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Family Found Part 10: Unfortunate Circumstances (Extreme Rules)

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On Sunday it is time for Extreme Rules. Tables are busted, titles change hands, and the momentum carries into Monday night where new and unlikely alliances are made.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 5190

Note: Per usual, a longer chapter due to the PPV. Had to change something at the last minute because I forgot Ruby was out on injury, but the fix should work just fine. Let me know what you think of the new pairing that’s in this week’s chapter, and/or how you think it’s going to go. As always, tag lists and requests are open. I have several for WWE in the works and they should be out soon. Enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team 

Part 9: Chance and Consequences

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Extreme Rules – July 15, 2018 – Pittsburgh, PA

Neither Sasha or Bayley came to the announce table for the pre-show. They both kept to opposite sides of the arena, or as much as they could backstage. Thankfully you didn’t have to bother with either, and Renee was handling the questions.

Bayley rolled her eyes at Renee’s suggestion that the match would be more than she could handle. “I don’t know why everybody keeps saying that. When we were in the Four Horsewomen, I handled plenty. What’s been holding me back all this time since then is my friendship with Sasha. The power of a fighting heart with mercy. And my effort to show the WWE Universe that you don’t have to be cruel and backstabbing to get to the top.”

“Do you feel like tonight’s match goes against the principles you have built up during your career?”

“No,” she answered immediately. “My principles are still under my control and this match, no matter the outcome, will change that. At the end of this, I will still be the hard worker and dedicated wrestler I entered the ring as. But Sasha? She’s going to leave having finally realized that everybody can see through her lies to who she really is: a woman terrified of being left in the dust. Every match, Sasha gives her heart and soul for a victory. Tonight, it’s not going to be enough.”

“Thank you, Bayley. And we go to Sasha to hear her thoughts about tonight’s match. Sasha?” Renee waited until she was on-screen. “Bayley had some strong opinions about you. Are any of them true?”

Sasha scoffed. “No. I’m terrified. I’m not a backstabber. I am see-through though, I guess. I’ve never lied about who I am or what I was after. Bayley? She’s a little girl in a woman’s world. All she’s dedicated to is keeping her fans smiling and hugging each other while she’s lost sight of the main goal. Ha, mercy. Mercy has no place in the world we fight in. Tomorrow night I’m taking the next step towards the goal of winning the Raw Women’s Championship. And where will Bayley be? Oh yeah, sitting in the back watching me win my opportunity she squandered.”

“But what about tonight? Is tonight’s extreme rules match a deviation from your plan?’

“Not at all. If anything, it fits in perfectly.” Sasha smiled, sticky sweet. “Tonight is going to show Ember Moon just how far I will go to win and what she has to look forward to since she crossed me. And it will show the same to Nia as I come to take away her crown. And once I’m Raw Women’s Champion? The Raw Women’s roster is going to have a new, real, boss in charge.” She did her pose just before the attention blipped back to the announce table.

Everybody leaned back in their chairs and let out the breaths they had been holding.

Otunga spoke up first. “Let me be the first one to say, this match is going to be intense. Both of these women have something to prove, and they are not leaving the ring until they do so.”

There was an agreement that what was to come would blow the roof off the arena, but there was dissidence in who was going to come out on top. Per usual, the predictions came out about even towards both Sasha and Bayley.

Renee shook her head. “I guess we’re just going to have to wait and see. Though you all made great points! As the clock ticks down to the official start of Extreme Rules, it is now time for the match between the Authors of Pain and the Deleters of Worlds, Matt Hardy and Bray Wyatt.” She directed to Corey, Cole, and Coachman on the announce table so they could call the match.

Akam and Rezar entered first. They stood back to back in the ring as Hardy’s music started. If the Deleters of Words were going to teleport into the ring, they were going to be ready.

It was unnecessary since Hardy and Bray entered from the stage. They circled the Authors of Pain who refused to move from their position. Bray blew out the flame in his lantern and the lights came up, revealing him in one corner and Hardy diagonal from him with their opponents in the middle. Jojo looked at the ref, questioning whether she should start with things so tense. Hardy and Bray took a step towards their corner. Akam and Rezar took a step toward theirs. This continued until both teams were where they supposed to be.

Jojo breathed a sigh of relief. “The following match is a championship match for the Raw Tag Team Titles. The competitors: the Authors of Pain!” They roared to the crowd while keeping their eyes on the other corner. “And the defending champions: Matt Hardy and Bray Wyatt!” Bray kneeled in front of Hardy with his arms outstretched while Hardy laughed above him. Jojo made her exit quick before the bell rang.

For all of their potential, the Authors of Pain did not yet have the skill. Hardy and Bray’s mind games skill far exceeded their own. Their egos were toyed with, like two alley cats circled by vultures. It wasn’t a quick match by any means. The newcomers held their own as long as they could. What caused their downfall was not watching the other’s back, weakening them one sneak attack at a time until there was nothing left. By the time the realized what was happening, and tried a similar tactic, the match was over.

The Authors of Pain had just enough strength to roll out of the ring. They glared with disdain at their champions.

***

It was one hell of a way to start Extreme Rules.

They were on each other like lionesses. The ref couldn’t do much besides keeping out of the way. If one woman crashed exceptionally hard, he checked for blood and asked them if they could continue. They always said yes. If anyone had asked him later what scared him the most, it wasn’t the kendo sticks, chairs, or the broken announce table. It was the claws. Everything was legal, including ignoring punching for swiping their manicured nails across each other’s faces and backs.

For the most part, Sasha had the upper hand. Like she planned. Throughout the match, she taunted Bayley. “Give up!” she would scream. “You will never be better than me.” Punch. Kick. “Everybody will forget about you.” Sasha slammed her head to the mat using her hair. She was about to maneuver for a Bank Statement when Bayley made her move.

Bayley was a hugger. She used her Bayley to Bellies. She was sure of herself. She bounced off the rope and jumped into unknown airspace. Bayley was dedicated; even when her lungs burned and her chest heaved, she kept moving.

Both were running out of steam as the match took its toll. Their bodies were riddled with bruises and red welts. Sasha stumbled into the ropes on one side, while Bayley leaned on the ropes across from her. They stared at each other. Sasha’s eyes were full of malice. Bayley’s with determination. With a split second of recognition, both scurried to opposite corners and leaped. Their bodies collided in mid-air, tumbling and thrashing long before they hit the canvas. Bayley was the first to recover. She didn’t go immediately for a pin. Instead, she sat on Sasha’s stomach and punched at her head and torso until Sasha stopped fighting back.

The ref counted to three.

He raised Bayley’s arm in victory, though she wasn’t smiling. But she was proud. She surveyed the carnage around the ring and shook her head. Before she left, she stood next to where Sasha was lying.

“Everyone will remember this match. And how I beat you. Good luck with your match tomorrow.”

Bayley walked away without looking back while Sasha stared daggers into her shoulder blades.

***

Depending on who was looking, Jinder was a smart man. Although Kurt Angle had banned Sunil from ringside at the last minute, Jinder had a plan. Which included rolling out of the ring as soon as the bell rang. It left the bitter rivals together to completely demolish one another while he preserved his energy.

What he didn’t anticipate was both Braun Strowman and Roman Reigns rolling out after him. They blocked any entrance that wasn’t into the ring. Roman moved the fastest, so he was in the ring sooner and made sure the Maharaja didn’t escape towards the ramp while Braun kept him from moving back to the floor. Past that, any alliance or temporary teamwork fell apart.

Roman would superman punch one only to get caught in a choke hold from the other. Braun would choke slam one, then get taken out at the knees. Jinder would chop the chest of either and found that it was not as useful in the ring at Extreme Rules. So, a flurry of punches would have to suffice.

Braun tossed Roman over the ropes to the floor then turned his attention to Jinder. Jinder was tired of running away. He ran toward the monster and was able to knock him off his feet. In all honesty, he didn’t want to face Brock at Summer Slam or anywhere. To him, it was one less giant to fight. He had his pride to defend, and while a championship would be great, it was not necessary to his life. ON the other hand, Braun and Roman had insulted his abilities enough. Jinder channeled his frustration into his fists. Every attack backstage, each time he came up short on the mic, the times when his plans had crumbled in his hands. Maybe if he had been thinking about how he’d been wronged less, he would have seen Roman coming. Jinder gave a shout as Roman yanked him to his feet and threw him out of the ring.

The Monster Among Men stumbled to his feet to catch a spear. Roman fell against his chest for the pin, but Braun rolled to his side with exhausted ease. Neither moved while they thought about what to do next. Braun hauled himself to his feet and snatched Roman out of the air. But his speed was weakened, so Roman was able to contort around his boy and bring him down for a roll up.

Jinder made it back into the ring and dropped his fists onto Roman’s spine, making him let go and arch. He curled up and did his best to protect his face and chest as Jinder continued with a kicking offense. He didn’t notice Braun had joined until there was a shout and once again the Maharaja was out of the way. Braun lugged Roman over his shoulder and slammed him down. Then again. And once more.

Roman’s vision was blurry. He couldn’t tell the difference between the ref’s second and third count, nor could he hear it until it was too late. He growled and rolled onto his stomach as Braun roared as the number one contender for the Universal.

Once more.

***

Kevin was nervous. That was an understatement, but he couldn’t find any other way to phrase it. He jumped as Dean’s guitar riff sounded, soon followed by the bell. Dean didn’t stop running, so Kevin rolled out towards the announce tables.

Dean paced inside. Jumped on his toes. If Kevin thought all this movement was going to tire him out before they could even get started, he was going to be sorely mistaken. And sore. All over. He backed into one corner and smoothed down the tape on his hands while Kevin inched into the ring. He stayed there when Kevin stood in the center and motioned him toward the middle.

