#the shield

“Please.” Seth’s puppy eyes were wide, his face practically crestfallen as he gazed up at you. “Please, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” 

You tightened your jaw in anger. “Didn’t mean to?” you repeated, your voice low. “Are you serious right now?” 

Seth shifted uncomfortably on his knees, his eyes flickering over to where Roman and Dean stood. You were quick to grab his beard, bringing his eyes back to you. 

“Don’t look at them,” you snapped. “Look at me.” 

Seth practically whined, his gaze up at you pleading. “Please,” he begged again. “I really am sorry. It won’t happen again.” 

“Which part?” Your grip on Seth’s beard tightened and he hissed in pain. “Disobeying my orders or talking back to me?” 

“Both!” Seth’s hand instinctively reached up to clutch at your thigh, but he didn’t push you away. He knew better. “Please, it was a mistake. I’ll listen. I promise I will.” 

“Hm.” You made a noncommittal noise, finally releasing Seth’s beard to glance over at the other two Shield members. Roman stood anxiously off to the side, his eyes watching you carefully. He was usually the more obedient of the three, but you could see how his body was tense, no doubt resisting the urge to come forward and defend his brother. He was territorial like that. 

Dean, on the other hand, seemed amused by this new turn of events. He leaned against the wall and watched, his mouth quirked into a mischievous grin at the sight of his brother on his knees for you. He was probably just happy it wasn’t him for once. You’d had to punish Dean more times than you could count. 

Seth’s disobedience was a bit more surprising to you. While he was certainly the more vocal of the three when it came to questioning your orders backstage, he wouldn’t dare disobey you in the ring. If you point, he attacks. If you pull on the leash, he heels. Seth listens. 

Or at least, he normally does. Tonight, something had shifted. Your normally obedient boy had attacked CM Punk without any provocation. Sure, the idiot had been running his mouth and making threats, but that was every night. It wasn’t anything new. You couldn’t be sure why Seth had chosen now to directly disobey you and throw the first punch. It wasn’t like him. 

“You attacked him, Seth,” you murmured, your tone disappointed. “You attacked him after I told you to stay. Why?” 

Seth seemed distraught, his fingers curling in the fabric of your pants. “I…I didn’t like the way he was talking to you.” 

“Is that right?” 

Seth nodded. “He was threatening you! He said he was going to try to hurt you. I couldn’t let him get away with that.” 

You nodded in understanding, reaching up to comb your fingers through his bleached hair. “You wanted to protect me.” 

Seth nodded again, leaning up to press his cheek into your lap. “I couldn’t let him hurt you. I would never let him hurt you.” 

You sighed. While Roman was generally the most territorial, there was a reason all three of them were called the Hounds of Justice. They were like a dog with a bone. Once it was clear that you were in danger, they were quick to swoop in, no matter how hard you pulled on their leash. 

“You’re sweet,” you murmured. “And I know you want to keep me safe.” 

“I do.” Seth’s eyelids fluttered as you continued to pet his hair. “I would do anything for you. You know that.” 

“But you can’t do it like this, baby,” you said, cupping his cheek with your hand. “Who’s in charge here?” 

Seth swallowed. “You.” 

“And who gives the orders?” 

“You. But–”

“Who makes the decisions, Seth? You or me?” 

Seth bowed his head. “You,” he whispered, the word barely audible. 

“That’s right.” Your grip on Seth’s hair tightened and Seth practically whined, his eyes watering at the sudden pain. “I run this shit. Not you. Not Dean. Not Roman. Me.” 

Your gaze hardened, sweeping over all three of them in challenge. “I give the orders and you follow them. I tell you to attack, you attack. I tell you to stay, you stay. I’m not sure what about that is so difficult to understand.” 

Seth let out another helpless sound, still clutching at your thigh as you kept that mean grip in his hair. 

“You can’t blame him for wanting to protect you, princess,” Dean chuckled, still leaning against the wall. “I was thinking of knocking the fucker’s lights out too.” 

“But you didn’t,” you replied, keeping your tone even. “And why is that?” 

Dean’s eyes sparkled with amusement, but his tone was deferential. “Because you told us not to.” 

“Hm. Interesting.” You gazed back down at Seth. “Even the lunatic is more obedient than you. That’s got to be a first.” 

“I’m sorry,” Seth pleaded, his eyes still watery. He was much easier to break than Dean. “Please, I won’t disobey again. I mean it. I’m really, truly sorry.” 

You considered his words, your eyes sliding over to Roman. As usual, he didn’t have much to say, though you could practically see the gears turning behind his pretty eyes, watching the interaction between you and Seth with unconcealed nervousness. 

“And what do you think?” you asked him, still holding Seth up by the hair. “Tell me, Roman. I want to know.” 

It took him a moment to respond, but you weren’t in a hurry. You knew he would find the answer when he was ready. 

“I know why Seth did it,” he finally rumbled, his lips pursed as he considered his next words. “I wanted to hurt him too. But listening to you is more important.” 

You grinned. “That’s a good answer,” you praised, your eyes drifting back down to Seth. “So let me make myself perfectly clear. You can share your ideas with me backstage, but when we’re in the ring, you follow my orders. You do as I command. And if you pull any more shit like that I’m going to start punishing you the way I punish Dean.” 

