#sheamus wwe imagine

[sulfurz]

ೃ༄ MEANT TO BE YOURS (sheamus x fem!reader)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: sheamus x fem!reader

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: @lambofjudgement

now that I've finished screaming about how much I love your writing I have a request (to fill out your masterlist a little bit) for sheamus jealousy fluff? where the f!reader's been teaming with the brawling brutes for a while and when they're feuding with Imperium the Imperium tries to convince her she's too good for them? Maybe before they're together, where he's trying to convince her to stay by being extra nice and thoughtful or overprotectiveness of "his girl" that he lets slip accidentally? whichever route you take will be awesome I'm sure of it! <3

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: um idk like?!?! possessiveness ig??? sheamus is just hot n y/n fancies him

ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 2.6k😳

ೃ༄ NOTE: UMMMM can u tell i got carried away……. i love sheamus sm i met him once and he is genuinely the sweetest guy in the world so a stephen request ????? i am in heaven pls enjoy

in theory, the moment you saw the camera you should have known something was coming.

it was one of those peaceful saturday nights on raw, a rare evening where you didn’t have a match to be a part of in any shape or form. you were simply enjoying the energy backstage as you could hear the crowd thrumming beyond the walls, watching matches that didn’t involve you on the monitor. management had requested you come along for some segments, so you were somewhat on guard, but the most you expected was an interview with renee.

you did not expect for the imperium to trudge towards you, trailed by a camera man as they came over with their proposition.

“are you ready to be on the losing side again?” gunther asked, trailed by his lackeys sad they stopped before you, circling like hyenas on the prowl.

you could only cross your arms in defence. “what makes you so sure we’ll lose?”

ludwig laughed from his leader’s left side, an air of certainess to his posture. “oh come on, y/n. you know as much as we do. you’re too good for those brutes, pardon the pun.”

the brutes in question being the stable you had taken on under your management. the brawling brutes were a separate endeavour to your solo career, but it was no secret the group had thrived under your care. if you had been coerced into joining in the first place by a particularly charming irish man, no one would have to know, either. it just so happened your management were looking for another way to push you, and acting as manager for such a powerful stable seemed like a dream when that opportunity fell in your lap.

but of course, once you proved to yourself and the rest of the wwe universe that you knew how to handle yourself both inside and outside of the ring, it wasn’t long before others tried to hunt you down. the brawling brutes were gaining power quicker than a steamroller, and of course people would give anything to stop them in their tracks.

“and what’s in it for me? if i betray them?” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, playing up to the camera, but asking more for your own gain than anything.

“unprecedented power, y/n. sweet, sweet power.” gunther added, motioning for the rest of his stable to follow as he began to walk away. “think about it, you’ll make the right decision.”

—

you gave a knock to the men’s dressing room door, a telltale shout of ‘decent’ giving away exactly who was in there — his accent certainly stood out amongst most.

pushing open the door, you were met by one single figure hanging back, but the man you needed to see. sheamus was standing there as decent as decent could be for a wwe superstar. it made you blush slightly, but you couldn’t quite understand why. you were used to going arm in arm with the man weekly when he was in nothing more than tight underwear and body oil — yet seeing him standing, clad in nothing but sweats, felt more intimate than before.

“heya, sweetheart.” he mused, charming as ever even when his in ring persona was lessened by the absence of cameras. “missed me that much?”

you rolled your eyes fondly, giving a light shove to his shoulder as you passed to take your place on a bench nearby. “don’t flatter yourself.”

sheamus grinned, a secondary emotion that you couldn’t place flashing past his eyes momentarily. he would never relent, and whilst you always had a rebuttal on the tip of your tongue, you wouldn’t deny how you were consistently forced to turn away, mainly so the man couldn’t see the reddening of your cheeks.

as the leader of the brawling brutes, it was sheamus who you came into contact with the most, and the two of you had built an interesting dynamic over the past few months. he had never hidden his affections for you in the ring, always jumping at an opportunity to be by your side, but you had foolishly put this down to his character, and never thought much of it. he was a naturally charming man, wildly different from everyone else in the roster, and it would have been easy to fall for someone like that. so, aware he was simply just being a character, you shut yourself down to every attempt to place that charm on you, not allowing the possibility for heartbreak.

“i had an interesting conversation today.” you commented quietly, crossing one leg over the other as you watched sheamus ruffle his wet hair from the shower with a towel (bright pink, and strangely familiar? was that a little decal of a flower? where did he get your towel from????). “let’s just say the last thing i was expecting today was to be accosted by imperium.”

sheamus stopped his drying motions immediately, hands coming back down to his side. “imperium? what the hell are they doing? trying to intimidate you?”

you hummed, considering how to approach this. “quite the opposite. in fact, they’ve got it into their minds that i’d be better off by their side, instead of yours.”

then, sheamus barked out a laugh and returned to his prior movements, seemingly unconcerned by the initial offer from your opponents. “well, can’t fault them for trying. as if they’re worthy of you.”

you stayed silent, watching as your friend and in ring partner raided his gym bag in search of a shirt.

“i mean. they’re not wrong when they suggest my style fits theirs slightly better. when i’m on my own i think anyone would have put me with them over you guys.”

silence met you, and when you glanced at sheamus, he wasn’t even looking in your direction. too focused on untangling his shirt straps. for a moment you thought, if that was how much he cared, then you might just take imperium up on their offer—

“you really think that?” sheamus asked darkly, not sparing a glance to his side.

shrugging, you added “i mean, we don’t know for certain but, what have you exactly got to offer me in terms of furthering my career?”

sheamus barked a laugh, but it was void of any humour. “i could list a million reasons why you suit us, sweetheart. how many do you want?”

you raised an eyebrow, his tone rattling straight through you. he was intimidating when he wanted to be, and it was clear that on stage persona was blurring with the man behind the camera for just a second.

“stephen.” you offered as warning, rarely choosing to use superstars’ real names unless the moment required it.

he spun quickly, taking one look at you before any of that hardness slipped away from his features and he was back to looking at you with a level of respect and awe.

“you’ve seen what we can do with you by our sides, y/n. you’re a warrior in and out of the ring. imperium don’t want to further your career, they want to use you for their own benefit.” he took a moment to pull the shirt over his head, before making his way to sit beside you. there was a couple of feet between your positions, but somehow the distance felt even greater.

you hummed, contemplating for just a second. “and? isn’t that what you’re doing? using me for your own benefit?”

when sheamus spoke again, there wasn’t the harshness in his tone like there was before, replaced by the sound of honey dripping off of every word. “we’ve never used you. sure, there’s no denying we’re better with you by our side, but you did all that. imperium want to use you as a pretty show piece, but to us you’re our lifeline.”

you smiled everso slightly, more having to fight the upturn of your lips than anything. “sure you don’t just like a hot woman on your arm every night?”

your stable mate grinned, playfulness returning to the air as he buttered you up. “sure, that’s a bonus, sweetheart. but you’re so much more than that.”

if your heart fluttered slightly at the tone he used, deep and rooted with genuineness, you wouldn’t tell anyone. that was a secret for you to keep.

“you’re a fool if you think we only want you to make us look good.” sheamus began again, shameless as he reached across the space between your bodies, brushing a stray strand of your hair away from your face and behind your ear. another flutter of your heart, this time more like a whisper of wind. “imperium want you to be their arm candy, we want you to be our soul. half the stuff we do wouldn’t be possible without you. you’re one of the strongest women in the roster right now, and that’s not just opinion but a fact, and it’s an honour getting to prove that. you can hold your own, hey, you can be even better, amongst the men, and i think that says everything.”

“you think that highly of me?” you asked, half jokingly, half from a place of needing reassurance. it was easy to doubt yourself amongst so many powerful opponents. “you’re already fighting pretty hard to get me to stay and i barely said anything.”

“you said enough for me to know i don’t want them getting their hands on you.” sheamus muttered, and suddenly the gap between the two of you seemed much smaller than before. “i won’t let them take my girl away that easily.”

your eyes widened at the same time his own demeanour cracked, both noticing the slip of tongue at the same time. again, you were used to the flirting the irish man undertook in the ring, and half of the time outside of it, but any semblance that those layers ran deeper than just kayfabe and your head was in a spin.

another knock at the door brought you out of the moment, a staff member poking his head in to let the two of you know they were closing up soon.

so with a few last goodbyes, you parted ways, this time with a new feeling of confusion in your chest. it was no longer the question of whether the brawling brutes wanted you more than the imperium, but now whether sheamus wanted you more than you wanted to leave.

—

after the segments on the show the week prior, it was no shock when the brawling brutes had one of their promos cut by the imperium themselves. you had expected it really, but it didn’t make the image of the four men wandering down the ramp towards the ring any less intimidating.

you stood just by the curtain of the ring, watching in concern as predator stalked their prey. you could see imperiums eyes on you, and you knew sheamus had noticed too, for he seemed to step in between their view of you protectively.

“well if it isn’t our favourite manager and her lackeys.” gunter began, practically toe to toe with sheamus as they stood leader against leader. “have you given any thought to our little conversation last week, y/n?”

before you could even react, sheamus was speaking on your behalf. “she doesn’t want to run around with little boys, she wants to stick with the men.”

gunther only chuckled into the mic, not quick enough to give his own response before giovanni was adding in himself, “if she wants men, she’s with the wrong team.”

“i wonder, if we asked her now, who’d she’s choose?” gunther challenged, the crowd hollering for you to join the conversation.

“stop fooling yourself, gunther, it’s getting embarrassing—“

sheamus was cut off by gunther once more “why don’t we let the little lady speak for herself?”

if the imperium wanted brownie points, they certainly weren’t getting them speaking about you like that. sheamus seemed to think the same, if the way his fists clenched had anything to do with it. he didn’t seem happy about it, but turned to offer you a hand to climb in the ring nonetheless.

you took his offer of help, jumping inside and trying to ignore how you were sure he was squeezing your hand just a little harder than usual. he seemed reluctant to even let go, but dropped the contact only when butch offered you his own mic to join the chorus.

the outcome of this promo was up to you, your manager had made sure that you knew that fact. he was prepared to damage control whichever side you chose, but how was the moment, and you were more unsure than ever. one look at imperium had you wanting to change allegiance. for all the talk about their true intentions, you knew one thing for certain, and that was imperiums power. they were a force to be reckoned with, and having gunther as an ally? that could do wonders for your career both in the stable and in your own solo endeavours.

yet, as you glanced to your side, seeing how sheamus watched you with uncertainty, the decision began to unblur.

he hadn’t spoken to you since the little dialogue mishap in the locker room. you had, at first, thought maybe he was disgusted by his own words, wishing he could take them back out of sheer unhappiness — but when you looked at him now, you could see past sheamus, and just see stephen, and you realised everything he had said was true.