“You wanted this match, Owens,” Dean said with a smirk. “You want the fight? Bring it here.” Dean hopped up to sit on the top turnbuckle and smiled. “Any day now.”

When Kevin did finally bring the fight, he did a good job of reminding Dean how long it had been since he’d had a good fight. He was surprisingly on the defense. Kevin had his recovery moves scouted, rendering them nearly useless. While he was shaking the ringing out of his ears after one attack, he missed Kevin disappearing. It was the crowd’s excitement that saved him from taking a steel chair to the back. Then he had Kevin on the run.

Owens didn’t notice Dean changed directions of the chase until he was in front of him. He collapsed under the chair attack. Groaning, he was rolling into the ring for a pin that failed. Dean growled and moved back out to hunt for anything under the ring.

Dean tilted his head to listen to the crowd. “We want tables!” they chanted. Dean turned his attention back to Kevin in the ring and grinned wickedly. He pulled out several and set them up around the ring.

Just in case.

With the last, he tugged it into the ring. It made a lovely addition to one corner. The legs that he pulled out made it sturdy as proven by the shadowboxing he did to an invisible Kevin pinned against it. He should have been worried about the real Kevin behind him. He was punched in the kidneys, then shoved to sit down in front of his own table.

Kevin cannonball rolled into Dean. As he stood he noticed the dent in the wood from Dean’s skull. If it worked once…. Kevin ran to roll again, but Dean moved at the last second. He crashed through. Faintly he recognized that he was being moved, kicking out when Dean tried to pin him.

“No. No!” Kevin crawled away, confusing Dean. “We’re done. Welcome back, Dean. Have a good night.” He tried to step through the ropes. He froze as he heard cheering and sighed. Turning to look back, Dean had bounced off the far ropes and was rapidly approaching faster than he could evade. He went flying and through one of the tables Dean had set up. Dean smiled and leaned on the ropes, tapping the side of his head.

How he hated that man.

Dean won the match. The Battle. The War. And he basked in the full welcome from everyone sitting in attendance.

***

Elias strummed. “I know you all came here to hear what you need.” He was forced to pause as the crowd cheered deafeningly. “But I know Seth is just going to interrupt; he’s so anxious to lose that title tonight. So I’ll have to be brief.” He took a deep breath and strummed again, playing a melody that hushed the audience for a few minutes. He glanced hesitantly towards the stage. “Seth Rollins is a fighter. A man with a plan. But he is no champion.” Elias smiled. “All those open challenges were just playing to the sorry lot of you and mean absolutely nothing. A real champion waits for the challenges to come to him. Let the rabble fight amongst themselves just for a chance to even look at it and laugh at them from the sidelines.”

Seth’s theme cut off anything Elias was going to say. He swung the Intercontinental Championship on the stage, then slung it over his shoulder before making his way down the ramp. Outside of the ring, he picked up a mic.

“No, no, no, no, no.” Seth shook his head and finished entering the ring. “If you keep talking like that, you’re gonna sound like a very specific person that nobody here likes.” He beamed as the crowd agreed with him, then brighter as he even got a nod from Elias. “Now, are you done talking? ‘Cause not everybody like the sound of your voice as much as you do.” When Elias didn’t move, he shoved him off the stool and kicked it out of the ring. They stood face to face, once Elias had made it back to his feet, and a ref and Jojo hurried into the ring.

Jojo did her thing, then the bell rang.

There was a reason why this was an extreme rules match.

Both men wanted to decimate the other. In a display that made everyone watching ooh, ahh, and cringe at a pain most could never understand, Seth defended his title. And Elias took as much out of him as he could. Chests were slapped until they were bright red and hands couldn’t feel. Chairs were broken over backs. And more announce tables collapsed under the assault.

Seth was doing well. So was Elias, but it was looking like Seth was going to retain. When Elias swung his guitar, Seth kicked him in the stomach. The guitar fell to the canvas, with Elias leaning heavily over it. Seth looked at Elias. Then the guitar. Then the crowd, who cheered him on to do what they hoped he would. He smiled and ran to bounce off the rope.

Finn Balor’s music interrupted.

Seth knew he should follow through. Elias had completely fallen over the instrument and was unmoving. Despite his screaming gut, the biggest threat was running down the ramp carrying a gold briefcase. He’d been on the giving end of such an exchange, and he wasn’t about to be on the receiving end. So he readied himself for Finn’s attack at the ropes.

Finn trotted to a stop. He stared up at Seth, looking for an entrance. He walked around the ring, occasionally bobbing and backtracking to keep Seth on edge. When he had made it back around to stage-side, he stopped and held the case above his head.

“Tempting. But I’m saving this for something even better.” Finn waved past Seth.

The Kingslayer turned just in time to catch Elias’s clothesline that sent him over the ropes. He fell at Finn’s feet, who laughed and hurried away in mock guilt.

Elias wasted no time dragging Seth back into the ring. With the distraction having thrown off the earlier rhythm, Seth was soon on Elias’s shoulders. He carried him over a few feet. Seth realized why when his back broke through wood and strings.

The shattered mass was shoved away, and the ref counted to three.

Elias grabbed the belt and held it high while standing over Seth, who hadn’t moved more than to roll onto his stomach. Already there were bright purple welts, and Elias was smiling ear to ear.

***

Monday Night Raw – July 16, 2018 – Buffalo, NY

The night began with an announcement from Kurt Angle. His brow was tense and his demeanor was heavy. The closer he trudged to the ring, the weaker his chants became. By the time he had stepped through the ropes, the crowd was silent. He took a breath.

“There’s no use sugar-coating it. Brock Lesnar will not be attending Summer Slam. The Result of last night’s number one contender’s match is null.” He sighed. Massaging the bridge of his nose, Kurt worked up enough energy to continue. “Lesnar claims that he does not have to fight Braun for the Universal because it had already been done. And as he points out, correctly, Lesnar retained against Braun Strowman.” He was stopped from saying more for a moment by the sounds of disapproval. “my hands are tied… for the moment. I will continue to do what I can, but as of right now, until there is a ‘better’ opponent for Lesnar there will be no match for the Universal Title.”

He left. Head bowed. Shoulders weighted. And his blood boiling for the injustice towards the wrestlers working under him.

***

Backstage, there was pandemonium.

Mojo flattened himself against a wall as Braun thundered by. Then he caught Mickie James as she was thrown into him from a hallway. Liv Morgan and Sarah Logan cackled on their way by. Sarah tossed a handful of a techie’s papers into Mojo’s face for good measure.

“Seriously?” He shook his head and steadied Mickie. “What’s their problem?”

Mickie scoffed. “Who knows. Doesn’t matter; Alexa’s got plans for them.”

“Really?” Mojo twisted around towards where the Riott Squad left, flinching as something crashed. When he turned back around, Mickie was attempting to hide a pout. “And where do you fit into that plan?”

“Well….” She huffed. “Unknown at the moment. But What Alexa wants, Alexa gets. And heaven help us if she doesn’t,” she muttered.

He nodded in agreement. His eyes scrunched as he looked at her more closely. She leaned back as he continued to stare. “If I had a plan for something… different… would you be interested?”

“Different?”

“Something that would bring you back into the main light. No Alexa required. No more… getting passed over in her shadow. Interested, if even just to hear me out?”

Mickie eyed him with disapproval. “Perhaps.” She chuckled as he held out his arm for her to take. She took it and they walked down the hallway.

Mojo nodded to Dolph and Drew as they passed.

***

In an attempt to cheer up the crowd, the first match of the night was Sasha and Ember’s number one contender’s match.

Sasha made no attempt to cover up her injuries from the night before. Her ribcage was bandaged, but her back, shoulders, arms and legs were all covered in variously colored welts of all sizes. And she was pissed. She half-did her entrance, careful around what hurt (everything) and waited impatiently for Ember.

The Goddess of War stayed on her side of the ring after entering. She could tell Sasha was hurt more than physically. If she wasn’t careful, she was going to be on the receiving end of some serious steam blowing.

On the other hand, the toll of Extreme Rules wasn’t just physical. It was emotional too. Ember found herself often pausing, rattled, when Sasha didn’t seem to be paying attention. When Sasha was participating, she was repeating movements from Sunday night like she could change the outcome if she tried harder. She couldn’t use chairs or her nails, but she could hit harder and faster. Ember found holes in her offense though. Her guard would be misplaced on one side. Or Sasha would be going for some dramatic hit that Ember could evade easily because she wasn’t exhausted.

The Eclipse that had helped them win team matches finished off this one. Ember was going to face Nia, and she wanted to do it as soon as possible.

Sasha rolled out of the ring and sat on the floor, holding her head.

“I’m not going to waste time. Nia, I am coming for you. And if you’re smart, you won’t waste time either.” Ember tried to catch her breath. She was almost relieved she didn’t have to when Nia walked out on the stage.

“I’m game,” she said with a smile. “How soon were you thinking?”

“Next week.”

“Deal.”

Ember watched Nia leave, then moved to leave too when Sasha got to her feet. She took the stairs, examining her on her way to the ramp. It was only for a split second, but Sasha leaped when she turned her back. Ember stepped aside, and Sasha crashed into the barricade. Ember walked out with her back to the stage, and her eyes on Sasha.

Everyone froze as Braun’s roar ripped through the air.

***

Roman and Dean laughed. They were sitting on crates in some back hallway, taping their wrists for their match with Dolph Ziggler and Drew McIntyre. In the background, they could hear the carnage.

You came to a skidding stop in front of them. “What is that?”

Dean avoided eye contact with his brother, who was shocked that Dean hadn’t explained more to you. “That’s Braun. It’s more normal than people think. Don’t worry about it.”

“He’ll blow over in a few minutes,” Roman added.

