#Braun Strowman imagine

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Braun Strowman x Reader●

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Standing backstage talking to Ivy Nile and The Creed Brothers, I feel a tap on my arm. I slowly turn around seeing Dominick Mysterio and JD McDonagh standing there smiling at me while a cameraman is standing behind them. I look at them unimpressed.

"What do you two want?"

"JD wants to know if you would...."

"No."

"You didn't even let me finish."

"Dom. You ask me every week if I will go on a date with JD. And every week I tell you the same thing. No I don't want to go on a date with him. I have a man. Leave me alone."

"You are lying. You don't have a man. Every week I ask you, he never shows up. And if you did have a man, I bet JD could beat him in that ring."

The camera man is in JD and Dom's faces. Than comes over to me and Ivy. I look over at her smirking.

"You think JD could beat my man?"

Ivy scoffs laughing looking back at me. I look back at Dom and JD.

"So JD, you wanna fight for me?"

He shakes his head yes as Dom puts his hands on his shoulders.

"Okay.... when do you want that beating?"

I cross my arms as the camera man is right in my face than an arm goes around my neck. I smirk slowly looking up as the camera follows my face to Braun Strowman standing next to me.

"Yeah! When do you want that beating?!"

I look at them smirking and they turn around running away. The camera man comes back to us as Braun turns my face towards him and kisses me hard infront of the whole world.

[jtmarx]

Obviously I know no active WWE superstar is gonna have an OF but when I saw that linktree on Braun Strowman's Twitter?? I've never clicked so fast

[angie-watches-wrasslin]

y’all imagine a match between braun strowman and bron breakker n braun starts running around the ring chasing breakker with the strowman express n breakker just picks up speed n nails him from the back 💀

just a random thought i had from the sami n bron match i thought it was funny 😭

[jace-the-writer-guy]

Rest in Peace Bray Wyatt

It's taking a lot for me to say this right now. I know I haven't posted anything in a while, and this is the first thing I do post, but I have to post something about it.

Earlier today, one of my favorite wrestlers, Windham Rotunda (AKA Bray Wyatt) passed away at the age of 36. I'm absolutely heartbroken and for a while I was at a loss for words for the longest time.

This was the leader of the Wyatt Family, the stable in WWE that also had Erick Rowan, Braun Strowman, and another favorite wrestlers of mine who passed away in December of 2020, Brodie Lee (known as Luke Harper in WWE). It's very heartbreaking because they were all like brothers, and from Erick's appearance on Brodie's memorial episode of AEW dynamite at the end of 2020, he was absolutely devastated.

Bray Wyatt was one of the best talkers WWE and the professional wrestling world has had and will ever have. He had such an amazing imagination that could expand far beyond his wrestling career if he ever wanted. I can't help but wonder what could have been if he could have come back, and if he got to return and pursue stuff outside of wrestling.

In my opinion, for what little it matters, he should be a future Hall of Famer. The Wyatt Family should all go in the Hall of Fame.

Please even if you're not a wrestling fan, even if you probably wouldn't understand, look up some of Bray's promo work in WWE. His voice is just amazing and his style of talking was so captivating. He was truly one of a kind. He deserved to have the whole world in his hands.

"Goodbye for now, my brother. See you down the road."

[piratewithvigor]

Wrestlemania 39 Predictions and why I think so

only way to retain sanity with an hour and 20 left until showtime

John Cena VS Austin Theory- If Theory beats him clean, I will have to actually lay down and die because I cannot stand that motherfucker and want him gone. I need him gone. If I had to pick between no longer having chronic back pain and no longer having Theory exist, I would pick the back pain every goddamn time.

Braun Strowman and Ricochet VS The Street Profits VS Alpha Academy VS The Viking Raiders- They've won every match thus far, it ain't an extreme guess. Nor do I really care. What I do care about is whether or not Alpha Academy breaks up.

Trish Stratus, Lita, and Becky Lynch VS Damage CTRL- I can't imagine that Trish and Lita are going to be around long enough to defend championships. They're part-timers. Because I know it's gonna happen, I haven't gotten emotionally involved.

Rey Mysterio VS Dominik Mysterio- The unloved child in me says I should want Dom to win, but Rey has the unloved child energy. Dom's been the abusive family member and I want him obliterated, but I also want him to hug Rey again.

Seth "Freakin" Rollins VS Logan Paul- I will actually cry if I have to see Seth get pinned. Especially to this son of a bitch. I hope he heard me when I told him to burn in hell.

The Usos VS Kevin Owens and Sami Zayn- I do not want to be right. I desperately want to be wrong. More than anything I want to see Kevin and Sami win. But I can't keep putting on the clown makeup.

Charlotte Flair VS Rhea Ripley- Another case of hoping I'm wrong. But I'm also too tired to really care because Charlotte always wins.

Liv Morgan and Raquel Rodriguez VS Natalya and Shotzi VS Ronda Rousey and Shayna Baszler VS Chelsea Green and Sonya Deville- Only two with big enough names to have a chance of being champs ever. And I still don't really care.

Gunther VS Sheamus VS Drew McIntyre- Tricky cause of the rumors about Drew having contract troubles. I think Drew could win if there were no rumors, but if he isn't getting resigned, they won't belt him.

Edge VS "The Demon" Finn Bálor- Edge is way too angry to not win. He is a pissed off boi

Brock Lesnar VS Omos- This is not the first time they've fought and just like every other, Brock won't get pinned, but he will lose by DQ like he always does

Bianca Belair VS Asuka- This is the closest one. Either one could be champ for sure

Roman Reigns VS Cody Rhodes- No one in their right goddamn mind would keep the belt on Roman. No one in their wrong goddamn mind would keep the belt on Roman. He has no story left to tell. That being said, if an Uso gets out there, then fuckery will happen

[wweassets]

Imagine Ricochet riding Braun Strowman. I bet he looks like a little jockey lol

HDHSHDN😭need to see it tho

[mainslava]

Wwe fastlane 2017 predictions

#WWE FASTLANE 2017 PREDICTIONS SERIES#

Goldberg will enter WrestleMania as the Universal champion. But imagine the impact that would have on Owens if he scores a victory over Goldberg - no matter how it happens. Interference from Brock Lesnar would make it happen. Having former stars beating up-and-coming ones lessens the product and diminishes the current wrestler’s shine. For the good of the future of the company, Owens should be victorious. Braun Strowman The WWE.com tagline calls Roman 'the unstoppable force', which is funny because he loses all the. Reigns will have a strong showing, but a loss is not the end of the world for him - and probably would be more helpful than hurtful for the former Shield powerhouse. Prediction: Goldberg makes short work of Owens and wins the title. Strowman has been absolutely dominant and should continue to do so until he gets a belt. Having the biggest up-and-coming monster in the company lose so quickly seems like an incredibly foolish move. Gallagher is entertaining, but it’s not his time to become the champion. He’s been running roughshod through cruiserweights since he joined the division. They deserve a run with it for a little while - at least until WrestleMania. Shes basically like a female Braun Strowman, and I think it was a good move to have her beat both Sasha and Bayley in recent weeks, and I dont think it hurts. The Club won their first title just more than a month ago at the Royal Rumble. Look for her to become a five-time Raw Women’s champion. SPOTLIGHTED PODCAST ALERT (YOUR ARTICLE BEGINS A FEW INCHES DOWN).

