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.
“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.”
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!
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.
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.
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.”
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!
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.
***
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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.
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
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.”
The Reader has to take a match into her own hands when one of her wrestlers is attacked backstage. With that against her, and the other events of Survivor Series not playing to her favor, how can she prove to Stephanie McMahon that she is still the best option for a General Manager?
Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, some Sheamus x Reader, uneven match descriptions, probably some typos (sorry, wrote this quick)
Word Count: 5430 (I am so so sorry. It’s a big PPV!)
Note: It’s Capstone season for me, so some of this is a bit more rushed than I would have liked. Still, it turned out pretty good, and I’m getting excited for some things to come. Also, I have Becky still competing because my invasion was different, and she would not have been hurt in mine. Please let me know what you have been liking or disliking about my series. The tag list is still open. Enjoy!
Survivor Series – November 18, 2018 – Los Angeles, CA
Before the show could even get started, there was one more fight that needed to come into being. It wasn’t your problem. The stars were part of William Regal and Drake Maverick’s crews, and part of it was up in the air until after Saturday’s NXT: War Games. The cruiserweight champion, Buddy Murphy was pleased to see Tommaso Ciampa retain the NXT championship. So, on Sunday they met each other in the ring as part of the pre-show. NXT versus 205 Live.
You were in the PPV booth with Renee, Shane, and the regulars watching the match and listening to the join commentary team make their usual commentary. Mario’s ‘Mama Mia’ never failed to make you smile. Though first, you had to flinch. Ciampa technically weighed less than Murphy, but only by three pounds. And his stringy form was making some problems for Murphy each time he tried to catch him. But when he did… there was nothing Ciampa could do. The cruiserweight wasn’t one of the highest flyers, but he was plenty. If Ciampa couldn’t get up, then he was repeatedly at risk of getting pinned. Luckily for him, he was a sly character. He didn’t have to get to his feet, all he had to do was roll out of the way of a landing and let gravity fight against Murphy for him.
This strategy won. Ciampa’s hand was eventually held high, and he even went as far as to put a weary boot on Murphy’s chest for the event.
***
The wrestlers were still leaving the ring when a techie came up to you at the booth. He whispered in your ear something that made you jump out of your chair and rush back stage.
When you arrived, the trainers were already taping up Dolph’s knee and shoulder. “What happened? Dolph, if this is some trick to get out of the match-“
“I was attacked from behind. I’ve been looking forward to this match and you know it! Why would I have myself attacked?” He tried to stand to say as much closer to your face, but his knee gave out. The trainer had him lay back on the concrete floor. He gave you a look and shook his head. Dolph noticed and sighed. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”
You couldn’t tell if he was apologizing for getting attacked, or for challenging Sheamus in the first place. You assumed the former. It wasn’t his fault. “It’s okay. I’ll think of something.” You turned and walked a few steps away. “Something.”
***
The pop for Breezango was incredible. Although Fandango wasn’t going to be competing, it was still good to see their team entrance. Arm sling and all. The reaction for R-Truth and Tye Dillinger was almost as good, but most of the energy went towards rapping along. Tyler and ‘Dango got into it too.
It was a fun match. Tye and ‘Dango stayed on the floor while Tyler and R-Truth performed acrobatics against one another. Impressed by R-Truth’s flexibility, Tyler tried to do a split.
Tried.
Thankfully, his own flexibility helped him spring into his own impressive stance. And the battle continued. There was a five-second dance break, and some fashion feux-pas tickets given out to some audience members on the front row, and to Tye. He didn’t take kindly to this and got up on the apron to argue it with Tyler, which gave R-Truth the opening he needed. He rolled the officer up and won the pin. Tye tossed his ticket in ‘Dango’s face and left with his partner having won the first score of the show for Smackdown.
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Survivor Series officially started.
Sheamus made his entrance alone since Cesaro was going to go solo later. Backstage, you were in a rush and bumped into Shane coming back from the pre-announce table.
“What are you doing?” He motioned up and down to your hastily thrown-together gear. Technically it wasn’t really gear. Just some flexible skinny jeans and a black tank-top with the Raw logo on it.
You finished your hand tape. “What do you mean ‘what are you doing?’ Did you think I wouldn’t have a back-up plan?”
“You can’t just…”
“I know. Like you have never inserted yourself into a match. Or erroneously filled a team member spot or main evented or wore black and white stripes. Nah. Heaven forbid a manager get involved. Tonight, you guys are just going to have to deal.” You smirked and took a deep breath, squaring off to him. “A manager does what they have to, to keep the show going.”
Shane sputtered as you side stepped him to enter the arena.
Sheamus laughed as soon as your music hit. He leaned against a corner as you lifted a mic to your lips.
“Sorry, Sheamus. Dolph Ziggler won’t be able to fight you tonight. Oops,” you shrugged and continued down the ramp. “But what kind of manager would I be to deny the WWE Universe a unique match?” The mic bounced off floor and you entered the ring. The bell rang shortly after, and you began to circle one another.
Right out of the gate, Sheamus sling shot you into a corner and tried to take you out with a Brogue Kick. You dodged it easily, laughing. He smiled back and waited for you to take a turn attacking him. Before he could change his mind, you bounced off the bottom rope and swung a punch to his face, shaking your hand after the collision. He stumbled back, shock giving way to being impressed. There weren’t taking turns after that.
