[Same prompt sent in 5 times, so written as drabbles. All super smutty and to the point. 18+]
Prompt: Could I request some kinky, rough, spanking, Dom Roman sex
280 Words
His name was like a chant. And had been for the whole evening. It was breathier now that you were on top, but he still had the control. You gasped as his hand cracked across your ass again.
“How close are you, baby?” The baritone of his voice rumbled against your hands on his chest.
“So close. But… I don’t know,” you tried to focus enough to speak, “don’t know about another one. Please Roman, come with me.”
He chuckled. “Nah. You teased at dinner. ‘bout made me lose my cool. You want my cum? You gotta work for it. One more, baby girl. Unless you’re not horny anymore?” He removed his hands from your hips.
You slammed down on his cock and squeezed your thighs around his hips as hard as you could. “No, no. Don’t leave. I can do it. Please, Ro, no.” You pressed yourself to his chest. His arms wrapping around you and combing through your hair made you sigh. “Please?”
“Since you asked so nicely…” he helped you back up and took over. His grunts and the force his body was slamming into yours sent you into another quaking orgasm. Roman kept thrusting through it, faltering and chasing until he came to with a hoarse roar. He held you down on his hips until you had every drop. Only then did he let you fall over to lay next to him.
The air was cool compared to your thrumming heat. You shivered. Roman pulled you to his chest, giving you his body heat.
“Get some sleep, Y/N. In the morning, I’m going to finish what you started.” He cupped your face and kissed over your closed eyelids.
Prompt: Could I request some kinky, rough, spanking, Dom Jeff Hardy sex
400 Words
The Hardy complex was vast. Secluded. A sanctuary. The warehouse with the ring was further away than the other buildings. You couldn’t argue with the design. It ensured any yells or shouts from Hardy-branded stunts didn’t terrify the house.
It also ensured total privacy.
“Come on, Y/N; you can do it.” Jeff leaned on the far turnbuckle. You stood on the other side with a stunt rope between you. The original request had been help with learning how to walk the top rope. What you got was a vibrating egg in your pussy and a challenge you could not lose. Jeff had the control in his hand. “When the adrenaline is flowing, you need to focus through it. One wrong step and you’ll either fall four feet or eight. Begin.”
You stepped out onto the rope. Underneath were extra foam blocks to land on. And you had. This time you made it about half-way and Jeff upped the intensity of the egg. You froze and shivered but held your balance. With each step further across the rope, it was harder and harder not to focus. The corner post of your release was two steps away when he set it on the highest setting. Your thighs clamped together and you fell into his arms.
Jeff turned off the egg with a smirk. “That’s four.” He stepped out of the way so you could brace yourself on the top rope. Cool air breezed over your cheeks as he pulled down your ring bottoms and rubbed over the earlier handprints. “Count, then you can try again… unless you give up?” He test smacked your ass and waited for your answer.
“One.” You were not going to lose this challenge. Jeff reached around and felt how wet your bottoms were. Smack. “Two.” He cooed words of encouragement. Words that set your skin aflame. “Three.” He lightly tapped you, denying the hard slap that would send you into orgasm. “Four,” you sighed. You stood up straight and wiggled back into your bottoms. Jeff stepped to the other side of the ring.
“You can either get spanked five times next and we’ll be done… or you can get fucked like you’ve earned. Once more?”
By the grace of the wrestling gods, you made it across without falling and were fucked all around the Hardy ring. Though you would have to wait to show off your new skill until you could walk again.
Prompt: Could I request some kinky, rough, spanking, Dom Baron sex
290 Words
You were waiting in his dressing room after his match. Just the memory of seeing him toss away the vest made you rub your thighs together. But you couldn’t touch. You were probably in enough trouble as it was. Well, maybe you could. Just to the outside of your shorts, along the seam, with your hips doing most of the work. You should not have closed your eyes.
“Getting an early start?” Baron closed and locked the door behind him before leaning back on it. You sheepishly bit on your bottom lip. “Had to tease me before the match in those paint on jeans, and now you’re impatient?” He tsked. “That’s gonna cost you, sweetheart.”
“I was just getting ready?” you offered.
“Hmm.” Baron sat on the couch beside you. “Come here.” He helped you straddle his waist. “Do. Not. Come. Okay?” He sighed when you nodded. “Use your words, please.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Now, count.” He rolled his hips and guided you to do the same.
You were just getting into a pleasing rhythm when the first slap came. “One,” you squeaked. “Two.” It stung, even through your worn-out shorts, but each sent a jolt to your heat. “Three.” Baron kept helping you move as you kept freezing in pleasure. “Four. Oh, Baron,” you whined. “Five.” You slumped forward to rest your head on his shoulder as he stopped and held you in place.
“Did you learn your lesson?”
“Yes, sir. Don’t tease and don’t play.”
“Good girl.” He kissed the side of your head. Then he gripped your hips tighter. “You did so good, Y/N,” he whispered, “now I’m going to pound you through this couch and do to you what I wanted to do half an hour ago.”
Prompt: Could I request some kinky, rough, spanking, Dom Pete Dunne
290 Words
“Come ‘ere.” Pete grabbed your wrist and dragged you into a dark hallway. He faced you towards the wall. Soon he had your shirt above your chest, your breasts spilling from your bra, and your skirt over your hips. “No panties? Usually, that would make you a good girl. But flashing Tyler?” He nipped at the back of your neck. “You’re mine.”
You jumped with the harsh crack you heard before you felt it. The sting made you hiss and oh, so wet.
“Only yours,” you moaned. “But Pete, it was just a breeze. I can’t control the weather.” The silence made you squirm.
“I suppose that is unfair.” He stepped back but you grabbed at him. “But you still want your punishment?” He smirked as you peeked back at him over your shoulder. “I don’t know…”
“Would Tyler enjoy the show if I flash him on purpo-“ you cut off with a yelp as Pete slapped your ass again.
He kicked apart your stance and thrust two fingers into your heat. “Soaked. As you should be.” He leaned in close to your ear and growled, “ev’ry moan, ev’ry quake, ev’ry orgasm that follows will be because of me giving them to you. Are you going to be a good girl and take them?”
You nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please, Pete-“
“Good. Let’s get started.”
His fingers curled and found every place that made you mewl. His other hand found your breasts, rolling the tips between his fingers to edge you on. When your cried began to echo in the hall, he flipped you and covered your mouth with his. He continued fingering you until you clawed at his biceps before going limp. And that was just the beginning.
Prompt: Could I request some kinky, rough, spanking, Dom Aleister Black
320 Words
He was there. Hiding in the dark. Your heart was thundering. Blood burning for him.
“Aleister?”
“Y/N.” His voice was right next to your face. You turned your head, not that you could see anything through the blindfold. He stood behind you, close enough for you to feel the buttons on his suit shirt. His hands grazed up your sides as he nuzzled the back of your neck. “If you are ready, shall we test how your senses are heightened?”
You licked your lips. “I’m ready.”
His fingers trailed across your hip and down your front. He parted your lips, feeling how wet you already were. His other hand kept you from bucking down as he curled one finger into your heat. The following hum of satisfaction made you shiver with pride. He rewarded you with a smack to your ass. It made you gasp and clamp down on his finger. He added a second, curling them and searching. Each time you didn’t cry out with another spank, he brushed over a sensitive place and increased his pace.
Without your sight, you could finally hear the tiniest sounds from him. Sounds you were causing. The slightest deep puffs of air. The sharp intakes when your walls contracted. The almost inaudible growl each time you reacted to a smack.
You could feel everything. His breath on your shoulder, hot and sporadic. The heave of his chest against your back. The sparks you’d never noticed in your toes when he thumbed your clit. The hardness confined in his slacks on your backside. And even though you couldn’t see it, his eyes were on you eclipsed with the darkness that never failed to make you weak in the knees.
“Come, Y/N.”
Voiceless, you called his name and reached back for him to steady yourself. He worked you through the aftershocks. You were catching your breath when he kissed your shoulder.
The Reader further talks her way into trouble with Sasha Banks. The first vengeful steps are taken as things ramp up for Extreme Rules.
Appearances: Sasha Banks, Natalya, Rhonda Rousey, Dean Ambrose, Kevin Owens, Seth Rollins, Bobby Roode, Elias, Roman Reigns, Jinder Mahal, Braun Strowman, Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, bad lyric writing (not my gift)
Word Count: 1960
Note: Sami is out on injury, so I’ve had to write him out. If something is scripted, I’m going to write around it, but injuries challenge me to think on my toes. Any comments or thoughts about this series are greatly appreciated. If you’d like to be added to the tag list or would like to request a fic, don’t hesitate to ask! Please enjoy!
“That’s how you do it… friends.” Sasha’s betrayal replayed on the back screen. As the video faded out, you turned to Sasha herself.
“That was… unexpected what you did last week. Why did you do it, especially when you had originally stated you wanted to show Natalya and Rhonda what ‘true’ friendship was?”
Sasha scoffed. “In this business, there are no friendships, only temporary alliances. Alexa and Nia, Charlotte and Dana, Owens and Jericho, even in your cousin’s team: the Shield.” She covered her mouth in pseudo-alarm. “Or did you know about that yet?”
“Yes, I have been made aware.” You let out a deep breath. “So if you don’t want a friendship with Natalya or Rhonda, you’re wanting an alliance? Do you really think they are going to trust you after what you did to Bayley?”
“They don’t have to trust me forever.” She looked past you and you heard footsteps. “They can break the alliance at any time. No false ties or hiding our true ambitions, just business. Does that sound fair to you two?”
Natalya and Rhonda stepped into the light. You turned the mic toward them to catch their response.
“Actually no, it doesn’t,” Natalya said. She glared at Sasha who snorted in disbelief. “First, you mock us, saying our friendship isn’t true. Then you turn on your friend and… ‘give’ her to Rhonda to pin.”
“Rhonda,” Sasha said, ignoring Natalya, “I’m not saying you’re not capable of a match. Wrestlemania proved you got what you need to succeed here. But your match with Nia…” she grimaced, “you needed some help.”
Rhonda put her hand on her training-buddy’s shoulder. “All anyone has been saying is that I’ve been helped enough. My first match was Wrestlemania, my first singles match was Money in the Bank. If I want a strong footing in this company, I need to actually take Nia’s advise and put in the work. And that means not accepting your… what, exactly? Backup?”
Sasha was bristling. “So that’s a no. Fine. You want to put in the work? How ‘bout you versus me, tonight? Have Natty in your corner, if you must. Neither she nor your arm-lock is going to help you. You will tap out. And it will be quick.” She turned her glare in your direction, making you lean back. Then she was gone with a huff. You took advantage of her absence.
