Prompt: “Can you do a demon king smut where he hasn’t been there for a while and his queen (reader) is starting to get upset and worry and he shows up and smut ensues?” – @riverdalehoeeeeeee
Pairing: Demon King Balor x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: language, SMUT, king kink (sorta?)
Word Count: 1270
Note: This is, like, hella intense. As in: I was in a special mood for the dramatic so hold onto your panties, ladies, we are ruined for the rest of the day. Couldn’t sleep for a while after writing this. Thanks for the request, dear. Happy WWE Answered Request Week. Have fun, sinners!
“Finn needs his time, my Queen. And when he needs me, I have to be away.”
Some of his last words to you bounced back and forth in your head while you tossed and turned. You had known and understood their bargain when you married him. From time to time, Balor would be called to the surface for about a week, and you would do your best to keep Hell running like clockwork.
But this time was different.
He should have been home weeks ago. Whatever Finn had summoned him for, it must have been important.
What if he was conquered?
That was impossible. The Demon King had never been bested in combat.
There’s always a first time.
Had you still been mortal, the demon sending you thoughts would have been killed for such blasphemy. But you were Queen. No longer mortal, and no longer at risk for low-level doubt-senders. These were your own thoughts. They terrified you. They kept coming as your mind began to make a list of mortal and immortal enemies. The Beast. The Monster. The Undertaker. For the third, sightings had been few and he had never seemed interested in the Demon King.
“Hello, Y/N.”
You tried to jump from the bed, but he pinned you to it. There were new bruises on his torso. His eyes were still the bright cold blue.
“Balor!” Your arms were released and you wrapped them around his torso. “You were gone so long.”
He growled. “Wyatt was making trouble again. More than he could handle, as Finn and I have just proved.” He nuzzled into the hand you rested on his face. “I have missed you, ma grá.”
You pulled him down for a kiss that speckled across his whole face. He took it all with a contented sigh. The weight of weeks of battle collapsed on top of you as he let his arms relax. He gave you just enough space to breathe, but you felt it all the same. His muscles rippled as you trailed your fingertips across his skin. Any other day, night, or second that passed in the universe, or under any other circumstances, he would have raged at your question.
“Let me make you feel good?”
Softly, he kissed your forehead. “No.” He took a deep breath and fell to lay on his back. You curled into his side, half-draping yourself over him. He was home. He was safe. He was with you. “Y/N?”
“Yes, my king?”
He smiled. You always knew what he needed to hear. “How much time do I have to make up for.”
The game. You loved this game.
“Three weeks, my king.”
“No,” he drawled, unbelieving. “Tell me truthfully, my queen, how much time to I have to make up for? Take into account the spin of pain that makes Hell turn around.”
“Three years, my king.”
That was also wrong.
“Include all the tedious meetings and slowed seconds listening to them grovel at your feet.”
“A lifetime, Balor.”
You were getting warmer.
Turning to face you, he thumbed across your cheekbone. “How much time do I have to make up… to you?”
Your chance.
“Centuries. My love.”
With a growl, he once again crawled over you. This time his form was rigid and powerful. Energized.
“Then I best get started.”
Like the lip of a switch, he was not just the Demon King. His whole existence was focused on giving you pleasure so deep it made you unable to walk for a week. Or in Hell time… well, who gave a damn?
Your neck he attacked first. Through time he had found multiple places where you were sensitive. He knew which one to kiss to make you sigh. Which one to hum on to make you shiver. Which one to bite to make you scream. He visited each. Working you higher and higher until your thighs fell open for him. But he didn’t move any further south than your breasts, newly unveiled with the powers of the king. A whole new battlefield. Again, his teeth were his best weapon. Just feeling them against your skin was electrifying. Slight nips that grew to soft open-mouthed bites made you arch and moan his name.
The sheets below you were starting to get soaked.
“Please, love,” you whispered.
“I have centuries to make up, ma grá. Centuries that can’t be rushed.” He kissed down to your stomach, then back up to the valley of your breasts. “Do you disagree with my methods.”
“No, my king. But…” How to phrase it. One way to make him proud and move faster. Another… and make him unstoppable. “But centuries my love, I am not patient for.” You reached down for the apex of your thighs. His gaze followed or hand, watching to see how far you dared. You curled a finger into your heat. He grabbed your wrist and brought it to his face. His tongue darted out for a taste.
Rubies backlight with flames. That’s what his eyes flashed like. He growled and leaned down to press your noses together. “Would you dare?”
You lifted your finger to your lips and sucked what he had left. “I have.”
Unstoppable.
With a roar he grabbed your hips and slammed home, aided by your desperate dripping need. You screamed, making him laugh. Victims called his laughter chilling. But you, in his bed? You called it promising. He gave you no space to breathe, to speak, to meet him thrust for thrust. Your husband, your king, took the passion that had been absent for centuries and spent it all with each thrust. His teeth gnashed as his head tossed back. His nails dug into your skin. That you could return, by drawing long thin welts into this chest and stomach.
He grabbed behind your thighs and pressed your legs back to your chest. His thrusts were like arrows to the heart of you. He made it race and jump and skip a beat. You reached behind him, trying to pull him closer than what should have been physically possible.
“My queen, how much time do I have to make up for now?”
You could not answer. You were too busy screaming.
Balor felt your walls tightening. They pulled him in and stuttered his pace. Still, he kept on. You gasped as the first wave rolled over you. His growl caught in is throat but one hand let go of your leg and reached for your clit. You back bowed towards him and your toes cramped. Still, he kept on. The force of him drove you back to brace against the headboard. He shifted your thigh over his shoulder so he could brace too. Your arms were too weak, and he knew it. There was so much. Still, he kept on.
Unstoppable.
“My, qu-… my… Y/N!”
His body shivered and tensed as he held the apex of you against him. His release coated you and triggered a final wave. Your weak cry was nothing compared to the bliss blinding you.
Once again, his body collapsed onto yours. But this time he was relaxed past the point of thought. And so were you. He had just enough energy to clean you with a snap and to pull the covers over you.
“How much time now, my queen?” he panted. “How much time?”
“Just one more second, my love.” You pulled his arm over your hip and curled yours over his. “Hold me for just one more second.”
“Oh, ma grá,” he hummed, watching you fall asleep, “I can make one second last all night.”
It’s the last Monday before Hell in a Cell and the Reader is in control. Sort of. A lot of things go wrong, there are egos to buffer, and ‘deviation from the plan’ is the phrase of the night. But some blue-brand reassurance helps boost the Reader’s confidence.
Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, stress/angst, tiny bit of Sheamus x Reader
Word Count: 4260 (oops)
Note: It’s long for a non-PPV week because it’s heavy on the promos. But it moves quickly and sets a few more things up. Let me know if you have been enjoying this series! Enjoy.
Monday Night Raw – September 10, 2018 – Beaumont, TX
You jumped as your music started and a backdrop in your favorite color took over the Titantron. With a deep breath, you walked out onto the stage. Your smile became brighter one the way to the ring as the crowd welcomed you.
“Hello, Beaumont, Texas!” It was taking nearly all of your willpower to not let the microphone shake in your hands. “I wanted to start tonight by letting you know that tonight is not going to be a normal night. Kurt Angle is away on a business trip and is meeting with Stephanie McMahon.” Deep breaths, deep breaths. “He asked me last week to take over managing Raw this week. I have to admit, I am a little nervous.” When they cheered, you grew a little bolder. “This week is still going to be action-packed. There’s the last round of the Intercontinental Concert Series, and Finn Balor has asked for some time to speak to Roman Reigns, and then for a match with him. I know we’re a little off plan tonight, but it’s Raw. When does it ever go according to pla-“
Bagpipes sounded, and a Celtic symbol showed up on stage. Sheamus hesitantly peaked out, then continued down to the ring. He apologized on his way through the ropes. “Sorry ‘bout that. I wasn’t expectin’ my music to happen so quick. Didn’t mean ta interrupt ya, Miss Ambrose.”
You dropped your mic to your waist. “Just Y/N, please.” With a smile, you brought it back up. “No problem. I didn’t really have anything more to say.” For all the space in the ring. Sheamus stopped about a meter from where you were standing. “Um, do I trust you enough to know why you’re here, or should you tell me?”
“Oh, yeah, Kurt told me last week I could watch the show, help you out an’ the like if you need it.”
“Just to watch? Have fun with that.” It sounded plausible. But there had to be something else, right? “And maybe… scouting some future competition?”
Sheamus nodded. “Yes, lass. And to pass along how much everybody misses you on Smackdown. Even Becky and Aiden are getting along now.”
“That’s good to hear.” You shifted your weight. “But that’s it?”
He licked his lips to say more, then dropped off into a shrug. “That’s it.”
“Okay, then. Welcome to Monday Night Raw. Try to keep yourself out of-“ You were interrupted again, this time by Baron Corbin. What was it with wrestlers? Did they break out in hives if someone was able to finish a thought?
Baron walked down the ramp. “Y/N.”
“Mr. Corbin.”
“Actually, that’s Constable Corbin now.” He stepped through the ropes with a smirk.
“Excuse me?” Baron bumped past Sheamus and handed you a letter. You read it out loud. “From Stephanie McMahon: tonight, I am assigning Baron Corbin to assist you as constable. He is operating under my jurisdiction and- what the heck am I supposed to do with this? You’re here to answer any questions I might have about matches and to back me up?”
He nodded. “Yes, if I think what you’re doing aligns with the wishes of Stephanie McMahon.” He thumped your back. “Good luck.” He turned on his heel and bumped Sheamus again on the way out.
What the hell? You sputtered and looked to Sheamus. He punched his palm and nodded towards Baron’s exiting form. You shook your head. He shrugged and sat on the ropes so the both of you could exit the ring.
***
You were barely off the stage before Finn Balor’s music started. He gave you a reassuring nod and you sent him a ‘have fun’ before getting out of the way. You couldn’t help but hover in Gorilla, watching his entrance just out of the view of the audience.
Once in the ring, he took a mic and turned expectantly towards the stage. He tapped at the Universal Title around his waist as Roman entered and made his way to the ring. A grin sneaked across his face as Roman made him wait by standing by each of the ring posts like it was the beginning of a match.
“Are ya done?”
Roman walked away to collect a mic.
“I wan’ed to speak with you about last week’s match.” Finn scoffed. “What happened? Braun t’rew you around like a rag doll. And because of it, you don’t ‘ave a match at Hell in a Cell.”
Roman nodded. “And what of it?”
“I thought this was your yard, Big Dog?”
“It is. Sometimes I just like to sit back and watch the squirrels run around.”
Finn laughed. Out of the range of the mic, he made Roman smile with, “that was good.” He cleared his throat and continued. “Would you say t’at you know Braun’s skills the best?” He waited for Roman’s confused ‘possibly’ nod. “While I was watching last week’s match for my Universal title, I noticed a few things about you two.” Finn began to count on his fingers. “You are both willing to fight until your last breaths. You don’t take shortcuts. An’ you realize who the biggest threat is and handle t’em after taking out the others so ya won’t be interrupted.”
“Thanks for that analysis, but Y/N said you asked for a match as well. What does all of that,” he circled his hand in front of Finn’s face, “have to do with this.” He motioned between themselves.
“If I want to beat Braun again, in a way that discourages him from trying again to take my title away, at least for a while, then I have to beat the man who knows him best.”
Biting his lip, Roman huffed. “You want to fight me… as practice? So that other people can challenge you for the Universal Title?”
“Yes.”
Roman shifted his weight and looked down at Finn. “Then let’s get started.” The mic hadn’t hit the ground yet before he was swinging his fist in Finn’s direction. The champion was ready for it, but only halfway as he took some of the hit and was rolled out of the ring. They shared a smug smile as Finn shed his jacket and passed his title to the ref that rushed down to the ring.
Finn spent the first half of the match keeping up with what Roman threw at him. Every heavy hit or drop that he could dish out, Finn had to take it until he could fight back to his feet. Then it was a matter of height where Finn surprisingly took the advantage. His acrobatics combined with the spring of the ropes kept Roman from really being able to defend himself. Occasionally, he was able to knock Finn down with a superman punch. Another time, Finn took the full brunt of a spear, but he came up with a growl and a renewed vigor.
The second spear was easily avoided, and Roman’s shoulder crashed into the post. Finn yanked him away and rushed up the turnbuckles for the coup de grace. Between the exhaustion of keeping up with him and the exponential injuries, Roman was unable to break out of the count.
Finn took back his title from the ref and shook Roman’s hand before leaving the ring.
***
Baron trailed behind you out of the office as you followed the sound of metal clanging against concrete and crates being upturned. When you slid to a stop, he bumped into you. A techie barely dodged a flying steel chair and you jumped forward.
“Braun! Seriously? What’s the trouble this time?”
He froze and turned to look at you. “Roman had a match with Finn. Practice, he said. Where is my practice for Hell in a Cell?”
“Um, you hadn’t asked for one. Finn asked Kurt last week. He’s usually pretty open to giving people matches. That doesn’t mean you can go on a rampage backstage. Seriously. Just come talk to me.” His chest heaved, and his fists tightened around invisible foes. You turned to Baron with a gulp. “Suggestions?”
He answered a call. “You’re the Braun wrangler. I’m only here to observe and to help when you need it.”
“Um, I need help.” You motioned towards Braun.
“Not right now,” he dropped his voice to a harsh whisper, “I’m on the phone. Yes, Stephanie?”
Okay, you could do this. You pushed Baron out of the way so you could grab a chair. Braun watched you amused as you stood on it. You huffed. “You want a match?”
“Yeah.
With a nervous sigh, you gave him the bad news first. “There’s not really a space for it tonight. But,” you held your hands up to stop whatever movements he was about to do, “now hear me out, I will try to find you someone to fight if you can promise not to put any more of my techies in danger?” You thought for a second. “Possibly multiple someone’s. Okay? A tentative deal?” You held out your hand and waited for his.
He looked at your hand, then the chair she’s standing on, then your face. “Deal.” He shook your hand gently, despite his completely swallowing yours. “Thanks.”
Once you had stepped off the chair, Baron poked your shoulder. “Your phone is ringing.” He left you fuming. You answered the call, only after checking to see who it was. “Hi, Mr. Angle. Yes, everything is going just fine.”
***
Sasha Banks was pacing the ring. “I’ve got to get something off my chest.” She came to a halt in the center of the ring and composed herself. “A few months ago, Bayley and I started down what I had hoped was the last mile of our issues. I had hoped to leave what happened at Extreme Rules behind us. Then last week, Bayley interfered and cost me my match. She wasn’t even supposed to be in the arena!” Sasha took another breath. “What I have come here to say, is this: I admit I have made mistakes in the past, and I have paid for them. I have worked through them and I am going to keep moving forward. But Bayley,” she turned towards the stage, “you obviously still have issues to work out. So let’s finish this. Hell in a Cell, locked in together with no way out until we are done.” She licked her lips. “And if you beat me… unlikely… then we split ways and I will not even look in your direction if you can agree to do the same.”