He caught your Seth-taught frog splash, and he was too big for you to Spear. You were to quick for him to trap in the ropes for chest slaps, and your self-preservation kept avoiding getting hit to hard. The ref was having more trouble getting you two to fight than the usual keeping wrestlers apart. You wanted to keep smiling at each other too much. After another evasion, you spun to sit on the ring post. When Sheamus turned to find you, you gave him a finger wave. Then you jumped, effectively catching him at the shoulders and dropping him to the canvas for the first attempted pin. It didn’t work, but that feeling of ‘almost’ was addicting.
You wore him down a few kicks at a time. Due to his tall figure and your lack of equal height, you aimed more at his thighs and stomach to cut him down to size. Occasionally you forgot to keep your arms up to block and took a punch to the head or shoulders that sent you spinning away. You had to avoid another Brogue Kick, wincing as his boot barley missed your face. With his knee still resting on the top rope, you scaled the turnbuckles and spun to give your punch more force. It hit Shamus square in the jaw and sent him to his back. One, two, three later, you won Raw’s first score of the evening. You had felt him tense at two and a half, but he didn’t go through with it. Something you confronted him about while the crowd cheered.
“Raw’s goin’ ta need the win. We’ve got the better teams.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah.” Hiding a true smile with a smug grin, you held out your hand for his. He took it and gave you the handshake. “Good luck with the rest of the show, Miss Manager.”
“The same to your team, Mr. Sheamus.”
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The second match was the first of the one-on-one matches. Natalya and Becky Lynch took a second to observe each other after the bell rang. For Natalya, it was just another match. Another chance to show how she deserved to be the women’s champion, for Raw and for herself. Becky saw it a different way, and she had expressed as much with her Twitter account. Natalya was another example of a legacy winning over the individual hard work of a roster. Because of this, Becky started the match at the same intensity as she did with her last woman standing match with Charlotte. Fast and brutal.
Desperate to slow the match to a glacial pace so she could catch a breath, Natalya caught Becky up in a series of holds. With each, Becky scrambled to the ropes or was able to contort her way out. So, Natalya changed her game. She met Becky blow for blow, and kick for kick. Dragged her to the center of the ring for holds. And still, Becky fought her way out. If she couldn’t beat Natalya, then her victory over Charlotte was a fluke.
And that could not happen.
When Becky had repeatedly beaten Natalya down to the canvas, she finished her off with a Dis-arm-her. She left the ring holding her blue title high, even as the ref handed the red one back to Natalya still recovering.
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The women of Raw squared off against the women of Smackdown. The blue brand ladies were running on a high note with their champion’s victory. Carmella was already bragging that she was going to challenge Becky next when she led her team of Charlotte, Sonya, Mandy, and Asuka to the next win. Ember rolled her eyes but kept that plan in mind. She turned to Nia, Sasha, Alicia, and Ruby for a few last words, then left the ring to give the first-round ladies their space.
Sonya and Ruby faced-off first. Sonya pointed back at Mandy. She had back-up from her own mini team is she needed it. Ruby was by herself in a team of people she had taken great pride in destroying. They met in a head-lock, with Ruby taking the opening advantage. They struggled back into the Raw corner, where Sasha tagged herself in and quickly flipped Sonya into the bank statement. The Smackdown team flooded the ring, dragging their teammate from the hold. The teams were forced away from each other by the ref, who noted the change of tags to Carmella and Alicia.
Each woman had a turn to shine. And when the moment was over and she began to dim, another tagged in and picked up where she left off. Alicia eliminated Mandy. Sonya eliminated Alicia. Ember and Asuka had a long engagement, but neither was able to eliminate the other. Nia tagged herself in and eliminated Asuka after a while that left her battered and bruised. Charlotte took that advantage and quickly rolled her into a Figure Eight, relying on her teammates to keep the others at bay. Ruby tried to sneak in to catch Charlotte off-guard but missed the tag that brought in Sonya, who eliminated her with a series of rough punches.
It was down to Ember and Sasha against the three remaining Smackdown women. Sasha leapt in and caught Sonya in another Bank Statement. This one was successful with the others engaged on the floor. Carmella was nowhere to be seen, leaving it to Charlotte to answer the empty tag. Outside on the floor, Ember was hunting for Carmella. She found her hiding behind a camera crew. Carmella screamed, making Charlotte turn from where she had Sasha ready for a pin. Sasha leapt up and rolled Charlotte onto her back, holding her down just long enough for the pin. They glared at each other. The Queen took her time leaving the ring, making sure Sasha was looking at her instead of watching her own back. Which is where Carmella entered with a superkick as soon as Sasha turned around.
Ember slid into the ring, eyes aglow with her victim in her sights. Carmella backed up into the ropes, ordering the ref to keep her back. She tried to escape to the floor, but Ember met her on whatever side she landed on. Carmella finally changed her tactic and fought back. She was captain. And she was going to make sure she was number one contender for her brand’s women championship. She tossed Ember around by her hair. Kept her on her knees. Spun her into corners so she could hit her fast in a place where she couldn’t get away. When it looked like Ember wasn’t going to make it, she turned to the crowd and started to gloat. By the time she had turned back, Ember was on the top turnbuckle. Carmella shrieked. It was cut short by the Total Eclipse and the following pin.
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The coed teams of Jimmy and Naomi Uso, and Bayley and No Way Jose met in the ring next. The women said hello to one another, and the guys shook hands. Then the bell rang. The match had the same rules as the Mixed Match Challenge. Naomi and Bayley started first. They were cordial to each other but didn’t hold back. Naomi was almost pinned after a series of Bayley-to-bellies. After she kicked out, she rolled out of Bayley’s grasp and tagged in Jimmy. Jose danced in from the other side, hip bumping Bayley on his way by. Jimmy danced for a while with him. But when his back turned, Jimmy ran for the ropes, drop kicking Jose just as he came back around. Jose kicked out at two, making Jimmy tag in Naomi with a huff.
