#seth rollins lemons

[edgessunflower]

Nail biting

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Fem reader x Becky Lynch

Description: Seth and Becky find an unusual way to help you deal with your habit of biting your fingernails

"Baby, stop that's not good" you turned while standing by the curtain waiting for your match with Natalya when Becky spoke seeing you biting your nails which was both a long and bad habit you had to handle your anxiety since you were a teenager and you did try not to chew on your nails but sometimes you would do it without even realizing it until you made the sides of your fingers bleed or someone had noticed and said something about it which made you stop immediately like you did when you heard becky. Seth was at catering when becky came to him and told him that she had yet again caught you chewing on your finger nails making him pinch the bridge of his nose as they watched you out in the ring during your match cheering you on during the twenty match and cheering louder when you won leading to them lifting you in their arms and smothering you with affection, a week later seth had caught you doing it again when you had a dentist appointment making him groan in his hands after you left leading to him and becky taking drastic measures later that evening when they caught you chewing a hang nail off and after a call with Triple H who informed that you had a big match against Rhea on Smackdown later that week which made your anxiety dig it's venomous claws into you before suddenly seth had grabbed your wrists as becky walked to the fridge as you looked between them asking what they were doing but all they did was pour lemon juice over your nails then wrap each one of your fingers in bandages. "What in the hell?" you looked confused and slightly startled between them as seth let go of your wrists and becky put the first aid kit back in the bathroom and the lemon juice in the fridge while seth simply shrugged while sipping on iced coffee before becky came back downstairs and spoke bluntly to you, "You gotta stop chewing on your nails and you can't do that if you have those on them" you looked between them wide eyed before they walked back to the couch while you were left standing speechless in the kitchen by the island before sighing and running a hand through your hair then joining them on the couch to watch episodes of Jackass which you truly didn't know why but it was the only real funny thing you could find that you hadn't already seen that week or that you already owned somehow leading to the three of you laughing, wincing, or coughing and closing your eyes so none of you got sick from some of the things you all saw especially in Jackass 2 with some of it's less than...simple and friendly acts before watching grown ups and grown ups 2 to light things up and ate dinner leading to the next three weeks of your fingers being regularly doused in lemon juice and bandaged up. Finally after a total of seven long torturous weeks of the cycle of lemon juice and bandages barely even able to see your bare fingers and nails unless bandages were being changed seth and becky finally took the bandages off once you firmly and completely promised them that you would not chew on your nails helping you find different ways to manage your chronic anxiety from music and playing small games on your phone to painting whenever you had time off and swimming which helped you deal with your anxiety about matches, bills, the dentist, and other things along with becky and seth being your rocks which made you love them even more than you already did with your whole heart and soul.

[jxtina-86]

Temporary Escape - Part 4

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rating: MA

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You were mumbling in your sleep.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I chew my lip. “We…”

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

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

“Why?”

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

“I see.”

“Just a dream, Seth.”

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

“I guess.”

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

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

“Sure.” His face stays soft and relaxed.

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

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

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

“How was it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Was it good?”

“We don’t have to talk about this.”

“I want to.”

“Why? It was a dream. Nothing more.”

“What if it was more?”

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

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

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

“I would. I am.”

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

“I think it’s pretty straightforward.”

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

“Why not?”

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

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

“What do you mean by that?”

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

“Where are you going?”

“To get them.”

“Seth!”

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

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

“No messing. I’m serious.”

“I don’t understand.”

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

“I…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you down for it or not?”

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

“But if she is. And I am?”

Another pause. “Sure.”

“Roman?”

There’s a grunt of agreement.

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

“Christ, this is fucked up.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I guess.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I saw the photo.”

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

“My terms?”

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

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

“Tell you what?”

“About your dream.”

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

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

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

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

“There was another mouth on my breasts…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I…” My head is swimming.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[helplessly-nonstop]

A Thief of Hearts(And Jewels) (S.Rollins smut)

Well, my discord chat and I was up to some of our usual antics and somehow we ended up on the idea of the Shield as criminals. So I took the idea and ran with it. So here we are! This is a jewel thief/FBI AU!

Warnings: use of handcuffs, smut, lil bit of angst, sprinkle of fluff, sort of humorous sex..., taking a shower together, mentions of not pulling out, I think that’s it

WC: 3889 words

I’m a robbery agent for the Cincinnati field office for the FBI and one team of criminals that I haven't been able to catch is the Ruby Robbers. It was the team of Dean Ambrose and Roman Reigns and no matter how close I got to catching those handsome bastards, they managed to slip from my grasp every fucking time.

I huffed and slammed my hands on my desk, growling in annoyance. Seth Rollins, my partner, glanced up and raised an eyebrow, questioning, “You okay there, beautiful?” I let out a soft cry then whined,”I don’t get it. How the hell are they so far ahead of me? As soon as I get to the robbery, it’s like someone already tipped them off.”

“They’re criminals, Y/L/N. What do you expect?” I huffed, annoyed at his rationality, then I muttered, “I dunno. Maybe I was hoping for an easier criminal team to catch? Couldn’t they be a little less.. I don’t know, smart? I mean, who’s actually heard of a smart jewel thief? Most of them just gets caught on their first heist. These guys have hit almost every museum from Boston, all the way over to San Diego, down to New Orleans, but they always seem to come back here. Why? They’ve robbed one bank for a ruby. I just don’t get it.”

“Maybe you should think more like a criminal, get inside their heads.” I stared at Rollins for a moment then he raised an eyebrow at me, asking, “What? You don’t like my idea?” I blinked slowly at him then answered slowly, “Actually… I think you’re onto something, Seth. But the question is how do I think like a criminal?”

“Study the crimes scenes. Analyze how they made off with the rubies and how they got away. Break down the banks and museums then put yourself in their places, get inside their heads.”he suggested, passing me an entire stack of maps. I stared at all of the papers then replied,”Well, it was your idea, so you’re helping me think like a criminal.”

“What? Me? Why me? Why couldn’t you pick Becky? She’s more likely to be a criminal!” Seth protested then the Irish woman appeared, slapping her friend on the back of the head.

“Dat’s whatcha get fer dat!”she informed him before disappearing from sight once again. Seth and I exchanged confused glances then shrugged, settling down on the floor as we analyzed the crime scene photos, all of the museum and bank floor plans.

Hours had passed then I squinted down at the first heist that they completed. It was just a small bank here in Cinci and I couldn’t help but wonder why they chose this particular bank to rob. The ruby that they had stolen wasn’t very expensive so I couldn’t help but wonder what their motive was.

“Alright kid, spill it. You’ve been staring at that one bank for the last thirty minutes. What’s got you so focused on it?” I bit my lip then flickered in between two of the crime scene photos that I had been stuck on and replied,”I’m… I’m not sure, really. These two pictures, they’ve got me stumped. It’s like something is inside screaming at me to find it, but I can’t manage to think of what it was.’’

He took them from my hands and held them up to the light, the two of us studying the scenario in the different view then I snapped my fingers, snatching the left one from my partner’s hand. He glanced over my shoulder as I explained,”The ruby never left the bank! That’s why the surveillance cameras were cut! Reigns and Ambrose doesn’t give a damn if people know what they look like! They thrive on taunting people knowing that they’ve gotten away with their crimes! That’s Ambrose right there, putting the ruby in that vent.”

Rollins squinted down at the picture and he rubbed his thumb against where I pointed at then he murmured,”Well I’ll be a son of a bitch. How’d we not noticed that sooner?” I quickly stood then exclaimed,”I don’t know, but at this moment, I really don’t give two shits! I’ve gotta go check out this bank, right now!”

“What, like right now?! You do realize what time it is, right? It’s like one in the morning, you lunatic!” Seth protested, standing up as well. I snatched the picture from his hand then slid my jacket as I answered,”Yeah, I know! But I have a copy key to the door and I need to go see if the ruby is still there.” He sighed, shaking his head as he put on his own coat then he muttered,”Alright, if you say so.”

We exited the office and realized that it was pouring down rain but at this point, I couldn’t care less. I had finally gotten a break in this stupid case. We rushed to the car, Seth thankfully popping the umbrella that he always carries with him, then off to the bank we went, determined to get our big break. I slammed the car into park and we entered the bank as I unlocked the front door, the alarms thankfully disarming when I did so.

I hurried over to where Ambrose was caught on camera sliding the ruby into the vent then I turned on my phone light, scanning the somewhat large vent. Not but three feet into the vents, I spotted the shiny, blood colored jewel and I slipped on a pair of latex gloves to prevent tainting evidence.

“Seth, I found it!” I shouted, turning to face my partner, only for a frying pan to smack me in the face.

The pain was the first thing to greet me when I came to. My head throbbed with the after effects of being (essentially) kissed really fucking hard with a pan. I groaned then realized that I had a second problem to compliment my first one: I was tied up and duct tape had been slapped across my mouth. I let out a whine then realized that people were talking outside of where I was being held.

