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luvksj · 2 years

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Yandere!Undisputed Era: Bittersweet Reunion

author’s note: this is part two so please read part one. anyway, i’m sorry for taking a really long time to upload this part. i didn’t have any creative juices flowing so i struggled writing something but here in NZ, nearly 1AM, i decided to write whatever i thought of and came up with this!

i allowed my fingers to type away and it transformed into this which... ngl, i’m pretty proud of and i have to thank you all for being so patient with me and my creative blocks, the sappy quotes i read on pinterest and the music i listened to while writing this.

anyways, please enjoy and hope you’re all keeping safe! this is part two, please read part one before reading this~!

pov: you escaped despite using drastic measures but… that doesn’t mean it’ll last forever.

warning: this story contains strong use of violence and cursing. if you feel uncomfortable with themes of stalkers/stalking, violence, obsession, yandere aus, manipulation, torture etc or mentions of blood, killing, death, torture, kidnapping, suicide or anything similar please DO NOT read this story!

this story does NOT depict the true personas/characteristics of Adam Cole, Kyle O’Reilly, Roderick Strong and Bobby Fish. this story is 100% a work of fiction and any similarities discovered is a PURE COINCIDENCE. this story is meant for entertainment purposes only. if you feel unsure about anything written in this story, please PM me.

Previously...

The locker room was clear… maybe you were really hallucinating. You sighed, relieved but that feeling diminished when a taunting voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Hello Y/N, sweetheart.”

Now Continuing...

Your body froze. It couldn’t be... that’s impossible, right?! RIGHT?!?

Doing a slow pivot, you were face-to-face with “your fans”. But, you knew it was them under all that merch - you’d recognized those devious grins anywhere. Those cheshire cat grins, brainstorming all the torture they’d inflict on you for 10 years worth of lies. Eyes raking in the body they all desperately missed.

“Hello Y/N, long time no see huh?” Kyle says, approaching me. You refused to let them intimidate you and repressed the tears, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down before glaring back with cold eyes.

You spent your whole life afraid of them, allowing them to use their power to torment you. Well, not anymore.

Kyle caressed your cheek, savoring the feeling he missed. You clenched your fist, fighting back a reaction. No! You weren’t going to give them the satisfaction. Your reaction did surprise them but it only amused them even more - they were going to break you. Like they usually did.

His hand trailed down your face to your chest, admiring how your top hugged your breast - keeping them secure while also emphasizing them. Knowing how special Wrestlemania was, you got this outfit custom-made and it was different from what you’ve ever worn.

“Ten years...” Kyle muses. “Ten years of us believing you died. Ten years of us mourning over you. Ten years, Y/N. Ten fucking years.” he says, holding back his anger as tears glossed his eyes.

Awww, did they suffer? How terrible.

You couldn’t help but relish in their pain. Watching them talk about how much they suffered during these ten years - that’s right you fuckers, it doesn’t feel nice. “But...” Roderick says and without knowing, your breath hitched. The question which you’ve desperately craved an answer for was finally going to be answered.

How did they find out?

A million possibilities raced through your mind. Did someone snitch? Did they see you on TV by a pure coincidence? Did they force it out of someone? Did they see a post of you on social media? A media article? A billboard advertising a WWE PPV? The UUDD Youtube channel? WHAT?!?

Roderick walks closer, his grin growing wider with every step. “But... imagine our surprise when we saw you in Los Angeles. Out in public.” you freeze, stunned by his words. They ran into you by accident in public and you didn’t even see them?

“Of course, we thought we were hallucinating but Bobby pointed out a distinct detail that immediately identified to us that it was you.” Roderick grabs your wrist and points to the tattoo you got honoring your friendship with them back before you found out about their ‘yandere’ side.

You immediately curse your past self. It takes everything to not give them a reaction - gritting your teeth and clenching your fist so hard they turn white. They could tell that you were trying so hard to not break and it amused them. You were always a stubborn one - a little firecracker, which they enjoyed.

“That’s when we decided to do some investigating... to confirm this theory. So... we ‘interviewed’ some people and gathered data.” Bobby reveals a file, brimming with the so-called data. Inside it contained everything from ten years ago... some data going back even further.

The data gathered showed your well-thought-out plan. Every detail was covered. Every possible situation had back-up plans of back-up plans. It amused them how much work you put into this. You were always a smart one, thinking before doing something. That mixed with your firecracker personality made you interesting... different from others.

“And that’s how we found out. How we found out you lied to us. Used our biggest fear against us.” he states, gripping the file so hard it was scrunching in his hand. You could only imagine how they felt during that discovery. The anger, hurt, sadness and probable joy they felt.

You couldn’t believe it. They were playing the victim as if they never did these things to you. Like they didn’t create scars you’d never heal from. The reason you couldn’t trust men anymore or be left alone. The reason you’re still experiencing trauma despite receiving help. The sole reason your life was complete hell for over ten years.

Adam shakes his head, “So... with some help, we found out your schedule and made plans accordingly. Of course, you were smart enough to have us banned from all WWE events so we had to be careful.” he says, gesturing to the disguises they donned.

He steps forward, gripping your face and harshly squishing your cheeks. “We found you. All this work you put into avoiding us may have worked temporarily but in the end, you were the one who screwed yourself over.” he grins mockingly.

“You have no one to blame but yourself, sweetheart.” he declares.

You wanted to cry because no matter how much you wanted to deny it... he was right. If you never got that tattoo, you would have never been caught. If you never went out because you were bored and stayed inside your hotel room, playing video games on your Switch, they would have never spotted you.

And you would still be a free woman. And your match at Wrestlemania would have gone much better.

Using your strength, you pushed them back. “You act like you’re the victims. Like you haven’t been the sole reason I hated my life. Like you weren’t the ones who created scars I will never heal from - no matter how much therapy I receive. The trauma I’ll never recover from, the nightmares I have and the reason I have severe trust issues.” you exploded.

Over ten years of pent-up anger finally being released. “You are the reason I lost my self-confidence. The affirmation I am pretty and worthy - destroyed and irreparable. I lost everything because of you and your greedy desires. You will forever haunt my life and the worst thing is.... there’s nothing I can do about it. So yeah! Watching you suffer like I did feels fan-fucking-tastic! Hearing you be in pain is music to my damn ears! The tears that roll down your faces as you think about the pain gives me satisfaction. I’m happy I’m the cause of your pain because now you know what it feels like to feel so low... you don’t even want to be alive. So, I hope you enjoy it cause it ain’t ending anytime soon!”

The words fall from your mouth. You don’t even register half the things you’ve spewed out. It’s only till Roderick throws you against the wall, eyes full of rage and their grip on you dangerously tight - do you come back to reality. They look ready to torture so bad... you might just die for real.

“Looks like someone needs to be taught who’s boss, isn’t that right boys?” Kyle says, earning hums from the others. I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting back the tears ready to betray me. Mustering up all my energy and strength, I knee Roderick hard in his area and he lets go, nursing his pain.

I wasn’t going to be their toy anymore. For too long have I let them use their power and strength to intimidate me... not today, not ever. I will fight my way out of this - even if it kills me. I will go down kicking and screaming.

“I already know who’s boss,” I say, panting and trying to recapture my breath. They look stunned by my act of defiance - usually, I’d surrender right then and there... but I’ve changed. I’m not the same person I was ten years ago. Despite the pain, I’ve become stronger and feistier.

This firecracker’s now a firework, ready to go off.

Picking up a nearby makeshift weapon (your belt), you grip it tightly and get into a fighting stance - ready to defend yourself. “And it’s me. I’m the boss of myself. Not you. I control my life, not you. You will no longer be someone who thinks they can control me. Not anymore. This is my life and I will fight for it - even if I die. I will no longer be intimidated by you. I will no longer allow you to dictate my life. You are no more than someone who deserves to rot in hell. And trust me when I say, I might even take you there myself so bring it on.” you declare, eyes full of determination.