#WWE FASTLANE 2017 PREDICTIONS SERIES#

I can’t imagine this being broken on a non-Big 4 PPV (WrestleMania, Summerslam, Survivor Series and Royal Rumble). PPV PREDICTIONS WWE FASTLANE: Thomas’s predictions for Owens vs. Benjamin was born in 1987, and is still not dead. Now about bolstering the rest of the division…įlair. WWE Fastlane 2017 WWE Results Predictions Posted On: 4 th Mar 2017 Editorial Team. This will be the third event in the Fastlane chronology. Everything we think will happen on the last major stop before we hit the final straight on the road to WrestleMania. Jax would provide a much-needed breath of fresh air. When is WWE FastLane 2017 It will take place on Maat the Bradley Center in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Raw’s women’s division needs a boost in terms of competition beyond just having Banks and Bayley feud with with Charlotte. Digital Replica Edition Home Page Close Menu

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Braun Strowman Fic Recs

Moodboard 💝

Angst 😭

Fluff 🥰

Smut 😈

Series 📚

Original character 👸🏽

Au meme 🎀

Social media edit 📱

😈Playmate by @stripper-patrick

👸🏽Pierced by @hardcorewwetrash

🥰Don't I Know You? By @hardcorewwetrash

If Anything He's More Like A Big Teddy Bear by @imaginexwwe

[stripper-patrick]

Playmate🍸 Braun Strowman

Warnings: smut, jealousy, country accent 😍

Relationship: Braun Strowman x black plus sized reader

Lately I’ve noticed my boyfriend Braun and Alexa getting a little too comfortable with each other. Last week she sat on his shoulders in victory of a match then the looks they give each other makes my skin crawl. I understand it’s just a storyline and I’ve been trying to keep myself composed but it’s getting harder and harder.

I’m sitting in my locker room watching his segment seeing the way they look at each other.

“I think you’re pretty cute” she says in the mic smiling up at him.

“I think your pretty cute too” I stand up and grab my crocs putting them in sports mode with the strap around my heel. I grab my hoodie and put it on wasting no time in going out to the gorilla.

My music hits and I walk out watching the two stare at me in confusion.

“Y/N what do you think you’re doing” I walk into the ring and jump on her swinging.

She keeps trying to swing but misses. Braun pulls me off of her by my waist and I kick and scream until he corners me. Alexa jumps and makes her way over his arm and I start swinging again.

“Calm down Y/N” Braun screams over the commotion

A referee comes out and holds Alexa back while Braun holds me back but that doesn’t stop me. I dip under his arm charging at her again until he catches me mid air.

“Enough” he screams.

Alexa leaves and I run my hands over my face in irritation that I didn’t hit her anymore. Braun holds my arms trying to calm me down.

I push him off of me and I grab a microphone.

“The reason I just beat her ass is because I see the way you two look at each other and the flirting here and there well tonight I had enough” I drop the mic and walk past Braun going backstage.

As I walk through the crowd everyone stares at me in witness and probably fear of what just happened.

I go into my dressing room and sit down bouncing my leg. I sigh rubbing my face feeling warm tears soak my face. I hear the door open softly.

“Y/N” the deep voice fills the room and I see Braun. He comes down on his knees and holds me.

“Get off”

“Nope” I keep trying to push him away but I give up letting him hold me.

“Please talk to me”

“Braun you know what you did. All this flirting and shit is showing me that you take some type of interest in her”

“It’s a storyline babe”

“I get that and I’ve been trying to keep a cool head but tonight did it”

“I’m sorry you know I’d never hurt you”

“I’m done for the night I’ll meet you at the hotel” I stand up and he kisses my cheek wiping my tears. I give him a small smile and grab my things leaving.

...

I’m sitting in the hotel room with a pizza. I’ve already showered and got ready for the night.

I’m sitting here watching Spongebob and the door opens. I see Braun walk in and I look at him.

“Hey” he says

“Hey” he sets down his stuff and goes straight to the bathroom turning on the water. I go on my phone while I wait.

Time flies and I see him come out with a towel hanging low around his waist and his hair tied up. He grabs some boxers and lays next to me grabbing a slice.

“You know your voice reminds me of Blackjack”

“The game?”

“No from spongebob” I point to the screen and Blackjack is there attempting to beat up Spongebob.

“Oh wow is this an all the time thing? Even when I call you Peaches” that name starts up a heartbeat in my core

“I don’t know it’s been a minute since you last called me that” truth be told it’s been a week but it’s still a little while.

“It’s been a week and plus you were on your period”

“Well I‘m off now so I’m in some need of my big man” I move the box to the floor and straddle his lap while he lays back

“Are we really bout to fuck in front of spongebob?”

“Yes” I feel him growing harder under me as I pull my oversized shirt of my head. He groans and buries his head in my exposed chest.

“Fuck peaches you smell so good” I smile and work on his boxers pulling them down his long legs. I take off my underwear and lower myself onto him feeling as he stretches me out.

“You’re so tight” I start bouncing and moaning near his ear. If I know one thing it’s that he loves to watch me moan and react to his dick so I lean back and place my hands on his calves throwing my head back while I ride him

“Just like that fuck you take me so well” I whimper and touch my breast.

“Fuck your gonna be the death of me” I smile trickling my hand down to my clit. As soon as I touch it I gasp feeling my build up heighten and intensify.

“Braun you feel so good” he throws me off guard pressing into me deeper.

He holds my waist and I lean forward ridding him faster and harder. I hold onto the headboard and he bites onto my breast.

“I’m gonna come” I moan. He digs into my hips and pushes me further which I didn’t think was remotely possible.