“sheamus over here seems to have gotten it into his head that your allegiance to him is stronger than your want for success.” gunther’s menacing tone brought you out of your realisation, and you turned back to see how the man towered over you. “but you and i know better, don’t we, y/n? you’re a strong woman, you’ll make the right decision.”

a deep breath. “you’re right gunther.” a gasp echoed throughout the crowd as you seemingly made your decision to turn sides. the man in question watched you with a sly smirk, thinking his plan had worked. “my want for success is stronger than anything. so, i have to choose the side i know will get me there.”

you could practically feel the panicked looks of the brawling brutes, and when you turned to hand butch his microphone back, the expressions of betrayal were just as expected — especially from one particular redhead.

taking a step back, you made to stand with the imperium, facing your other stable-mates as the crowd shouted all sorts of nonsense directed at you, surely horrified by your abandonment. you waited a second, revelling in the reaction and allowing the imperium to glow in what they thought was a victory, before in one swift motion, you landed a back elbow straight into gunther’s stomach.

the crowd cheered again, and you wasted no time in stepping back across the ring to sheamus’ side, the grin creeping across the man’s face larger than you had ever seen before.

as you joined back by his side, he didn’t bother removing the microphone from his lips as he solidified his comment from the week prior. “that’s my girl.”

for once, you didn’t think about consequences, not caring that this wasn’t part of the plan or even prior discussed by the two of you — you knew he wanted it as badly as you by now. so, in one swift motion, coupled with a whisper of ‘your girl’, you grabbed sheamus by the back of the neck and pulled him down to crash your lips together.

if the shout from the rest of the brawling brutes was loud in your ear, the screams of the audience were practically deafening, but you barely focused on the reaction as sheamus dropped the microphone he held to the floor in favour of grabbing ahold of your waist.

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[rhodesrider]

Learning

Drew M. x Little! Black! Fem Reader (Ft. Uncle! Sheamus)

SFW! Age Regression! 18+!

Word Count: 745

~

“My Queen! The knights are attacking your towers! What do we do?!”

Y/N looked around and got out her sword trying to protect her fort, but it was too late. The fort came down and she pouted starting to cry. Drew the knight in shining armor, went to go get her and gave the evil eye at Sheamus that knew he fucked up. “Dude you weren’t suppose to destroy the fort!” Drew said. “Uncle shemi why did you do that?” Y/N started to cry more upset. “Oh gosh darlin’ I’m sorry. My foot slipped.” Sheamus hugged her saying sorry a bunch of times. “No I don’t forgive you!” Y/N as you can tell is in her little space, and Sheamus was chilling with Drew having a drink till he asked her Daddy to play. Sheamus is still new to her being a little but he’s learning, it’s like having fun with a kid.

“Babydoll come on now you can’t forgive me at all?” Sheamus asked with a sweet voice. Y/N turned around and crossed her arms. Sheamus looked at Drew for help but he shrugged seeing if he can figure it out on his own. “Oh god mi heart…” he grabbed his chest dramatically. Y/N turned around and gasped going to him to help him. “Gosh darlin, I guess your powers are too strong..” Drew watched the scene trying to see what what going on. “Uncle what powers?” She asked confused and worried. “Your powers that strike down anyone that take your kingdom away but I swear it was an innocent my queen.” He pleaded. “I didn’t mean to..” she pouted. “It’s alright darlin, but there is a way to cure me!” Y/Ns eyes lit up. “Accept my apologies my queen , and I’ll take ya for ice cream.” She nodded quick. “Uncle shemi I forgive you!” He got back up dramatically and smiled picking her up hugging her, facing drew smirking taking this as a victory. “Now let’s go lass, how’s about some cookies and cream. My treat. Think of it as the enemy giving a truce.” She nodded. Sheamus smiled and fixed her tiara going to the kitchen with her. “I feel abandoned!” Drew said and Y/N got down from the island in the middle of the kitchen, getting Drew’s hand and he sat with her for ice cream.

~

After a while, Y/N was sleep on the couch, Drew put her weighted blanket over her smiling. Both Drew and Sheamus went to the other room with talk some. “How long have you been with Y/N again?” Sheamus asked sipping on the drink Drew poured. “Oh like 2 years, why?” “When she told you about this little space thing, how did you react?” Drew looked at Sheamus smiling. “Well, I was unsure about it. But I love her. So I learned about it, took a class on insta-“ “There’s a bloody class?!” Sheamus asked and Drew shushed him to keep it down. “Yea you would be surprised a lot of people helped me to understand, it was private too so I didn’t have to worry about fucking reported up my ass about this. What Y/N does is private in this house hold.”

Sheamus nodded understanding. “She has one little friend that’s it.” “Who?” “Judgement Days little hound..” Drew sighed. Sheamus blinked. “That little fucker Nicole?” He nodded. “She’s been there little for a minute. Dominik is the only one she doesn’t like.” They laughed some. “Why does she do it?”

Drew sighed and looked at her as she was sound asleep. “People hurt that poor lass. And she grew up too fast. You know the other day I got her a bratz doll. Those dolls from like the 2000s, I got her four and she was crying. They are right above her vanity in my room. She never had one. And I fulfilled that. I felt good when I did.” He smiled. “Good on you brother. What about when she acts out? Like does she have tantrums? Just throws fits.” Drew sighed nodding. “She does and it’s a struggle. But I got this.” He smirked pulling out a tally counter. “A counter?” “When she hears clicks she straightens up.” He smirked. “Got it from Balor.”

Y/N started to wake up but not as a little, as her usual self. She yawned and rubbed her eyes taking off the tiara looking at the time getting up getting her laptop. “Hey babygirl, you had a nice nap?” Drew asked. “Yea I did. Um imma go finish up my work and turn in these assignments…” she yawned again going upstairs to handle her business. “And that’s another thing, it’s not all the time. It’s just when she needs it.” Drew smiles going back in the living room and cleaning her toys and stuffed animals taking the fort down. “She gets stressed she ask, or sometimes when she has a nightmare she goes into it, either way I’ll be there for her.” Drew smiles finishing up. He texts her did she want any snacks while she studied. “Well I’m glad I’m a uncle for her.” He smiled. “Thank you and you’re awesome for learning more about her regression brother.” Drew smiles as Sheamus got his keys heading out. “You call me if you need a sitter.” He smiled and Drew let him out.

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[scoupstastuwu]

Shooting stars

"Im cold."

"Why didn't you bring a jacket dumbass?"

"Well I didn't think it would be this cold"

they frowned shivering a bit.

"I'm not giving you mine"

"I didn't say I wanted it"

Y/n honestly thought Sheamus would be a gentleman and give them his jacket but of course he was stubborn.

"Why are we even outside again?"

"Shooting stars"

"Right"

"Your really lucky I like you enough to be here"

"You like me?"

"Unfortunately"

Sheamus chuckled finally taking off his jacket and wrapping it around y/n.

"I don't want it"

"Dont be stubborn babe"

" you said you wouldn't give it me"

"I was joking and I wanted you to suffer a bit"

He smiled and placed a kiss on them.

"Next time I wouldn't give you it"

"Sure sure" y/n smiled looking up at the sky

"Should we go? I don't think we'll be able to see them"

Although y/n really wanted to go home. they couldn't bare seeing Sheamus sad

"No let's wait a few more minutes what if we miss it!"

...

"Look! I told you we would miss it if we left!"

Sheamus looked over seeing that y/n eyes were shut

"Are you really making a wish?"

"Obviously isn't that the whole point"

"What did you wish?"

"It wouldn't come true if I tell you!"

"Come on just tell me"

"No!......but I'm pretty happy you dragged me out here"

♡ <- masterlist

Yes im using a Stayc divider 🧍🏽

I honestly kind of like this one so I decided to post it on here too :)

I think this is the first time I've posted a wwe story outside of my wattpad

☆ <- got the divider from here :) (stayc one I found on pinterest)

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[dirtywrestling]

Hi! Can you do a Sheamus x male reader where they have rough sex in the locker room after reader confesses to sheamus he has a crush on him? Bottom reader please

Pairing: Sheamus x Male!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Minors DNI, Bottom!Male!Reader, Locker Room sex, Smut

Commission Requests: Open!

Imagine Requests: Open!

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You were glad you opened your mouth when you did. You were glad that you split your dirty little secret to Sheamus, alone in the locker room. "I like you, okay!" Was all it took for Sheamus to pin you against the wall and have his way.

Your grunts echoed throughout the small locker room as Sheamus was pressed up behind you, his large cock hitting all the tight places in your tight ass. "Fuck, gonna make me come already." Sheamus hissed, his large cock head was red on the tip, his heavy balls smacked against your cheeks with each thrust, ready to be emptied.

"Been that long, huh?" You teased only to hiss lowly as Sheamus gripped your hair, tugging your head back.

"Only good boys deserve my come, are you a good boy?" Sheamus' lips brushed against your neck.

"Yes, yes I'm a good boy." You whimpered feeling Sheamus' large hand wrapped around your aching cock, pressed against your stomach and the wall you were pinned against.

"Then start acting like it." The filthy sound of him thrusting into you faster and deeper erupted throughout the room.

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[legit9thlunaticwarrior]

he grew on me, im not sorry aboot it. why do i feel like this got hella long?

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‘Stargazer’ Ridge Holland (Luke) x fem!reader

^after his call up to the main roster, pete introduces reader to his new allies^

- sheamus (stephen) - shot in the dark but im guessing his eyes are somewhere between green and hazel. im going with hazel for the sake of my sanity - im an perpetually anxious person so reader is too, just bare with me - time is an illusion  - a happy place of mine is the great state of vermont so imma use it. im not from there but i got people i love there. *FAKE PARK NAME* - “donna, how the fuck did you manage to put a size thing in a fluff fic?” shhhhhhhhhh

Y/N POV:

Through working in the wardrobe department for WWE and by association, NXT, I met my best friend, Pete. At this point in our friendship, he was more like my brother. When he told me he was going to the main roster for SmackDown and wanted me to do his gear, I was over the moon. He had worked so hard and is getting the run he deserves. He had pulled some strings so I could be there for his debut.