For a second, nothing happened. Then the Titantron lit up in bright colors. Bayley walked out and gave Sasha some fake applause. “And there she is. One of the best actresses in the business. It’s speeches like that, that make you think she’s really changed. When in reality, she’s learned people have caught onto her lies and are calling her out on them.”
“I want to bury the hatchet, Bayley. That’s all.” Sasha held her hands up in surrender. “What we could have been, all of my past, I’m leaving it behind me. Why can’t you let me drop it?”
“No.” Bayley pointed at her and almost stepped towards the ramp. “You don’t get to make me look like I’m the villain. I’ve heard that monologue tpo many times for it to work anymore. You want to bury the hatchet? Fine. Let me run this by you.” Bayley fiddled with the tassels on her jacket for a moment.
Sasha nervously waited.
“I admit I was grumbling earlier today about you and all this, and Dana overheard me. She was looking through some classic matches and suggested one to solve our problem. You might know the one. Triple H versus Stone Cold Steve Austin in a Three Ways to Hell match.” She smiled as Sasha recognized it. “If you don’t remember the rules, the first pin is normal. After that, it’s street fight rules and anything goes. After another pin, the steel cage descends and there’s no way out except by pinfall or submission.” Bayley dropped the last bit of the smile she had been clinging to. “That’s what you wanted right? No way out, the last call? No room for any continuation of this… whatever this was.” Bayley motioned between themselves.
Sasha nodded. “Last call. Hell in a Cell.”
“I’ll see you there.”
***
Natalya walked up just as you were confirming Sasha and Bayley’s match with Kurt. Rhonda Rousey was by her side, bumping shoulders with Baron to do so. “I want a rematch. Me against Ruby Riott. If she loses she loses her place in the championship match.” Before you could ask questions or protest, she held her hand up to silence you. “Last week was a mistake. I want to fix it.”
You checked your match sheet. There was room. And since you had sort of foreseen this last week, Kurt had given you that power. Still. “Are you sure? Aren’t you worried you’re focusing so much on Ruby that you’re forgetting about Nia?”
Way to sink back into journalist mode, Y/N.
“I think that’s why I lost last week. I was so focused on what I wanted Hell in a Cell to be that I lost sight of the goal at hand. Mentally planning for Nia got in the way of what I had to do to Ruby.” She slapped her hands together to pump herself up. “I know I can fix it. Have the championship match as planned.”
Both of you froze as Ruby and the Squad wandered into the space. Ruby would have stepped nose-to-nose with Natalya had you not stayed in the way. She gave you a quick glance, then refocused on Natalya. “Figured you be here. Oh, and a little birdy told me you were headed this way.” Liv Morgan jutted her chin over Ruby’s shoulder with a ‘tweet’. “Trying to kick me out of Hell in a Cell after making it so easy for me to get there in the first place?”
Rhonda grabbed hold of Natalya’s shoulders to keep her from surging forward.
“What are you worried about? The great match it could have been got better. You should let the match happen, Y/N. Even if it’s going to end just like it did last week.”
You took the bait with a sigh. “And why do you say that?”
“Because Natalya knows at Hell in a Cell she has nothing to fear from me. We will share a common goal. Even if we prefer different methods. As for this week, I have nothing to lose. What Natalya is afraid of is how her heart gets in the way of the goal.” She smirked and tapped your schedule. “Be a dear, Y/N, and make the match. If I lose, I’m out. If I win, then things go according to plan. But this week, let’s have people ringside. Agreed, Natty?”
Natalya looked back at Rhonda, who nodded. “Fine. But that is not going to end in your favor.”
Ruby laughed. “Funny. I was going to say the same thing about you.”
“Make the match, Y/N,” Baron said. “You already made space for it, and both parties are asking for it.” He talked over you. “We don’t need to discuss it. Just call it.”
You looked at each of the determined parties. “Okay. The rematch is the main event.” As everyone filed out, you muttered under your breath. “Sometimes I hate being right.”
***
With the match set between Bayley and Sasha, the Legit Boss was able to focus on her match for the night. Mickie James was unable to dampen her spirits, not for lack of trying.
“You’re alone here because of your own actions, Sasha,” she screamed at her. “Hell in a Cell should be the least of your worries. Your focus should be what the locker room is going to do to you once they realize how vulnerable you are.” Mickie broke away from Sasha’s attempted hold. “Especially after you lose tonight… and on Sunday.”
Sasha elbowed her in the face before she could say another word, then wrapped her up in the Bank Statement. “We’ll see about that,” Sasha whispered as Mickie tapped out.
***
“Y/N.” Elias walked up, guitar over his shoulder.
You shook your head and went back to looking at your phone. “I’ve a lot on my plate tonight, and you don’t have a match. Kurt didn’t schedule one.” You puffed as he placed his hand over the screen.
“Why not?”
“Uh, the schedule didn’t say.” Perhaps… you gave him a smile. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll find you someone.”
“Not Braun,” he said.
Best laid plans. “What? Why not Braun? You did pretty well against him last time. Well, you survived better than most,” you added with a shrug.
Elias remained neutral. “That still isn’t saying much. Braun has been completely out of control. And I am not sacrificing my ability to hold onto my title next week so you can have an easy week now. I’m a champion. And I am going to keep it that way, despite your best efforts.”
You waved away his complaints. “Please, I am really stressed about tonight. Anything you can do to help this show run as smoothly as possible will be greatly appreciated. If even just in brownie points.” Another idea came to mind. “Actually, there were brownies in catering. I can reserve a few if that’s enough incentive.”
He squinted as you waited on baited breath. “To not have a match or to fight Braun.” You tilted your hand back and forth for either. “For no match… what if it is?”
“Then I owe you one.” Dangerous, but it felt necessary.
“Deal.” He gave you a nod and left the office. You immediately went on the walkie-talkie and reserved those brownies for when he got there.
***
Seth Rollins and Dean couldn’t help but laugh at each other. How many times had they clashed reaching for the same goal? How many times had they won one together? And here they were, once again going head to head. The crowd rewarded their talent with ‘Monday Night Rollins’ and ‘Let’s Go Ambrose’ chants.
From the corner of his eye, Seth saw a guitar slide into the ring. He tipped Dean over the ropes and ducked out of the way of Elias’s swing. By the time he had curb-stomped Elias and toss him out, Dean was back in the ring. He hadn’t seen the events, so he continued with his earlier moves and wiped Seth out with a Dirty Deeds.
Elias’s head peeked into view as Dean won the pin. He exited the arena with a knowing grin as Dean started to put the pieces together. Above his head, the distraction replayed on the Titantron.
Dean twisted around and helped Seth up into a sitting position. “Why didn’t you say something, you loser? We could have kicked him out together and-“
Seth waved his words away. “Nah, man. It’s your turn. He took that from me, and I’m going to have your back when you take it from him.” He groaned as Dean heaved him to his feet. “Damn, that move is intense.” Dean laughed and helped him out of the ring.
***
You were sitting on a crate staring at your ringing phone when Sheamus sat down next to you. Gently, he took your phone and placed it on the far side of him.
“How have you been enjoying the show?” you asked.
He nodded. “It’s been great. Action packed, with just the right amount of drama. And ya know what your wrestlers need to make the night run… smoother. You’ve been doing great.” He scooted closer when you didn’t reply. “How do you think you did?”
“I think I’m drowning. I’m unqualified for this kind of stuff. There was that thing with Braun. Then Corbin left no room for discussion about Natalya’s rematch. I still don’t think she really wants to do it. Or needs to. Seth lost to Dean, not because of skill or outsmarting each other, but because I didn’t set up enough security to keep Elias from interfering. Everything has gone wrong and I feel like I’ve let everyone down.” You dropped your voice. “I don’t want to let Dean down.”
Sheamus hesitated, then followed through with wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Considerin’ you’ve only been in the company for a few months, you’re doin’ fantastic. I’ve been ‘ere for… well, forever, and I know I couldn’t do nearly as well as you did.” He rubbed his hand up and down your arm. “If ya could pick one good t’ing about tonight…”
It took a minute for your brain to wrap around the question. “Tonight wasn’t as chaotic as it could have been.”
“Good.”
“And you. Whether you’re here as a spy or what, thank you. I didn’t mean to dump my worries on you, but you took them like a champ.”
He nudged your shoulder with a wink. “Anytime, lass.” He handed your phone back. “Last two matches?”
“Last two matches.”
***
The match you had thrown together for Braun was set. He seemed pleased to hear of the gauntlet match you had planned, but he didn’t know who would be participating until they came out.
Bobby Roode did a rushed version of his entrance and rushed into the ring to meet Braun. The Monster was confused why it was so hard to knock his opponent down. He was sturdy and could use the ropes for an extra launch. He lasted a good seven minutes before Braun caught him over his shoulder. Roode rolled to the floor after the powerslam the following count.
Next was Tyler Breeze. He left his selfie stick in the back and paused outside the ring where Roode was still trying to get to his feet. Breeze was hesitant. He tried several hits and dropkicks, changing things up when nothing seemed to have an effect. The match eventually found its way to the outside, and Breeze found himself on the run. He changed directions, trying to trick Braun up. This ended in a mid-air three-sixty spin, after which he was tossed back into the ring and pinned.
Braun anxiously waited for his next opponent, grinning as he watched Mojo Rawley’s colors take over the stage. But Mojo attacked from behind. Braun fell forward to his knee, giving Mojo plenty of back space to hit. It became a power struggle, with Braun still winning in the end. But barely.
Heath Slater was in no hurry to get hit once he made it to the ring. He dodged and weaved just out of Braun’s range, then swooped in with his best. Slater focused on his knees and the back of his ribs where Mojo had done the most damage. In theory, continuing this plan would have made it difficult, if not impossible, for Braun to lift him and drop him for a powerslam. This did not work against big boots to the face. Slater was counted out.
Each man you scheduled shared an aspect with Finn Balor. Roode had his pride and a similar entrance, as well as also being an NXT champion. (As you found out from Dana Brooke.) Breeze was quick an unpredictable. Mojo was full of an energy that sometimes intensified with anger. Slater was probably the closest to having a playful technique, though he could be serious when he wanted to be. Given a chance with proper preparation, these men could have stood a chance.
The last man’s music queued. Curt Hawkins came out, twirling his baton in one hand and holding a mic on the other. “Surprise, surprise,” he said, “you made it through the rabble. And now? My losing streak is going to break, and everybody here will see that I am the true talent of Monday Night Raw.”
And Hawkins… well. Technically he had asked to fight “an exhausted Braun” last in hopes of breaking his own losing streak. That didn’t happen. Braun beat them all, fair and of his own power.
***
Natalya gave Ruby no room to gain the advantage. In their corners, Rhonda, Liv, and Sarah cheered them on and glared at each other. With each passing minute, Ruby realized just how focused her opponent was. In her mind, the opportunity at Hell in a Cell was slipping through her fingers.
She nodded at her Squad.
Liv ducked down first while Sarah hopped up on the apron. When Rhonda circled around to stop her, Liv had circled the ring. She was surrounded. Natalya dropped Ruby but didn’t go for the pin. “Don’t worry about me,” Rhonda shouted, waving her away. Natalya went back to her match while Liv and Sarah ganged up on her friend.
The match was almost over as Natalya had Ruby pinned to the mat. She backed off at two, hearing a body colliding with the steel steps. Rushing to the ropes, she saw the two women kicking at Rhonda. She hesitated to leave the ring or to finish the match. It was decided for her as Ruby rolled her up and borrowed some leverage from the ropes to hold her down.
The Riott Squad met up by the ramp while Rhonda crawled into the ring to stand with Natalya.
“As it should be, Natalya,” Ruby called back. “As it should be.”
Prompt: “Can I request a smutty imagine where the girl has Dolph and/or Finn over and she decides to give them a little show leading to some kitchen action?” – @mnrtw
Pairing: Dolph Ziggler x Reader (Y/N) [Just Dolph]
Warnings/Promises: food mention, risk of exhibitionism, oral (female receiving), choking (sorta but not really), pesky neighbors
Word Count: 1660
Note: This has probably one of my favorite endings. With all the Dolph fics I’m writing, I might have to start a tag list for him, if you guys want one. I hope you like this fic too. Happy WWE Answered Request Week. Enjoy!
The smell of breakfast woke you up first. You opened your eyes and stretched, bringing yourself close to awake. Next, you heard the music. Soft. Dampened by the walls separating you from the source. It had an upbeat tempo, not so much to be annoying in the morning. You grabbed a button-up shirt from the floor and went to investigate.
Dolph was at the stove in his basketball shorts. His hair was mostly dry and hanging down his back. He hadn’t noticed you yet, so you stayed by the door and watched him. You couldn’t deny yourself a smile as he hummed along to the music.
“How long are you going to stare at me?” Dolph looked at you over his shoulder.
“As long as it takes. Just enjoying the view, sweetheart,” you added, echoing his usual phrase. Before you could hop up on a counter, he caged you in and caught you in a kiss.
“Good morning.”
“Mornin’.” You leaned into his chest, curling your arms between you. “You’re warm.”
“So was the bed, I imagine. If you had stayed there I was going to bring this to you.” He gestured at your favorites halfway set up on a tray. “When I got out of the shower, you were dead asleep. Thought I’d surprise you.”
“And make me miss seeing this?” His stomach muscles rippled under your touch. “Not for the world.” You held your breath as he tugged open the collar of the shirt just a bit.
“I can’t say I’m sorry for not hanging this up last night.”
You nodded in agreement. “You were a little… distracted.” You looked past him when something on the stove started to pop. “Shouldn’t you get that?”
“Let it burn.”
“No. I don’t want the fire department showing up like they did last time.”
Dolph turned off the stove.
His playlist switched over to a song you liked to dance to. Using the gap in his split attention, you backed him up where you had been standing. He stood still as you ran your hands up through your hair so he could get a good look at last night’s hickey on your neck. To the music, you brought your hands to the hem of the shirt. Turning, you revealed, just for a second, that you weren’t wearing anything underneath.
“You’re trying to kill me,” he groaned.
“Perhaps.” The buttons were your focus next. You undid them top to bottom without rustling the fabric enough for it to open. Dolph finally moved forward and did that step for you. His gasp made you flush. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as he feathered his fingers over the swell of your breasts.
“Are we doing this here?”
“Do you think we’d make it to the bedroom if we’re not?”
