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Prompt: “When you have time love, do you think you’d be able to something with Tyler Bate and Pete Dunne? Where they meet the reader and both show interest in her and she shows that interest in both of them back, and it’s a slow burn into smut???”

Pairing: Tyler Bate x Reader x Pete Dunn

Warnings/Promises: Slow burn (as much as I can in a one-shot), angst, SMUT, threesome, oral (female and male receiving)

Word Count: 3000 (oops)

Note: This got a little out of hand. To my defense, there’s a bit more plot than usual. Please let me know if you guys liked it or not. Tag lists and requests are open. Enjoy!

The curtain closed behind you, minimally muffling the crowd’s cheering from your match. You were flushed and out of breath. Hair sticking out every which way. And your gear had gotten ripped in some places. Not that you could blame it for giving out at the seams. Dakota Kai was your best friend, but she did not take it easy on you. Ever. And she was waiting just outside of Gorilla to gloat when Tyler Bate and his partner Trent Seven walked up.

“That was a great match,” he said, ignoring the pointed look from Trent. “Your finisher is… unique. Inspired.”

Thankfully your face was already red to cover the blush. “Thanks.” Your heart thundered in your chest as Dakota left with a grin and Trent continued into Gorilla, leaving you two alone. “I like the shtick you and Trent got going. The mustaches are cool.”

“Thank you.”

In the silence that followed, the crowd getting hyped for the next tag match rang in your ears. You both inhaled to say something, then let it out with a soft smiling puff. Tyler motioned for you to speak first.

“I’ve got to go.”

“And I’ve got a match.”

“I’ll be watching. You guys always do such a good job.”

“And it is a pleasure to watch your matches as well.” He took your hand a placed a chaste kiss on your knuckles.

You gave him an awkward wave and left as quick as you could. Behind you and out of sight, Tyler facepalmed.

***

Before the night was over, you had your own tag match for next week. Though it was with an unlikely partner.

“I know your secret, Dunn,” Candice said as you rounded the corner. “If I have anything to say about it, it won’t be secret for long.”

Pete hadn’t noticed you yet, but you shivered at the power in his voice. “If I have anything to say about it, you’re gonna keep your mouth shut. Especially if you know what’s good for you.”

Candice scoffed. “Like you could stop me if you tried.”

You took that as a cue to intervene. As much as she was a rival, she had also been your training friend and you didn’t want to see her fingers get broken. “Might I suggest you stop while you’re ahead, sweetie?” Pete recoiled from the sound of your voice, surprised to see you. “You’re good, but Dunn would make it a quick match… if I don’t do it first.”

“If either of you lay a hand on her,” Johnny emerged from the darkness, “you’ll regret it.”

“Johnny,” you cooed, “done running from Aleister?”

“I haven’t been running,” he growled at you. Pete angled himself in front of you with a growl of his own. Johnny glared up at him but smirked when he noticed the title over his shoulder. “If anything, I’ve been looking for a competent competitor. And lookie here… here’s one, I think.” He tapped the UK title and laughed when Pete slapped his hand away. You bristled; Candice noticed and mirrored your stance.

“Why don’t you go back to irritating Tommaso?” You placed a hand on Pete’s shoulder and eased him to one side. His muscles calmed under your touch. “Or are you done losing to him?”

Candice snapped, “if you’re so interested in their tiff-“

“Started by you.”

“Maybe so. Maybe you should get more involved. The two of us versus the two of you. If we win, Johnny becomes number one contender for the UK Championship, and I join your upcoming title shot. Sound fair?”

The air was crackling with tension. Pete looked at you from the corner of his eye. You nodded. He stepped chest-to-chest with Johnny. “You’re on.”

He chuckled. “See you next week.”

When they had left, you turned to talk to your impromptu partner, but he had disappeared. You left with a sigh, though looking forward to getting to team with Pete.

***

A week later, you were not ready for the morning. It didn’t matter how long you had been doing this, a five-thirty call time for last-second training was still too early. In your half-sleepy state, you almost missed the cup of coffee being placed in your hand. The delightful warmth from the cup and the scent of your favorite flavor made you close your eyes in bliss and hum.

“If Dakota had told me you would be this happy, I would have done this a lot sooner.” Tyler was standing in front of you when your eyes snapped open. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. Dakota asked me to pick up your usual since she’s running late.”

“No, you didn’t… I mean… thanks.” To cover your inability to speak, you took a sip, moaning at that first blessed taste of caffeine.

Tyler eyes locked in on how your tongue darted out to your lips to catch every drop. He swallowed around the sudden dryness in his mouth, then tried to cough it away.

You froze, thinking he was trying to get your attention. Biting your lip, you dropped your gaze to anywhere else in the room. Your heart thundered in your chest. “We… we should probably go in.”

“Yeah,” he rushed. “That’s a good idea.”

“Thanks for the coffee. I owe you one.” You took two steps then felt a vice grip your heart. Did you just offer to meet with him for coffee? He didn’t seem to notice, instead continuing to the door so he could hold it open for you. “Thanks,” you mumbled again. Because your head was lowered, you didn’t see the blush rising in his cheeks.

***

That night, the match went really well against Candice and Johnny. Pete wasn’t going to have to fight him for the title, and you weren’t going to have to worry about seeing her in your future match. Well, not legally anyway.

You saw your first Pete Dunn smile as you left Gorilla. He turned to you, hyped up on the victory. “I have to say, I enjoyed that.”

“I did too.” And you had. It was an intense match, and there’d been quite the view. You weren’t going to complain about getting to see Pete in action up close.

“Where do you guys usually go after a match? I’ll buy you a victory drink if you’d like?” Childlike nervousness flickered across his face. He really wanted to spend more time with you.

Further down the hall, Tyler laughed at something Trent said. You thought back to the morning and felt the brick of guilt land in your stomach. Pete turned and saw them. Then saw your face and guilt. His shoulders slumped, but not surprised.

“We actually don’t go out,” you rushed, “I was just going to go home. But I’ll see you around. You guys are here for another week, right? Because you’ve got that thing with Dream next week.”

“And you’ve got your title shot.”

“Right.”

Again, the air crackled. But with a different energy. It made your skin prickle with discomfort, so you gave him a smile and a short wave goodbye. After a few steps, he called out to you.

“Y/N?”

You turned. “Yeah?”

He cleared his throat. “You… you fight good.”

Biting your lip, you failed to hide a smile. “Thanks. You make a great champion.”

“Thanks.”

Chuffing with a grin, you walked away. Pete knocked on his own irritated forehead while your back was turned.

***

A full six days later, after not catching a single glance of either, you found them. They were in their civilian clothes and were engaged in a shouted-whisper match that looked like it was two seconds away from coming to blows.

“Can you guys take a break for ten minutes?” you joked. Their serious faces and sudden silence encouraged you to choose a different tactic. “Look, whatever it is, you can solve it in the ring like everything else.”

“Not this we can’t,” Pete grumbled. Tyler shot him a look, then gently stopped you from getting closer.

“He’s right. We can’t. Not this battle. It’d be… barbaric. It’s really down to how to do this like gentlemen.”

Pete pushed him away. “I’m not a gentleman, and she knows that. Not everything has to be delicate.”

You laughed. “Since when can you guys not fight for a title in the ring? If duking it out in a parking lot is too barbaric, there’s always a street fight match-“

“It’s not the title. Any of them.”

“What?” Your heart stuttered in your chest. They were looking at you intently. “Then…” you mouth was suddenly dry, “what is it?”

They stood equal distances from you and from each other. Their breathing was calm. Meticulous. And their gaze… it kept flicking to your lips. To the other man. Back to your eyes and trying to read your face. Pete spoke first.

“You.”

“What he means is,” Tyler rushed, shooting him another look, “is we don’t know who you’d choose. We didn’t realize that we’d both been flirting with you until last week, and one of us was going to back off. But then… which one, you know? We didn’t know. We wanted to ask, but not like this and… help?” He shrugged at Pete.

“You’re the poetic one.”

“And you’re the ‘not gonna mince words’ one.”

They went at it again. They stopped when they heard you giggling.

“There’s another problem.” You licked your lip, getting butterflies with how they watched your tongue. “I don’t know either.”

The expressions that rolled between them was flipped from what you expected. Tyler looked at you then at Pete like he had a wicked idea, while Pete seemed shocked. Still, soon they were both darkly grinning after Tyler pulled Pete down to whisper in his ear. They each took one of your hands and tugged you to stand between them. A chill set into your skin, enhanced by the smothering of body heat they gave you.

“But would the lady be willing?” Pete rumbled.

Each shivering breath sent your body bumping into his chest, and back into Tyler’s pelvis. Tyler’s hand flashed out to catch your waist. His shuddering breath on your neck made you drop your head back to his shoulder. Pete took the angle to drag his finger up from the collar of your shirt, over the hollow of your throat, and up to your chin where he angled your face to look at him.

“Do you want to take this somewhere else?” He chuckled as you whined.

“Which one of us?” Tyler asked, nosing at your ear.

You panted. “Both. Both of you. Please.”

***

It was a miracle nobody saw you the whole way to your locker room. Pete never let go of your hand as you dragged him along, and Tyler’s touch never left the small of your back. As soon as the door slammed shut and the lock clicked, they were on you tearing away your clothes and placing hot kisses along every inch of your skin.

“Been dreamin’ of this since I first saw you,” Pete hummed into your shoulder. He let out an oomph as Tyler pushed your back into his chest and sank to his knees. Pete took the hint and kept nipping at your skin while bringing his hands around to your front. They splayed wide, warmer than your flushed skin. He held you close as you bucked at Tyler’s first hot breath over your sex. Tyler gripped your thighs when you moaned.

Between them, you knew you wouldn’t fall over. But you’d already fallen. For both of them.

You bit your lip while Tyler rendered your legs to jelly with his tongue. Pete’s hands traveled up your body to your breasts, toying with them. With a whimper, your eyes closed.

Pete nosed at your ear. “Stop torturing your lip, darlin’, we’ll give it something to taste soon.” He pinched roughly at your nipples, making you gasp. “And open your eyes. Look at me.” When you did, you realized they had set you up in front of your mirror. Pete’s eyes glowed darkly from the shadow over your shoulder. And you looked completely strung out.

The heat in your lower stomach took a jump when Tyler sucked on your clit. He took your bucking down towards his face to bury two fingers in you that curled quickly, searching for your scream-spot. The closer he got, the more you whined and arched back into Pete’s bulge, making him groan. Your legs tried to stutter close against the rush of pleasure. The scratch of Tyler’s beard on your inner thighs. Against the open-mouthed kisses along your neck that made it hard to breathe. But still, he searched. Tyler let out a pleased hum as your walls constricted around his fingers and you gave a shout.

