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ROMAN REIGNS:

Roman pretty much controls your career. Who you have matches with, what championship is worthy. What you say in promos, who you associate yourself with.

It's control, and it's easy to do it with you, since you are timid. And think he is supporting you. Yes, he is supporting you, but really, he has an underlying motive for the things he does.

He knows some of the friends you made backstage don’t like him. So, he would never show you the real side of himself.

And when you do have a match, he is watching whether it's on commentary or near ringside or in his locker room.

He always gives you criticism on how to change things, what you did wrong, what you did right, etc. You hung on to every word he said.

Occasionally, he will give you praise, and he mewls over the fact of how you glow.

Back to the few friends you have. They aren’t guys. The only guys you have as friends are Jey and Jimmy, and even then, you only have limited interaction with them. The reason why is that he knows Jey has a crush on you, that’s what he thinks, whether it's true or not.

If any of the few friends you have talk shit about Roman, then he will convince you to drop them.

He likes to be around when you hang out with the few friends you have, whether that’s being with you or spying. It's more of an egotistic thing.

He gets jealous when he sees you with someone else who isn’t him.

If you have trouble getting rid of these ‘toxic friends’, then he will threaten them. Which normally does the trick.

Most people avoid you backstage, and you have no idea why. Roman does because he was the one who threatened them.

When you go to vent to him about it, he just says, “You don’t need them, you have me,” or “I didn’t want to tell you, but they have been saying mean things about you, its best to ignore them,” “They aren’t good people,”

And he will get you to prove this love and loyalty.

In reality, he doesn’t want anyone poisoning your mind. Even though he is doing it himself, but that’s different. He actually loves you.

Roman is a sadist. He gets a thrill out of seeing you cry, even if he isn’t the one who caused it. For some reason, you get a lot clingier, and he loves that.

Anything that creates more attention, affection and love away from him is cut out of your life. Roman craves your attention; if it isn’t on him, then he will make sure it is.

Call it drastic, but he will cause pointless fights about how you looked at another male wrestler or how you and Jey have something going on; it's all false, but anything for you to prove to him that you love him. He wants you to prove your loyalty or love for him, so he will put you in all kinds of situations where you must prove it.

He thrives on manipulating you. If anything, that’s how the relationship started. Him manipulating you into leaving your current boyfriend because of a lie he told you. Yet you believed him. Or if you have some sort of issues he has caused, he will gaslight you.

If your family has a problem with him, then he will try to play the victim.

Roman will beat up any guy who flirts with you.

JEY USOS:

Somewhat on the same level as Roman possessive, but not as bad or as extreme and not isolating you from people. It's more sexually driven than anything.

Jey feels more insecure than being in control. Sure, he makes up lies about some of your friends, but he wouldn’t go to extreme lengths to ruin the friendships.

He believes that you are going to leave him. Which isn’t true. But that’s what he thinks. Anyone with eyes can see how in love you are with Jey.

“I love you, Jey, only you,” you would say, and sometimes that isn’t enough for him. It's just words.

It's more stand there, yell some insecure line like “They want you” or “They are eye fucking you,”

If you have any plans with your friends that he isn’t too fond of, he will make sure you forget by spending more time with you.

Distraction is key for Jey.

If the romantic distractions don’t work, he will use sex. He will bait you into having sex.

He uses sex as a tool to keep you preoccupied. Or to get your mind off of things he has done that aren’t right.

Teasing you to the point you break, and your attention is all on him.

“They can’t make you feel like this,” He would say, either fingering you or mid-thrust. Lucky for him, you agree.

Whenever he and you get into a disagreement about who you can hang out with, he will immediately kiss you, causing you to forget what you are fighting about.

Sometimes Jey doesn’t want you to be in certain storylines that involve romance. Even when you try to tell him it's not real and only a storyline, he will use sex to try and tell you otherwise, which works.

Jey really doesn’t want you in any faction with other male wrestlers, so he will talk you out of it.

To him, proving your love for him is romance.

