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harmshake · 4 months

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Think About You

With a busy week keeping them apart, Roman and Dean are ready for the weekend...

Roman Reigns x Dean Ambrose | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut | 2,025 words

a/n: Big shout out to my super talented friend, @taydaq, for letting me use her incredible drawings in my fic! 🥵💕

Happy reading! Read my other AmbReigns/Roman stories here, if you'd like. ✨

If Roman had to hear another question about his faction, The Shield, he was going to scream.

Yet he held his composure, smiling politely as he answered the interviewer's inquiry on how they came up with their triple powerbomb finisher. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy sitting down for interviews and getting paid to simply have a conversation, yet every time the reporter asked him about his teammates, Dean and Seth, his mind lingered on Dean specifically.

On how much he missed him.

On how it'd been nearly a week since he'd last seen him.

On how he was losing his mind waiting to be with him.

Yet that was how things worked when he was The Big Dog, the World Heavyweight Champion, and face of the company. His schedule would stack interview on top of meet-and-greet on top of another interview, and steal his free time that he would rather spend with Dean who was in another state working house shows with Seth. He was grateful they at least stayed in touch on a daily, damn near hourly, basis with flirty text messages.

3 new messages from Dean ❤

I want you.

So much.

You're all I fucking think about...

Their affair was still hushed, still reserved for after-work hangouts at the bar that spilled into Roman's hotel room once he got sloshed on enough beer that he couldn't stand the sight of Dean and his tight, lithe body with clothes on—so much so that he would peel them off with caresses and kisses on his bare skin.

However, Roman didn't need liquid courage to want Dean nor did he care anymore who knew about his affection for the man. He'd gotten over it and gotten comfortable with Dean reaching for his hand to curl his fingers around his as they sat in a booth at a restaurant on the same side, Seth on the other side lightly kidding them for being the cutest odd couple he'd ever seen.

But to Roman, there was nothing odd about it and everything magical about how Dean could make his stomach flutter with his blue eyes on his for too long, with his pink lips soft on his mouth for a while, and his gruff voice on his mind for days later with the whisper of how he'd moan his name as he clung to him...

I can't wait to see you, baby. Can't wait to hold you...

Thankfully Dean felt the same way as Roman checked his iPhone 7 after the interview to see that text message from him waiting to read. He responded immediately, his big fingers typing as fast as he could on the little screen.

You have no clue how bad I want your arms around me.

Yeah, baby? How bad?

Bad enough to blow off this interview tomorrow and cum straight to you...

Roman knew that would make him chuckle and he wished he could hear it, but he didn't want the taxi driver who drove him back to his hotel to eavesdrop on their naughty conversation. Besides, it was only one more day until Saturday. One more day until he was off duty and he could be with Dean—and let him pour back into him what the draining work week took from him.

His flight landed in Dean's chilly city in the early afternoon, the Saturday traffic light and brisk as his taxi brought him to his boyfriend's hotel. The word "boyfriend" so casually lulled and filled Roman's mind that it took him a few moments to realize that's who Dean was to him. They hadn't stated as much to the other, but when Dean's face lit up with a stunning smirk as he opened his door to see him towering there with his luggage...when he yanked Roman into his arms in a tight hug with soft kisses scattered along his freckled cheeks...and when he took his bags, coat, and hand to lead him to the bed where he held him close as Roman sat on his lap, that lovely, gruff voice murmuring in his ear, "Missed you like crazy, sweetheart," Roman couldn't imagine another man on earth making him feel as adored as Dean.

And he didn't want another man to kiss him the way Dean did as he cupped his bearded chin in his hand to pull his lips onto his. His warm body under him was small compared to his bulking build, but Dean was strong as he hoisted Roman with a small grunt and settled him on the bed between his thighs.

"I missed you more," Roman breathed on his lips before he slid his large hands around his head that felt delicate in his grasp. His fingers tangled through his short, silky brown hair to hold his mouth on his for the slow, deep kiss he used to savor him, the corners of their mouths sown together as their tongues weaved together, too.

Dean's hands slid down his back to grip his ass, and his sweet, little grunt resounded in Roman's mouth to feel the thick bulge in his pants pressed to his chest. "Mmm...I can feel how much you missed me," Dean cooed. "I wanna fuckin' taste it, too..."

Now it was Roman's turn to purr a soft grunt to him when he flipped him over to fall gracefully onto his back as Dean crawled on top of him. His lips found his again, Roman's hand entwining in his locks again, and his boyfriend's hand gripping his waist before it rubbed along his abs behind his shirt.

If there was one thing Dean adored about his boyfriend was how easy it was to turn him into putty in his hands. The big man's body was all sturdy muscle, but a mere kiss on his neck and a stroke of his fingers at the seat of his pants made him supple, his body yielding to Dean as he tugged off his boxers and pushed his thighs apart.

The skin of Roman's throat was soft, too, yet rough as Dean ran his tongue along it, the stubbly patches where Roman liked to shave his goatee pricking him before he kissed it. He loved the way that made him purr once more, loved the way he shivered beneath him, opening up to him and his hands that roamed his long, luscious length of skin throbbing and lifting from his belly. So warm and so hard when Dean's fingertips grazed that flesh to make him bite his bottom lip...

"Look atcha already wet for me," Dean teased with a low voice that almost slipped into a moan to feel Roman's sexy, slippery pre-cum coat his fingers as he slowly caressed the head of his dick.

"All I've done this week is think about this...think about you..." Roman whispered when Dean kissed his jaw, his fingertips still kissing his tip before he laced his slightly rough, warm hand around him. That baritone purr in his chest made Dean hard against his thigh, too, and made him nip at his throat with a kiss to soothe it. He moved his nips and kisses south to finally taste the delicious wetness that he first licked from his hand where it dripped and then with his lips that he wrapped around his length.

"I been thinkin' about you, too...thinkin' about makin' you cum for me." Dean's lips left his shaft long enough to announce before he went back to work making his thoughts a reality. It took no time to make the huge, gorgeous man fall apart in his throat, pulsing and churning his salty, tangy pleasure down it before Dean eased back to catch his breath—and let Roman catch his as he trembled with his mighty chest heaving.

"Felt nice, didn't it, baby? God...I missed tastin' you feel good like this," Dean growled softly as he held him in his hand with twists of his wrist to gently squeeze the last white bead of his pleasure from his tip. He kept his eyes on Roman's dazed and beautiful brown ones as he flattened his tongue to him. That dazed and beautiful look on his face as he nodded with a whispery mewl made Dean's lips twitch with a grin as he slithered back up his body with kisses, peeling his shirt up with him until the man was naked.

Roman watched Dean follow suit as his clothes hit the floor along with his, admiring his slender limbs and muscles that wonderfully protruded from them as if he had never seen them. He'd never get tired of the view. He felt his heart pound, too, like it did on the evening he shared a bed with him that first night in Toronto...

The man's hands were just as agile now as they were then, using two of his drippy fingers he just slid from his mouth to slide into Roman with slow swirls to coax him into relaxing until his pretty moans filled his ears. "You ready for me, angel?" Dean asked quietly with his own moan finally slipping from his throat to feel how soft and tight his boyfriend felt around his fingers. He was ready to feel him around his thick, tan dick that he picked up with his other hand, leaning over just a bit to hover his lips over it and let a few strings of spit fall to it.

As he massaged himself with it, he let another string dribble between Roman's thighs, trickling down his taut, brown balls and over his little hole that he pressed his tip against. Roman licked his lips with a husky sigh as he uttered, "Yeah, baby, I'm ready..." for Dean to gingerly push inside him. He was a bit tight but his boyfriend had endless patience, endless kisses that he covered his mouth with as he hunched over now, pinning his thighs to his shoulders as he endlessly and steadily buried himself deeper...

