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The Best of Darkness

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The reader snarks that Dick should do something to keep her from wanting to go out in the dark. So he brings the darkness to her.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, vampire play (can I call it that?) sir/sub, bondage, oral (female receiving), biting, slight bloodplay

Word Count: 1930

Note: Felt in a vampy mood. And it was DC week on my writing schedule. Happy month of Halloween! Tag lists and requests open as always. Enjoy!

“Dick, I swear by that bedazzled disco monstrosity you used to wear, if I find out you’ve lost my blaster wrist guards again I’m going to-“

His finger was on your lips in a second. “I did not lose them. And, for the record, I didn’t lose them the first time. I was modifying them.”

You scoffed. “I couldn’t get them to work for a month after you ‘modified’ them. Where are they this time?” He looked nervous. If you weren’t so worried for your gear it would have been cute. And hot how he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I’m not a hundred percent sure-“

“Dick-“

“Stop saying it like that. You love my dick. Not a hundred percent sure, but I’m… fifty… six percent sure they are in the cave next to the computer. I was trying to download their diametrics- Y/N.” He sighed and caught your arm as you tried to leave the room. “If I can… upgrade them a bit I’ll feel better about sending you out there.”

It was a long ongoing debate. And it intensified at about the same time every year.

“Sweetie, you can’t keep worrying about me every time October rolls around. I’ve been doing this a while. I can handle it.” You gently removed his hand and headed towards your bedroom. It had been a long day… a long week. You were due for a shower and some sleep on your night off. “You know, if you wanted to keep me from seeking justice in the dark, you should probably find something to keep me here.”

The Wayne mansion may have been old as dirt and lacking in electrical outlets in the main house, but Bruce had spared no expense in the plumping. There was never a shortage of hot water. The great ventilation protected the tiles and woodwork and ensured the mirrors never fogged. Alfred was still your favorite. He was the one who had commissioned the giant fluffy towels unique to each team member.

You stepped out of the bathroom and found you couldn’t see a meter past your feet. The room was pitch dark.

“Dick?” you called. “Richard Grayson, what did you do?”

The bathroom light went out, making you squeak at first. Then you ducked and crouched to move around the room. You were just reaching for your emergency gun when a cold hand brushed across your knuckles. It caught you before you could move away. You were pulled to your feet and pinned against the wall.

“Tonight, darling, it’s not Richard.” Two bright red eyes opened in front of you. “It’s sir.”

With a snap, the room was barely illuminated by a series of candles set around. They had real flames and were too sporadic for him to have been able to light them electronically. And his eyes.

“How are you doing that?” They were mesmerizing. You couldn’t look away and let yourself be led to the bed.

“Don’t worry about it,” he whispered in a voice that sounded more like him. “You said you wanted something to keep you in tonight. I’ll answer anything you ask… later.” He tugged the towel and watched it fall to the floor with a groan. “If you still have voice enough to ask.” He grinned, showing off elongated canines and premolars.

Damn, that was hot.

He guided you to lay on the bed. Still mesmerized by his eyes and fluid movements, you didn’t notice the cuffs until they clicked into place. A twinge of panic made you pull at them. He laughed. Dick cupped your face in his hand and brought your attention back to him. Your writhing stilled. Your breathing evened. He smiled and leaned forward to capture you in the first kiss of many.

The fangs occasionally caught at your lips. His tongue delved deep into your mouth, mimicking the patterns you hoped he would replicate between your thighs later. You whined into his mouth; you wanted more. His tight grip suddenly on your hips cut you off at a gasp.

“Are you going to be good tonight, darling?”

“Yes.”

His eyes flashed.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he crooned. Again, his lips caught yours. He sucked on your bottom lip, then tilted your head for access to your neck. Your blood pounded in your ears the closer he came to your jugular. For a split second, you wondered if this really was your partner or something that had replaced him and was about to drink you dry. Weirder things had happened. The teeth did not connect. He breathed over your pulse point, sending goosebumps dancing across your skin. He kissed you softly, humming into your skin in a way only you would know.

It was him. And he was about to have his sweet wicked way with you.

“Please-“

“No. There will be plenty of time for that later. Right now I just want you to feel.” Dick leaned back and trailed his fingertips down your body. They weren’t as cold as before but compared to the heat of your body, they were like ice. Your body arched under his touch. If you couldn’t beg out loud, your body could do it for you. Including how your thighs rubbed together. Dick noticed and shifted down so he could lightly force them open.

All of your nerves shivered with anticipation. He dragged his nose down the center of your stomach, then down one thigh and up the other. You whimpered.

Dick smirked. “Always so difficult. Maybe I should keep you here all night.” He gave a slight tap to the underside of your thigh. “You know I am infinitely more patient than you. Don’t you agree?”

You nodded your head while your chest stuttered mid-heave.

“Good girl.”

You were forced to bite your lip. The cuffs jangled as you tightened your hold around them. Dick had pushed your thighs further apart and was flattening his tongue against you. Curling it into your heat. Lapping at you. More than tasting. Devouring. And those teeth would scrape on either side of your lips, making your hips jump as if you wanted to be bitten. All the while your throat felt like it was burning with all the sounds you couldn’t make. And Dick kept doing all he could to cause them.

“I like this game,” he purred, curling a finger into your heat. “Good training exercise. How to be silent when you need stealth.” He kissed your inner thigh and nipped at it with his teeth. “You’re doing so good, Y/N. So quiet… I can almost hear your heart thundering.”

It would not have surprised you if he could.

Dick added another finger to his ministrations and sucked lightly at your clit. He nipped harder at your thigh when you gasped. You thought he’d back off. Give you time to recover, perhaps. No. Instead, he moved faster. Sucked harder. Ate you out noisily and scissored you open while you gushed. Your body went rigid as he curled into the perfect place. He eased you through your orgasm, guiding you while also prolonging the pleasure until you were bucking away from his hand. He licked and nipped his way up to your breasts.

Although they were already at attention, Dick sucked on your nipples like he would during preparing you. It seemed he was preparing you for something more. Something you waited for on baited breath as he situated himself between your thighs. His length ran up through your folds, toying with your sensitivity.

“Are you ready to scream for me, darling?”

You nodded.

“Let me hear you, baby.”

“Yes, sir,” you moaned. Your voice was already wrecked.

Proudly, he grinned and his red eyes flashed. “Hold nothing back, now. I want all of it.”

There was a lot to give.

He filled you in one solid thrust. While your body adjusted, he panted and braced himself on either side of your body. Your eyes were too crossed to see much of his face.

“Always so perfect for me.” He leaned even more forward, taking the chance to undo your cuffs and to impossibly deepen his reach. “Mark me. Because I am going to be marking you.”

Naturally, your hands wrapped around to his back. You held on, digging your nails into his skin for stability.

His hips began a slow rhythm that got faster the more you screamed. He braced against the headboard for the both of you, his other arm wrapped around your waist to keep you as close to him as possible. A strangled gasp escaped between his lips as your hips started to match his. Back and forth. The sound of everything he was doing to you was loud, so you had to be louder. He worked to make you louder.

You felt his hot breath on your neck before you felt his teeth. His shoulders rippled under your nails as you clawed them deeper. The bite made your body shudder and almost sent you over the edge.

“Please, sir, again.”

He chuckled low and dark. “Again, she asks.” He made you moan with a strong thrust before slowing down his pace. “And what will you give me for such a kiss, darling?”

With a shuddering breath, you turned your head closer to his ear. “More of me than I have ever been able to give you before.”

Dick growled and harshly twisted your neck so he could once again have access to your throat. His hips once again brought you to the precipice. They slammed into you over and over again. But he waited. Your high pitched moans and desperate clinging to him did nothing. He waited. He removed his hand for just a second, only enough so he could sling your leg higher over his hip. He waited until your eyes could no longer fight to stay open, and your breathing had reduced to shallow pants.

Then he bit you.

He bit at the curve of your neck just as it turned into your shoulder. There was a split-second pause, then your skin gave way to his teeth. Your body gave way to pleasure. And Dick fell along with you. His usual guttural cry was muffled against your skin. It vibrated through you and made you arch even closer to him.

Your bodies stuck together as he collapsed. You didn’t let go, not wanting him to leave. His warm body against yours was always the best part of the last thing you would remember before falling asleep. Still, he kissed over your bite mark and left for a minute. Your eyes drooped, but you could feel him taking care of your wound and cleaning you up.

When he finally slipped into bed, you hummed in delight and curled towards his chest. You decided you could fight sleep for just a little longer.

“How long had you been planning this?”

“Since you made me watch Queen of the Damned last month.”

You laughed and poked his chest. “I didn’t make you do anything. I was watching my movie and you plopped down and stole my popcorn. You’ve never complained about my smug indulgences before.”

He nuzzled at your jawline. “Not complaining now. I kinda liked how you reacted to me tonight.” You hissed as he nipped at your neck again with his fancy new teeth.

With a hushed sigh, you tilted your head to give him more access again. “What can I say? The best things happen in the dark. And baby, you are the best of darkness.”

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Notes to Thirteen Year Old Girls

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When your best friend tells you all she had for breakfast
Was a packet of Splenda and a Diet Coke,
And she tells you that she’ll stop after she loses five more pounds,
Do not believe her.
Tell her mother.
It does not matter how angry your friend gets.
The pain of that will always be preferable to the pain
Of seeing your best friend in four years
Weighing as much as she does now
Half-dead in the hospital.

When your father sneaks into your bed in the dead of the night,
And he tells you that this is how fathers love their daughters,
Do not believe him.
Tell your English teacher.
She will have read millions of stories of girls like you.
There is a one in six chance that she will be a girl like you.
There is a five in six chance that she will know what to say to you.
There is a six in six chance that she will help you.

When your veins whisper to you in the moonlight
And say that there are so many nightmares inside you
That could be free
If you would just open your arms,
Do not believe them.
Tell your school’s guidance counselor,
No matter how scared you are
Because whispers are liars,
And opening your arms will only open the passage
For more nightmares to climb in.

And when the therapists say that you are better,
Totally better,
And you don’t need to worry about the sadness again,
Do not believe them.
Always be cautious, because sadness has a way
Of sneaking up on you
When you’re not looking.
Be careful.
Be careful.

Woah

this fucking made me cry fuck

Note to everyone. Not just 13 year olds. 

Okay I’m 13 and I really really needed this, but this goes to absolutely anyone.