JIMMY USOS:

Unlike Roman and Jey its not as bad, but there is still some toxicity in the air.

But it's not as bad. It's more to do with jealousy than anything else.

He gets very controlling of who you see. You don’t have many friends who stick around because of that. Least not friends that are boys.

This leads to him and you getting into small fights.

He will talk shit about them, making lies about them.

Most of the time in these fights, he will walk away. Brooding. While you just cry, yelling at him, “Why don’t you trust me, Jimmy?”

You are always the one to say sorry first, even though he was the one who caused the fights.

These fights are a daily occurrence; you two fight, you apologise.

But your words of don’t you trust me or trust me, I only love you. circle in his head.

Out of Roman and Jey, he is the only one who realises that his actions are hurting you. It's not that he doesn’t trust you; it’s the guys who look at you.

Still doesn’t stop his possessiveness; he just isn’t as bad.

You were daaangerous. All cute, shy, oblivious. Such a sweet, good girl. Always melting everyone's hearts, always taking care of others like it was second nature, your smile enough to kill 100 soldiers.

The only problem?

You somehow managed to attract the attention of 5 beloved degenerate rockstars. Maybe a tad bit too much, and the fact that you were so painfully oblivious only made it worse.

At first, it was innocent. Sweet. Genuine. Nothing lustful, nothing messy; Just 5 guys hanging out with a funny, pretty girl who made life feel sober.

Another problem?

You met them when they were single.

And another problem? They were DOGS. Absolute fucking dogs.

Within 3 months, each one was wrapped around your finger so tightly it was embarrassing. Following you around like they were attached to a leash only you could see, letting you drag them anywhere with one smile and a "please?"

Actually pathetic. Not that any of them would admit it out loud.

But still, each one showed it differently.

Izzy was already irritated.

Too many people, too much noise and too many idiots asking him questions he didn't care for enough.

He sat hunched over the table backstage, scribbling something onto a crumpled piece of paper with a cigarette hanging from his lips.

Then, he heard it.

"Izzy?"

His shoulders tensed immediately. You stood beside him, hands clasped behind your back, blinking sweetly up at him.

"What."

You leaned down slightly, batting your eyelashes in that completely unconscious way that drove him insane. "I know you're busy," you started softly, "but you're the only one who knows how to work the stupid amp thingy, besides Slash," she blinked once "that i can't seem to find."

Amp thingy.

Jesus Christ.

Izzy stared at you for a second too long.

You looked genuinely apologetic for bothering him too, which just made it worse.

He sighed, "go ask someone else, maybe Bob or Ray," he gestured towards the place "i dunno."

"Oh." your face fell instantly "oookay."

And there it was, that stupid tightening in his chest as he saw you pout and frown.

"...For fuck's sake," he muttered, shoving his chair back. "C'mon."

You entire face lit up, grabbing his wrist instinctively while dragging him towards the equipment room "Thank you thank you thank you!"

And he let you, of course he let you.

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"No, your fingers go here."

Slash reached around you again, large hands guiding yours along the neck of the guitar.

Way too close.

Way, waaaay too close.

You sat between his legs on the couch, completely focused on trying to play the chords properly while he sat behind you, patient in a way he wasn't with many people. He was literally known for being a shit teacher.

"Like this?" you asked.

Your head tilted slightly toward him, making your hair brush his jaw.

Slash stopped breathing for a second.

"Yeah," he muttered roughly, clearing his throat lowly.

You tried strumming again, and the sound came out terrible.

You burst into laughter immediately, "Okay, that sounded HORRIBLE. I accept defeat, at this point."

Slash couldn't stop staring at you.

Y'know, most people got nervous around him, or intimidated.

But you never did. You saw through him since the first time you hung out, and since then you always just melt into his space naturally like you belong there.

And it was killing him.

"Oh, yeah?" he muttered, low and amused, "such a shame, just when your hand placement got better." he smirked.

"Oh my god," you gasped dramatically, "That means i'm basically in the band."