...And deeper, Roman's moans bellowing just as deep as he clutched at the pillow behind his head. "How's that feel? Mmm, talk to me, darlin'..." Dean whimpered to him, his head in the clouds from his boyfriend's groans as he grounded himself in his core.

"Unhhh, fu-fuckin' good," Roman whimpered back, his cheeks warm with a warmer headrush as his boyfriend carefully thrust and wound his hips to fill him and feel every part of him...especially that sweet spot that tingled with heat each time Dean stroked it.

If there was one thing Roman adored about his boyfriend was how tender he was with him as he made him see stars twinkle around Dean's handsome head. He squeezed his eyes shut when the stars began to blur in his vision with that heatwave consuming every muscle on him, stiffening with an intense orgasm...his dick stiffening again, too, and bouncing on his abs from the thrusts, from the lush pleasure. Dean tended to it, too, petting it until Roman pulsed in his palm with raspy moans that splintered into desperate whines—and making Dean's strokes splinter into quick, deep pumps until he moaned with him.

"You love me, baby?" The words sprang from him as his hand sprang up to cradle Roman's face and look into the big man's eyes that he swore he saw pink hearts floating in.

"I do...I love you," Roman declared with a heady grunt before Dean's lips met his for an even headier kiss. It tasted like him, like the love he knew Dean held in his body as he held him...and as he gazed back at him and saw the skies blue in his eyes, he felt that love like the warm sun on his skin.

"Love you, too." His boyfriend took his time pulling out, lowering his thighs to his waist with kisses on his hairy calves before those kisses returned to his lips. "Gonna text you every day tellin' you that...tellin' you 'I love you'...'cause thinkin' about it ain't enough," Dean mumbled between his sloppy yet sweet kisses.

"How long you been thinkin' that?" Roman spoke sleepily yet just as sweetly as his fingertips brushed away the lightly damp bangs that stuck to his forehead, tucking them behind his left ear. A tiny smile touched his lips because he already knew. Dean smiled, too, as his words touched his heart and confirmed his lazy-in-love thoughts.

"Since the day I laid eyes on you."

Thanks for reading! 💜

a second a/n: This is my second to last WWE fic for a lil while as I gather my thoughts on the company and if I want to continue writing for their characters. Gonna post the final chapter of All To Me later this week.

I love y'all and thank you for understanding!

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taydaq · 10 months

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New WIP! I found some LOVELY references for this and well... it had to happen. ;)))

@sickfxckmox, @catboymansion, @jackforshort, and @chatterskull!

#my art #ambreigns #romox #dean ambrose x roman reigns #wwe ships #sketch #dog collar and leash #big dog roman... UGH #are there any fics involving this kink?#LOL #more bottom!roman please!#every time I tell myself I'm gonna draw roman with his hair up #I CAN'T #I need it down and all over #he just looks more pretty

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inagetawaycarxo · 2 years

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

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

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

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

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

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DEAN AMBROSE: [aka Jon Moxley]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ROMAN REIGNS:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Roman shrugged his shoulders.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How did you know?” You gasped out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Which made him smile.

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

Eyes locked on each other.

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

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SETH ROLLINS:

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

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

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

Seth held no sympathy though. He rolled his eyes.

“Oh don’t cry,” He snapped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey asshole,” She hissed out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Turning her head to look at Seth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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jxtina-86 · 1 year

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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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unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin · 1 year

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Can I request something Christmas related #yandereshield? Maybe first Christmas together?

You Will Have A Merry Christmas

Summary: you spend your first Christmas with the boys

Warnings: Yandere themes, abduction, characters celebrate Christmas, mentions of abuse, obvious gaslighting, drugging, yelling. As always, if you don’t like/can’t handle stuff like that please don’t read

Taglist: @fiskers7136 @peachmango-kombucha @kcloveswrestling @bellalutionn @xkennyxomegax @tummyyellin @legit9thlunaticwarrior @auburnwrites @damnnhausen @blaquekittycat @thesusbunny @writtingrose

When you woke up, your face was still stained with tears from the night before. You were afraid to move, your ankle rubbed raw from pulling against the chain connecting you to the wall next to your bed. You didn’t move when the door to the room opened, and you didn’t react when someone walked towards you.

“ ‘Mornin sweetheart,” Deans voice whispered. He sat on the edge of the bed, reaching down to your feet. They always sent Dean in after a rough night. Whether you liked it or not, Dean had a calming feeling that Seth and Roman didn’t always have.

He lifted the blanket off of your feet, reached down and unlocked the restraint. You quickly pulled your leg up, but he caught it and brought it back down.

“What’s this?” He mumbled, looking over the marked up area on your ankle.

“The chain…” you whispered, to quiet for him to hear. They always did this, pretended they didn’t remember what happened. It would happen later when the marks on your neck and chin were seen from everyone. They would act worried, like Roman hadn’t manhandled you the night prior.

“Come on, it’s a special day.” Dean pulled you to your feet. Without the blanket you shivered, not because it was cold but because you were completely naked. You stood there while Dean dressed you, slipping some socks on your feet-never shoes. Shoes were a privilege. One you hadn’t earned.

“Look at you.” Dean chuckled, admiring you. He always looked at you like you were the world to him. Let’s head downstairs and-“ he cut himself off when you started crying. He didn’t say anything to as his arms wrapped around your body, holding you as you sobbed. That was one thing you really liked about Dean. Roman or Seth would be asking questions, trying to force you to explain your emotions. Dean just let you have them.

After a few minutes of crying, you pulled away and whipped your face. You were ready to face them. Dean took your hand, and led you out of the room. The hard floor but into your feet after not walking all night.

“Do you remember what day it is?” Dean asked as you both turned the corner to the stairs. And you could see the large tree lit up, the gifts, all of it. Christmas.

“Took you long enough! We thought you were hiding her from us.” Seth hollered up at you, a huge smiling on his face. Dean helped you down the stairs before letting Seth pick you up. He pushed his lips into yours, so pacing a small kiss. Which you were thankful of. It meant you didn’t have to kiss him back.

“Keep it in your pants Rollins. Let’s get the day started,” Roman said from his seat on the couch. You glanced over Seth’s shoulder to see him, smiling when his eyes met yours. You quickly looked back down practically latching onto Seth, which of course he loved.

Seth carried you over to the couch, sitting down to hold you while Roman and Dean sat on either side.

“This one first,” Roman leaned over to set the gift on your lap. You flinched a bit, but Seth’s hold righted a bit to hold you still. It was a small box, not actually wrapped but made to look like one. After a deep breath, you pulled the box open.

It was a small picture frame, and inside was a photo of yourself and the boys. It was the first night you were there, you were tied down on the bed and the boys were around you. Dean and Seth were sat next to you, and Romans face was sticking out as he was taking the photo. Each of the boys had a huge smile on their face, but your face showed just fear. You could feel the burns on your ankles and wrists from that night.

“Ro…” Dean whispered, as though surprised by the photo. For a moment, fear left your body and it was all replaced by anger. You jumped up, and before any of them could react you slammed the photo into Roman’s face. You all stood silent, watching as the photo fell from his face. He had a few cuts, which he reached up to feel the bit of blood.

Before he could respond, Dean had shot up and wrapped his arms around you. Which in turn, caused Roman to get up.

“I got this!” Dean quickly yelled, holding you away from Roman as you fought him.

“Fuck you!” You screamed at all of them.

“Seth,” Roman groaned, whipping the blood away again.

“On it,” you heard. You felt a hand on your head, holding it down on Deans chest.

“I’m sorry baby…” Dean mumbled as a needle poked your neck. After a moment you felt all of your energy leaving your body. You slumped against Deans chest, your head loosing every thought.

