I’m Not Gonna Say It

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The Reader has a cold, so Dean takes care of her. Once she’s better, he gives her one last check-up.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: being sick, FLUFF, SMUT, role play, bad doctor puns, oral (female receiving)

Word Count: 1145

Note: I have a bit of a cold this week, and I wanted some fictional care from Dean. I hope you all enjoy this and can take comfort in it if you get sick this winter too. (Cold and fever not required to read this fic, lol.) Tag lists and requests open. Happy reading!

The moment you slipped out of sleep, you knew it was going to be a rough several days. Your jaw hurt where it had fallen open in your sleep, and your mouth was dry. But it was the only way to breath. Because your nose was stuffed solid with gunk. You were not looking forward to Dean’s ‘I told you so’ having not worn a coat on that last hunt. Now you were paying for it.

There was a knock at the door. You moved like a sloth to sit up as Dean eased the door open, looking down at his tablet. “So there’s a possible… what’s wrong with you?” He leaned against the door frame as you avoided his gaze.

You huffed. “Say it. Get it over with.” You let your head thunk against the back wall, bracing yourself. But Dean’s sass never came. Instead, he sat beside you and placed his hand on your forehead. To you, it felt ice cold, but to him, your forehead was overly hot.

“I’m not gonna say it. What I am going to do, is make you a hot bath.”

He ignored your whining and pulled your covers off so he could pick you up. You rested your head on his shoulder as he carried you down the hall. While you stripped, he filled up the tub with hot water and then helped you sit down. He helped you wash, careful around the sore ache in your muscles. Then he dried you off once the bath was done.

Over the next several days, no matter how many times you tried to keep him away from your germs, he waited on you hand and foot.

“I don’t want you getting sick too.”

Dean chuckled, snuggling in close to you. “Doctors don’t get sick.”

You had to admit his body heat felt nice. “Is that what you are? My doctor?” You giggled. “My Doctor Sexy?”

“Hell yeah, I am.”

Each batch of chicken noddle soup was different, so you wouldn’t grow tired of it. Then there were the holiday-themed cookies to spoil you too. He turned your room into a sort of nest where you could nap and watch Netflix. Sam, Cas, Jack, and the other hunters stayed far away from you and gave Dean a wide berth. Just in case. When you shivered with the effects of the fever, Dean brought you mountains of blankets. And he kept you hydrated, routinely reminding you to drink ever drop of whatever he brought you.

You finally woke up from the thousandth doze being able to breathe from both nostrils and feeling better than you had in months. Dean still wouldn’t let you out from under the covers until the thermometer told him your body temperature was back to normal. He sent you off for one more hot shower so he could change your sheets and clean your room. He sucked on his teeth when you came back in only a towel.

“All that work and you walk around this drafty place in that tiny thing. If you get sick again, it’s going to be Sam’s turn,” he threatened. Not that you believed him for a second.

“I dunno. I kind of liked the attention. But there’s just one thing missing.” You stepped closer, bumping your chest with his.

Dean’s breath caught in his throat. “And what was that?” The soft whisper of the towel falling to your feet made him groan.

“I think I need one last check-up with my Doctor Sexy.”

The timber in his voice and the swell of his pupils made you whimper. “I would have to agree. Would you lay down, miss Y/N?” You did as he asked, flushing with excitement. As Dean stripped out of his shirts, you bit your lip. He tapped at your lips with his fingers. “Open up and say ahhh.”

“Ahhh-“

He leaned down, capturing you in a kiss. His hands roamed your body, kneading at your breasts and pinching your nipples. You gasped into his mouth, making him smirk.

“Everything seems to be alright there. Now I you could tilt your head, I need to check your pulse.” He barely waited for you to comply, tilting your jaw with his nose so he could have access to your throat. His hands drifted further down your body, feathering across your stomach. You bucked and whimpered for him to continue, but his touch stayed where it was. “All in good time,” he murmured against your skin. Suddenly he sucked hard on your pulse point, making you cry out. Thus distracted, he plunged one finger into your heat, humming to find your slick.

“Dean-“

“So wet and ready for me, Y/N? Already? But this examination has barely begun.” He moved to lay between your legs, nosing across your abdomen. His arm flashed out to pin your jolting hips after the first kiss to your clit. You keened as he lazily lapped and sucked, making you feel feverish all over again. But in the best way. One, then two fingers later, you trembled with a soft release. Dean kissed his way back up your body, having shed the rest of his clothes.

You giggled. “You’ll catch cold running around in this drafty place with nothin’ on.”

“Good thing I’ve got you to warm me up,” he chuckled against your lips.

You both hissed as he began to sink into you. Dean stilled to let you adjust. When you were ready, you tightened your walls around his length. He understood and began a slow pace that had you puddling into the sheets. In more ways than one. If you thought you were feverish before…. Dean knew every angle and rhythm to take you higher and higher. Your cries and whimpers grew louder, spurring him on. Soon Dean was flushed and shining with sweat too.

“Cum for me, Y/N. Please, sweetheart.”

He added a thumb at your clit to the waves of pleasure, taking you right up to the edge. To send you over, he snapped his hips to yours harder and twisted a bit more until he found your silent-cry spot. Your body went rigid, your toes curled, and Dean hissed as your nails dug into his skin. He followed you down, shouting hoarsely before falling on top of you.

When he tried to move away, you whined and grabbed at his arm.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said. He pulled you into his chest and tugged up the blanket. Then you were both out like a light.

***

When you woke up, Dean was groaning with a scowl. On a hunch, you placed your hand on his forehead.

“Go ahead. Say it,” he mumbled.

You chuckled. “I’m not gonna say it. But I am going to take care of you like you took care of me. Do you want soup or a bath first?”

Family Found Part 32: Holiday Havoc

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It’s the time of year for Clash of Champions. Stephanie and Hunter come on Monday to talk to the reader about the show, and it inspires her to make even bigger and better matches. But Dean is wary of how that power might go to her head and cloud her vision.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 4170

Note: And it’s time for CoC because TLC already happening in this series. There is one tiny, crucial detail that will become super important down the road. And I am really excited about it. Tag lists and requests open. Enjoy!

Clash of Champions – December 17, 2018 – San Jose, CA

The honor of the first match belonged to the debut of the Raw Women’s Tag Championships. Each team in the triple threat match eyed the other, keeping on their toes and ready to spring as soon as the bell rang. Though it took some cajoling, the ref was able to unclutter the ring presence to just one member from each. Bayley tapped hands with Sasha Banks, leaving her in the ring. Tamina did the same with Nia Jax. And Ruby Riott directed Liv Morgan to start, motioning for Sarah Logan to step out before hopping to the floor herself. Round one was set. The bell rang.

An unspoken alliance formed between Sasha and Liv to send Tamina out of the ropes. While she was gone, then and only then did they set to showing off their skills. Tamina rolled in and tagged Nia. Together they sent both women through the ropes, staking their claim on the center of the ring. Sasha tagged in Bayley, and Liv tagged in Sarah. There was a stare-down, almost completely uninterrupted by the nervous ref caught in the middle. The tagged women took their turn, throwing punches and each other as hard as they could.

Brawls broke out at ringside. Sasha and Bayley each had a hold of Tamina and Nia, though on opposite sides of the floor. And of course, each started by a member of the Riott Squad, now missing. None of them could see that they didn’t have a woman in the game. In the ring, Liv and Sarah stayed low and quiet, their smiles getting bigger with each count. At ten they jumped in unison, falling together to the canvas. Ruby tackled them further as the new belts were brought and placed in their hands. They made a quick exit before the other four women fully realized they had been duped.

***

Scott Dawson and Dash Wilder stood back to back in the ring as Dr. M and Braun Strowman began to enter the arena. Even when it was obvious they were coming down the ramp, the Revival kept up their guard. It was a wise decision, considering their opponents disappeared once they reached ringside. When the lights came back on, the champions were standing toe-to-toe with the Revival, and quickly threw them to opposite sides of the ring.

Braun grabbed hold of Dawson and began breaking him down. Wilder retreated to their corner, glaring at Dr. M. But they had a plan. Braun may be big, and Dr. M controlling, but they couldn’t hold onto the title forever. Or so the Revival thought. They started by getting each man alone. Wilder distracted Dr. M on the floor, and Wilder kept Braun spinning in circles. Then they targeted their weaknesses, cutting them down to size, targeting joints and previous injuries. Dawson was able to get Braun down to one knee, and he rushed to his corner to tag in Wilder while Dr. M was nowhere to be seen.

With the switch came the realization that all their work had played right into the champions’ hands. Still, they tried. Wilder bounced off the ropes, but his attack was caught and countered by Br. M. With a kiss and a flip, he was pinned.

Braun joined Dr. M in the ring, posing over the fallen with their retained titles.

***

“The following contest is a title match for the Raw Women’s Championship.” Jojo introduced Natalya and Ember Moon, then stepped out between the ropes. The referee motioned for the bell to ring, and the women started by meeting up in a lock. Ember was the first to lose ground, but she dug deep and managed to shove Natalya away onto the canvas. She retaliated with a leg sweeping attack and moved into the first sharpshooter of the match. Ember was able to crawl to a bottom rope, breaking the hold.

It was legacy holds versus first generation acrobatics. Both were hard to recover from, and both were driven by the absolute need to be the only woman standing on top of the mountain. Most of the match took place inside the ring, occasionally Natalya rolled out to catch her breath. Ember scaled the turnbuckles and waited patiently for her to turn around. She leapt. Natalya crashed and didn’t move for a while, even after Ember got back into the ring. She waited for the count, catching her own breath and holding herself up in the corner ropes.

But championships can’t be won by count-out.

The referee was up to the count of five by the time she realized this. Natalya, on the other hand, had been more than willing to stay outside. She fought Ember for as long as she could but ended up retreating into the ring. They met again in a lock of punches and kicks to each other’s torsos, both gaining their second wind. It wasn’t long before that ran out too.

Natalya wobbled to her feet. She sighed. If she couldn’t see Ember in the ring, then the only place she could be was… she turned and confirmed her suspicion. Ember jumped down from the turnbuckle with a Total Eclipse. She pushed with all her might to keep Natalya down for the count, then froze in shock as the ref counted to three. The bell rang, and he handed her the title belt. While she celebrated, Natalya made it to her feet, though still wobbly.

They faced each other, and the ref backed off. Natalya offered her hand for a handshake, which Ember received. Then Natalya lifted Ember’s arm in the air. Ember continued to cheer along with the crowd, but the defeated woman kept her eye on the title.

***

The main event was the ‘Winner Take All’ match for the Universal and Intercontinental titles. Finn Balor and Seth Rollins begrudgingly handed their titles to the referee to hold up. Depending on how it ended, that would be the last time one of them got to hold their championship.

