral moan leaving me as the tremors felt in my core spread through me. My head falls forward, my eyes half-closed and I see Dean looking up at me, his lips moving.

“Shit, you’re so wet…”

“And tight,” I hear Seth behind me, a hand scooping my hair up and tugging my head back gently. His mouth nips at my earlobe.

I gasp as Roman flips up the speed of the vibrations, my body arching. A hand on my breast, fingers gently pinching my nipple. Another mouth on my neck. Hands gripping me, holding me as they please. Frantic thrusts, building, faster, harder.

My eyes squeeze shut as I cum, my body spasming into stillness, shockwaves caused by a complete overwhelming of my senses ripple through me and cause my breath to exhale sharply, almost winding myself. And yet it doesn’t stop. There’s another onslaught of tremors coursing through me and my own hands are tight on arm, nails digging into flesh as I feel the familiar spasm take me once again.

Words echo around me but Seth’s voice cuts through clear.

“Maddy… Shit…”

It was his hand on my breast I realise as said hand returns to grip my waist, his hips smacking against my ass once, twice… A low groan eminates from him, his body pressing against my back, his mouth on my shoulder. I can feel him shaking and I grope to cup the back of his head as he kisses my flushed skin.

He slips from me and that’s when I realise Dean is still hard inside me. With Seth easing back from me, Dean’s hand slips to my ass cheek, seeking more leverage as he thrusts into me. I feel him tense beneath me, a shuddering “fuck” exhaling from him.

There’s silence, only punctuated by heavy breathing from all four of us.

“Are you okay?” a voice murmurs in my ear. Seth. His fingers lace through mine as Dean eases me off him.

I feel weak, my body pushed to the limits. I’m shaking as I curl into him, my head settling under his chin.

“Talk to me,” he says softly, his fingers running through my hair.

“I’m tired,” I manage to get out and I hear a soft rumble of laughter around me.

It feels odd to be cradled by one man, even if that one man is my boyfriend or lover or whatever he is. I’ve just spent the last hour, maybe even more, who knows, being passed between three of them each of them holding me in one way or another and I strangely miss their now familiar touch.

I chance a look around and see Dean and Roman pulling up their shorts and sweatpants respectively. I’m cocooned on the bed in Seth’s arms, only released momentarily when he pulls the sheets up and around us.

My eyes are heavy, my mind too. I can feel myself drifting out of consciousness. There are murmurings around me I can't quite understand, movement too. But I can't open my eyes to see and my head is unable to process any other thought apart from one.

What the fuck just happened?

And breathe...

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