“Did you really have to hit her that hard though? She would’ve went with us much easier if you would’ve just pointed a gun in her face and ordered her to drop the ruby and walk.” I recognized that voice. It was impossible not to know that voice, considered I had been partners with that person for the last four years. My head snapped up and I glowered at the door across from me, knowing that the three men was about to enter the room.

“Oh look, she’s awake!” Dean Ambrose chirped, sliding into the room like the smooth criminal he was. Roman Reigns gave a sly smile and replied, “Well, that tosses our wake up plan.” And finally, Seth fucking Rollins ended their little train of jewel thieves. The three sat down beside me then I began screeching through my gag, kicking my feet the best that I could in this position.

“Damn, she’s a feisty one. How’d you manage to deal with her all these years, Seth?” Reigns asked, allowing his chin to rest lazily on his fist, propped up by his knee. Rollins grinned at his criminal buddies and replied,”We were well paired. Weren’t we, sweetheart?” My eyes narrowed and in my mind, I imagined hurting him very badly, but then remembered that even though I was pissed, I wouldn’t be able to bring myself to hurt him.

“Now. If you promise to act somewhat civilized, I’ll take off the duct tape. But if you misbehave even once, I’m putting in a ball gag and you won’t get a safe word. Do you understand me?” Ambrose threatened, leaning forward. I gave a small nod, annoyed with the duct tape, and he yanked it off, a small help escaping me as I got a free wax from the glue on the tape.

“W-Why? Why are you working with them? You worked so hard to help me catch them.” I murmured, eyes lowering to avoid his gaze.

He sighed and cupped my cheek as he answered,”I’ve known Dean and Ro since I was a kid. When I found out that they had became jewel thieves, I realized that my true allegiance with them had never died out. So I contacted them and told them that I would help them escape capture.”

“Granted when you were gifted the case, it made it a little more difficult because I wanted to stay loyal to you, but I couldn’t turn my back on Roman and Dean again. I left them when I went to college and the academy. So I decided to play both sides of the fence.” I stared at him for a solid three minutes (or mores I’m not sure) then shrieked,”I can’t fucking believe you! You backstabbing little hoe bag! I trusted you!”

Rollins leaned backwards and looked over at Roman as he stated,”I told you she was gonna be pissed.”

“Man, I knew she was going to be pissed. And with good reason too.”the longer haired man replied, giving a shrug. My entire body trembled with the force of my anger, frustration, and defeat then I hung my head, letting out a soft sob.

“I never meant to hurt you, I promise.” Seth murmured, cupping my cheek to brush away my tears away.

“I-I trusted you. You played me.” I whimpered. He sighed and pressed his lips to my forehead, saying softly, “I didn’t want to. I just needed to earn their trust back. You have to know that, sweetheart.” Dean glanced up towards the door and stated, ”Hate to break up this little love fest but uh, we need to get going.” Seth glanced up at his friend’s words then pulled me into his arms bridal style and we exited the bank, hopping into a car with Roman in the driver’s seat and Dean in the passenger.

Seth buckled me in then asked,”If I cut you free, do you promise to be good for me?” His unintentional innuendo made me blush then I ducked my head and muttered,”Yeah. It’s not like I can do anything. You took my gun.”

“And the knife you keep in your shoe.”he informed me, cutting my legs and arms free, only for him to snap one of the cuffs around my wrist and the other to his own.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I shouted, tugging against him. He gave a grin then answered,”I know how your mind works, beautiful. I’m not giving you any chances of escaping. So sit back and enjoy the ride.” I groaned and smacked my head against the head rest for the seat, glaring out my window as Dean began humming CCR’s Bad Moon Rising. Seth twisted his hand upwards and I glanced down briefly at it, ignoring the allure it had. I wanted to hold his hand like I used to during car rides but he betrayed me. I couldn’t exactly ignore that… could I?

I turned back to the window then I felt his fingertips skim my own and he leaned closer, murmuring, ”You might as well get comfy, sweetheart. This is going to be a long ride.” I huffed and side eyed him before returning to my glaring out the window.

We passed through Ohio into Indiana very briefly, and when I woke up, I realized that we had drove all the way through Kentucky, Tennessee, and Alabama before finally realizing our destination: Florida. I rubbed at my eyes then glanced up to see that Seth was leaning against me, his eyes closed and I sighed at how relaxed he was.

Half of my mind wanted to hate him, to punish him for all of the bullshit that he had put me through during this case. But another part of me, the idiotic side, was desperate to forgive him. I stared down at our entangled fingers then snapped my gaze up to Dean as he said,”He really does care for you. A lot more than he likes to admit. And it crushes him every day to lie to you.”

“It doesn’t change the fact that he still lied to me.” I muttered, leaning against Seth’s chest. Roman sighed and said,”Yes, you do have a point. But put yourself in his position. He just wanted to keep his best friends and his lover to himself. Is that so wrong?”

My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I stuttered,”I-I am not his lover.” I watched Dean and Roman share a unconvinced glance then I snapped,”I have never slept with Rollins, even if the thought has crossed my mind.” The two shared a laugh then Seth murmured,”Well, good to know that the feeling is mutual.” I jerked away from him, only for him to yank back on his cuff, dragging me back in.

“What, you’re allowed to cuddle with me for the majority of the ride down here but the moment that I lay my head on yours, you freak out and admit that you want to sleep with me?”he asked, his nose brushing mine. I stared at him for a while, unsure of what to say then he turned away, glancing towards our driver as he asked,”So, where we at?”

“Just crosses the Alabama/Florida border. We just switched drivers so I’m ready to finish this trip.” Roman answered, his dark eyes glued to the road ahead of us. Seth nodded but didn’t replying. We settled into a silence then we pulled into a large house, three cars in the driveway. I guess being jewel thieves paid off nicely. We entered the house and Dean set his duffel bag down, ordering,”Take your shoes off, this is white carpet and if you stain it, you will clean it. Got it? Good. Rollins, she’s your lover, you share a room with her.”

Roman and Dean, now holding hands, disappeared into a bedroom, locking the door behind them as I shouted,”We’re not lovers!” I glanced up at Seth who stared down at me then tugged me up the stairs without a word.

“Look, can we just maybe unlock these cuffs so I can get a shower, please? You made me sit in the car for over eleven hours and I really want to shower.” Seth tossed his own bag onto the bed then turned to look at me before he replied, ”Maybe. Would you rather eat first?” My stomach grumbled in response and I rolled my eyes at my body’s betrayal then we walked back downstairs to find something to eat.

He opened the freezer and pulled out mozzarella sticks, stating,”It’s my cheat weekend, so you’ll have to sue me.” I nodded in understanding and he started the deep fryer then we settled across from one another, waiting for the oil to heat up. We stared at each other then a small chime alerted us that the oil had reached its boiling point. Standing up, we dropped the sticks into the fryer, waiting for them to begin flooding.

Once we finished eating, we walked back upstairs and laid down on the bed, beginning to watch Castle Rock, the new Stephen King show on Hulu. We ended up finishing the entire first season and by the time we finished it, it was one in the morning. I glanced down at the cuffs and murmured,”Now can I get a shower? Please? It’s not like your bathroom has windows and even if you did, I’m not one for jumping out three story buildings.”

Seth’s lips twitched to the side and he looked down at the chain connecting us then uncuffed my wrist, leading me into the bathroom. He held up the key and set it down on the dresser beside the restroom door before warning,”You even think about running, I won’t hesitate to tackle your ass and handcuff you to the bed frame. Do you understand me?” I nodded in agreement then he pushed me into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I stared into my reflection then pulled off my shirt, unhooking my bra, and let out a scream as the door opened, Seth stepping into the room.

“What the hell are you doing? I thought you were going to trust me to be alone long enough to take a shower?” I snapped, covering my breasts with my shirt. My partner tilted his head to the side, as if considering his words, then he stated,”Mm, I changed my mind. Consider the deal null and void.”

“What?!” I shouted as he snapped the handcuff back around my wrist. I stared down at the chain and I realized that he didn’t have a shirt on then it dawned on me.

“Are you going to take a shower with me?” He looked at me with a blank expression then said simply,”Y/N, I’ve seen you naked. You’ll be fine.” I have an anxious glance to the shower and he rolled his eyes, asking,”What, you want me to lose my pants first? Fine.” Using his free hand, he unbuttoned and slid his zipper down, pushing it down as far as he could manage then wiggles out of the material the rest of the way. And to no surprise, he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

I dipped my head downwards to avoid his gaze - and his dick- then he started the water, waiting for me to strip. He glanced at me expectantly then he said,”Sweetheart, you lose the pants, or I’ll help you out of them.” With my entire face up in flames, I pushed my jeans to my knees and kicked them away, stepping into the shower.

In silence we traded places back and forth underneath the steady stream of hot water then when I couldn’t get all of the conditioner out of my hair, Seth reached up and worked the soap out, kissing the crown of my head before he murmured, “C'mon, let’s go to bed, sweetheart.”

Whether it was the kindness of that he gave and my previous crush on him, I held his hand as he helped wrap me into a towel then I returned the favor, staring up at him as he watched me, his tongue flicking out to trace his lips. I watched with intrigue when he did so and we walked into the bedroom, Seth grabbing the key to release our hands long enough to get dressed. He walked into the closet then tossed a shirt at me, along with a pair of boxers, stating,”Go ahead and get dressed.”