Romans face appeared in front of you, and you felt your brain struggle to form a thought. “Your… face…” you struggled to say. One of your hands reached out as best as it could, and Roman took you from Dean.

“Are you going to apologize?” Roman asked, raising an eye brow.

“Apologize-“ you struggled to think before finding the words. “ ‘m sorry” he pulled you to his chest, rubbing small circles on your back. He glanced up at the other two. Both looked tired, all three had plans to celebrate with you today.

“I’ll tell you what baby, I’ll forgive you but you have to be willing to spend a good day with us.” Roman offered, waiting for an answer.

“Forgiv- ya. Have a good day…” you agreed with him.

“Ok.” Roman looked up at the other two again. “Ok?”

“Ok”

“Ok” they both answered. No one wanted to see another outburst, and both were just happy to see you calm again.

#fanfiction #request #wwe #yandere #wwe one shot #oneshots #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns #seth rollins x reader #seth rollins #dean ambrose x reader #dean ambrose #Christmas fic #yandere!dean ambrose #yandere!roman reigns #yandere!seth rollins

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

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

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

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: Extreme Violence against women; murder

Chapter Two

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Goodnight. I love you too."

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

0o0o0

That Night In Philadelphia…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

0o0o0

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"My God…" Shannon whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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can i request just about anything involving the reader being extremely jealous over dean and any woman, maybe Renee, who he has had to spend a lot of time with lately? doesn’t matter if smut or not, but a lot of angst pls!!!!!!!!

Title: Some Reassurance Pairing: Dean Ambrose x Reader Word Count: 1,140

“Don’t tell me there’s nothing there between you two. Spare me the bullshit once more, please.”

You interrupt Dean mid-sentence once more, your gaze unwavering and your arms crossed firmly over your chest. Your patience is beginning to wear thin, and you’re sure you’ll combust on the spot if you have to listen to another one of Dean’s bullshit excuses, or him simply waving things off while he spoon feeds you the same rinsed and repeated lines of there’s no need to be jealous and you have nothing to worry about, it’s just work any time you’ve brought up the one specific, glaringly obvious problem to him.

Renee.

Dean swears up and down that she’s just a friend, that they’re just coworkers, that it doesn’t go beyond that. But if that’s the case, why does it feel like they see each other more than you both see each other? Why is there so much fan speculation online about their relationship when it’s more than common knowledge that you and Dean have been together long term? Why is it bothering you this much?

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Dean mutters under his breath, throwing his arms up in the air in frustration before he talks over you, “Babe, there isn’t anything there! Renee’s a friend, we work together! How many times do I need to tell you this before you accept it?!” Dean raises his voice slightly, his irritation now becoming more and more evident the longer the confrontation draws out, but you don’t back down. You continue to stand your ground, gaze still equally as steely as it was mere seconds ago, arms still crossed with your fingertips now gripping your biceps, partly in anger, but mainly in a feeble attempt to stop your hands from trembling with each passing second.

You take a step towards him, one hand flying outwards to jab a wavering finger at him while the other drops down to your side, fist clenched and shaking whilst you will away the angry tears that threaten to spill over your lower lash line.

“Then why the fuck does it feel like you don’t even want to spend time with me, or even have time for me anymore?! You’re always with Renee!”

You scream at him, and when Dean is preparing to interject, you stop him dead in his tracks before he can so much as get a word in.

“No, no. I’m not fucking finished yet. You leave me hanging at the end of the phone for hours on end, just waiting on a text or call back whenever I’m not physically here visiting you! You have no fucking idea how much shit hurts when pictures of you two getting a little too cosy when you’re together end up seeing the light of day. And I see the way you both look in those pictures, Dean. I’m not blind, I can fucking see it.”

Your words hold ample amounts of venom in them, and despite your best efforts, the tears you were fighting back have finally spilled over to open up the floodgate which you know won’t be closing for the foreseeable. Sheer rage has now morphed into heartbreak, and you bare all to your partner.

“It feels like I’m losing you! It’s what I’ve been trying to get through to you, but you don’t want to listen to it! I don’t want to have to feel like I’m constantly competing, like I’m the other person! For fuck’s sake, I just want some reassurance, it shouldn’t be so much to ask for!”

You sob in front of Dean, overwhelmed above all else now that you’ve thrown everything you wanted to get off your chest to him out into the open. You don’t see it, but Dean’s gaze softens entirely at the sight before him, like every single word is resonating with him all at once.

He’s finally seeing just how much this has hurt you, and he resents himself for it.

Dean closes what little distance remains between you both, and to test the waters, he gingerly places a hand on your forearm to gain your attention. Sniffling, you glance up at him while you rub at your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt, clearing your vision enough to be met with concerned, bright blue eyes staring right back at you.

“It’s my turn to talk, alright?” he tells you, calmly, before he continues, “There’s nothing going on with me and Renee, okay? Never has been, never will be. It ain’t like that between us. She’s a friend of mine. I’m with you, and she has a partner of her own. And yeah, people are gonna think what they wanna think when they see us out in public together, but I love you. Ain’t about to change anytime soon.”

Dean takes a brief pause before he continues, and you can practically see the cogs turning in his head while he’s mulling his words over before he throws them at you.

“I see how much it hurt you now, and I fuckin’ hate myself for not listening to you in the first place. I know I should have, and I’m sorry for brushing you off like I have been. But you also see things from my side, right? It feels like you don’t trust me with how you’re acting. I would never fuck you over like that. Never.”

“I know, I…I-I just-” you stammer slightly before you huff out a shaky breath, “I do trust you. I just…miss you more than anything. Miss getting to see you, miss spending time with you, so seeing someone else get to do all that with you, feeling like I’m being ousted out? It hurts.”

Dean nods in understanding, and both of his hands find their way to clasp yours, giving them a firm squeeze. You purse your lips into a fine line as you look at him, awaiting his next response.

“I’d never oust you out, babe. You’re stuck with me, as long as you’ll have me.”

Dean replies, trying to make things lighter in an attempt to shift your mood slightly. Despite his lack of optimism, he still earns a flicker of a smile from you, and his expression mirrors yours.

“And…if you haven’t already noticed, you don’t need to miss me. I’m right here. So…” Dean trails off, gradually leaning in to come face to face with you, “I’m all yours for the rest of the evening. I’m turning my phone off, you have my undivided attention. We’re doing whatever you want to do. Sound good?”

He barely whispers, and he glances down at your lips, asking permission before his eyes meet yours once more. Slowly, you tilt your head sideways before your lips brush together, the promise of a tender kiss imminent.

“I want nothing more than that, Dean.”

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Imagine # 1,034

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Gif credit goes to - @jonmoxleys (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted - 2022

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

📝Note(s) - None.

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

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Forced To Believe Chapter 54- Rosa's Mind Games

Chapter Summary: Rosa continues to try to get into Morgan's head before Wrestlemania. Melanie worries she won't be able to spend her 1 year anniversary with Jon.

Words: 7,000+

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WrestleMania week was underway and WWE went to New Orleans for WrestleMania Axxess. Melanie had her bags with her in the hotel hallway and headed for her hotel room door.

"Melanie!" She turned around at the sound of the familiar voices and grinned.

"Guys!" She ran and embraced her family.

"My baby!" Jane yelled and started kissing her all over her face while she tried to get away.

"Mom!"

Diego chuckled. "Come on Jane, let her breathe."

"For real for real..." Aunt Aria retorted with her arms crossed.

That triggered Jane's annoyance as she released Melanie and turned to face Aria.

"Problem...?" Aria raised an eyebrow.

"I don't appreciate you nagging about my actions. I know what I'm doing." Jane stated.

"Ha! If you did, you would have gotten to be on the lacrosse team back in high school."