“Come for me darling” his thick country accent always had a way to turn me on to the max. I moan out and he grunts coming with me.

“That’s it darling” I keep riding until we finish and I stop catching my breath.

“You and your country accent like I can’t” I smile leaning down on his chest.

“That’s how I get you to come anytime anyplace baby”

[melaninmarvel]

melaninmarvel wrestlers fic recs

*nsfw/nsfw-ish

Jey  Uso 

Bloodline Family Series by @queenreignsempire and @kayah16

Finn Balor 

Hurting Your So in the Worst Way Possible by @writinglionqueen

Holy Accents by @theworldofotps

Daddy Needs a Girlfriend by @theworldofotps

Jimmy Uso

Bloodline Family Series by @queenreignsempire and @kayah16

Roman Reigns

Bloodline Family Series by @queenreignsempire and @kayah16

What’s the Matter by @jerseygirl1290

Mine by @wldthoughtz

Ask and You Shall Receive by @stripper-patrick

Babygirl by @ladycynthia

*He Belongs with Me by @biforrollynch

*Submissive by @writing-reigns

Braun Strowman

Don’t I Know You by @hardcorewwetrash

*Pierced by @hardcorewwetrash

A Beauty, a Beast, and a Champ by @hardcorewwetrash

*Playmate by @stripper-patrick

Rezar

Leave Him Alone by @kayah16

Rezar Comes Home by @kayah16

Tasha and Rezar Series by @kayah16

Drew Mcintyre

Fluff Alphabet by @puttingtheklrinkiller

*Workout by @writing-reigns

Holy Accents by @theworldofotps

Seth Rollins

You have Pretty Eyes by @mondaynightrollins

Please Don’t Cry by @mondaynightrollins

NSFW Alphabet @mondaynightrollins

Becky Lynch 

Being Nervous for You by @seventrent

Adam Page 

Hair Tie by @wwesmutdonedirtcheap 

[ohnojustimagine]

Between

Alexa Bliss/Reader/Braun Strowman; Smut, 3955 words

A rather inspired anon asked for this threesome!

***

It's not exactly how you always pictured your Raw debut, wearing a tutu and a stupid hat after being roped in with some of the other NXT trainees and a few random extras to be in No Way Jose's conga line, but hey, you'll take it any way you can get it. And you're already having a pretty good time, what with the whole group of you full-on committing to the party atmosphere, feeding off each other's energy as you enthusiastically conga your way to gorilla.

A few of the superstars and staff hanging out backstage give you a thumbs up or a smile as you make your way past them, but all you get from Alexa Bliss is a long, sneering look and an upper lip curled in unconcealed disgust. And it's not as if you would have expected any different, but to your confusion, you could maybe kind of swear that a fair amount that disgust is being directed at you personally. But you have to be imagining that. You've never even met Alexa before, so there's no reason why she'd single you out among the others. You're not even wearing the most ridiculous outfit, you tell yourself, shaking your head and dancing along, putting it out of your mind.

But once the show is over and you're back in normal clothes, watching some of the videos the audience have posted on social media of you and your conga buddies, Alexa appears, striding into your line of vision.

"Hey," she says. It's less of a greeting and more of a demand for attention, but even so, you barely look up, quickly glancing behind you, sure she can't possibly be talking to you. "No," she says, pointing directly at you, moving closer. "You. Hey."

"Hi there," you say, slowly. "Can I help you?"

"Let's hope so," she replies impatiently. "You drive, right?"

"Yeah?"

"Great," she tells you. "My ride fell through, I need someone to drive for me."

You pause, not understanding, then ask, "You can't drive?"

"Of course I can drive," she says, as if that's the stupidest question she's ever heard. "I just don't like to."

"So you want me to be like your unpaid Uber or something?"

"Well, no." She huffs out a sigh. "I mean, I have a car. I just need you to drive it."

"Why would I do that?" you ask.

"I'll owe you," she says, with a put-upon roll of her eyes. "The Raw Women's Champion will owe you a favor, how about that?"

"Aren't you the former Raw Women's Champion?"

"Former, current, whatever."

You don't say anything, trying to make sense of what she's asking and why the actual hell she would ask you, of all people, but, you suppose, it's not like you have anything better to do. This whole being-on-Raw thing was sudden enough that you don't have a flight home or any accommodation booked, and even if you're ninety nine percent certain Alexa is lying about owing you, it still might be useful to have even the vaguest 'in' with someone with as much status in the company as her.

So you shrug, and say, "Fine."

"Great," she says, with a smile so transparently insincere that you almost change your mind.

But you don't, and soon enough you're in the car, on the road.

Alexa is engrossed in her phone, and you make a couple of attempts at starting a conversation but receive not even the barest acknowledgement in return, so you settle into a slightly uncomfortable silence. Slightly uncomfortable on your part, anyway, because Alexa doesn't seem bothered at all.

Which is just one of many reasons why you're so taken aback when, maybe half an hour later, she reaches over and puts her hand on your thigh, resting it there, unmoving.

At first you think she must have made a mistake, that she's maybe tired enough to be not completely aware of what she's doing, because she doesn't look at you, doesn't even glance up from her phone for one single second. And you're not sure how to respond, so in the end you do the only thing you can think of, which is to take a breath and lay your hand on top of hers.

And she does look up at that, saying, sharply, "Don't touch me."

You shift your hand away, quickly, placing it back on the steering wheel, staring straight ahead. "Sorry," you tell her, assuming it's all a misunderstanding, that she'll move her own hand away.

But she doesn't. Which is weird. But then the whole situation is weird, and it only seems to be getting weirder, because it's not so long before you stop at a restaurant to get some takeout to eat in the car, and while you're waiting for your food, you use the bathroom. And when you walk out of the stall, Alexa's standing there, leaning back against the wall opposite. She watches you wash your hands, and when you're done, you turn to face her, not saying anything.

And she kisses you. She takes your chin between her thumb and forefinger, tilts your head down enough to reach her mouth, and kisses you.

You pull away in surprise, staring at her. "What?" she says, and there's no answer to that, so you only shake your head and lean back in, this time parting your lips, letting her tongue caress slow against yours, warm and sweet inside your mouth.

"You think I’m hot, don't you?" she says, when you stop, smirkingly, smugly assured. “You really like me, right?”

"I wouldn't say that," you tell her. "But yeah, you're hot."

"I know," she says, like it's such a terrible burden. "I am."