As soon as I was dressed, he exited the closet and clasped the cuffs down once again, the two of us laying down with my back to his bare chest. His free arm snaked underneath my head then he wrapped our connected arms around my waist.

“Seth.” I murmured as he pressed against me halfway through the night. He groaned, nestling his face in the crook of my neck as he groaned,”Shh, sweetheart. Jus’ go back to sleep, kay?”

“Can’t, you’re distracting me.” I admitted, eyes glued to where his fingers were half slipped into the boxers that I wore. He turned, taking a deep breath in, then kissed the skin of my neck, murmuring,”Is that so? Can’t think with my fingers so close to your pussy, sweetheart?” I stuttered at his statement then he uncuffed us, turning me over.

“Seth…” I drawled out, cupping his cheek. He pulled me closer then murmured,”Lovely, if we do this, there won’t be any turning back. We’ll make this official. Do you got me?” I nodded then pulled him closer before he met me the rest of the way, kissing me. I gasped into his mouth, fingers tangling into his hair before I asked,”Are you going to give me back to the Bureau?” He hummed into my mouth and replied,”Not sure yet. That all depends.”

“On?” I murmured, tangling my legs with his then he pressed his thigh upwards, the material of the boxers brushing against my clit. I gasped at the pressure then grinded downwards as he moved away then I whined, Seth kissing me again.

“On whether you’re willing to transfer down south with me.”

“As long as you fuck me and make me come, I’ll literally do anything you ask.” I gasped out as he tugged my clothes off, doing the same to himself. He flipped me onto my back and began kissing my neck, sucking hickeys into place as he purred, ”Anything?” He was the Devil, he was so perfect in my eyes, so trustworthy.

“Yes anything, you moron, now make me come dammit!” I cried out, kicking my legs out in frustration. Seth laughed at my annoyance then spread my legs, kissing from my knees up to my inner thighs then blew softly on my folds as he slid closer. I trembled under the anticipation running through my veins then murmured,”Seth please.”

His dark eyes softened at my plea then he crawled up to me, pressing kisses to my hips, much stomach, breasts, and neck before he asked, “What, you don’t want me to eat you out?”

“I-I don’t know. Maybe?” He kissed me again, soothing my nerves, and he assured me,”It’s okay, I’ll do it in the morning, sweetheart. Just lean back and hang on for the ride.” I nodded in agreement then Seth pulled my legs around his hips, wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, leading it to my slit. He coated his member with my slick then glanced up at me, asking,”You okay with this? You don’t wanna turn back?”

“Shut up and fuck me.” I growled out, guiding him inside. He groaned and finally rocked up into me, moans escaping the two of us. I tangled my hand through his hair then pulled him closer as we kissed, my thighs squeezing on his hips.

“Goddamn, sweetheart, you’re so right. Fuck me.” I raised my head and asked,”Isn’t that what I’m doing right now?” He gave a breathless laugh and changed his speed from slow and sensual to slamming up into me, asking,”Is this better?”

“So much.” I moaned in response then he slid my thighs further apart, maybe to grant him better access or to prevent bruising but I really didn’t give a shit as he slammed into my G-spot as his thumb brushed my clit, a cry of delight filling the room.

“Yeah that’s right, sweetheart, you’re just about to come on this dick, aren’t you? I know you are and that’s why I’m going to keep rubbing your pretty little clit til you can’t breathe and then I’m going to fuck my come into you.”

“You better pull out or I’ll kill you.” I snapped, flicking his nipple to catch his attention.

“Sorry, got lost in the moment. Don’t worry, I’m gonna pull out.” We shared a small laugh then I arched onto him as he pushed me into my orgasm spiraling.

“Seth!” I screamed, as he continued fucking me in search of his own orgasm then I tightened around his cock, causing him to curse and pull out as he began to come over my breasts and stomach. He rolled off the bed and walked into the bathroom for a washcloth then wiped me down, handing me back my shirt.

“Seth?” I asked quietly, cuddling into him as he wrapped an arm around my waist. He hummed and glanced down at me as I questioned,”Did you mean that? That you want me to move down here?”

“Hell yeah I want you to move down here, sweetheart. I really do love you and I think you’d like Florida.”

[trashofambrolleigns]

He has such a good heart this is so adorable

[stubzs87]

Title: Bad Moon Rising Summary: Things are starting to look up for Dean Ambrose; he seems to be closing in on the WWE Title, Seth Rollins has returned from injury, and he might just in fact return his feelings. Then of course he had to end up getting bitten by some ravenous, unidentifiable creature. And just to make everything worse, he starts exhibiting some weird tendencies. Characters: Seth Rollins, Dean Ambrose, minor Roman Reigns, and other superstar cameos Pairing: Ambrollins (Dean/Seth) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, drug related actions, attempted suicide, language, smut.  Tags: Werewolf!Dean, Human!Seth, violence, gore, humor, friends to lovers, sexual tension, sensitive themes, Male/male slash, folklore, supernatural elements, follows some storylines between Extreme Rules 2016 and the draft, non kayfabe. Word Count: 31,993

Part 1 of my Inhuman series.

[thesimonkshow]

It’s cannon confirmed: Rollins Nation is a state of the United States of America.

“Becky married into the state” -Graves

What lol

[coffeetablettowers]

Title: The Five Senses

Rated: T

Relationship: Seth Rollins/Buddy Murphy

Summary: How each sense plays when waking up next to the person you love.

Sight: He sees his lover sleeping next to him. His hair is in disarray from a night of tossing and turning. He wonders what the other was dreaming about to cause such a ruckus during the night, but to see him so peaceful now with his mouth slightly open is something he wouldn't trade in the world.

Smell: Turning ever so slowly so as not to wake Seth up his face is now close to luscious black hair. His hair smells faintly of lemon sage. Buddy remembers being there when Seth chose that shampoo to try. He's glad Seth picked it because the scent is always welcoming.

Touch: So cautiously he moves his hand to place it on the other's chest. The feeling of a rhythmic heartbeat is calming and brings a warm smile to his face. Buddy then slides his hand up, chest hair brushing against his palm, to gently cup the sleeping face. Seth's black beard feels soft against his palm. The tips of his fingers resting against skin are warm.

Sound: "Why're you touching my face?" murmurs Seth. His voice groggy with sleep. "Because you looked so beautiful I couldn't resist" Buddy replies with. He moves his hand away from the other's face, pushes the blanket off himself, and stands up. He stretches and loudly yawns as he stands. Buddy takes a look at Seth and chuckles, "Come on, sleeping beauty. Time to get dressed." Seth huffs, but opens his eyes and sits up. As Seth stretches he links his fingers together and cracks his knuckles. Buddy and Seth tread across the room and Seth opens the closet. Shuffling of hangers can be heard as each man looks for what to wear. With clothes chosen they both walk to the restroom.

Taste: Standing side-by-side at their sinks they brush their teeth. Buddy's thankful for the minty flavor washing away the morning breath he has, but to be extra cautious after he finishes brushing his teeth he rinses his mouth out with an even stronger mint taste of mouth wash. Just as Seth finishes up Buddy leans up and gives Seth a peck. Lips quickly pressed against each other for just a few seconds. Warmth does not have a flavor, but if it did Buddy imagines it would taste just like Seth. Buddy moves to walk out, but Seth grasps his wrist and stops him. He turns around and opens his mouth to ask a question, but his question is left unspoken as Seth's lips press against his, tongues easily finding each other. Buddy closes his eyes and savors the addition of Seth's cinnamon flavored kiss.

Mixed: Buddy's hands move to entangle themselves in Seth's hair and tug. Seth moans into the kiss and his hands find themselves against Buddy's back, nails racking against Buddy's shirt. Even with a shirt separating nails from skin Buddy feels them. Parting from the other's lips Seth moves to kiss along the side of Buddy's neck. Seth inhales the light scent of citrus and sandalwood from Buddy's cologne. "No marks, babe," Buddy mumbles as he leans his head to the side. Hands let go of soft, black hair and slide down for arms to wrap the other's waist. Seth peppers kisses along Buddy's neck before he kisses the other on the lips, then pulls away. Both can see that their cheeks are flushed and can feel the other's breath. "We should start our day like this every day," Seth says before letting go. Buddy lets his arms fall to the side and steps away, already missing the warmth. "Lets just make it to breakfast before we get too into it," Buddy muses as he walks out with Seth following shortly behind.

[canyousevmyheavydirtysoul]

Bodyguard IV: Vegas Lights (Chapter Six) (B. Urie x Reader)

"DAMN BOYS," Ambrose wolf-whistled, letting his gaze wonder up and down as he approached you and Brendon at the bar with Reigns and Rollins in tow, "Have you ever seen anyone so attractive? So undeniably sexy?" He bit his lip and nodded appreciatively, then looked at you and gave a big smile. "Oh hey, (Y/N). You look good, too."

Unimpressed and unamused by his colleague's teasing, Brendon delivered a death stare in the Hound's direction before softly clicking his tongue and downing the remainder of his drink.