Slash huffed a laugh.

Cute.

Then you turned your head suddenly,

Too close.

Your lips barely inches from his.

Slash's entire body locked, the way you were blinking innocently at him already starting to make him hard.

"Wait, can you show me that part again?"

Jesus fucking Christ.

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Duff was only half listening to the conversation around him.

Something about rehearsal times, or soundchecks or whatever.

Didn't matter.

Not when you were currently standing on a wobbling chair beside him trying to reach a shelf that was very obviously too high for you.

"Jesus christ," Duff muttered, already steadying you by placing a hand on your waist. "What are you doing?"

You tsked, slapping his hand away gently. "Go away, i can reach it."

"You literally cannot."

"I'm, like, one inch away."

"You're, like, one second away from breaking your neck."

You huffed dramatically, stretching higher on your toes, and somehow still being too short.

Which was fucking adorable.

Duff placed his other hand on your waist, setting you down despite your little threats, "Can't let you hurt yourself, baby."

Silence.

Complete silence.

He froze for a second, before hurrying to reach for the box of cereal on the shelf.

Fuuuuck.

Across the room, Slash raise a eyebrow, looking up from his guitar.

Steven making the "the fuck?" face.

Izzy outright smirking, and Axl looking ready to bite through drywall.

You, meanwhile, turned around with absolutely no thoughts behind those pretty eyes.

"Hm?"

Duff stared at you.

You didn't even notice the nickname, or the way every guy in the room had gone tense.

You just smiled sweetly and took the box from his hand, "Thanks, Duffy." you said, before leaning up absentmindedly to kiss his cheek and then walked away like it was nothing.

Duff swallowed HARD.

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The studio was quieter than usual.

You sat cross-legged on the floor flipping through one of Axl's notebooks while he lounged on the couch nearby, cigarette dangling lazily between his fingers.

"You write weird stuff, dude." you informed him seriously.

Axl smirked faintly "Yeah?"

"There's literally a page that just says 'hate everyone' ".

"Was havin' a good day."

You snorted, rolling your eyes.

Axl watched you tuck your hair behind your ear while still reading his notebook, like you belonged in his space.

Like you belonged to him.

Daaangerous thought.

"You're staring." you said suddenly without looking up.

"A little."

You finally glanced at him.

That lazy half-lidded look that made your stomach flip a little.

Just a little.

"You're weird."

"You're nosy, doll. Put that down."

Your nose scrunched immediately. "Doll?"

"Fits you."

You tried to hide a smile, tucking your hair behind your ear as you slowly set the notebook down. ‘’Shut up..’’ you mumbled.

Axl just grinned around his cigarette.

God.

You had no idea what you did to him.

No idea that every time you wandered into a room looking for him specifically, something ugly and possessive twisted low in his chest.

Or how badly he wanted to pull you into his lap every time you looked up at him like that.

Instead he just held his hand out lazily.

"C'mere."

And like always, you went.

Of course you did.

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Steven was sprawled across the couch upside down when you walked into the room, the biggest smile known to man taking over his face the moment he saw you step in.

"There she is!"

You laughed immediately. "Why are you upside down?"

"Blood circulation."

"That is NOT a thing."

"Could be, tho.'"

Steven grabbed your wrist dramatically when you walked past him, groaning.

"Sit with mee."

"There’s no room."

"Yes there is."

"There's literally not.”

Steven immediately moved, nearly falling off the couch in the process just to make space for you.

You burst into giggles while sitting down beside him.

Worth it.

Completely worth it.

Steven looked at you for maybe a second too long before blurting:

"You smell really nice."

Dead silence for a second.

But you just smiled sweetly.

"Thank you, Stevie."

Stevie.

He thought he might actually die on the spot.

So yeah, each one would've killed an entire village for you, but in different ways.

…

And also kill eachother.

Which was kinda funny. Kind of such a shame you didn't notice.