I waited with him in the gorilla as he wanted me to meet his stable-mates. I was always anxious when meeting new people but I knew they would be good people if they were aligned with Pete. I fixed my black skirt and retucked the ‘Bruiserweight’ shirt into it. When I turned around to say something to Pete, I walked into a hard chest “Oh my God. I am so sorry.” I frantically apologized. I looked up to see a tall man with the most beautiful hazel eyes, a cute scruffy beard, dressed in grey slacks, dress shoes, a blazer, and a cap covering his head. The last thing I noticed was my hands on his bare chest. Pulling them away, “Sorry I should have been paying attention-” “Don’t worry love. You must be Y/N.” Way to go on a first impression. “Y/N? Hey you’re the one that made my Royal Rumble gear, aren’t ya?” Another man spoke up; this one I knew. “Yeah, that’s me. Great to see you Stephen.” The handsome wall I walked into had yet to tell me his name. I looked over at him and he was staring at me, leading Stephen to elbow him. “I’m Luke.” he took my hand, kissing the back of it making my face heat up, “What a gentleman you are. Sorry about before. Again.” “Well if you wanted to make it up to me, how about a date after the show?” he said smoothly with a wink. “Y-yes. I would love to!” Stephen laughed, “Don’t make her nervous, Ridgie.” Then Pete came over to the three of us, “I see you’ve met Y/N, lads?” “Someone is already putting the moves on her.” Pete looked at Luke then me. “You know she is like my sister, right? Treat her right, or you’ll never wrestle again.” “Pete!” I scolded. Luke just nodded. They were told it was time to go out so I hugged Pete and told Stephen and Luke good luck. Not without a wink and “See you for our date, love.” from Luke; there was something about him calling me ‘love’ that made my butterflies erupt in my tummy and my heart beat faster. Kayla brought me back to reality, “You and Ridge Holland? I like it.” 

I was talking to Kayla as I waited for the three men to return from their locker room. I noticed her look over my shoulder and smirk then I felt a tap on my shoulder, “You still up for that date?” I nodded and bit my lip as I twirled my hair around my finger. This time he wasn’t shirtless: he was dressed in jeans, basic t-shirt with a leather jacket and sneakers. He somehow looks more handsome. I hugged Kayla goodbye and Luke led me to his rental. He opened the car door for me and even waited until I was buckled to close it. Never had that happen before, I thought. When he got in the driver's seat I had to ask, “Where are we going?” “Well, I actually had asked Pete and he said you were a stargazer. He also told me this is your home state. ‘Louise Creek’ sound familiar?” I couldn’t even articulate how happy I was; my only reaction was reaching over to hug him. “That park means, everything to me. I can’t thank you enough.” “You don’t have to thank me.” 

Having been to this park my whole life, I knew exactly where to go so you could see the moon and the stars perfectly. He opened the door for me to get out and he laid a blanket over the hood of the car. Being much shorter than him, he lifted me by my hips to sit on the blanket, soon taking a seat next to me; us both laying back with his arms wrapped around me. “When I was younger, my friends and I would ride our bikes down here. We’d skip rocks, tightrope walk over fallen trees, even catch frogs in that river down there. I brought one home one day, her name was Wally. Oh you should have seen the look on my mom’s face! I guess begging worked because she let me keep her for a while.” I reminisced. He chuckled, “How’d you know it was a girl? And why Wally?” “I was into science and animals. I was like nine; it seemed like a cool name.” I shrugged. 

We stayed there just looking at the night sky and talking, learning about each other, until I sat up and pointed at something. “Look! A shooting star, make a wish.” Please kiss me. “What did you wish for?” I nudged him, “I can’t tell you or it won’t come true.” “Who made that rule?” I looked up at him “Because this was my wish~” he lifted my chin gently and kissed me softly. My hand went to his cheek in response. When we pulled away, “Well I guess we wished for the same thing.” I whispered. “Cheeky girl.” I couldn’t tell if it was the adrenaline from what just happened or the growing chill in the air but I couldn’t help but shiver. He seemed to notice and wrapped me in his leather jacket that we had our heads on previously. “You look so pretty in my jacket, love.” 

It was time for us to go so as he put the blanket back in the car, I leaned over the bar that separated the parking area from a small hill; thanking all my lucky stars for this night. I felt Luke’s hands on my hips and he planted a kiss to the top of my head. “How would you say our first date went?” I turned my head to look at him, “I’m glad you said ‘first’. I had an amazing time Luke. Thank you.” He turned me to face him as his hands went under the jacket to find their place on my lower back, “Y/N, you don’t have to keep thanking me. Plus, the other part of my wish came true.” I tilted my head confused “What’s that?” “Getting to see the most beautiful woman in my favorite leather.” I hummed, “Maybe another star will fall and we can wish for me to get tossed into a storyline? I can wear it while I watch you kick ass in the ring.” He smiled “You are way too cute to be the bad guy, my love.” I blushed, “Now I’m your love?” “Only if you want to.” My answer was in the form of a kiss with nothing but passion behind it. When we pulled away, his hazel eyes seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. “The answer is yes, Luke.” 

~The Next Morning~ 

When I got up the next morning I saw all the notifications from Instagram. Luke had tagged me in a post? I opened it to see a gorgeously taken picture of me when I was leaning over the bars. 

ridgewwe Found something more beautiful than the moon 🐸

His nod to Wally made me smile even more. I checked my text messages to see one from him:

My Gentleman: Hope you slept well princess. I’m sorry we couldn’t stay the night together. Pete and Stephen would never leave us alone. If you don’t have plans, dinner at 7?

Y/N: they are quite nosey. i’d love to! don’t be late!