This reaction makes them laugh, unable to fathom this new sense of bravery. But once you whiplashed Kyle using your belt, hitting him multiple times until he was bleeding, did they realize how serious you were. Blocking an incoming attack from Bobby, you kick his abdomen and punch his face, sending him stumbling into some trash bins.

Roderick landed a hit on your stomach making you stumble. You stunned him by slapping his face using your belt buckle which left a cut and pushed him into the corner with Bobby - continuously whiplashing them both until their faces were covered in cuts.

Adam tried a sneak attack but you dodged it. Standing on the bench, you launch yourself at him and perfectly execute a Panama Sunrise, leaving him withering on the floor. Using your belt, you locked Kyle in a chokehold - choking him with your belt.

Bobby tried attacking from behind but missed and instead hit Adam. You took this opportunity to sweep him from under and wrapped the belt around his jaw - locking him in a chokehold with Kyle. Once they had passed out, you set your sights on Roderick who was recovering and you grab him, suplexing him onto Adam.

Sure, they had landed some hits on you but you dominated this battle. Panting, you survey the damage and grin, wiping the blood coming from your lip before gathering your belongings.

“And that... undisputed,” you whispered to their unconscious selves before leaving - calling security to escort these intruders out. You know that they’d be back for revenge and you were ready for them.

The bruises which marked your hands didn’t make you whimper but made you happy - knowing you stood up for yourself and came out as the victor. Revving the car engine, you peel away and drive back to the hotel with newfound strength and pride.

You weren’t going to be their bitch anymore. You weren’t going to let them control you anymore. You were going to fight for your rights and fight for your freedom.

You were doing this for everyone that helped you but most importantly, you were doing this for your past self that never thought she’d get out of that nightmare. Believing she’d be trapped in the clutches of actual demons forever.

With a teary smile, you realized that during these years apart that you’ve grown into someone you can finally be proud of. Someone who you could only dream about becoming all those years ago - someone that they’d laugh at, taunting and mocking you - firmly believing you’d never become that.

Well, guess what, revenge is sweet. It’s pretty darn sweet.

“her revenge wasn’t loud, petty or nasty. her revenge was silent because growth cannot be heard so keep watering yourself, you’re growing.

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windhamsrotunda · 3 years

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Roman Reigns - You Look Even Better Than The Photos (FULL PART)

KEY WORD(S) - R/N MEANS READER'S NAME LIKE YOUR NAME {Y/N}.

Pairing(s): Roman Reigns x Female Reader!

Category: SMUT / NSFW

Summary / Theme: Roman is frustrated tonight, but the head of the table will get his frustration changed quick when he sees his girlfriend in the middle of the night.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Smut! | Angst! | Aggressive Dom! | 17+ READERS ONLY!

Word Count: 4,000k+

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As he stepped into the luxurious shower of his bathroom, Roman cleansed himself with body wash. Scrubbing down those dead skin cells layered on his skin, the scent of strawberry and peppermint spewed the room. White fog sprays the whole bathroom, the temperature of the shower scolding hot. Roman’s fingertips stroked against his scalp, digging in deep roughly as the water from the pearly white shower head screamed down on him. A few minutes later spent in taking the shower head off the holder to wash himself down, Roman turned the knob to the shower off and grabbed a towel off the towel rack.

Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped his body like a grave digger wrapping a deceased human in soiled dirt. Shaking off the excess water from his hair, then he blow dried his masculine, black Samoan long hair. Setting the black blow dryer down, Roman stared at his reflection in the fogged-up mirror, unrecognizable to see. He sprinted a hand through his hair quickly and got the remaining tangles out of his hair. Fingertips delicate like layers of daffodils overlapped over fields of fresh green grass. Eyebrows furrowed downward, he got dressed to head out to the real world.

Running out the door with keys in one hand grasped and phone in the other, the tribal chief headed towards his richened black Lamborghini car and got in. Turning the key to the ignition, he backed out of the driveway and put on GPS to go to his girlfriend’s house. Scuffing his face while driving, Roman glanced at his phone receiving a message from his girlfriend:

Reader’s Name {R/N}: ‘’You coming to my party?’’

Roman: ‘’Perhaps I will’’.

Focusing on driving after the little text he received, he thought about her. He did not know she was having a party at 9:30pm at night; Although he got backhanded by her text, he thought it was just going to be him and her alone. No, he was pissed. She should’ve told him she was going to invite friends over. Arriving at her house at about 9:45pm, Roman kept his cool. Not making a ferocious scene, his girlfriend opened the door to where the house was filled with busy activity like bees in a beehive. ‘’Hey babe,’’ she greeted with her drink in her hand, going in for a grasped hug. The head of the table clamped his arm around her, fingers dug into her back. ‘’You okay?’’ she winced a tiny bit at his fingers digging into her back.

‘’Keep our business on the low-low,’’ Roman whispered, taking her hand into his.

‘’What...?’’ His girlfriend said slowly, walking into the crowd of different people she invited over. Approximately 30 people in the house, the music overpowered their conversation.

‘’Let’s go into another room,’’ He suggested to his girlfriend.

‘’I want to hang out with my friends, though----’’ He cut her off abruptly.

‘’No, you’re staying with me whether you like it or not!’’ Roman boomed, his lips pressed together.

‘’I’m leaving.’’ She pushed her way through the tribal chief, he was left with a sour attitude. Crossing his arms pressed against his chest, Roman Reigns was not the man to mess around with tonight. He walked away from where he was standing on his own two feet and went around to find his cynical girlfriend.

‘’R/N!’’ He hollered through the buzzing music, his pupils large and filled with anger and hate. He now couldn’t find his girlfriend; his plans were ruined! A tall adult jock had bumped into Roman, spilling his drink onto his darkened clothing.

‘’Oops,’’ He sarcastically said, as he went on his way. He scowled, Roman gritted his teeth to attempt from violently throwing the jock to the ground viciously. He moved on to keep searching for his girlfriend R/N in the crowd of people at her huge house.

‘’Have you seen her?’’ Roman’s eyebrows furrowed; his face heated up with angriness. He was about to explode if she didn’t come announced.

‘’No man, what I am assuming is she probably went outside,’’ One of R/N’s friends told him, pointing with one finger towards the slider door.

‘’Thanks,’’ He scoffed, storming off to the white slider door, forcefully sliding it open and slamming it shut behind him. ‘’R/N!’’ his lungs shacked in his vocal cords; his eyes were an orange fire. Steam blowing off on the top of his head.

‘’What do you want?’’ She turned her body frame to face Roman, there, she was sitting on a wooden log with her legs crossed next to a blazing campfire.

‘’It’s you that I want to speak to!’’ He grunted, forcefully coming at her. ‘’They don’t call me the tribal chief for nothing,’’ Roman stated, as if he were giving a promo. R/N cocked her head up from her iPhone, setting it down.

‘’Listen, sweetheart. I am sorry----’’ He cut her off with a firm ‘’You better be sorry,’’ look. Aggressiveness and dominance in his whole complexion, his shoulders laid back, his mean pissed off look meant something to her. In order to calm the Samoan man down, she had to actively spend time with him, and him only.

She was shaken by his aggressive tone, ‘’P-Please, if there is anything I can do to make this better.’’ She stuttered, her facial expression a sudden change from content into complete horror.

Roman pulled something out of his pocket, a familiar-looking object that was once his girlfriend’s.