“No.”
With a spin, you were stretched out across the island. The cool marble pebbled your breasts but that wasn’t what had your attention. Across the room, the sheer curtains waved slightly with the air conditioning. You could see the front yard and the street barely, but enough that if anyone on the outside look your way and squinted they were going to get quite the show.
“Dolph.” He hummed in response as he kissed the back of your neck. “Shouldn’t we close the blinds?”
He chuckled and kneeled. He flipped the bottom of his shirt over your ass and spread your cheeks. “I dunno. Do you want me to close them?” You hissed as he dragged his fingers down each side. Dolph kissed at the small of your back. “Do you?” A chill caught you as he removed his hands.
You reached back and grabbed at him. “No. Don’t leave.”
He hummed in triumph and breathed hot air over your folds. Since you were gripping your thighs together, he pulled them apart. You whimpered as he gave your lips a long, strong lick from bottom to top. His tongue delved deep. Tasting you in any fashion was Dolph’s favorite thing to do. It made you buck and scream and gush so he could have more. It also made you vocal. And expressive. There had been many bathroom and locker room escapades in front of the mirrors. If your face was contorted in bliss, then Dolph considered it a job well done.
His fingers curled into you. With his thumb then spreading your slick up to your clit, you tightened your grip on the sides of the counter. You whimpered stuttered out of your mouth as he sped up his movements. He scissored you open more, then curled roughly into the spot that never failed to make your legs quake. Dolph lapped hungrily at you. His hand splayed across your back the more you bucked and wriggled on the countertop. Your cries heightened in pitch until you couldn’t make sounds anymore.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Dolph drank your dripping essence. “I hope you’re ready, Y/N. Need my second breakfast.”
“You are such a nerd,” you weakly chuffed.
Dolph stood. His cock pressed into your back and his hand wrapped around your throat. Pulling you back, he growled in your ear. “Tell anyone and I’ll fuck you within an inch of your life.”
“Not much of a preventive incentive.”
He stopped your giggle with thrusting his bulge into your ass. “You’re using some pretty big words, Y/N. Might have to give you a little of that today.” There was a soft pat as his shorts and boxers hit the floor. He rubbed his cock between your thighs and dropped his hand to your breasts.
Across the street, the front door opened. The new couple that had just moved in set out two baskets and carried a third. They walked to their neighbors on one side and knocked.
The stone was unforgiving under your fingernails as Dolph gave you small thrusts. It was a mistake to let your breathing too even. With a grunt that broke apart, he thrust hard one more time, bottoming out. He kneaded at your breasts and tugged at your nipples as he waited for your walls to adjust. You did your best to push back to meet him. Then it was all him. With Dolph, the only work you had to do was hang on. But with the stone slipping under your fingers and Dolph behind you out of reach, that was going to be difficult.
The neighbors walked back to their front step and picked up one of the baskets. They continued onto the house on their other side.
It was getting harder to breathe. He was fucking up into you with reckless abandon like he hadn’t felt you in weeks. Kisses to your neck and his hands on your breasts didn’t help. The pose you had on your tip-toes faltered as he dropped one hand to your clit. Dolph’s moans were getting more breathless. And louder. His pace stuttered.
Across the street, the neighbors had returned for the final basket. They looked both ways and started towards your front door.
“Baby.”
“Yeah?”
“We’re going to have to put this on hold.”
He rested his chin on your shoulder but didn’t stop. When he spotted the soon-to-be intruders, he gave you a series of slow hard thrusts that made you yelp. “No, we don’t.” Then he went back to his earlier pace and swirled his finger faster on your clit.
“They’re coming up the sidewalk!”
He leaned close to your ear. “Then we’d better finish, don’tcha think? Wouldn’t want to scare them with your scream when you cum. Might make them jealous.” He clamped a hand over your mouth as you came. He bit down on your shoulder to muffle his own sounds. He helped you fall to the floor.
The doorbell rang.
“Hello? Neighbors?” a sing-song voice called out.
Dolph sniggered. “We appear to have company.” Before you could stop him, he had snagged his basketball shorts and was on his way to the door. He opened the door with his signature smile, angling the door so the couldn’t see the kitchen. “Hi. You must be the new neighbors.” He paused. “Oh no, you weren’t interrupting anything. We were just making brunch. It’s our day off. Y/N will be along soon. Y/N?” he called.
That jerk. All you had was his shirt and his boxers. Muttering under your breath you put those on and evened your breathing on the way to the door.
The couple that stood before you looked like something out of a Hallmark movie. The wife saw you first. “Hi, you must be Y/N.”
No, I’m the babysitter. Dolph smirked beside you, knowing you were probably thinking something sassy. “Yep, that’s me. Pleased to meet you.” You took Dolph’s hand and squeezed it tight. He only flinched a little.
“You know,” she said, pulling you back into the conversation, “a cold compress on that bruise might help it go down a bit.” She nodded towards your neck.
You rushed to cover it. “Thank you. I didn’t even see it. We’re wrestlers so we’re both constantly bruised.”
Dolph nodded in agreement. “Barely feel them anymore.”
An awkward silence cut the air. Finally, the husband took his wife’s shoulder and reached his hand out to Dolph. “Well. We’ll let you guys get back to brunch and your off-day. Stay safe in the ring.”
“Will do.”
She handed you the basket. “Here, you are dear.”
“Oh yes, couldn’t let you guys leave without taking that. We’ll see you around.”
The husband dragged her away and tossed over his shoulder, “you’ll have to let us know when you’ve got a gig in town. I’m sure you guys put on quite the show.”
“Yes, quite the show,” Dolph added, gripping your ass. You elbowed him in the ribs and hastily shut the door. He pinned you to a wall that wasn’t in front of a window. When you were sure they were far enough away, you both burst into a fit of giggles.
Prompt: “Could you write me a Prince Devitt fic? All cocky and arrogant he is and really kinky? He meets me at a bar or something like that? 😍” – @florist-laura
Pairing: Prince Devitt x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: alcohol, language, bad decisions, SMUT, FILTH FILTH FILTH, public fingering, elevator make-out, spanking, name calling, hair pulling, master/sir use, oral (both receiving), orgasm control, begging, choking
Word Count: 2130
Note: Father, forgive us about to sin. Okay, so originally this was a Finn/Balor fic that I could never seem to finish. Thank you so much for sending this prompt in. I finally got to use the darn thing! Having said that, I wrote all of the rest of it in one sitting. Sweetie, this is filthy trash and I hope that’s what you were asking for because here it is. Happy WWE Answered Request Week. Have at it!
You felt his hand grope your ass.
Within a split second, you had grabbed his wrist and spun it behind him. Before he knew what was happening, you slammed his head into the bar, narrowly missing your glass of whiskey. He fell to the floor with a thud. The man jumped to his feet, fists raised.
You grinned at him. “Are you going to back off, or do you want me to reintroduce you to the floor?”
His face twitched as he growled “bitch” under his breath. But he walked away all the same.
You downed the rest of your drink under the amused eye of the bartender. “What?” you asked.
“Nothing. But a guy in the corner booth is motioning for me to refill your glass.”
“Seriously?” You turned to flip the guy off, but you stopped when you saw who was in the booth. He looked dangerous in the best of ways. Short hair, a scruffy beard that looked like it belonged to Jack the Ripper, and a black leather jacket. One hell of a gorgeous man. Those bright eyes shining from the shadow made your chest tight and your heart thunder in your chest. He lifted his glass in a salute, which you mimicked. You turned back to the bar before you were completely lost.
The refill burned as you took it like a shot. A chaser eased it along.
“Glad to see he got my message,” an accented voice said. The man from the corner stood on your right, filling in where the jerk stood just moments before. “Ya’ve got some style there, miss…?”
“Y/N. Thanks for the drink. And the compliment.”
“Ya deserve many compliments. More than I could give ‘n a lifetime.” He glanced away and ran his fingers through his hair. “Yer prob’ly not drunk enough for such lines. Or for hearin’ any more after that last prick.”
You smiled and looked at your glass, running your finger around the rim. “But you aren’t being a prick about it. Mr…?”
“Devitt. Prince Devitt.”
You snorted. “Prince? Started out on the top of the food chain early, huh?”
He barked a laugh. “I’m the best. The only way I could ‘ave started was at ta top.” Before you could say another word, he laid his hand on top of yours. “Come sit wit’ me.” An order. One you gladly followed when he reached over the bar and grabbed a bottle of anything and two glasses.
It was half empty in a blink. It was going to be a bitch in the morning, but for the moment your skin was alive. Prince’s cheeks had a rosy glow to them that was almost cute, except for the way his eyes were o clear over them. Always looking at you. Your chest. Skimming your form. Your lips. Glaring at any man who dared look at you on the way by. His hand rested on your thigh dangerously close to the apex of your thighs. When you wanted it the most, he reached a finger to the seam of your jeans and pressed. You swallowed. Anything was better than moaning, even in such a deafening place as that. If he kept going, there was going to be trouble hiding your expressions. Already several people kept looking over.
“So, this is what you were holding out for?” The jerk from earlier stumbled up to the table. “You’re better off hooking up with someone else, dude. Paid the chic a compliment and she tried to slug me.”
Prince growled. “She did slug ya. And a slap on the ass is ‘ardly a compliment.” His face darkened as the man chuckled.
“Really? And flowers are more your style? Then you’re in the wrong place. This bar is for men who can take what they want.” His hand gripped your forearm as he began to drag you out of the booth.
You heard it before you saw it. The jerk was holding his face from the floor. His face looked like it was drunkenly trying to consider the existence of de ja vu. Prince’s shadow hovered over him like a foreboding hurricane. Right now he was in the eye, but here in a second, he was going to get hit with part two. Prince lifted the guy off the floor.
“No.” You stood and caught his arm. “Not worth the trouble. He’s too drunk and stupid.”
The jerk fell with a thud as Prince let go. You felt an arm around your waist and left with it. “We’re goin’ ta my place. I’m gonna to really show ya what a real man is. An’ take what I want in a way that’s gonna make you scream.”
You hummed. “Promises, promises.”
***
It started in the elevator. Other people got in a level after you, which seemed to irk him but not enough to stop him. He stood directly behind you and tightened his hands on your waist.
“Ya know why that prick was never gonna get ya?” He nipped at the shell of your ear and whispered, “yer too much for ‘im. I could see it soon as I saw ya. Ya wanna be throuwn around and given it rough. I’m gonna make ya drip before we make it to ma door.” The longer he talked the thicker his accent became. And the tighter you pressed your thighs together. “I’m right, aren’t I? Yer wet already.”
Since you were in the back of the elevator, everyone was looking at the doors. He popped your button and shoved his hand down the front of your jeans. You gave a jolt and his arm constricted around you. It was a fight to keep your breathing quiet and your eyes forward. Prince curled a finger into your slick and hummed into the back of your throat.
“I’m gonna love cummin’ in this tight cunt.” Twisting his head, he used his nose to push your head to one side. He bit down at your neck. “Gonna love markin’ ya. Makin’ ya mine.” He pulled away as the elevator emptied. You could feel the teeth of his smile on your skin as no one else got on. “Here we go.”
You gasped as he turned you around and slammed your back into the wall. His lips attacked your jaw’s underside. His hands reached up under your shirt and pinched at your breasts through your bra. Like any good woman, your mind latched onto the hot bulge pressed into your crotch. You reached for it, only to find your hands pinned above your head as Prince continued to ravage your chest and throat with kisses, bites, and a possessive licking across your collarbone.
The doors dinged. Prince was calm, borderline stoic, as they opened to his floor. You, on the other hand, looked fucked ten ways to Sunday. And he hadn’t even fucked you yet.
He dragged you down to his door, pinning you to the inside of it and fumbling to lock it. You rushed to remove your clothes before he could rip them. With a smirk, he stood still as you sank to your knees to undo his belt and pull down his pants. His length bobbed in your face, distracting you as you helped him step out of his clothes. You yelped as he tugged you to your feet by your hair straight into a teeth-gnashing kiss. He reached behind and grabbed at your ass.
“Hmhmm,” he chuckled. “ya got a great ass.”
You gasped as his nails clawed at your lower back. “Is that supposed to be a step up from the guy at the bar? I have to say… I’m not impressed.”
“You will be.”
Grabbing the back of your neck, he guided you over to the kitchen table. The wood was cool against the flush of your body. You yelped as Prince slapped your ass. Soon there was a matching handprint on your other cheek. It stung when he gripped the globes of your ass and parted your cheeks. He groaned in approval and gave you a series of lighter swats so he could watch your pussy clench.
“Yer such a slut, aren’t ya?”
“Yes, sir.”
Prince paused. “I like that. Let’s take it up one more step.”
“Master?”
“Good girl.” He leaned down and kissed the base of your spine. “Ya gonna be loud, yeah? Gonna tell tha whole fookin’ floor who’s fookin’ ya.” He slapped the back of your thigh. “Right?”
“Yes, Master.”
Prince kneeled and bit at your ass cheek in a place he hadn’t hit. “Good girl.” He sucked harshly at your leaking pussy, making you cry out. Setting a ruthless pace, he shoved two fingers past your lips and scissor them open. With a shout, you grabbed the sides of the table. The speed and force of it all took your breath away. Your walls tightened around his fingers. Then he pulled away with a smirk you could hear.
“Oh, cailín leanbh,” he cackled, “ya thought I was goin’ ta give it to ya that easily?” His voice was suddenly at your ear. “Yer not cumin’ till I says so.” Again he took hold of your hair and pulled you to your feet. “Now get down there and suck like the little slut coileach ya are. No hands.”
The floor bit at your knees as he shoved you to the floor. Whatever pleasure you had been experiencing had fed into making his head an angry red that matched the bright handprints on your ass. You placed your hands on his thighs and messily kissed your way up his cock. His grip tightened in your hair as you laved around the head. Taking him into your mouth, you sucked and hollowed your cheeks. Prince threw his head back while his thighs tensed.
“That’s it. Good girl. Such a great mout’. Suckin’ me dow’n like the proud slut ya are. Gunna fook yer mouth, cailín leanbh. Gonna fook yer t’roat till yer beggin’ me to cum.”
You bobbed faster. Your nails dug into his skin as he placed both hands on your head and held it steady as he took over. His moans and whines were the only thing helping you to focus on breathing. Your kees hurt, your ass stung, and your pussy was dripping and unattended. You needed him to cum. Then, maybe, he would let you cum too. He gave a strangled cry as you choked a bit.
“Oh, Y/N,” he hauled you to your feet again and crashed his lips to yours. You fumbled not to fall backward, but he pushed you back onto the table. Prince kissed up your stomach to your breats where he bit at your nipples. “Beg for it, Y/N. I can last all night or finish on ya face. Neith’r helps you. So, beg for it.”