“Thoughts on your impromptu match?”
Rhonda smiled. “Not really. Only I’d like to see her try to beat me. I guess I’m going to see it tonight.”
“Natalya? Any-“
“I’m going to talk to Kurt to make sure it will happen, and that Sasha can’t back out of it. If you want me ringside, I’ll be there. Otherwise, I’m going to enjoy watching her tap from the back.” They started to walk out. “Thanks, Y/N,” she said over her shoulder.
Sasha was waiting for her in the ring. Natalya was watching in a backstage screen. And Rhonda… Rhonda Rousey was having a bit of a standoff in Gorilla. The Riott Squad was blocking her path, but they stepped out of the way eventually. They made sure not even bump her; didn’t want to give her reason to do anything dangerous.
Rhonda was barely inside the ropes before Sasha motioned for the bell to ring. Corey wondered if she was oblivious or all-knowing of the stare-down. She worked quickly to drop Rhonda and injure her lower back. When she thought she had been successful, she twisted into the Bank Statement. Injured or not, Rhonda was able to flip onto Sasha’s back, forcing her to release.
The longer the match went on, the more frustrated Sasha became. She moved with a rage-fueled speed that kept Rhonda constantly on the defense. It also made her more likely to make a mistake.
In a premature moment of gloating, Rhonda caught Sasha and dropped for an arm-lock. Sasha struggled as long as she could but eventually tapped out. She rolled out of the ring fuming. The opponents maintained fierce eye contact during all of Sasha’s exit.
The ring was quickly set up with a tripod and a three-legged stool. Dean moved into the ring, gingerly holding a potted plant. He sat it down on the stool and took a poster board from a techie. The crowd cheered when they read ‘Ambrose Asylum.” He was just about to start his spiel when Kevin Owen’s music interrupted.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Dean said. “There’s no Owens show this week. Did you miss the memo?”
“There wasn’t a memo. And I’m not here to make this the Owens show.” Kevin stepped through the ropes and glanced warily at the plant.
Dean drummed on his mic. “You’re not my guest. Sami Zayn –“
“I’m here on Sami’s behalf.” Kevin grit his teeth and shifted his weight. “I don’t to be here any more than you want me here, but I knew you would spout a bunch of lies when he didn’t show.”
“So he’s not here at all?” Dean looked over his shoulder. “No hiding anywhere?”
“No,” he said impatiently. “Between your buddies Seth and No Way Jose, Sami’s hurt.” Kevin cut Dean off from replying. “You know, Sami and I left Smackdown to escape unfair rulings from unqualified referees. Last week’s match shouldn’t have happened at all! A real ref would have called for Jose’s disqualification barely two minutes into the match.”
Dean wiggled his shoulders. “So….” he held out, “I’m unqualified. According to you.” Kevin shook his head and muttered ‘yeah.’ “But I am qualified, otherwise I wouldn’t have the shirt. You can’t just buy those in the gift shop, ya know.” Kevin muttered something more, but Dean kept going. “But I get it. It wasn’t set by Angle, and Sami was unawares, and la-da-da. It’s always something with you two. Always something to complain about, like the world owes you something.”
“I certainly don’t owe these people anything,” Kevin said, motioning to the crowd. “I am one of, no, I am the best wrestler in the WWE and I deserve better treatment than I’ve been given. Given the chance, I could decimate you and never have to think about you again.” There was a pause as Kevin realized what he’d said. “No. No, no. Wait.”
“A chance?” Dean tapped his fingers across his collarbone. “I can give you chance. Though I don’t it’s going to turn out like you think. But I’m crazy. What do I know?” He stepped past Kevin and leaned on the ropes towards the ramp. “Hey Kurt, if you’re watching back there and you approve, can you send out a ref?” Dean smiled and laughed as one hesitantly came out from backstage. “Well lookie there, Kev. Clearance from Kurt Angle and a real qualified ref. Let’s get this going then.”
It took a minute for the Ambrose Asylum to be transformed back into a ring, but it was enough time for Kevin to come up with a plan. The first time Dean tried for a Dirty Deeds, Kevin struggled out of it and rolled out of the ring. Dean sighed and followed him, only to be met with a steel chair. Dean won by disqualification, and Kevin hurried out of the arena.
Roode answered Seth’s open challenge this week. They had been fighting for a few minutes when A guitar strumming made them pause. The lights dimmed a bit, and a spotlight landed on the stage.
Elias made an adjustment to his headset. “Hello, I am Elias. I would have been out earlier, but somebody didn’t want me stealing their moment.”
In the ring, Seth motioned that it wasn’t him. Bobby Roode guiltily shrugged.
“So, I’m here now to sing something that you all need to hear. Normally I would require complete silence but given the circumstances, I’ve been assured that I will be heard over the unimportant ruckus in the ring. As for the rest of you, I need you all to silence your cellphones, hold your applause, and to shut your mouths.” He made a few tiny tweaks to his strings while Seth and Bobby hesitantly reached to grapple.
“In a dusty city street,” Elias sang, “it is easy to get lost.” Seth and Bobby stopped again, shrugging at each other. “When you bump into people you’d never want to meet-“
Seth grabbed a mic and leaned on the ropes facing the stage. “Can you not? We’re kind of busy here.”
Elias growled. “Yes I can, and no you’re not. This match is just another drop in the bucket, completely identical to all the other ones you’ve wrestled.”
“It’s important because I made it important.”
“That’s what Miz was always saying about his title that you stole. You know, I never thought you two ran on the same brain waves until now… but that does explain a lot.” He plucked a few strings. “You may continue your match while I give San Diego what it really wants.”
Seth was in the middle of a ramble of no’s when Bobby scooped him up from behind for a roll up. He was able to get out and reverse to retain. Elias’s serenade was interrupted by his music, so he finally gave up trying to play.
Your last interview of the night was with Roman. He was going to be on commentary while Braun took out his frustration on Jinder Mahal.
“Roman, how do you… actually, when was the last time you were on commentary?” You’d forgotten to ask Dana and would have left it alone, but you were curious.
He chuckled. “I don’t know. If I have been at, it’s been a while. I’m usually in the ring or watching backstage. People don’t usually like what I have to say, so they don’t ask for me to join the table.”
“Hmm. That being said, do you have any statements you want to make about the match before you join them? Who do you think is going to win?”
“Braun. Jinder has surprised me since he moved to Raw, but Braun’s mad. I’ve been on the receiving end of that, so I know how intense it’s going to get. And Sunil won’t be able to help either. Before I go out there, I actually had a question for you.”
“Oh?”
“Seth let it slip that he trained with you a little last week.”
“Yeah, um. Helping to make sure I’ve got what it takes to watch my own back if something happens.”
He nodded, pleased. “Good. If you’d like any more help, let me know. We’ve got two different styles-“
“And it would be good to know how to fight someone much bigger than myself. I don’t want to steal any of your time-“
“Not at all. Anytime. I’ll see you around.” He left you in the hallway. You couldn’t help but smile with excitement.
You never knew Roman could be so sassy or sarcastic as when he was messing with Corey Graves. Cole ate it up, agreeing with Roman at every chance just to get under Corey’s skin.
Jinder was decimated very quickly and without mercy. Once he’d won, Braun stood on the turnbuckles and copied Roman’s pose. He tried to goad him down to the ring, but the Big Dog was in too good a mood. Roman stood and made eye contact just to leave the arena without interfering, much to the chagrin of the audience and Braun.
Jinder made the mistake of moving just as Roman’s music faded. There wasn’t enough time in the show for anyone at home to see the destruction, but there were plenty of phone videos to watch the next morning.
Prompt: “I don’t know if requests are open or not [so far, it always is!] but if so, could you possibly do a smutty/fluffy Noam Dar Imagine where the reader returns after the last European tour (the one that basically killed every) so the Reader and him spend the few days they have relaxing and reconnecting and stuff? 💕”
Pairing: Noam Dar x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: fluff, sensual SMUT
Word Count: 1270
Note: This came out super cute. Thanks for the request hun, I enjoyed writing it. I hope you all like it! Please let me know if you have a favorite part or anything you enjoyed. Tag lists and requests are always open. Enjoy!
Your feet were sore. Your ass was sore. Your eyes were heavy. And your back was numb from the kicks to the back of your seat from the most annoying child you had ever flown with. Not to mention all the aches and pains from the series of matches during the European tour. Minimal sleep, maximum drive. All in a day’s work.
The terminal tunnel ended and the pick-up area came into view. Moments later your face was filled with flowers; so close you couldn’t tell what they were.
“’ello, luv. Welcome back.” Noam lowered the bouquet of your favorite flowers and gave you a chaste peck on the lips. He hummed in surprise as you grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for something deeper. “I ‘ad lunch planned. Your fav’rit place-“
“No, baby, please.” You leaned into him with a sigh. “Take me home.”
He grabbed your bags. “As m’lady requests.”
To the neighbors living below you, it must have sounded like your apartment was being ransacked. Your luggage made it through the door and made it no further. Noam did already have a vase ready for the flowers, but it almost fell off the counter, creating a flurry if footsteps to save from a mess. Then there was the bumping yourself on every possible surface with exhaustion while losing your most of your clothing.
You fell onto the bed and moaned, “home sweet home. I’m never leaving again.” You turned your head and saw Noam leaning against the doorframe, also scantily clad. You pouted and motioned for him to join you. He grinned and grabbed the sheets, struggling to pull them from under you so he could snuggle under them with you pulled into his chest. Curled into his chest, you could have been asleep in a few minutes.
Noam stroked your hair. The gentle movement was enough to keep you on the cusp of sleep, preventing falling into it completely. Something you had noted to him before.
“Baby,” you hummed, “did you want to say something?”
“No.” He kept stroking.
“Are you sure?” You smiled into his chest as his whole body shook with his nodding. “Really.”
“That bump… was it as bad as it looked?”
You knew the one. The ropes had gotten caught around your knees when you went through them weird. The following fall had hurt at the time.
“No. My pride was more wounded than me. I’m fine.”
“Good.”
With a sigh, you snuggled further into his embrace. You giggled as Noam began to stroke your hair again. “Honey-“
“It’s not’ing. Get some rest.” He rolled onto his back and pulled you to half-lay on his chest. One hand wrapped around your hand on his pecs and the other tucked under his head. You were so close to sleep. His even breathing helped you drifter and closer. Then his thumb started stroking over your knuckles.