“Now for the real fun,” he murmured, nosing at your stomach. You took as deep a breath as you could catch before he began.

For all his sweet words and dapper airs, Tyler Bate was a fiend. And dammit, Pete had known. The UK champion held you tighter than you could squirm as his peer noisily slurped and drank up what your body poured. You reached back with one hand for Pete’s length still trapped in his pants. With the other, you wove your fingers into Tyler’s hair. He nipped at your thigh when you gave it a tug.

Pete nuzzled into your neck. “How close is she, mate?”

“Very.”

To prove his point, he flicked at your clit, making you cry out.

“Any time, love.” Pete grunted as you cupped your hands over his bulge. “Cum when you like. Then I’m gonna ‘ave a turn with ya.”

Tyler frizzed his fingers over your clit, send your head lolling onto Pete’s shoulder and your eyes to roll back. They held you through all your shivers and quaking, watching with wide, bright eyes. When you settled, they were hungry to see more.

You were turned around for a bruising kiss and walked backward. There was the sound of a pair of zippers as Pete backed you up against the armrest of the couch and Tyler sat down. They were both well gifted, and the way Tyler curled his fingers at you after sucking them clean made your mouth water. Pete helped you bend over the rest, letting you give Kyle a lingering kiss before pushing you the rest of the way into his lap. Before you could even taste the cock inches from your face, Pete began to ease you onto him. You gave a long, breathless sigh that made them both twitch. Then you gave a scream as Pete let patience give way to instant gratification. Not that you were complaining about being suddenly full.

While your body was adjusting, you took the second to give Tyler’s length kitten licks and sloppy kisses that had his stomach muscles flexing where they peaked out from under his shirt. His eye fought against closing as you caught his gaze. You closed your lips over the tip, humming with the taste and weight of him on your tongue. That was when Pete gave you a test thrust, sending you further onto Tyler’s cock. All three of you moaned as your reactions trigged each other.

Pushing your hair out of your face, Tyler bopped the end of your nose. “Are you ready, darling?”

You nodded and came off his cock with a pop. “Yes.”

“Good,” Pete said, “ ’cause we are gonna ruin you.” He made a show of sliding his hands down your back to your hips, where he tightened his grip.

He pulled a scream from your lips with the first thrust. Tyler quickly guided his length back into your mouth to absorb most of your sounds, though it meant he had to cover his mouth as you passed the vibrations onto him. You took him as far as you could, and then a little further as Pete deepened his pace.

Soon, you were thrumming. You couldn’t look away from Tyler’s half-lidded eyes. And you couldn’t escape Pete’s rhythm that changed just as you thought you were getting used to it. He kept shifting and angling his hips, using Tyler’s facial expressions to gauge what was making you the loudest and where. You needed more. But he wouldn’t let you press back towards him. And then Tyler’s hand was in your hair, guiding you as well. He pulled you off for frequent gasps of air, even as it got messy.

“She’s close. Can feel her grippin’ me tighter an’ tighter.”

“Good, ‘cause I’m not… gonna last long.” Tyler panted and again pushed your hair out of the way. “You’re doin’ so good, darling. Gonna let me fill your throat? Or do you want it somewhere else?” He hissed as you sucked in your cheeks around him. “Okay. Mouth it is.”

He barely lasted a few more swallows before cumming down your throat. When he was spent and you had done your best to leave him clean, Pete pulled you back against his chest. He wrapped one arm around your shoulders, which you gave you something to grab onto as his other hand sank to your clit. Each quick thrust sent you up onto your toes.

“Pete-“

“Cum, love. Don’t ‘old back.”

You came with a silent cry, going rigid in his arms. He followed soon after, easing you both down with a few more languid strokes. You crawled around to sit next to Tyler. He draped an arm across your shoulders and rested his head on yours. He chuckled, having another wicked idea.

“You know. I think that counts as a work-out.”

You giggled. “Cardio.”

“Then,” Pete said, zipping his jeans back up, “I say we take this to somewhere a little more comfortable. We can work-out at our hotel-“

“Or my place,” you offered. “Which one would you guys like?”

“Wherever we have more freedom to make you the loudest.”

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Prompt: “I was wondering if I could please request a Seth Rollins smut where you’re broken up and out drinking with the roster and he gets really jealous when he notices how flirty Dolph Ziggler is getting with you. Worried he’ll lose his shot to get back with you, he turns up at your hotel room later that night to remind you how good he is/ win you back. X” – @insearchofsunlight 

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: ANGST, ex problems, drinking, more angst, SMUT

Word Count: 335 (ending 2)

Note: This is an alternate ending of a longer fic. As it sits here, it’s kind of a drabble. Check out the beginning here: Break Each Other’s Hearts Again  

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“How you doin’, baby girl?”

“Fantastic. Don’t stop.”

The hotel bed creaked as Seth dropped you on it. He pinned your wrists above your head and nipped across your chest, all the while thrusting at a leisurely pace. You knew how much he wanted to lose control by how his grip tightened and loosed on your wrists. How his muscles flexed.

“I said don’t stop.” You smirked. “Let go.”

Seth smirked back.

You cried out as he pulled nearly all the way out to then fill you in one breath. Over and over he did this. He had to let go of your writs so he could keep you from getting pushed off the bed. You could barely feel scratch of the cheep sheets on your skin over how his body slotted with yours. How his new grip of your hips was probably going to bruise you. How his breath was coming out in groaning pants.

“Come on, baby, one more,” he pleaded. “Let me feel you.”

His thumb brushed across your clit, making you buck forward. He did it again, harder and continuing to circle it until you came with a desperate scream. Two, three thrusts later he filled you with his cum. Gingerly, Seth pulled out. He couldn’t help but grin to see you leaking because of him again. Then his body finally gave out, and he fell to one side, pulling the sheets over the both of you.

The smug look on his face worried you. It bothered you even more when he rolled over to look at you like he’d won something. “So.”

“So?”

“You’re mine again. Right?”

You sighed and stared at the ceiling. “And what gave you that idea?”

He scoffed. “You came, didn’t you?”

“Is that all I am to you? Someone to get sex from?”

Seth nodded his head while mockingly thinking it over. “Yeah. Isn’t that what I am to you? A little more than friends with benefits. I still want the relationship with you, it’s just-“

You tossed the covers back and left the bed. “I’m clingy and I want more than just someone to booty call. This will come as a shock to you, but I am not your fleshlight.” He tried to follow you, but you evaded his grasp and started cleaning up the room.

“Then what was all this?” He started to catch his clothes you threw at him. “Playing me like you thought I played you?”

“No. A relapse. Falling off the ‘don’t get involved with Seth Rollins’ wagon. A chaser to everything you’ve already done to me.”

He chuckled while pulling up his pants. “How poetic of you. Did your drinks tonight twist your perception of life, or are you just that desperate to think you can survive without me?” He didn’t bother to put on his shirt. “You’re a mess.”

“I believe the word you used earlier was ‘disaster.’ And yeah, I probably am. But I can function without you. I can live without you.”

He smirked. “We’ll see about that. I bet you’ll be begging me to take you back within two weeks.”

“You forget, Rollins, you were the one who showed up my door. Who’s the one who did the begging?” His face fell. It didn’t give you all of the satisfaction you thought it would, but it still felt good. “Now get out.”

The rest of the satisfaction came when you slammed the door in his face.

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Forever Tags: @allidoisreadsmut @blondekel77 @hallemichelles @laochbaineann @lavitabella87 @ramblingsofabourbondrinker @savmontreal @southsidebucky @tinyelfperson @zuni21798

Seth Rollins/WWE Tags: @1dluver13xx @a-home-for-stray-stories @amballins-priestess @flightofthefantasies @livelifewondering @mother-forker @neversatisfiedgirl @racheo91 @roman-reigns-princess @scuzmunkie @secretagentfangirl @thetherianthropydaily @top-1-percent @wwe-smutfics 

Break Each Other’s Hearts Again

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Prompt: “I was wondering if I could please request a Seth Rollins smut where you’re broken up and out drinking with the roster and he gets really jealous when he notices how flirty Dolph Ziggler is getting with you. Worried he’ll lose his shot to get back with you, he turns up at your hotel room later that night to remind you how good he is/ win you back. X” –  @insearchofsunlight

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: ANGST, ex problems, drinking, more angst, SMUT, oral (female receiving), some teasing, fluff

Word Count: 1895 (fluffy ending 1), 2171 (angsty ending 2)

Note: Sorry Dolph fans, but Seth gets the girl tonight. And there’s more experimentation! This fic has an alternate ending which will have a link at the bottom. Tag lists and requests open. Enjoy!

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Though it was loud, Dolph was doing his best to give you a preview of his stand-up routine. He yelled over the thumping of the music. “Of course, I let the fuzzball have it. If it’s not meant for a cat, then why is it a box?”

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was because he was mildly amusing, but you laughed with your whole body. By this point, if he offered you a free ticket to see the show, you’d love to be able to hear everything. When you had simmered down to giggles, you finished your drink. “I bet if you used even half of that in the ring, we’d get a black-mail worthy laugh out of Drew.”

He chuckled. “I’ll have to think about that.” Your shoulder brushed together as he scooted closer to you. “That’s about it. Would you like another-“

“No, she wouldn’t.”

You were pulled back against a familiar solid chest. It was Seth. His words were a little slurry, but his mind still seemed agile enough to find more fault than usual with Dolph. You pushed him away. “I can make my own choices, thank you. You were saying-“

“I am well aware of your choice-making abilities. Y/N-“

“And I am aware of yours. Seth.”

Dolph shrugged and patted your arm before leaving for a booth.

Seth groaned. “What can you see in a guy like him? He’s such a-“

“Attentive man. I can understand why you would be confused by that.” You motioned for a refill, but Seth belayed that and took your glass. “How dare-“ You took it back and got the bartender’s attention again.

“Fine,” he growled, “so he takes note of your every whim. Every up and down in your moods. Bet he knows what to say every time too; he’s had plenty of practice coming up with the lines.”

You turned to face him, poking him in the chest. “What would you know about it, Rollins? If anyone’s got the ‘practice’ here, it’s you. You made your choices, and I made mine to leave you. I’m not perfect, but I definitely deserve more than you.”

He snorted. “So I’m a prick and you’re a disaster. There for a while, you liked that I gave you space.” His voice dropped and you barely heard him over the music. “What changed?”