How could they just sit there? “What are you guys doing?” You huffed as they looked confused. “So. You guys have a different match later and that makes Braun not your problem?”

Dean nodded. “Pretty much.”

“But… you…. You guys were the Shield. Defenders against injustice. Braun terrorizing everybody is an injustice.” Your blood began to boil as Roman laughed.

“Things have changed a bit since then. Kurt can handle it.” He started to put on his gauntlets. Dean wasn’t worried about who could get hurt either as he started to do the bit between his fingers.

“If you’re not going to do something about it, I’m going to try.” You stormed off, not caring if they followed you or not.

In the garage, a group of security men was trying to block Braun from a semi-truck. They weren’t touching him, fearing for their arms if they did. He was caring for their protection anyways. If someone got close enough, he grabbed them by their shirt and belt and tossed them out of the way.

One came flying by you and nearly fell on top of an already distressed Kurt Angle. You looked towards the truck and saw that the driver was still inside. Without a second’s hesitation, you ran into the fray, using your smaller frame to get past security and Braun. You jumped up on the step and tugged the door open, allowing the driver to escape. Fuming, you slammed it shut and turned to Braun.

“That’s enough!”

Braun stopped more out of shock than anything else. That quickly passed and he growled. His hand moved towards you.

“You want to throw me across the garage? Try it. I’ll come up swingin’.” You stared him down as he paused again.  “You are one of the biggest and most talented men around here and you do not get to act like a child. I may not have been around long, but I’ve heard the stories. Too many of them. Do you have any idea how long it takes to fix one of your tantrums? Do you?”

“No,” he mumbled.

“Hours. Not everyone can flip trucks, Braun. They have to wait for all the other trucks to be loaded and gone before they can call in a crane. That’s hours that people have to stay after an already long show away from sleep and possibly their families. Not to mention, you didn’t even see there was still a guy in this one. He could have been hurt. Not that it would have mattered to you, Monster Among Men. If you’re going to flip something, you better be prepared to stick around to fix it. And all of this because you’re not getting your way-“

“Brock-“

“I know. We all heard. But we also heard that Mr. Angle is going to do all he can. It may not turn out to be much, considering the powers that be. Not everything is up to him, even if he is the manager. And said management seems to have Brock’s back. That’s how it is. You can find something to do in the meantime. Any suggestions?”

He thought for a second. “Not really. Fought Roman, beat him. Fought Jinder, beat him.”

You sighed and turned to Kurt. “What about… Bobby Lashley? Didn’t he fight in something-“

“The MMA.”

“MMA. Fantastic. That’s a skillset that different than usual, if not closer to UFC style than what you’ve fought already. Is that possible Mr. Angle?”

He nodded. “We can make that happen.”

You turned back to Braun. “Will that satisfy you for now?”

“Yes.”

Kurt brightened up. “Great. I’ll let him know and get your match for tonight.” He nodded at you. “Thanks.”

“Anytime, sir.” You gave one last glare up at Braun, then left to finish up your show duties.

***

The match against Dolph and Drew was next while Kurt set up the new main event. Dean and Roman beat them easily, though the odd team-up was able to get in several good hits. The big shock was that Dolph kept whispering something to Dean during the match, making him more angry by the minute. Roman had to tag himself back in and finished Ziggler off before he could be rescued by the Scotsman.

“What was he saying?” Roman asked on their way out.

“Nothing I’m going to repeat.”

The original main event was bumped back. Seth was ready though. He was always ready when it came to his Intercontinental title. To watch him fight Elias, it was nearly impossible to see the fatigue from Sunday.

But Elias saw it. He knew where to look. The repeated blows to the small of Seth’s back, where he had crashed through the guitar, wore him down. He didn’t need the guitar tonight. The damage was already done. Elias won. But he was still a trembling mess by the end of it.

His blood chilled in his veins when Finn Balor’s music sounded.

Elias grabbed his belt and waited at the stage-side ropes. Finn came down similar as before, coming to stop to look up at Elias. The Drifter knew he was shaking, and knew the other man could see it. He wasn’t sure he would be able to hold off a rested Finn.

Finn shook his head and smiled. “Nah. T’is is your moment.” He gave Elias a shallow bow and headed towards the stage. Only to be stopped himself by the flames and wolf logo of Baron Corbin.

“You’ve had it pretty easy since Money in the Bank,” he said, circling Finn. “But this the WWE. Anything and every prestige is up for grabs. If you think you’re man enough, you’ll put the contract on the line next week. Then we’ll see whose ‘moment’ it really is.”

Finn stole the mic before he could say anything more. “You’re on.”

Baron grinned, haven gotten what he wanted. He sent a nod towards Elias in the ring and walked away.

***

Fighting Bobby Lashley was good practice. It wasn’t an easy match, and Lashley had an impressive strength to him that kept Braun guessing.

Kurt was ready in commentary before the match was even over. When Braun won, he made another announcement. This one was well received, especially by Braun.

“This is Monday Night Raw. For too long we have been stunted by those who have not put their best foot forward. You don’t have to be the best to show up every week, nor does a high consideration of self get you far here. That is why I am already announcing this promise. If Brock Lesnar does not show up to fight Braun at Summer Slam, then he will be forced to relinquish the Universal Title. If he retains, then he will have to follow the standards set up for champions and defend it at least once a month.”

This was really putting his job on the line, but finally getting this frustration out in the open was addicting.

“If the Universal cannot be pried from his hands, then it’s replacement shall be designed by the WWE Universe so it can represent them.” He sighed. “I don’t know a lot of the details here, but this will happen. I give you all my word.”

Part 11: What’cha Got?

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The Reader is a bar owner to a favored gangster hang-out. A close shave for Officer Dick Grayson ends with a hot night for both of them.

Pairing: Nightwing x Bartender!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: alcohol, slight violence, suggested smut

Word Count: 1060

Note: There was supposed to be more to this, but the week got away from me. If you’d like there to be a smutty part two, let me know. Any other thoughts, comments, and ideas can be sent to my requests, which is open for business. So is my tag list for a bunch of fandoms. Enjoy!

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When he walked in, he immediately stood out like a perfect target. The swagger was like something pulled out film noir. A bad one. And the “tattoos?” Even temporary tats should be applied over a few days so they don’t all look fresh, ignoring how fake they looked.

He blustered up to the bar and waved you over. You groaned.

“A martini, please. Sh-“

“I swear, if you say the Bond line I will kick your ass myself.” You made him the drink quickly, eyeing everybody that was eyeing him. He paid for it then and left a great tip. “Honey, that’s sweet and all, but you really don’t belong here.”

He nodded and took a sip. “I agree this is not my typical drinking destination. But I’m looking for someone.” The bar instantly went silent. The man continued on like nothing had changed. “He’s about six-two, balding, has a four-leaf clover tattoo cut through by a scar on his left shoulder, is wearing a bright blue shirt, and has a really bewildered look on his face right now.”

A man fitting that description stood at a back-corner booth. “Who’s lookin’ for ‘im?” He was a local gangster known for sneaking ammunition in and out of the city. Cináed by name.

The rookie didn’t look back. “Oh, a few people. But just me at the moment.” He finished his drink and swiveled around on his bar stool. “I was wondering if we could talk.” He reclined against the bar as Cináed’s men left their table and formed a circle around him.

“One more time,” Cináed growled, “who’s askin’?” His hand reached under his coat. “Everybody out!” He made eye contact with you. “Sorry, miss.” He pulled out a wallet and dropped a large fold of cash on the counter. “For your missed tips. This is your place, so you can stay and keep an eye on it. We’ll try not to get it too messy.”

You swallowed. “I’d appreciate that.” The last of the patrons filed out. You left the bar and went around collecting glasses. You cleaned them at the far end of the bar, straining your ears to hear what they were saying.

“I just want to talk. I heard about a little somethin’ you did on thirteenth street. Wanted to meet the mastermind.” He sighed and put his hands up as a goon patted him down. He bit down on his lip when the goon fumbled with the bottom of his shirt. “I can explain-“

“Officer Richard Grayson.”

Several guns clicked and cocked into place. Cináed pointed his ready piece at the officer’s head.

“What did you want to know, officer? ‘Cause you’re talkin’ to the wrong guy.”

“Am I? My apologies.” Grayson tried to stand up but was forced back down. “It was beautifully done. I thought perhaps it was your brother, but we found one of your prints at the scene. Unless he’s framing you.” He leaned back further as Cináed pushed his gun into his forehead.

“Is that so?”

“Boys,” you called out. “Don’t make a mess in my bar.”

Cináed nodded and stepped back. “My apologies, miss. Listen, Officer, even if my sweet kid brother was tryin’ to frame me… there wouldn’t be evidence. Try Okada. He keeps encroaching on my turf with his sales. If I’m out of the way, he gets twenty square blocks. Got it?”

Grayson nodded. “That’s what I needed to hear.” He licked his lips and looked around. “Do I get to pass this along to my superiors?”

The boss shared a look with the man to his right. He jutted his chin and the men started to leave, paying for their drinks on the way out. Cináed was the last out. “Get home safe, miss.” The bell over the door chimed on his way out.

The officer drew his hand across his face. He turned around to you. “Can I get a-“

“We’re closed.”

When you got home, your boyfriend was waiting for you. 

“Did you really have to be so dramatic?” You dropped your purse and escaped your shoes. “And what’s with the tattoos? They look terrible.”

Dick was laying on the couch shirtless. He smiled brightly. “Welcome home to you too. I got what I needed.”

“Mmm. And you almost got shot for the trouble.”

You avoided his grasp on the way to the bedroom. He groaned and chased after you. He didn’t catch you until it was just the two of you and your skivvies. You helped make it even by pushing down his sweatpants. When he leaned in to kiss you, all he got was air.