‘’Remember this?’’ He asked, sly smirk curled upon his lips. R/N looked down at the bulky necklace hesitantly, she mouthed the words:

‘’Yes, yes I do.’’

‘’SPEAK TO ME!’’ Boomed Roman, his eyes poured into the soul of his girl which caught the attention from the other people inside. ‘’No, don’t look at them, look at me.’’ A small whimper came from her, she felt deep down inside she was being taken control over. She stood there motionlessly, arms stiffly by her sides. Not wanting to make eye contact at the head of the table, she cried quietly so he couldn’t hear her. ‘'Come on,’’ He urged, tugging away at her motionless arm stuck by her side. R/N was in mixed emotions as of yet, she didn’t know how to express herself towards her boyfriend. She had the courage to finally say this:

‘’R-Roman... I don’t feel comfortable, it’s just that—I need to go.’’

He mimicked: ‘’I don’t feel comfortable. Why? Is it because I showed up unannounced and you decide to leave me after we didn’t spend time together in over 2 months? Is that what it is?’’ Before leaving, Roman realized his actions. How he affected her, she was left in tears. He needed to fix this or make this up to her. Being a heel was never an answer to solve for your problems. Especially his. The blazing campfire still lively, the heat pressed against Roman’s face from being so close to it, he had to sit down, think about what he did. Running a hand through his long, black hair, he had his arms clamped behind his back. Wanting the stormy rain that was about to arrive to take him alive. A huge lightning bolt struck across the gloomy sky; Roman wasn’t intimidated by this weather. All he wanted was R/N.

Back in the house, the party had seemed to die out. Besides, it was 11pm at night and it was storming. Everybody who attended her party had to scurry home to avoid from being caught by this hellions storm.

’Hey, you seem inconsolable. What happened?’’ R/N’s best friend asked in concern, stroking her shoulder.

‘’My boyfriend,’’ Her shallow breath vocalized as she fought back her choked up bottled tears.

‘’Oh, sweetie. Come here.’’ Her best friend pulled her into an embrace, telling her it would be okay and perhaps he will get over his hot-headedness. Roman, however, was still outside.

‘’Where is my boyfriend?’’ She asked out of nowhere, sensing he might be still outside, in which he was.

‘’He’s outside,’’ Her best friend explained, looking at the outside of the slider door. It was hard to see Roman outside, there was no glow in the orange, red fire. But her best friend knew for a fact he was outside. She scurried on her feet to open the slider door half open, she proclaimed:

‘’Roman! Come back inside!’’ He turned his head like a deer in the headlights, nodding in response. He got up from the log he was sitting upon and came back inside.

‘’I am so sorry...’’ R/N’s tears began to form in the creases of her e/c eyes, Roman’s hair was drenched from sitting in the pouring hard rain, almost shocked by a lightning bolt. He gave all his attention on her, but not her best friend. He wanted to be acknowledged. Walking up to her, he grazed his thumb across her jawline as her best friend watched.

‘’Leave,’’ he muttered, eyes on her best friend. She backed away and left the house. It was now him and her. Roman took notes mentally of his girlfriend, how her posture was, and how heavy she was breathing. Skipping breaths, she took a step closer to her boyfriend Roman. The terrifying, once called baby face, she first met when he was considered a ‘’good guy’’. He tilted his head back, looking up at the ceiling, then eyes back on r/n.

‘’Roman....’’ She breathed; her eye contact was on point so she made sure he didn’t do anything hell-riding. She could feel his presence, how desiring he was not to say ‘’no’’ to.

He grabbed a chair from the empty person kitchen, and straddled the chair.

‘’Sit,’’ he firmly said, eyes furrowed this time. As she made her way to Roman, he lifted her body weight up and sat her on his lap. Legs stretched over at the end of the chair; r/n was surprised by a deepened kiss from her boyfriend Roman. He kissed her deeply, there they sat, in the chair the two of them comfortably. She straightened out her narrow spine to adjust in his lap, his fingertips touching her bare back. Her fixed gaze focused on the tribal chief; he could feel her heart beat rapidly pound in her chest. R/N was tensed up, he gave a question: ‘’Why are you so tense?’’

She blankly stared into his pupils, snapping a finger in front of her face, she unfocused on him and shook her head.

‘’I said, why are you so tense?’’ This time with more aggressive tone, he chuckled lightly at the reaction she gave him. ‘’Now that you’re acknowledging me, I say I am your tribal chief.’’ He brushed up against her, he rubbed the nape of her neck, earning a slight whimper from his girlfriend r/n.

‘’I-I am nervous,’’ she states, being completely honest with the head of the table rubbing the part of her neck where he touched her there. He laughed at her response; he crinkled his nose up.

‘’You’re telling me, I’m making you nervous?’’ He cooed, his hand wrapped around her hair now. ‘’What if the blinds are open...?’’ r/n panicked, wondering if her best friend will come back and find her straddled on Roman’s lap.

‘’I’ll make damn sure they’re not.’' He growled, getting impatient with her. ‘’After all, you’re in the hands at the head of the table now.’’ She nodded slowly, finally acknowledging what he was telling her. It’s like she was deeply under his spell. Roman shifted his body weight facing the front of the chair, with r/n still on his lap. He got up quickly, scaring her for a second like he was about to drop her on the hardwood floors. '’Chill out,’’ he growled deeply, rolling his eyes. Tension grew between r/n and Roman as she hugged his leg. ‘’Off,’’ he demanded.

‘’Yes, tribal chief.’’ She stammered, crawling on her hands and knees now away from her boyfriend. The 6’3 Samoan man followed her to where she was going, perhaps to the upstairs basement. He smirked, watching her crawl up the stairs in awe as her bottom swayed in front of him. He grew with desire, wanting her. His veins throbbed in his neck, his bare chest from where he removed his shirt off bellowed up and down. Roman’s shoulders slugged back, basically enjoying himself. His girlfriend finally got up off the floor from army-crawling, walking normally towards the upstairs basement where she stored her necklaces and jewelry and other things in there. He followed right behind her, then closing the door to the basement and flipping on the light without any effort.

‘’God why you have to do this to me, baby girl?’’ Roman fingers tapped on his leg impatiently, waiting for some slight approval. She was getting rid of her shyness, then she placed her phone on her big wooden dresser stored in the basement where there was nothing on it. She gave the ‘’one second’’ finger gesture to him, and put on: ‘’The Hills – The Weeknd Slowed and Reverbed’’

INTRO:

Your man on the road, he doin' promo

You said, "Keep our business on the low-low"

I'm just tryna get you out the friend zone

'Cause you look even better than the photos.

This was r/n and Roman’s song to dance to, he blinked slowly while she swayed back and forth in front of him. The song slowed speed wasn’t any ordinary slowed verbed song to dance to, but it was meant to be in a romanticization way. He growled, she turned the volume up to drain his groans and growls of frustration. He took it out on her by slamming her on the dresser, she winced in pain as he grabbed her neck softly.

‘’You’re going to be a good girl for the tribal chief, got it?’’ He firmly states, she nods in response, enjoying a little bit of pain produced in her body. She choked softly, crying out the words:

‘’Yes.’’

He lifted her up and set her down on the dresser top, he kissed her deeply enough to sweep her off her feet. Her garden was in heat, her face flushed bright red wanting the head of the table to take over her. Feeling extremely confident, she laid her shoulders down on the head of the surface of the dresser, body shifted upwards.

I only call you when it's half past five

The only time that I'll be by your side

She arches her head up, he kisses her neck gently, biting down earning a yelp from her. A bead of sweat pooled down the side of the face of Roman, his fingernails dug into both of r/n’s sides until she yelped more. Wincing at the pain again, he smacks her across the face.

‘’Who is your head of the table?’’ He asks her, smacking her again this time on the rim of her bottom before she could answer.