Whimpering softly, you tried. “Please. Please, Master, let me cum.” He bit harsher at the side of your breast. You weren’t loud enough. And his cock was so close you could feel the heat of it. He slapped lightly at your pussy making you screech. “Please! Master. Make me cum. I need you. Your cock. Need it. Please.” You stopped as a hand came to rest on your throat.
Prince teased his head at your entrance. “That’s all I needed ta hear.”
Your body quaked as he sheathed in one hard push. You barely had time to catch your breath before he was pulling your hips to his thrusts, leaving you with nothing to do but survive the ride. Bruises were surely going to cover your body tomorrow, and you didn’t care. And there was no chance of you being able to walk tomorrow. You didn’t care about that either. What you cared about was how Prince’s cock was spearing into each and every one of your sensitive places, known and formerly unknown.
“Prince,” you rasped.
“That’s it, Y/N. Cum on Master’s cock. Cum!” He pinned one of your legs back and thumbed harshly over your clit until your vision whited out. Vaguely you could hear screaming. It must have been you. Your walls fluttered as hot cum coated them. Prince’s wrecked voice hissed into your skin as he fell forward.
What a wonderful way to die.
“Y/N? Ya still alive?”
Honestly? Barely. You were probably dangerously close to passing out. “I’m just… perfect,” you answered with a sigh.
“Well, yer ruined for anyone else now. No one is gonna be able to fook you like I just did.” In the only moment of tenderness he’d shown all night, Prince lifted you into his arms and carried you towards your bedroom. You laid your head on his chest and he chuckled. “What? Did ya think I was done with ya?”
Prompt: “Maybe just a real Fluffy and Smutty one shot where Drake and the Reader celebrate either his or her birthday (it doesn’t matter which!) and they decide sometime early that day that they wanna start trying for a baby, which leads to them trying that night after they are settled in and home?”
Note: This came out super cute. But seriously, I had this cooking in my brain and then Drake had to go and check on his cruiserweights when they got beat-up? Not fair. Almost wrote this fic on the spot if I hadn’t had company. I hope this is what you had in mind, anon. Any feedback is super appreciated. Happy WWE Answered Request Week. Enjoy!
“Happy birthday, dear Y/N, happy birthday to you!” Everybody cheered and clapped as you blew out the circle of candles. The cake was quickly cut and dispersed to those who wanted a piece and you ended up with a plop of icing on your nose.
“Happy birthday, love.” Drake leaned forward and licked it off before giving you a sugary kiss. He bypassed your embarrassed squeaking and kissed your cheek.
“Get a room!” a few people yelled. The loudest was probably Xavier. Drake wandered off to join him and Miz. You heard them start talking about Xavier’s gaming show and smiled.
Brie slid up next to you and whispered in your ear, “careful about getting that room. Unless you don’t want to sleep for a few months.” She adjusted Birdie on her hip. With a laugh at your pout, she handed you her daughter. Birdie giggled and babbled while you danced your fingers in front of her face and down to her stomach. She grabbed your shirt in her small fist and laid her head on your shoulder while you bounced.
Across the room, Miz gave Drake a nudge and directed his attention to you. Miz whistled. “Oh, you’re in trouble now. She’s got the Look.”
“The look?”
He nodded. Drake watched you with soft eyes. Miz nudged him again. “You’ve got the Look too. Have you guys talked about it yet?”
“Talked about what?”
“Kids.”
Drake shook his head and looked down into his drink. “No.” He glanced back at you. “I mean, yeah, I would love to have kids. But I don’t want her to put her career on hold, ya know?” Miz and Xavier nodded. They suggested that you two should talk. It was an hour before he could catch you alone for a minute.
“Yeah, babe?” You giggled as he tried to work up to saying something. He was so cute when he was flustered.
He sputtered a bit then set his cup down so he could take your hands. “We can discuss this later in more depth. But seeing you with Birdie… it was a good look. I… I would like to see more of that. With our own. Child. It doesn’t have to be now. Or in nine months. Just… eventually.” He let go of your hands and fluttered his own.
“Drake, Drake…” you caught him before he could disappear. “Holding Birdie… it felt right. I want that too.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
He grabbed the sides of your face and kissed you quick. The spark in his eyes dimmed a bit. “We have people in the house. So many people.”
“I’ve got a plan for that.”
Having that many people visiting, even if they were your friends, was actually exhausting. So, you planting yourself on the couch was realistic. And your girlfriends noticed. And since everyone came with a plus one… they started to leave a pair at a time. Miz and Xavier gave an extra nod to Drake on their way out. He plopped down next to you once the house was yours again. The topic hung in the air unsaid for several minutes. You licked your lips.
“Do you want to talk more about it now, or start the process?”
“What do you want?”
Him and his cheeky grin. Two could play at that. You ran your hand over his thigh. “I kinda what to get started.” You gave him a little pout and your best puppy eyes. “For my birthday?” A little cliché maybe, but what the hell.
“Yes, ma’am.” He pulled you into his lap, gasping when you rolled your hips just how he liked it. The way you liked it too. While his hands on your hips and his growing desire was focused on the process, his eyes were focused on you. “You are going to be so beautiful. You’re stunning now, but I can’t wait to see you growing.” He placed a hand on your stomach. “And glowing.” You sniffled as he flicked your nose. His gaze wandered down to your breasts. “I wonder how big these are going to get.” Like he did most nights, Drake rested his head on your chest, his favorite pillow.
“And you,” you said, tilting his head up, “are going to be a great father. You take care of the 205 guys so well. I can’t wait to see you holding our child in your arms. Teaching them things. I bet they’ll have your gorgeous eyes.”
Drake blushed. “And your smile.”
You shared a look and then burst out laughing.
“We are such saps!” you laughed. You dismounted his lap and headed towards the bedroom. Drake snagged the back loop of your pants and followed you. He turned you around at the foot of the bed and caught you in a kiss. Distracted, he also rid the both of you of your clothes. In whichever pocket, you knew there was a little silver packet that was not going to be used any time soon. You fell onto the bed in a twist of limbs and a giggle. Drake landed on top.
He kissed across your face and your chest and under your neck. Visiting each spot he knew was a weakness that made you drip for him. His lips latched around your nipples and his tongue swirled around the tips, making you arch for him. Keening turned into a sharp intake of breath as his fingers trailed through your lips, searching for proof of readiness.
“Please, Drake.”
“Not yet.” He curled his finger into your heat and shook his head. “You’re not quite open enough yet. I want your body with its door wide open.” He kissed and sucked at your sweet spot. Your walls tightened around his finger. “We’ve got all night, love. And we are not going to bed until I’m sure you are satisfied.”
Suddenly his body heat was gone from your side. It reappeared between your thighs. His scruff caught at your sensitive skin. Slowly, torturously, he added his deft tongue to the work of his fingers. One hand flashed out to pin your stomach down as you bucked towards his face. Each curl was right where you needed it. He added a second finger, using them to scissor you open. The pleasure was building too fast for you to keep your eyes open. Your body focused instead on the sparks whisking to your nerve endings. How Drake hummed louder when your thighs tightened around his head. The way his hand spread wider on your stomach the more you moved. He focused more on your clit like it was the final lock to a vault.
“Drake-“
You came with a shout. He eased you through it, also prolonging it by calmly circling his thumb on your clit. You eased into the sheets as the buzzing died down to a soft tingling. His hands rubbed up and down your thighs and along the back of your legs where they sometimes cramped.
“Y/N?”
“Hmm?” You forced your eyes to open from their blissfully closed state. For a minute you were confused as he had you pass him a couple of pillows. He had you to lay over them. With the two pillows propped under your stomach, you were presenting to him. It made you think, especially with the focus he had fluffing the pillows. “You’ve been planning this for a while haven’t you?”
Drake gripped at your ass in thought. “Maybe.” He trailed a finger up the back of your spine, making you shiver. “Does that make you any less ready? We can try a different position if you’d like.” You whined and made yourself dead weight so he couldn’t move you. “Okay, love. The process.”
Both of you groaned as he inched his length’s way into you. His hands massaged along your spine and your hips as you adjusted. He grunted when you thrust just enough to get him moving. The thrusts were long and sensual. Slowly building a bonfire with you. Alternating the placements so you received the full spectrum of pleasure. Then just a tiny bit faster. Pumping into you and making you pant. Faster. Reaching for your clit. You whimpered. You fisted at the sheets.
“Oh, baby, just like that…”
He tightened his grip around your hips and started to pull you back to meet him. With a rasped moan he slowed down to a slow, hard rhythm that made your eyes cross. Then he shifted his angle and made you scream. Finding that, he kept going, increasing his pace until you had nothing left to scream. Your body shuddered and stiffened.
“Y/N-“ he slurred, right before he came. His cum filled you in hot spurts.
Usually at this point, you would roll onto your back and hold him when he went to lay on your breasts. This time, Drake kept you from moving. He fluffed the pillows more so your hips stayed up. Not a single drop of cum was going to escape. In the meantime, he grabbed a warm towel from your bathroom and ran it over your damp skin. He finally took away your supports once he was done and slid into the bed next to you.
“Thank you for my present, sweetie,” you sighed. Stretching, you hummed barely above a whisper. “We’re going to have a baby.”
Drake shot up. “Oh my God. We’re going to have a baby.”
“Now, now,” you soothed, “don’t get too excited. It might take a few tries.”
“Like hell, it will.” Drake paused and thought for a second. “Maybe so. Either way, I am going to keep doing this until you are pregnant.”
You told him to remember that promise after you passed along Brie’s warning.
Prompt: “Adam Cole smut where he finds out the reader (his gf) has a Daddy Kink, Biting Kink (both giving & reviving the biting) & a Thigh Riding Kink & also gets really turned on by his blue eyes (because I mean just look at them who wouldn’t get turned on by those baby blues~). So basically a really smutty Adam Cole smut because my baybay needs more smut about him~.” – anon
Pairing: Adam Cole x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: ALL THE KINK, ALL THE SMUT, you might need holy water after this, Daddy kink, thigh riding, praise kink/dirty talk, biting kink, oral (male receiving), Adam Cole’s eyes
Word Count: 1640
Note: At first, I thought this was only going to be 700 words and I felt bad. Then it ran away from me. Pray for your souls, sinners. Confessions, reblogs, comments, gif/key-smash reactions much appreciated. Happy WWE Answered Requests Week. Enjoy!
To say it had been a rough day was an understatement. Every step you made seemed to turn into a stumble. Every interview you did during the show ended up in chaos.
“Oh, come on!”
Your flat tire snapped the last fragment of resolve you had. The rental business you got it from apologized for there not being a spare in the trunk and promised to send out a replacement. In two hours. You declined. It wasn’t the employee’s fault, and you made sure they knew that. But you stopped them before they could off you that replacement again.
“I’ll walk if I have to.” Pressing the ‘end call’ button was never going to be as satisfying as slamming a flip phone shut.
“Need a ride, sweetheart?”
Turning around, you got caught in the bluest eyes in the WWE. Adam was leaned against a column, signature smirk on his face.
Still… “I thought you were riding with the guys tonight?”
He nodded and walked over to take your hands. “I was. Then I noticed you were having a bad day and heard about your car… I see them all the time. And you need me.” He chuckled as you sank into his arms. “Shall we?”
***
You squealed as Adam slapped your ass on your way into your apartment. It had been a long drive, and he was the worst tease. His heavy hand on your thigh. Trailing his finger up the seam of your jeans when you least expected. And now backing you up against the kitchen bar to kiss you breathless.
“Please,” you gasped, “Daddy, have mercy.”
He froze. Your eyes went wide.
“Wha- what did you say?”
“I… um… baby have mercy?”
He lowered his head and gently glared at you. “Now, now. It’s okay. Baby girl.”
You whimpered. I sounded so good coming from his lips in that tenor timber. No. “No. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” You hurried to your room.
Adam chased after you. “Hey, hey, hey.” He caught you and sat you on the edge of the bed, kneeling between your legs. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s embarrassing. I sound awkward.”
“No, you don’t.” He sighed. Licking is lips he rubbed the tops of your thighs. “Look, I like it if you like it. If you want, we can try it just for tonight and see how it goes.” Adam bopped his finger against your nose. “Do you want to try it?”
You bit your lip. Your embarrassment turned into sheepishness. “Yes… Daddy.”
A grin slowly broke out across his face. He parted your legs wider and leaned up to capture your lips. He continued to lean up and up until he pushed you back into your sheets. “You. Are. Wearing. To. Many. Clothes,” he said between kisses. You giggled as he removed your clothes, struggling a bit with your skinny jeans.
The following ‘thank you, Daddy’ made him moan. The reward he gave in return was hot open-mouthed kisses across your collarbone and chest.
“What other secrets have you been hiding, baby girl?” His lips latched onto one of your nipples. “Be a good girl and tell me. Please?” He shifted to one side so he could access the side of your neck better. With a hiss, you realized his thigh was between your legs. “Y/N?”
You answered him with a roll of your hips. Just from the kissing and calling him Daddy led you leaving messy streaks up and down. The roughness of his jeans on your clit and the inner sides of your thighs was breathtaking. It wasn’t exactly a secret. It had never really come up, either. Adam held still and watched while you worked harder. Going by his expression, you probably looked desperate.
“That’s it, baby girl, ride Daddy’s thigh till you cum.”
Adam flipped you so you were sitting on him instead of having to fight gravity. It also made it easier for him to drop his hands to your waist to guide you. For a while, you were able to steady yourself on his shoulders. You mirrored Adam’s grip shifts on your hips to give him a massage. Although he liked the idea, he batted your hands away and changed your seat again. This time you were facing away but he had a great view of your ass and he could give you the massage.
“Daddy is going to make this bad day go away.”
Before long, you were pliable in his hands. He reached around and began massaging your breasts. You moved your hips faster. Whimpering when he squeezed them. Stuttering when he pinched your nipples. His praise and continued help sent you over in a sweet orgasm. Not rough, but very satisfying. You fell back into his chest with a hum. He flicked at your clit, making you jolt.
“What else does my baby girl need?” He kissed up the arm you stretched up. “What do you need, Y/N?”
“You.” You circled your hips over his bulge.
“And who am I?”
“Daddy.” You yelped as he slapped your ass to get you to move. You sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed while he stripped. He paused to check the ruined state of his pant leg, oblivious to how the curve of his cock made your mouth water. The sight of his naked form drew a long mewl from your lips.
