seth rollins x fem!reader with one bed trope?
One bed || Seth Rollins x Reader
Summary: When the hotel is fully booked, Triple H tells you to room with Seth for the night. This leads to some interesting interactions.
A/N: Incredibly slutty little outfit, love it!
When Triple H informed you that the hotel was fully booked and you'd have to share a room for the night with Seth Rollins, it didn't seem like a big deal. You and Seth were friends, after all, and you'd spent plenty of time together. But when you arrived at the room, you realized there had been a mix-up. It was supposed to be a double room, and it wasn't. You'd have to share the same bed.
It shouldn't have been a problem, but deep down, you had been harboring feelings for Seth for a while now. You kept those emotions carefully concealed, not wanting to jeopardize your friendship or make things awkward. And now, sharing a bed with him, you were terrified you might do something stupid in your sleep.
You spent a restless night, trying to keep to your side of the bed, feeling the tension rise as your bodies unconsciously inched closer throughout the night. The next morning, you awoke to a warm, comforting sensation. You found yourself cuddled up with Seth, his arm draped gently over your waist. Panic surged through you, and you tried to slip out of his embrace, thinking you'd crossed a line.
But Seth wasn't asleep; he'd been awake for a while, contentedly watching you sleep. Your apology and attempt to get out of the bed were met with a gentle yet firm grip on your waist as he pulled you closer to him.
"Don't," Seth said softly, his voice filled with tenderness. "I've been wanting to do that for a long time."
His admission left you breathless. Seth had feelings for you too. You'd been worrying about making things awkward, not realizing that the feelings you'd been concealing were mutual.
With a gentle smile, he pressed a loving kiss to your forehead. The tension that had been building for so long finally dissipated as you both realized that the shared feelings were something beautiful, something worth exploring.
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seth rollins x fem!reader with reader being ringside at summerslam?
Retained || Seth Rollins x Reader
Summary: You and Seth celebrate his win at SummerSlam.
The arena is alive with energy, the cheers of the crowd reverberating through the air. Ringside, your heart races in time with the pulsating excitement of the match unfolding before you. The spotlight illuminates the ring, casting a dramatic glow on Seth Rollins and Finn Balor as they battle for the championship.
Every move, every strike, holds your attention in a vice grip. You can feel the tension building in the arena, the crowd's anticipation reaching a fever pitch. Seth's determination is evident in every calculated maneuver, and you can't help but feel a surge of pride and excitement.
Then, the moment you've been waiting for arrives. Seth's signature move lands perfectly, and the referee counts the pinfall. The roar of the crowd is deafening as Seth emerges victorious, his music blaring triumphantly throughout the arena. He's done it – he's retained his championship.
As the final bell rings, you leap to your feet, overcome with elation. The smile on your face is infectious as you watch Seth celebrate his hard-earned victory. The adrenaline surges through your veins, and without a second thought, you rush towards the barricade.
Seth's gaze finds you in the sea of cheering fans, and his expression transforms into a mix of disbelief and sheer joy. In an instant, the exhaustion from the match seems to melt away as he locks eyes with you. With a burst of energy, he vaults over the ropes and lands on the ringside floor, making a beeline for you.
The distance between you closes rapidly, and before you know it, you're wrapped tightly in Seth's arms. The world around you seems to fade as the two of you share a victorious embrace. The crowd's cheers become a distant hum as you press your forehead against his, your heart pounding in time with his.
"We did it," he whispers, his voice tinged with awe.
You nod fervently, unable to contain your excitement. "You did it, Seth! I'm so proud of you."
His lips find yours in a euphoric kiss, a celebration of his hard-fought victory. The taste of victory and sweat lingers on his lips, making the moment all the more electric. When the kiss finally breaks, Seth's eyes are alight with affection, and he effortlessly lifts you into his arms.
The cheers of the crowd echo in your ears as Seth carries you up the ramp, his steps infused with the same adrenaline that propelled him through the match. Backstage, the atmosphere is charged with the euphoria of triumph, and Seth's fellow wrestlers offer him congratulations and well-deserved praise.
In the midst of the chaos, you and Seth find a quiet moment. He sets you down gently, his hands finding your waist as he gazes at you with unwavering devotion.
"I couldn't have done it without you," he says, his voice soft yet sincere.
You cup his cheek, your thumb brushing against his skin. "And I couldn't be prouder to call you mine."
Seth's grin is infectious, and he leans in to press another tender kiss to your lips. The victory may belong to him in the ring, but in this shared moment, the victory is yours together – a testament to your unwavering support and love.
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Chapter 6: The Visionary
Three days later.
Wind rushed against her palm.
Fire coating her back and melting her skin. One moment she lay in water, the next, she burned. Searching her lungs for breath, her neck craning against some unseen force, her teeth fighting for purchase. She could not possess it. She could not flee it. An iron hand forcing her to look up, wrenching her neck even further…screaming and looking up into the sun. Not the sun…nor the moon.
The eyes of the storm.
Grey eyes.
Feverish, she woke, her skin sweating in the darkness. Pain along her back. Soreness. She knew of wind. Fleeing something. Fleeing a nightmare which had already fled, for the last of her dream had faded…leaving her weak. Turning her head slowly, she felt a wet cloth fall from her eyes, the darkness unveiling itself as a pool of depth.
Prelude: An Underworld Fanfiction.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/749807/chapters/1399313
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