Finn started the match with a series of sling-blades. Seth was able to avoid the last one and flipped Finn onto his back for the first attempted pin. Finn kicked out, laughing. They met in the center to slap hands and show a little sportsmen-like conduct. Then it turned ugly.

Neither man wanted to go home emptyhanded tonight. Neither wanted to have to bear the smug look of triumph on the other’s face. And neither wanted those looks from their peers backstage. The ones that said, “you fought well, but it wasn’t enough.” The effort exhausted them. Finn crawled over Seth’s chest, praying for a pin. But Seth kicked out. With a growl customary of the demon king, Finn wearily climbed the turnbuckle and glared at Seth’s unmoving body. It stayed unmoving until the last second before Finn’s boots would make contact.

By the time Finn could react and recover with a roll, Seth was up and ready with a kick that cut him in half. He evaded the first curb-stomp but was finished by the second. As he struggled to breathe, Seth was given both titles, one for each shoulder. No. Finn launched to his feet with a shout, hitting Seth in the back where he stood on the ropes, flipping him to the floor. It took five referees and several members of security to separate them. But the damage was done. Seth Rollins was a double champion. The first to hold both the Universal and the Intercontinental.

***

***

Monday Night Raw – December 18, 2018

San Jose’s crowd welcomed Seth into the arena. He wore the Intercontinental around his waist and carried the Universal on his shoulder. “Well, well, well. Welcome to Monday Night Rollins!” He grinned, smug and proud of himself. “Last night was quite the fight, wasn’t it? But it just proves one thing: that I will give my all and more for you all. To give you the show you deserve, and to be the champion that you deserve no matter what title… or how many at a time,” he added, holding up the Universal belt. “But I have to give credit where credit is due. Finn Balor was an amazing champion. And he deserved it after everything he went through to win it the first time, including me with one arm hanging from his body and all. But, times change. Out with the old and in with the new. The better. The Man.”

Finn’s music interrupted. He marched down to the ring and got right up in Seth’s face. “Beatin’ me one time does not make you better, Seth. It makes you lucky. Knowin’ your record, luck does not become you. Seth, everybody knows that you like makin’ your own way, no matter the cost. Last night was not one of those moments.”

“I did make my own way. I beat you,” Seth chuckled.

“Have you considered that I let you?”

“What?”

With a dark grin, Finn elaborated. “Maybe I let you win. My first Universal reign was short as it was because of you. But I was still the first. I missed out on months of defending and building myself up because of you. But I came back and took what was rightfully mine. All the while I toyed with you and got you into that ring last night. Because when I take my title back, your Universal reign will be completely forgettable. You can’t be longest reigning because for you it stops tonight. And you can’t be the shortest reigning, because that’s Braun. You are going to be the second man to have the Universal title for only twenty-four hours. The people only remember the extraordinary. And I’m the extraordinary man who can do extraordinary things. You’re just a man.”

Seth swallowed, gripping the red and gold tighter. “So… you want your rematch?”

“I want my rematch.”

They barely gave each other enough space to hold their mics.

“Then let’s call a ref,” Seth finally stated.

***

The rematch was even more brutal than the first. They had agreed that it would only be for the Universal. Finn didn’t mind as much that he missed the Intercontinental this time around, but he wanted his title back. And as such, he didn’t hesitate this time. Seth barely had room to breathe, much less to stand up and defend himself. He had the strong upper hand when the lights went out.

Finn spun around looking for Seth, who had disappeared from the ring. In his place stood Dr. M.

“Bray, bring him back. I wasn’t finished with him.”

“Bray Wyatt is no more. And yes, you are finished with Seth Rollins. Because I say so.”

Seth staggered to his feet behind the ring. Finn rushed in his direction but was caught and spun into Dr. M’s finisher. The bell rang, and Braun called the end. “Winning by disqualification, Finn Balor. But still your Universal champion, Seth Rollins.”

Finn made it to one knee. “No!” But Dr. M was already outside of the ring. And Braun ran by Seth, flipping him in the air.

“You will be cleansed, Balor,” Dr. M chuckled. “I have plans for you.”

***

You watched Dr. M finish his threats on your office television, wringing your hands. This was not how this was supposed to go. Stephanie and Hunter stood on the other side of the screen.

“I have to admit,” Hunter said, “you’ve done better than even Kurt Angle said you would. And I thought he was pumping up your skills way out of proportion, no offense.”

“None taken,” you gulped.

Stephanie walked around him to wrap her arm around her shoulders. “You really have done a great job, Y/N. Ever since we’ve gotten Baron out of your hair, Raw has really kicked off. Things are running smoother than normal, and you have come up with some inspired matches.”

You flinched. “I do have to tell you, Seth and Finn have been pushing this rivalry personally. The thing with Dr. M was… unexpected but I can fix it. I’ve really just been signing off on the matches.”

“As you should.” Stephanie patted your shoulder and spun you around to face her. “You didn’t step in the way, and you’ve given them plenty of room to put on several noteworthy matches. What’s a hiccup here and there? That is what a great general manager does.”

Hunter held out his hand for you to shake. “I look forward to what else you come up with. Keep up the good work. And keep on making those stellar matches. Now, if it’s alright with you, we would like to watch the rest of what you’ve got in store for tonight from our box.”

“Yes, of course. Enjoy!” You waited for them to leave your office, then spun around with a squeal.

“Having that good of a day?” Dean stepped in, his grin breaking into a full smile as you quickly hugged him.

“Yes. It’s going great! Stephanie and Hunter were impressed by Clash of Champions. They said to keep ‘making stellar matches.’” You squeaked and jumped again. “I’ve got so many ideas. There’s one, in particular, that would blow the roof off this place. Possibly Wrestlemania worthy.” You pulled out a small notebook and started flipping pages, missing how Dean’s face fell.

He fidgeted with his hand tape. “Just… be careful. It’s easy to forget yourself around here. Everything seems so big and important, but you don’t realize what you’ve given up ‘till it’s gone.” Despite disliking how Stephanie and Hunter had taken a shine to you, Dean couldn’t’ help but notice how happy you were.

You scribbled down a note. “Don’t worry. I’ve got this.” The notebook flipped shut and you looked up at him. Now slightly confused. “Did you come here to ask something?”

“Yeah. I’m going to be working with someone tonight, but it’s probably going to get… messy. Wanted your back-up when it turns into a match.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, crossing your arms. “Care to elaborate on that?”

Dean tapped at his throat and lowered his voice. “Can’t. Got to rest my voice. I’m singing with Elias tonight.”

“Oh really? How’d you manage that?” you chuckled.

Dean popped the collar on his leather jacket. “I got skills.” He laughed and ruffled your hair, despite your lighthearted warning growl. “See ya later, Ladybug.”

“See ya, Dean. And thank you. For-“ He was gone before you could finish.

***

“Hello, I am Elias.”

Dean stepped into the spotlight, making Elias cringe. “Hello, I am Dean. And Elias here,” he slapped at his shoulder, “has invited me to sing some carols with him.”

Elias raised his hand. “For the record, you invited yourself and interrupted my rehearsal.”

“Right. That’s what I said. And a one, and a two, and a one two three.” Dean took a deep breath and readied to sing, but froze. “Hey, Elias, that was your cue to start playing.”

He grit his teeth. “I don’t take cues from anyone.”

“Fine. Then you start it.”

Rolling his eyes, Elias strummed for a bit. His chords rattled as Dean started singing a complelty different carol than what he was playing. But he was able to switch relatively quickly. “Joy to the world! Elias has come. Let earth receive their…” Dean stopped, making Elias’s strumming stutter out. “You’re not a king. So what do we say?”

“Use part of a different verse.” Elias took over, with Dean hopping in towards the end. “Let men his songs [employ]. He comes to make, His blessings flow. Let heaven and nature sing, let heaven and nature sing-“

Dean sang louder than before, even when the music dropped out. “Let heaven and heaven and nature sing!” When he did realize that there wasn’t any more music, he turned and barely dodged Elias’s swing of his guitar. Dean called in the referee. “Ring the bell!”

It did as Dean dodged another guitar swing. The ref grabbed it by the neck and took it from Elias, then finished clearing out the ring by tossing the stool out. While his back was turned, Elias went for a hit below the belt. Dean caught Elias’s arm before he could make contact, then made a big show of stepping over his arm and out of harm’s way. He sent Elias rolling with a punch to the face, then scaled the turnbuckles.

“Jingle bells,” Dean started to sing. Elias cut him short by catching him with a jumping knee on his way down. He growled as Dean was able to kick out. Pushing the ref out of the way, he retrieved his guitar. But as he came back, Dean hopped to his feet and took him down with a Dirty Deeds right onto the strings, then won the pin.

Dean rolled out of the ring and started to go up the ramp. “Joy to the world, I pinned Elias. Fa la la la la, la la la la.”

***

Backstage, Drew McIntyre rounded a corner, nearly bumping into someone. “Watch where you’re… oh. It’s just you.” He bumped shoulders with Dolph Ziggler, spinning him around.

“Hey, hang on for a second.”

“Look, I don’t want to hear any more of your propositions. I’ve got my own plans, and you need to stay out of the way.”

“But Seth is vulnerable. There’s no way he could defend both titles at the same time. If we start now, tonight even, the sky’s the limit. We could both have a title by the Royal Rumble.”

Drew grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. “Dolph. Shut up. That mouth of yours is gonna get you inta serious trouble. If you like your head where it is, on your shoulders and not kicked off, then I’m tellin’ ya for the tha last time: stay outa my way.” He pushed him away, sending crates rolling and steel bars clattering to the floor.

Dolph stayed where he’d been thrown. For a second, all he could do was rub at his neck. Then his brow creased, and his jaw tensed. So be it.

***

In the ring, the Riott Squad had their tag titles on display. Liv and Sarah cackled and shined the plaques with the corners of their sleeves and shirts. Ruby spun her mic in her hands.

“And here we are, the first Raw Women’s Tag Champions.” She smugly accepted the booing mixed in with a spattering of cheers. “I don’t know why there were so many shocked faces last night. We were the only team that had any real right to win. Sasha and Bayley can’t ever make up their minds whether they want to work together or kill each other. And Nia and Tamina only started working together a few weeks ago.”

Liv walked up to bump her forehead to Ruby’s, while Sarah wrapped an arm around her shoulder. “We have been a team since we got here. We know each other’s ins and outs like they were our own. Who could step to us?”

“Not a soul,” Sarah answered. They laughed together. “And who’d we do it for?”

“Not you.” Ruby cackled and stepped forward. “Not for the women backstage, not for general manager Y/N, and not for Stephanie McMahon. We won these titles for us. But there’s only one thing missing. Ember Moon, you have something that we want. The Riott Squad wants a full set. Tonight, I’m going to take your title.”

Right on cue, Ember Moon walked out to the stage, Raw women’s title around her waist. “Are you really sure you want this fight, Ruby? I kind of like how it feels to be champion. And I will break every bone in your body to keep it.”