“Noam?”
“I’m sorry, luv. I’ve missed ya and I jus’ wan-ta feel ya all over.”
“Would this help?” You rolled to your back and pulled your shirt over your head. Noam inhaled sharply and bit his bottom lip. His gaze followed your fingers as you trailed them down your skin to your panties. He caught your hand and looked back up to you. You nodded, making him smirk and crawl down your body. He kissed down your stomach and along the hem of your panties. By the time you helped him get them off, you were wide awake and needy.
Noam rubbed his scruff on your inner thighs. You hissed, having missed the sensation. “Shh,” he cooed, “I’ve gotcha. I’ve gotcha.” His hands kneaded your hips encouraging you to spread your legs further. You obliged and was rewarded with a soft kiss to your mound. He nosed from one thigh to the other. He knew how impatient that would make you. When you were just on the brink of begging, he licked up your slit.
His first taste of the feasting that followed.
You arched towards his mouth and curled your hands in the sheets. You panted and gasped. A sweat broke across your skin, making you shiver with the slight chill in the room. It barely registered that he had changed his position until his fingers had joined his tongue. You couldn’t move because of the arm he used to pin you to the bed. All you could do was writhe as he licked and stroked and sucked. Your thighs clamped around his head while he curled his fingers, searching. With a cry, your vision faded out. You could feel Noam easing you down, nearly having another orgasm when he sucked a bit harshly on your clit.
He kissed your stomach, bringing your attention down to him. His eyes were lust blown, and his face was wet with you. And he was smiling just as brightly as when saw you at the airport.
“So beautiful,” he whispered.
“I could say the same about you.”
He chuckled and worked his way up to lay down beside you. He watched your still heaving chest. You whimpered as he leaned forward and sucked a nipple between his teeth. He reached over and toyed with the other, making you squirm.
“Baby, please,” you whined.
“I hear ya, baby.” He moved to hover above you. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” Noam leaned down and sucked at the juncture of your neck. He stroked his hands up and down your sides, almost as if massaging you. “My gorgeous,” he said with a kiss to your cheek, “beautiful,” kissing under your jaw, “wonderful Y/N.” He finished with a kiss to the tip of your nose. You buried your fingers in his hair and pulled him down for more. He moaned into your mouth and aligned his hips with yours.
You crossed your wrists behind his head and smiled at the first small series of thrusts. No rush. Reuniting, really. You locked your ankles behind him when he bottomed out. He didn’t move until you rolled your hips up to meet him. You controlled the pace, though he took over with the work.
Each thrust made you sing. Each time you scratched your nails down his back, Noam growled. His head fell forward to rest on your shoulder. Each time you called his name he sucked on your neck and praised you. His languid strokes began to go deeper. Harder. He caught your hand before you could reach for your clit. He slowed just long enough to gather some of your slick before using it to further your bliss.
It built, and built, and built. Your eyes closed until he kissed them open. You bit your lip until Noam begged entrance for his tongue. Your legs quaked and your body shivered and your blood burned.
“No holdin’ back, luv. Come, Y/N.”
You called his name. Toes curling. Muscles taunt. Nails digging into his biceps. Eyes lost in his.
Noam rested his forehead on yours. “There she is. Blissed out and perfect.” His eyes closed as his own pleasure overtook him.
“There he is,” you echoed. “Blissed out and perfect.” You ran your thumb over his cheekbone and relaxed into the pillows. When you felt him using a shirt to clean you up, you tried to help but he gently pushed you back.
A few minutes later he crawled back into bed with you, pulling the disarrayed sheets over your body. Noam huffed. “I didn’t mean to press you into that.” He turned to look at you when you giggled.
“You didn’t. I just hope you’re prepared to do that all weekend.”
The Reader’s interview at Money in the Bank stir up some personal questions in Monday’s post-ppv fallout.
Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, educated guesses for MitB victors
Word Count: 3950
Note: This is super long because there’s a five-hour PPV to get through and the usual three-hour show. I don’t go into the Smackdown matches, but I’ll be interested to see how close my booking is to what actually happens. Please let me know your guesses for what’s going to happen on Sunday, and if you agree with my results. As always requests and tag lists are open. Hope you guys like this chapter! Pay attention to it; some things from this will be crucial in several weeks from now.
“It is almost time for Money in the Bank!” Renee cheerfully said. The kickoff countdown was blipping between thirty and twenty-nine minutes until the PPV would start. “At this time, we have some very special guests to talk about their match.” Before she could finish, Dean dragged No Way Jose onto the stage with him. Jose caught the side of the table before he could be flipped over it in Dean’s haste to stand by Renee’s other shoulder. “Welcome, gentlemen,” Renee giggled. “Thanks for joining us.” Greetings were made with the rest of the table. Then the video package of the last several weeks was played.
“Dang, whoever makes the highlights reels needs a raise,” Dean said. “Though they didn’t focus enough on how many times I punched Baron in the face.”
“Or me to Elias,” Jose added. Dean pointed at him in agreement.
Renee took back control. “Is there anything you would like to say to either of your rivals tonight?” The recent allies looked at each other and shrugged. “Nothing at all?”
“Look, Renee… and team,” Dean bobbed at the table, “beating up Baron will be nothing new. Irritating Elias until he pops a guitar string will be the fun part.”
“The hard part,” Jose added, “will be for Baron and Elias if they can’t get into the groove.” He nudged Dean and began to sway his hips. Dean was more than happy to join in.
Booker T had seen enough. “Thank you. I believe Y/N is with Baron Corbin and Elias now to ask them about you. Y/N?”
You waved at the camera as the red light started to blink. “Indeed I am.” You angled yourself to your interviewees. “Having heard Dean and No Way Jose, what possible conflicts can you foresee in your tag match tonight?”
“None,” Elias grumbled.
Baron huffed. “I’ve fought and beaten Dean several times. Same with Jose. Tonight will be nothing different. I could fight them both on my own, but at the moment Elias and I have a common interest.”
Lucky you, he brought it up himself. “So, you’re not worried about any acts of self-preservation from your corner this evening? Like a guitar, if the match doesn’t go your way.” You took a step back as Baron towered over you.
“I can watch my own back. Nobody surprises or gets the jump on me easily.”
“Right,” Elias rolled his eyes, “like Y/N didn’t make you stand down when she got here. You did flinch when she shouted back at you.”
No, no, no, no. You shook your hand in front of you. “Hey, don’t bring me into this.”
“Why not?” Baron asked.
“Because I’m not going to be in the ring with you. Dean… Ambrose and No Way Jose will. I’m not a wrestler; I’m a journalist.”
“You’re the one that brought it up. Do we need your word that we won’t have to watch our backs? You are Ambrose’s cousin.” Elias encroached on Baron’s space, but the Lone Wolf didn’t seem to notice.
“I am seriously no threat to you.” This was not going well, not to mention you didn’t like the dangerous glint in either of their eyes. “And I’m not Dean. Now about your match tonight – “
“Save it,” Baron interrupted, “those two dancing lunatics are not going to be able to pin either one of us. Jose is too focused on dancing, and I don’t believe Dean is one hundred percent. It’ll be a walk in the park.” He turned and looked at Elias, who nodded back and led their exit accompanied by strumming. You sighed as they left you alone.
Back at the pre-show table, David Otunga whistled. “Strong words. Thoughts and response from you two?”
Jose and Dean looked blankly at each other. Dean cracked into a grin first. “Not really. Same old, same old from Baron. And still no Pearl Jam from Elias.”
Jose chuckled. “Do you think we can convince him to play some exit music for us when we win?”
Dean tapped his chin. “Dunno. Let’s go ask ‘im.” He gave Renee a quick pat on the back and a thank you, then he was gone. Jose hurried to keep up.
There was a moment of calm right before the first competitor of the men’s contract match entered the arena. Entrance music bounced between Raw and Smackdown wrestlers until Braun Strowman, The Miz, Finn Bálor, Rusev, Kevin Owens, Samoa Joe, Bobby Roode, and Roman Reigns were in the ring. Cesaro entered last, accompanied by Sheamus. They did their paired entrance together, ending with Cesaro handing off the top layers of his ring gear to Shamus. Then they broke apart so Cesaro could walk down the ramp alone.
The bell rang.
Mostly the athletes attacked the people from their same show. But as the first several were deposited outside the ring, the battle lines from before the shake-up came into play. Roman and Samoa Joe had an altercation on the floor. Bobby Roode and Rusev took turns slinging each other into turnbuckles. Cesaro teamed up with Miz momentarily against the short bond between Finn and Braun. Kevin hid out on the floor, waiting.
His opportunity came when Finn stared Braun down from atop feuding ladders. While Finn kicked Braun unsteady until he could slingblade the monster out of the way, Kevin rapidly ascended the other side. He reached the top, only to find a grinning Cesaro on the other side. They were both tipped out of the way by Samoa Joe on the canvas. He was hit from behind by Roman, who was hit in turn by Braun with a ladder. Roman did his best to avoid getting his ribs or skull crushed but found himself backed into a corner. Braun wedged in the ladder to trap him, then ran into the ladder, breaking it into Roman’s torso.
In the end, Finn was the one sitting on top of the ladder holding the briefcase in his lap. He held it high above his head.
“I’m coming for you,” he shouted. There were too many targets for you to figure out who he was talking to.
Seth had a slightly easier match. Sami and Bobby Lashley had weeks of practice of tearing each other apart. So, the champion hung back. He kept his laughing to himself and bided his time until he could get one of his challengers alone.
First, it was Lashley. Strength was on his side, but speed and energy were on Seth’s. For a moment. The audience gasped as Lashley caught Seth and traded hits until he could lift him up. Seth’s blood rushed into his head as Lashley waited for the best possible second to take his moment. Sami immediately stole it from him with an elbow to the back of the knee. The rivalry continued.
Next was Sami. He smugly danced across the ring to where Seth was recovering. The ref signaled for a break, giving Sami the opportunity to drum on Seth’s chest for a little bit.
Seth was not amused.
The smugness came at a cost. Sami was busy mocking Lashley’s unmoving body on the floor when Seth twisted him around and kneed him in the gut. The next thing Sami knew, the canvas rushed up to meet his face in a curb stomp, then he heard the bell ring from the flat of his back.
“And still your Intercontinental Champion: Seth Rollins!”