Adam smirked. “Look at my good girl, sitting ready and patiently.” His hand shot out and grabbed your ankle. “Are you going to scream on my cock? You know it’s the best praise I could ever receive.” He pulled your leg apart and niched himself between your legs. “And you know how much I like my praise.” He wouldn’t let you writhe away from him as he thrust into you a bit at a time.
“Feels so good, Daddy. More. Please, Daddy.”
Towards the end, he got impatient and thrust the rest hard. You gripped his bicep for grounding, squeezing, nodding and pushing your hips to let him know you were adjusted. It always took a second, no matter how much love he made to you. It was never a disappointment. Nor was the way he built his rhythm up quickly. Your cries and gasps filled the air almost as loudly as the slap of his skin into yours.
“Daddy,” you drawled. So close. You were so close.
“What else do you need baby? Tell me.” His smug grin meant he knew that you could barely think. He slowed just enough so you could catch your breath.
Could you? It seemed to be the night for it. “Use your teeth. Please, Daddy?”
With a growl, he bit at the side of your breast. The sounds that he’d never heard before inspired him to bite the valley of your breasts, then your earlobe close enough to also whisper. “How’s that?” Adam purred as your nails raked down his back. “You like it when I need just that extra bit of taste?” He gasped himself as you nipped at this chest. “I have to say I agree.” He bit harshly at your shoulder. His mouth went slack over the mark as he fought off coming with you. He pulled out and eased you down with his fingers before falling to one side. You licked your lips looking at his cock laying against his chest.
“May I, Daddy?” You reached out and twirled your finger over the tip to convince him.
He grunted with a jolt of his hips. “Are you sure? I won’t last long. Never do.” When you nodded eagerly, he bit his lip. “Go ahead, sweetheart.” He smiled as you had him sit on the end of the bed so you could look up at him from your knees. “Isn’t that a lovely sight?” His head fell back as you laved your tongue around the tip and down the vein. He cried out as you gently used your teeth on the way back up. Your pleased humming and ministrations had him unintelligible. Any second now he was going to make the mistake of looing into your eyes and then… there it was. You sucked up each drop. Panting, he whistled as you rested your head on his knee.
“Damn, those eyes of yours would make me hard all over again if you stay down there.” He pulled you to your feet and tripped you so you fell on the bed. While he cleaned you up with his t-shirt, you mumbled about how his eyes turned you on too. “Really?” He didn’t seem to believe you. “They’re just blue, sweetheart.”
“No, they’re not. Trust me. I swear, one of these days after one of your promos you’re just going to blink and I’m cum.”
He nodded and tossed the shirt in the hamper. “I’ll have to keep that in mind.” He leaned over you for a kiss and guided you under the sheets. He rubbed your noses together. “Oh, baby girl, I have really liked today. Learned a bunch of new things about you.” He crawled into bed next to you and pulled the sheet up to your chin. “And I like the name, if you want to keep using it.”
Even after the night and how perfect it all was, you dipped your head. “Are you sure? It kind of came out of the blue and I had hoped to ease you into it a little better.”
Adam rolled onto his back and rested his arms behind his head. “There was nothing wrong with that crash course. Anything with you is going to be just perfect.” He chuckled. “You know what this means, right?” He looked over at you with the proudest smile and wiggled his eyebrows.
“I swear by the ring, if you ever call me Bay Bay: I will change the locks.”
Prompt: “I was wondering if you could write something kinda loosely based off a Matchbox 20 song called Push. If you need lyrics or anything, or a different guy to work with, I can come off anon. But can you write it for a reader with not so good self-confidence who is maybe dating a guy (hmm, let’s say Ziggler) who is taking her for granted? Enter Jack Swagger (if you write for him), who has a silent thing for her and finally, can’t take hiding it and he decides to show her? I need this like air please?”
Pairing: Jack Swagger x Reader, beginning Dolph x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: mentions of alcohol, break-up, continuous checking in, SMUT, oral (female receiving)
Word Count: 2340
Note: Forgive any inaccuracies in his characterization; I had a crash-course in Jack Swagger to write this. Again, I am sorry to any Dolph fans; he is again the perfect asshole. My requests are still open, and the WWE Answered Request Week is in process. All my tag lists are open. Enjoy!
Jack Swagger POV
She was curled up on a crate again. Arms wrapped around her legs and head on her knees. I sat next to her with a sigh. “What’d he do this time?”
“Nothing,” she said with a sniffle. Y/N must have been there a while because her face was already dry and the puffiness was receding. “I guess that’s the problem. It’s so much… nothing.” She leaned into me as I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I don’t mind him going out with his friends all the time, but is one dinner a week too much to ask? Is it?” She looked up at me. I shook my head. “He’s a good man,” she whispered, like she was trying to convince herself. “Driven. Willing to do anything for his goals.”
But not willing to fight for you.
I was about to say it out loud when the man himself sauntered up.
“You tryin’ to cop a feel of my girl, Swagger?” he joked. None of us laughed.
“No.” I stood. “It was just a chat. Though if you keep leaving your girl out in the cold, someone is bound to whisk her away. Like Rollins or Cesaro,” I added hastily. “Did you want to grab dinner, Y/N?”
Dolph stepped forward and took her hand. “Back off. Where would you like to go, Y/N?”
I sent her a wink as they started to make plans. It twisted like a knife that a wonderful woman like Y/N needed a third-party intervention to get time with her boyfriend. Her clueless boyfriend. That wasn’t right. She laughed at something he said. She wasn’t mine. Y/N was never going to be mine.
***
Reader POV
You were in the ring together. Dolph was staring down Tyler Breeze and you were doing the same to Summer Rae. As the match started, you realized too late that you were hardly going to get any ring time. Even though Breeze kept tagging in Summer, Dolph would turn around and tag you out. You evaded him once, having about five minutes with Summer before getting thrown into your corner. Dolph won the match. You almost didn’t rush to help him when Summer retaliated.
Backstage, you confronted him. “Why would you do that?”
Prompt: “I was wondering if you could write something kinda loosely based off a Matchbox 20 song called Push. If you need lyrics or anything, or a different guy to work with, I can come off anon. But can you write it for a reader with not so good self-confidence who is maybe dating a guy (hmm, let’s say Ziggler) who is taking her for granted? Enter Jack Swagger (if you write for him), who has a silent thing for her and finally, can’t take hiding it and he decides to show her? I need this like air please?”
Pairing: Jack Swagger x Reader, beginning Dolph x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: mentions of alcohol, break-up, continuous checking in, SMUT, oral (female receiving)
Word Count: 2340
Note: Forgive any inaccuracies in his characterization; I had a crash-course in Jack Swagger to write this. Again, I am sorry to any Dolph fans; he is again the perfect asshole. My requests are still open, and the WWE Answered Request Week is in process. All my tag lists are open. Enjoy!
Jack Swagger POV
She was curled up on a crate again. Arms wrapped around her legs and head on her knees. I sat next to her with a sigh. “What’d he do this time?”
“Nothing,” she said with a sniffle. Y/N must have been there a while because her face was already dry and the puffiness was receding. “I guess that’s the problem. It’s so much… nothing.” She leaned into me as I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I don’t mind him going out with his friends all the time, but is one dinner a week too much to ask? Is it?” She looked up at me. I shook my head. “He’s a good man,” she whispered, like she was trying to convince herself. “Driven. Willing to do anything for his goals.”
But not willing to fight for you.
I was about to say it out loud when the man himself sauntered up.
“You tryin’ to cop a feel of my girl, Swagger?” he joked. None of us laughed.
“No.” I stood. “It was just a chat. Though if you keep leaving your girl out in the cold, someone is bound to whisk her away. Like Rollins or Cesaro,” I added hastily. “Did you want to grab dinner, Y/N?”
Dolph stepped forward and took her hand. “Back off. Where would you like to go, Y/N?”
I sent her a wink as they started to make plans. It twisted like a knife that a wonderful woman like Y/N needed a third-party intervention to get time with her boyfriend. Her clueless boyfriend. That wasn’t right. She laughed at something he said. She wasn’t mine. Y/N was never going to be mine.
***
Reader POV
You were in the ring together. Dolph was staring down Tyler Breeze and you were doing the same to Summer Rae. As the match started, you realized too late that you were hardly going to get any ring time. Even though Breeze kept tagging in Summer, Dolph would turn around and tag you out. You evaded him once, having about five minutes with Summer before getting thrown into your corner. Dolph won the match. You almost didn’t rush to help him when Summer retaliated.
Backstage, you confronted him. “Why would you do that?”
“Do what?” He checked his phone and texted someone back.
“It’s the first time I’ve gotten to tag with you and you wouldn’t let me into the ring. I could have held up my half of the match. You said we had equal skills.”
He hummed and pulled you into his chest. “I’m sorry. I thought I was saving showing off your skills for a special occasion.”
“What’s a better occasion than getting to fight with you?”
“I didn’t realize this meant so much to you. It felt normal to me, you having my back. From the floor or in the ring.” He kissed the top of your head. “I’ll see if I can’t talk them into a rematch. One we’ll win together that will give you all the time to show off.” He was slowly swaying with you when some of his drinking buddies showed up. “I’ll be there in a minute,” he told them.
Your heart skipped a beat. “Where are you going? I thought you were taking me to dinner?”
“We ate in catering.”
“That doesn’t count.”
“Sorry, baby. I already told them I was going out.”
“Tell them you have to cancel. Please.”
One of the guys waved. “It’s okay, Dolph. We can catch you another day.”
“No. Hang on.” He turned and gripped your shoulders. “Why are you acting like this? You’ve had me all afternoon. We had a great match. We won-“
“You won,” you spat, pushing him away. He growled a warning. “I’ll push you around if I like. That’s what you’ve been doing to me since we started seeing each other. Pushing me aside. Pushing me away. Pushing my career down below yours so you could get the glory.” You batted his hands away as he reached for you. “No. I’ve tried to give you what you need. But have you thought, even for one second, about me?”
“Come on, Y/N. Be reasonable.”
“I’m not going to do anything you say. At all.” You grit your teeth as your cheeks heated up. Before walking away you added, “and don’t bother with that rematch. We’re done.”
Dolph sputtered and cursed. “Fine,” he shouted at you. “You were a drag anyway. I’m going to get everything I’ve ever wanted without you pulling me down.”
You disappeared around a corner before he could see your tears.
***
Swagger POV
I was already at the hotel when I got the call.
“Jack.” Her voice shattered, breaking me.
“Where are you?”
“In the hotel.”
Y/N told me the room number and I rushed up, not even bothering to put on shoes. She was waiting at the door for me. I was going to kill Dolph for making her look like this. The door clicked shut behind me as I stepped in and hugged her close. Her arms tightened around my waist as her body shuddered.
“What have I done?” She let me guide her to the bed. Her phone lit up with a message. She unlocked it so I could read them. “His spelling is getting worse. He’s getting so drunk.”
The messages were getting worse, though they were terrible to begin with. My brow creased. All those hateful things he had sent her. All the names. Just because she broke up with him. She broke up with him? My mind raced. No. She needed comfort. Not my emotional baggage about her.
“He’s with friends. They’ll make sure he gets home safe.” I tossed the phone into her suitcase so she couldn’t hear it buzz or see the notification light. “Was he going to room with you?” If he was, we needed to leave. She shook her head. “Okay. You’re going to be okay.”
My world stopped when she leaned up to kiss me.
***
Reader POV
Fear twisted in your stomach. He looked so shocked. Had you overstepped? Misread something? He’d come so quick; he wouldn’t do that without some measure of something. Right?
“Y/N-“
“I’m sorry.” You scooted away from him. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean… you’ve always rescued… such a bother… I’m sorry.” At the far end of the bed, you hugged yourself and tried to become as small as you felt. His hand tilting up your face made your body tense. So you shut your eyes.
Jack puffed with amusement. “I liked that.” When your eyes snapped open, he had a small smile. “You’ve never been a bother. I’ve never wanted to step up because there were times you were genuinely happy with him. If you were happy, I couldn’t get in the way of that. And when you weren’t…” he ducked his head, “I kept my distance.”
You took a deep breath and guided his hand to cup your face. “You don’t have to keep your distance anymore.”
“You’re hurt. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“Then just hold me.” He opened his arms so you could curl into his chest. “Hold me until I forget about him.” You held on as he moved further back on the bed so you could sit in his lap. The even rise and fall of his chest synched with your slowing heartbeat. With a contended hum your eyes closed as he rubbed your back.
***
I finally had her in my arms. With the possibility of her becoming mine. Mine to love and to cherish. To defend. To hold, just like this. I took a deep breath, relishing the moment.
It was impossible to stifle the moan when her hand curled around a portion of my shirt. She giggled against my chest. “You okay?”
“Mhmm.”
“You sure?”
I will never know if it was a mistake or the best decision of my life to take a peek of her face. Her eyes were focused on mine. She was pressed into me as close as she could with our clothes still on. Then her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip. I swallowed and nodded. Y/N leaned into my touch as I ran my thumb over her cheek. My jaw clenched as she ran her finger up my chest. “Are you sure?”
“Very.”
“Protection, me or you?”
“Pill.”
I leaned my forehead against hers. “Last chance. Are you absolutely-“ She swallowed my question with her lips. Her sweet lips. Smugly I thought about Dolph at whatever bar. With friends but alone. Missing out on the best part of his life that had just slipped through his fingers. I kissed her back, doing my best to show her how much she was going to be loved from now on. She whimpered into my lips as my hands began to roam her body. Everything fit perfectly into my grasp.
“Jack-“ she moaned.
“I’ve got you, Y/N. I’ve got you.”
With a nudge, I laid her back onto the bed. Under her clothes she was even more stunning than I could imagine. Her hand reaching to find me brought me out of my shock. I kissed as much of it as I could. From the part of her neck that made her gasp, to the tips of her breasts that made her restless, down her stomach, to the juncture of her thighs and everything in between.
“Beautiful,” I murmured into her skin. “Perfectly wonderful.”
Her thighs tensed on either side of my head as I nosed across them. She smelled wonderful. Like it was going to be the best meal of my day. I hummed in delight after one taste test. Definitely the best meal of my day. Her hands curled in my hair, guiding me forward where she needed. When her whines were high and needy, I curled my fingers into her channel. Curling them, I watched her writhe. I found the spot that made her cry out, toying with it until she didn’t have anything left to scream. Her eyes could barely stay open, and I was nowhere near done. Keeping my fingers still, I once again explored her body with my lips. Each time her walls clamped down on me, I learned a new place to revisit.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, darlin’.”
She quivered with a softer release as I visited each place while pumping my fingers. When I crawled up her body, her cheeks were wet. “No, no. Talk to me. What am I doing wrong?”
“Nothing.” She cupped my face with a smile. “Absolutely nothing. You’re taking so much time.”