Ruby sneered. “You are welcome to try.”

“On one condition.” Ember walked to the top of the ramp. “Leave your hyenas backstage. I won this one-on-one, and the only way you could prove you are worthy of this prestige is by taking it from me one-on-one.”

Liv and Sarah snarled and moved to step in front of Ruby but she stopped them. “What makes someone worthy is the amount of effort they put into the challenge. And I have triple the effort than any woman here. But I accept your stipulation.” She laughed. “I’m going to enjoy taking that title from you.”

Ember chuckled. “You are welcome to try.”

***

If anyone had asked you, second to only Dean’s fiasco with Elias, this was the match you looked forward to the most. The tag teams, minus the champions, were set to fight in a Miracle on 34th Street Fight. Teams would be eliminated by pinning or submitting one member. Around the ring there where trees decorated with tinsel, wreathes hanging from the turnbuckles, and presents in just about every other available space. And you couldn’t forget the candy cane kendo sticks. You don’t know how you were going to clean it up before the main event, but that’s what the stellar team of ring techies was for.

As one, the teams of Titus World Wide, the B-Team, the Revival, and the Ascension all knew that they would have to eliminate the Authors of Pain. Titus and Apollo took to weakening one apiece. Bo set to attacking Rezar’s knees, and Curtis did the same to Akam. Once they were down to their knees, the Revival bounced off the ropes and flattened them to their backs. Then the Ascension started the dog piles. Akam and Rezar couldn’t move from under everyone, so the ref counted to three and eliminated them.

From there, it could only be described as holiday themed havoc. Konnor found a steel chair in a present and used it on Titus until Viktor could pin him. Dawson and Wilder ended roped together with a wreath and at the mercy of the remaining teams until the green boughs broke. Then Konner pinned Wilder as he fell over. Now it was down to two teams. Bo and Curtis made the Ascension stop long enough to put Santa hats on themselves. Then while they were still frozen in shock, they found themselves with elf hats on their heads. That inspired a rampage that littered the ring with broken boxes, shredded tinsel, and one dismantled tree.

The candy cane kendo sticks helped the winners though. In the hands of the B-Team, and with the help of some well-timed dodges in front of ring posts, they were enough to take down both members of the Ascension. Bo and Curtis went for a double pin. They danced around the ring, kendo sticks raised above their heads chanting their theme along with the crowd.

***

Ruby must have watched the match at Clash of Champions very closely. She knew the location of every bruise and weak muscle on Ember’s body. Each one was a target. She aimed for Ember’s legs first. If she couldn’t stand, she couldn’t fight back. An if she couldn’t climb, then she couldn’t eclipse. When her knees had been sufficiently weakened, Ruby moved on to her torso. A lot of Ember’s moves required being able to twist and contort in the air and to evade hits. By undercutting that ability, Ruby made it easier on herself to wound her opponent.

But as she’d said earlier, Ember liked the feeling of being champion. And she wasn’t about to let Ruby take that away from her. Ruby had her own weaknesses. Because she hadn’t been in a match recently, there weren’t any places to target. But Ember could target her pride. Her ego. And her eardrums as necessary with screams of battle. It was more efficient than she anticipated. The first scream shocked Ruby of her feet. The second gave Ember enough of an opening to finally make an attack. An attack that was quickly subverted into another round of defense.

Natalya came running down the ramp. She passed the ring and went straight to the bell box. Liv and Sarah came running out to meet her, but she was ready. She grabbed a nearby chair and was able to knock them both to the ground, grounding them for the rest of the fight.

In the ring, Ruby tossed Ember into a corner. She spun around, basking in whatever the audience gave her. When they started cheering louder, she dropped her arms with a sigh. She turned. Ember jumped and caught her with her Total Eclipse. One. Two. Three.

She didn’t celebrate. Ember motioned for a mic. “Why are you out here, Natty?”

Natalya motioned to the women at her feet. “I was helping you.”

“Right. “You’ll get your rematch, I promise. But in the meantime, I didn’t need your help ensuring that happens. Stay out of my way. Don’t get involved. I am going to defend this title,” she took the belt from the ref and raised it above her head, “on my own.” With that, she threw the mic towards Natalya and left the ring.

 

I’m In Charge

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I’m in Charge

Prompt: “Hi I like your work! I was wondering if you could do a smutty Tommaso Ciampa/Male Reader, where the reader is shy and Tommaso teases him?” – @issacloveswwe

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, headcanon that Tommaso is a power bottom, language, choking, teasing (real and sexually), dirty talk

Word Count: 1200

Note: Thank you for being so patient about your prompt! It was a challenge to write, but I hope you find it worth the wait. Any feedback is super appreciated, so please let me know what you guys think. Enjoy!

He was waiting for you when you got back from your match.

“How’d it go?” he sneered. Both of you knew he always watched your matches from backstage. Even if he was pretending to read his phone or polish his title, Tommaso hadn’t missed one yet. “Come on. Say it. You’ll feel better.”

“Dream beat me.”

A sick grin spread over his face. “Did he now?” He mockingly checked his nails. “He’s been giving me a bit of trouble as well. Would you like me to beat him up for you? You know, since you can’t seem to do the job yourself.”

The air shifted. It was going to be one of those nights. When Tommaso lost a match, few and far between, he’d dominate you until you couldn’t see straight. Especially if you were the one who beat him. But when you lost? He’d still dominate you but made it seem like you were in control. Like you had the power. An illusion that would be quickly broken later rather than sooner.

It always started like this.

You loved it.

“You think I can’t handle my own battles?” you growled. Still taunt with adrenaline, your muscles flexed angrily as Tommaso calmly laid his title across his duffle and sat equally calmly int the center of your locker room couch. “I am more than capable of handling myself.”

He laughed. “If that were so, you’d be number one contender right now for the North American. Instead, you’re here, expecting to win some sympathy from me.” He gaze darkened. “You’ll never get sympathy from me.

That always hurt the most.

“Oh, look at you. Poor kicked puppy. Can’t get any with his sad eyes and probably couldn’t keep it up if he did. Maybe I should see if Dream wants some victory company.”

That did it.

You took two long strides and wrapped your hand around his neck, pinning him to the backrest of the couch. “How’s that?” you asked. Your voice may have been cool and smooth, but it hit Tommaso like ice. He froze, a flicker of something you could never quite catch gleaming in his eyes. He tried to speak, but you tightened your grip, making him groan. “Come on, you can talk better than that. Try again,” you dared him, releasing him and chuckling as he fell back. Though he grinned and stared through the façade, he didn’t say a word.

There was a heavy pause. The hairs on the back of your head seemed to stand on end. Then there was the rush to get rid of any gear or cloth that would keep him from you. For a moment, he took control, pulling and pushing you down to lay across the seat. When you took it back, he chuckled at the force you used to pin him on his back. You made him suck on your fingers, growling when his teeth scraped over your knuckles on their way out, so that you could begin to open him up.

Now you knew where he had watched the match. From right here. In your locker room. Stuffed full with his own fingers as he watched you fight. Preparing himself like a ‘good boy.’ He’d probably kill you before he’d let you actually call him that.

“Did you cum?”

Tommaso intertwined his fingers behind his head. “And what if I did? What could you do about it?” He threw his head back with a hiss as you began to fill him. By the time you’d bottomed out, you were both newly sheened in sweat. His nails raked down your chest; his version of begging you to move, though he’d claimed he never begged. Like hell, he didn’t.

You both gave a shout with the first thrust and reached to clamp your hands over each other’s mouths. With Tommaso beneath you, it was easier for you to evade his touch than him yours. He tried to lick at your hand for you to move it. But by now you’d already shared so many bodily fluids, a little spit didn’t faze you. And you said as much, ignoring the warning growl under your fingers.

“If the world only knew,” you mocked, “that the cruel conqueror of NXT liked laying on his back…” you clicked your teeth.

With an iron grip, he tore your hand from his mouth, so it landed beside his head. He reached and grabbed your bicep, using the leverage to meet your rhythm. “If the world only knew their quiet, precious Y/N was such a dirty little-“

You cut him off with a rough thrust, quickening your pace.

“Is that the best you can do?” he gasped, tightening his grip on your arm while you thrust into him. “Come on, you hit me harder in the ring than this. Or is that the problem? Did Dream tire you out?” He bit back a moan as you speared him deeply. His cock twitched on his stomach, looking ready to burst without being touched. He hissed again as you feather your fingers down the length. A light touch and a hard fucking. Nothing brought him closer to the edge than that.

But he knew you too. And he knew when to switch the flip.

“Feelin’ powerful yet, Y/N?”

Then his hands were gripping you everywhere he could reach. He controlled the pace. Your cries your moans. Knew every way to dig into your skin and to fuck himself on you to make your vision blur. To make your blood reach a boiling point. All the while, he kept pressing your buttons.

“This is how you fuck someone, Y/N. You were so close. And you’ve come so far, I’ll give you that. When I first set my eye on you, you flinched. Flinched! Then you surprised me. Such a monster in the ring. So cordial on the mic. So good in bed.” He sniggered. “Well, almost. Had to learn you a thing or two. Now look at you. Just as strung out and needy as the first time. Are you ready, Y/N? Ready to give me what I want?”

You weren’t going to say it. And he knew it. Still, he pressed, his voiced growing raspy as he neared his completion too.

“Give. Me. What. I Want. I control your pleasure. Cum. Now!”

Spots danced in front of your eyes. Heat surged through you from your head to your toes to your fingertips to your cock, filling Tommaso and making him spill his load onto his chest. He shoved you away, breaking you apart to pant on opposite ends of the couch. A twitch of his fingers and you tossed him a towel.

He moved it back and forth across his stomach, muttering, “would make you clean me up, but didn’t feel like putting up with you anymore.” He tossed it back to you. “Get dressed. I’m sure Dream still wants to gloat at you before we can leave.”

In the strongest voice you could manage, which squeaked past your lips instead of roared, you ensured his wrath later in the night.

“You’re right, about everything. I’m not the best. But when it comes to you? I’m in control.”

A most pleasurable wrath.

Family Found Part 31: Sending a Message

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It’s the last Monday before Clash of Champions, and everyone wants to make sure that their opponent knows what pain and humiliation are in store for them on Sunday. 

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 2390

Note: Heads up, I am super mean to Jose this week. Sorry. Since Rhyno has retired, he’s not going to be in this series anymore. I wish him well wherever he goes. And, quick question, am I writing Bray/Dr. M creepy enough/too much? Any and all feedback is super appreciated. You can do it on this post, or my asks and private messages are always open.

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Part 30: Challenge Accepted

Monday Night Raw – December 10, 2018

“I don’t understand why Ember is fighting tonight. She’s got a title opportunity on Sunday!” Corey scoffed when Renee tried to calm him down. “It’s just… she’s been running full speed towards this goal, but – superkick from Ember! But fighting Mickie James tonight could cost her.”