After the match between Asuka and Carmella, Elias was given the spotlight. He gave the crowd a few chords, then waited for them to quiet down. “I have got a life-changing song for you tonight. Not that this disgusting, cockroach-infested smudge on the map deserves it. But, I have made sure that you will not be denied the gift that you need tonight by Dean Ambrose or No Way Jose. You all need to hear this.” He plucked the pick across the strings twice before Baron’s music started. He shivered, irate, as Baron came into the ring.
“I promised it wouldn’t be Dean or Jose.” Baron smirked and bumped past Elias to their corner. Elias sat back down on the stool in hopes for a second chance, but Dean’s music hit next. He practically threw the guitar and sound gear at the ringside techie.
Dean waited at the bottom of the ramp for his partner for the evening. He joined the congo-line as it came by, then hopped into the ring with No Way Jose to wait for the bell.
Baron did everything he could to keep Elias angry. After each poke to his side or ego, Baron would step out of the way just as Dean or Jose was trying to attack. When it was his turn inside the ropes, neither Jose or Dean could find a rhythm to fight back. He almost took this too much to heart, playing to the crowd and turning his back on the Lunatic Fringe.
Which was never a good idea.
Elias saw the impending loss and tagged himself in. He tackled Dean to the canvas and chased after him to a corner to deliver a knee to his face. Dean collapsed and could barely move as Elias climbed the ropes. Baron rushed through the middle of the ring to slide under the bottom rope and take out Jose on the other side. He watched from the floor as Elias sailed through the air to drop a heavy elbow onto Dean’s chest and pin him.
Through blurred vision, Dean saw Baron roll Jose into the ring. Elias’s guitar theme music played while he and Elias stood over them with their arms raised.
Baron turned to Elias. “Let’s never do this again.”
“Agreed.”
Baron left alone to his music.
Curtis Axel and Bo Dallas lost quickly to Matt Hardy and Bray Wyatt. It was over in the amount of time you were expecting the pre-show match to happen in. But there it was: Bray laying over Bo Dallas and then kneeling in front of Matt while they raised their retained championships.
In a real twist of fate, Nia held her own against the woman who was able to stand against Triple H. Whatever had happened the Monday before must have been for show. Or Nia was a fast learner. Because during the match Rhonda Rousey had Nia in an arm-bar. She screamed in pain and raised her hand like she was going to tap.
Then Nia laughed.
She kept laughing at Rhonda’s confused face. This time she was successful in picking up her opponent and running her back into a turnbuckle. She had to do it three more times before Rhonda’s grip slipped, but it did. Then Rhonda was at her mercy.
Nia retained.
As her music faded out, Nia held out her hand to Rhonda. She kept it steady and her face clear of any sign of malice. Once she had Rhonda’s hand in hers, she helped the other woman to her feet.
“This is your official welcome to the WWE, and to the women’s division. If you keep putting in that work, this,” she shook the belt on her shoulder, “will soon be yours. You just gotta put in the work.”
“I’ll do that. For any title. Even if it means I have to go through every woman… and man… on the roster.”
Nia smiled. “I look forward to it.”
Sonya Deville’s entrance was the first to bring the audience to their feet. She was followed by Liv Morgan, Billie Kay, Ember Moon, Becky Lynch, Alexa Bliss, Natalya, and finally Charlotte Flair.
For a few seconds after the bell, none of the women moved. They scoped out possible combatives and stole glances at the briefcase hanging overhead. Billie Kay moved first, impatient to get her hands on Charlotte. Liv Morgan went after Natalya, attacking her formally injured knee and forcing her out of the ring. Alexa grabbed onto Ember’s firey braids, swinging her around until she too was on the floor. Becky didn’t wait to be caught unawares. She clotheslined Sonya to the mat and went to help her friend. But while she was checking on Charlotte, they were both tipped over the ropes. The three newcomers and Alexa had won the first round.
Or so Alexa thought.
She found herself encircled by the other three women. It wasn’t long before she was sprawled outside the ring too. Then the two Smackdown women attacked Sonya, before turning on each other.
The former champions outside of the ring fought their way back in, bringing the first ladders with them. The crowd cheered and flinched with each acrobatic display and imaginative use of a ladder. Alexa waited until Ember eclipsed Charlotte off the top of one to scurry towards the contract. Her fingers brushed over the white and gold paint, then her feet were ripped out from under her. She regained her footing just enough to give a twisted bliss, but left the ladder open.
Becky moved quickly and didn’t stop until the contract and hook were in her hand. She about fell off the ladder with celebrating. It was hers. To display and use as she wished.
June 18 – Monday Night Raw – Grand Rapids, MI
Your Monday night began with a women’s interview. Bayley and Sasha were set to fight Natalya and Rhonda. Apparently, Sasha wanted to show them what a real friendship looked like. And take every opportunity to rub the athletes’ losses in their face.
“We’ve had our rough patches,” Sasha said into the mic you offered, “but we have got this match in the bag.” She looked straight into the camera. “No cat pun intended, Natalya.”
“Come on, even Y/N could take her. Right, Y/N?” Bayley nudged your arm. “There’s a warrior in there, we’ve seen her.”
“Oh, no. Look, I have a tiny bit of kickboxing. But that’s it. I’m not really an athlete that could keep up with you guys.”
Sasha chuffed. “You might want to get more than that. With the threats Corbin and Elias were throwing around.” She smiled sticky sweet as you gulped. “And yes, I think they were serious.” Sasha tugged on Bayley’s arm so they could get to Gorilla. What she said left you with a sinking feeling in your stomach.
A sudden hand on your shoulder made you jump. Seth backed off a few steps so you could catch your breath. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Oh, hey Seth. Congratulations on your match yesterday.”
“Thanks, I appreciate that. But, that’s not what I came over here for.” Seth’s cheery face took on a worried shadow.
“Oh?” If he was going to ask about Baron or Elias…
“I overheard a little of… that.” He waved in the directed that Sasha and Bayley had walked towards. “It might not mean much, but I could help you out if you wanted somebody to train with. Just so… uh… you’d be prepared. For something.”
It was a tempting offer. Still, it had been a while. “I don’t know how much I’d be able to do. You do some pretty intense stuff; I’d hate to slow you down.”
“You won’t. Really. You don’t have to make a decision right now. Just… think about it. You’re part of the family now, kid, and I don’t want you to get hurt.” Seth shuffled on his feet.
If this wasn’t so awkward he would almost be cute. And totally off limits. “I’ll think about it, though I can already tell you I would appreciate the help. If this works out, I’ll give it my all. You don’t think Dean would disapprove?”
Seth scrunched up his nose. “The attack everything that moves man? Nah. Think about it. Talk to Dean if you like. I’ve got to get ready for my match-“
“And I’ve got places to be.” You smiled at him. “Thank you. I’ll catch up with you later.” He took one hall while you took another. You wondered how soon you could take him up on that offer.
Despite their repeated tiffs, Bayley and Sasha were doing well. They used every advantage of their exhausted opponents. Bayley was more likely to use her speed where Sasha hit them in places that were sore from Sunday night. Bayley almost had Natalya when Sasha grabbed her ankle and dragged her out of the ring. She clotheslined her, ignoring the taunts and hisses of disapproval.
Sasha rolled Bayley back into the ring just as Natalya tagged in Rhonda.
The women stood opposite one another over Bayley. Even the ref was still. Sasha bowed at the waist, opening her arms over Bayley and backing away to lean in her own corner. Rhonda kept her gaze focused on her while she pinned Bayley. She and Natalya let their hands be raised, though confusion wrinkled their brows. They watched Sasha exit outside of the ring. She called back to them from the ramp.
“That’s how you do it… friends.”
Roman was frustrated. Money in the Bank was his third PPV where he was unable to reach his goal. And he didn’t really consider his match against Samoa Joe at Backlash a win either. He said as much in his interview with you.
“That contract last night was one of the last chances I had to bypass a lot of people to get to Lesnar. But, as always, I have to go the long way around. And I’m going to start with Braun Strowman.” He thanked you and left before you could get another question out.
Braun was waiting for him in the ring. They started with blows before the bell rang. Roman threw everything he had left at him. Braun did the same back. The commentary wondered in Angle should have given them street fight rules and saved the match for later in the show. They certainly fought like it.
But their volatile focus made them blind.
It barely registered that the crowd was booing someone other the Roman when Jinder slid into the ring. He took a second to look between Braun and Roman, then slapped Braun in the chest. The match was ruled a win for Braun by disqualification. Jinder was proud of himself. He had his revenge for being denied a place in the contract match, and now Braun had won because of him.
Braun didn’t see it that way. And he made sure Jinder caught those hands before he turned to finish his business with Roman. He was met with a spear that nearly sent him through the canvas. For the first time in a long time, the monster among men did not attempt to move. Roman took the split second of luck he had to stand on the ropes and pose. This disagreement was far from over.
“Thank you for your walk welcome.” Sami grinned and tipped his hat at every soul sitting in the arena booed him. “Yesterday was… not what I was expecting. But I’m going to move past that. No more thoughts about Seth Rollins. Or Bobby Lashley.” His grin morphed into disgust as the crowd cheered for the names he wanted to ignore. “Hey, stop that. Forget them. They are not important. What is important is the here and now. And the here and now… is the Sami Zayne show!” The camera panned back to reveal two footstools and one office chair. “Budget cuts. Not my fault. Anyway, let’s get the two athletes of the hour out here.”
There was a guitar riff and then Dean came bouncing out. Jose closely followed, headbanging along instead of coming out to his music. Sami tutted for them to get to the ring as quickly as possible. He guided them to sit down on the stools, even though their knees were practically at their chins.
“We have so much to talk about. There’s your defeat last night to Elias and Baron Corbin. Jose, you just got here and you’re already setting a bad record for yourself. And no dancing line tonight, what’s that about?” He talked over Jose trying to answer. “And Dean. Back from injury, but obviously not one hundred percent or Elias wouldn’t have been able to pin you last night. It really is astounding. You guys promised so much and delivered absolutely none of it.”
“Hey now,” Dean said, “No Way Jose brought the party last night. And it kept going after the match.”
Sami shook his head. “But that’s the problem. Too much party, not enough wrestling. This is WWE after all, not a dance hall.”
“I don’t know why you get to hate on us,” Jose said. “You lost your match last night too.”
The crowd oohed and agreed while Sami flapped his hands. “Now, now. At least mine was a title shot against one of the best in the business. And yours was for… what exactly? Pride? Ego? How’d that work out for ya?” Sami spun around in his chair, smirking and proud of himself.
Dean grinned. “And you got taken out because you were mocking your other opponent. Turning your back on Seth is never a good idea when he’s against you.”