It continued like that. Each team trying their hardest to beat each other down. Tagging out when it was time to switch tactics. In the end, Bayley and Jose didn’t have nearly as much practice working together as the married couple. There were no hard feelings after the pin. Goodbyes were said in a similar way as to the greeting at the beginning of the match. And all four of the wrestlers walked out of the arena together.
***
Logic left the building. Sanity entered the arena. And then Braun Strowman and Dr. M. The doctor wore a blood red lab coat with a ripped blue pocket. A detail that did not go unnoticed by the opposing team. Before they could take the fight to him, Braun took it to them. He controlled most of the fight while Dr. M watched from the floor and kept an eye on their third member, Wolfe. For the longest time, it didn’t matter if Killian or Eric were in the ring. Braun was more powerful, and he only had minimal difficulty in powerslamming Killian. But when they finally cornered him and took turns tagging in, they were able to get him to his knees.
Wolfe cheered them on while Dr. M scaled the ring, holding out his hand for the tag. Braun roared and burst from the corner. He staggered to the center of the ring where Young stopped him with a pair of fists to his spine. He fell to one knee again, taking the blows while Dr. M called out words of encouragement. Words that were strange and twisted and made Young pause. It was enough. Braun broke forward and tagged in Dr. M. Young was caught in the kiss-n-twist and Braun kept Killian from interfering. Raw had another win, making it even against Smackdown.
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The tie did not hold for very long. Shinsuke Nakamura and Seth had a match for the ages. United States champion versus the Intercontinental champion. The match was constantly moving, jaw dropping, and had the crowd on the edge of their seats. Even Corey was enjoying himself. Seth responded to Nakamura’s “come on!” with a shrug and a near-pedigree. His attempted frog-splash was diverted into a roll as he was thrown over Nakamura’s shoulder on the way down. They danced around the ring like the veterans they were, sometimes having to take a moment to smile in awe at their opponent.
Seth scooped Nakamura up in his northern lights suplexes, making the king of strong style wobble half-way to his feet, seconds away from falling to his knees. It was the opening he’d been waiting for. But on his way by, Nakamura ducked, and Seth tripped over his leg. Seth came back up, spinning around and ready for anything. Except a kinsha-sha. When Seth could blink without his vision blurring, he stared incredulous at his victorious opponent ascending the ramp.
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The Prince of Phenomenal met the Demon King once again. But this time, as man versus man. Finn passed his Universal championship out of the ring, and AJ did the same with his WWE Heavyweight title. When the bell rang, AJ rushed Finn, catching him in a head lock and pushing him back into the ropes. Finn wrapped himself up in the ropes, hanging out there until the ref was able to get AJ to back off. Then it was his turn. With a series of rope bounces, he had AJ flipped onto the canvas, kicked to the face, and down for the first attempted pin. They rolled away from each other, the seriousness of their matches setting in. Raw was down a win. If Finn won, the men’s elimination team had a chance to win the who pay per view for the show. If AJ won, it wouldn’t matter.
This lit a fire in both of them, making them run and jump and crash into one another. When they weren’t leaping at each other from high, they were interfering with the ropes and making everyone watching flinch with the landings. AJ jumped up on the ropes to do a Phenomenal Forearm to Finn on the floor, but he spun out of the way, leaving AJ with nothing to do with his momentum but fall back into the ring. When he came back up, Finn was there was a kick to the face. The Universal champion scaled the turnbuckles and finished the match with a coup de grace. Raw still had a chance. And the two leaders gave one another a ‘too sweet’ after taking back their titles.
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Before the men’s elimination match started, while the teams were still staring each other down, Dean and Jey stood across from each other. Dean’s fist let go into a Shaka that Jey mirrored. They shook their fists like they were tossing back a drink, then shared a smile. Kofi let them have their moment, but as captain, he scooted Jey over so he could stare Dean down.
The captains started the match. At the bell, Dean was already attacking Kofi’s head and shoulders with punches. Kofi was able to grab him around the waist and push his back into a corner but then needed to take a breather. He got it by placing his hand over Dean’s face and leaning ever so slightly. When Kofi had his rest, he stepped back, leaving Dean confused. But only for a second. Dean kept Kofi on the defense for most of the rest of their time in the ring. With a kick to the stomach, Kofi fell with a Dirty Deeds. Almost. At the last second, he kicked out and twisted Dean up for the pin.
Before the Raw captain could roll out of the ring in shock, Drew McIntyre was in the ring with a Claymore kick that eliminated Kofi. Cesaro stepped to him. The men were equal in strength and skill and height. Which made it hard for either to gain the advantage. When neither could even take the other down to a knee, they both backed off, tagging in different partners. Bobby Roode and Jey Uso entered the ring. Again, there was a match in skill. But Jey gained the upper hand and lucked out with a heavy drop-kick. Bobby Roode was eliminated.
Baron stepped in, angry that his team was falling apart so quickly. He ran at Jey, who dodged and sent the lone wolf out of the ring, who spun around the ring post and was back in the match in seconds. With a Deep Six, Jey Uso was taken out of the match. Elias and Drew rushed into the ring as Cesaro, Rusev, and Andrade came in to keep Baron from taking advantage of their downed teammate. Once he was safely out of the ring, everybody backed off. With the encouragement of the rest, Rusev entered the match. Baron narrowly avoided a Matcha Kick that would have made him vulnerable to a hold. Both Drew and Elias held out their palms for a tag. Baron growled and shied away. He should have been captain. If he had, they probably would have won the match by now. Another furious attack later, Rusev was eliminated.