"Back so soon; I guess that means that the mission was successful?" you queried, arching a brow as you addressed the towering agents.

"Well it was definitely... eventful," Rollins answered. Your bodyguard's jaw tensed at the choice of words.

As Rollins and Reigns stepped around to properly greet you, Brendon took the opportunity to grip Ambrose's jacket and yank him closer. He growled lowly into his ear.

"The fuck are you guys doing back? And be warned that there's only one acceptable answer to that question."

The agents were so close to one another that Dean could smell the bourbon on Brendon's breath, and feel the vibrations of his voice on his skin. The blond gently shoved him back and smoothed the creases Brendon's fist had created in his jacket.

"Ease up on the suit, dude – it's a rental," the Hound complained, maintaining a perfectly jovial expression despite the furious one adorned on his counterpart's face, "And to answer your question... we're back because we got a lead."

Brendon frowned. "What kind of a lead?"

"The kind that-"

"Ambrose!" Your voice pierced through the air and halted their conversation, prompting them to both look to you expectantly. "Your friends are wusses. Wanna do tequila shots with me?"

Behind you, Reigns and Rollins stood vigourously shaking their heads and mouthing the word 'NO' over and over. As always, the third Hound totally disregarded his friends' instructions and proceeded to do his own thing.

"Fuck yeah!" He strutted over and picked up the salt shaker from the bar top. "When in Vegas..."

Cheering, you picked up a second shaker and the two of you went through the motions of taking a tequila shot. You were busy downing the alcohol when Rollins sidled up next to a seething Brendon.

"You wanna explain to me what the hell is going on?"

Puffing out his cheeks and exhaling, Rollins turned to face Brendon and began speaking in a hushed tone.

"Alright so, two things... one, we got a lead for this 'runaway-couple' mission and that's why we're back."

Now properly irritated, Brendon had to physically grip the edge of the bar to keep from lashing out. He'd given them explicit instructions to not return until they'd done what they were supposed to, and yet, return is what they did.

"You couldn't have called?" the brooding agent grumbled. "(Y/N) and I could've handled it. You had more important things to take care of."

Pushing himself away from the bar stool he'd been leaning against, Rollins straightened himself up and pointed at the other agent.

"Which brings me to thing number two – we didn't find Mason. BUT," the Architect made sure to elaborate as quickly as possible, "we're pretty sure that he's dead."

Red.

Red was all that Brendon saw.

However, for the sake of not drawing attention and blowing their cover, he suppressed his rage.

"Prettysure?" he echoed, voice eeriely calm, "You're prettysure? Do you have any idea what I will-"

"Before you bring the place down..." Rollins held his hands out in an attempt to combat the hostility radiating off of Brendon. "We have it on good authority that he's dead."

Taking a step forward, Brendon leaned in and narrowed his eyes. His tongue darted across his bottom lip. "And whose authority would that be, exactly?"

"A friend."

The Hound's face was earnest; he was clearly wholly convinced that the information he'd received was correct, and upon realising this, Brendon relaxed ever so slightly. He trusted the man in front of him, and would take his word as truth.

"Okay." Standing down, Brendon nodded slowly. "Okay. Good."

The sound of what was your and Ambrose's fourth tequila shot glass clinking against the top of the bar reverberated through the area, immediately drawing the attention of the two agents. Reigns was trying to prevent you from going in for another, but was failing miserably.

With frustrated sighs, Brendon and Seth made their way over and wrestled the shot glasses away from both of you.

"Will you quit it?" Rollins scolded his friend, knocking the plate of lemon slices away with a scowl. "We can't follow through with the plan if you're wasted."

"And the plan is what, exactly?" Brendon queried, furrowing his brow as he wiped the grains of salt off of your hand.

The three Hounds shared an unreadable look, then all stared at Brendon uneasily.

"We think it's a solid one," Reigns explained, stuffing his hands in his pant pockets and cocking one brow, "But you're not gonna like it..."

✧✧✧

Twenty minutes later. The music lounge.

"Just tell me what the plan is," you groaned, tugging on Brendon's arm while you had a hand wrapped around it.

The Hounds had explained what the lead was – according to their source, there was a concealed area of the casino that the kidnappers operated out of and wherein the abducted couples were held until transport. This 'lair' was reportedly accessible through the back area of the music lounge.

As far as leads went, this one wasn't particularly plausible, but it was the only one any of you had conjured up so far, and all of you were firm believers that any and all leads should be followed up on.

Your bodyguard and the other three agents had rudely excluded you from the earlier discussion of what exactly the plan involved, so as you shuffled along the carpeted lounge floor, you were entirely in the dark about what was about to go down.

"Nope."

"Why the hell not?"

"Because you're drunk." He looked at you disapprovingly. "And we can't take any chances. So you'll just sit right here," he led you to one of the couches and gently guided you into the seat, "and let us handle it."

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed. "Typical men. Always thinking you're better because you got the muscles and the charm and the-" you made a disgusted face "-testosterone. I could totally pull off this plan, you know!"

"Of course you could, babe." Glancing over his shoulder, he motioned something to one of the passing waiters before refocusing on you. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he tilted his head to the side and raised his brows. "But not like this."

You clicked your tongue and waved one hand dismissively. "I'm fine."

"You most definitely are not. And I must say, I'm crazy disappointed in how low your tolerance is."

"Whatever," you mumbled, slouching back into the soft couch and gazing out across the lounge.

Moments later, Brendon placed a ginger ale on the table in front of you. "Drink up. It'd be nice if you were at least slightly sober for this."

You obliged, and with the straw dancing across your lips, you frowned up at him. "For what?"

"This."

The alcohol coursing through your veins had slowed down your brain's processing abilities greatly, and it was only once Brendon was standing on stage with a microphone in his hand that you fully comprehended what was going on.

"Oh... my... god."

The opening notes of a song you didn't recognise blared through the speakers scattered around the lounge, garnering the attention of every person in the room and drawing their eyes toward the stage. The stage on which your bodyguard stood, face as emotionless as ever, but hands gripping the micstand with familiarity.

You stared, wholly captivated, watching as his hands slowly danced along the shaft of the mic, his fingers tapping along to the music that sounded through the air. As the gentle beat in the opening picked up, it was joined by a guitar riff, and when the drums jumped in soon after, your eyes practically bulged out of their sockets as you saw how Brendon reacted to it.

His usually perfectly quiffed hair bounded out of place as he banged his head back and forth, rocking out to the track with such vigour that you were completely convinced that the man that stood up there was not your stone-hearted, icy bodyguard.

But then he started singing.

And you knew that it most definitely was.

"Cross my heart and hope to die, burn my lungs and curse my eyes," he started, silencing everyone and everything in the room.

"I've lost control and I don't want it back; I'm going numb, I've been hijacked," he sang, slightly bumping up and down to the melody, "It's a fucking drag..."

He locked eyes with you, peering deep into your soul, and proceeded to sing his heart out.

"I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you,

So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do,

Yeah, you're worse than nicotine,

Nicotine,

Yeah, you're worse than nicotine,

Nicotine,

Yeah..."

Stepping down from the stage, he ran a hand through his hair to push it back and swaggered over in your direction. Heart hammering in your chest, all you could do was sit there and watch; you couldn't speak, you couldn't move, you couldn't even think.

You were entirely puzzled as to why he was doing this, especially since he'd so often reminded you that he "doesn't sing." But you didn't dare question it. It was far too magical.

His voice was so powerful yet so angelic and each time he started singing again, you were drawn back in. You watched, entranced, as he commanded the room in such an effortless manner it was unreal.

Diverting his path, he turned to the right of you and began singing to the lady in red sitting alone at a table.

"It's better to burn than to fade away, it's better to leave than to be replaced,"

She blushed, clearly flattered, and you scoffed under your breath. Before the jealously could really set in though, he pulled away and strutted over to another table. This one had a group of girls around it – all of whom were shamelessly gawking at the gorgegous man performing in front of them.

"I'm losing to you,

Baby, I'm no match,

I'm going numb, I've been hijacked,

It's a fucking drag," he serenaded each one of them in turn, and they were practically drooling over him.

The intial shock and elatedness at hearing him sing had worn off now – mostly due to his show of obnoxious flirting – and you sat back in the couch, unimpressed.

Thankfully, he moved away from the girls before any of them could grab onto him. Now, he sashayed across the dance floor and towards the bar with each and every pair of eyes in the room focused on his every move, all of which were incredibly graceful and showman-like.

Reaching out to grab the edge of the bar top, he used it to spin himself around as he delivered the pre-chorus for the second time.

"I taste you on my lips and I can't get rid of you,

So I say damn your kiss and the awful things you do,"

In a movement so fluid and quick, he darted his eyes over to the far end of the lounge. It was so subtle and undercover that you were the only one able to catch it; and that was merely because of your heightened senses and agent training.

Knitting your brows together, you looked over to where he had and noticed something you hadn't before – a door, secluded and hidden in the dark but nevertheless surrounded by two bouncers.