She kisses you again in the elevator on the way up to her hotel room, pushing you back against the mirrored wall, her eyes open, and you're pretty sure she's watching her own reflection as she slides her hand inside your shirt, over one of your breasts, her fingertips scraping at your nipple through your bra. "You know,” you remind her, “there’ll be cameras in here.”

"So?" she says, dismissively. "Then we'll give some sad loser working security the best masturbation material of his tragic life, who cares?" She pinches your nipple hard enough that you hiss in a breath, and then smiles at you as the elevator door opens.

You trail after her down the hall, admiring her ass as she walks, waiting as she unlocks the room and then following her in.

And it's a pretty big room as hotel rooms go, but even so, it's basically impossible to miss the fact that a reasonable amount of the available space currently seems to be taken up by the truly enormous man who is sitting at a table, staring down at his phone.

"Oh, hey, will you look at that," Alexa says, not even bothering to feign surprise. "I guess Braun's here."

"I guess he is," you reply, carefully, because that's not what you were expecting. "Yeah, why is Braun here?"

Braun looks you up and down, gaze scanning over your body, but then he frowns at Alexa, forehead wrinkling as he says in that remarkably deep voice of his, "Didn't you tell her?"

"Tell me what?" you ask, wary.

"Sorry," he says to you. "She should have told you. We sometimes..." He pauses, as if he might possibly offend you by saying the word, but Alexa's not so delicate.

"Threesomes," she supplies. "Sometimes we have threesomes."

"This is a threesome?" you say. "With me?"

"Um, yeah, with you," says Alexa, like it's obvious. Which, you suppose, it is.

"I didn't know you two were even a thing." You turn to look at Alexa. "Are you a thing?"

"God, no," she says, as if the very idea is ludicrous. "We're just friends."

"But friends-with-benefits friends?

"Just friends, no benefits."

"A threesome sounds pretty beneficial to me," you point out.

Alexa shrugs. "Depends how you do it."

"We kind of have the same taste in women," Braun explains. "And we like watching each other."

"So," you say, trying to get things clear, "you'd be fucking me, but not each other?"

"See," says Alexa, "now you're getting it."

And huh, you think, because that seems like maybe a strange arrangement, but also kind of hot. Like, really kind of hot. But the idea of it is one thing, the reality something else completely, and you're a little hesitant.

Which Alexa seems to pick up on, because she gives you an impatient look. "I mean, you like guys too, right?" she says.

"How do you know that?" you ask, because how would she know that?

"Just guessing." She shrugs. "You seem the type."

"I do," you say, uncertain, "but..."

"Great," Alexa says brightly, as if it's all decided. "I thought you'd be cool with it."

"Yeah..." you reply, but before you can finish, she jumps in, as if certain she knows exactly what you’re thinking.

"Don't worry," she assures you. "His dick's not that big."

"Excuse me," Braun says indignantly. "My dick is plenty big."

Alexa rolls her eyes. "Okay, yeah, it's big, but it's not, you know..." She holds up her hands, fingers curled as if into claws, and says, "Not, like, grrrrr, all get these hands, monster-big."

"Not the monster among dicks, then," you say, because this is, frankly, kind of fucking surreal.

"No." Alexa shakes her head. "But he likes it when you call it that."

Braun scowls at her, and says, "No I don't."

"You should," she tells him. "It's funny." But she doesn't seem amused. “Anyway," she says to you. "Why don't you take off your clothes?"

She sits down on the end of the bed, crossing her legs, hands clasped over her knee, an expectant look on her face and well, you think, why the fuck not?

So you start to undress, and they both watch you, Alexa with a coolly assessing gaze, Braun with a concentrated expression that soon changes to an appreciation so visibly heated that it sends a sharp thrill through you, the feeling of it gathering between your legs, arousal beginning to build inside you.

You pause for a second when you're down to your bra and panties, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically insecure, swallowing nervously. But you take a deep breath and reach behind yourself, unhooking your bra and letting it slip off your arms, bending slightly to push your panties down enough that they fall to the floor, stepping out of them.

You stand up straight, naked, and they're both staring at you, eyes raking over your body with unashamed want. "Nice," Braun murmurs, and Alexa looks over at him.

"I know, right?" she says, then turns her attention immediately back to you. "Kiss him," she tells you.

And so you walk towards Braun, anticipation fluttering in your chest as you approach him. He's still seated, but he's so tall you barely have to lean in to be face to face with him, standing between his legs. One huge hand comes to rest in the small of your back and he doesn't ease into it as his lips meet yours, the kiss deep from the first instant, his tongue demanding, almost aggressive. You whimper into his mouth, keeping up as best you can, and his hand slides lower, grabbing a good handful of your ass, his grip firm.

"Okay," you hear Alexa say, her voice as if from far away, "that's enough." But neither of you stop, your hands on Braun's shoulders as he pulls you in closer.

"Excuse me?" Alexa says, louder. "Hello, other person in the room, remember?"

You move back, breathless, and for a second you think Braun's not going to let you go, but then he releases you.

"Sorry," you tell Alexa, but Braun doesn't seem even remotely contrite, licking his lips and looking at you like he wants to eat you alive. And honestly, after that kiss, you might let him.

"Threesome," Alexa snipes, gesturing between you all. "Three being the operative word."

You nod, and she stands there, glaring at you, her hands on her hips.

"If you can't do what you're told," she explains, voice dripping condescension, "then you'll have to leave. Is that what you want?"

"No," you reply, too quickly, you know, but you're already far enough gone not to give a shit about how desperate you seem.

Alexa smiles, as if that pleases her. "Get on the bed," she tells you. "On your back."

You obey, lying down, feet planted wide, your knees bent, exposing yourself fully to their gazes, hoping that doing so without being asked will score you some points with Alexa, because you really, really want this to happen.

Brauns shifts in his chair, turning it enough that he can look at you. "Damn, she's wet," he says.

"She is," Alexa agrees, and you think that maybe there's the tiniest hint of approval, perhaps even admiration in the word.

She climbs onto the bed, still fully dressed as she settles herself down between your legs. You're almost trembling with anticipation as you wait, feeling her breath warm on your skin as she leans in, closer and closer, gasping when her mouth at last touches you.

You'd expect someone with an ego the size of Alexa's to be kind of lazy in bed or, at least, not as skilled as they think they are, but she's good at this. Like startlingly good, and you're soon moaning, writhing on the bed, arching your hips up against her face, your hands fisting in the sheets, holding on as you close your eyes.

You're getting close when she suddenly pauses, and you whine, needy, but then you hear her say, "Get over here, get her to suck you."