“I don’t know.” You lifted your new drink to your lips. “What changed about me that you stopped looking? Did the feeling of new conquest wear off or did I not give you enough space?” If he was going to be the martyr, you could let him. He’d hurt you enough already. “Goodbye, Seth.” You left the bar and joined Dolph in his booth for better conversation. A conversation that didn’t want to make you curl into a ball and cry with the memory of what had been.

Even still, the more Dolph talked and the more he drank, the more he began to repeat. Like a record skipping back and forth.

“And so the lion became the lamb. Yes, Dolph, you’ve told that one. Would you mind calling me a cab?”

“Do you mind if I ride with you?”

You did, but you shared the cab anyway. He wasn’t on the same floor of the hotel as you, but he still walked you back to your room. Before you could put your key in the lock, his beer breath was warming your neck. The scent of it churned your stomach. Or maybe it was his closeness.

“I enjoyed talking to you tonight.” He leaned against the wall next to your door. “I meant to ask, did Rollins give you too much trouble? I could have a word with him if you’d like.”

Only if I can film how he beats you up afterward. “No, I can handle him.”

“You could handle me too, sweetheart. And that’s an invitation.” He clicked his teeth and shot double finger guns at you. You rolled your eyes and opened your door. He grabbed your wrist before you could leave him outside. “Wait, please. This may be bad timing, but the whole roster knows how much he hurt you. You can’t let him stop you from moving on. Please,” he tilted your head up with the tip of his finger, “let me at least try to help you forget him.”

When you remained silent but didn’t move, he nodded and pressed his lips to yours. It could have been sweet. Instead, he hungrily pressed you against the door and sloppily kissed down your face to your neck. He pinned one of your wrists to the door and wrapped his other arm around your waist. His fingertips grazed over your ass.

No.

It took you a second to succeed in pushing him away. “Go get some sleep, Dolph. You probably won’t remember any of this in the morning.” I hope I can’t. You closed the door in his face, ignoring the muttering you heard from the other side.

After you were ready for bed, and halfway under the covers, there was a knock at your door.

“I’m not inviting you in, Dolph. I’ve had enough jokes for the evening.”

When you opened your door, you gasped. Seth pushed past you and started pacing the room.

“I get it. Dolph pays attention to you. Fine. But I can’t let you go. Not like this.” His face scrunched in disgust. “I can’t stand the thought of him touching you where I’ve held you. Kissing you in the wrong places because he doesn’t know where to kiss you.” His steps faltered and he sighed. “If you guys are going to be a thing, I’ll leave. But please,” he moved quickly to cage you against the wall, “let me have one more chance to show how much I know you. How well I know your body and your sounds.” His fingers traced up under your sleeping shorts. But just barely. “Or tell me to leave, and I’ll leave.”

His chest bumped against yours as it heaved with deep, desperate breaths. Your eyes darted to his lips.

One more night? One more goodbye.

“I don’t know. Maybe I want Dolph to learn me.”

Seth’s eyes flashed. An angry shiver rippled his muscles. “Is that what you want?”

“No.”

Then his lips were on yours. Devouring you. Filling you. Exploring your mouth like it was a missing piece to his life’s mystery. He was apologizing without words. Saying everything his heart wanted to without having to worry about making it come out right. Breathless, he broke away. His eyes gleamed with wanting more… if you were willing to take more.

Your words came out at a whisper. “You’ve hurt me. Many times over.” It was hard to breathe. “But maybe… hurt me one more time?” Why was it so hard to make a decision about him?

He pulled you close and rasped in your ear, “I’m going to show you what you’ll miss without me. What I’ll miss without you.” His hands pulled your hips to grind into his pelvis, making you moan at the harness trapped in his jeans. You continued to moan as his lips descended to your neck, and further down to mouth over your nipples peaking through your thin sleep shirt. Already you were breathless, and you knew he’d barely begun.

Then he sank to his knees, taking your shorts and panties with him on the way down. He threw one of your legs over his shoulder and nipped at your inner thigh. Seth chuckled. “Glad to see somebody’s missed me.” He inhaled your scent deeply. You bucked down towards his face as he gave your clit a chaste kiss.

Not that you wanted to prove him right, but you needed more. “Did you come to tease or actually do something?” Your voice cut off with a clipped scream as he plunged two fingers into your pussy.

Seth knew how to curl his fingers. What speed to pump them in and out of you. When his mouth closed around you, your head fell back. Your fingers curled in his hair. He hummed as you guided him around where you needed him the most. The tiny voice in your heart saying this was a bad idea was overrun by the electric shocks running through your veins. Your blood pounded in your ears. Seth’s humming and sucking quickened the more your walls clamped around his fingers and tongue until he was rushing to catch everything while your legs quaked.

You squeaked as Seth threw your other leg over his shoulder. With a start, you realized he wasn’t going to stop. He lifted you in the air and continued to lap at you. Since you didn’t have to focus on standing, you were able to let go and be louder. Making Seth’s favorite sounds. Whimpering and mewling as he brought you quickly to the brink again. When you were just almost there, he dropped you to his waist. You’d been to blissed out to notice him stepping out of his jeans, but you noticed now that his cock was pressing into you, teasing with your needy state. Seth turned his mouth’s attention to the underside of your neck. He kept you breathing in short bursts, heightening the need to cum. With a growl, you clawed down his back. He got the message and pulled the rest of the way onto his cock.

It only took a few thrusts.

Then you were weakly gripping his biceps and letting your head loll onto his shoulder.

“How you doin’, baby girl?”

“Fantastic. Don’t stop.”

The hotel bed creaked as Seth dropped you on it. He pinned your wrists above your head and nipped across your chest, all the while thrusting at a leisurely pace. You knew how much he wanted to lose control by how his grip tightened and loosed on your wrists. How his muscles flexed.

“I said don’t stop.” You smirked. “Let go.”

Seth smirked back.

You cried out as he pulled nearly all the way out to then fill you in one breath. Over and over he did this. He had to let go of your writs so he could keep you from getting pushed off the bed. You could barely feel scratch of the cheep sheets on your skin over how his body slotted with yours. How his new grip of your hips was probably going to bruise you. How his breath was coming out in groaning pants.

“Come on, baby, one more,” he pleaded. “Let me feel you.”

His thumb brushed across your clit, making you buck forward. He did it again, harder and continuing to circle it until you came with a desperate scream. Two, three thrusts later he filled you with his cum. Gingerly, Seth pulled out. He couldn’t help but grin to see you leaking because of him again. Then his body finally gave out, and he fell to one side, pulling the sheets over the both of you.

You curled into his chest. His hand splayed wide across your back. Despite the uncomfortable way your bodies stuck together, he pulled you closer. Like he never wanted to let you go.

If either of you had anything to say about it, he wasn’t going to let you go any time soon.

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Our Princess

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Prompt: “Can I request a threesome with Bobby Fish and Kyle O’Rilley?” – @amballins-priestess 

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, dom/princess, butt plug, semi-public (hallway) smut, threat of being seen, oral (male receiving), split roasted, one bad pun

Word Count: 1085

Note: My first threesome attempt; please be kind but do tell me if any part was hard to follow. I hope this is what you wanted, sweetie! So much sin. Requests and tag lists open, now including an NXT list. Enjoy!

“Hey, Princess, how are you doin’?” Kyle laced an arm around your waist and his gym duffle dropped to the floor. His hand dipped down to the curve of your ass to put pressure on the hidden bejeweled plug. “Still okay?”

“Yes,” you breathed. He pulled you closer as you tried to wriggle away. So, you switched your tactic to lean close to his ear and whimper, “need you.”

“Patience. We have to wait for Bobby.”

It was a long wait. You could almost picture him, shifting in his seat as Adam rambled on about some plan. Was he thinking of you? Was he hard and aching?

Kyle snatched your hand away from where it was inching up under your skirt. He laid it flat on the crate you were both sitting on. “Patience, Princess. Just a few more-“

“Have you been a good girl, Y/N?” Bobby rounded the corner, his figure silhouetted by the distant light in the otherwise dark hallway. “Well?”

“Yes. Please, guys.” The plug shifted as you squirmed, making you gasp. They both licked their lips to see your mouth fall open and your eyes to close. Your hand flew to Kyle’s thigh and gave him a desperate squeeze.

Kyle eased your grip by stroking your hand. “She has bee good. Wearin’ that plug all day. Hasn’t complained once. I bet she’s dripping.” He gave Bobby a knowing look. “And she did say please.”

Bobby nodded. He held out his hand to you. “Then come here.” He grinned and caught you as you bounced over to him, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss.  You slid your hands over his shoulders and back to the short hairs on his nape. Bobby swallowed your moan as Kyle slid up behind you. He tapped at your plug again, then slid his hands around to your front, flipping up your skirt. Kyle mouthed across your neck when he found your panties soaked through. He sent those to the floor, then dipped two fingers into your heat.

You bucked down to his hand, pressing your body in Bobby’s front too. He broke off the kiss with a blissful hiss. “Easy, baby girl. We’ve got you.”

“Sorry, Bobby.”

“You did nothing wrong, Princess,” he hummed, kissing your forehead. “Seems Kyle’s just as impatient as you.”

To emphasize that point, Kyle nipped at the back of your neck and curled his fingers roughly. He scissored you open, making your head loll back to his shoulder. Leaving you arched forward and your chest exposed. Bobby took that opening, flipping your shirt above your breasts. Both of them groaned in the back of their throats, but Bobby was the one that got to kiss across them. To pull them out of the cups of your bra. And to bring your nipples to peaks with his mouth and fingers. All the while, Kyle continued to thrust and curl and pump his fingers in your pussy.

“Please,” you pleaded. You reached for both of their bulges, stroking them to silently ask for what you really wanted.

Kyle breathed hotly over your ear. “All in good time. Going to make you cum first.” He shot a look at Bobby, who nodded and dropped one of his hands to your clit. Together they brought you to the brink. Bobby covered your mouth with his as you screamed, gushing over their hands.

It didn’t matter who caught you when your legs gave out, but you found yourself leaned across a narrow crate. Kyle stood in front of you, straining in the confines of his jeans. Bobby was behind you, palming across your ass after he flipped your skirt up.

“Ready, Princess?” One of them asked. Bobby tapped at your plug, prompting your answer.

“Yes! Please, fill me up. Want to make you feel good.”

The dual sound of zippers said you’d given the right answer.

You parted your lips for Kyle’s cock and did your best to widen your stance for Bobby. The latter waited for the first to fill your mouth before he set to stretching you wide an inch at a time. Your eyes crossed and you groaned around Kyle’s length. He fell forward to brace on the crate with a strangled breath. He stayed there until Bobby bottomed out and all three of you could catch your breath.