They all flinched as the women fell back from the corner in a suplex. Renee pressed forward. “Ember knows exactly what she’s doing. Tonight is just practice. Keeping her muscles warm and keeping her head clear. She’s got this.”

A few moves later, Ember did not seem to ‘got this.’ Mickie was keeping her off her feet, and any time she did stand up, there was a kick or a punch that made her spin into the ropes. The war goddess hissed as she bounced off the apron, sprawling across the floor. She tried to get back between the ropes, but Mickie was there to pull her onto their springiness, sending her back. Then Mickie jumped, landing on her.

With a scream, Ember was through with the mockery Mickie was putting her through. She tossed Mickie into the ring post, then scaled up to the top. She Eclipsed. Rolling back into the ring, she waited for the count.

“Wait… do you think that’s the best choice going into Clash of Champions?” Cole asked. “Natalya’s going to have champion’s advantage, and she can’t lose the title by count-out.”

As the ref approached the count of seven, Ember growled as the realization hit her. She rolled out and collected her opponent. Mickie stumbled to her feet, turning just in time to catch another Total Eclipse. Ember pinned her without even a twitch from Mickie. She wobbled to her feet, flinching as the ref raised her hand. The stage lit up in purple, and Natalya walked out. She watched as the champion came down the ramp and entered the ring.

She didn’t say anything, just walked up to stand toe-to-toe with Ember. And then, with a bright smile on her face, she raised the title above them both. Point made, she turned on her heel and left the way she came.

***

All the audience could see was the darkness. A few offered up their flashlights, but when the silence took over, those snuffed out. Dr. M appeared on the screen, standing in a long dark hallway that looked like it belonged to an abandoned hospital.

“The first dose has been given,” he said. “The first antidote issued. My associate and I have what we want, and we’re not going to let a few parasites get their hands on our titles.” He flipped his tag title belt over his shoulder and smiled at it. Then he slowly turned his gaze forward. “Or will we? Because, you have to see, having the cure to what ails the WWE universe is no good unless it’s administered to everyone.” He squinted in thought. “Perhaps there are other goals we need to achieve to ensure the erasure of the widespread disease.”

He grabbed hold of the camera, making the image shake. “But that has not yet come to pass. Plans are still incubating. Tonight… no. Tonight is about sending the message. It’s making sure that the universe knows that its rescue is at hand. The rescue from the viruses and the human pestilence that is the Raw tag team division as it stands.” He stepped back. “Don’t worry. Doctor M is here to help.”

***

Backstage, Elias was tuning his guitar. Once he had it adjusted the way he liked it, he began to strum and hum along. Just as he was about to sing, a thumping beat came down the hallway. A man in a brightly colored shirt danced by with a speaker box playing No Way Jose’s music, followed by a long line of people who filled the space. Jose danced into the center of them, twirling one woman around, and then grabbing Elias’s hand to twirl him.

“Can you not-“ Elias growled and snatched his hand away. “Can you not do this right here?” He shouted over the music. Jose motioned that he couldn’t hear him. “Are you… are you headed to the ring? The ring!” It took several hand motions, but Elias finally got his question across. “Good. I’m going to meet you there!”

Jose smiled and motioned for his dance party to follow him, leaving the hall much quieter.

Elias sneered and shouldered his guitar. “Yeah, I’ll meet you in the ring.”

***

A few minutes later, Elias was illuminated in the center of the ring. “I had to rush to get here before the dancing hooligans, but I should have enough time to make sure that you know that WWE stands for?” He waited for the response. “Good. You’ve got it. Now let’s see if I can…” He strummed and was able to get into the same tune as before. But like earlier, as he was inhaling to sing along, Jose’s music interrupted. He stood and angrily shed his scarves, microphone, and guitar.

Before the bell had barely rung, Elias was attacking. But Jose knew what he had been doing, and saw it coming. With a relaxed dodge, Elias’s shoulder collided with the ring post. Jose pulled him back into the ring and tried for a pin, almost succeeding. From there, Jose took great pleasure in pushing Elias’s buttons. Even if the retaliation was painful and exhausting. He was talented in distracting hip curls, and in interrupting any attempted moves from his opponent. At his cue, the dancers that had stayed, danced a lap around the ring chanting “walk with Elias” very much off-key. It set Elias’s hackles on edge, making Jose laugh.

Turning his back on an irate Drifter was a mistake. A high knee laid Jose out flat. Elias took to the skies and finished him off with an elbow drop. When that wasn’t enough, Elias growled, “dance away from this,” and spun Jose up for powerbomb after powerbomb. Finally, Elias went for a pin, satisfied when the ref made it to three. He rolled out to retrieve his guitar.

No Way Jose stumbled to his feet. He was too busy rubbing the headache out of his temples to notice the frantic motions from his fellow dancers. Jose was oblivious to Elias raising his guitar behind him. It shattered on his back. Elias slung the remnants over his shoulder and nodded before leaving the ring.

***

In the next round for the women’s tag teams, Rhonda shadowboxed in the ring, waiting for her partner. Dana Brooke made her entrance. The women shook hands in the ring. “Thanks for… being willing to be my partner in this,” Rhonda said.

“Thanks for even thinking of me. Even if I was the last one available. You could have stayed out of the tournament, but you didn’t. And now we’re both here.”

They stood shoulder to shoulder as the Riott Squad took the stage. “No, no, no, no, NO!” Ruby twisted the mic on her hand. “Rhonda, Rhonda, Rhonda. You just can’t seem to play by the rules, can you? You swaggered into the WWE with your big name and doors just flung open for you.” She cackled. “You may have been great in your fighting world, but in this one, you have to earn your spot. And not by cutting corners. And Dana,” she cocked her head as she descended down the ramp, Liv Morgan and Sarah Logan on her heels, “you should know better. And I think, that of every woman on the roster, you would know fake, self-serving, inevitable back-stabbing power when you see it.”

Rhonda cut Dana off from rushing forward. She noted how the other two women had circled the ring, flanking them. Sarah and Liv stepped up onto the apron, harsh grins on their faces.

“And now,” Ruby finished, “we are going to make sure you pay. Both of you.” She strolled over to the bell booth and rang in the match herself.

It didn’t last long. The Riott Squad women were good what they did. If Rhonda was in the ring, they quick tagged and evaded her hits, keeping her frustrated. If Dana was in, well, they knew her buttons too. Whispering ghosts from her time working with Charlotte Flair. It wore on her more than the punches. And when it became too much, Rhonda was too busy chasing Liv for the tag. Sarah pinned Dana, then escaped up the ramp with her team.

“Lesson learned, Rhonda,” Ruby shouted back.

***

The number one contender’s match for the Raw tag titles was between the Revival and the team of Bobby Roode and Chad Gable. It was a heck of a match, keeping everyone on the edge of their seats. When Dash finally pinned Chad, even Dasha Fuentes had to applaud. The losers, and runner-ups by agreement, left the ring so the ref could raise the hands of the victors. The continued to celebrate even after he left.

Then the lights went out.

When they came back on, and only halfway, both Dash and Scott were knocked out in the ring. In either corner, the shadows turned out to be Dr. M and Braun Strowman. Again, the lights went out. When they came back on, fully this time, the Revival was still asleep on the mat, but Dr. M and Braun were gone.

***

The main event was what you had set up last week. Seth Rollins came out to the ring and grabbed a mic. “Over the past several weeks, there have been a great many… insinuations that I am not worthy to be Intercontinental Champion.” He shrugged. “I would have to disagree, but you guys deserve more than just words or a flashy appearance. So, tonight, right here and right now, I am issuing an open challenge. But not just any open challenge,” he grinned, “it’s going to be a gauntlet open challenge.”

Proud of himself, he beamed at the crowd, basking in the response they gave him. “Back there are five of some of the best wrestlers WWE has to offer. And not one of them is going home tonight with this title.” He returned the mic and handed the title to the referee while Jojo announced the match.

The first to come out was Baron Corbin. Most of their match ended up outside the ring. Between Baron’s quick recoveries around the posts, and Seth’s over-the ropes high flying, their part of the match could have gone either way. But Seth’s curb-stomp could knock out a dragon. He hurried to his feet after the pin, ready for the next opponent.

Dolph Ziggler came out next, proud and swaggering and taking his time to circle the ring before ascending the stairs. Both men glared at the other. Immediately, Dolph tried to catch Seth in a headlock, succeeding enough to toss the champion to the canvas. The goal was to keep him off his feet, and he did so with repeated kicks to his stomach and by targeting the areas already hurt by Baron. Still, Seth came back and gave worse to Dolph than what he had received. There may have been a slight hold on Dolph’s tights for the roll-up.

Having lost, Dolph begrudgingly left the ring. He paused at the bottom of the ramp as Drew McIntyre entered next. They sneered at each other, merely inches apart on the wide ramp, before going their separate ways. Again, the match was more likely to be outside the ring than in. Drew used the ring posts, the stairs, and his height advantage against Seth. And the injuries were beginning to add up. So Seth switched the game from defense to dodgeball. Every time that Drew tried to run Seth into something, it was reversed, and he ended up hitting the target. One such crash into the ring post was enough to keep Drew from kicking out, giving Seth a much-needed break.

Seth was still kneeling, facing where Drew had rolled out of the ring, when Dean’s music hit. He sighed with a smile, turning to watch his brother in arms come down the ramp. They shared a quick handshake. Then Dean used every trick he knew would either exhaust Seth or tick him off. And there was a lot to work with, considering their history.

Finn Balor’s entrance took over the stage. As suddenly as it came, the music stopped. Seth froze, keeping an eye out for a trick, giving Dean the break he needed to try for a roll-up. He was unsuccessful, but only just.

“Mind games!” Corey shouted.

Several long minutes later, Dean was pinned, though he kicked out at three and a quarter. Panting, they laughed. Dean rolled out of the ring, shaking his head. He motioned to Seth “so close.” His brother mouthed back, “you wish.”

Dean was long gone by the time Finn’s entrance started again. When he didn’t immediately enter from the front, Seth spun around just in time to receive a sling blade. He had already fought four of the best, and the fifth one was proving to be more than he could handle. It was taking longer and longer for him to get to his feet. And his slow reaction time didn’t save him from a number of hits. Finn went for a pin. At the last half-second, he pulled Seth up from the mat. With a soft pat to the side of Seth’s face, he slid out of the ring. The ref counted to ten while Seth rolled to his stomach, waiting for him to finish the job.

“Why would I beat you tonight, Seth? When I beat you, I want it at Clash of Champions, not on Monday Night Rollins.”

***

Backstage, Drew was nursing his wounds, physical and to his pride. Dolph’s arrival did nothing to better his mood. “What do you want? You’ve got nothing to brag about. Seth beat you.”