At face value, they could've passed as regular patrons of the casino, but their burly nature and stiff body language told you that they were more than that. Although, judging by the tapping of their feet and slight bobbing of their heads, they were enjoying Brendon's performance just as much as everyone else.

And then it dawned on you.

Straightening up in your seat, you turned back around and watched wide-eyed as Brendon climbed atop the bar in one swift movement.

This was a distraction.  

"Yeah, you're worse than nicotine,

Nicotine,

Yeah, you're worse than nicotine,

Nicotine,

Yeah,"

The agent leapt off the bar, pressing his feet to the backrest of one of the stools and using it to slide down to the floor. Your eyebrows raised and you couldn't help but smile at his smooth moves.

Yet again, he approached a woman. This one, however, was with a partner and as a show of respect, Brendon didn't spend toomuch time serenading her.

"Just one more hit and then we're through,

'Cause you could never love me back,"

He turned his attention fully on you, as he started taking slow steps to your table. The two of you locked eyes again, and your lips parted slightly as he got closer.

"Cut every tie I have to you,

'Cause your love's a fucking drag,

 But I need it so bad," he closed his eyes and shook his head lightly, now practically right in front of you.

"Your love's a fucking dra-a-a-ag,

But I need it so bad."

He ran his fingers along your cheek and you leaned into his touch. Preparing to belt out the final chorus, he took one step back and ran his hand through his hair.

"Yeah, you're worse than nicotine,

Nicotine,

Yeah you're worse than nicotine,

Nicotine,

Yeahhhhh."

Pulling you up and out of your seat, Brendon gripped you flush against his body and  as the audience in the lounge gave him a standing ovation, hegave youthe most passionate kiss of your life.

So passionate, in fact, that you nearly passed out.

"Hey," he whispered, steadying you as your knees buckled, "You alright?"

You nodded. "Yeah," you were breathless, both from the kiss and from his performance.

"Good." He looked over his shoulder, noting that the two bouncers were now gone. "Let's get out of here."

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Temporary Escape - Part 5

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

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

Rating: MA

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t bite.”

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

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

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

Fuck, did he just say that?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And again…”

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

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

“You,” I exhale watching as he licks his lips and starts to kiss his way down my body. He looks up at me when he reaches my stomach, smirking as he nudges my legs further apart to accommodate his wide shoulders. He manoeuvres me effortlessly, one leg hitched over his back as he breathes against my inner thigh. 

Another pair of hands slide over me and I realise Seth is back. Out of the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of the bottle lube in his hand. Dean cups my face, bringing my attention back to him, his thumb stroking my cheek. His eyes briefly flicker to Seth before they return to me.

“Breathe,” he whispers as I feel Seth’s fingers, start to lightly trace over my ass. Between my legs, I can feel Roman’s mouth edging closer and closer, soft kisses, gentle and barely there. The anticipation is almost unbearable and I can’t help but drop my hand to Roman’s head, my fingers burying in the thickness of his hair as I urge him to reach his destination sooner rather than later. He slows even more and I groan in frustration.

“Sssh,” Seth says as his fingers follow the curve of my ass and start their dance across the backs of my thighs. “We’ll get you there, promise.”

“Please…” I whine, my head rolling back, my hips jutting forward as I verbally and physically plead with them all.

“Can’t rush it,” Dean tells me, his voice low, commanding. “None of us want to hurt you. We wanna treat like you like a fuckin’ Queen.”

I’m just about to bite back when I feel the tip of Seth’s finger, gentle but persistent pressing against my tight entrance. At the same time, Roman’s mouth finally connects with my clit and my body arches at the joint exploration as Dean’s hand cups the back of my neck and captures my mouth.

Seth’s finger starts to enter me and once again, almost simultaneously I feel Roman’s now familiar finger slide into my pussy. I pull away from Dean’s mouth in a gasp, his mouth trailing over my jawline. His hand slides from my neck to cradle my jaw as he licks his lips.

“Feel good?” he asks, his eyes searching my face for a response. I nod, just as Seth’s finger slips further inside me; between him and Roman, it’s a taster of what to expect but at the same time I know it's nothing compared to what I've ultimately requested.

“More?” Seth asks, his teeth grazing my earlobe.

“Yes…”

“Relax,” Dean holds my gaze, his thumb rubbing my bottom lip as I let out a soft whimper. “God, you look fucking stunning,” he murmurs and I feel myself blush. His lips twitch. “All of this and that's what's makes you blush, huh?”

I can't think of a retort, my breath hitching as I feel Roman’s tongue swirl across my clit at the same time that Seth twists his finger slowly in my ass. Dean grins, his thumb still on my lip. “Still feel good?”

I nod and I feel Seth move behind me. Roman’s hand squeezes my thigh, easing back slightly, his hot breath on my clit making me moan at the momentary change of sensation and then his tongue is flat against me, two of his fingers sliding into me. My eyes close and I feel my chest tighten as I feel a renewed pressure as Seth starts to ease a second finger inside me as well. Sensing my tension, Dean’s mouth finds mine for a brief second before he tilts my head back and Seth claims my mouth instead. He’s warm and familiar, his kiss breathtakingly tender as if this is a romantic interaction between the two of us, rather than foreplay to the most perverse sexual experience of my life.

“Dean’s right,” he whispers against my lips, as I let out ragged breaths. “You look so fuckin’ amazing. I didn’t realise how hot it would be to make you cum like that in front of other people but damn…” His voice trails off as he kisses me again, hard at first until I moan and then he softens, drawing a soft mewl from me in return.

“These sounds you make are killin’ me,” I hear Dean murmur against my throat and I can feel fingers dancing lightly over my collarbone, light touches to the side of my neck, a hand cupping my breast, a thumb flicking over the nipple. My back arches towards him, wanting more and as I do, my hips thrust forward into Roman’s face and his response is a growl that vibrates across my clit and sends me closer to the edge.

“That’s it,” Seth encourages, his fingers sliding in and out of my ass with more ease.

I'm reminded of the first time we did this, just him and me. The trust I placed in him was great yet fragile and he knew it. He was careful, slow and gentle, just as he had promised and that alone was enough to make me cum hard. It had solidified him as one of the best I’d ever had in bed, purely on his attitude alone and now here he was, doing the same in front of two other men who appear to be as equally dedicated to my needs and wants and nothing else.

My thigh starts to tense in Roman’s large hand and I feel him grip me tighter, his tongue and fingers working in unison. Dean’s tongue flicks over my nipple and I clutch at the back of his head, holding him firm.

“Take it,” Seth tells me. “Go on… Good girl…”

The words seem to echo against the sound of blood rushing in my ears. My back arches, my fist in Roman’s hair tight as I hold him to me and this time, the fingers inside me continue their pace and it’s all I need for my second orgasm to pull me under. My breath catches in my throat for a second and then releases in a whimper, building to a moan that Seth swallows as he claims my mouth.

Hands slide up and down my body, caressing every inch as I desperately try to steady myself, the lightheaded sensation caused by my eternal state of arousal completely overwhelming. Seth releases my mouth and I open my eyes to see Roman towering above me. He grins at my apparent puzzlement, his eyes flicking south for a second.

“I…” I stammer. “It’s… Too… Much,” I end in a hiss as Dean’s hands spread over my thighs in a comparatively innocent touch, yet the heat generated from his touch and my skin is enough to make my whole body jerk in response.

“Sensitive huh?” I hear and feel him murmur against my leg as he places a trail of soft kisses up to my hip.

Seth’s fingers are still moving inside me, have never stopped and I’m on the edge already. One kiss, one flick of a tongue, one finger is going to send me over in a split second and I want more than that.

“Oh baby girl,” Roman trails a finger down my jawline. “Got you good huh?”

I can’t even speak as I feel Dean’s hands spreading up over my hips, my waist. His mouth presses hot, wet kisses to my stomach. Roman’s large hands cup my breasts, his thumb and forefinger tugging at my nipples, bringing them even further to attention. I hiss and grapple with the overstimulation of my entire body. And yet I still can’t get enough.

My hand slides into Dean’s hair, anchoring him to me with all my strength. “Soft,” I whisper hoarsely.

“My pleasure.” I feel his mouth twisting into a grin as slowly, painfully slowly, he slides back down my body. My hand follows his head, but I'm immediately stopped. Roman’s fingers slide through mine as he re-directs my hand to his own body. My other hand is caught too, Seth tugging it to him.

Dean’s hands slide over my ass, gripping me firmly and opening me up to Seth’s ministrations which feel deeper with every stroke and I’m here for it. My initial hesitation is long forgotten and I’m starting to grind back, encouraging more and more. The flickers of embarrassment at my nakedness, my fantasy, my wants and needs are long gone and I’m here for it, unashamed in my desire for all three of them.

Roman’s hand is firm over mine to begin with, but his grip loosens as mine remains steady, my fist sliding over his dick as he breathes heavily against my cheek. Behind me, I cup Seth’s balls briefly and smirk to myself as I hear him curse under his breath. I relent and grip his length instead. His own hand slides up to curl into my hair, pulling my head back to kiss him, tugging my bottom lip gently as he releases me and Roman grips my chin and kisses me instead.