Behind you, the pace started slow, easing you into a sense of smooth pleasure. In front of you, a similar rhythm began, alternating so that you were always filled in one way or another. Kyle tasted so good. And Bobby filled you so perfectly. If it wasn’t for the plug shifting in your ass constantly, you would have relaxed into their movements. Instead, you continued to jolt and thrust, making them quicken to keep up with you.

From the tips of your fingers to your toes scrambling to keep on the floor, your skin was on fire. Hotter still were their hands passing over your body. Pressing into your hips to pull you back. Between your shoulder blades for stability and to keep you still. Sliding up and down your back, leaving thin trails down your spine. All of that heat building and growing and combining with how the guys couldn’t stay quiet. Bobby with his strained grunts that would sometimes pitch into moans when your walls would clamp on him. Or Kyle’s whines from his stuttered breathing when you would suck him deeper.

You came first, screaming onto Kyle’s cock and shuddering. He followed soon after, filling your mouth and throat with his cum and biting down on his knuckles to dampen his shout. Then Bobby, thrusting through your release to chase his and sending you into a third as his cum coated your walls.

They helped you turn around to sit on Bobby’s lap while Kyle fished a towel from his duffle to clean you up. When you looked mostly decent and there wasn’t a threat of cum indecently running down your legs while you walked, you let them begin to lead you to the garage.

Bobby picked your panties off the floor as he passed and shoved them in his pocket instead of giving them to you. He laced his arm in yours and whispered in your ear. “Kyle’s going to need access to your jewel, Princess. He’s going to play with you all the way home. Can you be good and not cum? If you don’t, we’ll fill up that hole too.”

You nodded adamantly.

“Good girl. Our Princess.”

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Family Found Part 26: Missing

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Survivor Series creeps closer, but Y/N is trying her best to keep the peace until the night of the PPV. Several parties are focused on making her job miserable and unexpected.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 4060

Note: It’s a fun week! Super short match descriptions because there’s a lot of them and a lot more to get through. Requests and tag lists open as always. Feedback super appreciated when given. Enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 25: Trick or Treat (Evolution)

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Monday Night Raw – November 5, 2018

You didn’t retaliate on Smackdown for their attempted invasion of Raw. Instead, a week later you were watching the recap of last Tuesday’s show in your office. Carmella and Asuka were to be part of the women’s team, and then Rusev on the men’s. You were just finishing watching Andrade Cien Almas beat the Miz for a team spot when Baron Corbin walked it.

“What, you didn’t watch it live last week?” he mocked. “Startin’ out as a model GM, Y/N.”

With a chuckle, you turned off the video. “I did actually. Then wanted to rewatch it while I set up the matches for tonight. By the end of Raw, both teams will have all their members and then we can start work finding the captain among them.” You sighed as Baron smugly shifted the Intercontinental title on his shoulder. “Did you want something, Baron?”

“Yeah. I know I’ve got a spot against the US Champ, Shinsuke Nakamura at Survivor Series, but I want to be that fightin’ champion everybody kept harping on. Do I have your permission to host an open challenge, oh great general manager of Raw?” He gave you a mock bow.

“Permission granted. Is right now alright with his majesty?”

He growled but nodded. “Now is great. Thanks.”

Baron Corbin leaving your office was turning into your favorite thing.

***

The open challenge was answered faster than Baron could offer it. He smirked at the stage as Seth Rollins answered the call and rushed down to the ring. They were locked in a close assault before the bell rang.

Seth was the first to lose ground. He found himself backed into a corner where Baron could attack his ribs several times before the ref’s five-count. Once they were separated, he was able to gain enough of a momentum and upper hand to have Baron scrambling to stay away from him in the ring. And out of it, though never for long as the champ played ‘keep-away’ with his own body.  

It was a mistake to toss Baron towards the floor so close to a ring post. He swung back in and started punching at Seth from behind, taking back his own upper hand. He was the first to try for a series of pins, each one jumping closer to a three-count than the last. He was about to spin Seth in a Deep Six when the ref was pulled out of the ring. For several seconds, Baron waited for him to start the count before he noticed he was missing.

On the floor, Elias was debating with the ref about some trivial rule. The ref continuously tried to send him away and get back into the ring, but Elias was persistent. He was persistent long enough for Seth to catch his breath and wobble to his feet. When he noticed, he let the ref go with a thank you and stepped away from the ring.

Baron turned just in time to take a kick to the stomach, and then the canvas raced towards his face as a boot caught the back of his neck in a curb stomp. He was too addled and curled up to hear or see the count, and kicked out a second too late.

Once again, Seth was the Intercontinental Champion, and he was conflicted about the fact that Elias had helped him win. He escaped the ring before Baron could retaliate, and left for the locker room to think it over.

***

Backstage, Charly Caruso caught up with Elias. “Can you tell us why you helped Seth Rollins win the title match?”

He stopped. And smiled. “I’ve beaten Seth before. And I can do it again. I know what my strengths are, and I know when to give up on ever wanting a fair match with Baron.”

“You don’t think it’s a little… hypocritical to cost Baron the match and the title this way?”

Elias scrunched his brow. “Why, yes.” He waved away the obvious statement and continued with more truths. “I’ll have my title back soon. Because for all of Seth’s talk, he’s not willing to risk absolutely everything for the gold. He’s done too much of that already.”

***

The two following matches were for the next positions on Team Raw. The first was Ember Moon versus Mickie James. Ember was still running on her high from Evolution and was using it well except for one thing. Mickie was still running hot from her loss at Evolution.

They fought hard, but quick. Neither wanted a long, drawn-out fight for something each woman assumed was her right. Mickie for her time in the WWE, and Ember for winning the royal last week. The ref had to do his best to stay out of their way as they rushed around the ring, cornering each other and springing off the ropes. You would have been pleased to have either woman on the team. When it came down to the end, the high of an Evolution win outweighed the loss, and Ember claimed her spot with a Total Eclipse.

The second was between Mojo Rawley and Bobby Roode. They too wanted a quick match. Mojo had been fingertips away from several title opportunities and hoped that helping the men’s team win at Survivor Series would give him another one. Bobby, on the other hand, wanted the team spot for its own prestige. He’d been part of the team last year for Smackdown and wanted a double set.

It was power at full throttle down to the last seconds. Mojo had Bobby in his sights and smiled as his opponent straggled around. But it was a ruse. Bobby twisted at the last second and used a deep angle of leverage to keep Mojo’s shoulders against the canvas. He tried to show some sportsmanship by offering to help Mojo to his feet. Mojo refused in favor of rolling out of the ring and walking away on his own two feet.

***

Dr. M and Braun took their position by the backstage screen to watch the next match. It was the second and final triple-threat to determine who they would face next week for the tag team titles. At another screen, Drake Maverick and the Authors of Pain, last week’s winners, also watched the Ascension, then Titus World Wide, and finally the Revival make their way to the ring.

It was a different dichotomy of teams. All three teams had strong power tactics that worked best with quick tag exchanges. This backfired when everybody was doing the same thing as it was difficult to tire one another out. Titus thought he noticed first. He sent Apollo to trip up Konnor but missed seeing both members of the Revival entering the ring.

They quickly took control of the ring. Titus’s plan helped them by making sure Viktor had no one to tag, and also kept Apollo on the wrong side of the ring. They each pinned a man, even if only Dash Wilder was legal. Scott Dawson rushed the ref to lift their arms in victory, then rushed his partner out of the ring before the other two angry teams could recover.

***

When the show came back from commercial, Elias was awaiting his opponent for the Raw elimination team spot having given the crowd a quick private concert. Going by the surge in the arena’s Wi-Fi usage, it was going to be a viral hit. He cocked his head with a confused smile as Curt Hawkins’s music hit.

“I know what all of you are thinking,” he stated. “Curt Hawkins hasn’t won a match in forever, why should we trust him to be on the team? I’m glad you asked. I’ll tell you why. I’m going to be on the Raw Survivor Series team because the streak ends tonight when I pin Elias. And luckily for you, he was so nervous about our match that he cut his concert short. You’re welcome.”

Elias growled. If he had his way, this was going to be a short match.

Unfortunately for Curt, he did. That last little jab had irritated Elias enough that he did every debilitating move he knew. Before long, Curt was gasping for breath and crawling back into the ropes for a reprieve. He tumbled out an apology, but Elias ignored him and pulled him back into the ring. A halo powerbomb later, Elias had the team spot and Curt had another tally for his lost matches.

Jinder entered immediately afterward, flanked by Sunil and Samir Singh. He congratulated Elias on his way out of the ring. The Singhs helped Curt roll out of the other side of the ring so that it would be clear for Jinder’s entrance. Elias watched, bemused, then started to leave as Chad Gable’s music it. He eagerly went through his opening moves but was sent crashing forward.

Behind him, Baron stood to his full height and stared Elias down. They gave each other a wide birth, then went their opposite ways, which included Baron to the ring to take Chad’s place in the match.

Despite already having a match earlier in the night, Baron had Jinder on the offensive for most of the match. If he wasn’t going to be a manager, and wasn’t going to Survivor Series as a champion, then he was going to do everything he could to get into the PPV. Beating Jinder was his best chance. But Jinder had the Singhs, and they wanted to back up the man they thought deserved the spot more. For every advance he made, the brothers were there at the ropes to distract him. But it was always in view of the ref. They weren’t going to hit him. That would give Baron the spot. Their distractions almost cost Baron the match several times as Jinder used them to his advantage.

Still, despite the exhaustion and the handicap, Baron won. He smirked as he left the arena having successfully stolen his position at Survivor Series.

***

“Come in,” you said to the knocking at your door. You instantly regretted it. “What do you want, Dolph?”

He strutted into the room. “I have a proposition for you. I’ve already run it by Finn Balor, and he was agreed. I want a match with him tonight. It’s not a title match, but if I win, I get to be in the match against AJ Styles at Survivor Series.” He smiled brightly and shrugged with the self-brilliance of his plan.

You were not convinced. “What do you gain by being in that match? You can’t win both titles because the heavy-weight title belongs to Smackdown. Being in the match is going to change that-“

“I know, I know-“

“And it would be uneven. Paige and Shane would want to find someone from their roster to make it even.”

“That’s fine. Hey,” he nudged at you, “maybe Sheamus will take up that challenge.”

It took considerable effort not to react. “Do you have a point to being in this match, or is it just your usual ego?”

He held his hands up in defense and took a step back. “Here’s the thing, if I win tonight and help Finn at Survivor Series, he’s agreed to give me a title opportunity. A pre-selected open challenge. Call him, if you don’t believe me.”

You squinted at him. “Why would he need help with Styles? I have full confidence that Finn could beat him as he is.”