“You didn’t do much better.” Dolph took a deep breath and calmed his speech. “That’s why we need to combine forces again. We were so much stronger-“

“No, you were stronger.” Drew towered over him as he stood. “I was held back. Go after your own goals, Dolph, and stay out of the way of mine.”

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Family Found Part 30: Challenge Accepted

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Some of the last pieces for Clash of Champions are put into place. The Reader wants Dean to help her out with a little experiment she’s running.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 2080

Total Word Count So Far: 89,730

Note: Or as I like to call this chapter, ‘poke the title week’! I do it way too much in this chapter, but I feel like it’s the best way to rile someone up. Who doesn’t dislike getting poked? And I have a total count for the chapters! There’s going to be 50, so we’re over half-way through! If you’ve been enjoying the series, please let me know with a comment or a message sent to my inbox. I’d greatly appreciate knowing your favorite bits. Have fun reading this chapter too!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 29: A Dangerous Road

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Monday Night Raw – December 3, 2018

Balor Club welcomed their leader as he made his way to the ring. Finn made sure to lean deep on the ropes, showing off his red and gold championship. Then he stepped through the ropes and accepted a mic.

“Last week was… interrestin’.” He started. “And Seth, I bet you have to agree. So why don’t you get out here so we can talk about it?” Waiting patiently, he smiled as the crowd cheered ‘burn it down’ and may have joined them. Just a little bit.

Seth strutted into the ring with a smile. “What’s there to talk about, Finn? We were doing what we do best, fighting to be the best man, and then our, uh,” he rubbed the back of his head, “our partners decided to flip the play.”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about,” Finn said. “They tried us, then we continued to do what we do best, and be the workhorses of this company. The best men. The ones worthy of the gold we carry. ”

Smirking, Seth had to agree. “We did good. Heaven forbid we ever get the tag titles in our sights. Or, sorry Balor, hell forbid.” But he shook his head. “Don’t let last week go to your head. We may be friends, but come Clash of Champions, we will be opponents.”

“I wouldn’ want it any other way.”

They both paused, looking each other over. Somewhere, someone tried to start a ‘hug it out’ chant, but it didn’t have the chance to run as Finn raised his microphone to his lips.

“I would have beaten you.”

Seth shook his head. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“It’s not my sleep you should be worried about.” Finn circled him. “I have a feelin’ I’m not the one tossin’ and turnin’ because of how close some of those counts got. You may be the Intercontinental Champ ‘round here,” he stopped. Seth turned around to face him, flinching as Finn tapped the title on his shoulder, “but I’m the Universal Champ. The people’s champion. And I bet t’at just eats you up inside. Knowin’ I am more worthy of this title than you will ever be. T’at’s what I wanted to tell you. See ya at Clash of Champions.”

He nodded on last time, then stepped through the ropes, leaving Seth behind and not turning his back until he was up the ramp.

***

The next round of the women’s tag team tournament was the first official match of the night. Mickie and Alicia came out to the ring, ready to throw down and win their spot at Clash of Champions. Alexa Bliss came with them, dressed in a sharp suit to be their ring-side accompaniment. Bayley came out next. She laughed to see Alicia already mocking Rhonda’s punch-n’-bounce. But Rhonda Rousey music didn’t hit. Sasha Banks’s did.

“What!” Corey shouted. “How can Bayley trust her? After all the times Sasha has stabbed her in the back.”

Renee took over while he sputtered. “Maybe that’s why this could work. Bayley isn’t going to give second chances, and Sasha’s not going to be preoccupied with coming up with a back-stabbing plan. No plotting or looking over their shoulders. Just the goal at hand.” She hummed. “It might just work.”

They continued to debate the ability of Bayley and Sasha as their opponents did everything they could to break them apart. But the trio was so focused on distracting them, that they were distracted themselves. The friend-hate duo played into every trick, but in such a way that drained Alicia and Mickie. By the time the women realized it, Bayley had flipped Mickie out of the way with a Bayley to Belly, and Sasha had Alicia locked in a Bank Statement. Alexa couldn’t get into the ring in time to keep her from tapping.

Standing on either side of the ref while he raised their hands, they gave each other guarded smiles. The plan had worked… this time.

***

Backstage, Seth spoke to a techie, who pointed further down the hallway. “Thanks. Ambrose!” He quickened his steps to catch up to Dean. “Hey, man, do you know where your cousin is? She wasn’t in her office and I need to ask a favor.”

Dean finished off taping his hands. “She was coming back from a situation in catering.” He smirked. “Finn got under your skin again, didn’t he?”

“No.” Seth fiddled with his wrist straps. “Fine. Maybe. But I’m just as deserving of the Universal as he is and just as much of a people’s choice.”

“Alright, alright!” Dean held his hands up in defense, chuckling when Seth’s shoulders deflated.

“Sorry.” He looked Dean up and down. “What are your plans for Clash of Champions?”

He ran his tongue over his lips and tilted his head. “Dunno. Might just sit back and watch this one. Maybe I’ll text Renee notes on her commentary. Maybe… I’ll pay you and Finn a visit during your match. Haven’t held the Universal yet… and I’d love to have my Intercontinental back.”

Seth stepped back from Dean’s fingers ready to tap at the belt. “Don’t you dare,” he said with a grin. “We’d both kick your ass.”

“Ha, assuming I wouldn’t kick both of yours.” He shook his head. “But weren’t you looking for the other Ambrose?” He punched at Seth’s unoccupied shoulder, then twisted away, leaving Seth to once again stand alone.

***

As the runners-up for the guy’s tag team number one contenders, the B-Team had challenged the Revival. They wanted to prove that they could win on their own, and then take care of any distractions that might come up. The Revival was more than happy to answer the call, and they kept the B-Team on their toes. The longer the match went on, the more the Revival noticed something. If Curtis was in the ring, Bo was reaching for a tag. He was watching the ramp and the back of the ring. And vise versa.

Neither was paying much attention to their present opponents.

It cost them the match. Dash and Wilder rolled their victims out of the ring so they could have their arms raised in an empty ring.

***

Charly Caruso rounded a corner and almost bumped into her next interviewee. “Braun, sorry. Um, could you tell us why you’ve joined up with the man we used to know as Bray Wyatt? You’ve been a dominant figure here on Monday Night Raw. What do you gain by teaming up with Dr. M?” She held up her microphone, patiently waiting while he thought over his answer.

He gently took the mic from her so she didn’t have to reach. “For the past several months, my goals have been just out of my reach.” He crossed his arms, one giant elbow wrapped in a black bandage. “My best, my rage, it hasn’t been enough. Even though it got me so close. Now I’m a tag team champion.”

Charly nodded and moved to take her mic, but he held it up out of reach. She motioned for him to continue.

“Bray or Dr. M, he’s… healed whatever problems I’ve had focusing on how to get what I want. I’ve got another goal in mind. And I know he’s going to help me get that one to. In time.” He finally returned Charly’s equipment, then continued on his way.

***

“You want this.” Natalya watched herself on the Titontron standing toe to toe with Nia from last week.  “And you know what, I want to see you try. Next week. I’ll see you there, and I’ll see you fail.”  The video ended and Natalya focused her attention to the stage. “Well, Nia. I’m here. You want this?” She nudged her shoulder, raising the title. “Then come out here and get it.”

A minute later, Nia did just that. When the bell rang, they circled each other. They both froze as Ember Moon’s music sounded, and she walked out onto the stage. She made a show of walking just to the top of the ramp, then turning back towards the announce table and joining them. “Hey Corey, Cole, Renee. Thought I’d drop in and give my input on this match, if that’s alright?”

In the ring, the women went back to fighting each other. Nia had a height and strength advantage, but Natalya had the champion’s advantage. She dodged most of Nia’s attacks. And she rolled out of the ring, making the other woman fume and rage.

“Are you worried about this match at all,” Corey asked. “Nia’s got this opportunity because she and Tamina beat you and Dana last week.”

“Nope. Not one bit. “I may not have made it into the tag title match at Clash of Champions, but I am still going to have a title before the year is out. I don’t care if I have to beat Nia or Natalya for it.”

Natalya moved out of the way at the last second, making Nia run into a set of steel steps. She rolled back in the ring and motioned for the ref to count. By nine and a half, Nia was just getting to her feet. He made it to ten before she could reach for the ropes. They glared at each other as Natalya accepted her title from the ref.

As Nia went up the ramp to leave the arena, Ember passed by and gave her a little wave and a smile. Ember joined Natalya at the ropes, the champion not giving her the room to even enter the ring. No matter. She shrugged and lightly ran her fingers down the red and white belt.

“Clash of Champions. I’ll see you there.” Then she hopped off the apron and left with her head held high.

***

Dean bounced into your office and waited a second for you to finish an email. “Did Seth find you?”

“Yes he did, and I was able to help.” You shrugged. “And Jose found you, so I could talk to you too.”

He smiled, then clapped his hands so he could rub them together. “Who you got for me this week, Ladybug?”

“Well… are you okay with being a guinea pig?”

He stepped back and squinted at you, unsure. “Sure.”

“Great. You have a match with Drew McIntyre tonight.” Before your sentence was finished, Dean had cocked his head and leaned towards you.

“What’s the catch?”

With a deep breath, you bit back a grin. “I want you to push his buttons. Can you do that?”

Dean grinned for you. “Hell yeah, I can.”

“Win, and there’ll be a surprise for you next week.” You giggled as his eyebrows shot up.

“Oh?” He rolled his shoulders back and forth. Wiggling, even though he always said he doesn’t wiggle.  “And what would that be?”

“I can’t tell you, or it wouldn’t be a surprise.” You scoffed, “don’t you trust me?”

“It comes and goes.” You both laughed. Dean patted your shoulder before heading out.

***

He did all that you needed and more. If there was one thing that Ambroses were the best at, it was poking the proverbial bear. Dean just had the fighting skill to back it up. And the forethought to do it when the ref wasn’t looking.

This bothered Drew McIntyre to no end. He tried moving faster, hitting harder. But each time, Dean got right back up and did it all over again like only he could. The ref had to pull the Scottish Psychopath away from the ropes where Dean had dodged out. Behind his back and right into Drew’s glare, Dean smirked.

“Not all that without Dolph doing the dirty work for ya, huh?” He rolled completely out of the ring before Drew could swing a punch. He ran as he was chased and slid back into the ring. Drew tried to follow, but Dean left again, circling the other way, much to the amusement of the crowd. But Drew didn’t take the hint and had a chair ready for him as Dean came around the corner.

Before the first hit even landed, the referee was calling for the disqualification and naming Dean the winner of the match. Once the bell had rung, Dean turned on his own dark side and beat Drew down to the mat surrounding the ring.

“How’s that for pushing buttons?” he asked, walking backward away from the ring.

Part 31: Sending a Message

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He Has Me

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Jason needs to be in control after a dangerous night on patrol.