There's the sound of Braun unbuckling his belt, unzipping his jeans, and you have to open your eyes, watch as he takes out his cock, hand pumping slowly up and down over it. It is big, though, like Alexa said, not freakishly big, and your mouth is already watering, needing to taste it.

You shift enough that you're closer to the edge of the bed and he positions himself near you. He has to crouch a little, bracing his knees against the side of the mattress and even with that you need to raise your head slightly to be in reach of him. He's still stroking himself, and you join in, your hand over his, fingers threaded so you're touching him, allowing him to guide the motion.

"God," Alexa says, exasperated-sounding,  "Do I have to use smaller words? Just put it in her mouth. It's a blowjob, it's not that complicated."

You look up at Braun, who's smirking down at you. "She really likes telling people what to do, doesn't she?" you say.

"It's kind of her thing," he replies.

"You like her telling you what to do?"

He laughs, a breathless rumble that seems to come from deep in his chest. "Not really," he says. "I just like watching her tell other people what to do."

"Telling other women what to do?" you guess, and he grins at you.

"Pretty much."

Alexa sighs theatrically and then snaps her fingers at you. "Less talking," she orders. "More sucking."

It's an order you're more than happy to obey, opening your mouth, lips sliding over the head of Braun's cock as Alexa once again starts to lick you.

He seems content to let you set the pace, taking in as much of him as you can, because the angle's kind of awkward, and it's not so easy to focus when Alexa's talented tongue is circling your clit. And this time she doesn't stop, bringing you right to the brink and then way, way beyond. You suck on Braun's cock, the thick weight of it in your mouth like something grounding you as you come, your body shuddering with pleasure.

They both move away, and you lie there, trying to catch your breath, suddenly feeling helplessly exposed and alone, but then Alexa's crawling up beside you. She's taken off her jeans and panties, and you can smell her as she arranges herself over you, knees either side of your head, facing towards the end of the bed.

Her pussy is wet and tempting above you, just out of reach, and you caress her thighs, shifting so that you're nearer, raising your mouth to get a taste, but she pushes you back down, shooing you off with a light slap.

"No," she snaps. "That's not for you, you only get to watch."

"Please," you say, "I want to, I..."

"No," she repeats, in a tone that you don't dare argue with, and you moan in frustrated want.

"You're always such a tease," Braun says with a chuckle, as if this is her regular thing, and you feel the mattress dip as he climbs onto the bed.

"You need a condom?" Alexa asks him. "There's some in my bag."

"It's fine," he tells her. "I got my own."

He's kneeling, almost sitting back on his heels, and he pulls you in between his legs, positioning you with your knees bent out sideways, your ankles resting over his thighs. And it's so Alexa can see, you realize, so she gets the best possible view of you being fucked. They genuinely don't seem even the slightest bit interested in actually being with each other, but there's an ease to way they do this, an obvious yet unspoken consideration and knowledge of what the other wants that's somehow intensely arousing to be a part of. You wonder how many times they've done this before, how many other girls there's been, and maybe you should feel insulted that you're probably just one more in a long line, but you kind of like it, the idea that you're nothing but another body to be used by them.

But there's no time to think about that right now, not when Braun's pushing his cock slowly inside you, and Alexa's pussy is over you, filling your field of vision, her fingers stroking herself, sliding through her own slick wetness.

And maybe she won't let you lick her, but at least she doesn't seem to mind your hands on her thighs, holding on as Braun starts to fuck you, hard enough that the bed's moving. He's grunting softly on each thrust, and oh god, you think, because it's almost too much as you make a noise that's somewhere between a moan and a wail, maybe too loud for a hotel room, but you don't care.

"Oh yeah," you hear Alexa say. "She likes that." You can see her push two fingers inside herself, fucking them in and out in time with Braun's movements. "Harder," she tells him, and there's the sound of a low, breathless laugh as Braun pushes down on your knees, opening you even wider, slamming into you with a strength that's like nothing you've ever felt.

You can't often come twice in one night, let alone come from just being fucked, yet you can feel it beginning to peak inside you, because while Braun's dick might not quite qualify as monstrous, he's certainly monstrously talented in what he can do with it.

You watch as Alexa's finger flicks over her clit, faster and faster, and you can see her coming just as your own orgasm sends you over the edge, maybe even better and more intense than the first, and there's no time to come down because Braun, it seems, is not yet finished with you.

You whimper lightly, and he doesn't let up, hands gripping you with force enough to bruise, his cock relentless, until finally he lets out a moan so deep you swear you can feel it, as if it vibrates through your body, thrusting into you as he comes.

He's still for a second, but then he pulls out, and you stretch your legs, sighing in relief. Alexa's backing off too, but before she can move away, you grab her wrist, feeling daring. And though she gives you what can only be described as a look, she doesn't protest, letting you suck the taste of her off her fingers, so sweet that you don't ever want to stop, but finally she snatches her hand away, climbing off the bed.

Braun's leaning over you, his arm around your shoulders, helping you sit up. "You good?" he asks with a look of seemingly genuine concern and you nod.

"All good," you say, and Alex glances over at you, disdain once again drawn like a mask over her features.

"Okay," she says. "You can go now." You stand up, still dizzy, but start picking up your clothes off the floor, and she adds, pointedly, "Both of you."

Braun gives you an exaggeratedly comical look, raising his eyebrows, and you have to bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. It's strange, you think, because while you would have never expected him to be anything like his kayfabe character, it's still kind of a nice-yet-unexpected surprise how funny and charming he actually is.

"Thanks," you say to Alexa when you're dressed. "This has been..."

"Yeah, whatever," she interrupts, disappearing into the bathroom with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Braun shakes his head, opening the door of the room, standing back to let you make your way out, and when you're outside in the hall, you both stop, looking at each other, the awkwardness of the moment dissipating without trace.

"Is she always like that?" you ask, curious.

"Yeah," he says, "Yeah, she is."

You nod, thoughtful, then say, "You want me to drive you anywhere?"

"Nah, I’m good, I've got a room just down the hall there." He points past the elevators. "You got somewhere to stay?"

"Actually, I don't," you reply with a frown. “I'll go downstairs, see if there’s a room here."

"Well..." he says. "If you want to stay with me, you can?"

You don't answer, because you don’t know him well enough to be sure what he means by that, what he might want or not want.

And he seems to understand, holding up one hand and saying, "No expectations. If you just need somewhere to sleep, that's fine. And," he adds with a chuckle that seems to resonate through that cavernous chest, "to be honest I'm kind of done for the night."