Team Smackdown was livid. Baron wisely tagged in Drew when Cesaro entered. With a simple trip, Cesaro had Drew on his back and in perfect position for a spin. He let Drew go as Baron tried to interfere, slinging Drew into Raw’s corner where Baron could tag himself in. He was caught and spun too. Elias held his hands up in defense under Cesaro’s glare. Instead of interfering, he rolled Drew to the floor and pushed Baron further into the ring. Dizzy, Baron wasn’t able to fight back as well as he had before, and he was eliminated. Elias eased into the ring. He used Cesaro’s anger against him and continually beat him down to the canvas until he was able to roll him up for a fighting pin. Andrade rushed in just as Elias and Drew switched. No matter what they were going to do, he was a fresh man who had more energy than them combined. He eliminated Drew first, still reeling from Cesaro’s spinning. Then, avoiding Elias’s heavy hits and dangerous knees, Andrade was able to pin Elias.
Smackdown won Survivor Series with five matches to Raw’s four. Their first winning year.
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Monday Night Raw – November 19, 2018
It was inevitable. Still, you flinched to hear Stephanie’s boots approaching. Hopefully, your plan was going to be enough to wow her and the disappointed universe.
“This is unacceptable,” she spat, “we are the leading show for the WWE, and we should have won. You-“
“Hey, take it easy. I think we did pretty well, all things considered. We only lost by one match, and I won mine. On the fly, might I add.” You sighed. “In the long run, we’ve still got the lead. Raw won the last two years, and this has been Smackdown’s first winning Survivor Series. We’ll get them next year. I don’t really know why you’re so upset. Everyone tried their hardest, and we put on some great matches. Not a single won was an easy win. In my eyes, we are still the leading show. Especially now that everyone will work that much harder to prove it again. Don’t worry.”
“But-“
“Stephanie.” You gave her a soft smile. “It’s okay. This is Monday Night Raw. We will excel like we’ve always done. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got an announcement to make.” You headed for the door but turned and offered for her to go first. “Shall we?”
***
The women of Raw were already waiting in the ring when you and Stephanie arrived. Nervously, you spun the mic between your palms. “Well done, ladies. All of you. In my eyes, you were all a success in showing off the best female talent in the WWE. So, I think it’s time for a change. Another milestone. This Saturday at Starrcade, there is going to be a tag match. Four on four. The winners of that team will get first pick. ‘First pick of what’ you might ask. Well, the final product isn’t done yet, but Raw is going to have women’s tag team titles.”
The women gasped and hushed each other so you could continue.
“The winning team of Starrcade will get first pick of their teammate for the tournament to determine the first ever female tag team champions.” With a smile you let them flock you for hugs and thank you’s and handshakes. “Good luck everyone.”
You held the ropes open for your boss. She shook her head and met you on the apron. “And you were going to tell me… when?” Stephanie smirked. You were still in trouble, but not nearly as much as you had been.
In the ring, Ember picked up a mic before everyone could leave the ring. “Natalya, could you stay a minute?” She handed her mic to the champion, then went for another. “I’d like to have a word.”
“I’m all ears,” Natalya said brightly, motioning to her trademark cat-ear headband.
“You lost your match.”
She shifted the title uncomfortably on her shoulder. “So did a lot of people. Why? Do you think you could have done better?”
Ember cocked her head. “Maybe I do. I was the captain of the winning elimination team. And as such, I deserve a title shot. And I want it at Clash of Champions.”
Biting her lip and looking off into the crowd, Natalya scoffed. “What? Starrcade too soon for you?”
“No,” Ember sing-songed. “I’m going to be busy already. I’m going to be in that tag match. Making history. And then… I’m coming for your title.” She pouted mockingly. “That’s enough time for you to prepare. Get those last pictures and stuff, right? They’re all you’re gonna have of that title once I claim it.” She dragged a finger down the red and white, then across Natalya’s shoulder blades on her way around to the ropes. “Enjoy it while you can.”
***
Backstage, Sasha stopped in her tracks and rolled her eyes. She turned around to go the other way, but Bayley stopped her.
“Sixty seconds. That’s all I need. Hear me out.” She waited for Sasha, who crossed her arms with a sigh and set her gaze on her former best friend. “The world is changing. It’s getting bigger, and there are new opportunities. Like the new Raw women’s tag titles. We both know the group that’s going to do anything to get their grubby hands on them first. But what if they didn’t make it.”
Sasha squinted. Bayley’s time was almost up, but now she was listening.
“We are the best at what we do. But for the past several months we’ve turned it against one another. It’s weakened both of us. You don’t have to like me. I don’t have to like you.”
“We just have to work together,” she added.
Bayley grinned. “I’m glad we can agree on something.” After half a nervous breath, she held out her hand. Sasha took it and gave it one hard shake before continuing her way down the hall.
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“I once held the whole world in my hands.” Dr. M peered out over his firefly followers with Braun standing right behind him. “I rose up and up and then fell into a pool that cleaned out the cobwebs in my mind. And I realized, the world I held was not rotten and in need of salvation by fire like I had originally thought. I realized it was just sick. In need of a doctor. It still needs salvation, make no mistake. Salvation from the depths the WWE has sunk to.”
Dr. M stroked at his beard, newly trimmed but still dark against the bright white lab coat. “This Saturday there is to be a match. Whoever comes out on the other side will be the number one contender for these badges of honor.” Behind him, Braun lifted the tag titles to show them off. “But there is another, more desperate matter at hand.” He breathed deep. “The sickness. The illness that has taken these athletes and lulled them into a false security. To heal anyone, I must first go to the one who was infected first.” Dr. M grinned. “Starrcade. Then… the purification begins.”