Wish I read this at 13, passing it around so hopefully others will get the chance to see it

Family Found Part 21: Your Catastrophe

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It’s the first week as an official co-manager of Raw with Baron Corbin. That would be fine… if he wasn’t rewriting everything the Reader had planned for the show.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, Baron being a jerk

Word Count: 1864

Note: Again, super rushed, sorry. This week has been hard, but I’m hoping to get back into the swing of things over the next couple of days. And I am super excited for what I’ve got in store for TLC. If WWE doesn’t put it out there first. Which is seriously my biggest fear right now since what I’ve been writing (and planned months ago; i.e. Drew’s test of loyalties last week) has been so close to what has been actually happening on the show. Keep your fingers crossed that I can keep giving you guys unique content. Happy reading! Any and all feedback super appreciated!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 20: Handling It

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Monday Night Raw – October 1, 2018 – Seattle, WA

No Way Jose’s peppy music started the night. He danced out with his conga line in tow, ready for his chance at participating in the TLC Intercontinental Championship fatal-four-way. He made his way around the ring and then danced in the center of it. Just as he finished, there was a record scratch followed by a bit of silence. Jose grinned as the stage lit up with Dolph Ziggler’s pink and star-studded entrance. Dolph came out, flanked by Drew McIntyre. They gave each other a fist bump before the Scottish Psychopath left, rushing to leave before the conga line could catch up with him.

The match was fast paced. Dolph’s speed and Jose’s sense of rhythm made for some interesting combinations of attacks and reversals. The longer it went on, the more Dolph became agitated. So much so, that he eventually went for a steel chair.

He swung it wildly while the referee stayed between him and Jose. The ref bounced off the canvas as Dolph shoved him to one side. As the chair descended onto Jose’s shoulders and back, the bell rang for the disqualification. He continued the assault until Jose stopped moving, whether from true injury or the illusion of one to end the fight. Dolph dropped the chair in one corner and froze. With a growl, he realized what he had just thrown away.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Baron Corbin walked out onto the stage. “Considering the circumstances, this match is still not finished.” Jose’s head wearily popped up. “It is going to start with a no disqualification stipulation. Ref, if you would.” He waited for the signal and the bell, then smiled.

Jose wobbled to his feet. Dolph picked the chair up again and swung. The first one was easily avoided, the second one not so much as Jose was too slow in seeing the chair approaching his stomach. He bent forward, then arched to stretch out the pain. Dolph used the stretch to use a Zig-Zag, winning the match.

***

Baron walked backstage and nearly ran into you. “What was that?” you demanded. “There was no call for that. Dolph cheated and that should have been it.”

He moved to push by you, but you stood in the way. He sighed. “You need to leave your personal vendetta against Dolph out of this. It’s up to us to make fair decisions and to reopen opportunities when they’ve been cut short.”

“Fair? It what you did had been fair, all of the matches would be no DQ.”

“That’s a great idea.” He heavily dropped his hand onto your shoulder, ignoring how you immediately pushed it away. “I’m glad you thought of it. I’ll make sure those rules are in place for Seth Rollin’s match against Jinder Mahal next week.” He turned with a short laugh.

“What? No, Corbin!” You had to fight not to stomp your foot like a child. No matter how much his retreating form irritated you.

***

There was another round planned for a spot in the women’s number one contender’s match at TLC. Natalya had left it up to you to make sure the right people made it to the match. It wasn’t hard considering Ruby Riott had already been planned to fight Nia Jax. What seemed to always be out of your reach was the Riott Squad’s ability to slip past security and make it to ringside.

Nia wasn’t worried. She wanted her title back and she was going to get it, no matter how many women she had to cut through. In no time at all, she had the upper hand and Ruby had retreated to a corner to whisper with her friends. Nia grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back into the center of the ring. Out of sight, Liv Morgan and Sarah Logan circled the ring. The ref was too busy making sure Nia let go of Ruby’s hair to notice as they crept onto the apron.

With a series of kicks, Ruby was able to get away and cry foul enough to hoard the ref’s attention. The Squad attacked. Once Nia was incapacitated enough, Ruby’s injured magically healed and she as able to surge back into the fray. A three-count later, Ruby Riott was officially another member of the TLC fatal-four-way. Only two more matches to go.

***

Backstage, You followed the sound of their cackling and blocked their path before they could flip the clipboard of a techie. “That was low, even for you.” You ignored Baron’s heavy footsteps coming to a stop behind you. “And I didn’t think you would want an outcome like this. You’re a great wrestler Ruby, but we can’t see your full potential if you keep letting your Squad intervene.”

Ruby shared a look with her girls and smiled with a shrug. “What’s done is done. Unless tonight is going to be a night of do-overs. Even then, I’d still win.” She cocked her head. “And my potential is just fine, for those who know where to look. It’s a simple preservation of energy. Squad or no squad, tonight proves I could have beaten Nia for the title.”

Baron sniggered, “I have to agree.”

“Shut up,” you hissed, glancing over your shoulder.

He mocked motioned that he was hurt. “That’s no way to talk to your co-manager.”

“If my co-manager keeps acting like this,” you said, gritting your teeth, “he’s going to mysteriously go missing.” The Riott Squad gasped and huddled together as if watching a drama, minus the popcorn.

“Are you threat-“

“Ruby,” you said, turning your back on Baron, “I am going to let you stay in the fatal-four-way. Not because I think you earned it, but because I know that your actions are going to come full circle, with or without my interceding. Congratulations on your win tonight.”

The Riott Squad left in a chorus of giggles, obviously not perturbed by what you said.

***

Later that night, Dean and Roman had a tag match against the Ascension. All four of them were focused on their opposing forces. Roman was constantly cheering Dean on, and Dean was bouncing around the ring in a moody way. While his moves were just a powerful as normal, they were sloppy. Like he had something else on his mind. Roman didn’t seem to care, if he noticed at all. Dean was back and they had a match, and he was going to watch his back.

Viktor was suited to fight Dean. His lithe form made sure the movements were quick and surprising. Konnor was more suited to fight Roman. While they were not the same height, nor did they have the same strength, Konnor kept Roman on his toes. Both teams were made of battle brothers, willing to do anything for each other. Apparently, for the Ascension, that meant involving outside help. The sudden appearance of Jinder Mahal and Sunil Singh at ringside told the Universe that the Ascension was not going to be another squash match for the two Shield brothers.

Seth ran down to the ring, preventing Jinder from getting involved and catching Dean as Viktor threw him out of the ring. They had untangled themselves just in time to see the Ascension double-team Roman and win the pin.

The Shield took over the ring, but the damage had been done.

***

During the commercial break, Baron had made a match for the Superstar Show-Down. The battle lines drawn during the match were going to stand, including what you considered to be a strange an unnecessary alliance between Jinder and the Ascension.

This time, you were the one following Baron. And you weren’t going to mince words. “A good GM would make it a rematch just between Dean, Roman, and the Ascension. And leaving Jinder out of it.”

Baron didn’t look up from his notes. “Well, that shows how much of a terrible GM you’re going to be. That’s not how things are done around here. Especially now that I’m going to be making the majority of the matches.” He handed you the stack of papers and tapped them as if you were a secretary being given another task. Then he was gone. Again. And you were angry. Again.

You almost punched the person who tapped your shoulder. At the last second, you realized it was Mojo Rawley. “Mr. Rawley,” you puffed, relaxing yourself, “what can I do for you?”

He shuffled on his feet a little before answering. “I want a rematch with Finn Balor. It doesn’t have to be for the Universal tonight, but if I win I want to be declared the number one contender, and then get to face him in Australia.”

“I don’t know, Mojo-“

“I’ve already challenged him and he accepts as long as you clear the match.”

Compared with the rest of the night, this was probably going to be the only thing that went to plan. “Okay. You’ve got your match. Head towards Gorilla and I’ll tell Finn. Have fun.”

***

Mojo got his rematch. Well, most of it.

Kevin Owens had decided that he was not finished with Finn either. He too appeared at ringside and attempted to distract the Universal Champion. But his plan did not go as well as others had that night. Instead of giving Mojo and opening to win his contender spot, Mojo was too busy yelling at Kevin to go away. He turned around when Kevin shifted his gaze to behind him and rushed head-first into a harsh slingblade that wiped him out. Kevin watched with his hands on his head as Finn climbed to the top of the turnbuckles, then crashed down with a coup de grace.

It was a win. But not one that Finn considered wholly honorable. He helped Mojo to his feet and whispered, “you’ll get yar real re-match. Jus’ let me deal with ‘im first, yeah?” They shared a look, then slowly turned their attention to Kevin.

He nervously looked between them. To save face he began muttering about mind games. “You’re not going to always see me coming, Balor. I can promise you that.”

Finn grinned. “If ya say so. But I’ll see ya in Australia.”

Kevin made a hasty retreat while you set the match backstage.

***

He found you texting in the office and plopped down on the only chair in the room. “I think tonight went well.”

You grumbled, “I can’t say that I agree.” When Baron shrugged his shoulders, you let a tiny wave of anger rule you. “There was interference in every single match!”

“Not the first one-“

“You interfered in that one.”

“Oh, come on.” He stood. “You’re not still mad about-“

“Yes. Yes, I am.” You stepped away from him. “You know, the show would run a whole lot smoother if you would just stay out of my way.”

“You didn’t even want this job!”

“And yet here I am, cleaning up your catastrophe.” You were half a second away from finding a chair to stand on so you could glare at him properly when your phone rang.

Baron grinned as he saw who it was from. “Have fun explaining your catastrophe to Stephanie.” He continued to chuckle as you left the room.

Part 22: A Turn of Events

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Found

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Hide n’ Seek takes a hot turn.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: dub-con play (it’s a game, and consensual as set up by a not-included conversation), SMUT, dirty talk, slight bondage, begging, language

Word Count: 1110

Note: Kind of drabble sized but to the point. Tag lists, requests, and general questions open. Enjoy!

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“Y/N.”

The timber of his voice made you shiver.

“I am not a patient man.”

Yeah, right. Former assassin and probably the record holder for longest stake-out, he had all night. You had all night. Or you would have if he wasn’t already in the room.

His boots stepped into view of your hiding place. You held your breath, waiting for them to pass. They moved on.

“Y/N.”