My Gentleman: Wouldn’t dream of it my love

~~~~~~~

lovely taglist babes (dm or comment to be added) @josiewrites​ @rubyred1980 @chrisdickinson @night-of-the-living-shred @xkennyxomegax

#donna writes #wwe #ridge holland #luke menzies #ridge holland x reader #ridge holland oneshot #ridge holland fanfiction #ridge holland imagine #wwe x reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe imagine #sheamus #pete dunne #not me smacking myself in the face trying to stay awake #donna is in love with ridge holland

[bird-likes-to-fandom]

I WOULD LIKE TO HEAR ABOUT FRANK (oceans homelife makes me so sad and I love every second of it)

Okay!! His full name is Frank O'Connell and he's Ocean's maternal uncle!

He has a sister and a brother, Rebecca and William.

I imagine Frank is the most "normal" out of all of them? Like their parents were really strict and catholic and also rich, meaning they were hard on their kids. His older brother William thrived in that environment and sort of became a Mini version of them, while middle child Rebecca absolutely crumbled and swore a personal oath to never become like her parents, and Frank turned out normal for the most part. He's got a healthy amount of distaste for his parents and he definitely went to therapy for a bit, but he's got a good head on his shoulders.

They're Irish! O'Connell is an Irish surname. Frank has red hair like his grandparents, but his parents and siblings have brown hair. Ocean can thank the O'Connell side of the family for her gingerness.

Frank is Deaf and went to a school for the deaf as a child because his parents had the money! He's very involved in the Deaf Community and married his high school sweetheart. He has three kids, a daughter around two years younger than Ocean and twin boys who are five years younger than her. They all sign, obviously, and when Ocean meets them and she knows ASL because of Ricky, everyone is so delighted.

Frank is more sympathetic to his sister than anyone else in the family. He tried really hard to get through to her, but eventually he just stopped when it was clear she wouldn't listen. He loves Ocean, though. She's his favorite niece!

He lives in a big city! He went to Uranium once to find out if his sister still lived there after years of not speaking with her, and that's when Ocean found out (at age sixteen) that she had family other than her parents. In my some of my AUs, he's just a present figure in her life that she loves bc then it interferes with canon and who she is as a person, but in the flowershop/animal shelter/coffee shop AU, he took custody of her when she was ten after her parents got arrested!

i love him sm, thank you for sending this ask!! i love talking about my hcs and the kids' home lives/families.

i imagine he looks a bit like Sheamus from WWE? His skin is a bit tanner and he had lighter hair, plus more wrinkles and freckles, but same face shape kind of??

#ocean brings the choir to meet him and his family bc they're her family now #frank's sons LOVE ricky #ocean o'connell rosenberg #rtc #ride the cyclone #bird likes to perch on the mailbox #rtc ocs #<- i guess? #ride the cyclone oc

[inagetawaycarxo]

Hey, I’m a huge fan of your writing! Will you ever do requests for Pete Dunne, Sheamus, Cameron Grimes, Sami Zayn, Baron Corbin, or Noam Dar? Also would you be interested in paid commissions for ABCs, Imagines, short stories for any of the above NXT/WWE guys?

Hiya,

Aw thank you that means a lot

I might start writing for edge, baron, pete and Sami.

I have never really thought of it since I really don’t own any of the wrestlers yeah the writing is mine but I feel guilty for gaining money if that makes sense!

#asks #answered #spookycat-13

[oplishin]

shield marathon: february 2013

somehow, i'm backlogged!! and i don't remember what any of my notes are about so i'll just put the most interesting ones:

my favorite part of this thusfar is seeing their little tag strategies develop and be used over and over again

this was still before they found roman a vest that looks good on him. i can't believe they managed to make him look weird and awkward, he is a large hot buff man as previously established

roman likes petting seth like a dog. this is good

first month they got a live mic, dean is good at talking. seth and roman are NOT. although "john, you fail everyday you get up and exist" is a HILARIOUS line from Seth

here's a baaaad sheamus face

they keep running away. it's good. i want them carnally

they were on screen so frequently even though they weren't doing much, it's like wwe were scared we would forget about them

Elimination chamber

it's weird seeing the shield in the heel corner LOL

dean loses his shirt. and then puts it back on

the ending to this match is very fun (ryback picks seth up, roman spears ryback so seth can immediately fall into the pin)

anyway

ryback's theme was called meat on the table, which made me imagine a very cursed remix with roman's head of the table

I love that romans’ “im a big guy whos gonna hit you” shit talking is completely ineffective against sheamus, who is in fact a bigger guy

seth takes the first of many, many MANY rkos

#shield marathon #jrestling

[munatarswrestlingassociationrp]

Justin Roberts: "This bout is set for one fall with a 20 minute time limit! Introducing first, from Fairfield, Connecticut, weighing 300 pounds... "The Blueprint", Matt Morgan!"

Jim Cornette: "And, folks, I gotta tell you, I do not like the chances of the guy in the ring right now! What he's going against is a genuine seven foot genetic freak!"

Justin Roberts: "His opponent, already in the ring, from Fontana, California... Joey Divine!"

Jim Ross: "And you may be right, Cornette, as the bell rings, and Morgan, already with that huge Carbon Footprint to Joey Divine! Sending him to the ropes now... oh, and some huge shots from the seven foot giant, just whipping Joey Divine like a government mule!"

Jerry Lawler: "I can't even imagine what it'd feel like to take a punch from someone like that!"

Jim Ross: "Discus Lariat and down goes Joey Divine! Morgan with the cover, 1... 2... oh, but Morgan decides he wants to do some more damage!"

Jerry Lawler: "Good grief... just let it end mercifully, please!"

Jim Ross: "Morgan, now picking up Divine and throwing him back into the corner... oh, and the elbow shots thrown repeatedly at Joey Divine! Morgan looking like a man unglued as he pummels Divine relentlessly!"

Jim Cornette: "He's got all the looks and all the talent! Now he just needs to use it!"

Jim Ross: "Morgan, now signaling it's time for the Hellevator! Lifting up Divine... and just holding him there, letting the blood flow right to his head! Boy, King, that kind of thing'll make you loopy just watching it!"

Jerry Lawler: "I'd feel sick in half that time, let me tell you!"

Jim Ross: "And Morgan dropping down Divine with the Hellevator! This is it, folks! He's calling for the end! Waiting for Divine to get up... and drops him down with another Carbon Footprint! That's gotta be it, folks! Cover, 1... 2... 3! Thanks for coming, Joey Divine!"

Justin Roberts: "The winner of this match-"

Jim Ross: "And what's this? Morgan just snatched the mic away from Justin Roberts!"

"For far too long, I've waited... waited for my opportunity at the spotlight! Well, I ain't waiting no more! Look at me: I'm the most genetically jacked, athletically stacked giant in professional wrestling, and yet I've never so much as held the World Title? Well, that all changes here and now! The Blueprint is here, and everyone in that MWA locker room, consider yourself on notice! You've just awakened a sleeping giant-"

Jerry Lawler: "That's... the theme of the Celtic Warrior, Sheamus!"

Jim Cornette: "The hell’s he coming out here for?"

"Hate to interrupt you, fella, but I couldn't help but hear you flapping your gums. It made me wonder, how long have you been out of the wrestling business? I don't know if you know who I am, so let me give you a brief introduction: I'm Sheamus. People around the wrestling world refer to me as the Celtic Warrior! I've been kicking arse and taking names for over a decade now in the WWE, even long after you retired from wrestling for good? Now you come back and say you're gonna take the spotlight? No, no, no, that's not how this works, fella! You want the limelight, you're gonna have to take it from those that were working long after you had stopped, fella!"

"You must think I'm some kind of idiot if you thought I wasn't prepared for that! You want me to go through the people that kept working after I retired? How about I start with your pasty ass, "Sheamus"?"

Jim Ross: "This would honestly be an interesting matchup. Big man versus big man, Brogue Kick versus Carbon Footprint."

"I wouldn't be a warrior if I backed away from a challenge, now, would I? Come get some, then! I'll knock your arse right back into retirement, fella!" Sheamus gets into the ring and the two stare each other down, creating the tension for a future confrontation in the ring.

#the blueprint: matt morgan #the celtic warrior: sheamus #Youtube

[dani-the-mark]

A Slept-On Review: WWE Smackdown 8/27/22

Ricochet vs Happy Corbin

First thing first: Richochet deserves better. He’s so flippy he should keep doing that forever. Beyond the talent seen in this match alone, I’d rather not see Corbin on TV at all, but he should be nowhere near each other on the roster. Pre-first commercial, Corbin’s most interesting contribution is foddering for the elbow puns on commentary. After the said commercial, Ricochet gets thrown around including a slam into the announce table. Admittedly, I did like that this match was very well paced. Each opponent got a larger segment in the beginning before flipping offense towards the second half. In the end, Ricochet wins with a shooting star press.

Post-match, Pat uses the telestrator to show how down and out Corbin has once again become. Pat should be given screen drawing telestrator privileges forever.

Various Mini Segments 

We get a small but exciting backstage segment where Hit Row and Street Profits align themselves. 

Also, there is a video package, the first of two, for Drew ahead of Clash at the Castle. We get a look back at his indie career and first WWE run. Drew used to be so (comparatively) tiny! He also brings up his emotions on losing that first WWE contract and the death of his mother, which as a fellow member of the Dead Mom Club ™, I was about ready to sob.

Carrion Cross is also creepy in the rafters (or at least very high up in seating), but there’s nothing much new to see there. 

Nikki A.SH & Doudrop vs Sonya Deville & Natayla vs Dana Brooke & Tamina vs Shotzi & Xia Lee

That's a mouthful. Hey, WWE, can we get some formal names for these tag teams, please?

Gigi Dolin of Toxic Attraction is injured, so we have a fatal four-way to determine who will be taking their spot in the tournament, comprised of previously eliminated teams. Now, I know why Alexa and Asuka weren't included coming off of their alignment with Trish, but I still think they should have been. If for no other reason, because I love them. Nikki and Xia started this match, but quickly poor Nikki gets run over by almost everyone else as they tag in. With this match having to get put together in a limited time, they did manage to get to the point rather quickly. Natalya and Sonya win by Sonya’s trademark scheming.

Sheamus Promo 

Gunther takes the chance to interrupt quickly. I guess “starting fights and drinking pints” from Sheamus was also too corny for him. In their back-and-forth, Sheamus lists off his accomplishments (really ruminating about his win against HHH), and Gunther makes it very clear that he doesn't care. Butch snaps at Ludwig, and they proceed to go at it while the competitors just stare. This reminded me a lot of those MMA stand-offs, and I imagine they will be using that image as long as they possibly can. 

Sami and The Bloodline Backstage 

The Usos once again attempt to keep Sami from Roman, but Roman allows him in. They review last week's altercation with Drew and Sami’s loss. In what appears to be officially using Sami as a meat shield, Roman decides to see how he can do against Drew properly later in the night 

Sonya Deville & Natayla vs Aliyah & Raquel Rodriguez 

Bayley and crew are here to watch once again. I was worried this is just filler, considering how the earlier match felt. We get a nice moment of Raquel, my love, holding Aliyah like a hurt baby after she was thrown from the ring. The wrestling itself was adequate but often overshadowed by Bayley on commentary the whole time. Most of it was spent bullying Micheal Cole, which was funny. To my relief, Aliyah and Raquel get the win. So it was still filler, but with the right result.