‘’Y-You.’’ She choked; teary eyes filled like a waterfall lasting for a lifetime.

His lips curled into a smirk, her legs stretched and wrapped around his torso, r/n’s hair fell upon his tattooed chest, strands of hair touching delicately at the peak of his nips. The song continued to play through the speaker of her phone, he made fiery love to her on a cold wooden dresser, he was rough and quick; Roman’s body weight sprawled on top of her, wildly thrusting in her treasured garden as she cried out. Her acrylic nails dug deep into his flesh of his back, giving one last thrust his collapsible lungs screamed out: ‘’R/N!’’, spilling and pulling out of her.

‘’Da-Damn.’’ He wheezes, a look of concern appears on the face of his girlfriend.

‘’You--- You okay?’’

‘’Now that I’ve got you to admire me, yes.’’ He chuckled darkly, breath all weakened out.

Attempting to stay in character, Roman’s chuckle switched over into a devious smirk. ‘’I’m not done with you, yet.’’

A look of surprise read all over the face of r/n, thinking mentally: ‘’Fucker.’’

She kissed him passionately, then pulling away to catch her breath. He twirled her hair with one finger,

‘’Pretty baby girl.’’ He spoke. She blushed in response, the dominant, Samoan man had her on her knees. He pushed her head towards his manhood, "I can see you're soaked for me? Huh?" He cooed once more, "You can release that anger out all on the chief anytime, baby girl."

R/n whined in response, like he was teasing her. Before diving her mouth onto his manhood, Roman reached down her garden, rewarding her by rubbing her folds softly.

"Mhhh!" He growled, yanking her head deeper by making her choke on him. "Good, that's it. Adknowledge me as your chief." She bobbed, her jaw getting sore from fucking him. "Ah-ah yeah...." Roman mouthed his girlfriend harder, releasing and pulling out again. His face looking like this:

"God." His breath all weary, the tribal chief spent hourless sex with his girlfriend r/n, rough and dominant until his body collapsed onto her.

"Yes! Yes!" R/n exclaimed, the four walls echoing throughout the basement while she's getting pounded. Flesh hitting against flesh heard through the upstairs basement, Roman growled in her ear,

"You like when you're claimed by the chief!? HMM!?" He exclaimed back, slapping her rear end dominantly. Crying in response, she nodded.

"I-I love you----" Before finishing off her sentence, she passed out heavily in his arms. He strokes her hair with one hand, arm draped over the naked torso of his girlfriend r/n.

"That's how it's supposed to be," he whispered into his sleeping girlfriend's ear, leaving a hickey on her pale neck before getting changed and exiting her house. He left her a little note saying:

"Hope you had a fun time tonight. Love, Roman"

R/n woke up the next day, finding the note by her stomach. She picked it up, smiling softly to herself. "I'm the luckiest woman to be considered his girlfriend."

Roman was at home, he texted r/n:

Roman: Hey baby girl, I am sorry I gotten all dominant on you last night; it was to teach you a lesson and claim you're mine. You know, there will be consequences once you piss the head of the table off.

A buzz came from her phone, she read and text back.

R/n: No, it's okay honey. I love your dominant side; It's sexy as fuck on you anyway.

Roman: That's my girl.

A/N - Thank you for reading! Hoped you guys enjoyed!

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meghan-huntergirl-winchester · 5 years

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I’m Back!! (Eventual Reader X Shield)

So this was actually not a request, it was something that just came to me one day and I’ve been tweaking it here and there over time. I originally was never going to post it because I wasn’t sure if I liked it but I’m taking a leap of faith lol

Word Count: 1536

Warnings: Violence and cursing

“Seth Rollins and HHH versus Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose will take place 3 weeks from now, at Summer Slam! Goodnight everybody, from Monday Night Raw!”

Y/N clicked off the television with a sigh. It had been 2 years since she had been in a WWE ring and it hadn’t ended well. The night of June 2, 2014 and a career threatening injury changed her life forever.

*flashback*

Y/N thought it was her imagination when she heard the sound of steel making contact with a body. But when she turned around, she was shocked to see that her nightmare had become a reality. Seth had turned his back on his family and Roman and Dean were now lying on the ground having been hit with a steel chair.

“What are you doing?” she shouted at him.

“I’m doing what’s best for business!” He shouted, kicking her in the stomach and hitting her on the back with the chair. Y/N was stunned and didn’t have time to fight back. The last thing she remembered was seeing a steel chair rapidly approach her face as Seth curb-stomped her. There was a searing pain in her forehead and neck, then everything faded to black.

4 hours later Y/N would find out at a hospital that the pain she felt in her neck was a nerve being pinched between the vertebrae in her neck. The way she landed on the chair during the cub-stomp was what injured her neck. There was a corrective surgery to fix the issue, but there was only a 35% chance of her being able to wrestle again.

*end flashback*

Shaking her head to get the memory out of her mind, Y/N got up and changed into her workout clothes before heading into the kitchen to make a cup of tea and let her dog Y/D/N out. As she gathered the stuff for her tea, her telephone rang.

“Hello?” she answered, placing the phone between her shoulder and ear as she filled the tea kettle with water.

“Ms. Y/L/N. You are a hard woman to get ahold of.”

Y/N’s hands started to shake as she poured her water in her teacup. She knew that voice very well and she never thought she would hear it again.

“Mr. McMahon. Wha-What can I do for you sir?”

Mr. McMahon laughed slightly on the other end and Y/N set her tea kettle down before she dropped it.

“I heard through the grapevine that you have been at the Performance Center recently and have been stepping into the ring.”

Y/N smiled slightly. When her doctors told her that after her surgery she may not be able to wrestle again she took it as a challenge. These past 2 years have been the hardest of her life. She spent every day at therapy and training to get herself back into the ring. It seemed like every time she made headway and thought she was ready, doctors would not release her. About 2 months ago her doctors told her that it was a miracle but she was released to wrestle again.

“Yes sir…..I was finally cleared by my doctors. Yesterday was my appointment with the WWE doctors and they also cleared me. I have full clearance for training.”

Vince cleared his throat.

“Well then I have a proposition for you Ms. y/l/n.

Y/N could feel her heart pounding and her lips lifted into a smile of excitement.

“What did you have in mind sir?”

~Summer Slam~

“I am Michael Cole and joining me at ringside we have WWE Hall of Famer, Jerry “The King” Lawler, JBL, and Corey Graves. Gentlemen, it is time for our main event! 2 years ago, Seth Rollins turned his back on his brothers Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose of the Shield and joined the Authority.”

“Don’t forget what he did to Y/N Cole! Seth Rollins viciously attacked all 3 members of the Shield, but it was what he did to Y/N that really put the final nail in the coffin.” Lawler mentioned.

“You’re absolutely right King. I wanna take you back to that night 2 years ago. Seth Rollins attacked Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose with a chair to the back. Y/N was in absolute shock at what he had done. He then kicked her in the stomach, smashed a chair on her back, and curb-stomped her head onto a steel chair. She was later transported to a local medical facility where she was diagnosed with a pinched nerve in her neck and was forced to retire.”

“Tonight, Seth Rollins steps into the ring with his mentor HHH and goes against his former brothers, and that match starts right now!” As soon as those words left his mouth, the Authorities music blasted over the speakers and ‘Boos’ echoed throughout the entire arena.

Y/N sat on the floor of the timekeeper’s area crouching in the corner, listening to the match as it started. 3 weeks ago, Vince McMahon called her and offered her a spot on the main roster. 2 weeks ago, she spoke to Stephanie and HHH and found out that she would be shocking the WWE Universe and the Superstars in the ring tonight, by making her surprise return.