Or maybe it was for the best, because currently, the tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife, and you were sitting right in the middle of it completely unaware, happily flipping through a magazine while the boys silently fought for your attention like the starving dogs they are.

"Axl," you suddenly said softly, looking up "can you open this for me?"

Immediate disaster.

Duff rolled his eyes.

Steven groaned dramatically.

Slash leaned back further into the couch with an annoyed little scoff while Izzy looked honestly kinda entertained.

Axl, meanwhile, took the bottle from your hands instantly.

Of course he did.

You smiled sweetly. "Thank you!"

"You always ask him first," Steven complained.

You blinked. "Because he opens things scary fast."

"That is NOT the point," Duff said.

"What is it, then?"

Nobody answered.

Because the point was outright embarrassing.

The point was that all five of them were pathetically obsessed with you.

The point was that Axl had almost started a fight last week because some guy flirted with you too long at the bar.

The point was that Duff couldn't stop pet naming you and treating you like his girl.

That Izzy looked at you like a bad habit he couldn't quit.

That Steven would probably marry you tomorrow if you asked.

That Slash started playing softer whenever you fell asleep nearby, like he physically couldn’t stand the idea of waking you up.

But you just stared at them curiously while sipping your drink.

"...You guys are acting weird again."

Duff laughed tiredly "Yeah, you have no idea."

It was completely fucking pathetic.

And the actual worst part?

As you ran towards them to give each a long hug, "the cure to band grumpiness", you'd call it; every single one of them was thinking the exact same thing.

"What is a pretty thing like you doing here? All alone, in the middle of the night?" 

"Sir, I was at my friend's house, she couldn't drive me home, she had too much wine."

He says nothing for a few seconds and starts to think you're off the hook.

"And what about you?"

"About me? Sir?"

"Are you drunk too?" 

"What? No I don't even like alcohol the taste is not my-"

"Turn around, slowly. Hands where I can see them."

And again you obey. You should have recognized him by his voice, maybe that's the cold blinding your senses. 

"Sheriff Barnes, I‘m sorry. I don't want to cause any trouble. I just want to go home." 

"You know pretty girl as sheriff it is my highest duty to keep this town safe."

"Sir I didnt do anything w-"

"Bend over the car, hands over your head."

"But Sir I-"

Your eyes widen in horror, his hands fly to his holster pulling out his gun which is now directly pointed at your head. You don’t know a lot about guns but to you it seems like the magazine is missing. Maybe you're not in the right state to judge that so you shiver nonetheless. 

"I'm not a patient man by any means doll, move." 

The top of the car is even colder than the air, the position uncomfortable. Then his calloused and strong hands start to roam over your legs and for a sweet second you relish in it, the heat a pleasant guest on your skin, that is until his hands start to wander higher and higher. 

"Sheriff Barnes! I have a right to know what you're searching for." His hands stop for a second. 

"I'm looking for drugs sweetheart. Dealers love to use pretty and innocent looking girls like you as middlemen." The way he says it with such a sweet tone and actual concern is what convinces you to let him go on. You close your eyes hoping this will be over soon. When he reaches your hips he pushes down on the sides, the pressure lets you gulp. Then he goes even higher and you squirm under him. 

"Not wearing a bra huh? Well no bra means no space to hide anything." He lets go of you completely and you mourn the loss of his heat at the very least you can go home now. 

"I will take you to the station with me." 

"What? But Sheriff Barnes, I did everything you-" His gun is back at your head and the rest of your sentence gets stuck in your throat, a tear daring to steal its way into your eye. 

"I warned you doll. I'm not a patient man and I‘m fed up with you." With the gun on your forehead not being able to do anything. 

"I‘m getting the cuffs from the car. You will stay right here and not do anything stupid. Understood?" 

"Yes- yes Sir." His smirk is devilish and almost sadistic, you would have never guessed that the Sheriff who brings coffee to the fire station and reads to children in the library is capable of any of this. Your heart stings and finally he turns around. 