New Day Promo 

Xavier is in a wheelchair and I'm in tears. Kofi and he review their Viking funeral and hint that it may be a proper end for them. Full honesty, they had us locked in. Before they can finish. The Viking Raider’s come in to officially “put them down”. Xavier is wheeled into the corner, and Kofi is able to get the raiders away from the injured king, we have the reveal: kendo sticks in Xavier’s “injured” leg. The New Day gets a hint of revenge and a match is set up for next week. 

The New Day better not go anywhere. I was ready to throw up.

Maximum Male Models Backstage 

MMM is having a photo shoot in the parking garage because they are MMM. Unfortunately, a bus in the parking garage has decided to blast Hit Row's music. In their natural cheekiness, their solution is spray painting the bus. But it's not Hit Row's bus! It's the Street Profits bus! Now MMM actually has to wrestle the Street Profits, and I'm very excited. 

Also, do the profits have a bus? Nice.

Sami Zayn vs Drew McIntyre 

Sami is as slippery as ever, dodging and rolling out of the ring during the beginning of the match, but does eventually get his own offense in. Even if there is a clear power and size difference, Sami is starting to hold his own again. Then there’s a run-in from the Usos and I'm so confused. Do they actually help him? Do they actually like him? I’ve personally become lost in this plot. Are they doing this for their own benefit? And if so, what’s the benefit? Are they trying to make the meat shield tactic last as long as possible? WHAT’S THE GAME?

Anyway.

Sami gets the pinfall victory, which I’m quite happy about. Then, Roman joins his cousins and they just destroy Drew, including many chair shots. It’s brutal, and even a little scary. Roman is pissed. I loved his closing line, straight to the camera over Drew’s battered body: “I want someone to take this from me.”

Chills. 

#wwe results #wwenews #wwe wrestlers #wwe smackdown #wwe #smackdown #writing #a slept on review

[sulfurz]

ೃ༄ TWENTY TWENTY T’REE (sheamus x fem!reader)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: sheamus x fem!reader

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: anon

Can I have a one shot with sheamus where he’s kinda irritated and speaking loud and fast. Just ranting to his partner and he turns to see her trying not to laugh because she loves his strong accent

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: none (unless u count laughing at his accent. reader is gonna laugh at his accent)

ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 788

ೃ༄ NOTE: THIS IS VERY SHORT BUT as someone who is dating an irish person…. this is the story of my life don’t get me wrong my girlfriend is the loml but sometimes i do have to ask her to slow down. just read everything in an irish accent pls

you heard sheamus arrive home before you saw him. the telltale sound of a car door slamming in the driveway gave away how your boyfriend was most likely feeling, so you resigned yourself to readying the comfort as you finished up your work.

you were lazily thrown across the couch, laptop on your thighs as you flicked through spreadsheets for your job. no day off apparently.

as the door to your home opened, you could hear telltale irish muttering that the day hadn’t quite been everything he had wanted it to be. he seemed to kick his shoes off as opposed to place them on the rack neatly, if the banging against the hallway door was a good enough sign.

“i’m home.” then came a tired shout, and you chuckled to yourself at the obvious statement.

“no way.” was your sarcastic response, turning your head just in time to see your boyfriend appear through the doorway, wasting no time in shooting you a (hopefully) playful glare. “welcome home, love.”

for a moment, he cracked a smile through the layers of frustration, walking over to where you sat and leaning down just enough to peck your lips. his hair was still slightly damp from a shower at the training centre, the feeling of it touching your forehead making you shudder momentarily.

“how was training?” you felt vaguely like your were poking the bear, seeing the way his shoulders tensed at the question.

sheamus immediately jumped into busying himself around the room, unpacking his bag and putting everything back in its place. “it was a load of shite. boss man pulled me into his office not even half way t’rough, something about a new storyline that’s entirely bullshite if you ask me.”

you raised an eyebrow, allowing him to move around you as you formatted something on your spreadsheet, noting down a total at the bottom. “in what way?”

“they’re just not even trying t’ hide their favouritism now — got the most insane match cards lined up with winners ya wouldn’t even t’ink possible. half the guys in t’ locker room don’t like it, but we’ve gotta do what the boss man wants.”

you hummed noncommittally, typing something into your laptop as he continued in the background.

“i’m fed up at this point. we cannay even have a day these days, then i got put t’rough a table wrong in training, proper botched it and could barely get up for a second. i tell yous it’s gone to shite since the hey days, could do with a whole rebrand a’ this point but i don’t t’ink even tha’ could save us.”

by now, you were barely following what sheamus was saying. he had a habit of talking fast when annoyed, and this time was no exception, but coupled with your half focus — you wouldn’t deny you had lost entire understanding of what he said half way through. it was something you had noticed in the years you had been together; no matter how used to his accent you had gotten, he always got more irish the moment he was even slightly upset. unfortunately, the thicker accent coupled with the speed usually equaled y/n losing everything he was saying.

you had to chuckle to yourself as he went off again in the background, thankful he wasn’t looking in your direction as you tried to hide your amusement behind your hand.

“i dun’ even know their reasons for this one, i t’ink they’re just t’rowing shite out there now ‘nd hoping for the best. they used to give us reasons for whatever they did, but now it’s just ‘hey sheamus my man do this entirely unreasonably t’ing just for views even though it doesn’t match your character at all’, it’s— are you alright there?”

you glanced up to see sheamus looking straight at you, clearly having seen the way you were practically folded in on yourself in amusement.

trying to calm yourself down was worse, the laughter you were suppressing coming out in snorts by now. “i’m so— i’m so sorry! you’re-“ you hicupped “you’re just very irish.”

“no shite sherlock.” your boyfriend responded, but as you looked up at him, he was cracking a smile of his own, the frustrated expression he had worn before cracking in its facade “have i ever told you i hate yous?”

you giggled again, lying full on your side by now on the sofa. opening your arms, you beckoned him to come join you with a smile that he mirrored on his own face “many times. you never fail to remind me.”

sheamus cackled loudly, practically jumping on top of you as he peppered kisses along your cheeks. “wait till you meet my father.”

#✍🏻 requests : anon #wwe imagines #sheamus wwe #stephen farrelly #sheamus x reader #sheamus imagine #sheamus wwe imagine #sheamus scenario #wwe x reader #sheamus x you

[luvlady-writes]

Hello there!

I'm Lu.

For requests, I do NOT write smut (the biatch is still uncomfortable doing it, or maybe I'll write something small, who knows?), I can imply it. Also, I don't do A/B/O, sorry. If you want an AU, we can talk about it, but big no no to MafiaAU's or CEOAu's.

Act: #SorryNoySorry I will not write Yandere or toxic possessive characters.

ABSOLUTELY NOT to AdultCharacter x MinorCharacter (required). If the minor character is the one in love but Adult character only sees them like a sibling/student/etc, I'm ok with it. NEVER the Adult taking advantage of the minor.

For writing, now, I will keep things limited to:

(Keep in mind that I wrote for CharacterxReader. It can be Female reader, Male Reader. I'm still working on Gender neutral reader).

Supernatural.

☙Dean Winchester. ☙Sam Winchester.

Naruto.

☙Madara Uchiha. ☙Kakashi Hatake. ☙Itachi Uchiha.

WWE (I haven't watched it for years, but I can work with wrestlers before 2015).

☙Sheamus.

I'm a Angst wh*re, so you might see a lot of it. I'm open to everything.

My ask box is open for your request. Do them as detailed as you can, please. If you want it in Spanish, I will do it.

If you want to talk, ramble, ask questions or a little chismesito, my ask and DM's are always open.

#dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #dean x reader #sam x reader #dean winchester x you #sam winchester x you #dean winchester x y/n #sam winchester x y/n #wwe imagine #sheamus imagine #sheamus x reader #madara x reader #madara x y/n #madara uchiha imagine #kakashi x reader #kakashi x you #itachi x you #itachi x reader

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Call me weird, but I have the biggest guy crush on Sheamus and was wondering if maybe I could get some SFW and NSFW Headcanons for him? 👉👈

Hi, love 💕

That’s one thing you’ll never see me do: judge someone because they have a crush on someone with the same gender as them

This page is a safe place to express whatever you want, without being judged

Now, Sheamus...he has an ethereal type of beauty that’s so soothing 🥰

Neat freak

The clothes need to be folded in a certain way or else they get wrinkly

And you know damn well that the elephant’s statue needs to have it’s ass facing the door!

“What difference does it make?” You asked, exasperated

“EVERY DIFFERENCE, Y/N! If the arse is not facing the door, it will drain away our luck! Do you want that? That the elephant’s arse is the reason to our sudden wave of bad luck?”

You shook your head

“So remember: Arse. To. The. Door!”

Does not live the house if a black cat walks in front of the door

If he hears a crow, he will say something in Gaelic and spit on the floor

Incredible baker

Does omelets like on one else

Hates spicy chicken wings

Hates cranberry juice

But loves pomegranates

Methodical Dom

Cold, cynical, sarcastic and sadistic

Loves to bound you to a Saint Andrew’s cross

Collector of kooboo canes, zappers and cock rings

He only knows two paces: Rough and rougher

Don’t let that angel face fool you

He WILL ruin you every time you fuck!

Merciless

Loves degradation

“Who’s the biggest cock lover, huh?” He slapped your face lightly, while chuckling

Sir kink

The kindest with aftercare

#sheamus #sheamus imagine #sheamus fanfiction #sheamus x reader #wwe headcanons #wwe x reader #wwe smut #wwe imagine #wwe fanfiction #wwe one shot #wwe superstars #masochist headcanons #masochist writes #nonny asks #answered ask #thanks for the ask! #ask

[doubletriplepowerbomb]

Mr Lonely part 3

Word count: +6300 (this one got away from me a little)

Warnings: smut (oral- male and female receiving, and like hints of dom- nothing serious just mentions)

Tags:@jenn0755 @zappyzoodle @disturbthepearls @lost-in-the-stories @lithesxx @racingandreigns @rocketgirl2410 @vebner37 @therianfurry46 @littlelunaticfringe @finnbalorlover21-blog @winged-time-criminal @mrsnegan25 @xfirespritex @wefunloveruniverse @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk

Read part 2 here

Mid September. Summer had officially ended. Fall was pretty, but I always saw it as one final tease before months of miserable weather. I walked to work today, the weather was still nice, all I put on was one of Sheamus’ hooded flannels over my black shirt. It was Friday, the busiest bar night of the week.

It was 5:40 and I was alone behind the bar. Neither Sheamus nor any of my friends had come by yet and I was just minding my own business. The best part about bartending is that you have the opportunity to know everything about everyone. Some other people in the profession really take that seriously, I don’t. Now don’t get me wrong, I love to occasionally listen in.

All my customers had glasses in their hands and they were all conversing amongst themselves. I decided to take this time to clean glasses and as I started, my ears perked up and I listened into a conversation 3 girls were having a couple seats down.

“Yeah. I don’t know what’s gotten into him. He doesn’t respond to my texts anymore.” The girl sounded so confused and so angry. I figured it was a break up or something, classic.

“That’s not even the worst of it. If you talk to him in person he just says no.” My heart began to pound as I realized who they were complaining about. “I even asked him to come fix my water line, and he just did it and left. He never just leaves!”

Sheamus.