Large hands wrapped around your ankles and tugged you out from under the bed. The room tilted and you found yourself pinned to the bed. Bucky hovered over you and licked his lips hungrily.

“Under the bed, seriously?”

You gulped. “It was the best I could do under the circum-“

He hushed you with a finger over your lips. “No excuses.” His eyes raked over you and your skimpy night-time apparel. A minute later he was making the same observation over your naked form, your clothes haphazardly tossed around the room. When you tried to cover yourself, he pinned your wrists over your head. He rolled his hips, pressing his bulge against your sex and making you moan.  “So, you do what this. I bet if I were to check you right now, you’d be soaking for me already.”

As his hand reached for the juncture of your thighs, you pressed them tightly together. Just because he’d caught you didn’t mean you were going to give up so easily. Bucky leaned close to your face, his eyes dark with so many promises of what he was going to do to you. His nose trailed across your cheekbone. His lips kissed lightly at the underside of your jaw. It was dangerously close to your sweet spot. He kissed around it, chuckling as you squirmed between getting away and trying to urge him to the spot.

“Are you going to play nice,” he whispered, “or am I going to have to take what I want?”

You whimpered and thrust your hips, but adamantly kept your thighs closed.

“Okay then.”

Bucky leaned back and made a show of taking off his belt. Weakly, you fought as he wrapped it around your wrists and attached it to the headboard. His hands trailed down your body. They stopped at your breasts, given them a tight squeeze that made you gasp. Your skin raised with bumps where he ran his fingers lower down your body. Taking hold of your thighs, he forced them apart to reveal your leaking sex.

He laughed. “Oh, yes. Very ready for me.” Your hips bucked as he ran a finger up through your slick. With widening eyes, you watched as he sucked his finger into his mouth for a taste, humming around it. As if greedy for more, he curled two fingers into you. He stroked and curled and thumbed at your clit until you were shaking.

Don’t cum. Not like this.

“Cum for me, baby. I know you can do it.” His hot breath was suddenly next to your ear. “And I know you want to.”

No. No. No.

He frowned as you shook your head. “Suit yourself.” Again, he licked his fingers. “I could taste you all night until you did cum, but something else needs attending to first.” He palmed over his bulge. There was nowhere to go with your wrists tied together, and the sound of his zipper made your chest tighten with your short breaths. He pinned your thighs open, thrusting his cock through your slick in a way that frustrated you to no end.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“What was that?”

What happened to having all night?

He thrust the head into your channel, then returned to torturing you.

Bucky. Bucky happened.

“Please,” you rasped, “please fuck me.”

“That was going to happen anyway, sweetheart.”

He slammed into you, filling you in one breath and shivering with a groan. You screamed as he did that over and over again. The headboard crashed against the wall. The belt was beginning to cut into your wrists. But all you could focus on was the way his pelvis crashing into you and how his thrusts cut through your attempts to breathe. Your name fell like a chant from his lips. A prayer where sometimes he was amused at your attempts to get away, and sometimes where all he could do was sing your praise.

“Taking me so good. Do you feel full? Do you feel how everything in your body sparks when I fuck you?” He twisted and kept going until your screams reached a higher pitch. “I found it,” he chuckled darkly. “And now the real fun begins. Or are you going to cum like a good girl?”

Yes. All of the above.

“No.” You closed your eyes but continued to meet his thrusts. “I don’t feel it.”

“Then I’m not working hard enough.”

Bucky tilted you back, deepening the angle that he could reach inside of you. You shrieked. Your eyes opened just enough to where he could see how they were rolled back in your head. He moved faster. One hand released your thigh and began to play at your clit. Circling it, pinching it. He tried everything he could to make your walls clamp around him. You were so close. And by the way his thrusts were getting sloppy despite their speed, so was he.

“Cum, Y/N. I’ll go all night if I have to. But you will cum.”

You couldn’t fight it anymore. With a shout, you fell apart. Bucky fell forward and fisted at the sheets as he followed you. His body landed on top of yours, sticking and bumping into one another as your chests rushed for oxygen.

You licked your lips while he untied your wrists. “That was-“

“Amazing.”

“Yeah.”

He pulled you to his chest and rubbed your wrists. A few seconds later you both burst into giggles. It had been something random. Something you wanted to do to prove to Bucky that you trusted him. That he could trust you too in that you would tell him if things had gone wrong. Which they hadn’t. You’d talked about it for almost a month before setting a date. Then, like an idiot, you had forgotten until he came home. Still, you weren’t going to argue with the results.

“I’m glad we found something new to do. If you liked it.” You did your best not to tense up in his embrace.

Bucky hummed and circled his thumb on your arm. “I think I did. Though I might need another round to be sure. Maybe where you have to look for me?”

You smiled. “I think that can be arranged.”

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Family Found Part 20: Handling It

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It looks like the Reader has no way out when a role change is placed before her. If she accepts, everything will change; if she doesn’t… everything will still change, but possibly for the worst.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, huge responsibility announced, fluffy/mushy cousin stuff

Word Count: 2850

Note: Due to what happened this week in my personal life, some of this is kind of rushed. Everything that needs to be said is said. Plot happens = mission accomplished. Any feedback is super appreciated. Enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 19: When Hell Breaks Loose [Hell in a Cell]

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Monday Night Raw – September 24, 2018 – Denver, CO

Kurt Angle waved away the “you suck” chants before they had much time to get started. “You’re probably going to mean those words here in a minute,” he joked, not smiling. “I need to address my absence from the past several weeks.”

He had to stop as Stephanie McMahon’s music cut through his next words. She didn’t say a thing, just joined him in the ring and stood in one corner.

After a deep breath, he continued. “As of the end of the show tonight, I will no longer be the manager of Raw.”

Again, Kurt had to wait for the audience to calm down before he could speak. “Over the past several weeks, certain steps have been taken, ones that I’m sure a few of you could read. Both Stephanie and I put our top choices for my replacement to the test by giving them weeks to run Raw. Since things went well, it is now time for me to step down, and for others to step up.”

Stephanie walked up to stand by him. “We all want to thank you for your time with us. While we have not always agreed, I wanted to thank you personally for all your sacrifices as well.” She shook his hand, ignoring how he didn’t seem to believe her words. “Now for the two to step up. And those co-managers are Baron Corbin and Y/N Ambrose.”

Baron went out first. He smirked from ear to ear, dressed to the nines in a nicer vest than usual and his signature expensive watch on his wrist.

You, on the other hand, were terrified. The announcement had come as a shock to you. Like you were the last one to know. The past several weeks had been so busy, there hadn’t been time to even think about this outcome. Just sparks of wondering. Your fears had just been justified last week. There wasn’t a way to disagree, not that Kurt had listened.

Baron grabbed your hand and shook it. “This is going to be interesting,” he muttered to you.

That it was.

***

Drew McIntyre and Rezar of the Authors of Pain had the first tournament match for the Intercontinental Championship. They had not gotten along last week, and that continued into the match. Drew had to admit, though, Rezar was powerful. And Rezar noted how Drew could move faster than he looked.

In the back, Akam and Drake Maverick watched the match on a screen. They flinched as their teammate was tossed around in ways none of them could have foreseen. Also, they cheered Rezar on when he successfully threw Drew out of the ring or flipped him onto the canvas. Things were going well.

A Claymore Kick ended the match.  

The win and the adrenaline hit Drew hard. He went as far as placed one boot on Rezar’s chest as the ref held his arm up by the elbow. “You are nothing without your tag partner,” he called down. He repeated it as his opponent rolled to the outside of the ring.

“At least I tried to bring something to the group,” Rezar shot back. “Anything you do is credited to Dolph. He’s nothing without you, and he’s holding you back. How long are you going to let him?”

That stopped Drew cold. His hands tightened around the top rope, then loosened as he thought over those statements. Rezar was the one who left with the smile, while Drew seemed to be one concerned about the future.

***

It had taken some time, but you finally caught up with Kurt. He saw you and turned, as if trying to pretend he was busy and hadn’t seen you.

“Mr. Angle, we need to talk.” You kept the growl out of your voice, but just barely. “Why didn’t you tell me you were scouting me for general manager at the beginning? I could have prepared better, arranged matches differently-“

“You are more than qualified for this.”

“Three weeks and a PPV? I’m am incredibly underqualified!”

He looked away while you dug your fingernails into your palm. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to think like other managers. If you had… I was afraid you would fall into the same mistakes instead of being you.” It was a weak argument and he knew it. He wouldn’t look you in the eyes; his hands rustled in his pockets. “When I told you last week, I had hoped the announcement this week would have been less of a shock.”

Now you did growl. “You said it like I had a few more weeks to learn the ropes. Possibly with you right there instead of dropping me into the deep end of the pool.”

“Is there a problem here?” Stephanie walked up behind Kurt.

You slid into a more neutral face. “No. The situation has been set and it’s unlikely to change.”

She glanced at Kurt then put on her sticky sweet smile. “You know, Y/N, you don’t have to accept the appointment. If you want to remain a journalist with us, you can. It’s your choice. Baron-“

“Baron Corbin will misuse his power the second he gets it. I don’t know why you picked him.”

“Y/N, sweetheart-“

“Since when do you call me sweetheart?”

Stephanie sputtered and gestured while she thought of something. “Today, I guess. Really, Y/N, I’m hurt that you don’t trust me.”

You snorted. “Ms. Stephanie, I doubt a sledgehammer to the kneecaps could hurt you. You are made of cold, unrelenting steel.”  

“Thank you?” She shot a look at Kurt, who was doing his best to hide a smirk. “Now I know why he chose you. You’re not afraid to say what you mean. And that’s something that can be rare around here.”

At your sides, your hands twitched in and out of fists. “Maybe if it wasn’t so rare there would be less problems.” You held up your hand before either of them could speak. “I’m going to think about it. Don’t set anything in stone just yet. As for my ‘choice?’ No, I don’t have one; not really. Not if the only other leadership Raw is going to have is Corbin.” You turned on your heel and walked back the way you came, bumping shoulders with Dean and Roman.

Stephanie saw them coming and whispered to Kurt, “If she accepts, I hope she can handle the job. It would be a waste of time and money to have to replace her too.” She left quickly, leaving Kurt alone to deal with them. But he was ready more for some deep thinking than to assign matches.

Dean paused and looked back the way you went. He tapped Roman’s shoulder and left to find you.

Roman continued with their plan. “Kurt, we need to talk.”