"Oh boy, here we go again with their sister arguments." Melanie face palmed as she watched her aunt and mom bicker back and forth. While her aunt and mom argued, she greeted her dad and Mimi.

"I'm sure everything will be fine." Mimi, Melanie's cousin said. "Hey, where's Jon?"

Jane and Aria stopped arguing and turned their interest to Mimi's question. "I agree, where is the funny guy?" Aria asked.

"He's rooming with Drake." The Philly Diva mentioned.

"Younger?" Jane asked.

"Yep. You know how good buddies they are."

"Will you two see each other?" Mimi asked.

"Eh...Hopefully." Melanie said with some reluctance. "I mean, we will since we have to do some interviews for the network, but we're not going to be around a lot after that. We're not together for Axxess. I'm alone in my own little booth. The Shield are going to be independent this year."

"You two will still be able to celebrate your anniversary on the 5th, right? It's just in a couple of days." Jane brought up.

"We will, don't worry. I'm sure we'll work everything out for our schedule." Melanie reassured with a fake smile. 'I hope...'

"That doesn't look so convincing," Diego spoke up.

He could read her like a book. It was obvious Melanie was doubting, but Diego had hope that they would be able to spend some time together for their anniversary.

The Outspoken Diva sighed and looked down at her watch. "I just really want Saturday to be special. Okay, I wish I could stay longer but I gotta go. There's a press conference I need to attend, to build up some more tension for Morgan and Rosa. I'll see you guys soon." She hugged them all goodbye and went to her room.

As soon as she walked in, she heard a giggle. "Shenanigans! What are you doing here in my room?" A female voice called out.

"Celeste!" Melanie put her bags down and gave her a big hug.

"Haha. Thought I surprise you. We're roomies thanks to Jonny boy. He knew how much we both wanted to see each other again. It's good to see you! You look tougher after wrestling all those guys."

"Ha, I feel tougher."

Leah walked out of the bathroom with a goofy grin on her face. "Melly!"

"And Leah is rooming with us too. Surprise again." Celeste grinned as Leah embraced Melanie.

"I am so happy you guys are here!" The Philly Diva grinned.

"We have a lot of catching up to do," Leah said.

"I know, but right now I can't. I got a press conference to go to."

"Oh, don't worry, we'll wait for ya," Celeste reassured.

Melanie sighed out of relief. "Thanks. We'll catch up in a bit. Gotta go!" She rushed out of the room and ran to the elevator.

She waited for the elevator door to open and saw Milena leaning on the elevator wall, on her phone. They have gotten closer ever since they were put in a storyline together. Melanie was asked who she wanted to work with and she chose her. She felt like Milena deserved some more TV time and could be a great heel and she was right. Milena was definitely living up to her Rosa Mendes character. She was such a good heel to work with. Even though Rosa was vindictive, snobby, annoying, flirty, and cruel these past few months in the WWE, Milena was nothing like the character.

Sometimes it pained Melanie that there are still people in the world who didn't know the difference between a character and a real person. Milena would have to be one of the most down to earth divas that Melanie had ever met. The way she was so passionate about eating healthy amazed her, too. She even got some tips from her and drinks her homemade protein shakes.

Milena looked up from her phone and gave Melanie a warm smile. "Perfect timing."

"Hey! I was wondering where you were." She embraced her and pressed the first floor button.

"Excited for more Rosa and Morgan action?"

"You bet! WrestleMania is going to be awesome."

"I know! I cannot wait for Chyna to come! It's going to be an honor!"

"I agree. It is going to be an honor. I can't wait to see her when she arrives. I drank some more of the protein shakes."

Milena's eyes lit up. "Really!? What do you think of the Strawberry Banana flavor?"

"Out of this world! It's amazing!"

"Aw, really? You're so sweet. I got an idea."

"Shoot."

"So after the Smackdown tapings, I've been brainstorming on the Q&A session later on after the press conference. I think there should be a little bit more hype for the match at WrestleMania. I talked to creative about it, too."

"Agreed. What do you wanna do?"

"I brought a neck brace so Rosa can taunt Morgan, again. Creative really likes the idea."

"Neck brace...oh! Milena, you're a genius!"

"Really?"

"Yes! I love it! That'll be great. Oh man, this is going to be good. Hey, you think Rosa should give Morgan a cheap shot?"

"Like a shove?" Milena asked as they walked out of the elevator and headed to where the press conference was.

"Yeah, and I'm sure they'll be separated. I like it. We're gonna rock it out."

"Yeah, let's do this!"

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'Press conference'

Melanie and Milena watched the press conference from the back. They saw Daniel Bryan, Orton, and Cena talk on stage. They also saw Batista's weird and goofy speech where he would mock a fan off the podium and go back on the podium to reply to the fan. It made Melanie laugh very hard.

Dave Batista walked off the stage and headed to where Melanie and Milena were.

"That was hilarious." Melanie complimented.

Dave chuckled and walked away after thanking her. After more talking went on, Rosa finally went up the stage to her theme as the crowd applauded her. She was wearing a short dark blue dress and her black hair was in a ponytail to the left side.

She started speaking in Spanish before saying "I also want to thank all of you for your continued support and to the WWE Universe for making WrestleMania, the greatest event in sports entertainment. And speaking of that, I would also like to say how happy I am to be a part of this year's WrestleMania because I get to face Morgan. I'm going to finish that little girl. So believe that, and believe in Rosa, the Outlaws, and Kane."

Morgan began to walk up on the stage with an amused look on her face. She had on her trademark WrestleMania jersey and Skinny jeans that she would wear as traditional attire for WrestleMania week.

"Excuse me." She bumped her hip against Rosa's, making her stumble to the side while she stood by the podium.

The crowd laughed while Rosa dropped her jaw. "Ugh." She stormed off, leaving Morgan amused.

"Anywho...What's up WWE Universe? Everyone ready for WrestleMania!?" The Outspoken Diva asked as the crowd applauded and cheered. "Awesome. This year will have to be the biggest one yet and it's all because of you. I promise this WrestleMania will be talked about for years to come."

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'Q&A'

Morgan and Rosa were sitting down at a table for a Q&A session for the fans. They were in front of a huge crowd. The place was packed. There were two tables. Morgan sat on the left side with The Shield while Rosa sat on the right side with Kane and the Outlaws.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are here with the two teams that will be going head to head on the grandest stage of them all. The Shield, and Kane & the New Age Outlaws." Renee Young announced as the crowd cheered.

"But by the request of the fans, we are here to focus on the two divas who have been talked about nonstop on the social network. They say this rivalry is far from over and may surpass this Sunday's WrestleMania. These two do not like each other at all," Renee went on. "They have beaten each other up, given each other cheap shots, made each other bleed, and caused a lot of pain and suffering. This may be one of the most interesting diva rivalries we've had in a long time. I'm talking about, the Outspoken Diva, Morgan Lopez, and the Stunning Latina, Rosa Mendes."

The crowd cheered again while the divas gave them a smile out of appreciation.

"Um, before we start, why is The Shield here?" Rosa asked with disgust while the boys gave her dirty looks.

"Because we can." Ambrose retorted.

"Oh wait, I know. Morgan needs back up because she's afraid." Rosa started to giggle.

"You really are one annoying chick." Seth sighed.

Rosa gasped. "How dare you!? Do you know who I am!? I am Rosa Mendes!"

"Um!" A voice spoke up.

"I am the stunning diva of this company!"

"Um!"

"My team and I will decimate your team!"

"Um! Um hello!? First of all, I don't like you." Morgan stated while Rosa grinned in amusement. "Second of all, I never felt more ready to kick someone's butt in a long time. And third of all...I'm going to wipe that stupid grin off your face." She began to stand up but Roman and Seth pulled her back down.