“I’m mad at you. You almost got yourself killed.” You stopped him from saying more with a kiss of your own. “I could have lost you. Right in front of my eyes.” You covered up his excuses with more desperate kisses. He hissed as you dug your nails down his back. He was there. You could feel him. He was okay.

Dick pulled you down to sit in his lap on the bed. “Hey. I’m okay.” He nuzzled into your neck. “I won’t promise anything because I can’t, but nothing is going to happen to me. Or you. Okay?” He pulled you ask close as he could. “I’m here. Safe.”

You leaned back with a chuckle. “Safe? Honey, you are stuck in this room with me. A very scared and horny me.” You licked your lips as he tilted his head.

“Did… did me staring down that guy turn you on?”

“A bit. Yeah.” You straddled his hips.

It was a lovely night, though you made sure he understood that if he almost blew your cover again, there would be serious consequences. Drowsily you played with the ink across his chest.

“You gotta get rid of the tats, babe. They are so fake.”

“What, you don’t like them? I even got one inspired by you.” Dick turned onto his stomach so you could see the rose between his shoulder blades.

“Fine. If you do ever go for it, you can get something like that.” You laughed when he tried to crawl back over top of you. “Nuh-uh. We’re closed.” You pushed him off and curled your back into his chest. It wouldn’t be long before circling your hips would inspire him to convince you to stay open.

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Family Found Part 9: Chance and Consequences

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The Reader gets caught in the middle of an attack on Roman. The final touches are put into place for Extreme Rules.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, the reader gets involved, unwanted advances from Dolph Ziggler

Word Count: 2360

Note: This one was written a bit quicker due to the 4th of July, but all plot points made it in this week. (I forgot one a few weeks ago and had to scramble. You guys didn’t notice, did you?) In the coming weeks, the Reader is going to get sucked into the middle of everything. If you don’t want to miss a chapter, my tag lists are open. So are my requests if you’ve got an idea you don’t want to write yourself. Hope you guys like how this has been going so far. Enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 8: Focused on Alignments 

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Monday Night Raw – July 9, 2018 – Boston, MA

Seth was past being subtle and he hoped Elias was too. The crowd screamed along with his entrance and he made his way to the ring like a man on a mission. They tried to start a Rollins chant, but he waved them away.

“No, no, no, no, no. We’ve got to get something out of the way. All of these open challenges have been fun, but who I want to fight hasn’t answered. Not like he should have. But that’s alright. That’s what we’ve got a manager for.” Seth paced around the ring. “I talked to Kurt Angle, and if my opponent answers the challenge, we’re gonna have one hell of a match at Extreme Rules. Elias, can you drift your way out here?”

There was a pause. Seth shifted his weight and shook his head. A bright grin broke out on his face as he heard the strum of a guitar. But he was confused; Elias wasn’t on the stage. The strumming came again, and the crowd started screaming. Seth spun around, and Elias was leaning against the ropes.

“Rollins,” he said with a nod.

Seth eyed how Elias was holding his guitar. “Which Delilah is she?” Rollins counted on his fingers. “Are you at ten yet, or…”

“Delilah is always Delilah. Doesn’t matter how many times the song breaks, the tune will always be the same. And so will the pain each time she comes into play. Right, Rollins?” Elias smirked. “How’s your head?”

“Just fine,” Seth smirked back. “As a matter of fact, I would like to return the favor. You up for an Extreme Rules match on Sunday?” He held up the Intercontinental Championship. “I would fight to the ends of the world to keep this. The past several weeks you have done just about everything to make me lose it but get involved fully yourself. If you were trying to piss me off, congratulations, you’ve done it. On Sunday, under this ring, there will be tables, chairs, and everything we can use to break each other. Use them, bring your guitar, bring your best. ‘Cause I am going to-“

Seth didn’t get to finish as Elias quickly moved forward and crashed his guitar over Seth’s shoulder. While Seth was trying to catch his breath, Elias towered over him.

“Bring your best. Your ego. Your all. It won’t be enough.” He left the ring, broken guitar over his shoulder. On the floor, he turned around and gave Seth a mock bow, who could only grimace and glower back.

Jinder had been able to secure a match with Titus O’Neil. He claimed it “was one last bit of sparring before Extreme Rules” where he was “sure” to beat both Braun and Roman and ensure the coveted spot for the Universal Championship.

Despite Apollo Creed and Dana accompanying Titus to the ring, Sunil was able to interfere several times. At one point, Dana was able to knock him over the head with her clipboard, but that only kept him out of trouble for a few minutes. Minutes that Jinder was able to use his own skill to beat down the founder of Titus Worldwide. Sunil was about to interfere again as an ankle grabber when a large hand grabbed him by the scruff of his neck. He was thrown nearly the entire length of the ring where he crashed into a barricade.

Jinder hurried to the ropes and came face to face with Braun Strowman. The monster among men stepped off the apron and smiled. Jinder started to shout at him when Titus scooped him up. Jinder was rolled up for the pin. Titus Worldwide had a short celebration outside the ramp, then they hurried out of the arena. Braun stepped into the ring and quickly neutralized Jinder for his customary drop. He roared and left.

This could not be allowed.

Sunil stumbled ahead as they searched for Kurt Angle. Jinder pushed his announcer out of the way when they found him.

“What kind of a manager are you? Letting Braun go around and do whatever he wants. It’s terrible leadership. What are you going to do about his actions.”

Kurt sighed. “Nothing.” He waved his hands and kept going before Jinder could interrupt him. “I watched everything before Braun showed up. You had an advantage over Titus O’Neil because of Sunil, who I know was working under your orders. So from what I could see… you’re even. You had the advantage, then Braun gave enough to Titus so he did. Considering everything, I think the superstar who won was the right one.”

Jinder scoffed. “So there’s not going to be any consequences.”

Kurt pursed his lips and thought. “No.” He rubbed his head as Jinder huffed and stormed off. This was either the easiest blow-off he had given so far, or it was the worst decision he’d made in a while.

Further backstage Ember was roaming the hallways. Her forehead was creased, and everybody could just about see the cogs of her mind tumbling over one another. She shadowboxed at an extra steel frame for the stage. A sing-song voice made her freeze.

“Ember!” Sasha came up next to her, all smiles. Ember tried to walk away, but Sasha followed. “I need to talk to you. About Extreme Rules.”

With a sigh, Ember stopped. “Me too. Sasha-“

“Bayley is all hugs and smiles, I know, but she’s also full of fight. It won’t hard to beat her, but we’ve got our match next Monday and I don’t want to jip you a great match by giving all my energy to Bayley. If Bayley wasn’t in the way, we could have been having our number one contender’s match on Sunday.” She nudged Ember’s shoulder. “Fate is a funny thing. So can I count on you to have my back? There’re no disqualifications. No rules. We can do anything. You in?” Sasha held out her hand for a handshake.

Ember took Sasha’s hand and curled her fingers into her palm. “No.”

“What?” she growled.

“I’m not going to have your back on Sunday. If it had only been one person, maybe. But nearly the entire women’s roster is telling me to not trust you. So, I’m not going to. If I was in your position, I’d use Extreme Rules as a chance to take out Bayley, and then turn around and use what I could to weaken you before Monday.” Ember watched Sasha’s eyes widen. “That was your plan, right?” She shook her head. “No. I won’t have your back on Sunday. See you on Monday.”

Ember walked away. The other woman stood irate until Ember rounded a corner.

Then all hell broke loose.

Sasha threw everything she could get her hands on. Chairs. Papers. She tipped over the steel frame, ignoring the people it almost landed on. They all stayed back as she let out a harsh scream.

When her lungs finally gave out, she brushed back her hair with a huff. “What are you looking at?” She pushed past a bewildered techie. Ready for battle. With anybody.

“Excuse me, Mr. Ziggler?” You rushed to catch up and nearly bumping into his partner, Drew McIntyre. Not that it was a bad thing. “Um, you guys have a match tonight to become number one contenders for the tag team champions. What are your thoughts on your opponents for the evening?”

Dolph sniggered. “The ‘Authors of Pain’?” He smiled up at Drew. “They just got here and they think they even deserve a chance at the titles? Whew. The audacity.” He eyed you up and down, making you clear your throat and shift your attention to Drew.

“Mr. McIntyre, they have shown themselves to be incredibly strong. Do you foresee any problems in keeping up-“

“Keepin’ up? Lass, they will be the ones strugglin’ to keep up. We ‘ave years of experience an’ it has served us well.”

“They don’t stand a chance,” Dolph added. He stepped closer to you and laid his hand on your shoulder. “Speaking of chance….”

“Mr. Ziggler?” You eyed him warily.

“Dolph, please. Life is a game of chance, don’t you think? So what about this bet: we win I get to take you out to dinner. If we lose I have to settle for your number?”

You shuddered and took a step back. “I only gamble with my money, Mr. Ziggler, never with my life. Good luck in your match.” Dolph had kept his hand on your shoulder, so you pushed it off and walked away hoping he wouldn’t try to talk to you after the match.

It looked like it was going to be unlikely. New or not, the Authors of Pain did a great job of keeping the veterans on their toes. They weren’t as fast as Dolph, but they were sturdy and hitting them was like hitting a brick wall. The sturdiness carried into fighting Drew, with Akam surprising Drew with a suplex.

You considered taking them a collection of cookies when they pinned your unwanted suitor.  

The last match of the night had been set up between Finn Balor and Bobby Lashley. Something about wanting to show off in a past versus future of the company match. It was mostly going to be for show with nothing to be gained except for pride, so you answered when the stage manager was looking for someone to interview Roman.

You found him packing up his stuff at a hall convergence. Seth and Dean walking away in the background. “Hey, Roman.”

He dropped his stuff and answered you with a smile. “Hey, Y/N. What can I answer for you this evening?”