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“Dean. Dean!” Seth jogged to catch up with Dean. “Where’ve you been all day?”
“Nowhere,” he mumbled. Dean shrugged Seth’s hand from his shoulder, but Seth grabbed at his forearm.
Seth shook his head. “No, no, no, no, no. Don’t avoid me.”
“I’m not going to talk to you about this.”
“I know, but Y/N is busy-“
“She’s in hot water because of me. I wasn’t going to talk to her either, brother.”
“No. Just listen.” Seth succeeded in getting Dean to face him. “It’s not your fault. There were four other guys in that match. And four other matches that could have ended differently. A whole mess of things that were out of your control.”
“Actually,” Baron stepped into the light, overshadowing Dean. “It was. You were the captain. There were four of us who could have started that match better. You got us off on the wrong start.” He leaned closer to Dean’s face as your cousin bit back a growl.
Seth stepped between them. “Hey. You didn’t do so hot yourself, mister lone wolf. You made sure the team lost when you wanted to do everything by yourself.”
“I eliminated more of Smackdown than anyone else. And who are you to get into this? One of those ‘other four matches’ was yours. And you lost it.”
“Shut up,” Seth and Dean chorused. Just Baron was about to bite something back, they froze at the sound of a guitar.
Elias walked up. “I have to agree… with Baron.” Everyone looked confused. Including Baron. “You also lost your match, Seth. You’re supposed to be ‘the man’ and this great pinnacle of wrestling skill. But you fell flat,” he said, twanging his guitar strings. “A champ is not a champ if he can’t win matches.”
Dean had to be the one to step between them. “You’re the one that got pinned, cockatoo.”
Seth pushed against his arm. “And I bet you think you’re the guy to step up, huh?”
He grinned. “If you think you can handle it after such a sweeping loss.”
“You’re on.”
Elias’s eyes raked over the title on Seth’s shoulder as he turned to leave. Baron gave one last hard look at Dean, then went his way too.
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It didn’t take long for the Seth and Elias’s match to get nasty, even with Dean there to run interference from anybody who tried to get involved. Seth flattened himself against the barricade as Baron swept past. Baron moved to attack again, but Dean hit him from behind. Elias reached over the ropes and grabbed at Baron’s vest, effectively unbalancing him over the apron where both Seth and Dean could attack his rib cage. When Elias let go, Baron sagged to the ground where Dean could keep a close eye on him.
“Stop messing around and get in here,” Elias said, nodding towards the ring. He stepped to the center of the ring, ignoring Seth’s dramatic huffs.
They kept going. Elias was sure that the match with Nakamura would have exhausted Seth, but he was mistaken as to the amount. With a series of Northern Light suplexes, Coasts to Coasts, and a Curb Stomp, Seth retained his Intercontinental Championship.
Later that night, you announced that the four of them would have a match at Starrcade on Saturday.
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“Congrats on your win tonight. To bad about your loss on Sunday.”
“Yeah, yeah” Seth chuckled, shifting his title on his shoulder. “I’ve already been over that tonight, and I’m not looking to do it again.”
“T’at’s too bad. So much for Monday Night Rollins. Guess that doesn’t extend to other nights of the week.”
Seth spun. “Really? That’s how you see it?”
“T’at’s how I see it.” Finn’s forehead creased as he watched the cogs turn in Seth’s head. “Watcha thinkin’ about there, Seth?”
The man chuckled. “You remember a couple weeks ago I said I would hold both titles by the end of the year? How would you like the chance to prove me wrong?”
Finn slowly grinned. “It’s one of my fav’rite things. Shall we set tha date for Clash of Champions?”
“Yes. Unless you lose your match to Drew tonight. And again, on Saturday. Then… I guess I’ll have to make the deal with him.” He gently patted Finn’s shoulder before walking off.
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The main event was to determine if Drew McIntyre was going to have a title shot at Starrcade. But he had to beat Finn first. Which he did, carrying the rage and frustration over from losing in the elimination match. Finn’s high over beating AJ Styles again wasn’t enough to keep up with the Scotsman.
The combination of a Glasgow Kiss and a well-timed Claymore Kick wiped the champion out for the pin. And put at risk Finn’s title reign.
Note: Simple indulgence smut. Written for pre-series Dean when he was still hunting with John. Wrote pretty much all of this just for the ending. Sorry, not sorry. Tags and requests open, as always. Enojy!
At a first glance, the man at the other end of the bar was good looking. With a second, he had upgraded to hot. And with a third, combined with his flirting and rumbling voice… he was downright sinful.
“And does the mysterious man have a name?” you asked, finishing your drink.
“Dean. May I ask for yours?”
“Y/N.”
Dean noticed your lack of drink and ran his fingers over yours curled around the glass. “Can I refill that for you?” He was shoulder to shoulder with you now, radiating heat and smelling like oil and something woodsy. He smirked as you snapped out of staring.
“Actually-“
He dropped into a poorly-masked frown.
“I had been hoping to go home. Can you make sure I get there safe?” You looked up at him, cursing under your breath at how his green eyes glowed. And realized how jealous you were of his eyelashes.
“Sure thing.” Like a gentleman, he offered his arm and opened the door for you. Home was within walking distance, but you couldn’t say no to his sleek black ride that purred so beautifully. He pulled up to your place and was about to go leave to get your door, but you stopped by placing your hand on his bicep. Damn, even that felt perfect.