“How’d that work out for ya?” Jose jabbed.
Flustered, Sami stood and moved to threaten one of them. His eyes darted between his two options, landing on Jose as his most likely to survive through. “Strong words from the man I’m going to beat tonight.” He motioned towards the stage. “Let’s get a ref down here. Sami Zayne versus No Way Jose.”
“We don’t have to wait for a ref.” Dean stood and reached into the inside pocket of his jacket. Nobody could contain their laughter as he pulled out a wrinkled referee shirt. “You’ve got one.” He dropped his jacket to the outside and pulled the striped shirt over his head. The techies couldn’t even move the seats before he was motioning for the bell to ring.
Sami was surprised when it did. His mic thudded as it hit the canvas. His hat followed suit as Jose jumpstarted the match. With Sami caught unawares, it was quick. All he could do was turn around, and Jose was there with another move that sent him stumbling around the ring. Dean counted a super-fast ‘123’ and posed with Jose in the ring. Sami rolled out to the floor to glare at both of them.
The main event was an open challenge from Seth.
“I’ve still got this championship. It’s mine and I don’t foresee giving it up any time soon. But I am a fighting champion. I’m going to put in the work to keep this title prestigious and in the spotlight. So if there’s anyone back there not too exhausted from yesterday, or who thinks they’ve even got the smallest chance, come on down.” He dropped off his mic and handed the belt to the waiting ref.
Kevin Owens answered the challenge. He made it to the bottom of the ramp, then froze. In the ring, Seth looked questioningly at the stage as it faded into silver and blue.
Finn Balor walked out, briefcase at his side. He smiled all the way down the ramp, past Kevin, to Seth as he made his way around the ring, and at the announce table at the far end of the ring. They congratulated him on his win and asked him what his plans were.
“I’ve got plans. But all in good time.” He refused to say more about the contract while Seth fought off Kevin Owens. When Seth retained, Finn stood on the table and held the briefcase high. He jumped down with his grin, then walked out of the arena without a backward glance.
Snapshot of married life with Bucky Barnes and sharing it with your child.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Y/N), son (Steven)
Warnings/Promises: FLUFF, married fluff, food mention
Word Count: 750 (hella short, but hella cute)
Note: Written for Father’s Day. And happy 500 posts! Please let me know if this made you squee. Tags and requests open as always. Enjoy!
It was unreasonably quiet when you got home. The keys clattering into the bowl by the door echoed in an unsettling way.
“Bucky? Steven?” You shed your shoes and tiptoed further into your home, hand on the gun hiding in the small of your back. Your stance relaxed as you found your family.
Bucky was asleep with your son curled up in his lap. Steven had his hand curled around part of his father’s shirt. He gets that from you. The matching tiny snores made you smile. You were able to take a quick picture before Bucky cracked an eye.
“Hi, baby.” He breathed deep and smirked at the small body on his chest. “How was your day?”
“Fine.” You looked around the room. “How was yours?” While you didn’t fear for your feet, there was an impressive spread of Legos in one corner. Apparently, there had once been a giant structure, though destined to either be structurally unsound or destroyed by a monster. What did confuse you was the collection of kitchen magnets on the coffee table.
“We were learning about magnets,” he chuckled. He froze as Steven stirred, but your son woke up anyway. When he saw you he jumped up and almost fell off the couch in his haste to get to you. He talked a mile a minute as you picked him up.
“Mommy! You missed it! We built a pillow fort, and a Lego castle, and then Daddy was the monster and knocked it over, and then he burned the grilled cheese, and then one of the magnets on the fridge fell off and stuck on his arm! When can we go see Uncle Tony?”
What? “Why would we be going to see Uncle Tony, honey?”
“Because Daddy said he has really big magnets. I think we might have to leave Daddy in the hallway so he doesn’t get stuck to the gen-ra-rators.” He wiggled out of your grasp and grabbed a few fridge letters. Between Bucky’s wrist and elbow, he lined them up, turning to you beaming. “See?” He continued to excitedly explain the fields surrounding the letters and how Bucky’s arm was stuck in it like a net.
Bucky pulled you down onto the couch. Steven went back to telling the story about the Legos while you leaned into Bucky. He kissed your forehead and rubbed up and down your arm. With a giggle, you moved the magnets around. Grabbing a few others, you spelled out ‘cat’ and ‘owls’. He rearranged to spell ‘taco’ but got stuck with the left-over consonants. You eased the frown off his face by nuzzling your noses together.
The moment was broken as Steven brought you two the tv remote, pleading for Little Einsteins. He plopped down and started to build a masterpiece. You retreated to the kitchen for a sneak make-out session. Bucky swallowed your moans and gripped your hips tighter. He pulled you close and you could feel his growing hard-on trapped between you.
“Mommy? What are we having for dinner?”
Bucky growled and rested his head on the wall behind you. “One of these days…”
“Hush,” you giggled. You wriggled out from under your husband despite his whine and leaned on the door frame. “I dunno, honey. What do you want?”
“Can we have grilled cheese again? Not burned this time?”
You coughed to cover up a laugh. Bucky faked looking betrayed, grinning the whole time. “How about this,” you offered, “BLTs with cheese? Perfectly toasted and melty?”
Steven crowed in victory and rolled around the Lego dinosaur he’d built. You walked past Bucky with a grin. He caught you before you could get to the fridge.
“Well, that answers where he gets his quick thinks from.” Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and kissed the inside of your neck.
“Hmm. But he’s gonna be a looker like his Daddy.”
“I’ll teach him how to run away from shotguns once he comes home talking about crushes and the like.” He laughed as you swatted his arm.
Later when your son and husband were having a contest to see who could make the biggest string of cheese with their sandwich triangles, you couldn’t help but feel warm all over. All the missions past, all the ones yet to come, they all faded away in the overwhelming sensation of home. Bucky still had magnets on his arm. Steven was looking at him like he was the sun.
Final battle lines are drawn before Money in the Bank. The Reader finalizes her choice of sides in one instance, and unknowingly blurs the line in another.
Pairing: None
Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, a little blood, diabolical actions from everyone
Word Count: 2100
Note: I think I missed a detail last week in that Dean interrupted Elias with a harmonica. Since it shows up again, thought I’d better let you guys know. It’s been fixed on the fic now, sorry about that. Midnight writing is not recommended. Especially two weeks in a row. Please, for my sanity, reblogs and comments greatly appreciated. Tag lists (series, fandoms, characters) and requests open. Enjoy this new chapter!
June 11, 2018 – Monday Night Raw – Little Rock, AZ
The second the lights came on in the ring, Corey was complaining. If Elias had been able to hear him, he probably would have strummed a special annoying tune just for him. But the Drifter was more focused on getting through at least one song before Money in the Bank, even if “these people don’t deserve it.”
“I’ve got a little something that came to me for my opponent this evening. Neither I or my guitar need any accompaniment, so Dean Ambrose and his crappy harmonica can just stay backstage while I give this music forsaken rock the gift of Elias.” He strummed and gave the ramp a hesitant look. He strummed a bit more and took a breath. Ensured that he was alone, Elias grinned and began. “Out in the desert night there are nothing but stars, but here in Little Rock there only are dirty bars.” He paused for the audience’s disapproval, and then ignored them. “As for the Ambrose that feels right at home-“
Dean’s music cut through, sending Elias into this week’s tizzy. The Lunatic Fringe thought it was hilarious and watched as Elias stomped around the ring and struggled to get out from under his mic. Their match started a few moments later, but the damage was done. Elias was rattled and furious. Unfortunately for him, Dean was the living embodiment of ‘poking the bear.’ Once he had the musician tossed out of the ring, he pulled the harmonica out of his back pocket and reclined on the top ropes. Elias almost looked comical sitting on the floor against a barricade with his hands over his ears.
He rushed the ring, hoping that Dean would get his legs caught up in the ropes. He did for a minute, giving his last-ditch effort time to make it to the ring. Baron Corbin slid into the ring from bell-side. The bell rang, Dean winning by disqualification, but neither Elias nor Baron cared. They kept kicking and punching Dean around the ring.
Party music signaled help was on the way. Everyone was surprised to see No Way Jose run down the ramp and fight the two men off. He helped Dean to his feet and stood at his back while the Lone Wolf and Drifter circled the ring and made their way out of the arena. In celebration, No Way Jose led Dean in dancing to his music.
By the time they were done, Corey begrudgingly announced that Kurt Angle had given the duo a tag-team match against Baron and Elias. Coachman and Cole were enthusiastic about the match, but then turned the viewer’s attention backstage.
Angle was on his phone, waiting for Roman’s appointment about a match for that night. He looked up as the sounds of a scuffle came from outside of his office space. The following shouts sent him into a rush that revealed a grounded Roman covered in pipes and squeezed between two tech boxes. His busted lip was bleeding slowly.
“What is going on here? Who did this?” His face and head darkened a shade redder as everybody helping piped up that they didn’t know. He had to step back as Dean came flying around one corner and almost collided with him, then flattening against a wall as Seth came in too.
“Uce, you good?” Dean helped Roman to his feet while Seth scouted out the third hallway that crossed the one he and Dean came down.
Angle tried to take back control of the moment. “Did you see anything?”
Roman winced and held his ribs. “No. Not really. Not a clear face anyways.” He continued after flustered prompting. “A flash of red hair. Just for a second.”
Seth groaned. “Red hair? Now, who do we know with red hair that has issues with any of us?” He looked pointedly at Angle, who unclipped his radio from his waist.
“Does anyone have eyes on Sami Zayne?”
After a pause, a voice said back, “he’s here in Gorilla.”
The Shield and Angle nodded. The trio left and Angle said, “we’re on our way. Don’t let him leave.”
By the end of the emergency Breezango-Titus World Wide match, they caught up with Sami. He was lounging outside of Gorilla with his legs stretched across a second chair, and Kevin Owens sitting next to him on a third. They both stood and shielded themselves with their seats. Angle was quick to get between the two parties.
“Sami, care to explain where you were about ten minutes ago?”
Sami scoffed. “I wear a hat all the time. How could Roman have seen my hair if I was wearing my hat? Besides, I was here. Waiting for Seth Rollins to get his high and mighty self here so I could answer his open challenge.”
“Oh, really?” Seth reached for the chair in Sami’s hands but was swatted away. “Can anyone verify that?”
“I can.” Kevin raised his hand but immediately returned it to grip the chair as Dean growled at him.
“Anybody reliable?” Seth asked.
A techie with a clipboard and a headset waved to get everyone’s attention. “He’s been here since the show started, Mr. Rollins. Mr. Angle.”