“I’ve heard it’s cause he’s got some bimbo now.” The third girl chimed in.

The two other girls perked up and instantly began peppering the third with questions. “Who?” “Have you seen her?” “Why her?” “Why not us?” These girls seemed pissed and I prayed that the girl who told them this info didn’t know that Sheamus’ new bimbo was me.

The bar door swung open and I saw him- he’s hard to miss. One of the girls noticed him through a reflection and elbowed her friends, “it’s him.

“Do you think that girl is here?” The disgust in her voice was unmistakable.

The third friend, who had mentioned me originally, turned and waved Sheamus over. “Sheamus, come here!” Her voice changed from a bitchy tone to something sweeter than a candy apple. Gross. Sheamus shot a look at me then walked over to the three girls, all of them were blushing and giggling.

“Hello, ladies.” He said as he leaned against the bar counter. “What can I do for ya?”

The girls were silent, unsure of what to say to him. Then, the first girl spoke up, “Do you want to spend the night with all three of us?”

The glass in my hand fell from my grip and shattered on the floor. Everything seemed to stop. Conversations silenced and heads turned to stare at me behind the bar.

The girls’ and Sheamus’ gaze turned to me and I mouthed a sorry to all of them before bending down to clean up the shards of glass on the floor.

Smooth moves. Once close enough to the floor I allowed myself to let my weight fall as I plopped onto my butt. I held my head in my hands... that was embarrassing.

Sheamus looked bewildered. He stood frozen for a moment. The girls were beautiful, all three of them. He was gonna say yes. At least I had a good few weeks. Sheamus peered over the bar, locked eyes with me and winked, he knew I was listening. Instantly, I felt better. I inched closer to them to hear what he was going to say.

“Well, lass, ah’m currently pursuing a certain bartender and ah have to prove to her that ah’m a good man,” I stood up as he spoke and he shifted his gaze from the 3 girls to me as I stood back up, “a good man that doesn’t cheat and a good man that can be loyal.” The girls had to know by now who he was talking about but they still seemed to not notice me. They only realized that I was the bartender he was talking about when he turned so his back faced them and walked towards me. I leaned closer to him, I was assuming that he’d say something witty but, instead, he reached out and held my face before bringing my lips to his. It was a quick kiss but that doesn’t say anything about the passion behind it.

He let go of my face and smirked before sitting down on a barstool. My regulars were hooting and I could feel my face heating up. The three girls seemed unbothered by the kiss for some reason, almost like they didn’t see it. They were unexpectedly nice to me for the rest of the night. And it wasn’t a fake, passive-aggressive nice, I can see right through that shit. It was a genuine nice. Almost like they didn’t mind me taking Sheamus from them.

I shifted my gaze from the girls to Sheamus, we were a few stools away and they carried on their conversation from before he entered the bar. “Why does no one care that you’ve retired as town whore?” I whispered. I thought Sheamus wouldn’t have an answer, I sure as hell couldn’t think of one.

“Well, ah think yer friends are just happy for ya. Ah’m not sayin’ ah know everythin’ but ah’ve never heard of ya havin’ a boyfriend or anythin’ real serious.” I glared at him and opened my mouth to speak but he continued. “As for those girls, ah’m sure they’re just tryin' to stay on my good side, if they upset you, they’ll upset me and... nobody wants to upset me.” His voice was cocky. Arrogant enough that, if it was anyone else, I would have broken a bottle over their head. But Sheamus wore his confidence well. He was right. Everyone loved him and no one wanted to ever upset him- me included.

Word spread quickly throughout the bar that night that Sheamus was “no longer providing his services in order to win the hand of a certain bartender” and it was quite obvious that the bartender was me.

So, of course, the only rational thing some of the women in the bar could think of was approaching Sheamus, one after another, trying to get him to go home with them. As badly as I wanted to, I couldn’t just stand there with Sheamus and ward off the line of women waiting to tempt him into bed.

The jealousy coursing through my veins was getting closer and closer to boiling over with each girl that tried. I had nothing to be jealous about, Sheamus continued to talk to me and showed no hesitation when turning the girls down. I was overthinking this whole thing but each girl was more noticeable than the last— bigger boobs, prettier hair, more makeup, more touching. It was throwing off my entire shift. I was getting sloppy, forgetting orders or, worse, messing them up. I was letting him get into my head. I wanted him so badly that I couldn’t even do my job.

The group of regulars that all sat together on one end of the bar called me over. “Y/n, honey, take a quick break, you look stressed. Let John handle some orders right now.”

John was our bartender in training who wasn’t actually still in training.

I called John to get him to look at me and I held up 5 fingers, I’ll be back in 5. He nodded and I followed my regular out to a table in the corner of the bar.

Joan was her name. A regular for as long as I can remember. She was one of the only women who spent her nights at my bar. She was also one of the only women who had stepped foot in my bar and not slept with Sheamus. Honestly, now that I think about it, I can't say that with confidence. She’s in her 60s but that woman is a cougar to the core. She has a heart of gold, though. I’d even go so far to say that we’ve become really good friends.

“Honey, you look stressed. You’ve never been so off behind that bar than you are right now. You messed up a Manhattan.” Her voice was raspy but comforting. Her hair was long, grey and still thick, I thought it was beautiful. She smelled like cigarettes, nothing I wasn’t used to.

“I know. I’m all over the place.” I whined as I dropped my head onto my arms that were folded on the table.

Joan placed a hand on my upper back. “It's that hot hunk of man. He’s gotten into your head, hasn’t he?” She cut right to the chase, and rightfully so.

“It’s all those girls. I trust that he won’t do anything but they just keep coming. It’s like they have no respect for me.” I murmured. “They don’t even believe what they’re hearing, it’s like a challenge to them.” My head was still resting against my arms on the table.

Joan pulled on the back of my shirt so I would look at her. “Well, you run this place don’t you?” I nodded, “Yes you do. So go and get some damn respect from those girls.” I could always count on Joan to say some crazy, yet perfect, shit.

I paused for a moment, unsure of how I’d get my respect. Then it hit me— these girls deal in physicality. They want me to get involved, I can get involved.

I stormed away from the table where Joan sat smiling, satisfied with her work, and made a beeline to the crowd of girls that was offering Sheamus their beds for the night. With no remorse, and plenty of people watching, I shoved right through the girls. I shoved roughly, without a care about how drunk they were and if they might fall. I finally made it to Sheamus and I knew that I had made all the girls angry already, so what would be wrong if I pushed it just a little more?

So I did.

I didn’t give Sheamus much time to react, he sat on his barstool, his blue eyes wide. They widened when I climbed up into his lap and straddled him on the stool. His strong arms instantly wrapped around me and my hands flew to the back of his neck. The girls all stood silent, watching, waiting. I didn’t give them much time.

I yanked Sheamus towards me and I pressed our lips together. This kiss was different than the one that occurred earlier, I initiated this one and it was long and probably pretty offensive to watch. I wouldn’t have gone straight to tongue on a normal night in the bar. But this wasn’t normal. I had to prove a point. The whole bar was watching so this was the perfect time.

We didn’t kiss long. I pulled away and climbed off of his lap without saying a word. I walked back behind my bar and apologized to John for leaving him alone to work the bar. Everyone was still quiet except for my regulars in their corner. Joan led the men in the loud laugh, they seemed to be all in on this. Or at least they all enjoyed seeing me finally take control.

“Hi everyone,” I announced. Holding myself higher on the bar. I wish I was taller than I was but this is not the time to be self conscious. “I’m aware that there was a huge misunderstanding regarding Sheamus' relationship status but I hope that I was able to clear it up,” I announced, looking at as many girls in the eye as I could. “He’s mine, there is no more Mr. Lonely.”

Sheamus smirked, still slightly thrown off by the kiss. His face was flushed and he had a kid on Christmas gleam in his eyes. I could describe him only as perfection in a human form.

I expected all the girls to leave the bar in furious, drunken groups, but they didn’t. They all just walked back with their friends to their spaces either along the bar or at surrounding tables. The normal hum of various conversations picked up once more. None of the girls looked anything but slightly put-off. Nothing a couple of drinks can’t fix. They came up to me, ordered their drinks, and tipped me well. They did the types of things that they would normally do— things they did before I made out with their hookup in front of them. I was confused.

Sheamus was sitting in his normal stool, Joan and my regulars had gone back to their normal conversations on their side of the bar, and the girls were scattered about chatting the way they always did.

“Why do none of them seem to care?” I asked Sheamus as I refilled his glass. An old fashioned today.

“Care about what, love?” He sounded like he couldn’t possibly know what I was talking about. Was I crazy?

“Care about the fact that I just claimed you as my own.” Sheamus looked up from his full glass and shot me a look with wide eyes. “They just went back to normal as if they weren’t just crowded around you, trying to get you into their beds a couple seconds ago.”

Sheamus took a long sip of his drink and placed it on the table. “They respect ya.” He said simply, his face neutral. He knew I didn’t get it. “They wanted to challenge ya. They thought that you were just a rumor. Ya proved that yer not. So they backed off. None of them are bad people, dear.”

The rest of the night went smoothly like any other night. He was right, everything carried on like normal. After my stunt, not one girl approached Sheamus. He was claimed… by me.

My friends were ecstatic. They missed the display and, once they arrived, they made sure to tell me that they wished they could have seen it.

I was standing in my usual spot, in front of Sheamus’ stool, with four of my girlfriends crowded around him. This might’ve been the first time multiple girls surrounded Sheamus without the intention of sex.

“So,” Megan started, “are you guys dating now?” My old college roommate, Alyssa giggled while Megan’s sorority sister, Elise, poked Sheamus in the arm. Carly, another one of Megan’s sorority sisters, was silent. She nursed her drink and listened.

“Yeah are you gonna make it official?” Elise teased. Sheamus chuckled and looked at me with a smirk, he looked content, almost proud.

“Ah can see yer friends waste no time when it comes to boyfriends.” He joked, a surprised expression on his face.

Carly listened until she felt like she couldn’t anymore. “Boyfriends?” She questioned, the first word she had said all night. There was no argument, but she sounded like she was right in the middle of one. “Y/n, you’ve got to be kidding.” Sheamus, and the other 3 girls who had just been smiling, paused and looked at her. I did too. “You don’t really trust him, right?” She was staring right at me. I raised my eyebrows as if to say go on, tell me more. “How long has it been since he made up this bullshit about changing for you? A few weeks? And you think he’s actually changing?”

Sheamus interrupted. “Lass, ah’d like to remind ya that ah’m right here. You don’t have to talk about me like ah’m not around.”

“Don’t try me, Sheamus. You know damn well that you haven’t changed. I could show all of you idiots the truth but you wouldn’t listen. He won’t change,” Her manicured finger pointed right at Sheamus and he leaned back to avoid being poked in the cheek. “He’s lying to you and he knows he can because the second he fucks you he’ll be able to go back to all the girls willing to pull their pants down for him.” We were silent. I didn’t know whether to scream or cry. “Hello? He’s fucked all four of us!” Carly moved from pointing at Sheamus and gestured to Megan, Alyssa, Elise, and herself. "You can't just decide to date him after everything... or should I say everyone that he's done!"