“I’m kinda wondering what you’re going to be doing for Extreme Rules. Seth has got his extreme match with Elias, and Dean has one with Kevin Owens. Dana hasn’t completely caught me up, but as far as I know, this is your first pay-per-view without a match in… a while if not ever.”

He nodded. “Yeah, it is. I mean, the night’s not over… and I have to say I might actually be looking forward to getting to just enjoy a show for once. And it’s not like I won’t have anything to do. I’ve got my brothers to root for, to have their backs if they ask.” He chuckled. “I’m going to be there anyway, even if technically I’ve got the night off.”

“You guys really are like brothers,” you asked with a hushed voice. Sounded nice.

“Yeah, we are.” He gave your shoulder a slight nudge. “How’s the training coming?” He grinned as you perked up.

“It’s going great. Thanks for your help, by the way. I don’t think I could handle a whole match by myself or anything, but I can watch my back. I think.”

“That’s good. Have you-“

You were grabbed from behind and Roman was pushed into the wall. Jinder punched at Roman’s torso until he fell. Then he continued with kicks. Seth and Dean came running up and were able to pull Jinder away for their own attack.

The ruckus had summoned a series of security guards and an irritated Kurt Angle. He stood between Jinder and the Shield. “What are you doing? You can’t just do whatever you want.”

“That’s not what you said about Braun earlier.”

Kurt grit his teeth. “I explained by choice then. You were already crossing the line. Braun’s actions more or less pushed you back across it. Or I thought they did.” Roman surged forward, making Kurt struggle to push him back. “This has got to stop. Roman, you go one way, and Jinder you go the other way. I’ve got something to announce before the last match.”

Roman and Jinder stared each other down.

“Roman?” you squeaked. He looked back at you and stood down. Jinder was smirking, so you glared at him. “Jinder,” you said darkly. His forehead scrunched up, but he did leave. Kurt headed towards Gorilla.

“Hey,” Dean caught your attention. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” You looked back at Sunil, whom nobody had seemed to notice yet. “I’m fine.” You hugged yourself and picked at the fabric of your sleeves. Did you really just-

“Hey,” Dean said softly. He looked at you, trying to look past the mask you’d built. He opened his arms to talk, but you stepped into his chest. Like clockwork relearning how to tick, his arms closed around your shoulders. Dean relaxed into the hug as you did. Your stomach felt like it was full of butterflies, but not quite. More like finding the missing piece to a thousand-piece puzzle. The one from the center that completed the picture and made you feel accomplished. The last one right before you took the puzzle apart to start a brand new one. One that hopefully wouldn’t be missing anything. Dean broke into your thoughts. “You okay, ladybug?”

“Yeah.” You took a deep breath and stepped away. “You guys were packing up. Didn’t mean to keep you from that.”

Seth snorted. “Don’t worry about it. Jinder did the interrupting. Not you.”

It made you smile. “Still, I don’t want to hold you back. I’ll see you guys Sunday.” You gave them a hesitant wave and left for Gorilla to catch Kurt’s announcement.

Kurt went out with no music. “On Monday Night Raw, superstars are supposed to settle their differences in the ring. It’s to keep backstage free from becoming dangerous for everyone involved in making the show happen every week. That is why I am setting the last Raw match at Extreme Rules between Jinder Mahal, Braun Strowman, and Roman Reigns. That match will be a triple threat number one contender’s match for who will get to face Brock Lesnar for the Universal Championship.” He sighed while the crowd reacted. “Hopefully this will clear things up. Now for our main event.”

Finn Balor’s music started before Kurt could get off the stage. He was beaming and carrying his briefcase. He would end up winning against Bobby Lashley, each wrestler impressed by the other in a rare clean ending for Raw.

Part 10: Unfortunate Circumstances (Extreme Rules)

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I Am In Your Hands

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Paper cuts in the library inspire Loki to try something new with the Reader in the bedroom.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, knife play, slight bloodplay

Word Count: 1360

Note: I have to admit I’ve never tried this, but after all the fics I read to write this I might have to. Please be safe and only do knife play with someone you absolutely trust. And unless you have magic, be sure to have a clean-up plan included in your aftercare. If you want to be included on any of my tag lists, just let me know. And my requests are always open. Enjoy!

“Ouch.” You sucked on your finger and glared at the offending page that had attacked you. It was a beautiful illuminated text, but apparently dangerous to read. You reached out for another bandage.

A cool hand wrapped around your wrist. It pulled your injury up to equally cool lips that placed a chaste kiss upon it.

“Are we enjoying our reading, love?” Loki sucked on your finger like you had and bandaged it for you.

“Hmm,” you nodded. “It’s interesting and valuable to my work. But I wasn’t expecting a battle.” Loki stood behind you and rubbed across your shoulders and around your neck. You leaned back into his touch. It was blissful, but you pushed him away with a sigh. “I am almost finished, darling.”

Loki chuckled in disbelief. “If you do not come to our chambers soon, I will be forced to come to carry you off. Either rescue yourself in time, or I will steal you away.” He pushed your hair to one side and kissed the juncture of your neck, warm and slow. “Do not keep me waiting.”

You did not. Final notes and tomorrow’s work laid out, you left the library and stopped just outside the bedchamber doors.

“Come in, Love.”

With a smile, you pushed open the doors. You paused, confused when you could not find Loki. The doors closed. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Something sharp ran up your arm, then across your shoulder blades. It sliced through the back of your gown, which dropped to the floor with a whisper.

“Just say the word, Darling, and we can do something else.” Loki pressed into your back, trapping his length between you. He pulled his knife up your thigh, waiting for your answer. You replied by guiding him to run the knife up through the valley of your breasts. He growled and turned you around to take your breath away. He guided you back until your legs bumped into the edge of the bed. He released your mouth and stared at your bruised lips. After nosing across your cheekbones, he gave you a gentle push so you fell back onto the bed.

“And what inspired this?” you asked.

“You had been cut so many times today already, I thought we could try making some more pleasurable ones.” Loki stepped to one side and ran the blade up the inside of your thigh. “They won’t stay.” He brought the blade to his own skin. It gave off a faint green hue from tip to pommel, proving its Seidr origin. He gave the blade enough pressure to break through his skin. It bled a few drops, then disappeared in a shimmer of green.

“I am in your hands.”

Loki licked his lips.

You let out a shuddered gasp as he twirled the point around your breasts. Over and under and up to go around your nipples. When he flattened the cold blade against them, they hardened. You fought against pressing your thighs together, though you failed to hide the roll of your hips. Loki moved to sit by your hip so he could lean over you.

“Do you like that pet?” Before you could reply, he brought the blade next to your face. You had to remain still. Loki smiled at your lack of action. He dragged the flat of it across your bottom lip. The sharp edges caught the light and made you shiver as he pulled it across your cheek until his thumb was on your chin. Dutifully, you opened your mouth, gently sucking on his thumb when it was offered. Loki’s length twitched in his lap, but he was being very patient.

Every nerve was on high alert. But your body could not tell the difference between the danger and your arousal. They danced like one and the same, making your blood burn cold.

Loki continued to play, searching for the places where you reacted the most. By the tilt of his head, you knew he had a plan. It was revealed to you when Loki suddenly shifted to position himself between your legs. He pulled you to the end of the bed so he could kneel comfortably on the mattress, while your legs would be spread wide and your feet barely touching the floor. He braced himself on either side of your hips, keeping the knife out of the way for now. With each tempting thrust, he coated his length in your ready slit. Then he worked into you inch by glorious inch. His eyes rolled back, his mouth fell open, and his chest stuttered with a gentle heaving. When he had recovered, he gave you a sly dark smirk.

“Let’s play a little game, shall we?” He looked at the blade closely, then trailed it up your side where he knew you were ticklish. It gave you the strange sensation of wanting to shy away and lean in to feel more. As he pulled it across your abdomen, your walls contracted around his length and he gave a triumphant chuckle. “Just like that, love.” He lazily twirled the tip around your nipple again, shuddering as your body reacted. “Just like that.”

He knew you. Knew every spot where he could kiss to make you moan. Grasp and bruise you to make you arch into his touch. Where to blow cool air against your skin to make you shiver. He visited those points now with the knife. Shadowing over them until you whined for the touch of metal. Bearing down on them just above breaking your skin. Before long, you had thin red welts similar to the ones he would give you with his fingernails. But these felt different. More aflame.

You could barely see straight. Release was just out of reach. Your skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat; so was Loki’s. He held onto his composure, which left you more room to lose your mind in the pleasure. At one point he had pinned you to the bed, preventing you from moving towards the blade. That hand now pulled you up so he could kiss you. You scratched your nails down his back, leaving your own marks. Loki returned the favor by pulling the knife over your spine. Your body arched into his.

“Please, Loki,” you whispered.

“What do you desire, Y/N? You can come any time you like.” He leaned your head one way so he could suck on the juncture of your neck.

“Cut me.”

“What was that?” he hummed.

You whimpered. “Cut me, Loki,” you begged. “Anywhere.”

He pushed you back onto the sheets and stared at your body. His eyes raked over the work he had already done as if he was looking for a blank space on a painter’s canvas. He found what he was looking for.

You tilted your head back as the knife grazed across your collarbones. It trailed up and circled your neck as if tracing a tight necklace. When it reached the mark Loki had sucked, he gave you one last look of askance. Your voice was broken and strung out.

“Yes.”

He nicked your skin. There was a slight sting that made you grimace, but it made your heart thunder in our chest. Loki watched your eyes close and your hands fist in the sheets. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around your wound, sucking on it.

That was enough.

You screamed. Loki held you close while you shivered through the aftershocks, letting you rock your hips. You finally stilled, panting. When you opened your eyes, Loki was beaming down at you.

“Stunning.”