"Not worth it," Roman reassured while she let out a breath and obeyed.

"Morgan, I reassure you that you will pay for your crimes," Kane declared. "And on page 50 in the-"

"Oh gosh...and we got this asshole right here..." She retorted and pointed to Kane as the crowd laughed. "The so called big red machine who decided to be a sell out in a suit"

"How about you shut your mouth-" Rosa began.

"How about you mind your business?" Morgan countered.

"Don't talk to her like that! Your parents raised you better." Road Dogg interrupted.

"And who are you to tell her what to do?" Seth spoke up as the crowd watched intently.

"Okay! Okay! Let's be civil here! Just for a few minutes." Renee spoke up and calmed everything down. "This is about the divas, so let's get started with the questions. First things first...How are you feeling about the match?"

"I'm looking forward to the match. I want...I know I'm going to leave WrestleMania feeling good because I'm going to beat Morgan. Simple. Next question." Rosa looked at her nails.

"You are one disrespectful, conniving, narcissistic b-" Morgan began but received hands over her mouth from her teammates as she muffled out the last word she was about to say.

Renee chuckled as the crowd laughed. "What about you Morgan?"

The Shield removed their hands from her mouth and she began to speak. "I'm feeling good. This is my second WrestleMania. I'm feeling good, physically and mentally. Last year for WrestleMania 29, I was just a kid. A little girl trying to find her way. I was a little cocky and a wannabe. I went out there and got forced in The Shield which I'm glad I did because these guys are my brothers, right here, and they're awesome."

The crowd started to chant 'Hounds of justice' and Morgan smiled warmly at the crowd. "And uh, I just really want this year to be a statement. I want this WrestleMania to be special. I'm wrestling guys this year and it's a privilege. So, I'm going to do whatever I can to shut miss 'I like getting my ass kicked' Mendes, and yeah."

"Ha! You wish!" Rosa replied.

"Rosa, can you wait to take on Morgan at WrestleMania?" Renee asked.

"Yes. I mean, I could have beaten her up earlier but you know, I'll show some mercy for now. I just don't like her. She doesn't deserve to be in the WWE. All these opportunities she's been handed. It's ridiculous."

"Rosa, what are your thoughts on the Diva's Championship match?"

"I am so happy! I'm so going to win," she said as the crowd gave her mixed reactions to her statement. "Oh no no no, don't hate, don't hate. I know I'm good and I will prove that."

"First of all, you don't deserve a title shot at the Diva's Championship," Morgan replied with an annoyed tone.

"Oh~ so that's what this is about! You're jealous!" Rosa laughed. "Oh, this is classic!"

"When hell freezes over, I'll be jealous of you. I earned a spot in that match and you just got it easy because Kane gave it to you. It's better to earn things than to be given stuff like that. It gets tiring after a while. I busted my ass every single day and night to be noticed. Not because of how I'm with The Shield, but because of the passion and effort I put into my ring work. I have shed blood, sweat, and tears in the ring and I am damn proud of it."

"Oh boo hoo..." Rosa retorted as the crowd cheered loudly at Morgan's statement.

"What do you think of Morgan's wrestling style?" Renee asked.

"I'm not impressed...she can't wrestle and she doesn't have enough experience to go through me this time because I've been training harder this year. This is my time to shine. She's still a rookie in my eyes. I think it was a mistake to let Morgan and The Shield be on the main roster." Rosa said with a smug look as the crowd gave her mixed reactions.

"Wow..." Seth chuckled dryly.

"You really wanna go there?" Dean rasped out.

"You're messing with the wrong people," Roman replied in an intimidating voice.

"What are your thoughts on what Rosa just said, Morgan?" Renee asked.

"I respect her as a wrestler. She's improving in the ring. And about The Shield and me not being good enough to be here...First of all, we got here because we're good. We came here to make a statement and that's what we are still doing," Morgan replied.

"What is your goal at WrestleMania in the match, Morgan?"

"To see her body lying down on the ground and me looking down at her will be priceless. She's going down."

"I want to prove that I'm better than her," Rosa said. "And I will. Just like my family is better than yours."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Morgan raised an eyebrow.

Rosa gasped and took out a neck brace from her bag as the crowd started to get interested. "What's this?" She revealed the neck brace which caught Morgan's attention.

"Ninth Wonder of the World isn't so tough," Rosa went on with a laugh. "Do you remember when poor little Chyna got her neck broken? How long was she out of action? You, your mother, and Chyna are pathetic excuses for women. You're weak...it's quite pathetic that you are related to someone who is doing those nasty films and-"

Morgan slammed the table and stood up and so did Rosa as the crowd started to get excited. The two women walked around the table to face off.

"Morgan!" Seth exclaimed.

"Don't like the neck brace?" Rosa rubbed the brace in her face but Morgan snatched it and threw it away.

The Outspoken Diva began to look irate as she got in Rosa's face. Both teams quickly got up and tried to back them away from each other.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue? Is it because I'm right?" Rosa managed to shove Morgan back as the crowd oohed.

Morgan made a loud sigh of frustration and was about to hit her but The Shield held her back and some bodyguards came to retrain her. Rosa grinned and blew her a kiss while Morgan was taken off the stage.

"Well, I think that went well. I think she liked the little neck brace." Rosa high fived her teammates.

"You know what?!" Morgan yelled at the end of the stage and grabbed a mic. "Kudos to Rosa for getting a little cheap shot, but you know what? Who cares if you got a title shot? Who cares if you brag about yourself being good? You see, I don't need a title to prove I'm good." She said as the crowd cheered.

"That's right." Seth cheered her on.

"Just give me a ring, an opponent, and a little of your time...then I'll show you that Morgan is somebody that is gonna do some action. Oh, and I'm not talking about ruining things. I'm not talkin' about beating up your most hated diva or superstar...I'm talkin' about scorched earth! The Shield and I are gonna make a mark here so deep that you will never forget our legacy once we're done here. And I vow to leave a mark on this company that you have never seen before. Believe that! And believe in Morgan and The Shield!" She threw the mic away and got taken away.

"Wow, those are some strong words," Renee commented as the crowd cheered. "What do you have to say, Rosa?"

"She's getting serious. But I will not be intimidated." Rosa replied.

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Rosa walked backstage after the Q&A session.

"Rosa, can we have a word?" Tom asked.

"Go ahead." She smiled.

"We have just seen what happened between you and Morgan. Why did you do what you did? What is the explanation for your actions?"

"She's jealous of me. She's afraid of what I'm going to do to her. She's just a little girl, trying to act like a woman in this company. It's time for someone to put her in her place, and I'm going to do that. I pushed Morgan because she deserved it. She walks around here with a huge ego and thinks she can win every time."

"Why do you like doing mind games with Morgan?"

"It's a game between me and her. I love pushing her buttons. She is a toy to be played with. She's going to choke at WrestleMania. I'm going to end her and end her wrestling career. Maybe after that, she can be with Chyna and teach English to kids in Japan. Do you know what I'm going to do to her? I'm not going to just viciously finish Morgan...I'm going to break her. Right to Censor broke Chyna's neck. I'm going to do the same with Morgan." She smirked. "Believe that...and believe in Rosa."

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"Morgan, may we have a word?" Tom asked as Morgan and The Shield stopped walking.

"What's up?" She asked in a calm tone.

"What are your thoughts on the match at WrestleMania?"

"You know people expect a lot from me. They say 'She's related to the ninth wonder of the world, she's gonna get muscular and wear the things that Chyna wore.' But no, I'm not going to do that. I'm going to be Morgan Lopez and that's just what I'm doing."

"Some say that the emotion built up inside of you is going to make you choke at WrestleMania. And some say that Rosa is going to upset at WrestleMania. What are your thoughts there?"