“You might have that confidence, but does Finn? He is going as a human after all.” He waited on bated breath.

Despite your better judgment, you agreed to the match and hoped it wasn’t a great con. “Fine. But I still don’t think you need to get involved. I’ll let Finn know about this match. You… do whatever it is you do before a match.”

***

Before the main event, there were still two matches to find out the last two women members of the Raw team. Up first was Alicia Fox versus Alexa Bliss. They started by smiling at each other good-naturedly. It was an opportunity like any other. No need to lose their heads.

Then the bell rang.

Alicia had been the captain last year, but Alexa wanted that spot this year. They expressed that vehemently by tossing each other around the ring. Out of the ring. Back into the ring. Rinse and repeat. A Twisted Bliss sealed the deal. She twisted the knife by asking if she could borrow Alicia’s captain’s gear once she had that too. Alicia screamed her out of the ring.

Nia Jax was up next against the returned Tamina. They’d had a moment at Evolution and wanted to continue it here. The ref was wise to stay out their way. Neither was used to being tossed around like a rag doll, but they enjoyed doing the same to the other woman.

Again and again, they took turns throwing the other to the canvas, desperately trying for a pin. When even that didn’t work, they took to the ropes, used one level, then two, to give them a height advantage and an extra boost from gravity. It was one such drop from Nia that caught Tamina in the chest. She was too busy fighting to breathe to kick out. Nia had the last spot on the women’s team.

All of Raw’s elimination tag teams were set.

***

True to your assumptions, Finn had no plans on actually letting Dolph into his match with Styles. He didn’t let up, didn’t let Dolph have enough room to breathe, much less fight back. To him, this was just another practice round for Survivor Series, but convincing Dolph to accept the match had been surprisingly easy once he had a good enough prize. A prize he was never going to give.

Dolph’s ego took as many hits as his body did. The coup de gras probably hurt his pride more than his chest, though his chest hurt too. He rolled to the end of the ring, trying to catch Finn’s boots before he left. He was unsuccessful and had to watch Finn’s smug face as he walked up the ramp.

“I am enough just as I am,” Finn called back. “Man or demon, this,” he held the Universal title up, “is mine. And it’s gonna be for a long time. You should do best to remember t’at.”

Dolph could do nothing but glower at him.

***

Backstage, there was pandemonium. Dean followed the commotion to several refs and trainers helping Braun out from under a pile of steel supports and chairs. The fallen monster was ignoring everybody’s questions but looked him dead in the eye.

“They got her. Shane McMahon and a bunch of Smackdown. They took Y/N.”

Dean ran his hands through his hair, fighting to take deep breaths. Everybody stilled and looked at him. He swallowed hard. “Stick to the plan. We know where she’ll be.”

***

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Smackdown Live – November 6, 2018

Considering you didn’t really want to be there, you were happy to receive a warm applause. Paige and Shane walked you down to the ring for your official ‘welcome to Smackdown Live.’

“Thanks for that,” you asked once they were done. “And thanks for the shirt, though I would have preferred something a bit more…” you looked down at the blue t-shirt, “something red. But, no harm, no foul. I do have to ask, though. What exactly is the plan? Do I hang out with you guys until Survivor Series, or…?”

Shane patted your shoulder. “Don’t worry about the plan. All you have to do tonight is watch the show.”

“I do that anyway. But usually from home.”

“Well, this week you’ll be watching it here. Not here,” he rushed to add, motioning at the ring, “not in the arena. We don’t want you interfering in anything.”

You pseudo-gasped. “I would never.”

Paige sniggered and jumped in before Shane could say anything more. “Baby Girl, You’re also going to be watching the show with me. Maybe grab some coffee, have a little discussion about our shows. Manager to manager.”

This was going to be fun. “Okay then. I look forward to watching the show with such a guide. When do we start?”

She directed you to the ropes. “Right now if you’ll come this way.” Shane sat on the rope so you both could leave.

***

Her office was probably more comfortable than yours ever had been. A leather couch, her own coffee machine, and a large flat screen to watch the show on. Which you did. Together you watched as Jeff Hardy and Kofi Kingston fought for a spot on the Smackdown elimination team. Kofi won, but by then your discussion had digressed more into the wrestlers themselves than their matches.

“Right? Like, seriously, how can anyone have that much luggage?”

You huffed in agreement and fell back into the couch. “Can I ask how you guys have built up your tag teams so well? They seem very established and everybody looks super strong. How did you-“

“Easy, miss-former-journalist.” Paige laughed. “Can’t give away all our secrets.”

There was a knock at the door. Tye Dillinger entered, wearing his usual expression when R-Truth was a little confused about matches. The said man was right behind him. “Paige, Miss Y/N, I want to face Breezango at Survivor Series with my buddy… Tye Dillinger.” He slapped a hand onto Tye’s shoulder, who didn’t even flinch.

The two of you shared a look. You shrugged. “Why not?” You bit back a giggle as Tye’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “But I do have to tell you, Officer Fandango hasn’t been cleared to fight yet. Do you think you could fight Officer Breeze alone, but with Mr. Dillinger in your corner. I’m sure we could convince Fandango to be in Breeze’s.”

He nodded and held out his hand for you to shake. “That will be sufficient. Thank you. Tye?” He turned to face his friend. “Time to find Carmella, and to begin training.”

The two of you giggled as they left. Paige nodded. “That’s going to be a great match. Kinda wish I’d thought of it first.”

You tapped your bottom lip. “If I give you the credit, can you set up a match tonight for a coed tag team. I’ll set up a match with my group… assuming I’m there to do it. Something Like what we’ve been doing with the Mixed Match Challenge, but at Survivor Series.”

Again, Paige nodded. “I can arrange that right now.” She stood to leave and you moved to follow. “Oh, no. You can stay here. I’ll just be a minute, but in the meantime…” she poked her head out the door and waved somebody over, “you are not going to be left unattended. Sheamus.” The Irishman towered into view. “Don’t let her out of your sight. I’ll send someone to swap with you before your match.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, looking at you. As Paige left, he joined you on the couch to watch the next match.

***

Jey Uso was just finishing pinning Aiden English, but Sheamus was getting antsy. “Where are they?” He checked his phone again.

You laughed. “Roll a crate in front of the door if you have to but don’t be late for your match on my account.”

“I can’t-“

“We’re here!” Xavier Woods ran in. He bent over, panting. “We… whew, we made it. You’re good… to go to your match. E is… was right behind me.” He gave Sheamus a thumbs up as the man left for his match.

With a sigh, you started to drag Xavier to the door. “Come on. This fridge is out of water, and I’m not going to let you pass out.”

“But Paige said-“

“We’ll pass E in the hallway and then there’ll be two of you. Come on.”

He let himself be led along.

***

Sheamus made it to Gorilla in time for his entrance. He and Cesaro met Sanity in the ring or one last fight to see who would be taking the tag titles to Survivor Series. As champions, The Bar had to advantage that if either of them was hit by the third Sanity teammate, they would win through disqualification. They were trying their best to rile up Alexander Wolfe when they should have been more focused on Killian Dain tagging in from Eric Young.

The Swiss Cyborg turned a second to late and was taken to the mat. Wolfe played his part by keeping Sheamus on the floor and far away from preventing the count. Young was grabbing the belts while the bell was still ringing, ensuring they could make a quick escape as the new champions.

***

Paige flattened her palms against one another and placed them over her lips. Beside her, Shane took a deep breath. “Let’s try this again. Where is Y/N?”

The members of the New Day frantically looked between themselves. E shrugged. “She’s not missing, exactly. She’s probably in the building…”

“Probably?” Shane burst. He caught himself and turned to face anywhere but the trio.

Paige took over, calm for the most part. “You know who else might ‘probably’ be in the building by now? All of Raw’s roster! We have to find her.”

Xavier nodded. “Yep. Agreed. Getting right on that.” They left hurriedly, leaving their managers to silently panic.

***

You weren’t lost. You knew exactly where you were.

In the ring. Wearing a bright red shirt and holding a large flag with Raw’s logo on it. And you had a mic.

“How’s your guy’s night been so far?” You couldn’t hold back a laugh. “I have to say, it’s been pretty boring on my end. It was almost like being a human token in some version of capture the flag. But once they had me, Paige and Shane didn’t know what to do with me. If their plan was to throw Raw into chaos, I didn’t hear any news reports about anything burning down. Which is exactly why I didn’t leave Seth Rollins in charge.”

Paige and Shane came running out to the ring. He was too out of breath, so Paige had to talk. “You keep talking like you’ve escaped already. Maybe the plan is to strand you here.”

“I’m not too bothered,” you said twirling the flag.

“And why…” Shane puffed, recovering, “why is that? You’ve got nowhere to run, and no one to help you.”

“Oh really?” You bit your lip to hide a giggle. “Then how did I get the flag?” Your grin bubbled over as Braun’s music sounded. The managers backed down the ramp as he came on stage. Eventually, they joined you in the ring, while he stayed on the floor. You patted Shane’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. He’s only my exit strategy. Did you really think I wouldn’t have a contingency plan for this?”

He sputtered. “No. How-”

“Did you really think a few guys were going to be enough to take out Braun? Sweeties, he let them win that little tiff.”

Paige sputtered too.

“And you guys didn’t check to see if I had my phone with me? Amateurs. Really, I’d call it stupid, but it was stupid of you guys to have the idea in the first place.” You mouthed ‘now, now’ when Paige pointed at Shane. “I’m the person you know the least about. I have no wrestling history, and I’m only been in the company for not even six months.”

“But you’re a journalist.” Shane shook his head.

He wasn’t wrong; not entirely. “I was, yeah. A journalist who had delusions of grandeur and traveling the dangerous world. And, as it turns out… I’m very good at chess.”

You distanced yourself from them and walked to the side where Braun was. Gently, you arranged the flag in the ropes as if claiming the ring.

“If you’re smart,” you continued, “you’ll take my advice and wait until Survivor Series before doing anything else. And I might, might, not retaliate more than this conversation we just had.”

Braun helped you off the apron and waved with you towards the managers. Then, as your music played, you left Smackdown Live.

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Forbidden

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Loki finds the reader with cursed erotic text in the middle of the night and is more than willing to guide her through it.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: forbidden books, “public” SMUT (sorta?), enchanted SMUT, choking, implied further smut

Word Count: 1240

Note: Nothing wrong ever came of a book, right? Tag lists and requests are open as always. Enjoy!

The book was just out of your reach. Your fingertips grazed the spine of the forbidden text you wanted. Or at least you hope it was. The library was dark and the minimal light from your candle wasn’t helping. It was just supposed to be a quick snatch and go. No matter your height, your goal was always going to be above your fingertips.