It was close to her moment and she tightened the strings on her hood so no one could see her face. Vince had pulled all of the superstars into a locker room to watch the main event. He had told them that they needed to see what was going to happen tonight because it was going to be big.

Y/N glanced up at JoJo in the timekeeper’s area for her signal. JoJo quickly gave her the signal that Stephanie was getting involved in the match and she quickly jumped the barrier, being extra careful that her hood didn’t fall off and reveal her identity too early. She made eye contact with HHH right as Stephanie slapped Roman across the face. Y/N was livid and rushed forward and pulled Stephanie off the apron onto the floor.

Everything in that moment stopped and all the Superstars in the ring were stunned. Stephanie stood up and got in her face.

“Just who the hell do you think you are?”

Y/N flipped her hood off and just smiled as the crowd went insane. She could hear Michael Cole to her right.

“OH MY GOD ITS Y/N! SHE’S BACK!”

Y/N just smirked at Stephanie while she screamed in her face.

“What the hell-“

With a huge slap from Y/N, Stephanie hit the ground holding her face. The audience was screaming and cheering as Y/N grabbed Stephanie and quickly pedigreed her on the floor. HHH hopped off the apron to check on Stephanie while yelling at Y/N.

Y/N’s head snapped up and she locked eyes with her former SHIELD members. Seth stood in shock before he too started screaming at her.

He was distracted long enough for Roman to come up behind him and get a surprise roll up on him.

Roman’s music blasted through the arena.

“Here are your winners, Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose!”

Y/N made her way over to the announcers table and grabbed a mic before making her way into the ring.

“What’s wrong Seth, you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

Seth began to quickly walk towards me but before Roman or Dean could do anything, I quickly kicked him in the stomach, grabbed his arms, and executed a perfect pedigree. Roman used his foot to push Seth to the floor with a loud thud. Dean rushed over and wrapped me in a bear hug whilst he ruffled the top of my hair. In the meantime, Roman grabbed another microphone from the ring announcer and leaned against the turnbuckle in the corner.

“Excuse my language but damn baby girl!”

The entire WWE Universe erupted in laughter, me included.

“Did you miss me Big Dog?”

Both Dean and Roman chuckled.

“Hell, yeah we did, and I don’t think we were the only ones.”

I glanced up the ramp and saw HHH, Stephanie, and Seth making their way to the back.

“Hold on don’t leave yet! The party is just beginning. Seth, don’t you worry, I didn’t forget about you while I was away. You and I will be seeing a lot of each other now and I am FAR from through with you. Hunter, I hope you realize what this means. That oh so thought out Plan B you mentioned 2 years ago, is slowly going to fall apart right before your very eyes. I’ll be sure of that, because now I have all the facts. I’m going to ruin you once and for all. Oh, and Stephanie, I warned you years ago what would happen to you if you ever laid a hand on one of my boys. The night the Shield formed I promised you that if you ever interfered with the Shield or laid a hand on one of my boys that I would hunt you down.”

The crowd was screaming and cheering “Kick her ass” over and over and I couldn’t help the sadistic smirk that fell onto my face.

“Looks like the hunt is over…because the Bitch is back and she’s out for blood.”

#wweimagine #wwe one shot #imagine wwe #imagines #seth rollins x reader #dean ambrose x reader #Roman reigns x reader #Shield x reader

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optimistickidscissorsmuffin-blog · 5 years

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Same Old Love [ 1 ]

— episode one; [ 2 ]

🎥 Monday Night RAW — main event

❝ Last Monday, all of you have seen exactly why I am the WWE champion and why no one on this roster was able to defeat me, I defeated Dean Ambrose, I defeated Roman Reigns and I defeated every single man here — but this is not why I am out here ❞ said Seth, his usual cocky demeanor quite evident as his henchmen "J & J security " stood behind him. ❝ I am here to make an announcement, I — ❞

He was interrupted by the arena lights going dark, followed by a soft humming which had taken nearly two minutes until the lights were back on and in ring stood Siren, dressed in black tights, a black top which had red skulls drawn drawn on it — chocolate colored tresses curled to the side along with her signature makeup. ❝ You're going to reveal how much of a lying cheating idiot you truly are ❞ she completed him with a melodious laugh. ❝ Wait wait — ❞ she paused, amused by his confused expression. ❝ You think I didn't know about this ❞

She pointed towards the titantron where several images of Seth and the current Divas Champion Nikki Bella were displayed in a rather comprising situations. ❝ Tsk tsk — you tend to forget who you claimed to love all this time! It's no secret that I am not a fan of that pathetic plastic Barbie so it didn't come as a surprise to me that you would stoop so low, but I didn't realize you'd align yourself with trash infact I — ❞

She was interrupted by the blaring of "You can look but you can't touch" — Nikki stepping out with her usual entrance.

❝ Who the hell do you think you are by insulting me? The longest reigning Divas Champion here, besides you should have known that Seth would rather be with a woman — not a soft and fragile little girl ❞ said Nikki as she stepped inside the ring.

❝ A woman — you call yourself a woman ❞ said Siren, chuckling. ❝ That's cute — see, I am kinda glad you both are present because you see I had managed to work out an agreement with someone you know very well sweetheart ❞ the words were directed at Seth who's optics were narrowed.

The sudden familiar theme of the Lunatic Fringe had the crowd chanting Dean's name, which grew louder as he had surprised Seth by attacking him from behind after taking down his henchmen. A referee had stepped out which made the match official. A back and forth brawl between the foursome had ended with a double dirty deeds on Nikki and Seth by Dean and Siren — the two emerging victorious.

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- backstage;

Renée Paquette, better known as Renée Young to the WWE universe was awaiting her real life boyfriend and close friend to appear for their interview.

❝ I am here with Dean Ambrose and Siren, so Siren tell me how do you feel about tonight's victory? ❞ inquired Renée.

Siren smiled menacingly. ❝ The WWE universe had to endure Nikki Bella and her god awful reign as Divas Champion, even worse now that she had aligned herself with the Authority. It made things quite easier for me, you see I always knew Seth would betray me ❞ glancing at Dean who grinning ❝ A leopard never changes it's prints, he had betrayed his brothers seeking what he believes is success and Nikki had betrayed her family because of jealousy — that to me sounds like a perfect couple and you know what. This victory is the start of many more because Nikki Bella, at Survivor Series you and your man will kiss those championships goodbye because come Sunday, Dean and I will walk out as the new champions of WWE. ❞

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After Vanessa had changed, she dragged her suitcase behind her — stopped midway by the sight of Colby and Nicole talking rather closely together … Anger slowly boiled within her. Suddenly, as if he had sensed her presence Colby turned around, his eyes widening … Immediately he mumbled something and approached her.

❝ What was that? ❞ inquired Vanessa with narrowed optics.

❝ Nothing, we were just chatting ❞ said Colby defensively.

❝ Yeah? ❞ said Vanessa, unconvinced by his statement however she remained composed. ❝ You did good out there, pretty convincing ❞ the words were accompanied by a grin.

❝ You did as well, still sucks that we had to part ways ❞ said Colby.

❝ Yeah, you're right. I gotta head back, see you tomorrow ❞ said Vanessa, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before leaving quickly with the same nagging feeling.

#seth rollins #seth rollins x reader #seth rollins imagine #nethbellins #nikkibella #wwe #wweimagine #sheamus x reader #sheamus imagine

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fanfantasies098 · 5 years

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Karl Anderson is your brother and he’s overprotective

Sitting on the island with a bowl of fruit in my hands watching Anderson and Gallows sitting at the table talking. I felt a arm wrap around my shoulder and take my fruit. I frowned looking up at Finn.