"I know I'm not going to be liked by every single person in the WWE Universe. Plus, Rosa has been on a roll lately with the cheap shots so I guess that's why people think she's going to win. But...I love it when people doubt me and bet against me. I feed off of it because I can prove them wrong. I will prove them wrong. I may have gotten beaten down but I back up everything I say, unlike Rosa. She's disrespected me, my family, my boys, and the WWE Divas. She's gonna get it. Plain and simple. But instead of saying what I'm going to do to her, I'll show you at WrestleMania. Stay tuned," she replied and walked away with her teammates.

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Melanie was at New Orleans Ernest N. Morial Convention Center for Axxess which was about to start in an hour. The place was done getting set up and she saw the fans waiting with anticipation to meet their favorite Divas and Superstars. It was an awesome feeling. She wondered if her fan base had grown this past year. She saw her table where she would be meeting and greeting the fans. She would be alone and up close and personal with her fanboys, fangirls, crazy fans, obsessive fans, long term fans from the indy days, and all the others. She couldn't wait to meet them.

"Hey, Mel." Colby greeted.

"Hey dude. You sound a little sick, you okay?"

"Yeah. I don't think I'll be able to make the Hall of Fame ceremony." he frowned.

"Darn. But rest is important. I hope you feel better."

"Thanks, grapes. Where's Jon?"

"Come to think of it, I'm not sure. Lemme call him." She took out her phone and dialed up his number.

"Hello?" Jon answered with a sleepy tone.

"Jon, where are you?" she asked and put him on speaker.

"At the hotel, why?"

"Hotel?!"

"What?" Colby exclaimed.

"You're two hours late!"

"What!?" Jon looked at the time. "Shit!" He quickly got up and scrambled to get ready while falling off the bed. "Shit! Shit! Dammit! Fucking alarm didn't go off! Stupid phone! Stupid alarm! Stupid ass schedule! Fuck!"

She started laughing with Colby.

"It's not funny, you guys!" Jon yelled. "Everybody is gonna think I've been out all night! Dammit! This looks so bad."

"It's okay, man," Colby reassured.

"Jon, relax! It's okay! People make a mistake when setting their alarm. Don't worry, I'll cover for you. Don't beat yourself up." Melanie added.

"I owe you," Jon said and they hung up.

"You'll think he'll make it in time?" Colby asked.

"Most likely," she replied.

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WrestleMania Axxess started and the fans started walking in with anticipation. Melanie could see the excitement in their faces and it made her smile. She still had on her traditional WrestleMania jersey and jeans with her hair in a messy bun. As soon as her name was announced, she walked to her table and was amazed at the long line and how many fans wanted to see her. As soon as the fans saw her, they cheered loudly. She waved at them with a huge grin on her face.

"What is up Morganteers!?" She yelled as the fans cheered loudly in response and chanted her name. "This is so awesome."

The meet and greets were funny, emotional, and entertaining. Melanie encountered some interesting fans. She saw a woman in her early 20s looking exactly like her character, Morgan.

"Wow. You nailed it!" Melanie exclaimed.

The woman smiled. "Thanks. You are so friggin' cool. You're such a badass."

"Thanks, girl!"

"I've been a fan of yours since the Indies. I loved it when you and Moxley used to feud. And I really hope you kick Rosa's ass at WrestleMania. She needs a beating. To talk about your family...So not cool."

"I know right? I'm gonna give her an ass whooping of a lifetime."

After taking photos with her, a mother in her late 30s and her teenage daughter who looked like she was in her early teens walked up to Melanie.

"Hi!" Melanie greeted with a friendly smile and shook the teen's hand. The girl looked starstruck and started to cry. "Aw, don't cry."

"I'm sorry, she is such a huge fan of yours. She's been begging to meet you for years. This is her first WrestleMania." The mother smiled.

"Really? Wow, that is so special."

"I can't believe I'm actually meeting you." The girl wiped her tears.

Melanie decided to stand up and give her a big hug before going back to her seat. "It's so nice to meet you too."

"I want to be a WWE Diva just like you. I love your ringwork, your fighting spirit, everything. You're like the Lita and Chyna of the PG era of the WWE."

The Philly Diva was touched by her words. "Thank you."

She took a photo with her and signed her poster with a personal message, just for her to keep her motivated to be a WWE Diva.

"If it isn't too much trouble, do you mind signing her birthday card?" The mother gave her the girl's birthday card while the girl walked away, looking at the poster in awe. "She's turning 15 next month."

"Of course." Melanie smiled and signed it. She put another personal message on it and gave it back to the mother.

"Thank you so much. You do not know how much this is going to mean to her. She idolizes you. She loves how you are so much different from the other divas."

"I'm touched that she thinks of me as a role model for her," Melanie replied with a big smile.

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Jon made it to Axxess just in time. He was alone at the table, meeting the fans. He loved the crazy girls. It was better having them than none at all as he would say. Some kissed him on the cheek and took goofy photos with him. Most of the fans kept telling him that they'd hope Dean and Morgan get back together. He wasn't surprised that most of the fans liked Dean and Morgan together.

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Three fangirls walk up to Melanie's table with 'I love Dean & Morgan' shirts.

"Hiya. I guess you lovely ladies are fangirls of Dean and I being a couple." Melanie greeted.

"You bet!" The third fangirl exclaimed. "We love you two, together!"

"Do you still like Dean?" The first fangirl asked.

"Well..." Melanie started to blush and the girls squealed.

"Omg! I think she does!" The second fangirl said while Melanie chuckled and started to sign their stuff.

"How do you like Dean's hair? Wet and messy or pulled back and wet?" The third fangirl asked.

"Oh my goodness...Um..." She bit her lip as the girls looked on intently. "...Both."

The girls squealed again. "Omg!"

"We so gotta tell Dean when we meet him." The second fangirl said as the girls agreed. Melanie smiled with amusement and took a photo with them.

A woman in her early 30s walked up to Melanie's table. "Hey, it's so nice to meet the Outspoken Diva."

"Hi, nice to meet you, too. Damn, that's amazing." Melanie said as she looked at the fan art. It was a skillful and realistic drawing of Morgan with the Diva's Championship.

"I hope you're Diva's Champion again, one day. Rosa doesn't deserve a title shot."

"Totally agree. I'll be in the title picture, again. Don't worry." She signed the art and took a photo with her.

Later on, Four fanboys in their early 20s walked over to the table.

"Guys, we're finally meeting one of the most beautiful divas on the roster." The first fanboy grinned.

She chuckled. "Thank you. What's up, dudes?"

"The sky." The second fanboy answered.

"Haha. Good one."

"Has anybody told you that you are so badass in the ring?" The fourth fanboy asked.

"Heh heh, yes, I've been told. Thanks. I'm glad you're entertained by me."

"Hey, could I get a kiss?" The third fanboy asked.

"Dude! Don't ask her that!" The fourth fanboy scolded while Melanie looked at them with amusement.

"What? It's worth a shot."

"I'll give you all kisses on the cheek." She stood up and gave them kisses on the cheek before sitting back down.

"Wow. I've been kissed by Morgan Lopez." The first fanboy said in a dreamy tone.

"Don't pass out on me." She winked and signed their stuff.

"Can I give you a kiss on the lips?" The second fanboy asked.

"Dude!" The other fanboys exclaimed.

She politely shook her head no. "You're too cute but don't push it, man,"

"Darn. Worth a shot," he sighed.

"Hey, if you aren't getting back together with Dean, I'm always available." The first fanboy gave her a flirty look as she started to laugh.

Another set of fangirls made their way to her. There were two of them and they looked to be in their late teens.

"Morgan! We love you!" The first girl grinned.