“I’m not going to miss that,” he muttered under his breath. “What can I do for you Roman?”

“Dean and I still want a chance in the tag teams. We are very much aware of what’s going on-“

“Done. Heath and Rhino will meet you guys in the ring.” He sighed. “And you’re right. There’s a lot going on. But things can still move smoothly. If we try hard enough. Anything else?”

Roman shook his head at first, then huffed. “You should have told Y/N up front what filling in for you meant. She’s had enough surprises in life.”

“But do you think she’ll accept?”

“If the only option is Baron? Yeah, she’ll take the job. Because she cares about what happens around here. Something I thought you did too.”

***

The tag match was considered the most fun match of the night. Dean squaring against Heath Slater had the audience rolling. Roman against Rhyno had them reminiscing about the veteran’s ECW days. And the flurry of tag shifts kept the match moving quickly.

Then the mood shifted.

Dean and Roman were done having fun. They had requested the match so they could win. So they could make their new mark on the Raw tag team division. They switched focuses. Dean was fast and thought outside the box. And he knew how to out-maneuver Rhyno’s usual barreling through opponents. Roman had the size and power advantage on Heath. The father was the one to eat the pin, unable to be saved by his partner as Dean tripped him.

The two members of the Shield had another tag win under their belts. They butted heads and left the other men sprawled out on the canvas.

***

Natalya came out to the ring next. She was wearing the belt around her waist and stroked her personalized plates proudly. At the same time, she kept her hand on it possessively.

“Hello, Denver!” She smiled brightly at the welcome. “Well, I’m still the champion.” With a laugh, she did a little spin to show off the title to the whole arena. “And as such, I rule the women’s division here on Raw. So, I have come up with a challenge for my fellow women to determine who will face me at TLC. But I don’t want to face just one woman. No, no, no. I earned this title by beating two other women. What’s one more? At TLC, as backed up by the new management, there will be a fatal four-way for the Raw Women’s Championship.”

With a bit of show, she pulled out a list from a pocket inside her jacket. “Starting tonight, and each week going towards TLC, there will be a match to determine a member for the fatal four-way. I came up with the brackets myself, with a little bit of help from Y/N. Tonight, it is going to be Ember Moon versus my training partner and friend, Rhonda Rousey.” She paused and waited for the crowd’s reaction to die down a bit. “And for the other weeks… I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”

She left the ring, waving the list around and flashing it to young fans. One little girl caught a good look and squealed in delight.

***

Dean rounded a corner and almost ran down the hallway, but he skidded to a stop just past your hiding place. There were always so many crates, and often they were stacked up high. Easy for someone to curl up into an alcove and think.

“Hey, ladybug. Been lookin’ for you all night.”

“Why?” Your voice bit into the air a little harder than you meant, but you were too stressed to care. Much. “I figured you and Roman would leave after your match.”

He nodded. “Roman and Seth are packing the car. It always takes forever to load up Seth’s stuff. I wanted to check on you. See if you were alright.” He made you scoot over so he could half sit on the crate too. “Are you alright?”

No.

“No. I’m not. I can’t do this Dean.” You curled your knees to your chest. “There’s too much going on. My brain can’t keep up with it all. All the paperwork and setting the matches. Making sure nobody beats each other up beforehand. But I don’t want to let anyone down.”

“You’re not. Trust me.” He sighed and grinned at you. “You got here all on your own. If I had known you were comin’ I would have helped. Knowin’ you, you probably would have told me to buzz off.”

He was straying from the point. “But Baron-“

“We can handle him if he gets too big for his boots. Don’t worry about us.” He paused and watched you bite your lip, holding back another thought. “Come on, if we’re doing the mushy stuff, get it all out now. What else is there?”

You thought back to how you left earlier, thinking about turning around when you overheard Stephanie. “Stephanie McMahon doesn’t think I’m going to be able to handle all this. She thinks I’m going to be a waste of time and money-“

“You can never be a waste of money,” Dean rushed. “You can waste someone’s time, you can waste their energy. But money is just money. People with it can get more, and people without it find a way to survive. Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re a waste of funds. If that gets in your head, it will eat away at your soul until it kills your dream. You are not a waste of money.” His voice dropped to a hum and he knocked his head against yours. “You are never a waste.”

While you had known all of that already, it felt good to hear it. Especially from Dean. He followed you as you hopped off the crate, chuckling when you pulled him in for a hug. “I missed you calling me ladybug.”

Dean puffed. “I have too.” He gave your back a hard pat. “Okay, are we done with the mushy stuff?”

You laughed and pushed him away. “Yeah. We’re done. I’ll see you later. I’ve got to talk to Kurt.”

***

“Finn! Finn Balor!” Kevin Owens had taken over the ring, much to Natalya’s chagrin. He was pacing the ring, somewhere between anger and opportunistic.

Finn obliged. He came out onto the stage in a jacket that amplified how bright the Universal title was around his waist. “What do you want Kevin?” He continued down to the ring, making Kevin back up to the far ropes.

“I want to challenge you for my Universal Championship.”

“You… your’s?” Finn laughed. “Since when was t’is ever yours?”

Kevin sniggered. “Oh, don’t you remember? I beat everybody else after you had to give it up.”

“Ah, yes. Sorry. It must ‘ave slipped my mind. Second place never gets remembered.” He continued to grin while Kevin nodded in agreement.

“True. You’re right. Why would anyone want to remember how easy it was to replace you?”

Finn’s smile faded away. His head angled down towards his chest, creating a dark shadow over his eyes. “And you’re challenging me for tonight? I’m game. We can do this right now.” He moved to shed his jacket, but Kevin stopped him.

“No, no,” he squeaked, “not tonight. I want the great match I was robbed of last time.” The longer he spoke, the braver he became. “I want to take the Universal from you personally, instead of through a bunch of other contenders. The reason why it was taken from me so soon was because the line of succession had been interrupted. You… you didn’t get to fight me for it. This time you will. In Australia. Should you think you can handle it.” He dropped his mic and rolled out of the ring. Finn watched him intently, making him walk faster.

“Is t’at so?” Finn said, tapping his chin. “Then I will see you in Australia. In one form or another.” Finn laughed as Kevin gulped and hurried out of the arena.

***

Natalya gave Finn a little wave on his way out of the ring. “Now that’s over, it’s time for the first round of contenders for the Raw Women’s Championship.” She lowered her mic as Rhonda Rousey’s music played. Once she had made it to the ring, they both waited for Ember’s music.

But it never came.

Instead, the Riott Squad’s music took over the system. Ruby Riott strutted out, flanked by Liv Morgan and Sarah Logan. “Oh, Natty, Natty, Natty. I’m sorry that I have to break the news, but little Ember can’t make it to the ring.” Her pseudo-guilt slipped away into a mocking sneer that her companions joined in on. “Now, I know you told me earlier who I’m going to face in this… tournament. But that’s not fair to the other members of the Riott Squad who are also here every week.” Liv and Sarah walked around to stand in front of Ruby. They turned to face one another, then suddenly played a round of rock-paper-scissors. Liv won, high-fived the other two women, and strutted down to the ring.

Natalya was about to argue, but Rhonda tapped her arm. “I got this,” she mouthed. Natalya left with a shrug and a rough shoulder bump against Liv. Then the bell rang.

Liv knew every tricky move in the book. She was quick and zipped around the ring faster than Rhonda could keep up with. The mouse was playing with the cat. She knew if she got caught, the match would be over and her chance would be squandered. Liv hadn’t thought enough ahead about what she would do if she had to eventually fight Ruby. That wasn’t going to be an issue. Rhonda finally caught her and slammed her into the canvas, stopping her momentum. Once she was incapacitated, it was easy to put her in an armbar. An armbar that Liv fought against for a long while, but had to give up as she was far away from any of the ropes.

Rhonda was going to TLC. Once again, she was going to have to face her friend for a chance to leave her mark on the WWE Women’s Division.

Part 21: Your Catastrophe

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Ache

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The Reader needs some comfort. She finds it in cuddles with Dean and a little bit of time with guns and family.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: loss of a loved one, ANGST, food mention/eating, getting to shoot guns (non-live targets), FLUFF

Word Count: 1000

Note: I’m sorry this is not the smutty thing I wanted to share, but it’s what I needed. And the only thing I could seem to write. I didn’t mean to jip you guys two Dean fics in a row. Hopefully, the next fic will be better.

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I couldn’t breathe. Everything hurt. Every muscle yearned for release as if from a brutal workout. My very heartstrings ached.

“Y/N?” Dean’s voice came before his gentle knock on the door. When I didn’t answer, he hesitated then slowly pushed the door open. “Oh, Y/N.”

Dean kneeled by my bed and pushed the hair out of my face. He grimaced to see how red and puffy it was. I closed my eyes, half hoping he would take the hint, and half hoping he wouldn’t. His hand smoothed across my forehead and down my cheeks, brushing away the wetness there. “What happened?”

How to say it? To say it out loud would make it final. Something I couldn’t change. Or maybe it was final.

“My mother called.” My face grew hot again. Tears I did not want threatened to spill. “I… she…” Breathe Y/N. That’s all you can do. Breathe. “My grandmother. She passed away last night.” My voice cracked. The already soaked pillowcase didn’t do a good job of hiding my face because Dean crawled in beside me.

He pulled me close so I could cry into his chest instead.

“Vampires and demons and monsters. I know how to kill them all. What was I supposed to do against this? Dementia hurt enough. Hearing the same stories over and over again. Fearing the day she would forget me. The stroke took everything else.” My voice shrank to a whisper. “She couldn’t speak a month ago.” The back of my throat hurt but I had to keep going or it would sink deeper and choke me. “But she knew me. She held my hand and squeezed it. She knew me.”

Dean rubbed my back. “She knew you. What about a couple of weeks ago? You never told me…”

“She was asleep.” I puffed a broken laugh. “She kind of looked like the pit mummies I learned about in class. Curled on her side, her hands pulled to her chest. The wrinkles I know… knew.” I thought back to it, my last visit. “I sat there for almost an hour trying to remember what she looked like over the years. My uncle tried talking me out of going to see her. Said I wouldn’t be able to see past how she looked at the end. But I could. Her squinty eyes when she laughed or was trying not to. How her nose would scrunch when she disapproved of what my brother or I was doing.”

He smiled. “I’m glad I got to meet her.”