Still, your skin felt like it was on fire. You rocked your hips up, confused when Loki pressed his hand to your stomach to stop you. “But you haven’t come yet, my king.” You squealed as he flipped you to sit on top of him. He guided your hands to his chest and a wave of green passed like a warm wave over your body, healing your lesions. He relaxed further into the bed. His knife disappeared. Another one showed up between your hands on his chest.

“I am in your hands.”

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Scruff

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Steve comes back from an undercover mission where he couldn’t shave. The reader is excited to experience the extra pleasure it brings.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, uniform kink (?), dirty talk, teasing, open ending

Word Count: ~1460

Note: Felt the need for Steve. I’m still trying to work on my dirty talk, so please let me know if I’m doing okay (or if I’m improving if you’ve read my other stuff.) Leve me a comment or a note if you reblog. Likes are great too. Let me know if you’ve got an idea for a fic, or if you would like to be added to a tag list. Now please enjoy!

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The clock couldn’t tick fast enough. You were practically bouncing on your heels watching the seconds and minutes creep by until Steve would be home.

Three months.

Three months undercover on the other side of the world. No communication. No intel coming in until the end of the mission. No time for pleasantries when it did. It was a success, of course, but then came the extra few days to wrap everything up, and the paperwork to do at the local base, and then the long flight back to the tower.

You knew he would be tired. You worried that something might have happened and stirred up old hurts. You feared the nightmares that might come, waking you both up with his cold sweats and shouts in the darkness.

But you also looked forward to working out post-mission adrenaline.

Finally, you heard the tell-tale sound of the crew filing out of the garage. Tony was proudly talking about some invention of his that had worked “perfectly.”

“Yes. Right up to where it blew up in our faces.” Barton scurried past you towards the kitchen. “Sweet chocolate chip cookies and good coffee, how I’ve missed you.”

You chuckled and stood on your tip toes looking for Steve. Your eyes glanced right over him at first before landing on the new addition to his face.

“How’d this come to be?” You grinned and walked over to run your hand over the rough growth. Mentally, you took note to the arousal blossoming within you.

Steve leaned into your hand and pulled you close. “I’ve got a face that kinda sticks out. It wasn’t the best plan to wear glasses all the time. Tony suggested that I grow it out.”

He steadied you as you stood on your tip toes. “Don’t tell him,” you whispered in his ear, “but he’s a genius.”

“I’ll be sure to keep that secret,” he laughed.

“What secret?” Tony asked poking his head around the corner.

“Nothing,” you both replied in unison. After Tony went his own way you gave Steve’s scruff a slight tug, grinning wickedly as his slight groan.

“I bet this will feel good.”

Steve looked down at you quizzically. His eyes glittered and darkened as he placed his hand over yours still resting on his face. “I bet it will.” You shrieked as he lifted you over his shoulder and carried you to his room. It was next to yours, but you spent more time in his than your own.

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Just as Sweet

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Of course, Steve’s birthday falls on Independence Day, but it’s hard to find some presents when everything is decked out in red, white, and blue.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: Cursing, food mention, SMUT, thigh riding, orgasm denial

Word Count: 1800

Note: Whew. Haven’t written anything this smutty in a while. Happy Independence Day America, and Happy Birthday to Steve Rogers! Please let me know if you enjoyed it by commenting (keyboard smashes are my favorite), liking and reblogging.

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Dammit.

You backed into the shelving as another group of excited school children scurried down the aisle. Just about every child in the old-fashioned mercantile store was running around with streamers and various ‘safe’ fireworks. Safe in that if lit they wouldn’t explode, but they could still catch the rickety building on fire. You moved on after a mother gave you an apologetic smile and herded the children out of the way. With a little more obstacle jumping that would rival some missions in the field, you made it to the owner’s office in the back corner. He ushered you in and shut the door quickly to block out the din outside.

“Miss Y/N, I presume?” His white whiskers wiggled as he chuckled at your ruffled appearance. “I’m sorry it was so difficult to get to the office. We’re always crazy this time of year.”

“It’s not a problem; it means you’re still doing well after being open for almost a hundred years. Speaking of, were you able to find the…”

“Yes, ma’am.” He walked behind his desk and took out a small box wrapped in brown paper. “It was a Dickens to find, even for me. I’m glad someone is still making this stuff though.” He handed you the box and mirrored your smile just as brightly.

“Thank you so much. He’s going to be so surprised.”

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Dirty Lips

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When Y/N introduces a swear jar to the team, Steve takes it upon himself to fill it all by himself.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, dirty talk, smut, oral (Male receiving), begging, name calling

Word Count: ~1700

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Natasha giggled when she walked into the room and saw you surrounded by craft supplies. “How’s the project going?”

“Fine,” you answered, focusing on measuring a length of ribbon. “It’s almost done.” With a flick of your wrist, you wrapped it around the jar you painted and tied it into a bow. “There.” You marched into the common room where the rest of the team was relaxing after dinner.

Well. “Relaxing” is relative. Clint and Thor were engrossed in a video game while Tony was “upgrading” their VR system. Rhodey was watching him and shaking his head, hiding a tool behind his back. Banner sat in a corner reading. Sam and Bucky were laughing with Steve over stories.

Wanda looked up from her conversation with Vision and grinned. “What do you have there, Y/N?”

Natasha answered for you. “A swear jar.”

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Family Found Part 8: Focused on Alignments

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Dean comes to help Roman after a minute-alliance goes south. The Reader expresses her fears for Dean to Seth and gets pulled further into the tension between Sasha and Bayley.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, intense promo work

Word Count: 2680

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Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 7: Help From All Sides

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July 2, 2018 – Monday Night Raw – Sioux Falls, South Dakota

“Braun Strowman and Roman Reigns have no respect for the Modern Day Maharaja.” Jinder glared at the crowd as they booed him. “Every dirty trick they use is an example of their lack of dignity.” He smiled and pressed a hand to his chest. “But I can put Braun’s actions from last week, and Roman’s continued disgrace behind me… if there is an apology.”

Even Sunil groaned. Nobody believed such a thing would happen. And yet, the bass of Roman’s music sounded. He came out much to everyone’s surprise and lifted a mic to his lips.

“An apology? An apology.” Roman shook his head. “Jinder, all that you have gotten is what you have deserved. Every dirty trick,” Roman quoted, “was a mirror of what you and your reconnaissance man do every match you have. Unless… the apology you were talking about was going to be coming from you and Sunil?” Roman smiled with the challenge.

Jinder shouted at him from the stage. He grabbed Sunil by his shirt collar before he could jump up onto the ropes. He sputtered and fumed. “Me? Apologize to you. No. A Maharaja does not apologize to the likes of you. A failure. To yourself and to your legacy.”

Roman ignored that last bit. “Fine. But you should really reconsider apologizing to Braun.” He made a show of looking past Jinder to the floor on the other side of the ring.

As everyone’s attention was shifted to that side, Braun stepped into the light and stepped up onto the apron. Jinder and Sunil backed away, two seconds from freezing in fear while Braun stepped over the top rope. Jinder threw Sunil in Braun’s direction and escaped to the floor. Keeping his attention on the ring was a mistake. By the time he turned to face the ramp, he was speared by Roman and then tossed back into the ring. Braun threw Sunil up in the air and let gravity take its course. Jinder looked up as Braun’s boot stopped right in front of his face. He grappled for the bottom rope, but Braun hauled him over his shoulder anyway. A few seconds later Jinder was as motionless as Sunil. Roman moved into the ring to gloat.

Michael Cole made some comment about a possible future team a few seconds too early.

Braun kicked Roman in the stomach and then hauled him up too. He roared to the crowd over Roman’s still jerking body. He was about to lift him up again when Dean’s guitar riff cut through the air.

Dean came running down to the ring at a breakneck pace. He kicked the monster down a bit then jumped up on his back for the tightest sleeper-hold he could manage. His attention flicked to a far corner and he quickly slid off before Roman came up with a spear.

Jinder and Sunil were long gone before Braun rolled out of the ring. He left the way he came so there wouldn’t be an altercation in Gorilla. That was perfectly fine with the last men standing. The Shield brothers celebrated for a moment like no time had passed.

“No. No. No. This… uhuh.” Kevin Owens came out onto the stage. His eyes kept a lookout for Braun, but he directed the rest of his energy to the ring. “You really shouldn’t be doing that Dean. You’ve got other issues to deal with. I’m not finished proving to you that you’re not ready to really come back.”

Dean took the mic Roman handed to him. “I’ve been back for weeks, my man.”

“Yeah, and what have done since then? You managed to piss off Baron again, and that didn’t go well. The old Dean Ambrose would have fought everyone in the locker room by now. You? You’ve had what… two? Three opponents? You are not one hundred percent. I, on the other hand, am doing just fine. I’m going to finish you off, then I’m coming for you, Roman. If Braun and Jinder don’t render you useless first.”

“You keep my brother’s name out of your mouth, Kevin.” Dean paced back and forth. “You want to try to break me? Come on then, right here right now is a good a time as any.” He tossed down the mic and spread his arms. Roman stepped back to lean in a corner and watch the show.

Kevin took a few steps forward, then shook his head. “You want to know why I’m not going to do that? You want to know why Dean? It’s because you’re already broken. Yeah. You left and the WWE has moved on. I took you out with a few chair strikes last week. The old you would have kept on swinging. Well, not like you’ve ever been able to see chairs coming.” He smirked, proud of that last ribbing. He should have been terrified of the results.