“Of course. I’m not going to rush a second of this.” She moaned into my kiss. “Don’t rush this, baby. We’ve got all night. Every night. For as long as you’ll have me.”
***
All night. He was going to love you all night. Every night. It was such a strong promise you almost doubted it could be true. But then he was there. Dropping his clothes. Locking himself between your legs and easing into you with such a slow stretch that you were pleading by the time he was fully sheathed. You couldn’t hear what he was mumbling to himself under his breath, but he sounded distressed in the best of ways.
“Jack, move. Please. Move.”
He pulled out and hesitated. You gave a short cry as he thrust hard and deep. Slow and steady. You floundered to hold onto the sheets onto him onto anything. When you caught hold of his hip he rolled you up so your grip was better. And so his head could rest on your shoulder.
The angle shift reached even further depths. Then his mouth was at your pulse point, sucking gently. Yet focused enough to take your breath away. Your mind couldn’t process how that was possible. It had too much to focus on with the way your body shook with his movements, how your nails raking down his back made him growl, and how your toes were about to cramp.
“I’m right there, Jack. Don’t stop. Please.”
“Cum, Y/N.”
You gave a hoarse shout as he quickened his pace just enough to send you over. His mangled grunt was followed by him nearly falling on top of you. You shuddered as he pulled out. He fell to the side of you and reached for your hand, rubbing his thumb back and forth across your knuckles.
“Are you okay?”
All you could do was hum affirmatively.
After a few minutes you felt him leave the bed, and then the warm towel he used to clean you up. The slow, soft kiss he gave you was the last thing you felt before falling asleep.
***
She saw him before I did. But once I had Dolph in my sights, I stepped in front of her and readied my fist.
“Well, that didn’t take long. Were you cheating on me, you b-“
I didn’t let him finish. He scrambled up from the floor ready to fight but thought better of it. “If you want to do this, we can ask for a match. Is that what you want?” I cocked my head with a smirk.
Dolph tried to look at Y/N, but she was hidden behind me. “No. Have fun with her. If you can.”
Y/N had to step in front of me before I could go after him again. “I will. And I’m going to treat her right. The way you never could.” She stayed there until he was gone, trailing her fingers up and down my chest. I barely heard her.
“Do you really mean that?”
I took her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist. “Yes. You will never be hurt like that again.” She stunned me with a quick peck on my cheek, but I didn’t let her go. “Hey, hey.” I pulled her close again for something longer. “Don’t rush it, baby. Don’t rush it.”
The future match for the Raw Women’s Title is complicated by an attack backstage. Going into Hell in a Cell, the reader’s duties take a sudden jump.
Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence
Word Count: 2800
Note: The storylines actually happening on Raw with Kurt Angle are getting eerily close to what I have planned. I hope you guys get to read it before they move ahead with theirs. If there’s a silver lining to this, it means I’m thinking like creative enough that we’re stepping on each other’s toes. Please let me know any thoughts, suggestions, questions you might have about the series. The tag list is still open for this series. Enjoy!
Monday Night Raw – September 3, 2018 – Columbus, OH
“Burn it down!”
Seth made his way to the ring. Chad Gable came out soon after, and they started their match for the chance at the Intercontinental Title. A showdown of strength became a show-off of who had the best series of suplexes. While Chad’s were harder to get up from, Seth’s had the crowd’s vote. They eventually ended up in opposite corners to catch their breath.
The match was interrupted by strumming. “Ladies and gentlemen: Elias.”
He was given the spotlight on the stage but didn’t seem too put off. “I believe I missed my introduction.” He smirked and played a chord. “Now while the two amateurs do their thing, the rest of you can listen to what you actually came here to see. Me. After all, WWE stands for?” He nodded his head at their response. “You all came to see me. Hear my music. My gift to share with this… well, this moonscape of a town that’s not really worth my time.”
In the ring, Seth and Chad shrugged at each other. They stumbled as he started to play, but continued their fight anyway. They had an unspoken agreement not to attack if the other needed to react to what Elias was saying. He mocked Seth’s obsession with CrossFit and his former injury. With Chad, he repeatedly compared him to a high school wrestler and asked him where his partners were. The last point got to him the most. He was about to step out of the ring when Seth pulled him back in.
“Let’s finish the match. If you beat me he’s almost yours anyway. Keep your head in the right-“
Chad cut him off with a series of emotional punches. Seth didn’t take kindly to that. He retaliated harshly with what he had been holding back as part of not letting Elias’s song get to him. Seth growled as Elias changed the tune to something akin to a video game boss battle.
He wanted his title back. And if he had his way, that guitar-playing hipster annoyance was never going to get his grubby musical fingers on it again.
Chad ate a curb stomp and a pin.
Elias swung his guitar over his shoulder and walked down to the ring. He gave Seth a wide berth as the techies set up his usual seating arrangement.
***
You were running over your itinerary when Kurt Angle walked up. “Y/N, can I ask a favor?”
This wasn’t going to be big, so you kept making notes. “You can ask, and I’ll do my best to fulfill. What can I do for you?”
“I need to go away on business next week and I need someone to run the show. You, preferably.”
Ah, what now? Your hands fluttered around your face from covering it to supporting it like Sherlock Holmes. “Me? What about Steph-“
Kurt nodded, “Also part of the business trip.”
“What about Dean? He’s hosted… oh yeah. He’s got a match tonight, with a possibility of already being in one next week.” No other names readily came to mind. You sighed, “I don’t know…”
“It’s just one week. Most of the matches have already been set. You’d only have to come up with one or two matches, and knowing this crew they might solve that problem for you.” He shook his head as you worried your nails into your palm. “I’m asking you because everyone here respects you. They know you won’t be walked over, and they listen to you.” You still didn’t give him an answer. “Think about it and let me know before the end of the night. Okay?”
“Yes, sir.” The nervous butterflies in your stomach turned to bricks as you left his office.
***
“In a drab little town they call Columbus,” Elias sang, “I find hard to find much. And many an hour o’ sweet happiness, I spent in any other town. ‘Till bad misfortune came over me, which caused me to stay around. Far away from real civilization-“
Dean’s music interrupted.
“No, no. no!” Elias stood and glared at Dean, who shrugged from the stage. He continued smirking and rubbing his hands together all the way to the ring, ignoring Elias’s personal space. “You better hope you don’t make it through this tournament or I will make you regret it.” The lunatic stepped aside and motioned that Elias could keep playing. He sat on a bottom turnbuckle like had won a front row seat. “I don’t trust you,” he said. Dean shrugged and rested his elbows on his knees.
Maybe one or two notes had hit the air before Sunil Singh came out and introduced Jinder Mahal. Elias stomped out of the ring and waited impatiently for his stool to be brought to the outside.
Jinder’s height advantage only lasted as long as he didn’t let Dean get to his feet. Even then, the Shield member risked more damage by taking time to ask Elias to play. The reply he got was angry playing and nothing to say. When Dean turned around, he just missed a boot to the face and began his own attack. Sunil, when he wasn’t focused on listening to the guitar, did his best to undermine his movements and was successful enough for Jinder to gain the upper hand. Then Sunil wasn’t where he needed to be and bounced off his employer.
With a kick and a drop, Jinder was pinned after a Dirty Deeds. Nobody in the ring proximity was happy about that outcome, so he left quickly.
***
Outside of the Nia Jax’s locker room, Renee was waiting. She knocked again and stepped back when she finally heard footsteps. She smiled back to the champion once they were standing together. “Nia, you have had the Women’s Title for a while now. Your next title defense has just been officially announced. Do you have any reservations about facing another tried and tested veteran, Natalya, at Hell in a Cell?”
Nia shook her head. “Not at all. Natalya and I have had matches before. Some were ruled in her favor, many in mine. But it’s been a while and I’m looking forward to it.”
“Do you think she is going to be dishing out some revenge on Rhonda Rousey’s behalf?”
“Ha. No. Rhonda is her own woman. If she’s got problems with me, she knows where to find me. As for Natalya, she is also her own woman with her own goals and aspirations in this company. There’s not going to be anything out of place-“
Renee flattened herself against the wall as Nia was attacked from behind. Ruby Riott laughed and kicked at her stomach and ribs. Liv Morgan and Sarah Logan were nowhere to be seen, but Renee didn’t stay to find out. Ruby was about to pull Nia to her feet when arms wrapped around her stomach and pulled her away. Natalya slammed her into some crates and checked on Nia. She stood, ready for another attack, and shouted at Ruby.
“What are you doing?”
Ruby checked her lip for blood with a smirk. “Ensuring my place at Hell in a Cell. You don’t mind do you?”
“I earned my spot. You don’t get to cut the line.” She stomped forward, forcing Ruby back.
“Cut the line? I was just taking notes from your friend Rhonda.” Twin cackling voices came up behind her. Liv and Sarah flanked Ruby in case Natalya lunged, or Nia recovered from offscreen. “Now if you’ve really got an issue with my methods, why not teach me a lesson? I just took care of Nia, and if I can beat you in a match I get to join you two at Hell in a Cell. How about that?”
Natalya scoffed. “You really think I’d walk into that trap? With your two back-ups, I’m not going to be put into the position to be outnumbered.”
Ruby looked at her teammates and shooed them away. “That’s an easy fix. I’ll make sure Sarah and Liv stay backstage. Just you and me.” She held out her hand for a handshake. Natalya stared at it like it was an unreliable contract. She took it anyway, gripping it tightly until Ruby fought to get away.
***
While the agreement was being made in the back, Alicia Fox had made her entrance into the ring for her match with Sasha Banks. The Boss made her entrance without much pomp or circumstance. She motioned for the bell almost as soon as she got in the ring, a motion that Alicia repeated. The referee complied.
It was another golden match between the two. Each woman was putting all she had out on the canvas and dragging her opponent through it. Alicia was able to escape a Bank Statement with a fingertips grip on the ropes. Sasha had just enough energy to arch out of a Northern Lights Suplex. Miraculously, neither had attempted to use the other’s hair to their advantage.
The stage lit up with bright neon colors.
Sasha froze. She turned slowly and faced the stage just in time to see Bayley come out. With a growl, she turned back towards Alicia, who backed away in a snap with her hands held up in surrender. Bayley smiled as Sasha came to the ropes. “What are you doing here, Bayley? Nobody asked for you.”
“Actually, they did.” Bayley ignored Sasha’s further comments and joined Corey, Cole, and Coachman at the desk. She put on her headphones so she could participate. It also doubled as a noise dampener to whatever Sasha was yelling. “Hey, guys. Sorry I’m late. Didn’t want to back into too many people backstage.”
“We’re glad to have you, Bayley,” Cole said. Corey started to comment, but he flinched as Alicia grabbed Sasha by her shoulders and dropped her to the canvas.
It was all distraction from then on. Sasha would do enough to keep Alicia down for a while, then would only take the pin to two. Every time she looked over at commentary, Bayley would look down at absent notes. Even Alicia screaming as her forehead was run across the ropes couldn’t catch Bayley’s attention.
“If you were just going to ignore me, why did you come out?” Sasha glared at her. She barely removed her shin from the back of Alicia’s neck on the ropes in time for the count. The ref tried to give her a warning, but she waved him away. “I am doing everything you have ever been scared to do. Extreme Rules was a fluke. You only won the match because I pushed you to your limits. Then like a coward you put that huggable façade back on. When are you going to learn? You are not soft and friendly. You are hard and vicious. Like m-“
Alicia had taken plenty of time to catch her breath. She tried the suplexes again, now that Sasha was out of breath herself. They were successful. She bounced out of the ring and up the ramp with the win.
Bayley took off her headset and walked to the side of the ring that Sasha had rolled to. “That is why I came out.”
***
Kurt was just about to leave his office after officiating Natalya and Ruby’s match when you arrived. “Mr. Angle,” you said, passing him a sheet of paper, “you said next week was pretty much set up. For the problems I can foresee arising, I came up with a few ideas. Look over them and text me any suggestions or alterations. I’ve got one last interview, so I can’t stay.” You quickly shook his hand and rushed out shouting over your shoulder. “Thanks for the opportunity!
He looked over the sheet and nodded his head in pleasant surprise. “She’s going to be great.”
***
Thankfully Elias was where he was supposed to be. You took a deep breath and took your mic and list of questions. “Congratulations on your concert tonight, Elias. It went better than many of your previous attempts.”
He scrunched his nose in disagreement. “That was not the concert I was promised. I guess I will have to wait until Hell in a Cell to give a proper one.”
“Speaking of, what are your initial thoughts about your possible opponent. Tonight, it was decided that it will either be Dean Ambrose or Seth Rollins. Do you have a preference?”
“No.” He chuckled, “but you probably do.” You ignored that remark with a huff and waited for him to say anything more. “It doesn’t matter which member of the Shield shows up to the cell. Neither of them will be walking out with my title.” His scarf was suddenly interesting. Fiddling with it, he asked you a question. “What did you think about my music tonight?”
You gulped. “Um.” Elias frowned. “No, no. They were good. Great. I just have a preference to when you just… play.”
“You like it better when I don’t sing.”
“Not like that. It’s just… every week you insult the town we’re in and your opponents or people who have wronged you. And I agree, most of them deserve it. But when you strum out a tune? It’s new every time. I was never dexterous enough to learn an instrument. Words are more my thing. When you leave the words out of it, I hear so much more. More than what I can expand my own horizons too. It really is a gift.” You couldn’t tell if he was deep in thought or aloof. “Please don’t hate me too much.”
Elias’s cheeks tensed as he held back a smile. With one more quick glance at you, he started playing a more cheerful reprise of one of the earlier songs. You smiled as he walked away.
***
Ruby made a big show of sending Liv and Sarah away from the ring. They had accompanied her right up to the apron, joining her in slapping the canvas. Natalya was unfazed by their display. She continued to be unfazed through the start of the match.
The crowd was behind Natalya one hundred percent. It made her faster. Unpredictable in the best of ways. And stronger. She held Ruby in a choke hold for a long time, hoping to weaken her quickly and end the match sooner. The sooner the match was over, the sooner she could prepare for her match with Nia. But letting her mind drift to Hell in a Cell early had it’s consequence. Ruby made her move.
Everything Natalya had built up was undone. Ruby had stored away her energy and now used it against Natalya’s growing exhaustion. She twisted her arm around as far as it could go, then kicked high into her face. The number one contender was officially ruled a co-contender as Ruby won the pin.
“I’ll see you at Hell in a Cell,” Ruby called up to her from the floor.
***
The main event could only be described as bedlam. Nobody was aligned with the other or had any qualms about completely demolishing anyone. Braun and Lashley went after each other. Kevin rolled out of the ring and Roman stood in one corner. Waiting. He was brought into the center of the action when Lashley crashed into him. Braun soon had them both by the throat and sent them bouncing on the canvas.