"Yeah," you admit with a slightly rueful smile, feeling the pleasantly throbbing ache between your legs. "Me too."

Braun smiles back, and says, "But hey, if you wanted to go again in the morning..." He doesn't finish, letting the words hang in the air.

"With both of you?" you ask. "You and Alexa?"

"Just with me," he replies. "Alexa doesn't like to be with the same girl more than once."

"Why?"

"I don't know." He shrugs. "I don't ask."

"But you don't mind being with someone again?"

"When it's good, sure."

You smirk at him, more certain now. "That was pretty good, wasn't it?"

"It really was.”

“Yeah,” you agree happily.

 "And just so you know,” he says, “if you like being bossed around by guys too, I can take real good care of that for you."

"Can you now?" you say, playful, and you have to admit, the thought of being told what to do in that low, deep growl of of a voice kind of does things to you. Good things.

He grins. "I sure can."

"Well," you say, "maybe we should get some sleep then, because I think we might need our energy for tomorrow morning."

"Sounds like a plan, baby," he replies, and you laugh.

"Lead the way," you tell him.

[moondustimagines]

Braun Strowman/Reader - Baby Talk

Fluff

WC: 352

You woke up to the sound of your baby laughing from the nursery. It was a nice change from waking up to their crying. Your bed was empty but that wasn’t unusual, your husband was on the road a lot nowadays. You knew he was going to cherish every minute at home with his little one.

You eventually pulled yourself from the comfort of your bed to join the two in the nursery. You walked in to find Braun on the floor next to the playmat, the baby was on their back staring up at him while trying to put their toes in their mouth. Braun was pulling faces at them to make them giggle.

“Having fun you two?” You smiled as you leaned against the doorframe. Braun glanced up at you before picking up the baby and holding them to his chest.

“Good morning beautiful” He grinned as the baby drooled slightly on his shoulder.

You sat down next to them and let the baby grab at your finger. Braun smiled as the baby started babbling at him. He kissed their head gently and started cooing back at them. You laughed quietly and kissed the side of his head.

You knew Braun felt bad about how little he was home. You tried to record the important moments but it just wasn’t the same. He missed so much. You had gone to the kitchen to heat up the bottle but when you came back you stopped just outside the door, to listen to what Braun was saying.

“I’m sorry I’m not here much little one. I know you’re too little to understand but everything I do out there is for you. You're my everything baby.” He said to the little bundle in his arms. They looked tiny compared to him. The tears had started falling down your cheeks while he was talking.

“We appreciate everything you do for us Braun, I promise,” You said before sitting down with him. He took the bottle from you and you cuddled into his side.

“I love you” You whispered

“Love you too Darlin’” He replied

[adamcoled]

running late | braun strowman

braun strowman x reader

day 6/25:

“you can’t run so it’ll be faster if i just carry you”

Being in WWE meant exhausting schedules and a profound love for any bit of sleep you can get. That being said, it made complete sense that when you heard your alarm go off at 8 o’clock in the morning, you pressed snooze to prolong your rest for a little longer. When you looked over and saw Braun was still fast asleep, it was far too compelling to stay in the comfortable bed with him rather than begin the hectic day.

You and Braun had a 10 A.M. flight to catch, but you figured you’d only sleep for thirty more minutes or so, and everything would work out fine. You trusted both your own body and Braun’s alarm to wake you up; however, you should have known he’s terrible at setting alarms, usually relying on you to make sure he’s up in time. He would certainly crumble without you.

Unfortunately, neither of those things happened, and when you did wake up, you glanced at the clock and saw the time in bright red. 9:25. The airport wasn’t too far away, however neither of you had even gotten dressed and you had no way of knowing what traffic would be like.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you mumbled, tossing the blanket off and springing to your feet, “Braun, wake up.”

“Tired,” he replied, groggy and half-asleep. You walked over to his side of the bed and placed your hands in his, attempting to pull him up despite how useless you knew the tactic would be.

“Come on, babe,” you groaned, still pulling. “We overslept and we’ve got 30 minutes to catch our flight.”

His eyes finally shot open to meet yours and he had to resist the urge to pull you down to the bed and close his eyes once more. If it was up to him, he would have disregarded the flight entirely and persuaded you to stay in the warm hotel bed with him. However, you were excited to return to your home and lay in your own bed, but that would be delayed if you missed this flight.

“We don’t even have enough time to get food,” Braun realized, his only concern with the situation. You weren’t interested in dealing with hangry Braun during the flight, though you knew it was much too risky to try squeezing in time for breakfast.

“Well maybe we would have time if you set alarms,” you pointed, throwing on the first outfit you could find in your messy suitcase. You stepped into the bathroom to brush your teeth and hair, and a few seconds later he joined you as well, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you off the ground.

“I guess I should stop relying on your alarms,” he grinned, earning a look of agreement from you before he set you back down.

From there, it was a race to get ready, clothing being shoved into bags and eyes constantly meeting the clock. Finally, you were all packed up and you and Braun quickly made for the car, the time now 9:34. The airport was only 15 minutes away, luckily, but you were still fearful you wouldn’t make it in time. The only positive thing you could gain from missing your flight was being able to grab some food to satisfy Braun’s monster hunger, but even that wasn’t enough to entice you.

When you reached the airport at 9:48, you were confident you would make your flight – even if you were cutting it extremely close – and your heartrate had calmed down significantly. Once you had gone through the regular airport routine, the two of you were making a mad dash, weaving through people.

“Stop,” Braun randomly said, coming to a stand-still. “You can’t run so it’ll be faster if I just carry you.”

You gave him a perplexed look, utterly confused by his words. “What are you talking about? I can run just fine,” you responded, prepared to resume your trek. You never got the chance to do so because Braun scooped you up into his arms, people staring as he carried you throughout the airport.

“Just let me carry you, ‘lright?”

There weren’t any objections after that; if Braun wanted to carry you, then you would let him. You were, admittedly, a little embarrassed by the amount of looks you were definitely getting, but he seemed to be basking in it. The smile he proudly wore told it all; he was having the time of his life carrying you with so many people watching.

“You’re loving this,” you commented, laughing as he nodded immediately. He put you down as you were boarding, albeit very reluctantly, and once you were seated he pulled the top of your head to his lips.

“You should let me carry you more often,” he suggested, only partly as a joke.

“I have perfectly functional legs,” you giggled, watching him pout like a child who’d just been denied candy, “but I might just have to take you up on that offer anyway.”