Again, I laughed. “You were glad to have the Y/L/N breakfast. Nana gravy and Pop’s country ham especially.”

“Not only. I was also happy to hear all those embarrassing stories about you I’d never heard before.”

We shared a laugh, and I took note of how my chest didn’t hurt as much. Still, my skin buzzed. “I can’t lay here all day.”

He grunted in agreement.

“I need something to do. One thing I can complete, start to finish.” He wasn’t going to like it. “I need a case.”

“That’s the last thing you need to do right now.” Dean leaned back enough to look at my face. He thought for a moment. “We have a shooting range.”

“That should work.” I quickly crawled out of his arms and grabbed a flannel. “Let’s go.”

At first, I thought I would shoot a target or two, then maybe crash with a movie to not be alone with my thoughts. But the bunker was stocked. Like super stocked. Handguns of various weights. Tiny boot guns to heavy revolvers. The shotguns were probably the most satisfying. Whole sections of the paper targets were shredded. It matched what I felt like. What I wished I could do to the intangible illness that took my grandmother.

I shot targets for hours. Until my shoulder hurt and the smell of oil and gunpowder were burned into my nose. The smell of baking replaced it.

Dean was nearly comical to look at. The white apron had done nothing to keep flour from covering him up to his elbows or all over his face. To one side, it was a miracle he could still see the computer screen he was using for a recipe. On the counter was a large basket covered with a hand towel.

“Are those,” I gasped, “are those… Nana biscuits?”

He turned, surprised to hear my voice. “Ah, yeah. I, uh, I remembered you said something about filming your grandmother the last time she made her family-famous biscuits. I found it. I wanted to surprise you with a double batch, but it got away from me.” He held up his arms as proof.

There were enough to sink a ship. But the fridge was also stocked with everyone’s favorite jams and jellies. Dean put himself in charge of cooking up bacon while I fried bologna. Sam, when he finally got home with Cas, cooked eggs (scrambled and fried). Cas watched and snuck a biscuit with honey as an ‘appetizer.’

It was home.

After dinner, Cas pulled a few strings and snuck me in to see her heaven. I was there. The memory she was reliving was watching my brother and I play on the porch. It had been eventually closed in and functioned more like a hallway, but the kitchen alcove still had the windows that slid up and down. We were hopping through them, delivering supplies by one of Dad’s old toy covered wagons. She looked… content. Relaxed. Not in pain or searching for lost time. Like Nana.

“Thank you, Cas.” Heaven faded away as he brought us back to the bunker. I landed on the couch next to Dean.

My cheeks were warm again, and my chest ached. But in a good way. I knew it wouldn’t go away for a while. But I would get used to it, like a brick in my pocket. A weight that I would forget about for a while until she would come to mind. But that would be okay. I would be okay.

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Any Other Night

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Prompt: “If you have time, maybe where you and Seth are broken up, he starts bringing other girls to the bar where you’re out with the roster and Finn Balor or Dolph Ziggler try to cheer you up, but this makes Seth mad (bc he actually misses you and is only with the girls bc he doesn’t want to seem lame/upset) and confronts them but you pull him away and he admits he loves you still. Only if you have time though! You’re the best gf x” – @insearchofsunlight  

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

Warnings/Promises: alcohol, Seth being an asshole, language, handsy bonus jerk, ANGST, SMUT

Word Count: 2370

Note: I hope this helps you out, sweetie. Wrote this in two sittings today, so please forgive any typos. There will be another Seth Rollins fic in a few weeks (Jealous Seth) so let me know if any of you would like to join the tag list for that. Any and all feedback is super appreciated. Enjoy!

“Ya need ta get out.” Finn opened your door and helped you out of the car. Some of the other wrestlers went ahead of you two. “T’ree weeks you’ve been cooped up in whatever hotel room. You’re goin’ stir crazy an’ it shows. One night on the town, then you can keep ignorin’ me.” He opened the door to the bar and ushered you in. “It’s a small place, out of ta way. Found it by accident the last time we were in town.”

You giggled. “You mean that night we actually all made time to go out together and then you never showed? Seth didn’t let you live it down for a month.” He laughed with you and sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. When your face fell he laced your arm into his.

“None of that. Not tonight. Tonight, we are going to try the house specials. Maybe you’ll get me tipsy enough and I’ll dance a little.”

“Oooh,” you whistled. “Challenge accepted.” Still, just mentioning Seth’s name had punched you in the gut. It had been almost a month, but you couldn’t help but try to wonder what went wrong. Was that it, after all the flowers and boyish shyness? Did he miss you? Was he suddenly getting bored with you? No. Stop it, Y/N. Have a drink. Have several.

Forget Seth Rollins.

Several house specials later you realized how hard that was going to be. The door opened and two beautiful women with bright smiles bounced in. Behind them, Seth followed them and led them to a booth. He whispered something to one woman, making her laugh. She took his hand and twirled under his arm. They slid into the booth and Seth motioned for some service. Then he saw you.

His gaze twisted like a dagger in your chest.

Finn stopped mid-sentence when you stopped engaging. He turned to follow your line of sight. You heard him sigh, and the ice in his glass clink against one another as he swirled the liquid around. He tapped your shoulder. You turned back to your drink. “Do ya want me to flirt with ya, talk to ‘im, none of the above? What’s the plan?” Finn said, finishing off his drink. He finished yours too, to keep you the more sober one between you.

“None of the above. You’re not going to be able to get through to him, and flirting will probably just make it worse. Can you order me another drink? I’ll be back in a second.” You needed a quick minute to yourself, so you hurried off to the bathroom hallway to catch your breath.

Seth saw you leave and left the booth for Finn. “What are you doing?’ he whispered harshly. “She doesn’t need another drink.”

“Why should you care? Don’t you have other people to watch out for?” Finn nodded to the two girls who giggled and waved at them. “Don’t worry about Y/N. She’s getting nothing but Shirley Temples for the rest of the night. Can’t blame her for wanting the hard stuff though,” he finished with a grumble.

With a scowl, Seth growled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Finn turned to face him. “Since when are you this much of an arse to Y/N? Even durin’ your Authority days, you would ‘ave never did this to her.” He cut off, seeing the pained look on his friend’s face. “Go have your fun. Before Y/N gets back. You’ve done enough ‘ere.”

He did leave, though he hesitated to slide into the booth. The girls looked past him and he followed their gaze. You had come back out into the bar. The tops of your cheeks were puffy and your make-up was fresh. He groaned, mentally kicking himself.

“A Shirley Temple, seriously?” Still, you couldn’t help but smirk. “Thanks.” The sweet mixture tickled your nose compared to your former drinks. It was just what you needed. After another, the sugar high made you jittery. Made you want to dance. It wasn’t Finn’s thing, but he promised to keep an eye on you from the bar. You sang him a “you don’t know what you’re missing” over your shoulder, then let the music take you away.

It pulsed and throbbed. The dancing space wasn’t large, and the DJ looked a little young, but you didn’t care. The music filled you. Flowed through you. Washed away weeks of torment. Then again, maybe you’d been listening to Elias too much. A small bachelorette group welcomed you into their fold. All smiles and giddy laughter, you found yourself soaring with them.

“Hey, pretty lady.” Large hands landed on your hips and a pelvis ground into you. You turned to see a tall good-looking man smiling down at you.

“Sorry, dude. Any other night you’d be a maybe.” You removed his hands to end the conversation.

He put his hands back on your hips and pulled your pelvises together. “Wait a second. Don’t you want to get to know me before giving me the brush off?”

With a sarcastic cock of your head, you hummed. “No… not really. Have a great rest of your night.” You removed his hands again. Walking away from the floor, you heard his heavy step behind you. When you turned, you jumped. He was really close to you.

“Can I at least get your number? For that ‘any other night’ you mentioned?”

“She said back off, pal.” Seth pushed through the last layer of people and pushed you behind himself. “Or can’t you take a hint?” Any other night, you would have interjected something sassy. Right now didn’t feel like the time.

The man looked past Seth to you. “You with him?”

You nodded. “More than I am with you.” For a second your heart froze. What if he didn’t leave? You curled your fingers into Seth’s shirt, letting him know your position if something started. You let go of the air you’d been holding as the man turned. He walked away, muttering under his breath. You let go of Seth’s shirt.

“Are you okay?”

Nope. Not tonight. Not for weeks. “Where are your ladies?”

“In a cab on their way home. You’re welcome for saving you from that jerk, by the way.” Seth crossed his arms over his chest. You hated how his muscles straining through the sleeves made your chest tighten.

“Ha. Like I would thank you for anything.” You tried to move around him, but his hand landed lightly on your shoulder.

“Wait, please.” His eyes, warm and hopeful, pleaded with yours. “We need to talk. I’m sor-”

“Y/N?” Finn hurried up, skidding to a stop. “Are you okay? Saw the guy an’ I couldn’t… hello Seth.” He flicked his eyes between you. “Y/N?”

You and Seth stared at each other. His body was tenser than when the other guy was there. You guessed he wasn’t used to not getting to save the day. “We’re good,” you finally said. “Though you might want to avoid a large man in a Def Leopard shirt. He’s the real threat at the moment.”

“I doubt that.” Finn left with a nod and one last glare in Seth’s direction.

Seth caught you as you wobbled on your feet. “You need to go to sleep. I’ll call you a cab.”

The soft buzz in your system decided to hit you all at once, spiking the talkative version of yourself. “What? Like your dates? No thanks. I’ll call my own cab.” You looked around, the room suddenly fuzzy. “Once I find a door.”

He sighed. “Fine. I’ll follow you.”

***

Your hotel room door whirred, and you stumbled in. Whatever that last special had been, it really liked the sugar of your Shirley Temples. And you liked it. You liked your room. Your bed. With a smile you fell onto it, giggling as you bounced. So comfy.

“Maybe this conversation should wait ‘til the morning.” Seth picked at the hem of his shirt and turned to leave.

“Don’t take another step.” You rolled onto your back. “It’s just a sugar rush. Anything you say I am going to remember forever. And you better hurry before it wears off. The crash is going to be deep. So,” you sat up and curled your feet under, giving your undivided attention, “go.”

Again his Adam’s apple bobbed. He seemed to do that a lot around you. “I didn’t mean… the girls… Y/N I’m sorry.” He puffed like he’d been holding that back for a while. “When we broke up, I thought that’s what I wanted. I thought that’s what you wanted. And maybe you do. I can leave you alone if that’s true, but I need to-“ he groaned. Under his breath, he muttered something like, “this is a disaster.”