I can feel Dean’s warm breath on my clit and then his mouth, soft, tender. His slow, languid movements make me sigh softly into Seth’s mouth as he and Roman pass me back and forth between them. I can feel my body starting to crumble again, my hands faltering in their actions. Large hands cover mine, continuing the firm strokes as my mouth slips from another in a gasp. Dean’s mouth and tongue move to my thigh and I groan as I feel his fingers inside me instead and his thumb on my clit. His actions are soft still, a gentle build that surprises me at first but then I recognise it as a honed skill, full of patience, determination and immense knowledge of women. My head starts to spin and I swear I can feel Dean grinning against my thigh, feel his eyes on me as he brings me closer and closer to climax.

Seth’s fingers twist inside me and I’m gone. A guttural howl leaves me and my hands slip to grip elsewhere: hips, thighs, stomachs, arms. Anywhere to hold on as my legs start to give way and they each have to fight to keep me steady as my body collapses. I feel myself sliding and then there are arms holding me up, a thick, solid body, my arms and legs wrapping around whoever it is, my head on a shoulder, breathing heavily as the tingling in my toes and fingers ebbs away slowly.

Sheets rustle as I’m placed on the bed, my eyes still closed. I don’t dare open them; my head is pounding from the intensity of another orgasm and I feel like I’m still floating even though the firm mattress is clearly beneath me. Fingers graze my sides and I realise it’s Seth above me, his lips ghosting over mine.

“Do you still want this?” he asks, still seeking my permission despite the rasp in his voice that only emerges when he’s rock hard and ready to fuck me into the mattress.

Even with my eyes still closed I can feel the gaze of both Dean and Roman as they await my answer.

I nod, but Seth pushes further: ‘Say it. I need to hear you,” he tells me. “We all need to hear it.”

I feel my voice stick in my throat as nerves shoot through me and there’s a faint whisper of self-doubt. Part of me wonders what would happen if I changed my mind. What has already occurred has crossed so many lines and boundaries so what harm does reaching the pinnacle of my fantasy do? But what I’m asking for crosses into even further unknown territory. My part so far has been fairly passive, but the next sees me as a far more active participant and even though Seth is still willing, part of me wonders how he will feel when the deed is done and there is no way back.

But the whisper is drowned out by a louder voice. A voice driven by lust and curiosity, who dreamt this fantasy, who said yes multiple times already, who allowed me to be stripped naked and pleasured not once, not twice, but thrice by separate men, who sneaked looks at parts of their bodies that could not be unseen and who is pushing me to say yes once again and reach what undoubtedly could be an even more spectacular climax from three men at once.

“Yes,” I whisper, before wetting my lips and with more confidence: “Yes.”

Seth’s hand tangles in my hair as he kisses me, gently easing me into an upright position. I feel the mattress dip next to us and another pair of hands start to caress my hips. Roman pulls me from Seth, twisting me with minimal effort, pulling my legs over his. A large hand cups my cheek, fingers stroking my hair back.

“Look at me,” I hear Roman murmur and I feel compelled to finally open my eyes. He looks up at me, a soft smile on his face as he continues to push my hair back behind my ears. My own hands reach out tentatively to settle on his chest, my fingertips lightly tracing his tattoo and I feel a flicker of pride as he visibly shivers at the touch. Still cupping my face with one hand, I feel the other glide over my back, heading south to squeeze my ass, shifting my position slightly until I gasp. His dick is hot and hard and close to my entrance.

Behind me, the bed dips once again and then Seth’s hands on my back and his mouth on my neck. Just in my peripheral, I can see Dean, his hand on his dick, easing up and down and I let out a soft moan at the thought of what’s to come.

Roman’s hand slips from my face, down my chest, squeezing my breast for a brief moment before he grips my hip, his other hand on my ass still as he slowly raises my body. Instinctively I reach down, my hand gripping his length and he groans as I guide him inside of me.

“Fuck…” I exhale as his length starts to fill me. My head rolls back and I feel oddly comforted to rest it on Seth’s shoulder as his hands ghost over my shoulders and trail up and down my upper arms sending shivers down my spine.

I chance a look down and a grin claims my face as I see Roman’s eyes are closed, his face tense with pleasure as our bodies, inch by inch, meet at the hilt. His hands are gripping me hard, fingers digging into my flesh as we steady ourselves and then I test the waters and start to move my hips. A low groan leaves his lips and my grin widens as I feel his hands tighten on my hips.

Seth’s hands cup my breasts, his teeth nipping at my neck as I ride Roman with more conviction. My back arches slightly at Seth’s touch and Roman’s eyes flash open at the change in my stance. A smile plays on his lips and his own hands relinquish their grip on my hips, caressing my hot skin instead and letting me control the pace. I let my own hand reach back to Seth, gripping his head as I twist to kiss him. It’s another hard, yet tender interaction, his hand in my hair, mine in his, holding, pulling, moaning into each other’s mouth.

And then he pulls back and nudges me forward.

Roman cups my face as I come closer to him. “Breathe,” he whispers.

I let go of a shaky breath as Seth’s fingers slide into me and my body almost starts to spasm at the fullness. Roman’s hands drop to my waist, gripping tightly as he stills my movements. Seth’s hand presses on my lower back and for a moment time seems to stand still as the fingers inside me leave and slowly, ever so slowly I feel the tip of his dick ease inside me.

My eyes squeeze shut and I feel like I’m about to break. Roman’s fingers are digging into my flesh as he desperately tries to keep me still, but I half-wonder if the intensity of the sensation is nearing the same level that I’m feeling and whether his grip is an indication of him trying to control himself.

I hear Seth groan and I chance a look over my shoulder. His eyes are staring south, watching his own cock disappear inside me but he soon senses my gaze and he looks up, lust-fuelled eyes meeting mine.

“You okay?” he rasps, pausing for a second as he waits for me to respond. I nod. My body is stretching to accommodate him and Roman and whilst there are brief twinges of discomfort, they are lightened by an overwhelming wave of thrilling pleasure as my fantasy comes true.

Seth’s hands move to hips, sitting just beneath Roman’s firm grasp and then… “Oh fuck,” I hear myself moan as they move in and out of me in alternate strokes. My fingernails dig into Roman’s chest as I find myself completely at their mercy, their strength to manoeuvre my body deliciously powerful. My head drops forward, my eyes closed as I let them take control and I willingly submit to the heat starting to flood through me once again.

Fingers brush my hair behind my ear, stroke my cheek, slip under my chin and gently raise my head. Dean stares down at me as he kneels beside the three of us and I let a whimper escape me as he raises an eyebrow in question at me, his gaze dropping to his crotch for a second and then back to me. I nod and Dean can’t seem to help the wide grin that spreads across his face as his hands reach to scoop my hair back, holding it loosely in his fist. I reach for his thigh, my palm running over the thick muscle before my fingers circle the base of his length. My eyes flicker down and I take in the sight of his dick inches from me and then I grip him, my gaze turning up to his face as I work my hand up and down in slow but firm strokes. His head rolls back, a quiet groan slipping from his lips. He gently tugs on my hair in response and I retaliate by blowing a gentle stream of cool air across the tip of his dick, causing him to curse loudly.

“Tease,” he growls and despite of the intense eroticism of the circumstances, I let out a laugh. A laugh that causes all three of them to groan as my pussy and ass contract around Roman and Seth, whilst teasing Dean even more. And then I take the tip of Dean’s dick into my mouth and there’s another echo of groans, mixed with fucks and holy shits as my request for all three of them is finally complete.

I let his cock slip from my mouth with a soft pop, my hand continuing to fist his length as I look up at him. He meets my gaze with a smirk and I can feel his fist in my hair gently nudge me back towards him and I let him, half-a-thought on how the same willingness to relinquish control drives Seth fucking insane and whether it will for Dean. Holding his gaze, I take him in further this time, my eyes flickering shut for a second as I moan at the feeling of ultimate fullness.

“Shit, Maddy,” Dean groans above me and there’s also a growl from beneath me and an increased pace from behind me. The grip on my hair and my body tightens and I let my hand slip from the base of Dean's cock to his thigh, finally giving over complete control to all three of them as they hold me firm and fuck me. My body feels electric, pleasure seeping through my veins as my wishes and a dream that seemed far from reality barely an hour ago, is currently underway in full technicolour.

The tip of Dean’s dick hits the back of my throat and I squeeze his thigh in response. Even in the dizzy space my brain is currently in, I’m conscious of boundaries and this one is not one I’m willing to cross right now. He eases off immediately, the grip on my hair relaxing slightly and I cast a grateful look upwards. Dean stares down at me with a hazy look in his eyes, his mouth open slightly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Taking the opportunity of his relaxed grip on my hair, I let him slip from my mouth for a second, my hand returning to grip his length as I instead run my tongue along the underside, focusing briefly on the flesh just below the tip. A groan rumbles through him and I look up to see his head rolling back.

“Do that again.”