And after that, you watched his face light right back up, You weren’t sure how anyone could actually find him intimidating, because to you, he was just a big teddy bear who wanted to carry you – and who were you to turn that down?

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Oh, my God, I thought you were going to die. Please don’t ever scare me like that again.

Anonymous asked: "#8 with Braun set after Great Balls of Fire please!!!!"

This is set right after Great Balls of Fire, as per the anon's request, and if you can't quite remember what happened there, let me catch you up. Roman + ambulance = squished Braun . Caught up? Okay, let's get started then, shall we?

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Panic and fear twisted in a nauseating bubble in your gut as you run through the maze of hallways, trying to make it to the garage. Had Roman lost his mind? How could he do something so... horrible to Braun? Your heart lurched in you chest at the thought.

You round the corner just in time to see Braun emerging from the destroyed ambulance. Your yelling mixes in with all the other commotion as the large man pushes away from the crowd. Some trainers and medical personnel try to follow him, but he makes it abundantly clear that he doesn't want any help.

"Braun!" You call after him, rush past everyone to follow the stumbling man into the hallway. "Braun please!"

Braun eventually stops and slumps against one of the many backstage crates. One of his hands moves to cradle his throbbing head and you let out a broken sob. The sound finally registers to Braun as something other than "noise" or "people" that he was trying to get away from. His anger dissipates when he recognizes your voice and his head snaps up, eyes full of concern, not for himself, but for you. The man is battered, bruised, and bloody, and he's worried about you. It makes your heart swell and sink all at the same time as you get a closer look and some of his wounds.

"Oh, my God, I thought you were going to die! Please don’t ever scare me like that again!" You realise that you're crying when Braun reaches out to brush the tears from your face.

He winces when he just manages to smear blood and who knows what across your cheeks. He moves to pull his hand away but you catch it before he can. You don't care about the mess because Braun's here and he's going to be alright.

You surge forward and seal your lips with his, your hands carefully moving to cup his face as his free hand tangles in your hair.

"I'm sorry..." Braun rasps out. "I didn't mean to upset you. You shouldn't worry about me."

"Braun..." You run fingers delicately across his cheeks. "I love you. I will always worry about you." You lock eyes with him and you know he feels the exact same way about you. "Now let's get you cleaned up and checked out."

Braun opens his mouth to argue but the look on your face stops him and he resigns to doing as you ask, knowing it is for the best. You grin and press a chaste kiss to his lips before helping him navigate through the halls.

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Day 3, Monster Among the Tree with Braun

SUMMARY; Decorating the tree with Braun

WARNINGS; fluff

REQUESTED BY; @shieldgirl18

BETA’D BY; @xladyxfatex @xxghostnappaxx

WORD COUNT; 1,415

The smell of cedar permeated the air as Y/N stopped to admire each tree she passed. Behind her Braun rolled his eyes, a soft amused smile on his face. What he had thought would be a quick trip to pick up a tree had turned into two hours and counting. Y/N insisted on finding one that ‘spoke to her’ and he didn’t really mind. In fact, he enjoyed watching her light up.

Just when he thought it would never stop, she gasped and her eyes went wide. The tree in front of her had to be over six feet tall and more than four feet wide. It was massive even by his standards. Yet, that was the one she seemed set on.

“Babe,” She turns to look at him, the brightest smile he’d ever seen on her face. “This. This is it!”

He chuckles but nods. “If that’s the one you want babe, that’s the one we’ll get.”

He kisses her head before stepping towards the tree, saw in hand. Braun stared the tree down much like he would an opponent in the ring, only the tree couldn’t hit back. At least he hoped.

Y/N stood back and watched as Braun laid on the snow-covered ground, sawing away at the base of the tree. She admired Braun as he bit his lip, muscles flexing with every motion of the saw. He had just gotten home from three weeks on the road the night before. Yet here he was, chopping down a tree so they could decorate it.

Her heart swelled with love just as the tree before her crashed to the ground. Standing up, Braun smiles at her and dusted the snow off his clothes.

“Why don’t you go pay for it?” He dug his wallet out of his pocket and handed it to her. “I’ll get it loaded. Just let them know we got it from lot eight so we pay the right price.”

Y/N raises an eyebrow as she took the wallet. “You...you don’t need help? Babe that tree is huge!”

Braun snorts and laughs, body shaking as he smiles. “Oh babe… that’s rich.” He smiles down at her. “If I can throw grown ass men around a ring, I can handle this tree. I’ll meet you at the car.”

“Mm, okay.” Y/N smiles and shrugs as she heads back towards the front of the lot. Once there she pays then gentleman and makes her way back to the car where, true to his word, Braun was waiting for her.

An hour and a half later they stood in their living room smiling up at the tree. Y/N pulled an ornament from the box beside her and smiled as she looked over at Braun.

“Ready?”

Braun nodded and smiled, reaching over to pull an ornament from the box, as well. Each of them moved around each other, humming to the music playing as Braun covered the top of the tree and Y/N covered the bottom. Neither could stop the grins that spread across their faces as they stepped back to admire their work once done.

“Why don’t you start on the lights, sweetheart?” He smiles and kisses her forehead. “I’ll get a fire going so we don’t get too cold.”

Y/N smiles and nods as she sits down on the couch and pulls a box in front of her. “I’ll probably have to untangle all of them.” She pulls a strand out and rolls her eyes at the jumbled mess. “How the hell do they get so tangled if they sit in a box all year? It makes no sense to me.”

Braun chuckles as he pulls his coat on, getting ready to step onto the porch for the firewood. “I don’t know baby, it’s a mystery.”

He steps outside as Y/N mutters to herself, tongue poking out as she focused on the strand of lights before her. It truly made no sense how they became so tangled. They had been so careful putting them away the year before and now, it was like they had done all that hard work for no reason. It bugged her.

Stepping back inside with his arms full of wood, he couldn’t help but smile as he admired Y/N twisting the lights around the tree. Walking over to the fireplace, he carefully sat the wood down and kneeled. After checking he had enough coals from the night before he grabbed kindling, such as smaller pieces of wood and shredded paper, adding it to the fireplace. Once that was done he lit it using matches they kept on the mantle and added a few pieces of firewood. He stayed where he was for a few moments, making sure the longs caught before he stood and turned to face Y/N.

He couldn’t help but chuckle. Y/N stood on her tiptoes, obviously struggling to wrap the lights around the top half of the tree. He knew he should help her, yet he couldn’t help but watch; his chuckle growing in volume until she could no longer ignore it.