You will not spend the night at the police station, if everyone finds out your reputation, your life would be ruined, so this is your chance. Open road or woods, open road or woods. 

A few moments later you regret your decision, woods? With these shoes? You heard him running after you so you chose a zig-zack pattern. The wind is loud in your ears, your heart nearly jumping out of your rib cage. It is unpreventable that you fall over a root but you manage to be on your feet again in a matter of seconds. 

His footsteps become more and more distant until they vanish. When you think you're safe you rest against a three you breathe and you breathe yet it feels like no air ends up in your lungs. Suddenly there is branch snapping and your running again but not for long. 

This time you don't trip instead you bump head first into something solid and warm. You want to turn around but he has your wrist in a death-grip. 

"I warned you not to do anything stupid."

"But Sheriff, I didn't do anything wrong. I just wanted to go home, please let me go." You shivering jaw and your best puppy-eyes can't convince him, he grabs your other wrist and your back hits a three, the whine you let out seems to please him and you come face to face with the reality that you never had a chance. 

He comes close to your ear, his cologne fills your nose, his voice more a growl of a wild animal than human "I tell you what sweetheart. I am not cruel, I will give you a chance. I will reach between those pretty legs of yours and if your not wet, you can go but if you are-"

You don't get the time to ask him about the consequences. His fingers are under your panties before you can process what he just said. The contact lets you jolt in his grip, you try to squirm away but it is no use. 

"Well, what do we have here?" His fingers are covered from the tip to the beginning of his palm. You feel heat creeping up into your cheeks, your gaze falling to the ground in shame, he is not having that. His right hand leaves your wrist and cups your chin in a harsh motion, his eyes burning right through you. 

"Don‘t get all shy now since this is all for me." The fingers which were just between your folds are now in his mouth and he licks them as if they were his favourite treat. Your eyes fall onto the golden ring that's shining back at you under the moonlight. 

"Oh, don't worry too much about this stupid thing. This is going to stay between you and me." For a second he lets go of you completely to take the ring off and securing it in the pocket of his uniform somehow you find the courage to speak again, your voice small and broken. 

"Mister Barnes Sir, please you don't have to do this. Just let me go, I will not tell anyone I promise." You plead and beg until your voice starts to get stuck in the back of your throat.

"Oh I know that you will not, I will make sure of that." With that one of his hands grips your neck with force and you're yanked onto your hands and knees. One of his hands pressing you down by the back, the other pulling down your panties, you kick your feet but it is no use. 

"Why dont you just hold still doll, it will make it easier for the both of us. Don't forget you were the one asking for it." 

With his hand pressing you onto the cold ground you can't protest, your arms are too short, your legs are not hitting anything. The sound of a zipper getting pulled down ends up in your ear. The panic becomes overwhelming and you try to crawl away but he simply pulls you closer by your hips. By then you feel his cock against your skin mixed with the rough texture of his pants. 

"You better be one the pill pretty girl, this pussy is begging me to fuck it raw." It must be a hypothetical question because he is already right at your entrance. "Come on doll be a good girl and let me in so we can get this over with yeah?" He is not gentle with you with one brutal thrust, he is all the way inside and he is big. The cry that's getting pressed out of your lunges feels as if you throw up your insides.  

"Ssh ssh everything's alright. This is hurting me as much as it's hurting you." He doesn't move at first instead he places small strokes on the back of your head as if he is trying to sooth a wounded animal. Right when you attempt to plead again he has enough, with a scoff your face is on the ground and his hips start to move just as relentlessly as before.

Tears fall in heavy streams down your face, your body surrenders, your mind goes blank, it is not like you have a choice. 

"God, maybe you're not so innocent huh? I can feel your pussy soaking me. Just imagine what would have happened to a pretty girl like you if someone else would have found you." 

His words hit you like venom. What on earth could be worse than this? That is the question you cling to for the next five minutes or so but your silence also doesn't satisfy him. His grip tightens and will definitely leave bruises all around your hips. 