Carly slammed her now empty glass onto the bar and stood up, she stomped towards the door and stopped once more before leaving, “You’re not special just because he hasn’t seen you naked. If anything, you’re more of an object to him than anyone else in this bar!” With that, she slammed the door.

The entire bar was silent for a the second time tonight but conversations quickly picked up again. My friends, Sheamus, and I stayed silent. I felt hurt. More hurt than I had ever felt.

Carly wasn’t a villain, she was my friend, and maybe she was right.

“What the fuck was that?” Megan asked, she had gotten up and was standing against the bar, her hand covered one of mine that was resting on the bar. Sheamus’ large, pale, calloused hand held my other one.

I was speechless. I pulled my hands away and walked off to the other end of the bar. Megan gestured for Sheamus to chase after me. He shot up off of his stool and strode down the bar to the register where I stood. Sheamus grabbed my hand and hesitated a moment but then squeezed my hand and spoke up. “Don’t listen to her, love. She’s just mad at me.”

“Why would she be mad at you?” I asked, my voice breaking more than I would've liked it to. “You’ve been really good about not sleeping around, haven’t you?” My voice was cautionary and Sheamus’ beautiful blue eyes widened once he realized what I was thinking. Sheamus held my hand across the bar and rubbed his thumb across the back of my palm.

“Oh, yes. Y/n of course ah have. That’s why she’s mad at me.” He mentioned. “She texted me this morning, askin’ for an afternoon delight during her lunch break.” My mouth fell open but Sheamus spoke before I could. “Don’t worry, y/n. I said no.” He showed me his phone, it was open to a text between Sheamus and an unsaved number.

Hey Sheamus, it’s Carly. I have an hour for my lunch break if you’re around.

I’m not. I’m not doing that stuff anymore.

Oh come on, I know you’re free and I know that she hasn’t fucked you yet, don’t you want it?

Y/n is your friend.

She doesn’t have to know. Please just come over.

No.

“You don’t have her number saved?” I asked, looking up at him after reading the conversation.

Sheamus looked at me, a handsome smirk on his face. “Ah don’t have any of their numbers saved.

I couldn’t help but laugh. It made me feel good. He doesn’t remember their names and he doesn’t have their numbers. He doesn’t care about the girls he’s slept with but he cares about me.

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I moaned against Sheamus’ lips as he slammed me against the closed door in the hallway of my apartment building.

We had walked up the stairs normally and the second we got close to my door, something overtook me and I turned to the Irishman. He stopped in his tracks and looked down at me, the oceans in his eyes intoxicating me in a way I know I’ll never get used to. One second, we were staring at each other in silence and the next, Sheamus’ strong hands were holding my face and his lips were attacking mine.

Sheamus and I practically fell through the door after I fumbled with the lock. He kicked the door closed and we stumbled into the living room, Sheamus pulled our lips apart only to pull his shirt over his head. He moved in to kiss me again and I was filled with conflicting excitement and disappointment. I wanted to see more of his bare skin. His pale, beautiful, freckle-dusted skin, but I also never wanted to feel his lips off of mine again. He led me to the couch, his strong hands still on my face, and I felt the backs of my knees hit the couch. I fell back onto the cushions and I pulled my shirt off before he could join me. Sheamus paused and his gaze moved from my face to my bra.

I finally got my chance to admire his body. He stood above me, breathing as he admired me. His skin glowed in the moonlight coming through the window, thank god for the placement of my couch. I saw every bump and groove of his muscular chest and torso. His jeans hung low on his hips and he still had his boots on.

“Y/n, ah don’t want to force ya into anythin’ ya don’t wanna do. Ah want ya to trust me.” His voice was so smooth, so genuine and soft.

“I do trust you,” I stood up from the couch and took his hand. “It’s been long enough.” I started walking him into my bedroom. He had been here before, but it was different this time.

I turned to Sheamus and dropped to my knees in front of him, giving him no time to speak. I slowly undid his button and zipper while I looked up at him, my brown eyes were not nearly as intoxicating as the vibrant blue ones staring back at me, but I knew how to use them. I stared up at the large muscular man above me through my lashes, making my eyes wide and innocent. I pulled his jeans slowly down his strong legs and unveiled the glorious bulge that so many had praised. I didn’t waste much time there. I pressed a kiss to his cock, it was hard and straining against the fabric of his tight boxer briefs, Sheamus gasped at the pressure and gently intertwined his fingers in my hair. I pulled the jeans further down, past his knees then paused. His legs were defined and pale, just as beautiful and perfect as the rest of him.

“Sit on the bed,” I purred and he complied.

Sheamus felt different, he was always the dominant one. And for a second, he thought he would be the dominant one with me too, but I was taking total control of the situation. He had never felt this way before.

He knew that he’d give me anything I wanted.

I remained on my knees in front of Mr. Lonely, smiling to myself knowing that he wouldn’t be gone in the morning. That, instead of leaving before I wake up, he’ll be there. Laying in my bed, wrapped around me.

I untied his boots and gently pulled them off of his feet. After tossing them aside, I pulled his jeans all the way off and stood up, leaving him sitting on my bed in only his underwear. I took a step back, taking my time to admire the man that sat in front of me.

“Why don’t ya strip for me, sweetheart?” Sheamus barely moved as he spoke, his body was illuminated by the dim street light outside and the gentle soft light from my lamp. I didn’t hesitate.

I couldn’t figure out any type of dynamic until he spoke to me. I wanted to be in charge a little but when I heard that voice I felt my insides clench. Wetness was building up and his dominant voice and that tone he used made me urge to feel him, I wanted him to control me.

I was beginning to understand why he was a celebrity in the beds of every woman in Pittsburgh.

Sheamus took my silence as a ‘yes’ and continued commanding me. “Start with yer pants,” he leaned back on my bed, stretching his muscular torso out and showing me more of the definition of his gorgeous body. I looped my fingers under the waist of my black jeans and began to pull. “Look at me, sweetheart. Ah want to see that beautiful face.”

My pants came off slowly and he told me to come to him once I was left in just my bra and panties. Yes I was wearing a matching set, I was getting awfully tired of the sexual tension. I knew he was going to see that set. Sheamus moved from his back and was now standing on his knees at the edge of my bed. He motioned lazily with two large fingers for me to come.

I did what I was told.

“My gorgeous girl,” He praised while his hands swept over every inch of my body. “My sweet, gorgeous girl. Take all of that off. It’s a marvelous set and you look stunnin’ but ah want to see…” His voice trailed off, he told me what he wanted to see by dragging a finger from the middle of my breasts down my torso to the band of my underwear.

I quickly and unclasped my bra, feeling more wetness pooling in between my legs. He was the only person in the world, nothing else seemed to exist other than him and I in my bedroom. I pulled my panties down and I saw his eyes avert from my exposed breasts to my newly exposed sex.

He hummed to himself as he teased my slit with his finger. “Someone is awfully wet for me, aren’t ya?” He teased. I nodded quickly, every word I have ever known had left my brain the instant his finger touched my folds. “Lie down on yer back for me, sweetheart.” I did what I was told. Sheamus now stood at the foot of my bed and unceremoniously pulled his boxer-briefs down his legs. My eyes widened at the sight of his cock springing back up from the confines of his underwear. It was thick with a nice length. Of course the perfect man had the perfect cock.

My eyes unfocused as I attempted to take in his entire body. 6 feet 4 inches, 267 pounds of pure muscle. His beautiful pale canvas of skin was peppered with freckles and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Sheamus noticed this. “Ya like what ya see, sweetheart?” I nodded shamelessly.

The Irishman dropped onto his knees in front of me. My knees were up, not completely closed but not open either. Sheamus brought his large, calloused hands up my shins to rest on my knees. I shuddered under his touch, remembering the first night I spent with him at the bar— how badly I wanted to touch those hands, how badly I wanted those hands to touch me.

He opened my legs slowly, his eyes burned into mine and he watched my face as my legs opened for him. I kept my eyes on his as if to tell him yes, keep going. His eyes moved from mine down to the center of my open legs. He licked his lips and maneuvered himself from his knees to laying on his stomach. He looped his strong arms around my thighs and teased my slit with his warm tongue. His beard scratched my inner thighs, adding the perfect amount of friction. I needed him. My head raised from my pillow and I looked down at him.

My tan legs were tangled in his large arms, our skin tones contrasting in a way I didn’t think I would care much about. He was leaning up slightly, gifting me with the ability to see the glorious muscles in his arms and shoulders move. The more I squirmed underneath him, the harder he worked to hold me down, and the more his muscles moved. He was still teasing me, his tongue would swipe up and down my glistening folds then he’d move to my clit. I moved to grip his hair as he latched onto the sensitive bundle of nerves and caressed it with his tongue.

I was shaking, squirming, and whining. Sheamus looked up at me and smiled against my heat. “Ah’ve always wanted to have ya like this.” His deep voice vibrated against my center. I paused momentarily before sitting up slightly to look at him again. “Been dreamin’ of bein’ buried between these gorgeous legs since high school.” He dipped his tongue down in between my folds. I dropped my head back against my pillow, starting to get frustrated with him. He moved to my clit once again and I tightened my grip on his hair. My other hand grabbed at his face in an attempt to pull him up. My fingers gripped his earlobe and I pulled up. He obliged and removed his tongue from my center.

Sheamus’ body covered mine. He leaned on his forearms and made sure his entire weight wasn’t bearing down on me. “What’s wrong, love?” Sheamus hummed, the nickname made my heart drop. “I enjoyed being down there. Ah wasn't lying when ah told ya ah’ve been dreamin’ of tasting ya. Ah would think about ya durin’ homeroom.” He dropped his head down and pressed a kiss to my lips. I let my tongue come out between my lips so I could taste myself on him.

Sheamus pulled away from the kiss, leaving me panting with wide eyes, wondering where he went. He waited a few painful seconds before moving his head further down to bring his lips to my neck. “Ya know what else ah’ve been dreamin’ of?” He was mumbling against my skin. I could guess what he was going to say, it was becoming obvious what he wanted. He was rubbing his perfect cock along my slick folds.

I stayed silent. I wanted to hear him say it. I wanted his accented voice to speak the filthy words. “Ever since freshman year, ah’ve dreamed of buryin’ my cock deep into ya. Ah would watch ya correct my papers, yer legs would always be crossed under yer desk. Ah dreamed of touching ya, bein�� inside ya.”

I moaned, gripping the red hair on the top of his head, and pushed my hips up to meet his thick cock. “Ya want this, gorgeous girl?” Sheamus teased, he palmed his cock and was rubbing it gently up and down my folds. “Or do ya want my fingers first?” His tone was gentle but his deep voice kept me so willing to remain submissive.