A jilting thrill shivers through me. His tone is more commanding than begging but it’s clear that it’s the latter disguised as the former to save face. Although at this stage, what are any of us saving face for? I oblige, finishing the move by taking the tip into my mouth completely and letting him take control once again.

Groans echo from above, behind and beneath me and with the combination of the grip on my body, it feels like it’s less about the performance between me and Dean and more about the actions elsewhere. My entire body is yet again struggling to focus on. There is a steady wave of pleasure coursing through me as Seth and Roman continue the alternate strokes in and out of me. Strokes that started slow and steady but are now increasing in their pace and decreasing in fragility.

“Ah, fuck…” I hear from beneath me and I pull my mouth away from Dean completely to look down. Roman’s head is thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut. His hands dig into my flesh as he thrusts upwards before he shudders and I feel him pulsing inside me.

“Dude…” Dean jibes with a dry laugh.

“Fuck you,” Roman replies with a ragged breath. "You're just so fuckin' wet and tight and..." he trails off. "Sorry."

I feel Seth trail a finger across my shoulder and I glance back at him. I’m acutely aware that I’ve still got Dean’s dick my hand, but Seth is only looking at me, holding my gaze. “You tell us,” he says in response to a question that is only just half-forming.

“Dean,” I whisper.

No-one needs to be told twice. I groan as I feel Seth slide out of me, Roman too. The bed shifts and I’m lifted as if weightless between them. My thighs grip Dean’s as he lays beneath me. As I did with Roman, I guide Dean inside me as his hands slip to my hips and hold me firm. The only difference this time is that Seth slides back inside with me more ease than before.

Once again, the bed beside us dips and I look over to see Roman. I glance down, almost expecting him to want the same lip service I gave Dean, but he quickly corrects me.

“Nope, I got mine,” he tells me. “Get yours, baby girl.”

“I…”

“Her washbag. The neon pink one,” Seth tells him before the words even form in my head. I look over my shoulder at him. “I know what you want.”

Fuck, he really does. As amazing as this is, I need that extra buzz, quite literally. My body is too loose at this stage, too beyond getting there through just pure fucking, even at the hands of two men. I need the extra push and god only knows how that will feel when it happens.

Roman is back before I even finish my thought and he nuzzles at my neck, pushing my hair out of the way as a hum fills the air and I groan as my vibrator glides a deliciously slow trail across my inner thigh.

“Please…” I hear myself whimper.

“We got you,” Roman replies as he finally swirls the vibrator across my clit. My body lights up in repsonse, a guttral moan leaving me as the tremors felt in my core spread through me. My head falls forward, my eyes half-closed and I see Dean looking up at me, his lips moving.

“Shit, you’re so wet…”

“And tight,” I hear Seth behind me, a hand scooping my hair up and tugging my head back gently. His mouth nips at my earlobe.

I gasp as Roman flips up the speed of the vibrations, my body arching. A hand on my breast, fingers gently pinching my nipple. Another mouth on my neck. Hands gripping me, holding me as they please. Frantic thrusts, building, faster, harder.

My eyes squeeze shut as I cum, my body spasming into stillness, shockwaves caused by a complete overwhelming of my senses ripple through me and cause my breath to exhale sharply, almost winding myself. And yet it doesn’t stop. There’s another onslaught of tremors coursing through me and my own hands are tight on arm, nails digging into flesh as I feel the familiar spasm take me once again.

Words echo around me but Seth’s voice cuts through clear.

“Maddy… Shit…”

It was his hand on my breast I realise as said hand returns to grip my waist, his hips smacking against my ass once, twice… A low groan eminates from him, his body pressing against my back, his mouth on my shoulder. I can feel him shaking and I grope to cup the back of his head as he kisses my flushed skin.

He slips from me and that’s when I realise Dean is still hard inside me. With Seth easing back from me, Dean’s hand slips to my ass cheek, seeking more leverage as he thrusts into me. I feel him tense beneath me, a shuddering “fuck” exhaling from him.

There’s silence, only punctuated by heavy breathing from all four of us.

“Are you okay?” a voice murmurs in my ear. Seth. His fingers lace through mine as Dean eases me off him.

I feel weak, my body pushed to the limits. I’m shaking as I curl into him, my head settling under his chin.

“Talk to me,” he says softly, his fingers running through my hair.

“I’m tired,” I manage to get out and I hear a soft rumble of laughter around me.

It feels odd to be cradled by one man, even if that one man is my boyfriend or lover or whatever he is. I’ve just spent the last hour, maybe even more, who knows, being passed between three of them each of them holding me in one way or another and I strangely miss their now familiar touch.

I chance a look around and see Dean and Roman pulling up their shorts and sweatpants respectively. I’m cocooned on the bed in Seth’s arms, only released momentarily when he pulls the sheets up and around us.

My eyes are heavy, my mind too. I can feel myself drifting out of consciousness. There are murmurings around me I can't quite understand, movement too. But I can't open my eyes to see and my head is unable to process any other thought apart from one.

What the fuck just happened?

--

And breathe...

[heelbucks]

First Time Fun - Seth Rollins

hi guys! this was a request from an anon for some seth first time fun so enjoy!

hi i’m so sorry this is so bad and so late but here y’all go pls be kind i havent wrote a fluffy smut ever sooo its v bad

Warnings: horribly written smut

Word Count: 1,050

You stood in the apartment that you shared with your boyfriend Seth Rollins. After dating for six months, you decided that you were finally ready. You had one of his black dress shirts on with a pair of lacy black panties and a matching bra underneath.  Since it was your anniversary, you decided to surprise him. You had planned to make his favorite meal, lemon garlic salmon. After you’ve finished cooking you set the table and waited for your boyfriend to come home. 

“Babygirl! I’m home!” Seth says coming into the house, dropping his bags and picking up Kevin the dog. After he puts Kevin back on the floor he walks over to you and picks you up. “Well hello to you too babygirl.” He kissed you passionately and spins you around. “I’ve missed you so much Y/N.” You break from his grasp and kiss him gingerly. “I’ve missed you too baby. But dinner’s getting cold. I made your favorite!” 

The two of you sat and talked, catching up on what you’d missed in each others lives the past two months. 

“I’m so glad we can finally spend an anniversary together.” Seth said through a mouth full of salmon. “I got you a little something while I was in New York.” He smiled. “Open it babygirl.” He handed you a small white Pandora bag. Inside was a charm bracelet with a paw print, a heart, and a small princess crown. There was also a beautiful promise ring inside. “Aw, Seth, Baby! I love it so much! Thank you my love.” You leaned across the table and kissed him. 

“Well this makes my gift look like nothing…” You sighed. “Aw Princess, I’ll love whatever you got me. I spoiled you because I felt bad I haven’t been home the past few months.” Seth said rubbing your arm.  “Okay, well, I was thinking…” You moved his hand away and stood up from your seat. “Maybe, it’s time that we,” you walked over to Seth. “Take things to the next level?” He smiled looking up at you. “Is that what you really want Y/N?” Seth asked standing up, grabbing your waist and pulling you close to him. You nodded your head slowly and dragged him up to your shared room. 

Seth pushed the door closed behind him, ripping off his shirt. “Should I unwrap my present or do you wanna put on a little show for me?” You smirked and walked him over to the bed and made him sit down. “Strip show it is.” He smirked and made himself comfortable. You started slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt. After unbuttoning only two buttons, you dragged your hands over your body and took your hair down from its clipped position. 

You saw Seth bite his lip as you went back to taking off the shirt. Once you decided that you’ve teased him enough, you finally threw the shirt to the side. 

“Goddamn babygirl.” He moaned walking over to you. “I think I want to finish this off myself.” He put his hands on your cheeks and kissed you hard. His hands wandered across your body, feeling every inch of exposed flesh there was. He threw you down onto the bed. “B-baby…” You said a little hesitantly. “What is it baby? Do you not want to do this? It’s perfectly okay love, I want you to feel comfortable.” Seth said leaning down and kissing you softly. “No, it’s not that… I’ve never ...done this before…” You blushed. “Let me take care of you babygirl, I promise I’ll be gentle with you.” He kissed your forehead, and then sat you up to take your bra off. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” He kissed your breasts, nipping and biting at them. “F-fuck..” You moaned out. He moved one of his hands up and started rolling and pinching your other nipple. 

Once he thought he had you riled up enough, he moved his way down to your wet sex. He pulled your panties to the side. “Did I get you this wet babygirl?” He asked you, teasing you by dragging his finger through your folds. As soon as you went to answer him, he started licking your clit. “Y-y-Oh my god, fuck Seth…” He pushed a finger in your wet cunt slowly.  He added a second one, stretching you out. Slowly, he pumped his fingers in and out of you. He curled them upwards hitting, causing you to squirm and shake. “S-Seth…” you moaned out. He smirked and went faster, and pulled out his fingers and licked them clean. 

Once he was satisfied with how wet he made you, he stood up and pulled his sweats and boxers down. “Are you sure you still wanna do this babygirl?” He asked, hovering over you. “Yes, Seth, Please fuck me.” 

He slowly dragged his cock along your slit, making the anticipation unbearable. “Sethhhhhh….. stop teasing meeeeee…..” He smiled at you and slowly pushed himself inside you. “Goddamn, Y/N, you’re so tight.” He pulled out, and went back in. 