"Thank me for protecting you doll." You take a second too long and his large hand comes down on your bare ass with a harsh smack pulling a hopeless sob out of you. 

"Thank you! Thank you for protecting me, Sheriff Barnes." 

His breath hitches and his pace becomes more and more uneven. He must be close and again you start to hope that all of this will be over soon, then he stops. He pulls out and you whine at the loss of contract, your brain works not fast enough, you crawl forward in an attempt to get up but he pulls you back again. With a harsh twist, you're on your back. 

His pupils are blown, he has some dirt on his face and he licks over his lips as if he wants to devour you whole. 

"I want to see you when you fall apart." 

This time you choke on your spit, nails digging into the ground beneath you. 

"You're enjoying this a lot huh? I can feel your pussy clenching me doll." 

You close your eyes, his words let your blood chill. You want to say something but this time he is faster, his large hand covering your mouth entirely. You don't know how much time passes. What you know is that he never falters in his ruthless pounding. At some point you start to wonder if you will be able to walk after all this. 

Then his moves become faster, to your disbelief he hits even deeper than before. He pulls his hand from your mouth cupping your face again. 

"Look at me." His tone leaves no room for arguments. When your eyes meet the heat from your cheek drops down to your stomach, your mouth falls open. 

"Good girl, let me hear it, let me hear how good I make you feel." Your nails switch from the ground to his shoulders, staining his shirt with dirt. 

"I'm gonna come inside you and you take it, right sweetheart?" Your head is empty at this point, no tears left to cry, the ones prior already dried on your skin, you frantically shake your head up and down. The eagerness takes him by surprise and his rhythm becomes unsteady. 

You both need a long time to catch your breaths you're the first one to speak. 

"Fuck." The deep groan right next to your ear is what ultimately sends you over the edge. Your back arching off the ground pressing you right against his chest. As your orgasm rips through you in a mix of pain and twisted pleasure you can feel white ropes of his cum flooding you.

He lowers himself onto you the weight of his body comforting, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

"So, you think I‘m pretty Sheriff Barnes?" You can feel his smile against your skin.

"Angel you're killing me, you know that?" With all his remaining strength he pushes himself up, locking eyes with you and right then and there you just can’t hold it any longer, you both burst out in laughter. At some point you pull him down for a kiss that is more teeth than anything. 

"I‘m pulling out now okay? We have to leave before someone sees us." 

"Seems like we have a damsel in distress here." Then you feel his hands around you and your back is leaving the ground. He carries you all the way to his car, places you down on the prepared towel and closes the door. 

"Yeah and we can't have that, can't we, sheriff?" You press your lips together in a cocky smile and fail to hold your legs still, they are shaking like crazy.

He quickly corrects his clothes, looking down at you with endless adoration as if you're not looking like a total wreck at the moment.

With him behind the steering wheel he pulls the heater up to max and scans you from head to toe.

"I told you we should have waited till June." 

"Well, it was worth it." The fact that your trembling like a fawn lets him huff, reaches behind him revealing a thick blanket. 

"Oh my god, you really thought about everything." 

"Well, believe it or not but I like you alive and not frozen solid." You turn in his direction and give him a big smooch on his cheek.

"Thank you for trying this with me." 

"Not gonna lie angel, I liked this more than I want to admit." 

"Aw your blushing, next time I’m gonna chase you!" You're saying it with so much enthusiasm that he can not help himself but beam all over his face. 

"Lets get home, we both could use a shower." Right when he puts his feet on the gas pedal you scream. 

"Wait! Where is your ring?" He reaches into one of the small pockets of his uniform and puts it back on his finger. 

"Where is yours?" You pull out the thin necklace hidden under your dress, showing off the golden ring, his eyes going soft. 

"I love you."

"I love you too Bucky." With one last stolen kiss he starts to drive, as soon as the wheels move you fall asleep. He makes sure to drive miles under the limit so you can relish in your nap as long as possible. He’s stealing little glances here and there, wondering how he got so lucky.