Angle sighed. “Thank you. Dean, make sure Roman gets to the trainer’s room to get checked out. Seth, your open challenge is next with Sami. And Kevin…” He pursed his lips. “Be anyplace but here.”
“But-“
“Complain about it to Stephanie McMahon. See if I care.” Angle left, fiddling with his phone. Kevin sputtered after him, then turned to nearly collide with Roman’s chest.
Roman switched glaring at him and Sami. “I still don’t trust you.” He turned when Seth patted his shoulder.
“Don’t worry. Whether or not Sami did it, I’m going to kick his ass anyway.” Seth smirked and shared a fist bump with Roman before going out to his music.
Seth was ready for Sami the second he made it to the ring. Even before then, he kept watching the crowd for any sign that he was being followed. Sami was still dancing in the stage when Seth handed his belt to the ref. He bounced back and forth in the ring while Sami took his sweet time coming down.
Sami stole Seth’s thunder by motioning for the bell to ring and making the first rush. But he made the mistake of showboating, giving the defending champion a chance to come back. They ignored the yelling as Seth jumped off a ring post. He landed on nothing but canvas as Sami was dragged out of the ring.
Instead of Kevin, Bobby Lashley stood on the outside of the ring patting the shoulder of a bewildered Sami Zayne. Bobby grinned wide, then sucker punched his rival. The ref had to call for the match to be attested to Sami, but because of the disqualification, Seth retained. He called for a mic while Sami rolled on the floor and Bobby strutted around the ring to the ramp. He received one with the Intercontinental Championship, flipping the belt over his shoulder.
“No, no, no, no, no. Sami messing with your end of the match last week was one thing. You messing with my chances of beating him this week? That’s… that’s not cool man.” Seth shook his head and sucked on his teeth. “You guys got issues. But I feel kind of cheated about getting to beat either of you, so how about I talk to Angle here in a minute about seeing you both on Sunday?”
The crowd cheered. Sami leaped to his feet but had to steady on the barricade. Lashley rubbed his hands together and pointed at Seth approvingly.
“And hey,” he continued, “feel free to take your frustrations out on each other. Make my job easy. But the only way that match is ending is how tonight is going to.” Seth dropped the mic and lifted the belt above his head. Satisfied with the display, he took hold of one end and spun it around over his head while his opponents looked on.
Before the main event of the night, you were set to interview two of the fatal four-way match competitors and guest. You were ready with a smile and some serious questions when Ember Moon, Sasha Banks, and Bayley came into view of your camera. There was a quick moment of greeting, then you launched.
“Bayley, after your actions last week cost Ember and Sasha their match last week, what are your plans this week in case one of the women leave the ring due to injury?”
“I’m going to stay backstage.” She laughed. “Though I have some news for you. Angle knows the contract match is at risk. So tonight, before the fatal four-way, I am going to beat Mickie James for the runner-up spot.”
Sasha scoffed. “Your only chance for understudy might be Natalya. You know Alexa won’t flake out tonight or Sunday. Last week she was more than willing to let us pick up her slack. She’s faked injuries in the ring to win matches.”
“Heh, yeah,” Ember chuckled. “Pretending that you dislocated her at the elbow kept you from retaining the Raw Women’s Championship, right?”
Again, Sasha scoffed and rolled her eyes, making her gaze land on your confused face. “You don’t know about that? I thought you were a sports journalist?”
“Well, yes.” You fought to defend yourself. “But everything for this job happened kinda fast. I prepared as much as I could, but I’m only knowledgeable about the last six months or so. Anything before January? I’m in the dark other than picking up on things here and there.”
Ember nudged Sasha in the ribs to keep her from snickering more than she already was. They left for final preparations before their match. Bayley hung back.
“You know, Dana has been with Titus World Wide for a while. She keeps stats on everyone, and probably keeps track of who fights who. You might ask her for some summaries of the drama that goes on around here.”
“Thanks. I’ll do that. Um, good luck on your match tonight.”
Bayley did indeed beat Mickie James for the runner-up spot. If Natalya or Alexa Bliss could not compete on Sunday, Bayley could legally take their place.
In the fatal four-way, Ember momentarily teamed up with Natalya, surprising the other two women. Sasha fought by herself, refusing to make the tiny alliance with Alexa. The Goddess of WWE was more than happy to avoid that as well. Once the lone women were knocked out of the ring, Ember and Natalya could fight one another.
The match came to an end as Ember Eclipsed Alexa, but Sasha moved quick and caught Ember in the Bank Statement. Natalya had no means to interrupt and Ember was left to eventually tap out.
“This Sunday, that contract,” Sasha played to the camera and pointed at the briefcase, “that is mine. And nobody is going to take it away from me.”
“Hey, Y/N.” Dean came up to you at the tail end of the show. Roman was behind him, scanning the hallway over your heads.
“Hey, Dean. Hey, Roman.” Why was he out of the trainer’s room? “Are okay?”
Roman waved away your concern. “Yeah. Random question. Have you happened to see Sheamus tonight?”
“Sheamus?” You scrunched your nose. “Why would he be here? He should be in Memphis or thereabouts for Smackdown.”
“We know, but he’s the only other person that fits into our little…”
“Conundrum,” Dean finished. “If you see him or anything weird, you’ll tell us right?”
“Yeah.” You watched them leave and called after them, “good luck!” When they were out of sight you turned to the techie next to you and took back your clipboard. “Is that why you were here? To beat up Roman?”
The techie tipped back his hood, showing Sheamus underneath. “It was just a little push. Leveling Cesaro’s field a bit. I admit I wasn’t expecting the manhunt this turned out to be.”
You let out a billowed breath. “You’ve got to get out of here.” What about…? “Go down this hallway and use the catering entrance. There are not enough people to check all the doors, and nobody will be expecting you to use a high traffic zone if you haven’t left already. Or so they’ll think. Now get going, before somebody sees you.”
Sheamus replaced his hood, then placed his hand on your shoulder. “Thanks, Y/N.” He walked off, blending with any techies rushing around to close up the show. You just hoped he would make it out.
“No, Tony. I do not want thrusters in my braces.” You moved as quickly as you could on the crutches. It wasn’t enough.
“Just hear me out-“
“No, Tony. Didn’t Pepper have you doing something?” Keeping your best straight face, you watched Tony quickly descend into panic. He rushed off without another word, the debate about possible prosthetics forgotten.
Not that you needed prosthetics. The injuries from the blast had severed some nerves. You tried not to remember waking up from your two-week coma not being able to feel your legs. No pins and needles, no ice, not even phantom limb. Nothing. One Steve had calmed you down, Clint was able to talk you into trying the pod that saved his life during Sokovia. In theory, it should have instantaneous to walk again. Instead, it led to months of therapy while the team continued to work. Between missions, Steve was always by your side giving you a hand when you needed it and hanging back when you wanted to walk on your own.
“Who won the battle?” Steve walked in and dropped some files in a nearby table.
“I did by distraction. Steve, honey, the next time I’m spouting nonsense about wanting to chop my legs off instead of having to go through therapy, please make sure Tony’s not in the room. He can take things too literally when he’s itching to build something.”
Steve chuckled. “I think the ‘real’ ideas came later. At the beginning, Tony was just being…”
“Tony,” you said together.
You worried your bottom lip. “Are you busy?”
“No. What do you need?”
The deep breath did nothing to calm your nerves. “I want to try.”
He sighed. “Are you sure? You’ve made great progress, and there’s no need to rush anything.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as you nodded. “Okay. Goal to beat?”
“Ten steps.”
Steve nodded and took his position a few feet away. You steadied yourself, then put your crutches to one side. The first step was always the hardest. He was always close enough to catch you if you stumbled but stayed just out of reach. You tried not to think about how much you hated having to learn how to walk again. You couldn’t count either. Steve said that was his job. You didn’t look behind or to either side to see how far you moved. Only at Steve.
“Come on, Y/N,” he mumbled under his breath, “keep coming, baby. You’re doing so good.” He bumped into a table and had to redirect your course around it. It was the first curve in the therapy, so you had to move slower. “Good, good. You’ve got it.”
Your knees wobbled, and Steve rushed forward to catch you.
“How many?”
“Fifteen,” Steve beamed. “And a curve. That’s good, Y/N. Really good.” He picked you up and sat you in the Segway-chair Tony got you for when you tired of the crutches.
“Can we get ice cream now?” It was easy to sway him. A twinge of whine in your voice and a slight pout. Not much at all.
Steve huffed with a smile. “And you accuse me of puppy-dog eyes. Let’s go.”
The glare from your bedside lamp cast long shadows across your bedspread as Steve tucked you in. You fiddled with the top hem.
“If you keep biting your bottom lip like that, you’re going to lose it one day.” Steve sat on the bed next to your hip and took your hands. “What’s on your mind?”
“Can you stay? Tonight?” You gave his hand a squeeze. “I miss… you.” Puppy dog eyes were not necessary, but you tried anyway. It sent a thrill through you to see his eyes darken and glisten.
He placed your hands over each other on your stomach, then placed his hands on top. “You’re still healing.”
“Please, Steve,” you whined. You leaned up to kiss him, but he pushed back on your shoulder until you were reclined on the pillow. “I took fifteen steps today. By myself! Well, with you guiding me.” You bit your bottom lip and dipped your head. He tipped your gaze back up to him and stroked his thumb across your bottom lip.
“Are you sure?”
“Mhmm.”
“But are you really?” Steve rubbed up and down your arms before taking your hands and placing them on either side of your head. “Because we really need to talk about-“
“I was supposed to have back-up before doing anything dangerous. But, if I recall, I did call for back-up and nobody came. What was I supposed to do? I couldn’t just let the-“
“Device go off and destroy the world. I know. There wasn’t time.” Steve sighed. “You did what you had to. It’s just… I… I was so scared I was going to lose you.” He released your hands to cup your face.
You placed your hands over his. “You were never going to lose me.” You turned your head to kiss his palm. “Now this discussion is all well and good, but I believe you still owe me a reward for topping my best score.” A giggle escaped you, accompanied by a sly smirk. “So, what did I win?”
Steve chuckled. “The world. If you can handle it.” Any reply you could have made faded into whimpering. His fingers worked through the fabric of your tank top to bring your nipples to attention. You arched further into his touch, but he pulled back the sheet and pressed down on your stomach to keep you level. If you weren’t supposed to move, that was going to be difficult as his touch grazed across your stomach. Your top was soon gone and his focus moved to teasing the top of your sleeping shorts. Instead of pulling them down, he trailed his fingers across your thighs making your skin break out in goosebumps. You waited with baited breath as his ministrations inched closer and closer to the heat building between your thighs. You swallowed a triumphant moan as he finally reached under and grazed your slick folds.