“Well, isn’t that a pretty sight.”

The cool, velvety voice made you snatch your hand away from the shelf and twist to get away. You ran into a tall, tone body clothed in the green and gold of the prince. He pinned one of your wrists to the shelf now pressed into your spine.

“Please, I’m sorry,” you stammered, “I wasn’t… please let me go.”

Loki took your candle and lifted it to look at the book. He chuckled. “This text is in the forbidden section for a reason. What makes you think you could handle such literature?” He cocked his head. “Perhaps you need some assistance, little one?” His long fingers grasped the book, plucking it from the shelf. He released you and place it in your hands. With a nod, he motioned for you to follow.

The library of Asgard was vast. Due to its size, there were various alcoves of study desks and others of reading couches. The was only one next to the forbidden archives. It was a small room with only one small desk and only one low couch barely big enough for two people. Still, this is where Loki led you. He tugged you to sit beside him and helped open the book over your knees.

It was beautiful. The gold illumination swirled and danced between figure painted into the pages. The figures intertwined with each other, moving in repetitive motions that made you blush.

“Is this what you seek?” Loki’s voice suddenly pulled you back into the room. He waited patiently.

“Yes. Thank you.”

He maintained an intense eye contact with you, before flicking his gaze to the book. You found yourself whimpering as he quickly removed your hand from the page. “Don’t touch the pages.” His own hand hovered over the book and glowed green. You saw tiny gold threads retreating back into the pictures. “People have lusted to death observing this text. You are too stunning to lose to such an end. No matter how pleasurable I’m sure it would be.”

Even with his warning, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. Using a twinge of your own magic, you turned the page to a new set of illuminations more… inspiring than the first.

“Does it have to end in death?” you whispered. The small touch had ignited an ember of desire low in your stomach. “Surely two talented people such as ourselves could-“

“Are you trying to seduce me, little one?”

You couldn’t tell if it was the book or your own courage, but you moved closer and looked at him from under your eyelashes. “Perhaps. Am I succeeding?”

He smiled slow and deliberately. Taking your hand, he held it over one page, then did the same with his own. “As one. When I tell you to let go, do it.” After he knew you understood, he pressed your palms onto the pages.

Your head fell back as pleasure rushed through you. It was like sliding into a steaming bath so hot it cooled your skin. In your chest, your heart pumped faster and faster. Your thighs were pressed together under your dress, but that did nothing to relieve the pressure building. You were ready to give in when Loki called out to you.

“Let go!”

Unwillingly you took your hand off the page. Loki closed the cover and tossed it to the floor. Then he was on top of you, pinning you to the couch. His grip on your wrists burned with the same fire as the magic. Perhaps it was one and the same. You gasped as he kissed you deeply, ferociously, meeting him as best as you could. He gave a shudder of his own when you thrust your hips up into him.

With a shimmer of his green and your own magic, you were both bare before the other. The sight of him had you licking your lips. But that particular position had not been pictured. You would have to taste him later, given the chance. For now, you flushed as his gaze swept across your body. He growled and cupped his hand around your mound. Two fingers circled into your heat, making you arch off the couch. An intense fire glowed behind his irises as he wrought you to a frenzy. You clawed at his chest, creating thing red welts that had his chest heaving under your touch.

You were burning. A small drowned inner voice told you that if you didn’t come soon, you may not be able to recover. Loki’s face showed he understood the same situation.

His fingers pumped faster. You closed your eyes and gave a series of screams, each higher than the last. Then his thumb was at your clit, frizzing wildly. You gushed, cleansing your body of a wave of magic. Cumming eased the tension, but still, the ember of desire was there. And Loki had no such release.

Loki slotted himself between your legs, pushing them back roughly. Desperate. Still, he had the control to work into slowly, taking more pleasure from those first thrusts than if he had taken it all in one burst. Your walls fluttered around him, igniting the last of the magic. It rushed to the surface, threatening once again.

You moaned for him. “Please, Loki, move. I can’t wait-“

“Then don’t.”

He growled, taking for himself what he had already given to you. The couch scooted closer to the wall. Then it slammed into the wall, not nearly as loud as your cries. He was muttering under his breath with each thrust enchantments to keep the magic from overwhelming him. When his voice cracked, a hand gripped your throat. He chanted louder, loosening his grip. You gripped his wrist, keeping him on your throat, constricting your breathing so that the air could continue to shimmer.

Loki’s thrusts began to stutter. You pulled him closer, locking your ankles, clawing his back. He released your throat and sucked at your pulse point. Your toes curled and cramped, drawing him in. Finally, his body stilled. Your own body shuddered as his cum coated your walls.

Magic now spent, he fell back to lean against the wall. You remained where you were, focusing on breathing. Weakly, he raised his hand and hover it above your body, cleaning you and healing your bruises. You did the same, watching with a twinge of sadness as the welts faded away into the paleness of his skin.

You thought it was time to go.

Another moment later you were clothed. Loki followed suit but gently took your wrist. The One he had pinned ages ago to the shelf.

“Wait.”

You did.

He stood, worrying his lip before he tilted your face up. “Come. I have a similar personal text. One that I can use to pleasure you, all night without risking our lives. If you are able to walk, that is.”

“Are you?” you teased.

If the cost of a whole night with Loki was being able to walk now, you could run.

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Family Found Part 25: Trick or Treat (Evolution)

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The first-ever women’s PPV, Evolution, is a hit. The amazing moral of Raw continues as everybody gets ready for Survivor Series. A warning comes from an old rival and it brings the rosters together for a unique match.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, angst, cousin-fluff, some underhanded flirting

Word Count: 3890

Note: I am super excited for this chapter because it’s one of the major chunks I had in mind during the early stages of series development. Pretty much everything about Survivor Series is why I wrote this series. There have been some changes in that plan because of Roman’s announcement, and I will not be using Joe Anoa’I illness as a plot point. I will be mentioning it enough to move Dean forward, but it won’t be a focus. Thank you guys for sticking with me this far. Enjoy this next chapter!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 24: Shattered (TLC)

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Evolution – October 28, 2018 – Uniondale, New York

The monumental night began with a title match. Natalya stood in one corner. In the other, Rhonda stood with the title swung over her shoulder.

When the bell rang, both women took one more second to observe her opponent before rushing in for the headlock. They had learned well from each other. Natalya was using some holds that were more likely to be seen in a UFC fight than a squared circle. And Rhonda was taking time to breathe. She would rush in, all speed and aggression, but when something didn’t work she was able to take a step back and clear her head.

They danced around one another, occasionally smiling. To some of the woman watching in the back, the match looked like a typical sparring match. That couldn’t last forever.

Natalya twisted Rhonda underneath her in a sharpshooter. How many times in sparring had Rhonda been able to crawl to the ropes? Or to turn opposite of Natalya’s force and make it out? It was beginning to frustrate Rhonda that she couldn’t do any of those things. She grit her teeth and was able to move a few inches closer to the bottom rope. With a few more she would be able to grab it. The bottom rope faded into the distance as Natalya dragged her back into the center of the ring and deepened the hold.

With a growl, Rhonda had to choose the stability of her body over her reign.

The women both crumpled to the canvas as the bell rang again, ending the match. They hugged one another, even as the ref struggled to bring Natalya to her feet. He eventually raised her hand in victory and was quickly replaced by Rhonda. No hard feelings; just a great match.

But Evolution had to continue.

***

Trish Stratus and Lita made their grand entrance to the loud welcome of the WWE universe. The crowd was full of women who had grown up watching their matches, and new fans young and old who were coming into the WWE at the best time. Every girl and woman sitting or standing around the arena was ready for the first of many PPVs showing off the best female talent. Lita eagerly welcomed several girls straining over the barricades with handshakes and a bright smile.

In the ring, things were a little grimmer. Alexa Bliss and Mickie James attacked early before the ref’s signal, rushing action from the legends. All four woman took turns having the upper hand, and wondering if they were going to make it out of the pin. Trish caught Alexa with a Stratusfaction, bringing their match to a close.

The night continued with the last round of the Mae Young Classic, the NXT Women’s championship between Kari Sane and Shayna Bazler, and then with the all-woman battle royal. More legends came out, and some hopeful future legends from NXT like Dakota Kai and Nikki Cross. The past met the future over and over again as participants went over the top rope. In the end, only one could stand by herself. And at this Evolution, it was Ember Moon.

***

Evolution ended with the match of the year. Becky Lynch and Charlotte Fair gave their all in the first ever Last Woman Standing match. Throughout the war, both women tried to use their submission moves on the other. During any other match, a submission would have been admitting that the other was the best wrestler. That she was right. But tonight, the last woman standing meant she had more drive, more power, and more right to the title than the one left in a heap.

Charlotte twisted in the air off a ring post. Becky was wobbling on her feet on the floor below. The last several counts had danced dangerously close to ten.

At the last second, Becky turned and flattened herself against the ring. Charlotte landed hard on the floor. She crawled around, gripping at Becky’s boot as her former friend rolled into the ring. Becky stood in the center, staring at her opponent as the ref counted.

Eight. Nine. Ten.

No matter the cost, Becky Lynch had retained her Smackdown Women’s Championship and proved herself to be the stronger woman. The one with the drive. That she was right.

***

***

Monday Night Raw – October 29, 2018

The Titantron lit up with your name and your colors. You entered with a smile and made your way to the ring, mentally giggling as heavy footsteps followed. Braun used his longer stride to get ahead of you so he could sit on the ropes and help you into the ring. He had made it clear that what happened last week with taking Dean and Roman’s titles with Bray Wyatt, now Dr. M, did not extend to you.

“Welcome to Monday Night Raw!” You smiled brightly. The welcome was never going to get old. “Evolution was a fantastic success. I got to meet some women last night that I never dreamed I would never see in person. And our ladies did an amazing job putting on the best show possible. I know it will not be the last of it’s kind.” You took a deep breath and looked back at Braun.

“But that was Sunday,” you continued. “Starting tonight, it is officially Survivor Series season. And that is why Braun is being my shadow for the evening. Because of… last year’s events leading up to Survivor Series, we thought it was best if I had a little extra security. I don’t want to end up in a match.”

“You have to say the thing.”

“What?”

Braun growled with a smirk. “You have to say the thing.”

No. His good-natured glare heavily suggested you should, but you tried to get out of it anyway. “I don’t want to. It’s too soon. I don’t want to be sick of it before the night’s out.”

He tilted his head. “But it’s Survivor Series Season.” When you grit your teeth, he chuckled. “You know we get a bonus every time we say it, right?”