Pairing: Jason Todd x OC (1st person)

Warnings/Promises: SO MUCH SMUT, angsty smut, mentions of previous death, bondage, little-spoon Jason

Word Count: 850

Note: Trying a different style. Please let me know what you think! As always, tag lists and requests are open. Enjoy! 

The first hint that he was home was the sudden drop in temperature. With a sigh, I took the bait and got up to close the window. Before my hands could leave the sill, he was pressing against me and kissing at my neck.

“Rough night?” I asked. I bit my lip and tilted my head to give his lips more access.

“Mhmm. Need you.”

With a click of the remote, the tv was off, silencing the ongoing news report about the warehouse fire by the bay. Earlier, panic had been all I could feel until I saw the blip of a motorcycle escaping the flames. I had been there that other night too. Racing Joker’s depravity and time. My bike had skidded to a stop just behind Bruce’s. I remember being frozen while the caped crusader ran into the heat, then my silence as he brought out my childhood friend’s body. I quit. He was gone, and no amount of justice could replace him. Then he came back. He came back for Joker… and for me. We both continued to grow up. Bruce had Alfred and the Batcave. Dick had Oracle. 

Jason had me.

He turned me around to cup my face in his hands. His lips were still cold, probably always would be. They set a fire in me anyways. I unbuckled the several clasps binding him in his gear. Jason ripped the fabric off his shoulders, growling if it didn’t leave him fast enough. My clothes were left in a crumpled line as he walked me back to our bedroom, falling on top of me when my legs hit the side of the mattress.

“What do you need, Jason?” I said between kisses.

“Can… can I use the cuffs?”

It almost made me smile. “Of course.” If he had given me room to speak, I would have told him I needed them too. Instead, he helped my up the bed so I could spread my arms to the posts. He took the cuffs from the nightstand and asked me again if it was okay. I attached the first set myself. With the second click, I arched into his mouth as he kissed down my chest to my breasts. He laved over one tip, then palmed over it as he moved to the second.

I let out a shuddered breath as his other hand feathered down my stomach. Jason hummed into my mouth to find the slick already between my thighs. One finger, then two curled gently. When they began to scissor me open, my hips thrust up to meet him.

“Let me see you cum,” he murmured against my skin. He bit into the curve of my neck, just enough to make me gasp.

A drop of water would have sizzled on my skin. Any air that passed my lips came out in a raspy cry. As he moved his fingers faster and deliberately, my vision darkened until all I could do was feel. Feel his hot breath on my neck. His body warm but still chilled on mine. The sparks of pleasure that he created with his touch on my breasts and between my legs. My mouth parted, desperate for more oxygen. Jason was there to steal it.

With a shudder that quaked through my whole body, I blubbered into his mouth. Jason smirked and continued to pulse his movements. I came again, going rigid and shivering against the restraints.

“Please-“

“I’m here.”

Jason unlocked the cuffs, gently rubbing my wrists and kissing away the ache. Then he was moving. He set himself between my legs, pushing my thighs back as far as I could go. Slowly and careful of my sensitivity, he worked into my sex a bit at a time. We both gave a low groan as he came to a stop, fully sheathed and gasping as my walls adjusted. A few breaths later I was gripping his hip, urging him to move. He did. I did my best to meet his thrusts, but the build from his earlier escape and his need and my needing him made it nearly impossible to raise my hips against the force. Even with knowing him for so long, he still felt impossibly deep.

“Open your eyes, baby. Let me see you.”

It took so small effort, but I did. And the view was worth it. His blue gaze was bright but shadowed with desire. With me completely under his control, his pace quickened. He hissed as my nails dug into his skin, leaving a mix of half-moons and long red welts. I gave a jolt. He faltered. Jason reached down and pinched my clit, sending me over. He shouted, following me and thrusting a few more times to ease us down before gently pulling out.

Jason fell to one side. Taking a strengthening breath, I rolled over and wrapped him in my arms. He buried his head into my chest. I stroked his hair, listening to his breathing as it evened out. Before long, he was asleep. I tightened my embrace, then followed him into slumber.

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Beg Me Nicely

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The Reader inadvertently gets Steve hot and bothered by almost getting into a fight.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: language, alcohol, elevator SMUT, dom!Steve, dirty talk, orgasm stealing, begging, implied further smut

Word Count: 1540

Note: This was supposed to come out last week. Oops. I’m fighting not getting burned out till I can go home for break, so bear with me. Have some Steve Rogers smut in the meantime. Tag lists and requests are open. Enjoy!

Another holiday season. Another one of Tony’s parties.

“Can I get you a drink?”

“I’ve already got one, thanks.” To emphasize your point, you took a sip from your glass, showing off that it was still half full.

The man didn’t take the hint. “That looks like a hard drink for someone as soft as you.” He ran his knuckles up your bare shoulder. “Don’t you’d think you be better off with something sweeter?”

“I’m sweet enough. Excuse me.” You tried to leave, but the man placed his hand on yours over your glass.

With a glare from you, he retracted his touch and held his hands up in defense. “Didn’t mean to offend. But I want to give you a better night than drinking by yourself.”

You sighed. Why wasn’t he going away? “Actually, I’m here with someone.”

He looked around. “Really? Well, it’s their loss for leaving you here all alone.” He leaned close to your ear, grabbing your arm so you couldn’t get away. “I bet they leave you to take care of yourself too. Take what they need and then leave you flat. I could do so much better, baby. Give me a chance.” Then he grabbed your chin and leaned in for a kiss.

Faster than he could open his eyes, you landed a punch to his jaw and grabbed him by the throat, pinning him to the bar.

“Y/N!” Steve rushed up, having finally escaped a ‘Stupid Tony Storytime’ with Rhodey. “Let him go.”

Begrudgingly, you did. The man sputtered and coughed. “Crazy bitch.” Steve caught you around the waist before you could launch at him again. “You might want to keep your girl on a tighter leash.”

“Says the man who wouldn’t take no for an answer,” you growled. Steve pulled you closer to his body. Your breath hitched to feel his hardness straining against his jeans.

“Might I suggest you get lost?”

He looked between you both, then scurried away holding his jaw.

Steve chuckled to watch him go. “Now I know why Bucky was always pissed at me.”

Rolling your eyes, you shrugged out of his grip. “I had it under control.” You avoided his gaze, even as he linked his fingers with yours and pulled you out into the hallway.

“Mhmm. And public relations would be giving me another earful.” The elevator dinged as the doors opened. Once inside, he pressed the emergency stop. You flattened yourself against the cold metal walls, admiring the way his arms flexed braced on either side of your head. “Though I have to say,” he glanced down to the bulge in his pants, “you never fail to amaze me.”

Faster than you could blink, his lips were on yours in a scorching kiss. You tried to link your hands around his neck, but he pinned your wrists to the wall. You whined. “Steve-“

“Nuh-uh. After that stunt you pulled, you really think I’m going to let you touch?” With a tilt of his head, you could see how dark his eyes had become. “No.” You shivered with the chaste kiss he pressed to your lips. “You’re going to have to ask forgiveness first.” His nose nuzzled against yours. “Hands on the wall, baby.”

You did as he commanded, rubbing your thighs at what was to come. Steve nudged your stance open with his shoe, giving you a glance that made you whimper. Not yet. He may have been Captain America, but you weren’t going to fold with just a look. A soft whine panted from your lips as he breathed down the curve of your neck. Okay, maybe you could fold a little bit. Your hips jerked as he popped the button on your jeans. With a little more maneuvering, his reach was down your front and two fingers were pressing up and down on top of your panties.

Steve chuckled darkly. “I can already feel how wet you are, baby doll. Do you like the idea of getting fucked in an elevator?” Nodding, you watch his tongue dart out to wet his lips. “I’ll have to keep this in mind for when I want to see how fast you can cum. Get in on the bottom floor, have you moaning and barely standing before we get to our floor near the top.” He slipped his fingers under your panties, just barely curling them. “But how to hide you from other people who might need the lift? Hmm. Any suggestions?” Already, your brain was addled, though you had come up with something. Just as you opened your mouth to answer, he sucked down on your neck and quickened his curling. You squeaked instead. “Another session, perhaps.”

“Please,” you breathed, “Steve-“

“Yes, Y/N?” He leaned back from your neck and watched your hands desperately tap at the wall.

“Let me touch?”

“Not yet.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The title gave him pause enough to smile with pride. “Good girl,” he said, tapping your nose before swallowing your following cries with a kiss. While one hand was focused on your sex, the other palmed over your breast. He growled to feel your thin lace through your blouse. Pushing your top fabric up, he groaned and nipped at the swell of your breasts. “Gonna take my time with these later.”

By now, you were clawing at the cold metal. “Steve, let me touch.” Without being able to wait for his reply, you reached forward and ran your hand along the outline of his cock. A second later you realized your mistake. Steve pinned your wrist to the wall, touching his forehead to yours.

He tsked. “What am I going to do with you, Y/N? You think you’re impatient? I should have left Rhodey the second I saw that creep lay an eye on you. Watching him stalk you like an animal made my skin crawl. Then you went and did your thing.” He barked a laugh. “Almost couldn’t make it to the bar since you got me hard just like that.” To prove his point, he moved your hand to his length for just a second, then placed your palm back as it was before. “Leave it there.”

Your attempt to say “yes, Sir,” broke once it hit the air. Steve had renewed the pace of his fingers and his mission to sweetly torture your pulse point. Despite the warning, the chilled, unforgiving elevator wall wasn’t enough to ground you. The lighting zings through your pulse were making it hard to breathe. Or was it Steve’s stifled moans against your skin? Either way, your other hand reached and curled into his hair.

Steve growled. He pressed his body flat against yours, stretching your arms above your head and holding them there. You bit your lip as he rolled his hips into yours.

“That’s two. If you get to three, and I run out of ways to hold you, then I’m just going to grind into that desperate heat of yours till I cum. And you’re just going to have to stand there and take it. No matter how messy you make my jeans. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

He gave you another warning roll of his hips, then gripped your wrists in one hand. The other returned to its prior occupation, teasing you and making your body shudder. All under his focused observation.

You were so close. But just as you were seconds from the brink, Steve would change his tactic and revert your pleasure. The jump from one high to the other kept you from taking that last step to release. You knew what you had to do.

“Steve,” you rasped, “let me cum?” You forced your eyes open to look into his heavy blue gaze.

He smirked. “Beg me nicely.” With a cry, you bucked down onto his hand, frustrated that he had slowed down to almost nothing. Steve tilted his head, waiting for you to take that last step.

“Please, Sir. Let me cum! I’m so close, and your fingers are so good. Please. Let me cum on your fingers. Then on your face and on your cock. I need it. I need to give it to you. Please, Steve. Please!”

Steve gave you what you needed, plunging his fingers deep into your slick and his thumb circling your clit. A strangled scream burst past your lips, quickly swallowed up in a kiss. He kept going. Faster and faster until your legs quaked and you feared they would collapse under you. Steve felt you clench in panic and stepped close, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and allowing your hands to fall to his shoulders.