Dean picked up the mic, stopped his pacing and stood square. “I’m broken? Yeah, I’m broken. Nothing new. By the end of every match I’ve ever been in I usually am. Chairs, tables, ladders, chains, razors, glass? They don’t break me. Just flesh wounds. What breaks me is guys like you walking around like you own the place when you can’t stay in the ring and face the end like a man. Winning, losing, none of that matters to me. Getting to beat cowards like you into pulp? Now that’s winning. I don’t need any of those things to beat you, but you want to use chairs? Fine. Disqualification can’t save you. I’m broken? Damn right I am. And it’s what you’re gonna be before Extreme Rules is over!” He grinned towards Kevin’s horrified face. “I’ll see you at Extreme Rules.”

While Kevin scurried to the back, you turned to Seth for his pre-match interview.

“Another week, another open challenge for the fighting champion. Your matches have been a little… hectic here of late, but do you ever worry about your Shield partners? Dean did just get back from injury. Do you think there is a risk of another?” You wanted to ask him about Dean personally and get a personal answer, but keeping the distance between you and your cousin was keeping you out of trouble so far.

“I’m not worried for either of them. If they need help, we usually ask each other for backup. I would have been out there if Roman or Dean needed me. And Dean is made of lunacy and adrenaline. He’s going to be here until the last possible second.” Seth shifted the belt higher on his shoulder and waited for your next question.

“Who do you think is going to answer the challenge tonight? Many have, but you’ve still got the Intercontinental Championship. Can you see anyone challenging you for it at Extreme Rules?”

Seth laughed. “Oh, yeah. There’s one name in mind, but he’s being dramatic and hasn’t stepped up yet. Tonight, I might give him a little push to get a rile out of ‘im. Either way, if things go according to plan, Extreme Rules will get to see me walk in as champion, and walk out as champion. Just like every week.” Seth nodded and turned to walk away but saw your nervousness. “And don’t worry about Dean. He’s going to be just fine. Kevin Owen’s the one who should be worried.”

It made you feel slightly better. But not by much.

“Ladies and gentlemen: Elias.”

He strummed a little then paused for applause. “There are no words for how much I hate this wanna-be oasis in the desert.” He ignored the instant disapproval. “You probably thought you came here to see a bunch of men and women fight. No. This right here, me; I am the real main event. After all, WWE stands for? Walk with Elias.” He smiled as they got it. “Okay, but words or not, you all still need to hear this. My music will heal your dried-up souls and guide you to a real life. If this music doesn’t save the lot of you, nothing will. Now I need you to silence your cell phones, hold your applause, and shut your mouths.”

Sioux Falls was doomed to be lost because they never heard the song. They didn’t seem to mind, though, going by how loud they shouted ‘burn it down’ with Seth’s entrance. He waltzed out with a mischievous smirk on his face. He gave Elias a shrug from the apron then continued his usual actions around the ring.

Elias left with a huff and a tight grip around the neck of his guitar.

“Alright. You guys know the drill. Who’s coming out tonight?” Seth held his belt high and waited.

It would have been Zack Ryder, but he barely made it five steps onto the step before Seth and the audience was shouting for him to watch his back. Zack turned around just in time to catch Elias’s guitar. He was mostly injured in his forearms, but it was enough to keep him from answering the challenge. Elias continued to the ring in his stead, carrying his splintered guitar with him.

He waited for the bell to ring at least before swinging the mess of wood and strings. Seth ducked the first time, but the immediate return swing caught him on the side of the head. Elias followed after him with kicks as Seth stumbled. The ref called for the bell, ruling Seth the winner by disqualification.

“Is that enough of a step up for you, Rollins?” Elias kicked him out of the ring. He watched as the ref helped the battered champion to his feet and handed him the belt. “Or was it too dramatic for you?”

Seth was confused. Why would Elias throw his chance like that? Was he going to let him disrespect him like that? There was only one more week before Extreme Rules. Perhaps he could still get the match he wanted and give Elias his due diligence for this week’s attack. Seth left the arena with a knowing smile and went to find Kurt Angle.

The night was wrapping up. You were in the back about to interview Bayley and Ember Moon. “You two seem to have become close friends. When can we expect you guys to team up, and who would you like to be in a match against?”

“Ooooh,” Bayley awed. “The Riott Squad is always looking for a fight.”

Ember nodded. “Mhmm. Agreed. But I kinda want to see what we could do against Natalya and Rousey. Though I don’t know how much this friendship could last if the Women’s Championship is on the line in the future.”

“In such matches, every woman for herself.” Bayley nudged Ember. “No hard feelings.”

You bit your lip. “Speaking of which, how have you been, Bayley, since Sasha’s… twist of alliance two weeks ago?”

“Who cares?” Sasha walked up behind you and trapped you in the circle. “This is a business, and two weeks ago was business. I have to admit, it didn’t work out like I wanted too. It’s Raw though; when does it ever?” Sasha smiled at Bayley. “No hard feelings, right?” She nudged Bayley in front of you, but Bayley flinched.

“Not this time Sasha. I can forgive a lot of things, and I have. But you’ve shown your true face, and quite loudly. You can make all the alliances you like, but you won’t make another one with me. Never again. I’m tired of getting stabbed in the back.”

Sasha pushed past you and got in Bayley’s face. “My true face? What about yours? Hugs and smiles and never stepping up to take what you want because you’ll hurt someone. You can’t let your true self through because you built up such a façade. At least I own who I am. I’m a woman who knows what I want and I will get it. But your… façade is in my way. I could have been part of a team with the likes of champions like Natalya and Rousey. You think I’ve stabbed you in the back? What about every time you let me down? Came up short and cost me? I will be the Raw Women’s Champion again, and I will cut through anybody who stands in my way. Like you, at Extreme Rules, if you think you can handle it.”

Bayley scoffed. “You’re thinking it’s going to be a quick match. Typical. You can’t see past my non-existent façade because you can’t see past your own prejudice of the world.” Bayley stepped to stand toe to toe with her. “I will see you there. And the Bayley you will finally see will be the one who has always been here. But now she’ll be against you. And you won’t be able to get up off the mat.”

A techie flagged you down. The second to last match was about to start. “Um, Sasha. Your match against Alexa and Mickie James? Who is your partner?”

Ember stepped back into the fray. Bayley looked shocked. “She asked me earlier.”

“We are teaming up to whittle down the competition for number one contender,” Sasha quipped. “If you hadn’t cost me everything, I would’ve been there by now. Thankfully,” she threw her arm over Ember’s shoulder, “there are new reliable women in the division.”

Ember looked back as Sasha walked away with her. Bayley looked after them clenching and unclenching her fists, but also breathing wearily on Ember’s behalf.

There was a match between the Authors of Pain and Titus World Wide before the main event. Ember was waiting outside of Gorilla for Sasha when Dana got her attention.

“Best of luck out there tonight. Heads up, the best time to get Alexa is when she has a tantrum. The more you irritate her, the more mistakes she makes.”

“Thanks.” Ember attached her hood, thinking Dana was done.

Dana tapped her shoulder again. “And one more thing, if you’ve got a second.”

“Sure. Any statistics you can give me on opponents would be great.”

“It’s… it’s not about your opponent. It’s about your partner.” Dana shifted her weight and took off her glasses. “Sasha has… a history of turning on people. As long as her plan works, you will be her best friend and you’ll get as many opportunities as Kurt can give us. Once you’re useless, she drops you.” She lightly laid her hand on Ember’s shoulder before the war goddess could speak. “Take it from someone who’s been in a similar situation, the crash and burn ending is not worth it. So, watch your back out there tonight. Like Sasha keeps pointing out, it’s all business.” She nodded and moved out a few seconds before Sasha showed up.

“What’d she want?”

“Nothing.” Ember flipped up her hood. “Let’s do this.”

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Sasha and Ember were successful and sealed their singles match for who would become the number one contender after Extreme Rules. Like in matches past, Ember brought down the target with an Eclipse, and Sasha locked in the Bank Statement for the tap and win.

Bayley watched from commentary, silent for the last few minutes of the match.

The ref raised Sasha’s hand and she raised up Ember’s. But Ember didn’t celebrate. According to every woman in the locker room, she had just painted a giant target on her back. And was going to make sure she didn’t turn it in Sasha’s direction. She left the ring alone. Walked up the ramp alone. And kept Sasha in her sights all the way until she slipped backstage.

Bayley also had her eyes on Sasha. The Boss was more than happy to have that effect on the women.

“She knows what she wants,” Bayley finally said. “Ember’s going to need to watch her back next week. And she’s going to get her revenge from me at Extreme Rules. But she better watch out. Not all of the Boss’s plans go off without a hitch.”

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Spell-Bound

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As a defense against demons, the Reader comes up with an Enochian spell. Cas suggests testing it on him. It works, but you also find another steamier use.

Pairing: Castiel x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, bondage (sorta?)

Word Count: 1430

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If you hadn’t thought Sam had the library bugged, you would have thrown the book across the room. You’d been staring at it so long the letters were starting to blur together.

“Y/N?” Cas was suddenly sitting across from you.

“Cas! Can you please not do that?” You took a deep breath to cool off your adrenaline. “I thought you were on the case with the boys?”

He nodded. “Yes. But they are finishing up and will head out in the morning.” He leaned forward and looked over the book. “Light reading?” His head tilted in confusion when you sighed. “What’s wrong?”

“I-“

Were you really going to tell him? Yes. Yes, you were.

“I’m trying to come up with a spell that will pin something to… somewhere. Like the demons do to us. We can’t put demon traps everywhere, and they aren’t any good against a spontaneous attack. I don’t trust Latin or Arimathean, or even Sanskrit, so I’m trying to better my Enochian.”

He nodded sagely. “That sounds like a good idea. But I take it from your earlier prayer of frustration that it is not going well.”

You looked off into the room with a blush. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to call you. The… lack of progress got to me I guess.”

“I am always attuned to your emotions.” He cleared his throat. “And Dean’s and Sam’s too, of course.”

“Of course.” The dry pages rustled as you rubbed them between your fingers in the silence.