“Is that my fruit?” I looked over at Aj, finally becoming aware of his presence. I shook my head, nudging Finn's arm off and jumping down.

“If it’s in my hands, then I would say it’s mine.” I ran to the table crawling under between Luke’s legs. He looked down. “Protect me from the scary man.” He laughed and did the Superman pose. “Which one?” I giggled hugging his thigh.

“Hey Rosie. Don’t you think you’re a little too close to Luke’s junk?” I looked over the table at my brother seeing he was in full brother mode. I smiled laying my head between his thighs and felt his leg twitch before he pulled me up.

I rolled my eyes at both of them before grabbing the bowl of fruit and running before AJ could get a hold of it. I heard my brother bitching about me being too young or something.

“Seriously Luke. Your ten years older than her.” Luke shrugged. “I literally didn’t do anything. Don’t you think she’s old enough to make her own decisions anyway. She’s 25 for God’s sake Karl.”

The two of them seem to only argue when it’s about me most days it’s about Karl letting me decide things for myself. He does treat me like a child but I chose to come along with him on the road so I might as well suck it up anyway.

I don’t mind it that much. But dating is out of the question.

#wwe #wweimagine #karl anderson #luke gallows #finn balór #ajstyles

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wwememelord · 5 years

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We uploaded our first video to YouTube! Investigating WWE Imagines. Check the link in the profile to watch and subscribe! #wwe #wweimagine #wwememes #wwelol #wrestlingmemes #wrestling #prowrestling #memes #lol #romanreigns #deanambrose #sethrollins #finnbalor #randyorton #rko #wweraw #raw #sdlive #smackdown #smackdownlive #nxt #njpw #aew #roh https://www.instagram.com/p/BsHt2eHA2aG/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1npqrusuwql81

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hotwweimagines · 6 years

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#submission #wweimagine #imagine #seth rollins

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wrestling-imagines · 7 years

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I'm baaaack 😏

HI GUYS!!! I know i've been on a (multiple year, oops) hiatus but i'm back!! graduating high school proved to be harder than i thought, lol, but i'm back and better than ever. i have a bunch of stories that i would love to publish on here so keep an eye out for them 😉 love you guys ❤️

#wwe #imagine #wweimagines #wrestling #wrestlingimagines #seth rollins imagine #seth rollins #roman reigns #dean ambrose #john cena #imagines #wweimagine #wwe imagine #wwe imagines #wrestling-imagines

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pleasantdreamqueen · 7 years

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Imagine Sami Zayn giving you this look when you tease him outside the ring

#sami zayn #wwe #imagine #wwe raw #wweimagine

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sexuvlhevling · 7 years

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Titillated

Welcome, to the first ever one shot on here. If requested this could become a series but as of now it will not.

If you’d like to be tagged in more of my works just ask!

Jack and I laid cuddling next to one another on the bed. His hand would slowly creep closer and closer in between my legs.He knew what he was doing to me and he enjoyed it. I didn’t need to look at his face to know that. Then his hand lands right at my lips, which are getting wetter and wetter by the moment. He kisses my shoulder, sucking on the skin for a few moments as I feel him smile into my skin.

“Darling, you seem a little titillated.” He murmurs. Going back to kiss my shoulder.

“It certainly isn’t my fault that you’re able to do these things to me.” I breathe out. I turn my head and press a slow kiss to his lips. But sadly, before we could get any further there is a series of knocks on the door.

I get up, tearing myself from Jack. I open the door and there stands TJ, Noam, Cedrick, and Victoria.

“Told ya.” TJ remarks to the others that stood with him. I roll my eyes.

“What’s up?” I ask confused.

“We agreed on Game Night here…” Noam says.

“We?” I ask.

“Darling, TJ, Noam, Cedrick and Victoria agreed that we’d host game night together.” Jack calls from the bed.

“In that case, come on in. I guess I could order up a pizza if you all are hungry.”

“What were you guys up to?” Noam questions. I shrug. Not really answering right away.

“Idling.” I respond.

“You’re lucky I don’t know what titillated means.” TJ says quietly as he passes me to go into the kitchen area.

#jack gallagher #wwe #jack gallagher imagine #wweimagine #jack gallagher one shot #wwe one shot #205 live

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luvksj · 2 years

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Yandere!Undisputed Era: Naughty Little Girl

author’s note: so... i suddenly got this idea listening to jamie’s ‘pity party’. it’s a really good song imo (in my opinion) and you should listen. she’s a korean solo artist who writes songs w positive messages about not comparing yourself to others or about loving yourself cause you’re a bad b*tch. periodt.

some of my other fav songs atm include hwasa’s ‘maria’, nearly anything little mix, twice, the encanto soundtrack (esp ‘we don’t talk about bruno’ and ‘what else can i do?’) and mainly pop songs. BUT! i’m super hyped for BIGBANG’s comeback!!! ahhhh, i legit can’t wait and even though it’s bittersweet since top’s left YG, he’s still willing to participate in bigbang activites (dependent on his schedule)!

also for further context, please pretend they’re ALL in aew right now. since adam’s currently feuding w/ hangman page and vying for the aew world championship. anyway... please enjoy this story and thank you so much for interacting w/ my stories. it really means the world to meh 😄.

pov: ever since moving to aew, they’ve been neglecting you and you’ve had enough. so you decided to get payback by being a... very naughty girl.

You couldn’t stand it any longer.

Ever since coming to AEW, they’ve been treating you... differently. Treating you like a ghost... as if you don’t even exist and casting you to the shadows as they focused completely on ONE thing. Being draped in gold.

If it was just an occassional thing, then it wouldn’t bug you at all. However, this has been happening since they debuted in AEW. Cancelling dates, hang-outs -- even going as far as not seeing each other for days since they’d come back when you’d be asleep and leave before you’d wake up.

They spent nearly all their free time training. Every single spare second they had, they were at the gym -- training and working hard. You hated it. You wanted them to spend some time with you, even if it was just a short conversation in the hotel room. You just wanted to spend time with you.

However, the longer this went on... the more frustrated you got. It had gotten to the point where they wouldn’t utter a word to you or barely utter any words to you. They were so enthralled in capturing gold, that they neglected their golden gem, the most precious gold they ever had.

The breaking point for you was when they came home very late: exhausted, tired and frustrated. You were worried and tried asking them where they had been but they ignored you, promptly heading into their room and slammed the door in your face.

That was it. Your patience with them had just run out.

Your naughty and bratty side had just awoken and it was out for blood. Metaphorically speaking.

You wanted to get payback on them for how they treated you and the only way to do that was to ruin their chances at being ‘draped in gold’. They would never suspect this of you because after all you were their precious little gem. You wouldn’t dare do this to your daddies.

However, after what they put you through, you were feeling real naughty and rebellious. You knew that they had their championship matches coming up at Double or Nothing and that’s when you were going to strike.

time skip

The day had arrived and you were really nervous. They had left without you which made you happy rather than mad since it would give you extra time to go over the details of your plan.

Bobby and Kyle had a tag-team championship match against Jungle Boy and Luchasaurus. Roderick had a match against Sammy Guevara for the TNT championship. Then, Adam would compete in the main event against Hangman Page for the AEW World Championship.

You would wait until they were just about to win and then distract them. However... they wouldn’t know about it until Adam’s match. You didn’t want to flat-out reveal yourself right from the start otherwise the rest of your plan would fail so you decided to anonymously distract Bobby, Kyle and Roderick and reveal yourself during Adam’s match.

Quietly arriving, they were too busy preparing for their respective matches that they didn’t even realize you had arrived. You easily snuck past their locker room and arrived at Thunder Rosa’s locker room, she had allowed you to hide in her locker room after informing her of your ‘revenge’ plan.