“I w-want your cock. I- I can... I can take it, Sheamus.” He loved hearing his name fall from my lips. He didn’t hesitate after I begged for him. He sheathed himself inside me, instantly going all the way in. I screamed and buried my head into the crook of his neck. His muscles moved against my face. He didn’t pause, he was no longer hesitant and gentle. I didn’t complain. He began to move, pulling his cock all the way out before slamming it back in. I could feel everything. I could feel the veins rubbing against my walls as I squeezed down on him.

“Yer so tight for me. So wet and so tight. Tell me, sweetheart. How’s my cock filling ya up?” He wrapped his large hand around my throat. He didn’t squeeze, he just wanted me to look at him. “Look at me when ah talk to ya.”

I looked at him with wide eyes. He was slamming into me at an unforgiving pace. I could barely speak already, now with his strong hand on my throat, I’m not sure I could trust my voice.

“Sheamus…” I was right, my voice broke after just saying his name. “So b-big. I can feel you… everywhere. All the girls… were r-right to love you so much.”

Sheamus, upon hearing your final sentence, removed his hand from my throat and moved to cradle my head. “It’s not about them anymore.” His brutal pace got faster and I moaned again before pressing my face into his neck. “Ah only want you.”

I bit down on the muscular flesh in front of me, unable to handle the pace he set. I could feel myself getting closer. I wanted to cum to bad. “S-Sheamus…” I squeaked. “I’m gonna. I need you to-”

Sheamus didn’t need me to finish my sentence. I didn’t love the idea of him sleeping with so many women, but there was a clear benefit: He really knew what he was doing. Never losing his pace, he pushed himself up onto his knees in front of me, allowing himself more access to my entire body. He continued to watch my face as he pounded me. His large hand snaked down from my breasts, down my stomach, to my throbbing center. “Is this what ya want, love?” His deep voice was sending me reeling. I needed him to touch me so bad, but I couldn’t seem to get the words out. All I could do was nod frantically.

He swiped his thumb along my clit. It was barely a touch, I needed more from him. His thumb was rough and calloused, but it felt good against the soft, sensitive, bundle of nerves. My hips bucked up into his hand. “I want to hear ya speak. Ah won’t let ya cum until I hear that pretty voice.” His thumb continued to swipe softly, teasing my clit.

“Sheamus- I need. I- I need you t-to touch me. I’m so close, Sheamus. Please.” I begged as well and as shamelessly as I could. In reality, I should have been ashamed. I was laying underneath the one man I said I wouldn't sleep with. I was laying underneath him, kissing him, grabbing him, begging him to let me cum.

The Irishman didn’t need more instruction. His thumb pressed down gently on my clit, sending shockwaves throughout my body. The pad of his thumb was rough but he was gentle as he began rubbing circles on my clit. I felt my world collapse around me as he brought me to orgasm. My vision went dark and I let my head fall back from the crook of his neck down to my pillows.

I felt bad for my neighbors, I was a moaning, screaming mess. My orgasm ripped through me and left me panting. Sheamus only moved faster, motivated by the wetness that soaked his cock and how tightly my body clenched around him as I came. “Open those eyes, beautiful,” Sheamus commanded. “Ah want to see those beautiful eyes looking at me when ah cum.”

He continued to pound into me mercilessly. He was thick and long, perfectly curved so each deep thrust hit my g-spot. I could feel each vein, each ridge rubbing against my walls. Everything was so sensitive and, although his thrusts were growing sloppy, he was still going so fast.

He tried to speak again but only a moan escaped his lips. He was getting closer, he was getting overwhelmed. “Let me suck it, Sheamus. I want your cum down my throat.” My tone was so much filthier than I expected. He looked down at me, amused. He didn’t slow down. His eyes pierced into mine as he contemplated. It was a tempting offer. He couldn’t speak, so he nodded. I moaned through two final aggressive thrusts then I instantly felt emptiness as he pulled out. Sheamus’ large hand went directly to my hair and yanked me up from my back. I couldn’t deny that it hurt, but I also couldn’t deny the wetness that pooled between my legs when he did it. “On yer hands and knees, love. P-please. Now.” Sheamus tried his best to command me, but his voice faltered. He was begging me now. I obeyed, I knew I would take advantage of how badly he needs me another time. I was shoved down to my hands and knees, Sheamus’ hand still weaved into my hair and I took his cock into my mouth.

An animalistic groan emerged from the back of his throat as he threw his head back. His grip loosened in my hair, his whole body was slackening. His warm cum shot down my throat and I felt more wetness pooling between my legs. I had always wanted to have him in my mouth. I cupped his balls gently as his cock pulsed in my mouth. He finished but I didn’t remove him from my mouth, I swallowed around him and continued to suck and lick lazily. Sheamus shuddered at the feeling of my tongue swiping gently over his sensitive tip.

“Love, ya gotta stop.” His deep voice was still broken. His hand moved from my hair to my face and he coaxed me off of him. I sat back on my knees and he pressed a gentle kiss to my nose. I couldn’t help the blush that spread across my cheeks. He noticed and smirked before wrapping his arms around me and bringing me back down to the bed.

He was silent and I was okay with it. I was comfortable when Sheamus made jokes and snide remarks but this was different. He laid on his back, his arm resting comfortably behind his head, showing off his perfect biceps and his chiseled core. My head rested on his chest, my leg was thrown over one of his, and my fingers were tracing constellations with the freckles on his skin

We spent a while in comfortable, naked silence. I was smiling the entire time and pressing random kisses to his chest and to the arm that was wrapped around me. He was the first to break the silence, “Love?” His voice wasn’t anything louder than a whisper.

I turned and looked up at him, “Mhm?”

“Are we datin’ now?”

“Yes.” I spoke with certainty and satisfaction. There was silence after that.

I felt his hold loosen after a while and I looked up at him. He was still and his beautiful eyes were closed, allowing me to admire his face. I noticed small wrinkles- soft laugh lines around his eyes and mouth. His nose is narrow but perfect, straight, and elegant. His pink lips were parted slightly and his beard was, like always, nicely groomed. I noticed the red hue of his eyelashes and how they stood out against his skin. He looked so peaceful, so perfect. His chest was moving up and down at a steady slow rate but other than that, he looked like a statue. A perfect, marble statue that was finally all mine.

Part 4

#wwe #sheamus #sheamus fanfiction #sheamus imagine #sheamus smut #sheamus x reader #mr lonely

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Imagine # 712

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Gif credit goes to - @wresy

Year posted - 2020

Warnings - None really.

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"Oh hold on we're getting some urgent news." Michael Cole commented as Vince McMahon came rushing up to him, whispering into his ear. "Oh my god." Cole murmured in astonishment, handing Vince a microphone like he asked. "Hold it, hold it, stop the fight!" Vince hollered into the mic, halting the fight when the referee called for timeout. Vince sat the mic down as he quickly climbed into the ring, approaching Sheamus, who was just as confused as everyone else in the entire stadium. "Sheamus come here son." Vince walked Sheamus away from the others, needing to tell Sheamus the news as privately as possible. "What's goin on?" Sheamus frowned in confusion, panting heavily through his nose. "Sheamus there's been an accident." Vince started, taking a moment to compose himself. "And?" Sheamus pried with a chuckle, thinking this was some sorta joke. "It's (Y/n)." Vince swallowed thickly when Sheamus' demeanor changed entirely. "What!?" Sheamus hissed looming over Vince and cornering him against the ropes, the crowd began cheering in anticipation, believing that this was part of the show. "She's alive, and she's in the hospital." Vince continued. "Where?" Sheamus demanded, his mind clouding with anger and worry. "Saint Mary's." Vince sighed when Sheamus practically bolted out of the arena, and left the stadium without so much of a word to anyone. "What's happened?" Cesaro asked Vince, who nodded to Cole. "Lady's and gentleman it is with heavy heart that I have to inform you all, that (Y/n) Farrelly has been in a near fatal accident tonight, and the rest of the show has been cancelled." Cole announced just as Vince had instructed him to, the entire stadium went as silent as a church during mass. "Shit." Cesaro murmured under his breath, worried for his teammate.

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Like a bat outta hell Sheamus rushed to the Saint Mary's hospital, his heart hammering and his mind a whirlwind of worry. When he reached the hospital he parked the car as quickly as possible, sprinting into the hospital, still dawned in his wrestling uniform. "Where is she!?" His voice boomed as he rushed inside, quickly getting stopped by a doctor. "Sir I need you to calm down." The doctor urged. "Dont tell me ta fuckin calm down you fuck, tell me where my wife is!?" Sheamus yelled in frustration. "Who is your wife sir?" The doctor asked, trying to calm the worried Irishman. "(Y/n) Farrelly." Sheamus huffed out as if it were obvious. "Mrs. Farrelly is my patient, she just got out of surgery an hour ago." The doctor explained. "Is she okay!?" Sheamus fussed. "She's okay, but there's something you need to know." The doctor frowned. "What is it?" Sheamus' mind filled with the worst possible thoughts. "I'm afraid (Y/n) has slipped into a coma." The doctor explained mournfully, his words shattering Sheamus' heart. "Can I see her?" He asked, sounding broken and weak. "Of course, follow me." The doctor instructed before walking off down a long hallway. However before they reached the room a cameraman came running down the hall, pissing off Sheamus instantly. "Get that fuckin camera outta here!" He hollered at the cameraman, who didn't listen. "Turn that shite off boyo!" Sheamus yelled before punching the cameraman in the face, knocking him unconscious. "(Y/n), now." Sheamus hissed at the doctor, who took Sheamus to her room hastily. "Oh no no no no." Sheamus muttered as he entered her room, tears welling in his eyes at the sight of the love of his life hooked up to all those machines. "Oh love." He sniffled as he knelt beside her bed, taking her hand in his. "What happend ta ya?" He brushed back her hair with his free hand, trying desperately to hold back his tears. "She swerved off the road to miss a child that had run out into the road, and crashed into a tree." The doctor informed him with a soft voice. "She broke her back and right leg in the crash, along with fracturing a few ribs." The doctor explained just before the rooms door swung open. "Tha fuck are you doin here?" Sheamus growled at Roman Reigns, who stormed into the room, following closely behind him was a petit nurse. "I have every right to be here." Roman argued as he took his place on the other side of (Y/n)'s bed. "I'm her husband, and I say ya need ta fuck off." Sheamus warned Roman with venom in his voice. "I'm her brother, and I say fuck you." Roman shot back, flipping Sheamus off. And while every fiber of his body told Sheamus he should tear Romans head off, he remained at (Y/n)'s side, cradling her head in his hand. Roman to dropped the argument all together, and took ahold of (Y/n)'s other hand. The both of them knowing their arguing and fighting wouldn't help the situation, and that it was better just to be there for the woman they both loved.

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This is my very first fic,Requests are always open,Sorry if this sucks.

Dating Sheamus would include...

You and Sheamus having a mixed tag team match together.

You both have matching ring gear

Sheamus wearing your merch

You wearing Sheamus’ merch

Comforting him when he loses a match

When you lose a match , Sheamus will cuddle with you until you feel better

Him being mentioned in your WWE Chronicle

You two training at home together

Play fights

Having promos together

Him making you laugh

You teasing him because of how pale he is

Both of you saying “I love you” all the time

Him asking to marry you

You saying “yes”

You too eventually having kids

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