Seth paled and Dean couldn’t resist another chuckle, his face far too amused for your liking. 

You finally released Seth’s hair to watch him crumple pathetically on the floor. 

The room was quiet. Dean still watched, that amused look still in his eye, while Roman stood nearby, conflicted. 

“Is it done now?” Roman asked. His voice was uncharacteristically soft. You knew how much he hated seeing his brothers be punished. “Are you happy with Seth again?”

You smiled, taking a seat on the edge of the bed to gaze fondly at him. “I’m happy as long as Seth understands who’s in charge,” you replied, crooking a finger in Roman’s direction to urge him to your side. “But that’s something you’ve always understood, isn’t it?” 

Roman nodded, taking your hand and brushing his lips across your knuckles. His dark eyes were just as wide, just as puppyish as Seth’s, and you couldn’t help but giggle, tugging at the fabric of his shirt. 

“Take this off. Let me see you.”

Roman was quick to obey, shrugging off his clothes and leaning over you to press a gentle kiss to your cheek, his hands warm on your skin. 

“So obedient,” you mused, still smiling at him. “It’s a gift to have such strong, pretty soldiers fall in line for me. Maybe someday you’ll have some of your own.”

Roman’s lips continued to press kisses along your neck, his massive form still looming over you. “I don’t need soldiers,” he murmured. “I have you.”

Your smile widened, reaching up to tangle your hands in Roman’s long hair. “Such a sweet boy,” you cooed, urging him to follow you up on the bed. “Such a good hound for me.”

You heard Dean chuckle, already moving to join you up on the bed. “You gonna get us collars or something?”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “Why? You want one?” 

Dean laughed, a boyish grin on his face as he allowed you to tug his shirt over his head. “I don’t think we need to take the Hounds of Justice thing that far, do we?”

Dean leaned down to press kisses of his own to the other side of your neck, now flanked on either side by your boys. 

But one was missing. 

“Seth,” you called, peeking around Roman’s hulking shoulders to find him. He was still sitting on the floor, watching the three of you with wide eyes. “Come here, sweetheart. I haven’t forgotten about you.”

Seth quickly scrambled up onto the bed, fighting for a place beside you as Roman and Dean took up most of the space on the bed. 

“My sweet boy,” you cooed, reaching out a hand to cradle Seth’s cheek. “You gonna be good for me now?”

“Yes!” Seth leaned down to press a kiss of his own to your cheek, his gaze at you almost desperate. “Yes, I’ll be good. I promise.”

“I know you will, baby,” you murmured, your voice soft. “I know you try so hard to make me happy.”

All three of them leaned down to press more kisses to your body. Their lips were warm, their hands all reaching up to touch you. You couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Maybe I should get you collars,” you mused, reaching up to pet Dean’s hair just to watch those pretty blue eyes flutter. “After all, you are my Hounds of Justice, aren’t you?”

They each let out a small sound at your words, Roman in particular as he nuzzled behind your ear. 

“You always protect me,” you continued, pulling them all closer. “You always keep me safe. Guard dogs just for me, aren’t you?”

This time you reached out to scratch Seth’s beard, chuckling when he offered you a dopey, lovestruck grin. 

“You’ll always protect me, won’t you?” 

All three of them were quick to nod and you let out a pleased hum, leaning back further into the pillows. 

“You’ve been so good for me, Roman,” you whispered, petting his hair. “I want you inside me first.”

Roman’s smile was just as lovestruck as Seth’s, his gaze at you adoring. “Whatever you want, princess.”

You grinned. “That’s right. Whatever I want.”

You spread your legs and allowed Roman to sink into your wet, tight heat, pleased to see his dark eyes roll back in pleasure. You didn’t miss the jealous looks on Dean and Seth’s faces, but you weren’t worried. A little friendly competition wouldn’t hurt them. 

“Maybe if you weren’t so bratty I’d let you go first,” you murmured to Dean, tugging him close so he could press more kisses to your chest. 

“What? I didn’t even do anything.”

“No, but you were thinking about it.”

“That doesn’t sound like me at all.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But you love it.”

You did. But you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of saying it. Instead, you threw back your head and moaned as Roman began thrusting into you, his massive cock practically splitting you open. 

Another set of lips were quick to brush against yours and you realized that Seth was pressing himself closer to you, that lovesick expression still on his face. 

“You’re so pretty, baby,” he murmured, his long fingers tracing across your collarbone. “I can’t stop staring at you. You’re just so perfect.”

You smiled. “You’re so sweet. My handsome boy.” You reached up to cradle Seth’s jaw and he leaned into your touch, letting out a pleased sigh. 

“You got us all wrapped your little finger, don’t you, princess?” Dean chucked low in your ear. “You must have us under some kind of spell.”

Roman’s hips twisted and fireworks exploded across your vision, new heat spreading across your body as he hit your g-spot. You moaned, unable to even reply to Dean as your mind clouded with lust and pleasure. 

“You’re right, princess.” This time it was Seth’s voice in your ear. “We’ll always have your back. We’ll always protect you.”

Yes, they would. The Shield, the Hounds of Justice, belonged to you. And they weren’t going anywhere.