You successfully enacted 2/3 of your plan by anonymously distracting Bobby, Kyle and Roderick during their matches causing them to lose. They still remained clueless to the fact you were here and vowed that their mysterious attacker will reap the consequences.

However, the final stage of your revenge plan was about to take place. And to make it a whole lot sweeter, Hangman Page was in on it. He overheard about it while you were talking to Rosa and offered his assistance which you gladly accepted.

You were nicely dressed, wearing one of their favorite outfits. The AEW glam team kindly did your makeup and hair making you look even better. You were waiting for your cue, intently watching the monitor as Adam took on Hangman Page in an intense main event.

Just as Adam was about to win, you went out in all your glory... confusing everyone. You smirked, confidently strutting down the runway towards the ring and jump up, standing behind the ropes as Adam approaches you, confused. Your smirk just grew with every step he took, confusing everyone even more.

When he was close enough, you leaned forward and whispered, “Do I have your attention now?” That’s when Hangman Page came from behind, rolling him into the pin for the win. Everyone was flabbergasted, you just costed Adam his match and not just any match... a title match.

You stare at him blankly as Hangman Page hurriedly rolls out of the ring, holding his title. The others came running out, surprised by your actions as you stood in front of them, no regret on your face as you said the same words to them as you said to Adam. “Do I have your attention now?”

That’s when it clicked in everyone’s head. You were the one who costed all of them their championship matches. It was you who distracted them. You were the mysterious attacker. Everyone’s faces morphed pure shock as the noise increased ten fold, stunned by the fact you did this to them.

Hangman Page stood beside you, wearing an identical smirk as he holds up his title. They continue to stare at you in pure shock -- unable to believe you’ve done something like this and what everyone, including you, seemed to miss was the glint in their eyes which ignited their yandere personality.

The following week on AEW, after avoiding them and rooming with Thunder Rosa, you went out and explained your actions.

You ensured you didn’t leave anything out, giving everyone a thorough in-sight into the reasoning behind your decision of your actions last week at Double or Nothing. “Does everyone understand now?” you questioned, finishing your lengthy rant as chants of “YES!” filled the arena making you grin.

Staring directly at the camera, you grinned mischievously, “So Adam, Kyle, Roderick and Bobby... do you understand? Do you understand why I did it? Why I costed you your title matches last week at Double or Nothing.” you started off.

“Call me petty or bratty... I really don’t care. What happened last week is nothing more than a warning or a taste of what I’m capable of. And trust me, when I say... I’m not afraid to get dirty if that’s what it takes.” you threatened. “So the moral of the story is don’t mistreat me otherwise I’ll rain fucking hell on you. And that’s undisputed!” you stated, fans cheering at your reference.

Before you could leave, their music sounded. Anyone could tell just by their body language how pissed off they were but you knew them better than anyone and could easily see that they’re trying to control themselves to protect their image but with your behavior -- it’s really difficult.

Standing behind the ropes, one person on each side, staring a gaping hole through your skull. Eyes full of anger, annoyance, perhaps a little bit of amusement and a little spark of their yandere-ness. That little spark knocked your confidence slightly but you wouldn’t tell them that -- that’ll only boost their ego.

“So Y/N... let me get this straight. You hated how we treated you and decide the only fair way to enact revenge is by costing us our championship matches. Is that right, baby?” Adam questioned you. You looked at him directly in the eyes, “Glad you can hear me now.” you responded sarcastically, earning a growl in return.

Roderick spoke up, gaining your attention. “Well Y/N, we’re sorry for how we treated you. We understand that you were angry about our behaviour towards you and we apologize.” he started off. You knew there was more and waited, wearing a smirk.

“But that does not give you the right to ruin our matches.” he declared as the others nod. “You betrayed us, Y/N. You costed us the titles to satisfy your pettiness and have acted like a brat ever since. And you know exactly what happens to brats, don’t you?” he rhetorically asked.

Nodding, you answer his question, “They get punished, daddy.” But you weren’t finished there and leaned closer to him, almost whispering it so only they could hear it, “Hence why I punished you guys.”

The fans went insane at your boldness while they struggled to contain their yandere side because you were really testing them now. “You see... you were acting like brats and decided that you needed to be punished. Don’t be mad, I just took a page out of your playbook.” you explained.

Climbing through the ropes, Bobby yanks your hair as Kyle crouches down to meet your eyes. “You’ve done it now, princess. You won’t be able to even get out of bed once we’re through, you little slut.” he whispered the last part for obvious reasons.

Grinning, I flip them the bird, “And guess what? I don’t fucking care. So, you four horny fuckers can kiss my ass.” you retorted earning a harsh hair pull from Bobby in return.

“So daddies, answer my question. Do I have your attention?” you demanded as Adam nodded. “Yes you do and you’re gonna regret it.”

Were you in pain? Absolutely.

Were you going to be bed-ridden for weeks? Yes.

But did you regret it? Did you regret what you did? Nope. Not one bit.

And would you ever do this again? Would you ever act this bratty again? The answer was simple: Abso-fucking-lutely. In a damn heartbeat.

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Roman Reigns - You Look Even Better Than The Photos {SNEAK PEEK PART 1}

Pairing(s): Roman Reigns x Female Reader!

Category: SMUT / NSFW

Summary / Theme: Roman is frustrated tonight, but the head of the table will get his frustration changed quick when he sees his girlfriend in the middle of the night.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Smut! | Ma*turbation | 17+ READERS ONLY!

Word Count: 4,000. (Please note - this is not word count of 4k of the sneak peek, but this part is only what I have gotten done!)

"Acknowledge me," Roman growled as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, grasping a choker collar in his hand that was once his girlfriend's. The rain spewed hard against his bedroom window, the storm was outrageous. He shuts his eyes, still having the choker in hand and presses his body weight against the foot of the luxurious king sized bed as if he was pressing himself against the ring ropes. Glancing down at the little choker of your's, he hummed and scooted himself up on the bed. "You don't know what's going to be coming for you, baby girl."

Roman's devilious smirk appeared on his face, as if he were talking to himself. He was in his head, not aloud. He trailed a finger down on his chest, down towards his manhood. Peeling off the material that was on him, he gave out a hot breath. "Wish you were here, so you could acknowledge me. Fuck." Roman cursed, grazing the head of his manhood. Sitting in an empty noise-free room, he arched his head up on the headboard of the bed and moaned softly. The image of you bobbing your head down on his shaft drove him to the edge.

He never cried out in pleasure, he always gave pleasure to you as he should. The head of the table didn't fuck around. His eyes bores into his far away reflection, the mirror stalking him because the mirror admired Roman Reigns. The mirror helped to adknowledge him. Fingertips grazed upon his head of his shaft, he gave it one last rough stroke before spilling.

"That's it," Roman said aloud, frustrated. He jumped out of his bed and cleaned himself up with a washcloth. He had to go shower himself before he plans on seeing his girl. Owning the ground where he walked, Roman turns the golden doorknob attached to the bathroom door and opened to enter. Shutting the bathroom door on his arrival, the tribal chief pulled his sweatpants below his kneecaps, kicking them off to start the shower.

#romanreigns #roman reigns x reader #romanreignssmut #tribalchief #wwesmut #headofthetable #wwefanfic #wweimagine #smut #shortfanfic #writewithshar #wwe #wrestling fanfic #wwe fanfiction

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meghan-huntergirl-winchester · 5 years

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A Twist in Fate (Hardy Boys X Sister!Reader)

Request: Hi, I was wondering if I could get a WWE imagine where you’re the Hardy's little sister and you work in WWE but it's kinda of weird for Y/N because her brothers aren't there. At WrestleMania 30 she has a match for the diva's championship and wins but she didn't know her brothers would be backstage waiting for her when she came back and she's really excited and happy to see them since they hardly get to see each other. Can you make the ending sweet? Please and thank you! Love your writing btw. :)

A/n: Hello Sweetheart! Thank you so much for your request! I wanna say that I am so sorry that it has taken me so long to get this to you. I got this request sooooo long ago. I had really lost my passion for writing, but I didn’t wanna leave you hanging forever. I am so sorry ☹. I really hope you enjoy it! I had to go back and watch some old Hardy matches to get into the groove of writing this one so thank you for making me go back and watch some! Enjoy!