At least he was trying. You waited patiently for him to continue.

“Those girls stayed after for autographs and suggested the bar. I’ve been trying to move on instead of staying cooped up in my room or Crossfitting myself to death, so I said yes. If I had seen you sooner I would have left. But we were sitting down, and it wasn’t fair to them. None of this has been fair to you. And then that jerk put his hands on you.” Seth growled. “Wouldn’t leave. Wouldn’t take no for an answer. Finn wasn’t around, so I swooped in. For a second I forgot I wasn’t yours. I’m sorry, Y/N.” He slumped against the wall. Spent.

“Any other night I would have told you to fuck off.”

“And I would of. If you’d asked.” He swallowed. “Why didn’t you?”

Dammit. Why did he have to ask that?

“I don’t know. The monster I knew staring down the monster I didn’t? There wasn’t much of a choice. And the demon was a bit late.” Your cheek twitched with an almost smile. “Maybe because I wanted you to save me. Like you did the first time. For old time’s sake.”

He nodded. “Okay. Well, I’ve done that. Said my peace. I’ve been a… monster. A jerk at least. And an asshole. You deserve so much better than me. Do you want me to leave now?”

Yes. Hell yes. Maybe. No. Not really. Maybe you did deserve better, but what did you need?

“Y/N?”

“Please-“

Seth turned to leave.

“Please don’t go.” You moved off the bed and stepped close enough to wrap your arms around his waist. He tensed under your touch. Sucked in a harsh breath when you loosened your grip. He had been trying to move on. This wasn’t what he wanted. Face hot with shame and tears you refused to let fall, you moved to step away.

His arms wrapping around your waist stopped you. “Y/N…” His eyes searched your face, dropping to your lips. You let your tongue peek out to wet your lips. He seemed frozen. His voice came out in a hoarse whisper. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you again. He leaned into your hand on his cheek.

You bounced to your tip-toes, pressing your lips to his. Waiting.

He devoured you. Tongue exploring. Hungry moans. Teeth occasionally clacking together. Seth’s grip tightened around you. Like he never wanted to let go.

His onslaught paused with a gasp as you distracted him. Your hands slid over the front of his pants and over the bulge. The belt jingled and the fabric hissed as you helped him shimmy out of them. While he kicked off his shoes, you did the same with your pants. He helped you out of the rest of your clothes before capturing your mouth again. Soon he had guided you back towards the bed where the mattress bumped into the back of your legs.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

You fell back with him on top of you. He kicked your legs open so he could slide a thigh between them. Messily, he began to kiss across your face and down to the crook of your neck. You shivered. His hands spread over your breasts, teasing your nipples into peaks. All the while you couldn’t close your legs for relief.

“I’m coming, Y/N. I’ll take care of you.”

There wasn’t much he was going to have to do. His roaming fingers found you slick and sensitive already. You arched further towards his mouth as his fingers found your clit next. He knew you; knew every part of you. The spot hidden on your neck that made you hiss. Which breast was more sensitive to squeezing. How to scissor you open and how to curl. What to murmur against your skin to make you moan and whimper.

“Hold nothing back. This is all for you.”

Your nails raked down his biceps as you came. Knowing him, the night had barely started, and your eyelids were already drooping.

“Seth,” you gasped. You palmed at his length, urging him to you. “Need you.”

He did as you wished, shifting to stand between your legs. He watched with wide, dark eyes as your head fell back in bliss. You gave a soft whimper when he bottomed out. A quiet cry when you needed him to move. And a rasped shout when he slowly pulled out, just to slam home. He pushed further for a second, making sure to fill you completely. Then he began again. Over and over he made you shudder. You clawed down his back. There wasn’t space for a penny between your bodies. He twisted his hips, finding the spot that blurred your vision.

“Cum for me baby, please.” He reached down for your clit, stroking it until your walls seized his cock. “That’s it,” he cooed, stroking your hip, “I’ve got you.”

You could tell he was almost there himself. But something was holding him back. You pulled his face close enough that you could whisper.

“I forgive you.”

He gave a shout. You arched into the mini orgasm that his release caused.

When you both finally had better control of your muscles, you eased into the sheets. Seth pulled you close. The kiss was sweet. And thankful.

“I don’t know why you said that. Why you forgive me. All those nights I tried to call to say something. To-“

“This isn’t any other night.”

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Family Found Part 19: When Hell Breaks Loose [Hell in a Cell]

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The Reader managers her first, and hopefully only, pay-per-view. If everything runs smoothly, maybe she’ll get her job back. Or maybe she wants it to run off the rails to remind Kurt Angle that managing is not what she was hired for.

Warnings: wrestling violence, blatant borrowing of “Piece of Mind” by Boston, extreme rules match, some blood (just a trickle)

Word Count: 1533 (PPV) + 2102 (Raw) = 3637

Note: Do you guys like me splitting the count? I thought I’d try it in case some of you can’t read the whole thing in one sitting. Any and all feedback is appreciated. Enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 18: As It Could Have Been

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Hell in a Cell – September 16, 2018 – San Antonio, TX

Hell in a Cell began with the match for the Intercontinental Championship. And with Elias in his usual spot. On the canvas, laid like a line in the sand, was the gleaming white title. He led in with a longer, upbeat strumming.

“If you’re feeling kind of low about the life you’ve been living, n’ Monday nights come way to slow, and you want to walk but you keep on runnin’, can’t decide which way to go, yeah, yeah, yeah. I understand about indecision, but I don’t care if you get left behind. San Antonio needs some demolition; walk with Elias and you’ll have your peace of mind.”

He shuddered to a stop as “Sierra, Hotel, India, Echo, Lima, Delta,” broke through. Elias stood and tossed his mic and stool out of the ring. He squinted. Counting on his fingers, he located Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns. Dean was a little bit shorter, so he must have been walking down behind Roman. It was too late by the time he realized the returned Lunatic Fringe wasn’t with his brothers. Dean beat down on him from behind to start the match.

Seth and Roman sat on either side of the announce table with Corey Graves, Michael Cole, and Renee Young. They took their headsets and informed the group that they were there to keep Elias from using his guitar to end the match. And that Dean had told them during the pre-show to stay out of the way.

That was the plan anyway.

The match had stayed in the ring for the most part, but then Dean went flying over the ropes. Roman dashed off to make sure he was okay, leaving Seth to watch Elias. The musician exited the ring and headed for the time keeper’s box, reaching for his guitar. Seth got caught up in the wires of his headset and was unable to stop him.

Dean came around the corner. The referee was yelling at Roman to back off on another side of the ring. Seth was still stumbling to get off the floor.

Elias swung.

He rolled Dean back into the ring. Dean had made it to his hands and knees, but Elias jumped and landed his knee on the back of his head. Next came a drift away, and then a three count. Elias smirked at Roman and Seth as the ref lifted his hand high while he rested his foot on Dean’s stomach.

He made a quick exit with his retained title.

***

Bayley and Sasha Banks stared each other down as the bell rang. Best two out of three pins, or submissions, would win the match. If they were lucky, it would be the same person twice in a row, or the steel cell would have to descend.

Under normal rules, Bayley won the first pin. She was quick and wanted to leave no room for discussion over who the better wrestler was. The loop of Bayley to Bellies kept Sasha from catching her breath. Sasha rolled out of the ring as Bayley took a second to celebrate.

A mistake.

Sasha came up with a trashcan that bent around Bayley’s shoulder as she tried to come through the ropes. It was tossed into the ring and the matching lid. She continued to use the can on Bayley’s crumpled body, only stopping when she was bent in half herself over the lid. With a scream, she forced Bayley back and caught her against the mat with the lid across her stomach. She won the second pin.

They broke apart and the referee threw out the weapons as the cage was lowered. It clanged into place, making both women shiver. For a minute, neither of them moved. The referee had to step back as they met in a headlock coupled with punches to their heads and ribs. They spun and bounced around the ring. Then they had the same thought.

The crowd held their breath as Sasha climbed up one corner and Bayley climbed the opposite one. They held onto the cables controlling the rise and fall of the cage. Sasha smirked. Bayley frowned. Neither believed the other would go through with it, and they waited for the first woman to back down. Neither did. The tension in their legs built and built as their stances changed.

They jumped.

Even in mid-air, they continued to fight, rolling and tumbling until their bodies crashed to the canvas.

Since no one was moving, the referee started the count that would end the match. All either woman had to do to win was get to her feet. Eight. Nine. Ten. Nobody was standing.

***

Things did not go according to Ruby’s plan.

In her mind, she and Natalya would have taken out Nia Jax, and then finished their issues between themselves. Instead, the other two women shared a look that chilled her skin. She raised her hands up defensively, having no effect on their advances. Sure that she would have this in the bag, Ruby had made Sarah Logan and Liv Morgan stay in the back. She kept her eyes on Nia, considering her the biggest threat. When she turned to make an escape through the ropes, Natalya was there with the first attack. They didn’t let up until Ruby wasn’t moving and outside of the ring.

For two women who hadn’t really faced each other alone in the ring, Nia and Natalya wrestled like old friends. They knew each other’s move sets, their rhythms, their habits. Natalya was hyperaware of Nia’s strength advantage, while Nia was the same about her quick feet and quicker thinking. Natalya kept her attacks focused on Nia’s lower back while trying to fight off the pain her torso was taking

They were wearing each other down when Ruby scrambled back into the ring. Nia had just leg slammed Natalya and was easily knocked out of the way so she could try for a pin. She was unsuccessful and ended up giving the Hart lineage time to breathe while Nia retaliated. This time, Ruby was able to fight off the attack. She was tipped over the ropes but brought Nia’s arm and shoulder with her. The ref counted to three and a half before she let go, falling to the apron.

Natalya dragged her back in and kept the match going. Any trick Ruby tried, she had already seen it and was ready for it. Ruby was almost pinned, but Nia interceded and rolled her out of the ring again.

They went at it again. The injuries piled up. Oxygen was getting harder to find. Finally, Natalya trapped Nia beneath her in a sharpshooter. They were dangerously close to the ropes, but because of Ruby’s interference, Nia couldn’t reach them. She had to tap. From the corner, she watched as the referee handed her title to the new champion. She nodded. This is how it should be.