With a matching groan, you hummed his name and smiled while Steve nuzzled his nose against yours.
“Nothing underneath, Y/N? How long were you planning this?”
“Since I woke up.”
He had to press down on your stomach again as he eased in one teasing digit. With the second, once it was equally coated, he spread your arousal up to your clit. You closed your eyes, focusing on not moving. You even kept them closed as he pulled down your shorts and spread your thighs further apart. Lost in the sensations, you missed all the signals that Steve was positioning himself between them. The first kiss on your pelvis made you jolt. The second kiss was on your inner thigh, followed up by the light scrape of his teeth. The third kiss hovered over your sex while you held your breath, stealing it completely away with contact. His fingers began to curl in and out of you. He sucked at your clit, alternating the rhythm opposite of his fingers.
You were teetering on the edge. Skin aflame. Breathing shallow. Eyes half-lidded. You forced your eyes open in time to see Steve’s wicked grin right before he sucked hard on your clit while curling his fingers into the perfect spot. He watched while you fell apart calling his name. You heard clothes hitting the floor. He hummed against your skin as he crawled up your body. You turned your head so he had more access to your neck. He licked the shell of your ear, then sucked his fingers clean. You shivered.
With a growl he rolled onto his back, taking you with him.
“That was your reward. Now, about the mission.”
“Steve, baby, I’ve said all… ooh.” You fell forward to brace yourself on his chest. His hips rolled up to yours while his warm hands blazed against your hips. “That wasn’t fair,” you said. You gasped as he pulled you forward along his length. You wanted to do it again, Steve made sure you couldn’t.
“We’re just getting started, doll.”
He lifted you up and teased the head of his cock through your folds. Despite your death grip on his wrist, he maintained his own plan and kept the pace of his choosing. He moaned as you scraped your nails down his chest but stayed in control. When you were fully seated, he held you down and panted as your walls adjusted.
Whimpering, you begged. “Please-“
You cried out as he thrust. Your world dissolved into the hard strokes, the wanton noises coming from both of you, and the strong desire to move as quickly as possible. Yet still, Steve maintained the pace. Neither speeding up nor slowing down.
“You feel so good, doll,” he murmured. The praise made your skin flush. “I’ve missed seeing you like this. Blissed out of your mind. All mine.” He grounded you down on his pelvis again, making you blubber weakly. “You’ve been doing so good. But I’m afraid you won’t be able to walk much tomorrow.”
He began again. Thrusting as fast and relentless as you could handle. When he started to spin lazy circles into your clit as well, your body went rigid down to your toes. You couldn’t relax as Steve kept moving.
“Keep coming. You’re doing so good. One more.” Steve’s thrusts were becoming erratic. The frenzy of him sent you quickly into another spiral that sent your eyes rolling back. He caught you as you fell forward and pulled out to shoot his load between you.
Any other night you would have loved to clean him up, but tonight you settled for the lazy kiss he gave you. Hazily you felt him wipe of your stomach and tuck you back in. A minute later he shimmied under the covers next to you.
“No more putting yourself into danger?”
“I dunno,” you rolled to face away from him. “I can’t say I’m convinced not to if my punishment is that enjoyable.”
Before you could reach for the light, Steve wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you back against his torso. “Then I guess I’ll have to try again and really drill it into you.”
Dean and Y/N let loose the lost history that Y/N had tried so hard to conceal. The other two members of the Shield gain momentum as Money in the Bank draws near while Dean wrestles himself towards more problems.
Pairing: None
Warnings/Promises: Sassy Owens and Zayne, wrestling violence
Word Count: 2200
Note: The story I’ve built is based on one of Dean’s early promos: here. It’s a bit longer, but there’s a lot of information to get through. I’ve been planning this particular chapter for months, so please let me know what you think. This exchange was what started the whole thing, so reblogging and comments will be greatly appreciated. As always, tag lists and requests are open. I hope you guys like it!
Sitting in the ring, waiting for you and Dean, was Kevin Owens and Sami Zayne. Dean was bouncing next to you calmly. You felt like your insides were twisting their way past your spine.
“Hey,” Dean got your attention, “we’ve got this.”
You didn’t have time to reply before his music hit. He went out first, did his thing, then looked to his left. When you weren’t there he came back to the curtain and motioned for you to follow him. He booped your nose. It made you smile like it always had. The walk down the ramp was faster than you were expecting. He sat on the rope so you could get in without having your skirt lift up too much.
You could have worn pants. You should have worn pants. And not heels. No jewelry was a good idea. Couldn’t blind anyone in the audience that way. Maybe you should have done something…
“Ambroses,” Kevin said, breaking your rush of thoughts. “Welcome to the Kevin Owens and Sami Zayne show.” Kevin smiled at you, but all you could see was the arrogance practically glowing underneath the surface.
“Welcome, welcome, welcome,” Sami hummed. “And how is the happily reunited family today?”
Outnumbered. Not that Dean couldn’t take them, you just wouldn’t be able to help much.
“Fine, thank you.” Your voice wasn’t very strong, and Kevin noticed.
“That can’t be the same Y/N that’s stood toe-to-toe with Baron Corbin.” His smirk dared you to shoot back.
“I’m trying to reserve my sass. Besides, it wouldn’t be good to cause an incident this early in the show. Don’t want to be rude.” You smirked back. Kevin nodded and shared a proud look with Sami.
“We appreciate that,” Sami twittered. He made a big show of taking out his glasses and preparing his notepad. “Now, the world wants to know, what happened? You two were separated or something?” Sami ruffled through the pages, which you noted were empty, and looked back at you expectantly.
Dean watched you swallow hard and nodded. “Guess I better start. Y/N was just five when it happened. She is my cousin through my dad’s brother. They were living with us in Cincinnati, though it was rough. They were barely home, so we were left to get into all sorts of trouble.” Dean snickered. He leaned towards you. “Pigeons and Doritos.”
You busted out laughing. “It’s amazing you didn’t go into football with how many times you had to carry me out of trouble.”
Sami waved to get your attention. “Are we going to get that story?” He huffed when you shook your head.
“We had it figured out,” Dean continued. “She was in school; the neighbor took her with her kid. I was dropping out of high school to start wrestling. Or to try anyways.” He absently tapped his collarbone. “By then Dad was in jail, my uncle and his wife had bounced out, and my mom was no longer with us. Nobody seemed to care about us until I was dropping out. I was old enough to claim guardianship, but child services didn’t like that.”
“Y/N, you’re still being really quiet,” Kevin interrupted.
You breathed yourself back into the moment. “This is new information to me. Life was life. Dean made sure there was food on the table and helped me with whatever kindergarten homework I had.” You ignored Kevin’s snark of ‘how cute.’ “The adults weren’t around for me to miss them. Then one day I came home from school and… and left forever. I didn’t want to go, but I was five. They weren’t going to listen to me.” You turned to look at Dean. “The last thing I saw was Dean standing between two cops and trying to fight past them.” You swallowed again, this time to get rid of a lump.
“Welp, that sounds traumatizing.” Sami made a note and nodded pseudo-sagely. “Then what? How did you end up here?”
The words didn’t want to come. But they did when Dean smiled at you. Encouraging you. “I was adopted quickly. I’m cute after all. Moved to North Carolina. Then Georgia. Then went back up to Cincinnati for college.”
“You went to college?” Dean asked with a grin.
It was getting easier. “Yeah. Majored in classics, minored in sports journalism. Went looking through Dean’s old haunts and found a few jobs. Caught the eye of some influential people and found myself here.” You blushed as the crowd applauded and cheered.
Kevin made them pipe down. “That’s all well and good, but you must have been a terrible journalist if you couldn’t find your cousin.”
“How do you know I didn’t?”
“Come again,” Kevin sputtered. Dean was surprised too.
“Come on, it’s an easy Google search. Earlier attempts were harder because I was only looking local to Cincinnati. But then I found you in the WWE. And you had a new family too, in Seth and Roman.” You bit your lip and shrugged. “I was in high school. What was I supposed to do? If I had tried to talk to anyone, nobody was going to believe me.”
“Yep. Them’s the breaks kid.” Sami made another note. “It’s tragic. And inspiring. Separated during a terrible childhood. Reunited after finding success in your own ways.”
Kevin stood. Aggressive. Dean did the same while you and Sami watched on. “Why didn’t you look for her, Dean? The way you tell it, you cared so much. What changed?”
“Might I suggest you watch your mouth, Owens?” Dean was nearly nose-to-nose with Owens, though one foot was slightly behind the other. His free hand clenched and unclenched by his side.
But he kept going. “We know you’re unhinged, but how far back does that go? Did one too many concussions in the ring give you amnesia?” Kevin stumbled into the table with the following punch. He came back up ready to defend himself, but Dean hadn’t moved.
“They sealed her records. Said I was dangerous. And I couldn’t go into any of the court things because I was in jail for two weeks for beating up on those cops that kept me from running after the car.”
Gingerly, you stood and came up behind Dean, tapping his shoulder to make sure he knew you were there and wouldn’t spring. “Two weeks?” Dean looked back at you to nod, but Kevin moved to use that as a weakness. You didn’t think. It hurt, but Kevin’s head snapped back in a satisfying way as you punched him in the nose. You didn’t have much training, so you knew it couldn’t have hurt him too much.
Dean just beamed.
You gave him a flirty and taunting wave. He sputtered tossed his glasses and notepad to the canvas. Dean again sat on the ropes. You hopped to the floor and turned just in time to see Sami running his way. Dean followed your gaze and caught Sami, quickly dropping him in Dirty Deeds next to his trouble-making friend.
You couldn’t stop smiling all the way back up the ramp.
Seth Rollins bumped into you two backstage. He gave you a quick congratulations then continued to the ring. By the time he made it there, the ring was clear of the Kevin and Sami show and ready for his open challenge. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t have too. The chants of “Monday Night Rollins” were enough.
The chants shifted into pure cheering as Bobby Lashley’s music came through the speakers. He grinned at Seth all the way down the ramp. He paused outside of the ring while the ref entered from the other side and took the Intercontinental belt. Seth motioned for the bell to ring as Lashley slid under the ropes.
Rollins was showing off, which spurred Lashley to do the same. It was a match that showcased the mutual respect between the opponents. Even so, Seth was finding it hard to keep up with Lashley. He found himself in trouble when Lashley was able to hold him high in the air with the hold.