Once you got used to his size, he grabbed your legs and put them over his shoulders, giving him a better angle. He started going faster. The only sounds that filled the room were Seth’s low moans and grunts, and your breathless pants for him to go faster and harder. “Easy babygirl, I don’t wanna break you, it’s your first time.” He chuckled. 

Seth made sure you were comfortable the whole time, making sure he wasn’t hurting you and that you felt good. He took care of you. He wanted to show you he loved you. 

“S-Seth….” You moaned out. “I’m…” Your own moans cut you off. “Fuckk…” Seth groaned out, feeling you clench around him. “Damn baby…” his voice trailed off as he pulled out of you and started stroking himself before cumming on your stomach. 

Seth grabbed a towel and wiped his seed off you, before throwing you one of his clean shirts. 

“You’re the best girlfriend in the world did you know that baby?” He said laying down next to you.  You smile up at him and laid your head on his chest. “I try baby. Thank you for waiting until I was ready.” You kissed him softly.

 “Anything for my girl.”

[charliefliehr]

tagged by @ketterdam 🤍

♡ name: zoe ♡ nickname(s): none ♡ zodiac sign: capricorn ♡ height: 5′3 ♡ nationality: australian ♡ languages spoken: english ♡ what time is it: 3:25pm ♡ celebrity crush: seth rollins, norman reedus  ♡ favourite fictional character: remus lupin ♡ favourite musician: marina  ♡ favourite sports team: cronulla sharks ♡ favourite season: fall ♡ favourite flower: i am unsure ♡ favourite scent: lemon  ♡ favourite colour: blue ♡ favourite animal: dogs and parrots ♡ favourite food: lamb w/ mint sauce  ♡ dream car: rav-4  ♡ dream trip: italy {rip}  ♡ instruments: none ♡ coffee, tea or hot chocolate: none ♡ dog or cat person: dog ♡ following: 305 ♡ followers: 2260 ♡ other blogs: @fred-weasleys - @softlywtichy - @horsewomens ♡ blog established: 2016 ♡ do you have a tumblr crush: ngl @adampage ♡ do you get asks: nah not really ♡ what is your lucky number: 17 ♡ what are you wearing right now: casual pj’s  ♡ drink of choice: coke  ♡ number of blankets you sleep with: one ♡ average sleep hours: 6-8 ♡ random fact: i bruise easily 

[blissboy06]

My WWE SuperShowdown 2018 Review

The Card:

Universal Title Match - Seth Rollins vs Baron Corbin

I honest don’t care about either one. Seth is overrated and Baron is cool character, but a boring guy irl. I was waiting for Brock to come the whole time that they FLUFFED the cash in?! No thank you. Next!

4/10

Intercontinental Title Match - Finn Balor vs Andrade

Again, I DON’T CARE ABOUT THESE TWO!!! The demon is cool, but Finn Balor (Fergal Devitt) isn’t! Also he was very disrespectful to the gracious country of Agraba before this wondrous event. This was a boring match with two overrated wrestlers. What have they even done to deserve to be here? Andrade needs to learn English and stop doing the stupid KNEES thing. So stupid. I don’t even know what Andrade’s skillset is because he shows no talent. This match is something the we could have seen on SmackDown Live any other night. No, I say! No!

3/10

Roman Reigns vs Shane McMahon (& Drew McIntyre)

I couldn’t wait for Roman’s ass to be handed to him. I didn’t like the energy they let Reigns have, but in the end Drew did what we all were wanting; he kicked Roman with the Claymore while the referee was distracted. Well done.

8/10

Lars Sullivan vs Lucha House Party

Lars should have squashed these clowns. The match itself was confusing. I don’t understand what happened, but at least Lars stayed looking strong and got the victory. Go, Lars, go!

8/10

Randy Orton vs Triple H

This was a battle between two living legends in their near primes. Neither seemed to have lost a step. The Viper vs the Cerebral Assassin was my personal favorite match tonight. Nothing could top this match for me. No words needed. More of this, please!

10/10

Bobby Lashley vs Braun Strowman

This was a sensational match. An animal in Bobby Lashley with a great physique and the future face of WWE in Braun Strowman. Great job by both guys. Another gem from this event.

9/10

WWE Title Match - Kofi vs Dolph Ziggler

When life hands Dolph Ziggler lemons, he makes lemonade. He also looked great. Dolph has carried this feud. He did great work tonight throughout the match. Kofi did very little in the wrestling department, as usual. Xavier Woods was Kofi’s crony and they cheated to have Dolph lose. Stupid and unoriginal, but predictable. Dolph continues saving this feud as he put on an expertly executed promo to get a rematch. Ziggler is such a great HEEL. Hopefully they will do his great work justice and Dolph wins the title from this clown Kofi and his posse. 

8/10

Battle Royal

This was an even bigger battle royale, if you can believe that. It was very cool that a local guy won. The crowd was electric the entire event, but when he won the surge turned into a sonic boom. Very cool. I cannot wait to see him every week from now on.

7/10

Main Event - Goldberg vs The Undertaker

The legend Undertaker fought this old guy from WCW. The old guy couldn’t even pick up ‘Taker. So the Undertaker carried this match and put the bleeding old man down. Great to see the legend Undertaker in the ring again. I hope he shows up at SummerSlam and WreslteMania. I can’t get enough of watching his matches. Triple H vs Undertaker again anyone? Just more Undertaker matches!

9/10

Final thoughts: 

As per usual with WWE, the production was immaculate, the matches were well thought out, and the crowd was electric. For an event that had 0 women wrestling (I think Saudi has a law that prevents women from physically or figuratively touching other women under any circumstances), this was near perfect. I hope that piss-ant company took notes because this is how you do an event. WWE Super Showdown 2019 felt like those epic WrestleManias and had moments no wrestling fan will ever forget. I loved the whole experience! I can’t wait for another two!

9/10 overall

[athoughtfulmindwrites]

Masterlist

Series:

Risk For Reward (Finn Balor); 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

Don’t Speak (Baron Corbin); 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Contractually Obligated (AJ Styles); 1, 2, 3, 4

+++++++++++ 

One Shots:

Animals (Dean Ambrose)

Morning Glory (Kenny Omega)

Honey-Lemon-Mint (Mance Warner)

Til The End (Finn Balor)

Language Cupcake (Dean Ambrose)

Soup With A Side Of Irish (Finn Balor)

Little Black Dress (Seth Rollins)

Hazel Eyes (AJ Styles)

+++++++++++

Headcanons:

Baron Corbin;

Sleepy Morning Sex

Bobby Roode;

Exploring New Territory

Finn Balor;

Speaking Gaelic

Cursing In Japanese

+++++++++++

Prompts/Requests/Drabbles

Finn Balor;

“If I win, you do dishes for a week”

“You had a nightmare, tell me what it was about so I can fix it”

“Come over here and make me”, “The skirt is supposed to be this short”

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting”

“Make me”, “Mine”

“I don’t deserve to be loved”

“Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night”

“What a pretty sight”

“Let’s have a baby”, “You’d be a great dad”

Kenny Omega;

“Go back to bed”

Seth Rollins;

“Come over here and make me”

“Are you drunk?”, “Stop teasing me so much…”

“Was I really that drunk?”

[stubzs87]

Summary: Life for Dean is finally starting to settle back to normal. In fact it's better than normal. He's WWE World Champ, top SmackDown draft pick, and he's solid in a relationship with Seth. Things are great! Unfortunately he's about to learn things aren't as good as he'd like to believe, and it has nothing to do with him and Seth being separated by the draft. Sequel to Bad Moon Rising. Chapters: 9/? Fandom: WWE, Wrestling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley/Seth Rollins | Tyler Black Characters: Dean Ambrose | Jon Moxley, Seth Rollins | Tyler Black, Roman Reigns, A.J. Styles Additional Tags: Sequel, ambrollins - Freeform, Dean is sassy as hell, and flirty, and a bit salty, Seth is cute and concerned, These two shits are adorable, big brother roman, Male Slash, Male Friendship, AU, Supernatural Elements, AJ has a way with people, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Some Dark Humor, dark themes Series: Part 2 of my Inhuman Series.

This fic will sort of be a different animal to BMR in that the chapters will likely be shorter and, though I have a pretty good start on chapters, I'm likely to not keep a schedule with updates like I had before. This fic will be way longer and grittier. AND this fic, though still featuring a lot of Ambrollins, could probably be considered more Dean-centric. I hope that won't disappoint you guys.

If you want to be tagged for updates on this fic, let me know. 

[kazuchikaokada]

Seth Rollins or Finn Bálor

Lemon cake boy

[wrestlingimaginesposts-blog]

Baby's first Halloween and matching costumes with Seth Rollins. I read Heartless by Marissa Meyer and loved it! The reader could be Cath, Seth is Jest, and the baby could be a lemon tart 😅😅😅. Sorry that was the first thing that I thought of lol.

added :) I don’t know who Cath or Jest is. I never read Heartless