Y/n= Your name

Y/n/n= your nickname

Word Count: 1565

Warnings: None except for Violence and Language

WrestleMania 30….who would have thought that I would be a part of the Diva’s Title match at WrestleMania. My name is Y/n Hardy. That’s right, I said Hardy. That means my brothers are Matt and Jeff Hardy. Tonight was going to be the hardest match of my life. Tonight is the “Vicki Guerrero Diva’s Championship Invitational Battle Royal” or something like that. Almost all of the active Divas are participating in the match and I’m dying to get my hands on that Divas Title. I just really wish that my brothers were here to see it. With my traveling schedule with the WWE and their traveling schedule with other things, it’s almost impossible for us to see each other. A knocking on the door pulled me out of my thoughts.

“Ms. Hardy? 5 minutes to gorilla position.”

“Thanks Tom!”

I turned back to the mirror and smiled at my reflection. I truly was a Hardy. Being that tonight is WrestleMania 30, I took extra care into my ring gear. Since my brothers couldn’t physically be with me tonight I was going to take a piece of them to the ring with me. I was wearing one of Matt’s Hardy Boy shirts, and before I left home I had the chance to steal Jeff’s favorite sets of arm warmers to wear to the ring. With one last look in the mirror, I put the finishing touches on my black eyeliner and headed towards the gorilla.

As I approached gorilla and saw several of the other Divas making their way to the ring I started to stretch and do a few warm ups before my music was played.

“Hey Y/n! Good luck tonight!” I heard my friend April, otherwise known as AJ Lee, say as she passed by.

“Thanks April. Don’t go too crazy on me tonight okay?” I said with a laugh as I stood up and stretched my arms over my head. I heard April laugh and felt her hand pat me on my shoulder.

“Deal! Only if you promise no Twist of Fate!”

Before I could say anything else, April’s music hit and I watched as April slipped away and AJ Lee came to the front. I couldn’t help but shake my head with a small laugh. I loved that girl but she was fucking crazy sometimes. Knowing that my music was up next, I grabbed my ‘Hardy’ necklace and an extra T-shirt to hand out to the audience before getting into position.

Moments later my music blasted through the arena and I smiled at the crowd reaction. As I made my way down the ramp I pulled my necklace off and placed it over the head of a little girl who was holding a “Y/n Hardy” sign and handed my T-shirt to one of the Make-A-Wish kids who were sitting in the front row, before leaping up on the ring apron. Staring down the Divas for a moment, my eyes met Aprils and I saw her nod slightly with a barely noticeable smile. I hopped up on the middle rope and posed for a moment before hoping down and getting ready.

“The following contest is the Vicki Guerrero Divas Championship Invitational! The first Diva to score a pin fall or submission will be declared the winner and the Diva’s Champion!”

The bell rang and immediately AJ and I were thrown into the center, all of the other Diva’s surrounding us. For a moment, no one made a move until a foot suddenly slammed into my stomach and all hell broke loose. I could feel Tamina stomping on my back with her foot as Nikki Bella stomped on my left knee. With a harsh kick to my side, Tamina kicked me off the apron and onto the floor. I could hear the ref making counts but none were even close to a 3 count. I pulled myself off the ground by holding on to the apron and I watched as The Bellas knocked everyone out of the ring and then did twin suicide dives through the ropes.

Nikki and Brie were the only ones standing and I watched as they slowly turned on each other and began to fight amongst themselves. Across the ring, Aj was slowly getting to her feet and she made her way into the ring along with Natalya, Naomi, Tamina, and Alicia Fox. They brawled for a few moments until AJ got Naomi in the Black Widow. I could tell that Naomi was about to tap so I quickly jumped into the ring and pulled Aj off of Naomi before kicking her to the floor. Now only AJ and I were left in the ring. We stared down each other for a moment before we locked up. AJ caught me in the black widow but I was able to power out and reverse it into a twist of fate.

The crowd was electric as I climbed to the top rope to do my finisher. The swanton bomb. I hit it perfectly and rolled AJ up for the pin. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Brie and Nikki fighting to get to me.

1….

2…

The Bella’s had climbed under the ropes and were in the ring.

The ref slammed his hand down a third and final time right before the Bella’s reached me and the bell rang.

“Here is your winner and the New WWE Diva’s Champion Y/N Hardy!!!”

Sitting there with my mouth wide open, it hit me. I was the new Diva’s Champion. The ref handed me the belt and all I could do was stare at it. I could hear Nikki and Brie yelling at the ref in outrage but I didn’t care. I did it…..I was champion. I stood on the turnbuckle and hoisted my title over my head. After celebrating my win for a few more minutes, I made my way backstage. All the women from the match and a large group of superstars came over and congratulated me on my win. Soon enough I broke away from the crowd that had gathered and made my way back to makeup and hair.

“Hey hun! You need a touch up for your championship photo shoot?” Leslie asked as she got off her phone and tossed it to the table.

“Yeah, they want me to go ahead and do the pictures that way I can relax for the rest of the night.”

I hopped up into the chair with my title in my lap. Leslie started fixing my hair and my face and I couldn’t help but wonder if Jeff and Matt got to at least watch my match.

“All right honey. You’re all set. Let me give you a final spray with this setting spray and you’re good to go.”

“Thanks Leslie! You always do an amazing job.”

Hopping out of the chair I quickly headed to my photo shoot. I saw my friends the Shield coming down the hall with some food, and I snagged a cookie from Seth’s plate before scurrying down the hall.

“Hey! Get your own cookies champ!”

“Sorry! I’ll buy you coffee in the morning!” I called down the hall only to receive a thumbs up from him. He was so easy to please. Buy him a coffee or agree to work out with him and he is set.

“Ah Ms. Hardy, congratulations! We need to get photos for WWE.com and for upcoming promotional posters.”

“Let’s get this party started then!”

The photographer tapped the play button on the radio to fill the silence in the room and got to shooting.

“Good, now can you raise the title up with your right arm and give us the Hardy symbol with your left?”

I did as told and even stuck out my tongue during it.

“That looks awesome! Come take a look.”

Relief swam through me as I finally got to drop my arm for a few moments, and I stepped forward to glance at the screen. Joseph, the photographer, turned the screen to me and I gasped in shock. It was me throwing up the hardy symbol and my title but standing on either side of me were my brothers Jeff and Matt.

“Congrats sis!”

I whipped my head back around to where I was just standing and there were Matt and Jeff.

“Wha- I thought you wouldn’t be able to make it! You lied to me!”

Jeff launched forward and wrapped me in a tight hug.

“We got here right as you were making your entrance. Matt and I were able to rearrange some things and get here just in time.”

Jeff released me just in time for Matt to wrap me up in his arms as well.

“You did it sis. We’re so proud of you! There’s a new champ in the family.”

Joseph spoke up, startling me out of my thoughts.

“How about we do a few photos of the three of you now that you know that they are here? We can show the photos to Vince and maybe he can use them on WWE.com.”

So, the three of us posed together for a bunch of photos and this time the smile on my face was as genuine as it could get. My brothers got to see me wrestle and win my first title at WrestleMania. What more could a girl ask for?

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