Natalya stared at the title. The young history of it and all that had come before blinded her. She swore to herself she would fight to be worthy of it as the referee lifted her hand in victory.

***

The second the arena pulsed with red light, Braun knew Finn Balor was going to be willing to do anything to hang onto the Universal title. The demon didn’t terrify him as much, but it was the embodiment of Finn’s drive and feral determination. As long as the demon was in play, he didn’t have much of a chance to take the title away. Choice word ‘much’. It still left enough room for ‘maybe.’

Balor grinned sharp and lethal as the cage descended. While it was a constricting construction, it was also a possible weapon. They both knew it. Balor was going to make sure he used it best.

It didn’t take long for the cage to come into effect. Balor clamored up the sides like a spider, jumping down onto Braun and wrapping his arms around the monster’s throat. Backing into turnbuckles didn’t dislodge him. The demon tightened his grip as Braun climbed the ropes, then let go and leaped before Braun’s falling body could trap him against the canvas.

It became a game of cat and mouse.

Braun had the burning desire to change his fate. Balor had the raging purpose to retain. There was blood. Just a trickle, but enough to blind the demon. Braun continued to rake his face across the chain link. After pulling him away, he then lifted Balor up onto his shoulders and tossed him into the walls.

He came up with a roar. It didn’t rattle the speakers like Braun’s, but it did rattle the monster’s resolve. Balor took the match up the next step. And he kept climbing, pushing Braun to his limits right up to climbing to the top of the steel cage. Braun was below and swaying. The last thing he saw was the demon flying through the air with a coup de grace.

A three count later, Balor climbed the structure again. He stood at the corner and held his retained title for all the universe to see.

***

***

Monday Night Raw – September 17, 2018 – Dallas, TX

“You did a really good job, Y/N.”

Kurt Angle’s praise makes you want to smile, but the way he’s looking at you chills you. “Thank you, sir. But I’m not one hundred percent sure why you called me in here. You’re back.”

He nodded. “True. But there’re a few things from last week I’m unaware of due to the meeting. I was hoping you could fill me in as things come to mind.” He calmly stopped you from speaking with a smile. “Tonight, you are just a journalist.”

That was a relief.

“Now, about Braun Strowman…”

***

The crowd roared as Finn Balor’s music took over the arena. His grin was bright enough to light the stage, and the Universal title’s gleam was blinding. He walked into the ring and grabbed a mic.

“Well… last night was excitin’.” He laughed. “Once again, the Demon defeated the monster among men. As I proved last night, t’at will always be the case. But I did not come out here to gloat. Well… maybe a little.” Finn stopped as a ‘Demon King’ chant started. “I came out here to make a promise. For too long this title was kept from you all. An’ I have to admit, my first several weeks with it back, I haven’t shared it wit’ ya as often as I’d liked.”

Finn’s voice sank dark and cold.

“Know t’is: what I’m about to say it not just a t’reat. It’sa promise. To anyone who tries to take this away from me.” He rested a hand on the top of the belt. “I will not give it up as easily as last time. Broken or not, the Universal title belongs to the WWE universe, and it belongs right here. Around ma waist. I’ll defend it every week, or as often as there are wanna be champions who will step up to face me. An’ I will break anyone who does step to me.”

He dropped the mic and stepped back to face the stage. Waiting.

Mojo Rawley stepped out onto the stage. He nodded at Finn. “During Braun’s gauntlet match last week, I was the one who almost took him down. As I see it, that makes me next in line to fight for that title.” He tossed the mic aside and rushed to the ring. His field of vision was cut as he slid into the ring, and by the time he made it to his feet, Finn was not standing in the middle. Instead, he waved at Mojo from a top turnbuckle before jumping down and handing the belt to the referee.

Jojo announced the open challenge, and the bell rang.

He did well, especially now that he was fighting someone that didn’t tower over him. Still, Finn was running off the high of a successful title defense. Mojo’s steps stuttered each time Finn laughed, giddy in his existence. A laughter that he routinely cut short with rough hits and desperate punches. But Finn kept going, his well of energy too deep for Mojo to deplete. They fought for a while, though towards the end it seemed as if Finn was toying with him. Mojo was eventually pinned. And the Demon vessel smiled.

***

“Ladies and gentlemen. Elias.”

He strummed the same opening as Sunday night. “Now Elias’s got advice I’ll just keep on givin’, should mean the world to you. Lots of you make-believe they’re livin’, can’t decide which way to walk. Whoa! I understand about indecision, but I don’t care if you get left behind. Your souls needing some reconstruction; walk with Elias and you’ll have your piece of mind. Take a look ahea-“

Elias fell forward into the canvas. The lights went up, revealing the attackers to be Drew McIntyre and Dolph Ziggler. Through Elias’s still working mic, everyone could hear what Dolph was shouting.

“Your reign is over, Elias. Today is the day the music will die.”

He curled in on himself, trying to protect his throat and diaphragm from what was probably going to be a long assault. What he wasn’t expecting, was for Seth Rollins and No Way Jose to come running down to the ring. And while it was interesting, it wasn’t out of character for Jinder Mahal and Akam from Authors of Pain to get involved. Suddenly not the focus anymore, he snagged his title and guitar and crawled to a corner where he could watch the demolition.

Jinder and Dolph went one way over the ropes, Akam and McIntyre were tossed out by Seth and Jose. They stood at the ropes, ready to jump over them if the four of them decided to attack together. It was unlikely since Akam was watching McIntyre glare at him from the corner of his eye. The other two had a large space between them, though Jinder’s focus was on Seth.

“You don’t get to steal an opportunity, Dolph,” Seth shouted. “And adding more guys to your posse is only going to be more trouble down the line for you.”

“We’ll see.” Dolph smirked, leading the group to back their way up the ramp and out of the stadium.

Elias sprung up and tipped Jose over the ropes, then Seth while he was still stunned.

“Thanks for the help. But that’s not how you walk with Elias.”

***

Dean was sitting on a crate, telling Roman a story about Cincinnati when Titus O’Neil and Apollo Crews walked up. Dana followed close behind making notes on her clipboard. Titus shook hands with Roman. “How’ve you guys been?” he asked.

“Great.”

“Staying out of trouble,” Dean added, twiddling something that looked like Curt Hawkin’s baton.

“I doubt that. But,” Titus gave them a toothy smile, “I have a proposition for you. Have a match with us tonight. We get some new competition from you guys, and you two get a copy of Dana’s analysis afterward. Sound cool?”

The guys did their look, ending it with a mutual nod. Roman answered, “see you in the ring.” He stood statue-still while they walked away; on the other hand, Dean was practically vibrating with excitement.

He got to use it a few minutes later in their match. Dean fought with Apollo first, who quickly tagged in Titus. The height and strength difference did not perturb him. He only got out of the ring when Roman tagged himself in for his turn. Dean watched as Roman tossed Titus around after a series of exchanged headlocks. He couldn’t help but flinch when Apollo came back in and gained the upper hand with his acrobatics. The World-Wide member backed off as Dean stole a tag, then scrambled into the ring. He kept letting Apollo get just close enough to the corner to be inches away from Titus’s reach, then pulling him back to the center. A Dirty Deeds finished the matter.

Titus and Apollo took it in stride. They met in the center of the ring and exchanged handshakes. But when they turned to leave, neither Roman nor Dean let go.

Dean tugged Apollo closer. “This is going to be fun,” he whispered. While he slammed Apollo back to the mat, Roman threw Titus into a corner and kicked at his stomach. They continued their attack until neither man was standing. They left the ring after bumping fists.

***

The guys laughed as they came up the hallway. Kurt stepped into their path with a flustered huff. “What was that?”

Dean and Roman shared a look. “What was what?” Dean asked. “We won the match.”

“And then you attacked your already defeated opponents.”

“A statement,” Roman rumbled. When Kurt shot him an incredulous look, he rolled his eyes. “The tag team division is weak. Dean and I want to try our hand at improving it.” He smiled at Dean, who agreed.

“I think we did pretty well for them asking last minute.”

Kurt did not agree. “What you did was uncalled for. There are going to be repercussions.” He waved away their defenses. “No. You two cannot become another tag team. We have too many of those already.”

“And you don’t use the ones you’ve got.” Roman patted back towards Dean’s chest. “Where I and my bother go, excellence follows. The tag teams aren’t good because nobody is focused on them. They’ve got a fourth of the titles but all that anyone sees are the women’s, the Intercontinental, and the Universal. Let Dean and I be a team. We’ll bring the focus. We’ll put them to the test. We’ll-“

“It’s out of my hands,” Kurt grumbled.

“How can it be out of your hands?” “You’re the general manager.”

“The answer is no.” He pushed through them, ignoring the way Roman glared and how Dean growled.

***

For the main event, Natalya had the ring draped in her family colors and her new title sitting on a pedestal in the middle of the ring.

“I did it,” was all she needed to say. Rhonda watched quietly from a corner. She sent Natalya and encouraging nod to continue with what she wanted to say. “It’s been a long road. Fighting old enemies. Fighting new ones. And fighting friends to get to this spot. I hope that I can prove to you that it was all worth it.”

“Don’t go celebrating yet.” Nia’s voice was followed by her entrance music, and then by her walking out onto the stage in her gear. “It’s not completely yours until you know I can’t get it back. And I still have my rematch clause.” She stopped at the top of the ramp. “But you knew that. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be in your gear.”

Natalya nodded. “Figured. Cleared it with Angle earlier too.”

“Are you done with your speech? Or can it wait until after I take my title back?”

She bit back certain choice words. “Just one more thing. I wanted to thank you for the opportunity. Not just for the title, but also to kick Ruby Riott’s teeth in… and to make you tap like the easily replaceable champion you were.”

“Replaceable?” Nia scoffed. “Just ask your friend Rhonda if it’s easy to replace me.” She sent her a sticky sweet smile. “But really, I am glad for you Natty. But right now, it’s time for reality. Let’s finish this.”

A ref was called. What happened was the one-on-one match that Natalya had hoped for. She was able to completely focus on Nia. And Nia was more than happy to give her all the attention back. Rhonda stayed on the floor and out of the way, only moving to check on her friend when she was tossed out of the ring.

A flash of red and black hit Rhonda from the back. Natalya missed seeing it, but Nia did and pushed the champion out of the way to see if it was who she thought.

Ruby Riott peeked into view with a wicked smile.