"Thanks! I liked to be loved." Melanie giggled.

"Do you mind if we ask you a question?"

"Shoot," she replied as she signed their stuff.

"Do you think Dean is sexy?" The second girl asked.

"Wow, I'm in the hot seat today." she chuckled and began blushing again.

The girls gasped. "She's blushing!"

"So, do you admit he's sexy?" the first girl asked.

"He is so not gonna let me live this down..." the Philly Diva said with a sigh. "All right, I'll admit it...Yes. I think Dean Ambrose is sexy. He's friggin' sexy as hell."

'To Jon'

The same three fangirls who saw Melanie headed over to Dean Ambrose's table.

"Hi, Dean! We saw Morgan and she told us she loves your hair pulled back & wet, and messy & wet."

"Did she now?" Jon smirked. "I may need to confront her about that."

"I hope you two get back together."

Jon nodded out of appreciation and smiled. "I hope so too."

Later, the other set of fangirls that Melanie met walked over to Jon. "Dean! Morgan just told us you look sexy."

"She said you're sexy as hell." The second girl added.

Jon began to smirk. "Oh, really?"

"And she blushed when she said it. I think she still likes you. I hope you two get back together, soon."

"Me too."

Later on, another fan walked to his table and greeted him. After she took a photo and he signed her stuff, she asked, "Hey Dean, do you think Morgan is hot?"

"Hell yeah! Smokin' hot! Hot as hell."

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A couple who looked like they were in their 40s headed to the table.

"It is so nice to meet you, Morgan. We love you in the ring." The woman praised.

"Hi. Thank you so much for being a fan." Melanie smiled.

"And happy early anniversary to you and Jon." The man added.

"Thank you so much. One year strong, tomorrow."

"We hope they'll be more. We love you on Total Divas."

Another woman in her 20s went up to the table.

"Hi, Morgan! Oh my gosh, I cannot believe I'm meeting you! Wow, you're much more beautiful in person."

"Aw, thank you so much. It's so nice to meet you too." Melanie shook her hand and signed her stuff.

"I'm so proud of you and Jon. You two will be dating for a year tomorrow. I'm so happy for you two."

"Thanks. I hope for more years to come."

"I know there's a lot of women who envy you for dating him since he's so hot but I don't envy you. I'm happy that he has someone who truly loves him and not just for his looks. You too are meant to be and I hope Morgan realizes that at WrestleMania."

"That really means a lot." she grinned and took a photo with her.

The same fangirl who saw Jon went up to the table. "Hi, Morgan! Oh my gosh, you're so awesome."

"Thank you. I see you're representing The Shield. I love the shirt."

"Thanks. I saw Dean, earlier. He told me you look smoking hot. And he said you look hot as hell." she told her which made Melanie laugh and start blushing harder. "Omg, your face is so red!"

"I guess he found out what I said earlier. Oh my gosh...this is ridiculous. I'm blushing up a storm today because of him." she buried her face in embarrassment while the girl laughed.

Later, Melanie was getting interviewed by a local radio station and was sitting at a table next to Jon's table who was getting interviewed by Radio Row DJ Slab. Jon was telling him the story about how he overslept.

"...but then Morgan called and woke me up. If it wasn't for her, I think I would have missed Axxess. She's really awesome." DJ Slab and Jon turned their attention to Melanie who was talking to the Radio host.

"So how does it feel to be here?" The radio interviewer asked her.

"It's so unreal! My fan base has really grown since the last WrestleMania. I'm so happy." she grinned. "I checked out some of the fans who were doing my entrance, and I gotta say, they all nailed it. It's so cool,"

"I think some people are looking at you."

She turned to see Jon and DJ Slab looking at her. "What? What did I do?" She started to blush while Jon and DJ Slab laughed. "Oh my gosh. Dean always does this. He randomly looks at me and laughs."

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'Behind The Scenes'

Dean, Roman, Morgan, and Seth sat next to each other for an interview for the WWE Network.

"Our debut in the WWE, I mean...hands down, it was awesome," Roman said.

"It was like, we're here. Even If we got hit by a bus that night out of the arena, you could never take that away." Ambrose said as his teammates chuckled. "We made it to the WWE for at least one night."

"We were there for one job and I think we got it done, pretty well if I say so myself," Seth spoke as the members agreed.

"There's only one problem...turtlenecks." Roman grinned as Seth laughed.

"I am so glad I didn't have to wear those things," Morgan sighed, shaking her head.

"I think if we had committed to that, we could have really popularized turtle necks," Dean wondered.

"We looked good," Seth exclaimed. "Yeah, we look good. We made those turtlenecks work...for two days."

"Now I wasn't there when they debuted but we all debuted that same day. I was with Kaitlyn and boy did I hate these three so much..." Morgan chuckled with her teammates. "I did everything I could to not believe but after being forced to be a part of The Shield, it would have to be the best thing that has happened to me in my wrestling career."

"Yeah. WrestleMania 29. All because of Ambrose."

"I know! He's so persistent. I thought beating you guys up and hitting you with weapons and pushing you off a table, would have worked out, but I guess it didn't."

"Do you regret it?"

"Half and half. It showed girl power and that I would never back down from anybody. But then again, we're teammates now and it kind of makes me feel a little bad for decimating you guys."

"Whoa, whoa, decimate? That's a strong word. You didn't decimate us." Roman chuckled.

"Aye, I gave you a low blow and a kick in heels. I gave Dean like 15 chair shots, and I pushed Seth off a ladder with the help of Ryback. Decimate seems like an all right word." Morgan reminded.

"All right, if you say so," Seth said. "I think our entrance helped create our identity a little bit. To the first time we came out into the crowd, you could just see the sea of humanity around you, and you could feel the electricity that you've never felt in your life."

"I feel like it's the crowd's entrance, too. It's like a chance for the people to get up close and be with us." Roman said. "And I think we carry that into the ring with us."

"The first time I did The Shield's entrance was sick! To walk in the crowd like that, being so close to the fans, it's awesome." Morgan grinned.

"No matter how tired you are, you're in the middle of thousands of people," Dean added.

"Now, what is The Shield? That's really hard to answer. You know, you could say it's Seth Rollins, Roman Reigns, Dean Ambrose, and Morgan Lopez. And you can say it's an organization designed to protect from injustice but it's so much more than that." Seth said.

"You know, I think it's about teamwork," Morgan mentioned. "We always have each other's backs, we are there for each other, we're a family, and we give it our all every single time we step in the arena."

"I feel like it's to be better than everybody else. And that's what we live by. This is an organization to push the level, you know, to raise the bar." Roman stated.

"Call it whatever you want, it's for justice, it's for this or for that. But it's the people involved," Dean said. "This is ours for the taking and some stuff needs to be changed and if guys need to get shoved over or kicked out of the spots, we're 100 percent in this together. Screw everybody, and we're taking over this business cause somebody's got to. And uh, together we're so much stronger."

"That is justice, I think that's WWE Universe justice right there."

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'Behind The Scenes Part Two'

"Seth always is like a master chess player. We may not be looking past point B, cause he's already on point C, D, E, F, G," Dean said.

"He really is the architect of The Shield," Roman added.

"You really can't blink when Seth's in the ring," he mentioned. "And sometimes his toe comes over his head and hits you in the face."

"This dude is a ninja. Plain and simple. He's awesome. He's so fearless in the ring and he's very skilled when it comes to high flying." Morgan praised.

"Yeah. Seth Rollins is pretty much a ninja." Dean stated.

"I'm cool with that." Seth laughed. "I think Dean Ambrose brings an element of unpredictability to The Shield. He's got that element of chaos at all times. How are you gonna game plan for a dude who's willing to claw your eyes out, you just...you just can't game plan that."