You licked your lips. “I don’t want to say goodnight just yet.”
Dean turned in the seat to face more towards you. “Okay, sweetheart.” He scooted closer and started to lightly trace his fingers up and down your arm. You shivered but angled to him more of your neck so he could continue feather-like over your sweet spot and throat. His touch drifted to your chin, and then his thumb was brushing over your bottom lip. He swallowed hard when your tongue darted out to lick it. You were about to suck it into your mouth when he stiffened up and started to grab something in the back seat.
“What-“
“Stay here.” He cursed as his door creaked loudly. Then he was gone, leaving you in the silence.
It was hard to breathe. Your skin, once prickled with desire, was now prickled with apprehension. Had he grabbed a knife? It couldn’t have been; it was too big. You peeked out the window, hoping to see Dean. From the darkness on the driver’s side to the buildings across the street you didn’t see him.
Instead, you saw a figure standing boldly under a street lamp. And he was looking right at you.
As you screamed, he crossed the street faster than you could process. He came to a stop outside the car, grinning at you. The scream died in your throat as more teeth descended from his gums.
“Didn’t your mother teach you not to play with your food?”
The man… monster turned to look towards the voice. There was a flash of metal and the sound akin to a sharp knife through fruit. Then it didn’t have a head anymore.
Your vision blurred but didn’t go out. Like a movie running on half-speed, you watched Dean drag the body into the darkness of the woods. A few minutes later, an older man showed up and waved Dean away. He came and helped you out of the car and into your home, bolting the door in every way available.
“I knew I missed one, dammit,” he mumbled. “Hope there wasn’t time to turn anyone. No, he was coming for her… because I…” Dean turned and ran his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I put-“
You wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned up to kiss him. He was too shocked at first to reciprocate, but when he did… he did. His arms tightened around you as your knees wobbled. Soon, your back was against the wall and he was moaning into your mouth. Panting, you both broke away for oxygen.
“Thank you,” you whispered. Shivering, you pressed yourself into his chest. Dean rubbed your back, easing everything inside of you that felt like it was flying apart. Once you had moderate control again, you sighed. “So… vampires are real. And they have a heck of a lot more teeth than Dracula.”
Dean chuckled. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure that was the last one-“
“Pretty sure?”
“-but I can leave you my number so you can call if you see anything.” He broke off with a grunt as you pulled out his phone yourself, brushing against his bulge, and typed in your number.
“There. Now when you call me, I can call you.”
“Perfect.” His gaze dipped to your lips, but he hesitated.
You ran your hands under his shirt, mentally thanking whoever made him for their hard work. “Please, Dean. I wanted you before. Now I really want you. I should be terrified right now, but instead, I feel absolutely safe. Here. With you.” Your eyes closed as his thumb ran over your bottom lip again. “Please.”
The kiss he replied with was gentle at first. Then as you gave access to his tongue, it turned hungry. You couldn’t feel enough of him and frantically helped him shed his shirt. He couldn’t taste enough of you, so he helped you out of your clothes too and nipped, and sucked, and licked his way across your body. Your collarbone. Your neck, sucking a dark mark there. Biting the tops of your breasts before laving over your nipples. Then down, down, down your stomach to the top of your jeans. He removed those too. And your lacy black panties after he’d appreciated them.
He groaned against your thighs as you gripped at his hair. Dean continued humming and making sounds that vibrated against your sex. When he curled two fingers into you, he found you slick to the point of dripping. His green eyes caught yours one more time, then he focused on making you scream. Soon, you had a leg tossed over his shoulder and a sore throat. Your supporting knee shook, ready to give out. So, Dean tossed that leg over his shoulder too, pinning you to the wall and bruising you with his grip. He sucked and lapped noisily at your sex, chuckling with pride as a light bite at your clit sent your eyes rolling in your head and your body to quaking.
The world shifted. Dean carried you to your room, needing only a few directions, and then laid you on your bed. Weakly, you reached for his belt buckle. He unhooked it for you, and let it drop with his boxers. Was there anything about this man that didn’t make you want to drool? Nope. Not one inch of him.
“Protection?”
“I’m on the pill.”
Dean crawled over you, capturing your lips once more. Desperately, you angled your body up trying to feel him. His hands pinned your hips to the bed before he began to fill you. One earth-shattering inch at a time. You clawed at his back as he bottomed out. He hissed with your nails in his skin and your walls gripping his cock. When they were fluttering less, he slowly eased back and forth, creating an easy rhythm that was still plenty to take your breath away. Still. You needed more.
“Dean, please-“ you did your best to thrust faster than him, urging him and whining. Your body shuddered and stiffened as he picked up the pace. His thrusts were at a risk of pushing you up the bed, so he pulled you to the edge and stood. With his hands strongly gripping your hips, all you could do was cry out with each pull of your body onto his.
He faltered, heaving to catch his breath. “You feel so good, baby. Come for me, please?” He pulled you down harder, twisting and angling his hips. Though his eyes were closed and his brow was creased, he beamed as you screamed when he found the place he was looking for. He continued to spear that spot until your body had nearly turned to jello. “Just a bit longer, sweetheart. Where do you want it?”
“In me. Come inside me, Dean.”
With a high pitched growl, he did a few thrusts later.
You were still trying to unblur your vision while he massaged your hips. He found the bathroom and a towel he could run under warm water so he could clean you up. Before he could do more, you pulled him into the bed with you, giggling as it took some effort to get under the covers. He fell asleep before you did. Not that you cared. His body was warm where you laid on top of it. But you did have to pinch his nose a bit to get through the light snoring.