Well in that case… “As you all know,” you said, smiling at him, “Survivor Series is the one time of year when Raw and Smackdown go head to head in competition.” You sighed. “This better be worth it.”

Braun just laughed and gave your back a hard pat, making you stumble forward.

“Our superstars will meet their superstars for each of the titles, and then also for the five on five tag team matches. We will start the process of selecting those team members tonight with two women’s matches and two men’s matches. And in new news this year, the champions of NXT and 205 Live will also go head to head. It might be a little rough for the NXT champion since War Games is the night before, but William Regal is sure his champion will triumph.”

The audience seemed to take the news well. You were able to let your shoulders relax.

“On that note, let’s get the show started with our first elimination member matches.”

On the way out, you quietly promised to split the phrase bonus with Braun since he was the one who told you.

***

Up first for the elimination match, Liv Morgan and Sasha Banks fought for their position. Ruby and Sarah Logan had accompanied their teammate into the arena, but she waved them backstage. They all knew Sasha hadn’t been having a good run. In Liv’s mind, tonight was going to be nothing different.

Unfortunately for her, it was.

Sasha was tired of sitting on the sidelines. Tired of missing opportunities. And tired of people assuming she was done. So after taking several minutes of Liv’s aggression, she flipped on her own. Harsh kicks and rapid-fire punches. The losses that had piled up were several too many. Headlocks and body slams. The way other wrestlers looked at her when she walked by was done. Jumps from the top ropes. With a battle-cry, Sasha grabbed Liv by her pink hair. She was thrown across the ring. Sasha caught her bouncing off the ropes and flipped back into a Bank Statement.

Liv submitted, giving the first spot on the women’s elimination team to Sasha.

***

Next was the first men’s spot match. Drew McIntyre proudly made it down to the ring and patiently waited for his opponent. His smug grin turned sour at the sound of Dolph’s record scratch. They didn’t waste any time. A position was next on Dolph’s list of goals, and it had a similar position for Drew. But instead of showing each other off, they did their best to crush one another. Drew tried several times for a Claymore. It was always evaded. Dolph attempted to use his small form and speed to tire out his former partner but was often brought to a halt with some submission hold.

Renee piped up in commentary, “I think this is more than about a spot on the Raw team. These men were practically attached at the hip to achieve a goal. Dolph wanted a match between them after obtaining a championship, but that never happened. This is the match we would have seen, for who can be the best man. But now it’s for who is right. Either Dolph in his ambitions, or Drew in his.”

Not even Corey could disagree with that.

Dolph jumped for a Zig-Zag, but Drew saw it coming and was able to flip him around. By the time Dolph had scrambled back to his feet, he was met with a Claymore. Drew stood over his unmoving body for a few seconds before moving in for the pin. He didn’t celebrate. Nor did he give Dolph’s glare a backward glance.

***

Bayley and Ruby were up next for the team spot. The Riott Squad leader did not make the same mistake as her teammate. Sarah Logan was ringside for the whole match. Any time the ref’s back was turned, she was on the apron looking to distract Bayley and give Ruby an upper hand.

When Sarah couldn’t interfere, Bayley was struggling to keep Ruby from keeping her shoulders terrifyingly close to the canvas. The hugger used her skills to flip their positions, and then her power to rain blows down onto her opponent. Ruby desperately blocked her face and kicked her feet, trying to get out. Finally, Ruby was able to catch Bayley in the ribs with a hit, sending her rolling across the ring.

She couldn’t waste the chance. She returned the favor, catching Bayley in her own trap, even when she grabbed hold of the bottom rope and the ref counted to four. Only at the last second did she let go.

Sarah moved to dip between the ropes while Ruby argued with the ref. She was quickly knocked to the floor, but Ruby was there to push the ref aside and roll Bayley up for the pin.

The Riott Squad made their quick exit, smirking all the way.

***

“Dean, wait up!” You hurried to catch up with your cousin’s receding form. “Where are you going? You’ve got a match later.”

He looked away at the ground. “I don’t think I need to be on the team,” he muttered.

“What?” You shook your head. “Why? You’re one of the best guys here and we need you. And I’m not saying that ‘cause-“

“I can’t Y/N. Find someone else for that match.” Dean shied away from your outstretched hand. “I’m the reason why… Roman and I lost the tag titles because of me. And then he… he left. I’m not… I can’t-“

“Dean,” you gently placed your hand on his shoulder, ready to snatch it back. When he leaned into the comforting touch, you took a deep breath. “He’s going to come back. In the meantime, I thought you’d like a fun fight. Your elimination spot match is with No Way Jose.” You bit your lip as he didn’t react. “Just make it to the ring. Then we’ll go from there, okay? No pressure. No promises. What happens is what happens… and you are still my favorite big cousin either way. Please?”

Dean winced a grin. “Sure, Ladybug. I’ll get there.” Then he calmly removed your hand from his shoulder and walked away.

***

As there were new tag team champions, Braun and Dr. M wanted to prove that they were the best team to face the Smackdown tag team. So you had set up two triple threat matches between the other Raw tag teams, the first one tonight. Dr. M and Braun watched from backstage, with you close by so Braun could keep a close eye on you.

The B-Team, the Authors of Pain, and the team of Heath Slater and Rhyno met in the ring. To keep things interesting, one member from each team would be allowed in the ring at a time instead of the usual two. This lead to some odd mini-alliances depending on who was the most dangerous wrestler in the ring at any given moment. Like Bo Dallas and Rezar against Rhyno. Or Curtis Axel and Heath against Akam, before they flipped to attack Curtis.

In the end, the general consensus that the Authors of Pain were the biggest threats was correct. Rezar pinned Bo while Akam held Rhyno in the corner behind the ref’s back. They posed at the top of the ramp with Drake Maverick, who spat warnings to the new champions that they wouldn’t champs for long.

***

When Dean walked into the arena, he had to laugh. No Raw before Halloween was complete without a Trick or Treat Street match. No disqualifications, and no promises. You were probably going to get flack for making an elimination spot match so frivolous, but Dean’s smile made it worth it. Besides, who didn’t want to see Jose conga-dancing with a skeleton?

There were, of course, candy corn kendo sticks, pumpkins, and bowls of candy that both men gleefully emptied into the crowd. When they got down to it, Dean was more than willing to participate. What he wasn’t expecting, was to laugh to much in a match for something so important.

The match could have gone either way. They were both having so much fun, neither was too insistent to pin the other but there was a goal to achieve. A Dirty Deeds into a mess of mutilated pumpkin parts did the trick.

As Dean pinned Jose, he nodded. You were right. He needed this match. And you had picked the perfect opponent that would have made Raw proud had he lost. They shook hands and shared a candy bar on their way out of the ring.

***

After the commercial break, Finn was standing in the ring with his Universal and a mic.

“Last year I was part of the elimination tag-team for Raw. This year I am battlin’ with my title against one of the best in the business.” He smiled. “My title. On Sunday Natalya won back her ability to say the same thing. My title. She’s goin’ to face Becky Lynch, a ‘nother incredible woman who has fought and clawed her way into bein’ able to do this.” Finn lifted the red and gold belt high above his head with his right hand. “There have always been incredible fights to that right. Always will be. But Survivor Series is different.”

He thumbed at his lip in thought. “Survivor Series is about seein’ who is the best between Raw and Smackdown. It’s about pride and cementin’ your stamp on wrestling deeper into the history of this ring. It’s more than just your legacy. It’s making it stand higher than another great name.”  

“I agree.” The Titantron flickered to life. AJ Styles was sitting in front of a blue screen with his WWE Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. “Thank you for that compliment. I concur that my legacy stands the highest in the WWE. I’ve been carrying this title for a while, and I have been carrying Smackdown for even longer.” He paused. “What is your legacy, Finn? An injury and a title you can’t defend without help from… a darker version of yourself?”

Finn smiled and sucked on his teeth. “Not like you can defend your title without almost losin’ it. Now that I’ve got it back, it hasn’t been at risk of changin’ hands. Unlike…” he pointed at the screen, where AJ curtly shot him a look.

“Are we going to do this like last time?”

Finn shook his head. “Nah. This time around I’m more int’rested in havin’ a man versus man fight.”

“I might make you regret that decision.”

“If you say so, AJ. But no one has made me regret being tha man I am. This man is the one who bested the demon in the first place. Took his crown. Shaped ‘im into what I needed. Finn Balor as a man is just as great a wrestler as tha Demon King. But I guess you’ll be findin’ that out in a few weeks.”

“I’ll be seeing you before Survivor Series,” AJ said with a smirk.

“Is t’at so? Lookin’ for a practice-match, phenomenal one?”

AJ shook his head. “Not quite. Trick or treat.” Then the screen went black.

Finn scoffed, unbothered.

***

Elias strummed. “Tonight, I take back what was stolen from me.” He thought for a moment, absently playing a tune that dropped and attacked the air around him. “Baron Corbin is going to walk with Elias and find that he is not gifted enough to stand to me. The Intercontinental Championship is going to be on my waist at Survivor Series, and I will defeat Shinsuke Nakamura. And then they will both know what all of you people here know and that is that WWE stands for?”He hooted as the audience gave the correct response. There would have been more, but Baron wasn’t the most patient person on the roster.

The Intercontinental Champion strutted out onto the stage, making sure that the gold on his title caught the light just right. He begrudgingly handed it to the ref and smugly bounced in his corner while Elias glared at him from the other side.

They fought hard. It was looking like Elias had the upper hand when there was a banshee-like screech. Baron retreated to the side of the ring furthest from the stage, while Elias stumbled for a closer look.

“Paige?” he read on the screen.

Baron took the moment to roll Elias up, latching his fingers into his belt loops for that extra leverage. Elias chased him out of the ring, where Baron was hastily handed the title.

You passed him on your way down the ramp. Braun was a few steps behind and stayed on the floor while you got in the ring for a better look around the arena. He joined you as Paige came in through the side stage entrance and the Smackdown roster filed down the stairs. She gave you a sweet smile before climbing through the ropes.

“Paige.”

“Y/N.”

“I would say it’s good to see you, but… I have to wonder what you’re doing here.”

She laughed. “Oh, sweetheart. Tis the season. Just thought we ought to come for a little visit-“

“And repeat what happens every year, rough up my roster? Come on Paige, you’re smarter than that.”

“I don’t really think you’re in a position to say so.”

Now it was your turn to smile. “Oh?” Making a big show of it, you raised your fist in the air and snapped. Raw wrestlers streamed in from all sides. Down the ramp. From the crowd, blocking Smackdown’s exit. They were backed up against the ring as they were surrounded. “What was that, sweetie?”