“Would… would you like some… help?” He drummed on the table while you hummed in confusion. “For making an Enochian spell, the key thing is getting the rhythm right and purpose right. What you’ve got written down is too much. All that text ensures success, but with enough effort behind it, you only need a few words. You’re half a step away. Would you like… my… help to make the spell?”

You bit your lips. “I would appreciate that.”

Cas flicked around to sit beside you. He guided you through the book and helped you whittle down your work. Several hours later he had shed his coat and had rolled up his sleeves. He stood on the far side of the library, waiting to try out the spell. You read the few words, holding one hand towards him though your sight was focused on the scrap paper. Then you heard a soft ‘oompf.’ Cas was against the far wall a few feet off the ground and smiling.

“See? It works.” He landed on his feet as you lowered your hand. “Now read it like you mean it.” He stopped your worries with a calm hand. “You won’t hurt me.” He stepped closer and nodded for you to try again.

This time you brought up the memory of your last run-in with a demon. The adrenaline, the helplessness, the rage of the hunt was enough to send Cas flying backward. He twisted around a bookcase and slid across the floor until his back was against a wall.

“Cas!” You dropped your hand and rushed over to him. “Are okay?” You tried to help him away from the wall, but he flinched as you touched his back. “Sorry. Let me take a look at the damage?” You eased him out of his shirt, flinching yourself when you saw the bruises. “Oh, Cas-“

“I’m fine… see?”

You looked down again and watched the bruises fade away from under your fingertips. Relieved, you pulled your hands away, but Cas took them in his.

“Don’t stop. Please.” His thumb rubbed over your knuckles. You never noticed how warms his hands were before. “I think the same about yours.” He let you go. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to read your mind.”

“Right now, I don’t mind. What am I thinking right now?” Hoping it wasn’t too forward, you pictured his hands spread across your bare shoulders. Yours scratching down his back. Twirling fingers in each other’s hair.

Cas closed his eyes to watch and hummed. “If I would like to share that with you… can I earn it with another test?”

“You’ve already earned it.” With a hesitant breath, you leaned down and lightly brushed your lips against his. His fingers weaved into your air and your felt the room spin. When it had settled, another brush of air alerted you to your lack of clothes. Cas broke away from the kiss and gasped to see you.

His hands reached up to cup your breasts. He thumbed over your nipples, making you gasp. You arched into his touch as he tugged your peak between his teeth. His nails trailed up your thighs, leaving light lines in their wake. You bucked and pleaded for him not to tease. Cas simply chuckled. But he answered your cry with easing a digit into your heat and moaning at the wetness he found. His slow strokes and curls pulled whimpers from your lips but left your release simmering just out of reach. You dug your nails into his back. Cas growled.

“You feel so good, Y/N. Clamping down already. I’ve wanted this… I’ve wanted you for a long time. I will give you everything if you can only be a little patient.”

He was shocked when you flipped him to his back.

“I’ve been waiting too. I will not be patient.” You fought to stay on top as Cas tried to flip again. He was playing with you, making it seem like you had control when he could use his powers at any second. You could handle that. Using the same mental images you’d shown him, and the rising arousal inside you, you flattened your hands on his chest and spoke in Enochian.

Cas’s hands were caught on either side of his head and his body was taunt beneath you. He laughed, his chest rumbling under your touch. “Y/N, I am a celestial being. Sooner or later, I will… reciprocate.”

“I look forward to it.”

You began to slide back and forth across his torso. His length was trapped between his stomach and your slick. You shivered each time the head bumped into your clit. You read somewhere that there are over eight thousand nerve endings in a clit; with Cas trapped under you and his cock still driving you wild, it felt like double that. You shifted your weight and kept one hand on his chest so you could guide his cock into your heat. Your eyes closed in bliss as you sank. Cas moaned with you, quaking when you came to rest on his thighs.

“Y/N-“ He gasped and strained against the spell. It wavered as your walls fluttered. “You feel so perfect, Y/N.” He grunted, and his hips trembled under you.

You raised up and sank back down slow. Your head lolled to your shoulder, and your mouth fell open as you continued. Your nails dug into his chest as you picked up speed. Each time your blood crackled with desire, the air seemed to shimmer. You kept your eyes on Cas. He was panting hard and curling and uncurling his fists. His eyes were half-lidded and his skin had a thin sheen of sweat.

“Cas-“ you sighed.

Cas opened his eyes. They were bright, glowing just beneath the surface. You wanted to see more of that, so you slammed down on his cock as fast as you could.

It was right there. You cried out as Enochian letters glowed under your hand then fractured out. You came when they glowed the brightest before the fade. Cas could move again, and he grabbed your hips first. Your toes were still curling from the first orgasm as he thrust through it. It was hard to breathe, but Cas got you there. He let out a shuddered and jumbled flow of words then pinned your hips to his. Your body gave a jolt with each shot of cum to your walls.

He helped you off his hips to lay next to one another. You draped your arm over his chest, breathing to the rise and fall of his chest. You hummed into his skin and let your eyes close in the afterglow.

“Are you tired?” Cas asked.

“Not completely. Why?”

He rocked his head. “The brothers don’t get back until morning.” He watched you intently and you felt a cool wave of grace flow over your body, searching out the places where you were most sensitive. “I have a spell of my own, or two, that I would like to test. May I?”

You hummed. “You may.”

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Welcome to Gotham

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Jason is mid-mission when his wife calls him to meet her at the hospital.

Pairing: Jason Todd (Red Hood) x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: pregnancy, giving birth (off-screen), FLUFF, new-dad Jason

Word Count: 820

Note: This was supposed to come out for father’s day, but I forgot about it with the MitB chapter of Family Found. And I don’t want to write it and just queue it for next year, so here it be. If you really like it, please share it with your friends. Enjoy!

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In the alley below, the side door to a jewelry business was barely illuminated by the street light. Nightwing hovered above on the neighboring building. He glanced over the rest of the alley, but couldn’t see anything but shadow.

“Can you see me?”

“No. If I was supposed to, you wouldn’t be asking.” Nightwing chuckled. “How’s Y/N doing?”

“Ready to pop any day now.” Red Hood paused and Nightwing could hear him reconsidering what he’d said. “Do not tell her I said that.”

Nightwing snorted. “How often have you gotten in the doghouse for-“ He broke off as the alarm sounded and the side door burst open. “The race is-“

“On it.”

Two people came out of the door and flattened themselves against the wall. The cops were still miles away, and Nightwing stayed aloft to see how dramatic his partner could be. Coast clear and itching with adrenaline, the perps rushed for the only exit. Red Hood stepped out of the shadow, blocking their path.

“In a hurry? Why don’t you-“ his pocket began to ring with your ringtone. “Would you… excuse me, please? Hello?”

What was he doing? Nightwing watched amused as Red Hood answered his phone, the two robbers frozen in place.

“Jason,” he heard over the coms. Your voice was strained. “It’s happening. Get over here. It’s happening! Now!”

“Oh no,” he mumbled. “Sorry guys, gotta go. Nightwing, you’ve got this, right?” Jason was on his bike in seconds.

“Yep. How lucky were you guys?” He dropped to finish the arrest.  “Dodged Red Hood only to get snatched up by me?”

He stayed on the line with you the whole time. Alfred ended up driving you to the hospital, but Jason helped keep you mostly calm enough to do the breathing exercises. “In and out, sweetheart.” His breath whistled with his own in and out. “Keep going, Y/N. I’m here. We’ve got this.”

The proud panic in his voice made you smile. It only lasted for a second before a sharp contraction made you cry out. You heard him curse and the sound of his engine getting pushed to the limit.

Alfred took your hand. “Just a little further Ms. Y/N. We’re almost there.”

“I’m going to meet you at the door.” Through the call, you heard cars honking at him.

“Jason,” you pleaded, “you can be late if you get here safely. I want you there in one piece.”

Alfred pulled into the emergency entrance of the hospital. Jason came speeding around another corner and parked his bike in the bushes. He opened the door and tossed his helmet, jacket, and guns into the floorboard at your feet. He lifted you out and carried you towards the doors.

“Let’s get you two inside.” He held your hand as the nurses inside loaded you into a wheelchair and hurried you to a delivery room. You would have laughed to see him wearing scrubs over his gear, but the contractions were hitting faster. “I’m here, Y/N. I’m here.”

Your child was beautiful. Already you could tell they were going to have dark hair like Jason. Their fingers curled around the tip of your pinkie and squirmed in their sleep. Jason stood at your side, stroking your hair and occasionally kissing the top of your head. He thought they looked like you. You thought they looked like both of you.

The nurse noticed your eyes drooping and handed your baby to Jason after sitting him down. You laid back and fought off sleep for a little while longer. Jason was smiling. At your child. At you. It was a small smile, but every emotion he was feeling glowed on his face. You were just drifting off to sleep when he started whispering to them.

“Your mom’s worn out, but we can talk for a bit right? Welcome to Gotham, kiddo. It’s full of crazy and darkness. But for you, it’s also full of family. All your uncle and aunt robins, and Bruce. Does that make him grandpa? He’ll love that. And Uncle Alfred is family too. Then there’s me. Your dad.” Jason sighed. “Heads up, I’m not perfect. None of us are, but you’ve got the best village Gotham has to offer.”

You cracked your eyes open and saw Jason moving his finger back and forth with their fist curled around it.

“I’m not going to let anything or anyone hurt you. Or your mom. You two are my world.” Jason leaned down and kissed the top of their head. “Goodnight. We’ll be here when you wake up. We’ll always be here. I promise.”

Jason handed them to the nurse to take to the nursery, then saw you watching him. You scooched over so he could join you on the cot. He kissed each of your eyelids, then your lips. You barely heard him through the haze of sleep.

“I love you. I always will. I promise.”

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