Sleep came while you were thinking what it was going to be like waking up next to him.
***
In the morning, the bed was empty beside you. On the kitchen counter, you found a hastily written note.
Y/N, I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye, but something came up with family and I had to run. When I find my dad, I’ll come back. – D
For weeks you waited for a call. Months later, your lease was coming to an end, and you thought about staying for another year. But life was calling.
The captains are decided for the Raw teams through a new system that the reader designed. One more challenge is issued for Survivor Series that puts the reader’s personal feelings on the line.
Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, angst
Word Count: 2120
Note: The last pieces are in place for Survivor Series. And for the record, I had determined my version of the Smackdown women’s team almost two months ago. It made me giddy that I was so close, give or take Naomi since I’ve got her in a different match. Please let me know how you are liking the series. The tag list is open, all of them in fact, and so are my requests. Enjoy!
You walked out to the ring, smiling and bobbing your head along with your music. It took a minute to compose your self as you kept laughing. “So… Tuesday night was fun.” You giggled again. “I certainly learned a few things about how the blue brand runs a bit differently than we do. A lot of things learned, nothing lost. All in all, a profitable evening.”
It was impossible not to smile, even though you tried to descend into full manager mode. “Yet, the show must go on. Tonight is the last night before Summer Slam-“ The crowd laughed and you dropped your head with a sigh. “I just knew I was going to do that at least once. Now I do have to say the thing.” You took a deep breath. “Survivor Series is the one time of the year where Raw and Smackdown superstars go head to head.”
The Titantron lit up with the video of the Raw teammates. “On the guy’s team for Raw, there is Drew McIntyre, Elias, Bobby Roode, Dean Ambrose, and Baron Corbin. For the women’s team, Ember Moon, Nia Jax, Ruby Riott, Sasha Banks, and replacing Alexa due to injury, Alicia Fox. Would all of the team superstars come out here please?” As they filed down the ramp, you noticed one was missing. “You too, Baron.” He came out a minute later with a scowl.
As soon as they were all in the ring, you took to arranging them in pairs. “To figure out the captains this year, we’re doing something a little different.” You turned back to the crowd. “How many of you watch the Mixed Match Challenge on Facebook on Tuesday nights?” After the response, you nodded your head, impressed. “Cool. The following match is going to be something like that, except anybody can hit anybody. Preferably not your teammate. Well, except to tag them in, because you’ll have to. One team tagging in an opposite gender teammate will not automatically tag in all the others of the same gender. An actual tag will have to be made. The winning pair will be our male and female captains. Does everyone understand this?”
Alicia tentatively raised her hand and whispered you a question.
“No, you cannot change your partner. This match is also a test. A great captain has to be able to take whatever strategies are thrown at them. And they have to be able to work with the team that forms, despite any personal issue between members. So, no one can blame they didn’t make captain because of who ‘they got stuck with.’” Alicia frowned at first, but took a double take at Elias, her partner, and shrugged before sliding up close to him.
The match started soon after you left the ring. Each pairing had been built in a way you hoped would show off everybody’s strengths. Sasha was with Bobby, Ruby with Baron, Nia with Drew, and Ember with Dean. And of course, Alicia with Elias, who was a little unsure what to make of the whole thing.
Issues started off early when Nia and Drew missed getting a corner. Five teams and only four corners. Oops. She was able to keep him calm enough to negotiate sharing a corner with Sasha and Bobby. The guys stayed on opposite ends from each other. And it was amusing to watch how many pairs used rock-paper-scissors to determine who got to fight first. Ruby just took her chance, leaving Baron fuming. Nia, Bobby, Elias, and Dean joined her.
You were impressed. The entire match, there was never a time when there was all guys or all women tagged in at the same time. Baron was unfortunate to be the only guy in the ring one time. For the rest of the match after that, the men aggressively tagged in and out, trying to single out their fellow sex so they too could get tossed through the ropes by the ladies. The crowd was definitely enjoying it. The temporary alliances came out to be great team-building moments. And great tip-of-your-toes thinking when they fell apart.
In the end, Ember’s Total Eclipse took Ruby to the canvas, and everybody else was too exhausted to intercede. Dean bounced into the ring to congratulate her, then froze as she started congratulating him. They were going to be the captains of their teams.
A fact that seemed to hit Dean like a ton of bricks as the ref raised their hands in the air.
***
Tyler Breeze and Fandango waltzed into the view of their camera crew in a blinding display of matching blue sequined officer uniforms and matching aviators.
“Officer ‘Dango, reporting for duty.”
“Officer Breeze, reporting for duty.” They both saluted.
Fandango pointed at the lens. “We heard your challenge, R-Truth and Tye Dillinger. And we accept.”
“Well,” Tyler gently patted his partner’s chest, “I accept the challenge for the match. ‘Dango’s accepted the challenge to be in my corner at Survivor Series.”
“Sling or no sling, we’re going to win a… a win for Raw.”
Tyler dropped his voice. “Dango… you’re not in the match. You’re not cleared to compete.”
He readjusted his glasses and hat and tried again. “Sling or no sling… Breeze is going to win a win for Raw.”
“Close enough,” Tyler muttered. “We’ll see you at Survivor Series, Artie.”
“Artie?” Fandango’s brow scrunched as Tyler pulled out a piece of paper from his front pocket. He spelled out what was written. “R. Tie. I thought his name was Tye?”
Tyler shook his head. “You right, you right. We’ll see you at Survivor Series, R-Tye. No, that doesn’t sound as good.” He scratched his head. “Tye-Truth!”
Fandango nodded. “That was good, officer Breeze. I like it. Tye-Truth.”