“Damnit Strowman, help me please!” Y/N huffed as she turned to face him, her hands moving to her hips as the lights dangled from the tree. “We can’t all be freakishly fucking tall.”

Braun continued to chuckle as he stepped towards her, instead of the tree, and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

“Nah, you’ve got this sweet heart. Try again.”

It took everything Y/N had in her not to growl at him as she turned back around. She stared the strand of lights down, much like he had the tree earlier that day as she reached for them and tried again. She was starting to grow annoyed as the branches sat just out of her reach and she could feel the frustrated tears building. Why wasn’t he helping? Did he enjoy watching her… oh.

She didn’t get to finish her inner question as her feet left the ground, Braun lifting her to sit on his shoulder.

“You do all the hand work and I’ll do the footwork babe.”

Y/N couldn’t help it, a small smile crossing her face as she hooked lights around the branch that had been too high, then the next and so forth as Braun walked around the tree. He made sure to give her enough time to settle them exactly where she’d like before he moved, hands firmly holding her hips and thighs so she didn’t fall. Once done he sat her back down and moved to grab the star from the couch.

“You do the honors baby.” Y/N shook her head. “I think it’s your turn this year. I’ll go grab the cocoa.”

Braun smiled and nodded as she walked out of the room, into the kitchen. Y/N smiled as she grabbed the kettle off the stove and filled it with water before setting it back. She turned the stove on before turning to pull the homemade cocoa mix from the cabinet along with their favorite mugs and the marshmallows. A small smile crossed her face as she added two scoops of mix to each mug, waiting on the water to warm up. She moved to lean against the counter, watching Braun as he placed the star atop the tree and took a step back. He admired the tree for a second, smiling as he watches the lights twinkle and the way the ornaments sparkled in return. It was a truly beautiful tree and he was proud of it.

Just as he snapped out of his thoughts the smell of cocoa, mixed with cedar and fire, hit his nostrils and he groaned. He spun around just as Y/N appeared behind him, holding two mugs topped with marshmallows.

“I come bearing warm goodness.” She smiles as she holds his out to him.

“Thank you.” He pressed a quick peck to her lips as he takes the cup.

“You’re welcome.”

Y/N moves to get settled on the couch, Braun waiting until she’s comfortable before he sits down. Y/N cuddles into his side and smiles as she sips at her cocoa, Braun’s arm wrapping around her. He pulls the blanket from the back of the couch over their laps and takes a sip of his mug. Both find themselves almost entranced by the fire burning, the whole room illuminated by a warm, calming light. They settled into a comfortable silence, except for the soft music playing in the background. Both feeling content just to sit in each others presence.

Happy Day 3, my loves! I truly had a fantastic time writing this one and almost with it never would have ended. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Much love, Rose xx

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If Anything He’s More Like A Big Teddy Bear (BRAUN STROWMAN)

This request came in from @deanswife010114 for some Braun

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Reader’s new boyfriend Braun meets her parents for the first time and the parents have some concerns: FLUFF

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Warnings: NONE

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Y/N inhaled deeply after hearing the doorbell ring.

“Okay.” She said letting the deep breath she’d just taken, out. “Here we go.”

She slowly unlocked the door, opening it soon after. “Braun?” She said when she was standing face to face with her boyfriend. She pulled him in. “I thought you were my parents.”

“I could tell by the look on your face, babe.”

Braun leaned down for a kiss which Y/N graciously accepted.

Y/N slowly pulled her lips away from Braun’s. “What are you even doing here, though? I didn’t even know you were gonna be in town.”

The last time she’d talked to her boyfriend he was still in whatever city he and the other WWE superstars had to be at for the show.

“I got a little free time and I wanted to fly out to spend it with you.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile at what he’s just said. “Aww. That’s so sweet Braun but…” She sighed. “I wish you would’ve told me, because my parents are coming over for dinner and–”

“Y/N!” she heard her mom’s voice, and looked over to see them in the doorway.

How did they even get in?

Y/N mentally shook her head.

Must have left the door open she thought.

“Mom! Dad!” Y/N called out to them greeting them with open arms.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Her dad said, giving her a hug followed by a kiss on her head.

She then went to do the same with her mom, but her mom’s focus was elsewhere.

On Braun to be exact.

Y/N bit her lip as she watched her mom go over to Braun.

“Oh, and whose this?” She heard her mom ask, as she looked back at her, then back to Braun.

Y/N bit down harder on her lip. “My um.. he’s my…” Y/N stuttered.

“I’m her boyfriend.” Braun spoke, saving his girlfriend. “It’s nice to finally meet you. I can’t tell you how long I’ve been wanting to do this, but it’s so hard to get back home with my schedule.” He explained with a smile.

Y/N sighed relieved Braun was so quick with his words.

“Thank you.” She mouthed to Braun, receiving a nod in response.

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“So, you’re that wrestler from tv, right?” Her dad asked questioning Braun. “That Man of Monsters?”

Y/N frowned looking down at her plate.

Is her dad serious?

Man of Monsters?

That doesn’t even make sense, she wanted to scream out.

Braun chuckled lightheartedly. “Actually it’s Monster Among Men.”

Her dad nodded, responding with a chuckle of his own. “My mistake.”

It was now her mother’s voice that was heard. “So you’re into wrestlers now, Y/N…” She said staring her daughter down. “Isn’t that a bit scary? Especially their size?”

Y/N almost spit out the sip she’d just taken from her drink, while her dad looked at his with with a hint of shame in his eyes.

“His size?”

Y/N’s mom nodded. “Yes honey, he’s not a normal size man.” She said sounding proud of what she was saying. “What if he hurts you?”

That’s it, Y/N thought.

She was ready to explode.

She put her glass down, and began to make her way up from her seat, but before she was full up, she felt Braun’s hand on her thigh.

She looked over at him as he motioned with his head for her to sit back down.

“Mrs. Y/L/N…” Braun started. “You have nothing to worry about. I’m not gonna do anything to hurt your daughter. In any way. I love her too much to do that.” He assured her politely.

Y/N smiled leaning over placing a kiss in Braun’s cheek.

“He’s right mom. You don’t have to worry.” Y/N giggled calming down. “If anything, he’s like a big teddy bear. That whole monster thing is just a facade.” She told her finally getting her confidence back.

Her mom smiled taking in what her daughter and Braun had just told her. “And for my previous comment, I am sorry.” She raised her glass. “Welcome to the family.”