Kevin tried to attack Braun after that and was partially successful. He tossed him into a corner and rolled into his chest with a cannonball. Braun fell to one side and Kevin tried for a pin, but he was too close to the ropes. Grabbing onto the bottom one, Braun pulled himself to the outside with Kevin still sitting on his chest desperately holding onto his leg.
Roman and Lashley made it to their feet. They tossed Kevin out of the ring and fought one another. This circling continued until it was just Roman and Braun in the ring. Roman jumped for a superman punch but was caught around his waist. Braun dropped him in a powerslam that kept him from moving for the count of three… or for several seconds more.
He threw Roman over the ropes to the floor where the others were also laid out. When he turned around, Finn Balor was standing right behind him. The Universal was bright and proud around his waist. With a roar, he charged. But Finn was too quick, and Braun had just been through an intense match. Braun was taken to his knees and then to his back where Finn could jump on him in a Coup de Grace.
The human side of the demon laughed on his way out of the ring. He stepped over Roman, Kevin, and Lashley each in turn. He turned at the top of the ramp, a bright smug smile on his face.
Brooklyn has never been a safe place to begin with. Sometimes getting rescued can take you deeper into danger. When the reader finds herself suddenly swept into the secrets of vampires and a pair of crystal blue eyes, she begins to find answers to questions she never thought she would ask.
Pairing: Modern Vampire!Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N); original villain, appearance by Wanda Maximoff
Warnings/Promises: opening trigger warning for assault (it is unsuccessful), moments of terror, vampires doing vampire things, vampire-related deaths, mentions/descriptions of blood (it is a vamp fic after all), SMUT, oral (female receiving), smut is noted so you can skip it if you’d like
Word Count: 6000 (sorry, not sorry, so much plot!)
Note: Written for @after-avenging-hours August AU Challenge. This is as close to writing horror as I have ever gotten. So be thus warned. On a funnier note, I forgot who I was writing for and had to completely rewrite my outline. (That Vamp!Loki fic might come out at a later date.) It still came out good and I hope you enjoy it. Feedback is super appreciated!
The moment you felt his eyes on you in the diner, your body shivered and filled your bloodstream with adrenaline. Your fingers and toes twitched with the urgency to run. Then you thought it over. You were in a public place. There were several people around, and you could leave when another table did. The idea worked until the party you followed went in the opposite direction from your apartment. Swallowing the dryness in your mouth, you turned towards home a few blocks away.
Your footsteps had an echo.
You looked over your shoulder. There was no one there. By the time you’d walked one block, your heartbeat was louder than your steps and fast enough to sound like running. So you did. You ran.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Three pavement chunks crossed.
Thump. Pat. Thump. Pat. Thump. Pat.
It was harder for your echo to keep up, but he did. A hand snagged your hair and tugged you back into a hard chest. Another hand clamped over your mouth as he dragged you into an alley. The streetlights flashed over the blade that cut through the strap of your purse. Bright teeth smiled, and the knife toyed with the buttons on your shirt. It cut through the top one. With your eyes, you pleaded for mercy.
Over his shoulder, two red lights blinked.
The knife and the smile were gone. You stayed where you were, frozen, as you listened to the scuffle. Somebody thudded into the wall with a groan. Small metal broke on the brick. A larger metal rang as it was picked off the pavement, then jingled as it fell. There was a harsh cry. Then a drowned gurgling.
You squeaked as cold hands tapped at your shoulders. Looking up, the two red lights drained into two blue eyes.
“Are you alright?”
The adrenaline in your system gave up, and darkness rushed up to meet you.
***
Your phone alarm was a rude awakening. It buzzed and fell to the floor, forcing you to crawl out of bed to find it. Officially awake, you took a second to breathe. What a terrible dream. The missing top button said it wasn’t a dream. You shot up. Did your attacker get murdered? Why weren’t you at a hospital? What if your memory was wrong? Were you even attacked? Stretching, you confirmed you had been. The tops of your shoulder blades were sore and you could feel what used to be ragged skin from getting shoved into rough bricks. Who had patched you up?
This was way too much thinking. Especially before coffee.
Groggily you walked to your kitchen, bumping into things that seemed to have shifted overnight. At least your coffee machine was still automatic. The cup seemed unfamiliar, and you weren’t sure why you left it on the counter, but it held coffee just fine. You opened up the fridge for creamer.
There was blood everywhere. Rows and rows of it. Hanging in bags from the racks and from an extra bar on the top. Various types, A+ through O-. And there was a container of creamer, which you hastily grabbed before shutting the door.
You were still dreaming. You had to be. The gurgling. That’s what it was. Way too many movies and then the stress from last night, yep. Your addled brain was making you see things. And the way to prove it was to look again. You took a deep breath and looked again.
Blood packets.
The door shut and opened several times as you tried to bring yourself back to reality.
Coffee. You needed your coffee.
“Don’t drink that.”
With a shriek, you dropped the cup. It never made it to the ground.
A large blond man was before you in a blink, holding your unspilled cup. “It has iron powder in it. Not that it would hurt you, but it probably wouldn’t taste good. At least to you.” The man stepped back and added some sugar to the cup before taking a sip. He reached into another cabinet and pulled out a travel-sized creamer. “Here. Use this, and you can take it home when you leave.”
Home?
Loose ends snapped into place. The things that had shifted overnight were not yours. The cups were in the wrong place. And now that you were paying attention, the walls were a different color and there wasn’t an atom of light coming through the curtains. The fridge. One more thread clicked, and you hastily ran your hands around your neck.
The man chuckled. “I didn’t bite you, don’t worry. I would have taken you home, but I didn’t have your permission to look through your things. Or to enter your place. You passed out before I could ask.”
“Where am I?” Before he could answer, the rest of your questions spilled out. “Who are you? What happened to that guy? When did you patch me up? Are you going to drink me? Am I dreaming?” You let him guide you to a chair and focused on breathing. The man started pouring another cup.
“My name is Steve. You are in my apartment, about twelve hours from when we met. We are across the street from the alley. The man who attacked you has ben taken care of. He’s alive and in jail. I patched you up while watching the police cars through the window. When you didn’t wake up for a while, I almost called the hospital.” He placed the tiny creamer and the bowl of sugar on the table in front of you.
“I don’t blame you for not taking me,” you said, playing with the sugar spoon. “They shouldn’t have had a reason to peek, but your fridge looks incriminating.”
“Thank you. I am not going to bite you. And,” he handed you the cup, “you are not dreaming.” The warmth from your cup and the way it burned our tongue verified his last statement.
Your breathing had eased down to normal. Your heartbeat was approaching sleep-steady. Steve sat across from you and waited patiently. You watched him too. How his eyes didn’t waver under your gaze. Your fear faded away into curiosity. “Am I allowed to ask questions about… being a vampire?”
He nodded. “Of course. Am I allowed to ask your name?”
“Yeah,” you blushed. “Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you, Y/N. Ask away.”
It was the best conversation you think you’d ever had. The books had some correct things but were completely wrong in others. Like Steve couldn’t go out in the daytime. So he had black-out curtains and as a further preventive measure, he painted the glass too. He showed you, pulling back the fabric to reveal pictures rendered in an opaque stained-glass style. If there had been light coming through, you would have believed they came from a church. On the other hand, he was not averse to garlic and used it a lot in his cooking. Neither silver or crosses had any effect on him.
Steve asked you questions too. You told him about your job at the call center for the police station. You had been leaving to enjoy a few days off. He was glad he could help and that he wasn’t costing you your living. You told him about Wanda, your best friend who worked at the station next to yours and about your boss. “She’s not supposed to make us work overtime because of the phycological strain of taking emergency calls. But she’ll squeeze in an extra hour or two and guilt us out of overtime pay. One of these days the regional manager is going to show up and probably fire her. Unless she grovels her way out of it.” When you told him about your kickboxing lessons, he wasn’t as surprised as you were that you froze.
“If you need someone to practice with and gain the muscle memory that you need, let me know.”
It was dark again by the time the conversation puttered out. You were tired, and Steve had noticed. He offered to walk you home. At the main door to his apartment complex, you had to laugh. Across the street and one building over was your apartment complex. You invited him up.
“If you promise not to bite me.”
Steve smirked. “I won’t. Unless you ask me nicely.”
***
“Wanda, you should see this guy.” You flipped through your phone for pictures. It had been a couple of weeks but still, Steve kept checking up with you. “He walks me home from night shifts, so I feel safe.”
She hummed appreciatively at a picture you took of the two of you on the fire escape. “And you kept him a secret for this long because…?”
Oh, so many reasons. “I didn’t want you to freak out. And I wasn’t expecting him to stick around this long.” You hissed as she elbowed your ribs.
“McCready alert,” she whispered. You both lowered your heads and focused on your lunch. Still, your boss came over.
She tsked. “Hurry it up, ladies. Chatting is for once you’ve left the building. And Y/N, put your phone away. I know it’s lunch, but it’s still the tax payer’s time.” She waited for your ‘yes ma’am’ then turned on her heel and left to fret over another group of workers.
You and Wanda leaned back in your chairs. “I can’t wait until management gets wind of this,” Wanda moaned.
“Wait. You did it? You actually did it?”
She gave you a mischievous smirk. “Had to sneak my phone for a video of her pressuring Maria last week, but yes. The email has been sent. There are multiple copies of evidence. We should be rescued any day now.” You gave her a tight hug before going back to work.
The day turned sour after that.
“Yes, Ma’am, help is on the way.” You switched over to a cop ready for dispatch and told him the address. “Another body. Same as the others. Bloodless and with a punctured neck.” That was the third call of it’s kind that day. By the time you were about clock out, there had been three more. But the last person who was called in had survived. And they were still lucid as they were being strapped to the gurney. Which of course was caught on camera by every news station in the city.
The man’s eyes were glassed over with newly formed cataracts. “But I saw him. Big. Broad shouldered. His skin was cold as ice.” He reached out and grabbed at a first responder. “And his eyes. Red as a sunrise. He caught me in those and then I couldn’t see anything.” The doors closed and the sirens ended the video.
Steve was waiting for you in the lobby when you got off. “I know. I heard.” He waited until you were out in the street away from the last people going home before continuing. “It wasn’t me. These attacks happened during the day.” He took your hand and gave it a squeeze. “There’s another vampire in Brooklyn.”
He was forced to stay in as the attacks continued; you stayed with him every night. Six more each day and there were no other survivors. Even the guy in the hospital died. Some reports said from his wounds. One report you overheard in the break room from the case detective said that he was found with two more holes in his neck. Whoever was doing this had come back to finish the job.
By the fifth day, Steve was weak. He could barely walk from his bedroom to the kitchen. The once eerily stocked fridge was depleted to only a few bags. Rationing them wasn’t working. And worse: because the blood wasn’t flowing, not alive, if the attacks went on much longer he was going to have to go out and hunt. And possibly get caught in the frenzy.
He chuckled as you dabbed his clammy skin with a damp towel. “I can’t starve to death, one of the perks of being immortal. But this isn’t even as bad as when I was holed up during the Jack the Ripper Scare.” You sat back on your haunches and squinted at him. “Fine. I wasn’t around back then.” He looked less in pain while he was talking, so you tried to keep it going.
“When did you turn… get turned?”
“World War Two. I was a skinny kid and couldn’t get into the army. A doc caught me lying on my papers and told me about an experiment he was running. I showed up and he injected me with something blue. Didn’t find out until later that it was vampire blood.”
“Blue?”
“Yeah. Confused me too. Vampires can’t make their own iron, so our blood doesn’t oxidize when it makes contact with air. When we… feed… the iron we ingest flows through our bloodstream like anybody else. That’s what’s so confusing about these attacks. Feeding on people should only give them anemic qualities for a few days. But they have been completely drained.” He gasped and sank further into the pillows. “We only tested with so much. Maybe if they had made me drink more I would know enough to help.” He hissed and grit his teeth and you reached forward to use the towel again. He grabbed your wrist. You couldn’t help but notice the purple back-hue to his eyes as his thumb traced over your veins on your wrist.
You leaned closer. “What? You gettin’ hungry?”
“Don’t tempt me, doll.”
You bit your lip. “What if I want to tempt you?” He let go of your wrist and guided it to your lap. “Really. I hate seeing you like this. Please.” You kissed his forehead. “Let me help.” He shuddered a breath as you nosed across his cheekbones. “Steve, please.”
Next thing you knew, you were on your back. Steve’s eyes were dark and focused. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t take much, but I don’t want to hurt you.” He groaned as you turned your head, giving him access to your neck.
“You won’t hurt me. I trust you.”
He nodded and took a deep breath, gazing at your exposed neck. His eyes glazed over with the same red hue you saw all those nights ago. Your breath caught in your throat as his lips made contact with your skin. He chuckled as your heart rate increased. He nipped at you, just enough with his sharp teeth to allow the tiniest amount of blood to well to the surface.
“Last chance,” he said, his voice an octave lower.
“Yes.”
{Smut Starting}
You gasped. Because of the placement, it felt like any other hickey. It made your skin flush and goosebump. As he kept going, time slowed. His words muttered against your skin sounded like he was yards away in an echoing tunnel.
“You taste so good, Y/N. Makes me wonder what the rest of you tastes like.” He moaned as you gripped his biceps. “Would you like that? Hmm? Me taking all of you. Your blood, your essence, your pleasure.” He inhaled and kissed across your collarbone to the other side of your neck. “If you have an answer, best make it now.”
“Please, Steve,” your breath hitched as he ran his teeth over your shoulder. “Please.”
He pulled back. His cheeks had a rosy hue that contrasted with the dark lust in his eyes. “No tricks, no powers. Do you want this?”
“Yes.” You pulled him down for a kiss. The shirt you had bundled in your fists was tossed away, giving you access to so much skin to touch and admire. He rid you of your clothes too, shredding them. You got rid of your bra yourself.
Steve wasn’t focused on your chest once he had your shorts off. Your thighs were parted wide as they could go. He nipped up and down your stomach, not breaking your skin, before nosing down your thighs. “I hope you like to scream, Y/N. I like my meals vocal.” He caught your gaze. The comparison hit you. The way his eyes hovered between red and blue reminded you of a night sky at its darkest right before the dawn. Satisfied that he had your attention, he began to suck hungrily at your sex. Indeed, you did scream. You would have screamed down the stars if he had just. Let. You. Reach. That. Peak.
You were panting. Eyes glazed and unseeing besides your focus on him. Your nails lightly scratched at his scalp, making him grunt. You were shivering too.