“Thanks, Officer Fandango.”
Together they said, “to Survivor Series!” They shook hands and went opposite directions. A second later, Tyler crossed again to follow Fandango.
***
To find out who would face Naomi and Jimmy Uso in the coed match, you picked four superstars who didn’t make it onto the elimination tag team. Bayley and Jose had been attached at the hip since you told them. Tamina and Mojo were less enthusiastic, but both acknowledged each other as a powerhouse with potential.
That power continued into the match where they quickly gained the upper hand. Again, tagging in one wrestler did not automatically tag in the same sex. There were several amusing moments. Like Jose trying to get Tamina to dance. Which she did for a few seconds before blindsiding him. And Bayley attempting to Bayley-to-Belly Mojo, which turned into a regular hug that Mojo couldn’t escape. She was able to trip him up and hold him down for a two-count with that luck. The women were fighting on the outside when Jose deeply rolled up Mojo for the pin. The winning team left quickly, strategizing their match on Sunday before they’d left the arena.
***
“I can’t do it.”
“What?”
Dean ran his fingers through his hair. “I can’t. I’m… it’s your first Survivor Series at all, let alone as GM. Stephanie will… if we lose-“
You held up the file in your hand over his mouth. “Let me worry about any issues that might arise from Raw’s performance, ‘kay? Have some faith in your baby cousin,” you chuckled.
He pushed the file out of the way, incredibly serious. “I’m not Roman. I’m not the leader Raw needs. That you need, for the team.”
“Yes, you are,” you pushed back. Reaching up, you tapped the side of his head. “Somewhere in here is the brilliant, trash-talking, pep-talk master that got the Shield on a running start. You don’t have to be him. You just have to be you. It’s enough.”
Dean didn’t seem convinced but gave you a small smile before he left your office. Now it felt like the stakes were higher than ever. You just hoped that Dean would be okay, no matter what happened on Sunday.
***
The final round of the tag title tournament was next. The Revival and the Authors of Pain waited for the champions to arrive. They warily looked at one another as the fireflies came out to observe Dr. M and Braun making their entrance, titles over Braun’s shoulders. The teams claimed the center of the ring, staring at the champions as they reached the bottom of the ramp.
A flicker of lights later, Braun and Dr. M were in the center, and the others had been sent to stand ring-side. Braun handed the belts to the ref, and Dr. M motioned for the other teams to come back into the ring.
The bell rang as Rezar and Scott Dawson rolled into the ring and their partners took to the corners. Braun started first. He easily kept the men off their feet. Double choke-hold throws. Flinging one out of the ring and power slamming the other. He took turns tossing each into their corners so their teammates could tag in, then did the same to them.
Dr. M laughed as Drake Maverick watched his charges being demolished. He called to Braun, asking for a tag. Braun kicked Akam out of the ring and power slammed Dash Wilder before following the order. Dr. M entered the ring and picked Dash off the canvas. Scott tried to come to his partner’s aid but got caught by Braun. They were both knocked to the mat at the same time. Dr. M won the pin. Braun held their defended titles overhead. Then they were gone in the blink of an eye.
***
Dolph’s phone camera clattered to life. “I have my own challenge for someone on Smackdown Live.” He grinned. “Sheamus, I want to see you at Survivor Series. We’ve both been in the business for a long while, and it could be argued that we are the best. Isn’t that the point of Survivor Series? To identify the best of both brands?”
He looked away from the camera with a growl. “And there’s a more personal reason why we need to figure which of us is the best man.” Dolph side-eyed. “And I think we both know what that reason is.”
The camera shifted to front view, showing you talking with Seth and Finn Balor. When the camera flicked back, he smirked. Then the picture cut out.
***
Before the end of the show, both Seth and Finn had come to you with an idea. They were champions about to be facing champions. It only made sense that they should face each other tonight as practice. You agreed and set them in the main event.
Each man took great pride in showing off his skills. They had fought many times before, this was just a continuation of that but with an alternate motive. Yes, they wanted to beat each other. But this was also about making each other look good and giving an old friend a boost going into Sunday. Using the same move at the same time always made them smile. They shook hands throughout the match, restarting on a high note in rounds only they were paying attention to.
Finn dropped Seth with a sling-blade. He beamed and was about to climb the ring post for his finisher when Seth pulled him back to the center of the ring. Finn bent in half from a kick to his stomach and then dropped with the curb stomp. He was smiling and shaking his head even before Seth had moved away from the three-count.
Seth went for a mic and tossed on to Finn as soon as he was back on his feet. “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how Summer Slam should have gone that one time.”
“Are ya still harpin’ on that? You can’t change the past, Seth.”
The Kingslayer shrugged. “Still, if that’s all you got, maybe I’ll challenge you and hold both titles by the end of the year.”
Now Finn was intrigued. “Is t’at so?”
“Yeah.” They came to stand barely a step part.
Finn poked at Seth’s belt on his shoulder. “Anytime, anyplace. Say… Clash of Champions?”
“See you then. Good luck at Survivor Series.”
“Same ta you.”
They shook hands, then tapped their titles together, ending the show.
***
The final results of the Smackdown elimination teams came were full of powerful and talented wrestlers.
On the men’s team: Cesaro, Jey Uso, Rusev, and Andrade with Kofi Kingston as the captain.
For the women’s Team: Asuka, Mandy Rose, Charlotte, Sonya Deville, and Carmella as captain.
And, against your wishes, Sheamus accepted Dolph’s challenge. So, you began to make plans. Plans nobody was going to like, but ones that were necessary, all the same.
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