When you couldn’t scream anymore, he withdrew from your pussy. Through half-lidded eyes you watched him suck his fingers clean. Then your jeans were rebuttoned. Your shirt brought down to cover your flushed skin. And then he stepped away like nothing had happened. The elevator dinged as it came back to life.

Had anyone entered, there wouldn’t have been any evidence to what happened except your smeared handprints and your blissfully exhausted expression.

“Recover while you can,” Steve mentioned. “Because I’m not done with you yet. And our floor is only a few seconds away.”

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Family Found Part 29: A Dangerous Road

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Starrcade is a success. On Monday night, some secrets about what happened at Survivor Series come out, making some people doubt the Reader.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, angst

Word Count: 3280

Note: I’m sorry if there are typos, I couldn’t get my fancy proof-program to connect. Now that Survivor Series is done, we’re getting into the more difficult stuff to write. The point of this series is to see if I can keep coming up with enough ideas to last a year. I am officially running out of the original ideas. Please let me know what you guys have liked so far. Also, due to storyline differences, Braun isn’t injured in mine. Part of me thinks he’s injured because he’s taking his vacation time. Should I write him out for that time, or keep him in? Any and all feedback super appreciated. Thank you, and enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 28: Not a Total Loss

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Starrcade – November 24, 2018 – Cincinnati, OH

The big eight-women tag match started the Raw matches for Starrcade. Ruby Riott sneered at the other team from between Tamina and Mickie James. On the other side, Nia Jax, Rhonda Rousey, and Ember Moon glared back. The last two members of the teams, Sasha Banks and Bayley, kept a level gaze with each other. Something Natalya noticed from her seat on commentary.

“That Sasha-Bayley glare is going to lead to something either disastrous or something great!”

Nia and Tamina started off. Their moves made the ring shiver, and their teammate’s legs to wobble on the apron. Ruby tagged herself in and did a decent job keeping Nia off her feet. Rhonda tagged herself in, sending Ruby running back toward the ropes so the ref had to make her back off. Thwarted, she turned to Ruby’s corner and knocked everybody off the apron. Sasha was gone before she got there, running along the apron and dropping to the floor with Ruby’s neck in her hands, making it bounce between the ropes.

“Told you!” Natalya shouted, slightly disappointed that the rest of Sasha’s team didn’t notice.

Bayley ran around and checked to make sure nobody did, taking out Mickie on the way by and starting a series of conflicts on the floor. The rotation continued inside the ring, keeping the ref’s head on a swivel. Ember tagged in from Bayley, and caught Mickie in Total Eclipse, ending the match. Sasha shot one more look at Bayley, who nodded back.

***

Curtis Axel and Bo Dallas bounced around in the ring, hyping up the crowd until Titus and Apollo Crews came in. When their match began, it was pretty even. Titus and Bo started it off with a quick series of hits and moves. Curtis had a hard time keeping up with Apollo’s acrobatics, but he took him to the mat for an almost pin with his strength.

In the corner, Titus disappeared from sight, which was incredible considering his height. When Apollo and a camera were able to circle around the ring post, they found his tag partner on the ground with Braun Strowman sitting on his chest and raining blow after blow into his chest. The ref called for the disqualification, making Titus and Apollo the number one contenders for the Raw tag titles.

“How are they supposed to fight their best after such a beat down?” Michael Cole wondered.

Corey Graves sighed. “I think that was the point, Cole.”

***

The dark arena was illuminated by several beams of light onto a single spot. “Hello, I am Elias.” He strummed, playing out a cheerful ditty. He paused and looked around. “You know, I should have lowered my expectations for Cincinnati. Even still, they would never have been low enough for this crummy town. I mean, what do you expect from the birthplace of a guy like Dean Ambrose?” He chuckled and went to play again, but Baron’s music interrupted.

“We don’t have time for this, Elias. Not that anyone actually wanted to hear you play.” Baron strutted down the ramp.

“Nobody really wants to see you wrestle either, but here we are,” Elias shot back. He grinned wide and ‘welcomed’ Baron into the ring. His momentary tag partner growled on his way through the ropes.

Seth and Dean entered next, the white and gold belt on the shoulder furthest from Dean. He tapped it, looking pointedly at the two men in the ring. Dean tightened his wrist tape.

They all fought hard, each barely giving the other an inch. Dean almost had Baron in a Dirty Deeds, but Elias swooped in and helped spin him out of it. Seth rushed in with a quick tag, only to catch a jumping knee from the Drifter, dropping to the canvas like a stone. The referee was able to usher their opponents out of the ring while Dean rolled Seth back to the corner so he could claim the tag. He had to fight both of them while Seth recovered. Just in time, they traded spots so Seth could Curb Stomp Baron.

Individually, the losers made their way back up the ramp while Dean and Seth mocked them from the ropes.

***

“The following match is for the Universal Championship!”

Finn held up his title, standing still even though the referee held an arm up to keep him from moving forward. Drew McIntyre was still too. Jojo left the ring quickly, rushing to her seat safe and far away from the ring long before the bell rang. It was for the best because it was still ringing when they engaged.

From every hit and bounce of Finn across the ring, it looked like Drew was going to take the night and the title. He was quicker than Finn. Three steps ahead. Studied in Finn’s patterns. Every which way that Finn turned, Drew was there with a strong fist or a Scottish boot that never quite made a full impact.

Renee pressed her headphones tighter onto her ears, listening intently to the ring mics. “Can… can you guys hear that?” The announce table got quiet. “Is… is Finn-“

“It sounds like he’s growling.” Corey gulped.

Drew tossed the champion across the ring again towards the ropes. Instead of bouncing off of them like usual, Finn caught the top ropes and froze. His back muscles rippled like he was still in a fight, though he wasn’t moving. When he turned, Drew involuntarily took a step back. Balor had the reigns. And he took vengeance on being toyed with by taking his turn to throw Drew around the ring. He finished with a sharp Coup de Grace and a flex that eased away into Finn’s exhausted, but proud, smile.

***

***

Monday Night Raw – November 26, 2018

When the show began, you and Stephanie McMahon were standing in the ring. There was a small, tall, round table between you, and the Raw women’s division on either side. With a deep breath to calm your nerves, you ignored Stephanie’s hard ‘impress me’ face and dove right into what you had to say.

“Twenty-eighteen has been a monumental year for the women’s division. Most recently there was the all-women pay-per-view Evolution, which was a fantastic hit. In my short time as general manager, I have been able to see the talent of each and every woman in this ring, and that of the talent on Smackdown, right in front of me. And each week it astounds me. But I can’t help think something has been missing.”

Around the ring, the women nodded in agreement.

“Last week I made the announcement that a new title would come into play for this division. Tag team titles. Tonight, Stephanie McMahon and I have the privilege of reveling those titles to you,” you said, looking around the ring, “and to you, the WWE universe.” The crowd cheered, making you beam as you took the half step to the table. With a nod, you and Stephanie each tugged at one layer of fabric, pulling it back to reveal the new Raw women’s tag team titles.

The gold accents glittered under the lights. Breathtaking. “But I’m not done. Tonight, we will have the first match in a tournament to determine the first tag team champions. And that first match will start-“

“In just a moment, I’m sure.” Ruby Riott stepped out of the line, flanked by Liv and Sarah. “I can’t deny that we have made waves this year, but I have to say we have not made the progress we should have. These titles are coming to the Riott Squad first because no one else in this ring deserves them. We will hold them, defend them, and prove that our Riott against what the women’s division is justified. The women’s division is weak. A bunch of sniveling little girls who whine when they don’t get chances. Who aren’t willing to fight with every ounce of what they have to achieve a goal. Or if they do, it isn’t enough.”

Stephanie shot you a look. Control this. You nodded back. “That is a fantastic plan. And you will have your chance.” The Riott Squad sneered in delight. “But not tonight.” Their faces dropped. “Perhaps another week. In the meantime, would you please get out of the ring?”

***

In one corner, Ember and Dana Brook whispered to each other, planning how they were going to win the match. On the other side, Nia and Tamina shared a look. They may have been on opposite sides at Starrcade, but why divide the two most powerful women on the roster? They proved that power by tossing each woman from one side of the ring to the other. Ember and Dana each had a good moment, taking the taller women out at the knees and then following up with another hit that made it possible to try for a pin. It was few and far between, but they were good attempts. Attempts that were like irritating bee stings to Nia and Tamina.

They took their vengeance by thwarting both Ember and Dana’s finishers and rerouting the energy into their own devastating moves. Tamina pinned Dana while Nia had Ember by the hair on the outside. The steel stairs fell apart as Nia send Ember through them. She grabbed a mic while Tamina rolled Dana out of the ring.

“This. This is what the women’s division is. It’s power. It’s a fight. We,” she motioned between them, “are the women’s division. Those tag titles are going to be ours, make no mistake. But my ambition doesn’t stop there. Natalya, get out here. I know you want to finish what Ember started, but I’ve taken care of her. You know what I want.”

Natalya came out to the stage, her title over her shoulder and an over-bright smile on her face. “Yes, sweetie? I think I do know what you want. You want this.” She tapped the belt. After a moment’s thought, she nodded. “And you know what, I want to see you try. Next week. I’ll see you there, and I’ll see you fail.” She dropped the mic and held the title high, walking backward until she was backstage.

***

Back in your office, Stephanie was proudly looking at the women’s tag titles sitting on their pedestal. “I have to admit, despite the fiasco at Survivor Series, I’m looking forward to your future time as general manager here. These are a great idea.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Ah-“

“Stephanie.”

She smiled. “I may have been… irritated with you last week, but there’s still no need to be so formal. Keep up the good work.” She didn’t wait for a reply before leaving. You had about two seconds to breathe, then Dolph Ziggler invaded the space.

“You need to have a serious talk with your monster,” he spat.

Oh dear. “What are you talking about?”

He grit his teeth, glaring at Braun as he came into your office too. “I circled back to the security at Survivor Series. I know who attacked me. Originally I thought it was Sheamus or his teammate, Cesaro. But that’s not what the camera showed. Instead, it was a great big Strowman fist that bounced off the back of my head. It’s amazing I didn’t end up with a concussion.” He rubbed the back of his head for emphasis. “He needs to be controlled-“

“I asked him to do it.”

Dolph and Braun froze. You stood, calm and collected, and met Dolph’s eye. He blinked in surprise. “You… you what? Why?”

“I asked Braun to keep you from the match for two reasons. One. It was a match that didn’t need to happen in the first place, but you went ahead with it despite my direct order not to. I can’t have that kind of insubordination on my roster.”

Dolph sputtered and growled. Braun moved to step between you, but you raised your hand.