"He's nuts but in a good way. He's like the Joker because he seriously reminds me of him." Morgan chuckled.

"You know he's a cornerstone of The Shield. If there's no Dean Ambrose, there's no Shield." Roman said.

"Morgan..." Seth grinned and nudged her.

"Oh boy." She laughed.

"The Outspoken Diva," Dean called out.

"Chyna's mini me," Roman added with a smile.

"You guys are embarrassing me." She replied.

"She's edgy," Seth praised.

"But she'll have to be one of the most courageous and passionate divas on this roster," Roman declared.

"She never backs down from anybody, no matter what size," Ambrose spoke.

"She can bleed and still go through a match. She's that determined. She likes proving herself." Rollins went on. "She's also making intergender matches more popular like it was back in the day."

"She brings a lot of entertainment into the group. You never know what she'll do to entertain you. It makes The Shield more fun to watch."

"If WWE needs someone to get hit with a finisher or hit on the table, she is the first one to volunteer." He raised his hand. "She says 'I'll do it! Lemme do it.'"

The four of them chuckle at the thought.

"Morgan also has two sides to her." Roman brought up.

"Two? What do you mean two?" Morgan asked.

"Don't act like you don't know. There's Morgan and then there's Harley Quinn. Morgan and Harley Mode," Dean grinned.

"I'm not that crazy." She declared.

"Oh really? You turn into another Dean Ambrose when Harley comes out." Seth reminded.

"Okay, that's kind of true."

"Roman Reigns," Seth announced. "Brains, aside from the jawline and dashing leading man good looks and all that, uh he brings a lot of power. He's our clean up hitter."

"But I think for all of us, there isn't a lose a guy, add a guy, lose a female, add a female, this is The Shield. That's how this situation works." Roman said.

"We're really good and we're a team," Dean said.

"We're united and it's gonna stay that way," Morgan nodded in approval.

"We were never like, we wanna be those guys. We wanna do what they did. We're like, we're gonna break new ground, we're gonna do our thing. But if I have to compare ourselves to anybody it may be the four horsemen. I hope that's a fair comparison." Seth said with confidence.

"We're picking up where they left off," Dean added as he showed four fingers and then his fist. "This is the symbol of excellence. And now this is the symbol of excellence."

"This group is gonna bust our ass, every single day. We're gonna work hard and we're gonna get better." Roman nodded.

"There's a lot left to do and we're doing it every single night. We're just going upwards."

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On Saturday, Melanie woke up with a huge grin on her face. Today was her 1 year anniversary with Jon and she couldn't have been happier.

"Morning! Time to get up!" Leah grinned and got on Melanie's bed to start jumping on it.

"Cut it out!" Melanie laughed but got pushed off the bed. "Ow!"

"Haha. Too bad. Happy anniversary! Wow, one year. I hope you and Jon have more years to come." She giggled and helped her up.

"Thanks."

"Morning, grape monster." Celeste walked into the room with a bowl of grapes.

"Aw, thanks!" Melanie happily snatched the bowl of grapes from her hands and ate them with delight. "I can't believe it's been a week since I ate some grapes."

"Wow." Celeste chuckled.

"So, you and Jon have plans?" Leah asked.

"I really don't know yet," Melanie replied but moments later her phone rang.

"Speaking of the devil." Celeste grinned as she answered the phone.

"Hey, good morning." Melanie greeted him happily on the phone.

"Morning to you, too. Happy Anniversary." Jon greeted.

"Happy Anniversary!" She beamed but heard him sigh. "Are you okay?"

"You are going to kill me..."

"Why would you think that?"

"Lanie...I got some bad news."

She frowned and started walking away to talk privately with him. "What's wrong?"

"You think everything is okay?" Leah asked as they watched her pace around, listening to what he had to say.

"I hope so," Celeste replied.

"I don't like to see her frown, like that. She was just glowing a second ago."

Melanie got off the phone and walked back over to them, making a loud aggravated sound effect. "For Pete's sake!" She shouted.

"Whoa! Are you okay?" Celeste asked.

"No. I want my boyfriend."

"Aren't you two going to spend your Anniversary together?" Leah asked.

"Unlikely. We're hardly going to see each other, today. Whenever I'm free, he has to do an interview or meet and greet. And whenever he's free, I am scheduled to do something. It's ridiculous. Brie was right. Being in a relationship in the WWE is hard..." She groaned. "I gotta go. I got a family outing to go to."

"We're still hanging out later on, right?" Leah asked and got a nod in response from the Outspoken Diva.

"Are you going to be okay?" Celeste asked with a sad smile.

"Well, I thought I'd have it easy since I'm working with my boyfriend but I guess not. Ugh, I'm cursed...This is the worst day ever..." The Philly Diva said with disappointment. "But, I shouldn't be selfish. I'll have to grin and bear it. Jon and I wanted to be in the WWE and we got our wish. We're living the dream and that's all that matters, right now. Things will be okay."

#dean ambrose x oc #the shield #the shield 4th member #the shield fanfic #wwe fanfiction #forced to believe #dean ambrose #wwe scenarios #wwe oc #wwe imagine #wwe fic

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taydaq · 10 months

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honey, i want to break you

Just some tags for these lovely people: @jackforshort, @catboymansion, and @sickfxckmox!

#wwe ships #ambreigns #dean ambrose x roman reigns #blood #tw: blood #lyric is from the song desire by meg myers #I needed Roman in one of Dean's tanks #omg #this could be after one of their sparring matches #*^*#Roman loses and has to be under Dean's control #UGH #and I can't NOT draw his hair long #godddd #I have a problem #I HOPE THIS INSPIRES SOMEONE #FOR A FIC #WHATEVER #LOL

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The Funny Tricks of Time (Slipping Through My Fingers)

Posted on ao3

7K words, E

Ambreigns/Romox

Reunion, kayfabe compliant, makeup sex

Against all odds, Jon Moxley ends up in the same random city as Roman, some random Friday night. He should let it go, let the past become the past. He should.

This is for @taydaq who convinced me to start writing again with a single comment, lmao I really hope you like it!!!

#roman reigns #ambreigns #dean ambrose #jon moxley #romox #bitty writes #my fics #wwe #aew

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jxtina-86 · 1 year

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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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oplishin · 8 months

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God, not to be this fucked up over the Shield in 2023, but the way people write about them actively makes me insane? Like the 3 of them as soulmates, but not in a good, healthy way, in a way where they intimately know each other and will forever orbit each other whether they want to or not- either as enemies or lovers or any fucked up shade in between. Whatever their relationship currently is, they are giving it 100% because they can’t not when they’re around each other. They can’t get away from each other, and they can never totally want to. No one else knows them well enough to hurt or love them as much as each other. It’s fucking crazy out here.

#truly if this story happened in any other medium I think my mutuals would fucking love it #but yk. it is what it is #wwe #the shield #seth rollins #dean ambrose #roman reigns #i need to write fic so bad I just have so much going on right now 😭#im pinning this because i need my mutuals to understand why i am like this #jeta posting

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wrestlersownmyheart · 1 month

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

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

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

Prologue/Chapter 1

Evil Is Born…

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

~Dennis Rader (BTK Killer)~

Being born was the biggest mistake I ever made.

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

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

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

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

But not for very long.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was going to kill my wife.

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

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

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

Barbed wire—even better.

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

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

SMACK.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That hurts, huh?"

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

Finally I was free. I could start over.

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

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

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

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

Why Albany?

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

And I did for a while.

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

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

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

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

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

And then it hit me—this was it!

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

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

One whore at a time.

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

I just had to find my way in...

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

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

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

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

I need dark-haired women.

Blondes and redheads are not going to work.

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

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

This is my art.

And art takes practice...

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