“’bout ready to cum, baby doll?” he joked, taking a breather to mouth at your inner thigh. It made him laugh when you couldn’t form the words, insisting instead by furiously nodding your head. You arched back into the pillows as his hand sank down and a finger curled through your folds. “That’s it, doll. Let me take it all.” He added a second and set his mouth against you again. Your body was quivering on the edge until he sucked down on your clit. While you were falling apart, you could hear him lapping up everything.
His hands, cool against your passionate heat, moved up your body, followed by the rest of him. You reached for his belt buckle and found it missing. Instead, your hands wrapped around his length. It was your turn to toy with him now. Each stroke and twist made him hoarsely moan and gasp.
With a broken chuckle, you reached lower and tightened your grip at the base of his cock. “’bout ready to come, baby?”
He batted your hands away and pinned your wrists above your head with a smirk. He mouthed at the valley of your breasts, then moved up to lave at your nipples. You writhed in his grasp. “Not so cheeky now, huh?” He moved to your other breast, making you mewl under his ministrations. Shifting his grip, he held your wrists in one hand. With the other free, he traced it down your face, pushing your hair out of the way, and then to his bite. You shuddered as he touched it and kept trembling as he continued down your body. He teased his head at your entrance, coating his length in your slick. He captured your lips in his, delightedly swallowing your scream as he bottomed out in one thrust.
Steve fought to control his breathing as your walls welcomed him in. His grip faltered, and he had to brace on either side of you. You kept your arms up. Ready, you started the rolling pace. He moved with you, easing you into something faster and breathing hotly on your neck. He brought his face nose-to-nose with yours and thrust faster. Harder. Until you were seeing stars.
“Steve-“
“I’m right behind you, doll. I’m right. There.” He reached for your clit again. “Let me hear you, Y/N.”
You weakly cried out as your toes curled. It turned into a scream as Steve bit down on your neck as he came. Your vision blanched. He fell to one side, chest heaving. Not that you could catch your breath either.
{Smut Ended}
Faintly, you could feel his lips at your neck again, his tongue running over your punctures. “They’ll be gone in a few minutes.” He sank back into the pillows and pulled your hand onto his chest.
For once, Steve’s skin was warm under your touch. You hummed and snuggled closer to him while you dragged your fingers up and down his chest. Your mind turned on again, against your will.
“Have you loved before?” you asked.
His chest rose and fell deeply. “Yes.” You paused to let him continue if he wanted to or to change topics. “Her name was Peggy. Back during the war. Soft hair. Powerful brown eyes with legs for days. And British. She kept them from putting me in an early version of cryo. Helped me escape too when they wanted to keep using me for spy missions.” His Adam apple bobbed in his throat. “She wouldn’t let me turn her.” He said it without malice or blame, but you could hear the hurt. “We were married, but eventually I had to tell people I was her son.”
You knew the answer but hoped that you could be wrong. “Where is she?”
“Back in the UK. She left in her sleep. Peaceful. As it should be.” He placed his hand over yours on his chest. “I’ll always have her. And you will always have me.” He kissed the top of your head and held you as you fell asleep.
***
As suddenly as the attacks started, they stopped. The public was on edge, but they were comforted by the usual crime documentary idea that serial killings stop because something happened to the murderer. The cops in the precinct were not comforted. It made everybody snappy. Broken pencils. Slammed drawers. And shouted statements that could have been said normally. The only person seemingly unaffected was your boss. She fluttered her hands to get the incoming floor’s attention.
“Good morning to you all. Today is going to be like any other day. Except that we will have a visitor.” She turned and gestured to a man standing so still you hadn’t realized he was there. “This is Mr. Sorin Vladimirescu. He will be observing our process and asking a few of you some questions.” She chuckled nervously. “I know you all will be honest.” Her wristwatch chimed. “And that’s the bell. To your stations everyone.”
You and Wanda giggled as the man gently ordered McCready to her office. Someone must have also given him the heads up how cold they kept the building because he was wearing a dark grey peacoat and matching gloves. His long dark hair swept over his shoulders and was tied back from his face. You looked back at your desk before you were caught looking at his light hazel eyes.
“Handsome too,” Wanda whispered before putting on her headset.
The only person you noticed he took away for questions was the newer girl. Her usual nervousness was replaced by calm ease with just a smile and firm but welcoming handshake. It was about another half an hour before he made it to your and Wanda’s side of the floor.
“You must be Y/N,” he said once you’d turn your station off. “I’ve heard from just about everyone how level-headed you were last week during all those attacks. I listened to some of the recordings myself, and I have to agree.” He smiled and caught your gaze. It was almost impossible to look away except you had to blush. “I was wondering if you could have a longer private chat about helpful calming techniques I could pass along. If that isn’t to forward?” Nothing else came to mind except a yes. “Perfect. I will see you at the end of your shift then.”
Once he had shifted his attention, you shook your head. The front of your head hurt. You must have been staring at the screen too long and didn’t realize the damage until your eyes got a rest. Stealing a glance you noticed he was now talking with Wanda. You didn’t mind resting your eyes on him.
“Thank you for blowing the whistle,” he told Wanda, giving her the same intense look. “I have learned many things today. Because you stepped up, a lot of your coworkers are going to be better off.”
Wanda beamed under his praise. She shared a giggle with you once he had left. Neither of you could help but watch his retreating form before turning your stations back on.
***
The taxi Sorin had hailed pulled up to the door of one of the nicer hotels in the city. He walked around and offered you his arm to lead you into the building. The doorman greeted you both and encouraged you to enjoy your stay. Sorin kept his hand on the small of your back all the way to the door of his room.
“I took the liberty of having an evening dress brought for you.” He guided you into the suite and shut the door to give you some privacy.
On the bed was a white gown with drooping sleeves rimmed in delicate lace. It was fastened with a belt around your waist and fit you perfectly. Touching your bare throat, you took your grandmother’s necklace and matching bracelet from your purse. Jewelry was discouraged at work, but you usually forgot that until you were at the door. The chain and pendant matched nicely.
Sorin smiled and took your hand in his still gloved one. “Lovely. Shall we?” Dinner was brought to the room. He finally shed his jacket and gloves before pushing in your chair. The staff stayed and served each delicious course. They left after dessert, dimming the lights even lower on the way out. He reached out for your hand then jerked it back. “That is a lovely bracelet. Looks like silver.” He smiled roughly and took your other hand to lead you to the window seat.
“About keeping calm,” you started.
He gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “We’ll get to that in a minute, dear. Tell me about yourself. Do you have anyone waiting for you at home? We’d hate to keep them up.” When a name didn’t come to mind, he scooted closer and pushed your hair out of your face to get a better view of your eyes. The light kiss to your lips was cold and hesitant. He breathed hard as he moved closer to your neck. “Y/N, would you mind removing your necklace? We don’t want it to get in the way.”
Your necklace? It hadn’t been in the way when… Steve.
“Steve,” you whispered. You said his name again, louder, as your mind slowly became your own. Sorin grabbed for the back of your neck when you jumped off the seat. With a shout, he let go and pulled his steaming hand to his chest.
The front door shook on its hinges. It shattered completely and Steve fell through. He was breathing hard. His eyes were a pale pink. Two steps in he fell to his knees. Strong hands on your shoulders kept you from rushing to his side.
“This? This is Brooklyn’s protector?” Sorin scoffed. “I’d heard stories. The soldier. Defender of the innocent and damnation for the wicked. I would have thought there were plenty of corrupted souls to feed on. And yet here you are. Starving.”
Steve struggled to his feet, bracing on the table. “I only take what I need.”
“All you take is their iron.” Sorin shifted his grip to your waist, wrapping his arms around and pulling you close. “I take it all. It’s not like they are going to need it. Iron, calcium, all the nutrients in their soon-to-be-dead body.”
“Cataracts,” you whispered. You shivered as he kissed the side of your face.
“Beautiful and brilliant. Yes. Sucking the nutrients out of someone has the effect of sucking out a lifetime. The fear in their eyes ages them. And then they die.”
“It’s a waste of life.” Steve tried to step towards you, but Sorin growled over your shoulder.
You licked your lips. “Why waste the life? Why not only do half, then let them heal and do it again? Then you’d have an endless supply.”
Sorin laughed and started dancing around the room with you at a frenzied pace you stumbled to keep up with. “Darling, we are immortal! Your lives are like blips of light to us. What is one more snuffed out now and then? The world does not miss them for long.” He grinned, spinning you and making you scream. “But it’s not a perfect life. I enjoy the finer things of this world. Thankfully, if you drink with the right people, sometimes they lead you to the right people to drink.”
Shivering, you tried to distract him. “Mercenary?” You cried out as he tightened his arm on your lower back. As if to crush your spine.
“You could call it that. I don’t curve my appetites to teaching the unwanted about life. Not that I’m paid to. And then there are the wives. The widows. The ones who have read to many romance novels. I save their souls when I deny them immortality.” He looked straight into Steve’s furious gaze. “Can you say the same?”
“Let her go.” Steve’s eyes were dangerously red now.
Your captor feigned thought. “Um… no. I don’t think I shall.” With a hiss, he yanked your necklace from your neck and leaned for your neck. The second his tongue ran over your skin, he jolted away. Freed, you ran to Steve and helped support him. Sorin’s eyes flashed crimson as he observed your body. “Ah, I see it now. You’ve claimed her.” He shrugged. Unbothered. “No matter. There is another.” He looked pointedly at you, then turned and crashed through the window.
***
The jab about ‘another’ made your blood run cold. There were two options, but the way he had looked at you could only mean one. Then when Wanda wouldn’t answer her phone, you descended into the panic that had been absent in your own encounter. Presently, you were sitting shotgun in a borrowed sports car. The owner, a very unlucky shark that Steve routinely caught frisking frat boys for imaginary debts, had been dropped off in the emergency room.
“Turn here.”
Wanda’s apartment building loomed. Having given Steve permission to enter, you raced up to her apartment, hoping Sorin’s head start wasn’t enough. You used your key copy to enter the door.
She was arched against the ceiling. Her mouth was opened for a body-wracking scream, one that you couldn’t hear. Her eyes were clamped shut. Every half-blink you could make out a swirling red mist surrounding her body, holding her in place, coursing through her.
Sorin sat calmly on the couch.
“Ah, you made it. Just in time to see the finale.”
At his words, Wanda fell to the floor. You moved to help her, but Steve held you back. She clawed at the carpet, her nails unnaturally long and sharp. You gasped as she saw you for the first time.
Wanda’s eyes were blood red.
She coughed. “What did you do to me?” An aftershock made her moan and roll onto her back.
“I saved you. From the march of time that tramples the best of flowers.” Sorin observed his nails as they lengthened to sharp points. “Is that going to be a problem, soldier?”
“Yeah,” Wanda said, wobbling to her feet and running her tongue over her new teeth, “it is. Take it back.” Her voice wavered. “Take it back.”
Sorin came to stand before her. He took her hands and kissed them. “Why would I want to do that? Think about it, darling.” He placed a finger on her lips before she could speak. “Eternity is slow at times, but you can enjoy every moment. Every sunrise. Every soft snow.”
“Then do it yourself,” she spat. “Why do you need me? How did you do this to me and how to you undo it?”
“It’s a lonely life, darling. And painful if done incorrectly. Ask the soldier. To make a bride?” He clicked his tongue and smiled, baring his teeth. “That takes a bit extra. Six days of six full feedings. A beautiful night under an empty moon. Sharing my gift.” He trapped her close to his body. “Even though you are only halfway done, it cannot be undone. There is only one last step to making you mine. And then… eternity carries on.” For a moment he leaned towards her mouth, then with a growl, he turned to look at you and Steve. “I do not wish an audience.”
Steve’s eyes flickered, and he moved you behind him. “Then you’re gonna have to kick us out.”
Sorin pushed Wanda to one side. “So be it.”
They leapt at one another, colliding and twisting mid-air. The slashes they made at each other healed quickly like zippers closing over the wounds. You and Wanda ran from one side of the room to the other as furniture was broken and holes punched into walls. The longer the fight went on, the longer it took Steve to heal. Sorin threw him into the support wall, chuckling as Steve sank to the floor. He pinned him to there, one hand around his throat and the other tense above his heart. Steve gave a shout. He fought against the hand caged over his heart, but the fight and the lack of oxygen were making him weak. Sorin wearied of his attempts. You winced as Steve bounced off the floor.
“Is this enough? This pitiful life you have chosen?” Sorin stepped onto Steve’s chest and pressed until you heard a slight crack. “You only take what you need, so you have the advantage over silver and the like. But I am stronger. I can go out in the light, feed whenever I want to. There is only a short time until the sun rises. My bride and I will be immune. But you? You will scream and smoke and disintegrate into unholy ash. Is that what you want your lover to see? It must be, for your death is imminent.”
“Do you always talk in paragraphs?”
Sorin spun to the source of your voice. Right into your fist wrapped around your grandmother’s necklace. He let out an unearthly scream and twisted away. Into Wanda’s path. Her eyes were an even fiercer red. When her long nails sank into his throat his cry gurgled in his throat. She kept digging and pulling. “Now, Y/N.” You tossed her the chair leg that had been broken during the fight. She looked into Sorin’s eyes, freezing him in place as she used her weapon. He shuddered as the air left his body. Around the wound, cracks formed and crumbled away until there was nothing left of Sorin Vladimirescu.
Wanda sank to her knees. Waiting. Looking at her hands she was surprised when they didn’t fade to dust as well.
“He didn’t make you his,” Steve said, sitting with his back against the wall. “You are your own vampire. Immortal outside of his power.”
She leaned into you as you kneeled and kept her from tipping over. “What do I do now? I don’t know anything about this except from fiction.” Her body shivered in your arms. You sent a look to Steve. Pleading. He nodded in agreement.
“You can stay with Y/N and I. I have the journal I kept when I was turned. It’s not perfect, but it might be the best base-line we have.”
Nodding, Wanda sat up straighter. “Okay. I might call my brother too. Pietro. Though, if you don’t mind, we might get a different apartment close to yours. We don’t want to be wholly in the way.”
You smiled. “I think the apartment right above us just opened up. I’ll give the landlady a call.”
While Wanda went to gather a few overnight/overday things, Steve met you in a reassuring kiss. He hummed against your forehead. “So. Does this mean you are moving in with me?”
“I guess so.”
“For how long?”
There was more to that question than the surface. You took a deep breath. “I don’t want you to turn me. I don’t want to put you through the pain you went through with Peggy again either, but…” You sighed and hugged him close. “I’m afraid even of the idea of eternity. All I want is to love you for as long as I live.”
He breathed deep, letting it out slow. “Then I’ll be here. For as long as you live. And I’ll love you forever.” He kissed the top of your head. “I promise.”
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