“Two. It was an excuse for the trainers to finally check you out. They had noticed that you had been favoring your knee in matches, and then came to me when you kept ‘missing’ your appointments.” Now Dolph looked sheepish, but you ignored that and continued. “No matter. Everything worked out. I won my own battle. You got the rest you so desperately needed. And, you have been cleared to compete again. Congratulations.”

He was at a loss for words. You could almost physically see the wheels turning in his head as he turned on his heel and left your office.

Braun waited until he was gone before gently tapping your shoulder. “This isn’t going to become a habit, right?”

You shook your head. “As long as people don’t keep secrets from me, I won’t keep anyone from them.” He didn’t seem to believe you, so you pressed. “What are you worried about? If I ever need to ‘take you out,’ I’d have to call over to Smackdown for Big Show. And that probably wouldn’t even work. All former matches considered. But we’ve been working well together. So, I don’t see any foreseeable problems. Do you?”

“No,” he rumbled.  

“Good.” You gave him a curt nod. “Now, good luck with your match tonight.” It took no small amount of focus to keep your tone and expression calm while Braun thought over the underhanded threat. When he left, you finally let out the breath you’d been holding.

***

Titus and Apollo didn’t hold up much better against Dr. M and Braun than they did on Saturday. This time, Dr. M was in the ring the most, trying out new tricks and laughing as the old ones continued to be useful. He was fully engaged in the match and enjoying himself. On the other hand, Braun seemed distant. Going through the motions was still more than Titus World Wide could handle, but it nearly caught him in a pin more than once. It was beginning to grate on Dr. M that Braun kept tagging himself out.

“Braun!” Dr. M called. “Focus on the healing at hand.” He held out his palm, calling him in to engage. On the canvas, Apollo was crawling back to his corner, where Titus was struggling to climb back onto the apron. The doctor crowed with triumph as Braun accepted the tag. He continued to grin with pride as Braun finished the match. They were champions for another week. Dr. M turned from the carnage in the ring. Now, he could focus on the original plan.

***

The pen in your hand clicked shut just as Dean walked in. You smiled brightly, letting it dim only a little when he didn’t smile back. “I can see already that you don’t approve.”

“You’re a smart woman, Y/N. I figured you knew on Saturday or before that I wouldn’t approve. Look, Dolph isn’t my favorite person, but calling a hit on him? That’s… that’s not what I was expecting from you.”

Another techie handed you a clipboard to sign. “It’s not what a lot of people expected of me. I didn’t expect it of me. But as Survivor Series came rolling up, I saw how much it mean to Stephanie and to you guys, then Dolph made that match… I couldn’t let it happen. There was already too much hanging in the balance. My control over my personal life was something I needed to handle myself.”

Dean fiddled with the hem of his sweatshirt sleeves. “You’re headed down a dangerous road.”

“No, I’m not. I know what I’m doing. I’ve established that I’m willing to do anything for Monday Night Raw, and I’m going to hang onto that power.” With a sigh, you waved another clipboard away. “But I didn’t call you in here to get scolded. You’ve got a match tonight. But… what kind of a match do you need? Easy? Ambrose versus the world? Or-”

“Give me the worst odds, or at least some bad ones,” he said, giving you the slightest grin.

“I figured. Then, head to the ring. And have fun.”

He was almost gone when he turned back. “We’re not through with this discussion, young lady.”

You giggled. “Yes, sir, Deano, sir!”  As he left, you had to agree; this was far from over.

***

The match you made for Dean was a three-on-one handicap match.

Jinder Mahal had Sunil start the match, and then when Dean tired him out, sent in Samir. Only after they were both too exhausted and at risk of not being able to kick out, then and only then did Jinder tag in. By then, Dean was starting to move a little slower. Something the Maharaja had been counting on. He successfully sling-shot Dean around the ring into the ropes and turnbuckles.

But pride is not power.

The crowd’s cheers helped Dean get to his feet, despite being in a chokehold in the center of the ring. Jinder looked to his corner as he began bouncing back and forth on the ropes, powering up to something. The Singh brothers were still splayed out on the ringside floor. By the time Jinder turned around, Dean was there with a kick to the stomach and a satisfying Dirty Deeds.

When it came to Dean, the odds rarely ever mattered.

***

Seth strolled through the hallways around Gorilla, smiling when he found who he was looking for. “Hey, I’ve got a proposition for you.”

Barely looking up from his phone, Finn chuckled. “Oh. And what would that be?”

“A match tonight. But, with a little extra.” He smirked when Finn put his phone away, obviously interested. “You pick a teammate, and I’ll pick someone. That way it’ll be a different match that Clash of Champions. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Deal. Then… I’ll meet you in the ring. If you can find anyone so late notice.”

Finn rolled his eyes. “I could say the same to you.” He watched him leave, then went in a different direction to finds someone to tag with.

***

Both men found teammates that they knew would the other pause. Mojo Rawley entered with Seth, and Elias entered with Finn. The demon king and the drifter sang for a little bit, even though one was royally off-key. The discordance continued into the match. Each time Finn was in the ring, and Mojo wanted to tag out, Seth refused to tag in. The way around with Elias. For the majority of the match, the last-minute additions were the ones doing all the work. And they noticed. And they didn’t like it.

Seth tried to tag out as Finn was forced into the ring. Instead of accepting the tag or dropping to the floor, Mojo sucker-punched his partner. “Pin him,” he shouted at Finn. The Irishman shook his head, backing away into his corner. Soon he was face-down on the canvas too. Across the ring, Mojo and Elias shared a look. They eased their way through the ropes, eyeing one another with distrust as they crossed to beat up the other’s teammate. Both went for a pin. Seth and Finn kicked out, sharing a look as they huffed and puffed.

The match was done. Everybody knew it. So, Elias and Mojo left the ring. Before they could make it far, Seth and Finn took turns sailing over the ropes and landing on them. Two, three times Mojo and Elias were able to stagger to their feet. Three times, the champions sent them back to the floor. When they didn’t rise a fourth time, Seth and Finn accepted their titles from the ref. They leaned against the ropes and laughed, knocking their titles together in a toast.

Part 30: Challenge Accepted

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No More Whispers

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Prompt: “Peyton Royce smut where the reader is insecure about how good she is in bed and Peyton shows her that she’s really good at what she does?”   @dirtywwefics  

Warnings/Promises: thigh riding, SMUT (f/f), oral (reader giving), dirty talk, implied further smut

Word Count: 970

Note: Sorry it’s a bit short, I cut right to the smut. This is only my second F/F fic, so please tell me if there’s anything I can improve. Tag lists and requests open as always. Enjoy!

It was something you’d never ask. At the same time, the question burned the tip of your tongue. There was nothing to get wrong otherwise. Peyton was perfect. With the way her perfect lips would part and how breathy she would get as she came.

Maybe that was the problem.

In the ring, or hanging with Billie, she never shut up. Her mouth was constantly moving and she reacted to the world like fireworks. Everything was so exciting. But with you? In bed?

Something must have been wrong with you if all you could get her to do was breathe heavily.

You were just packing up when she came home. Damn. She wasn’t supposed to be back for a few more hours. Now there was no escape.

“What’cha doin’?” Peyton plopped down the bed next to your half-full suitcase, making her short skirt flutter around her. “We’re home this week.” Her smile faded as you avoided looking her in the eyes. “Y/N?”

No. Don’t tell her. Because if she agrees…

“Talk to me, Baby.” She tried to take your hand, but you ripped it away. “Did I do something wrong?” she whispered.

Fuck.

“No,” you croaked, already on the verge of tears. Your walls crumbled down. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

She stood and wrapped her arms around you, pinning your arms to your sides. “Then what happened? What’s wrong?”

“Me. Like everything. It’s just me.”

Payton watched, heartbroken, as you tried to find the words.

“I’m not enough for you. I don’t know how I could be. It’s better if I just leave.”

She turned you around and cupped her hands around your face. Her thumbs wiped away the tears that had managed to squeeze out despite your weak attempt to hold them in by tightly closing your eyes. You shivered as she kissed over them. The words fell out like hot coals. Your insufficient ability to make her feel good. How much you wanted to be better. Wanting to make her shout and tremble. That you didn’t want to leave.

“Then don’t.”

Her lips were soft. And tasted like her flavored lip gloss, sweet and bright like her. Your hands traveled on their own. Up her body and into her hair. You pulled her closer to you, fisting the back of her shirt in your hand. Her touch was still on your cheeks, stroking them and pushing your hair away from your face. With her guidance, you fell to sit on the bed. Peyton fell with you, the separation of her thighs landing over your leg and her thigh locking between yours. She began to roll her hips, humming into your mouth. You rolled too, gasping as the angle clicked into to place and the seam of your jeans pressed at your clit just right.

Working your hands back down her body, you caught her hip to make it pause. She gasped as you flipped up her skirt. Her panties were soaked through and had left streaks on your pants.

“See what you do to me?” Peyton smirked. She moaned as you ran your fingers up and down the fabric. Her lips parted for a whining sigh when you sucked her off your fingertips. “Do you want more?” She stood and dropped the soaked fabric to the floor. And then her skirt.

Eagerly, you nodded and let her straddle your face. The first taste sent a shockwave through her body. Her head lolled to one side. With another tentative suck to her clit, Peyton whimpered, shedding her shirt and bra to cup her breasts. With each twist of her fingers around her nipple, you couldn’t help but lap at her sex hungrily. She was already starting to glow.

“You taste so good, baby,” you murmured, humming into her pussy. She softly cried out as you curled two fingers alongside your tongue. “Please let me hear you.” You scissored her open, happily drinking her as she called out your name. “Just like that. Let me hear all of you,” you said, louder so she could hear you over her own sounds. She stopped holding back and let everything drop from her lips. Her pleas. Your name. Tiny directions that made your skin flush. Peyton did want you. That made you squeeze your thighs together most of all.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

You worked faster, using her reactions to move and curl and scissor her into a frenzy. When she gushed into your mouth, you kept going. Peyton shuddered and fell off her perch, hissing as you followed and pinned her to the sheets. Your hips rolled and thrust against the bed. Peyton had scrambled back and was propped on the pillows. Her hands were woven into her hair. The graceful curve of her neck was accented by the arch of her spine. You reached up with one hand to press against her stomach, feeling the muscles contract.

The second mangled scream as she came sent your hips stuttering from their pace. Your body finally relaxed, and you let her go. It was several minutes to catch your breath. Peyton shimmied down the bed to lay beside you, curling your hand in hers.

“I didn’t mean to be so quiet on you,” she whispered. “I was always trying to hear you. All those sweet things you say to me. Didn’t want to miss a word.”

You nodded. “I can be louder if you want to be louder. Much, much louder. I was trying to hear you too.” The both of you giggled. You wriggled closer to each other.

“No more whispers. I promise,” she said. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

Peyton nodded. “Good.” Then she was pulling you to sit on top of her. With a smirk that made you blush, she ran her hands up your thighs. “Now it’s your turn.”

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