Nia took a step to deal with her, but Natalya grabbed her from behind and rolled her up to retain her title. It wasn’t until after the count that she heard the trio of laughter. Rhonda crawled into the ring, bringing the title with her. The Riott Squad circled back around to the ramp.

“I didn’t care who was going to win,” the leader said. “I just wanted to ruin someone’s night. And stake my claim on the number one contender’s spot.” Ruby left with a laugh and a final wink, the Squad on either side.

***

Charlie rushed up to catch Dean and Roman before the show ended. “Sorry, we can’t find Y/N. Would you mind telling us why you attacked Titus and Apollo after your match tonight?”

They were about to answer when they heard shouting. Turning to look over their shoulders, they saw you and Kurt.

“You can’t do that!” you shouted at him.

“I can, Y/N. That’s just how it’s gonna have to be.” He looked above you and around, spotting your cousin and his best friend. He sighed as you kept him from walking away.

“No. You may have the power, but you know it isn’t right. Don’t do this.”

Gently, Kurt moved your hands. “Have a good rest of your week. I’ll see you next Monday.” He motioned to the guys. “Dean, Roman, may I have a word?” They followed him into the next corridor. You watched him go, trying to catch your breath. Flustered, you breezed past Charlie without even a goodbye.

Part 20: Handling It

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Your Champion

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Prompt: “Hey! If you don’t mind, can you make another Dolph Ziggler but with an age difference? Nothing illegal, just like she’s younger than him.”

Pairing: Dolph Ziggler (Age 38 atm) x Reader (Y/N) (I’m writing 20 to low 30’s)

Warnings/Promises: age difference, supportive girlfriends, SMUT, oral (both receiving), orgasm control, praise kink (?maybe?), FLUFF

Word Count: 1820

Note: Sorry this came out a week late. Something came up and I wasn’t able to finish it in time. It also turned out super fluffy, which I was not expecting. I hope you all enjoy it. Please let me know if you do, if you have an idea of your own, or if you’d like to be added to a tag list. (And if you’d like me to start a Dolph list.) Happy reading!

Naomi directed your attention to Jimmy and the group of guys presently screaming at this year’s Madden tournament. “We work with children.”

You snorted. “I just work with them. You’re actually married to one.” You shared a good-hearted giggle. You went back to discussing the changes coming to Total Divas and some plans for the days off. Just girl time. The gamers reacted again.

“Not to be that girl,” she said, sliding closer to you, “but when are you gonna get your man? You a beautiful woman, hun. Most of those guys are spoken for, but the others must be blind if they’re not checking on you.”

How could you tell her you already have one?

She read your face. “Who is it?” When you clenched your jaw into silence, she nudged your arm. “Don’t be like that. Spill.”

Still, you were nervous. “Promise you won’t judge?”

“Honey, I am married to one of the dorkiest men on the rosters. It can’t be that-“

“Dolph.”

“What now?” Here it came. “I figured you go for someone like… a bit…”

“Someone younger.” You nodded as she scrunched up her face in agreement. “That seems to be the general consensus, yes.” She spun her hand to tell you to continue. “I know he’s a little older than me… but for all his bluster and shallow charm in the ring… outside… with me? He’s got a maturity I haven’t been able to find before.”

Naomi sat back and focused on her phone again. “You do you, hun, but if he breaks your heart he better know I’m coming for his kneecaps. Right?”

“Oh. He knows.”

***

“Naomi has officially threatened your kneecaps,” you said, crawling into bed. Dolph chuckled while shedding his shirt. “Are you still sure you want to date me?”

He slid under the covers, just in his boxers. You both hummed into the kiss he gave you. “That makes how many threats now?” He started to count on his fingers. “Becky. Asuka. Nia. Ember. How’d she take not being the first to know? You know much she hates you ladies holding out on her.”

“What she doesn’t know won’t kill her. I’m surprised it took this long, with Becky’s usual spoiler-puns.” You snuggled into his chest. “How’d you do in Madden today?”

“Stupid Rollins.”

You giggled. “That well, huh?” As he turned off the side lamp, you had an idea. “Would you like to be the champion of something else?” He turned the light back on, making you squint.

“What did you have in mind?” Stradling his chest answered his question. “Don’t champions get to be on top?”

“Not if they want to lay back, relax, and enjoy the show?” To convince him, you shed your sleep shirt to show him your bare breasts. Due to your aversion to shorts, all that was left was your panties. “Any arguments so far?” He shook his head. “Good. Let me make you feel so good.”

Dolph gasped as you slid your hands across his pecks, then dragged your nails back down to his abs. They flexed under your touch, making you lick your lips. Patience. The massage wasn’t done yet. Next, you slid your hands up to his shoulder, kneading and squeezing out the knots you found. You continued down his arm and when you finished massaging his wrist and hand, you kissed his knuckles. A low groan rumbled in his throat as you sucked his middle finger in your mouth, for just a moment.

Beneath you, you could feel his body heating up and his length beginning to press into the hems of your underwear. Just a little more patience. You gave the same massage to the other arm, finishing it as before.

He swallowed. “Baby. Please.”

You grinned. “Haven’t even started and I’ve already got you begging.” You winked at him. “I’ll have to remember that.” Before he could retort, you let your head fall back and your hips to undulate as they willed. You whimpered as your own core temperature began to rise. Even warmer hands landed on your hips, guiding you to buck down onto Dolph. His fingers played with the elastic of your panties. It took some maneuvering, but soon they were removed.

The shift helped you get into position so you were facing his pelvis while your heat hovered in front of his face. You hissed when he bit at the globe of your ass. He gave a similar sound when you helped his cock spring onto his stomach and laved your tongue around the head. With a shudder, his body arched towards you. That was your cue. You bowed your body so he could watch you between your legs. His grip tightened on your thighs, spreading them wider. After messily kissing down his length, you began to swallow him down.

There was a soft pat as his head fell back into the pillows. Then a hungry hum right before he tugged your hips closer to his face. What was supposed to be something nice for him turned into a competition. He was working you up so fast. Sucking and humming in just the right places. Stroking his thumbs in circles against your skin. One grazed over your puckered hole, making you shiver. Distracted, you didn’t feel his other hand moving until a finger flicked over your clit. You pushed back onto the digit he curled into your slick, whimpering as you heard him suck it clean.

“Already dripping, baby,” he said with a smirk you could hear. “Are you gonna cum for me so quick?” He flattened his tongue against you. “Or are you going to make me work for it?”

You released his length with a pop, breathing in pants. “Don’t know. You’re the champion. What do you want?” You nipped at his stomach next to where his cock was laying. It twitched as his muscles contracted.

The answer you received was the slow devouring that made your eyes cross. You took him into your mouth again, trying to focus while he slid two fingers into our heat. They didn’t move much, but the micro curls were enough to keep you on edge. Once, twice you thought you were going to cum, but he backed off, leaving you shivering and whining around his cock. It probably would have gone on longer, but his length began to throb in your mouth. He pulled you closer to his face and off of him, groaning as you trailed off with your teeth. His fingers curled harshly, sending you toppling to one side as your body quaked.

Once you had caught your breath, you straddled his waist again, despite his soft protest. You sat as before, but sliding your sensitive lips back and forth across his length.

“Bet I could make you cum this way,” you teased.

“I know you could.” He pulled you forward to kiss at the underside of your neck. “But I want to cum inside you,” he whispered.

The stretch of him was always amazing. He never let you start by slamming down, no matter how much of your patience had run out. His large hands kept you still while he thrust an inch at a time. When you were fully seated, he reached up and palmed at your breasts, distracting you from adjusting. Lines of red welts rose up on his skin as you fought to hold your composure.

You made the first thrust. Already your mouth fell open and your eyes softly closed. You tried to control the pace, but your pace kept faltering. Dolph took over. Thrusting into you and circling his hips. He knew what to do to pull rasping screams from your lips. Again, his thumb was at your clit. Your body gave a shudder as you hurried closer to release.

“Dolph-“ you cried out as he slammed you down and pinned you in place.

“Yes, dear?”

You whined. “Please. Don’t tease. I’m so close.”

“Barely started and your begging already. I’ll have to remember that.”

“You bas-“ He cut you off with a thrust. Wiggling as best you could, you also contracted your walls around his cock. “I know you’re close too. I could taste it earlier.”

“Very true.”

The shriek caught in your throat as he set a brutal pace. You fell forward, one of your breasts right into Dolph’s waiting mouth where he could bite at the side. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. You couldn’t remember anything else.

Except for his name when you screamed it as you came.

Dolph followed after, muttering your name like a chant warded with curses. He pumped into you, filling you and murmuring words of praise.

“That’s it, baby. Take it. Did so good making me feel good.” Helped you fall onto the bed and covered you with the sheets. “Best prize a champion could ever receive.”

For a minute, all you could do was breathe and listen to him gasping as well. You giggled. “Not bad for an old man.”

“Who’s old?” Dolph tugged you close and gave your ass a playful pat. “You best observe your elders, young whipper-snapper.”

“No. Don’t do that,” you said with a laugh. “Nothing so corny, please.” He laughed with you and rubbed your back.

“Y/N?” He paused, waiting for your hum, “I do… satisfy you. Right? I mean… you’re a brilliant, beautiful woman. You could have any of the other guys.” He hushed as you placed your finger on his lips.

“Maybe so. But nobody could make love to me like you do. You were young and stupid once,” you said, poking him in the ribs. “How long could you last then?” You arched your eyebrow when he opened his mouth to brag; he closed it again knowing you knew the truth. “And how long can you last now? Somedays I think you plan all morning what to do to me. It feels like hours compared to how fast you can make me cum.”

Dolph nodded. “Love watching you fall apart.”

“So much time and effort put into me. And that’s just the sex. You do it in just about every other aspect of our relationship too.” You let your arm hang over his stomach. “You make time for me. And keep it. That’s why I love you.”

When you didn’t hear a response, you looked up to check that he was okay.

“Dolph Ziggler… are you blushing?”

“Maybe.” He licked his lips and met your gaze. “How can I not when the love of my life it telling me why she loves me.” He groaned, “that sounded more self-centered than I had in mind.” With a grimace, his head fell back deeper into the pillows.

“Hey,” you fiddled your fingers against his skin, “I’m glad I can still make you blush. If you’d like, you can tell me why you love me.”

“That could take all night,” he smirked.

“Then you better get started.”

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