Paige cocked her head, acknowledging the strategic move.

You interrupted before she could say anything. “How about something new this year. We’ve got dozens of talented wrestlers, and we’re going to see the best spectacle of that in a few weeks. But tonight, I think we should give the Universe a match that won’t be happening at Survivor Series. Something unique.”

“Okay. I’m listening.”

“Champion versus champion. Someone you think embodies the ‘land of opportunity’ spirit of Smackdown. And I’ll pick mine. Well… actually, mine is already picked.”

“You planned this?”

A giggle escaped. “It all depended on your actions, Paige. A game of chess.

She shook her head. “It’s not much of a game if your obvious answer is already in the ring.” She nodded in Braun’s general direction.

The two of you shared a look. “That’s not a guarantee. I have a whole roster full of champions. Can you say the same?”

“You know I can.”

“Then do it. We’re in showbiz. Let’s put on a show.”

Paige looked past you, then reestablished eye contact with you. “Fine. I choose Sheamus.” The ring bounced as he entered the ring. You remained still, trying to keep your emotions under control. “I hope that’s okay.”

Sheamus stood between you. “I’ll make the match quick. Perhaps you should pick one of your B-list wrestlers? It would be a shame to embarrass one of your A-listers this close to Survivor Series.”

You chuffed. “This is Monday Night Raw. There is no such thing as a B-list wrestler here. But I thought you would have known that, having been moved to Smackdown this year.”

On the floor, Dean and Seth shared a smile watching you sass back and forth with Sheamus. Seth was enjoying every second of it. Dean was too, but he was also making a plan of attack if Sheamus tried anything.

Turning to your circle, you motioned for some to leave. The ones that did left up the ramp and brought chairs out onto the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen,” you said, “if you could please. We don’t want any shenanigans back stage, so you guys are going to get a front-and-center seat.” The rest of the roster shooed the blue-brand wrestlers to their seats. “Paige, you and I will be joining the commentary table. And now for our champion. As you said, they are already in the ring.”

Braun took several large steps forward, coming nose to nose with Sheamus. Then he stepped aside to reveal Ember Moon. She straightened her fire braids and turned towards her corner. Braun sat on the rope so you and Paige could exit, then he followed.

The night ended peacefully, all things considered. During the match, the rosters stayed where they were supposed to, and you and Paige got along well.

In the ring, Sheamus was pleasantly surprised at how well Ember was able to keep him on his toes. He may have towered over by what seemed like two feet, but she was nimble. And her height made it difficult to properly perform a Brogue kick. Her favorite way to avoid it was to shift just barely to one side, then send him a snide look. But he had an advantage too. When she had him staggering, Ember jumped for a Full Eclipse. Sheamus caught her.

Instead of throwing her backward for the advantage, he gently returned her to her feet. Then he held out his hand. “I stand corrected about the prowess of the Raw brand. Pax?”

Ember took his hand. “For now.”

Part 26: Missing

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Prompt: “Can I request Drake Maverick x Plus!reader with height difference? Maybe she’s feeling down on herself, like she sees most of the other girls as incredibly dainty and small and she just feels huge and hideous. Drake finds her, and helps her feel like the beautiful babe she is. (A bit of dominant!drake as well?) 💕💕💕” – @morie-leigh  

Pairing: Dom!Drake Maverick x PlusSized!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: height difference, body insecurities, SMUT, dirty talk, body worshiping

Word Count: 1650

Note: I’m so sorry this took so long to get out. In theory, there’s a new rotation of fic I’d like to try out. That should be happening soon, and it should help me get my fics out more regularly. College is hard, babes. I hope this is what you wanted, sweetie!

He was yours, but she looked like she should have been his. Because of his leadership of Authors of Pain, Drake got to be on Raw with you. With other women like Alexa and Ember and the Bella twins.

Then there was you. Almost as tall as the guys in heels and imposing. Looking at you, anybody not in the know would have never pinned you as Drake Maverick’s wife.

Drake saw you shift your gaze.  He wrapped up his conversation with Ember. A moment later he was at your arm taking your hand. “Hey.” His soft, cheery voice couldn’t make you look at him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you lied.

“No, you’re not,” he whispered. Drake squeezed your hand. “Think you could tell me when we get home?”

You nodded and squeezed back. It was impossible to leave until he released your hand, and only after giving your knuckles a kiss.

You could have hugged Triple H for scheduling the show in your hometown, where you and Drake lived. Part of you said it had been planned long before the shot to your confidence. The rest of you didn’t care.

“Home sweet home,” Drake chirped, dropping your bags by the front door. They could be dealt with in the morning. Before you could escape upstairs, his arms were wrapped around your waist. “Can you talk to me?” He came around to your front as your stomach clenched in knots. Your brow was worried as you tried to find the words. With a knowing sigh, Drake led you to the living room couch. He sat down first, then pulled you to straddle his waist.

“Drake-“

“Hey, I’ve been training with my team. You’re not going to crush me, trust me.”

With a nod, you did as he directed. It meant his face was right at your chest, and he only pulled you closer. He liked being smothered by you. In return, he smothered you with love and adoration.

“What do you need tonight, dear? Tell me. Do you want me to ravish you? Make you feel every bit of my love?” He gave a quick pat to your ass that made you jump. “Or do you need a long night? Slow and every second given towards telling you how much I love each and every cell of your body?”

You gulped and looked away. “Can… can you…”

“Go on, love. It’s okay. What do you need? I’m here to listen.”

Pain blossomed in your bottom lip as you bit it. He reached up and soothed you stop. “Drake, can… can you remind me why you love me? I’m too large. Too heavy. Too tall. And maybe I’m a little jealous? I love having you on the same show, but… you look like you match more with the other women than you do me. All my fears are so loud in my head, spinning and confusing me. I know you love me… I’m having trouble remembering why.”

Drake ran his hands up your thighs. “I can do that.” His hand continued around to your back and under your shirt. “It could take me days to tell you why I love you; there’s so much to cover. Your laugh. The way your face lights up when you win a match. How your eyes catch the light when they catch mine. Beautiful, and smart to boot. A brilliant strategist. But your body… that could take me all week.”

It was easy to follow his instructions. No shirts allowed. No pants. No undergarments. That went for him too. Drake sat back down but made you stand. He kept his face neutral while his eyes raked your body. Then, as he made you turn, he hummed in hungry delight before snatching you to straddle his waist again.

“I love these.” Drake gripped handfuls of your thighs. “I love the power of them. It’s one of my favorite things to watch you wrap them around somebody’s throat and take them to the mat. And that is only topped when they squeeze around my head when I go down on you.” He guided your face close to his for a deep kiss.

You whimpered into his lips.

He chuckled and leaned back to observe more of you. Then he wrapped his lips around each of your nipples. His hands traveled up your body so he could squeeze and kneed them, and twist your nipples into hard tips.

“I love these because they fit so perfectly in my hands. They are the first parts of you I love to taste.” He growled in the back of his throat. “And I love them bouncing in my face when you ride me like you’re going to tonight.”

For a moment your heart was gripped by a cruel hand of doubt. He didn’t command it often, but it always terrified you. But the more he lightly bit across the swells of your breasts, and the more he murmured against your skin, you knew that by the end of the night there would be no doubts as to how much he loved you. All of you.

The present came back into focus when his fingers slid over your parted lips. You opened them wider, sucking on his fingers messily. He watched, eyes bright and focused on the way your lips closed around him. He was probably picturing how your lips did the same to his cock on other nights. The thought made you shift in his lap enough to feel how much he loved seeing you this way. When his fingers were thoroughly soaked, he took them away and tapped lightly at your clit. You widened your kneeling so he could curl perfectly for the first time that night into your heat. He found you needy, making you both smile as your walls were already sucking his fingers further into your pussy.

“How does that feel, Y/N?” He pumped his fingers faster and prevented you from falling forward to hide your face. “By the looks of the color in your cheeks, you like it a lot. I love it too. I’m just barely started and you’re just a few strokes from cumming, aren’t you?” He frowned as you bit your lip and nodded. “Words, love.”

You whined as he stopped moving. “I’m so close, baby. Please don’t stop.” You bucked down onto his hand, moaning as he gave you what you wanted.

Drake eyes took on a dark shadow. “This, right here, nearly tops my list. I love blissing you out. Controlling your pleasure in the only way I can. If I wanted, I could hold you on the edge all night. Or make you come until you can’t see straight or remember your name. No matter what I’d chose, you’d take what I gave you and give me the joy of watching you fall apart.”

He moved faster and thumbed roughly over your clit. His lips again closed around your nipples, sucking and biting to make you gasp. Your hands rushed to grip his shoulders. Just feeling his muscles ripple under your touch grounded you and helped you hold out for a few more seconds before falling apart with a high mewl.

Drake licked his lips and kissed at the underside of your jaw. He continued to pump his fingers, easing you down from the high.

“Are you ready, love?”

“Yes.”

He grinned. “I bet you are.” Between you, he stroked his length, not that it needed the extra excitement. But the sight of your slick slipping down his fingers and spreading over his cock made you want him even more. And he knew it. But tonight wasn’t about making you wait, keeping you on any brink, or even taking what he wanted. It was about giving you what you needed. So he did. His grip on your waist guided you to sink fully onto his cock in one clipped breath. Both heaving, you stayed still until your body had adjusted.

“Ride me, Y/N. Bounce on my cock. Show me that side of you that loves to surprise me.” His head collapsed back onto the couch as you raised up and slammed down. “Like that, love. Just… just like that.”

You moved like a woman possessed. Drake’s fingertips tightened into your skin, guiding you to rotate your hips, and holding you down when he knew you needed to catch your breath. When his eyes weren’t on your breasts doing his favorite thing, they were on your face. Watching your eyes fight to stay open. Watching your lips part for gasps of oxygen. Watching you relax.

“That’s it, love,” he whispered. “The only time when you are ever too much for me… is when I feel so lucky to be the one who gets to hold you in my arms. To hear your dreams and fears. Moments like this. And I love you because you trust me and I can trust you. No other woman could do that. No one but you. Cum, love.”

He gave a roar as your walls clamped down on him. You fell forward onto his chest, panting on the side of his face.

“On your knees, my love.”

You may have towered over him in public, but in private, he was the only one who could bring you to your knees to stand above you. Though neither knew how he managed to wobble to his feet any time he wanted to paint your face in cum.

Drake’s groans stuttered out of his mouth. You helped by pumping his cock for him, closing your eyes as his release coated your face. He moaned deeper as you darted out your tongue to catch some of it from your lips. He chuckled and took your hand.

“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up so I can dirty you all over again. I’m not finished with you yet.”

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