But then Sami emerged from his hiding spot next to the bell and jumped up onto the apron. Lashley let Seth drop, ignoring him as the champion bounced off the canvas and fell to the outside.
“What makes you think you deserve that title?” Sami shouted. “You just got back and you haven’ done anything worthy.”
Lashley fired back, “and you have? You have done nothing but complain since you moved to Raw. And you missed your chance. I’m here. Rollins is done, and I’m-“ He couldn’t finish as Seth came up from behind him and rolled him up for the pin. Lashley’s anguished look was only met with Seth’s shrug and Sami’s sneering smile.
The ref gave Seth back the belt. Sami made a big deal of pointing at it.
“Next week, Seth. I’m coming for that.”
“You’re welcome to try, man. But this week, you’ve got more pressing matters.” Seth nodded for Sami to look behind him, where Lashley was waiting.
Sami scrambled through the ropes to scurry across the ring to tumble out the other side. Lashley followed him in but stopped by Seth to watch Sami run up the ramp. He gave Seth a strong handshake, then left the Kingslayer to collect his adoration from the crowd.
Elias glared at the crowd from under his spotlight. He cajoled and threatened them towards silence, but it remained far out of his grasp. Irritated, he began to play anyways. But instead of his acoustic chords, harmonica came through the speakers.
The lights filled up more of the ring to reveal Dean sitting on the apron at the bottom of the ring. He was leaned against the corner post lost to the world outside of the ear-piercing ditty he was trying to play on a harmonica. A microphone was balanced between his knees. Dean stopped as the crowd laughed, turning to look around in surprise.
“Oh hey, Elias. I’ve been working in some Pearl Jam. Have you looked up their stuff yet?”
The guitarist bypassed gracing Dean with an answer with fuming instead. He shuffled to one side as Dean came to join him in the ring.
“Do you mind?” Elias growled. “I’m trying to give these rotten people a concert.”
“Um, I think the concert is rotten, not the people. But yeah, I care. I’ve got a match with Baron, so…” Dean wiggled his fingers towards Elias. “If you could leave, that would be great. Though I wouldn’t mind some ring-side music if you wanted to stay for the match.”
Elias was about to retort when Baron’s music cut in. He left in a huff, staying clear of the Lone Wolf so the match could get started. It was just like old times. Same tricks from Baron, same evasions from Dean. But faster. Wittier. And with a bright Ambrose smile that sent Baron’s temper through the roof. It eventually cost him the match. Dean saw the Deep Six coming and reversed it into his second Dirty Deeds of the night.
Corey grumbled from commentary. “Congratulations to Dean. He won his first fight back from injury. But if he’s not careful, he’s going to end up with more problems than he can handle.”
“Well, I’m glad to see Dean Ambrose. WWE has missed him,” Coachman said.
“I didn’t say I didn’t miss him.” Corey led the bickering as the Houston crowd fully welcomed Dean back into the wrestling world.
In the main event, there was another respect match. Roman and Finn kept the other on their toes, practicing in front of the whole WWE universe what could happen at Money in the Bank. They were almost done when Braun’s roar filled the stadium. He made quick work of Roman and Finn. The crowd was enthusiastic about the catching of hands that he threw around. They were uncaring of the disqualified match, and of the battered athletes in the ring.
It was a lucky break, but a break none the less when Roman was able to spear Braun. Finn jumped off a corner post with a Coup de Grace. Together they were able to hold him off for a while. Then Finn made the mistake of turning on Roman. He made a show of standing with one boot on Roman’s chest and looking up at the briefcases hanging overhead.
He should have been looking behind.
Braun caught Finn by the back of the neck and tossed him across the ring. He bounced into the turnbuckles and collapsed off his feet. While Braun stalked Finn, Roman made it to his feet to stalk Braun. He stunned the monster among men on the turnbuckles above Finn before pulling him back and hoisting him up for a Samoan drop. Ignoring the boos, he rolled out of the ring.
Roman walked backward up the ramp, shouting at the two bodies in the ring and pointing at the briefcases. “That contract is mine. And mine alone. I’ll finish what you made me start tonight. The only thing you’re going to see at Money in the Bank is me standing on top of that ladder. Me.”
When a cursed piano needs playing, the Winchesters find out more about the reader than she wanted them to know.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: secrets revealed, half-mention of loss of family, Supernatural-normal violence, SMUT, some spanking, FLUFF, implied further smut
Word Count: 2040
Note: Saw a cute prompt and came up with this hot mess. One of my more sensual smut writings. Reblogs and comments are fantastic ways to let me know you liked it. Tag lists and requests are open. Please enjoy!
“It’s just a hunt, Sam. I don’t need to learn to play the piano.” You stormed into the library. “Besides, where are we going to find a piano?” You turned to glare at Sam, closely followed by Dean. “Is there one hiding in the bunker?”
Dean pursed his lips. “Um, actually-“
“You can’t be serious.”
He shrugged and nodded his head for you to follow him. He led you to a back room that you could have sworn was filled with more shelves and boxes and dust.
“Sam was looking for some files, like we do, and while I was going through this room,” he opened the door and let you walk in first. “I found… yeah. Cleaned her up.”
It was a baby grand. Dark wood with a healthy shine. Gracefully carved legs. The golden inlays on the backboard caught the light. Under the fall were ivory keys slightly yellowed with age. You ran your fingers over them, smiling at the clear notes they sang with.
“She’s beautiful.” You sat down and looked over the music on the stand. Fur Elise. “Dean, I don’t know.”
He sat down next to you. “You won’t have to play much.” He bit down on his bottom lip and swallowed. “I… I could teach you. Just enough for the hunt.” He waited for your response, but it was caught in your throat. “If you wanted too. I mean, there’s always YouTube, or there’s an app for everything.” He waited with baited breath as you tried to keep your breathing even. Dean sighed and moved to leave.
“No, Dean, wait.” You licked your lips and tried to find the words. “I would… um… appreciate it if you could teach me a little.”
“Sure. Great.”
“Great.”
Sam stood watch by one door. Dean stood at the other. You were by the bar, nursing a whiskey on the rocks, drinking away your nerves. The piano sitting a few feet away was cursed. But, in a good way? If the person played what the piano apparated onto the rack, then any children of Eve (ie. monsters) would lose their ability to hide their forms from hunters, or anybody. This had led to a string of murders of pianists, in various ways meaning various monsters. Usually, the artists had been killed before the show before music could be played, but the last had been killed during an evening party. Her sister had helped get you as the replacement.
And now you had to play and hope that the guys could spot the monsters before they got to you.
Your employer for the evening gave you the signal. You walked up the few steps and sat on the bench. Under your breath, you cursed. The music on the stand changed from Fur Elise, what the last victim had been prompted to play, to Sonata Pathétique. Dean had skipped lessons on reading notes and had gone straight for memorizing the keys to play. You didn’t know this music. You shared a look with him, letting him know the situation.
All eyes were on you. They felt like icicles colliding with your skin from all directions. So, you took a breath.
The Winchesters almost forgot to watch the room as you played. Your hands glided across the keys, filling the room with the mournful tones dancing across the pages. It had been a while since you had to read sheet music, maybe it was like riding a bike, maybe it was the piano. The pages turned themselves, keeping up perfectly with your hesitant-to-practiced tempo.
Dean was so enraptured that he almost missed the vampire standing right next to him. Sam saw the teeth lower out of the man’s gums before either the man or Dean had noticed. When the shifter behind the bar began to shed his skin, the room suddenly emptied with screaming and plenty of pushing and stumbling. You kept playing, keeping the monsters visible. A few of them seemed surprised to see each other. The longer there was music, the less proportionate the room became between hunters and hunted. Thankfully during the bunker’s piano room cleaning, Dean had found a bomb-like item. The pages faded away and you dove behind the piano while the brothers hid behind the bar. When the dust settled, that was all that remained of the creatures.
“It was a shame we had to leave the piano,” you mused, dropping your heels on the library desk. Dean had called some other hunters with a large cursed object storage. It was probably never going to see the light of day again, much less be played. “It was such a beautiful instrument.” Sam went on a mental tangent, wondering if the piano in the bunker and that one were sisters. He left to do research. You cracked your knuckles and avoided looking at Dean.
“How long?”
“Hmm?”
“How long have you known how to play?” Dean’s voice wasn’t hard. Or teasing. More… confused.
You braced yourself on the table. “My mother taught me. I was about to have my senior concert when… I haven’t even looked at a piano since then. Until the other day.” You flinched, surprised when Dean laid his hand over yours. His fingers lightly pressed on your fingernails like he had to ‘teach you.’ “I didn’t mean to hide. I didn’t think I could do it.”
Dean stood behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “But you did.”
It was getting harder to breathe. To think. “It must have been the piano. It knew, Dean. It knew my last recital piece.” He tensed behind you as what you said registered. “We got the monsters, though. That’s what matters.”
“We did.” He sighed. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” He kissed your temple and went to step back. You stopped him by entwining your fingers in his. “Sam’s going to be back in a minute.”
You chuckled. “I doubt it. Research?” You turned to face him. “That could take all night.”
He nodded in agreement. “True. But there’s something I wanted to do first.” He took your hand and took you back to the piano. Before you could sit down, he fumbled around in the bench and found some music. “Close your eyes.” You did and let him guide you to sit down. His shoulder bumped into yours as he joined you. The first few notes he played confused you. By the chorus, you recognized Hey, Jude. Dean started singing on the second stanza.
“Hey Jude, don’t be afraid. You were made to go out and get her. The minute you let her under your skin, then you begin to make it better. And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain. Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders. For well you know that it’s a fool who plays it cool, by making his world a little colder.” You opened your eyes for the nahnah’s and saw him looking at you with a small smile. “Hey Jude, don’t let me down. You have found her, now go and get her. Remember to let her into your heart. Then you can start to make it better.”
You joined in for the nah’s and the yeah’s and the ‘hey Jude’s’ that filled up the rest of the song. Dean really got into it and sang the high shouting yeah’s like he was in the recording studio with the Beatles. You smiled and laughed, encouraging him to get wilder with it. By the time he finished, his lips were close to yours and your heart was thundering so heard you could barely feel it.
Dean lightly tapped the tip of his nose against yours. His shallow breathing puffed over your lips. You closed the last distance between you before either of you could change your mind. Everything you didn’t say over the years went into that kiss. It felt natural, giving it all to Dean. To have him listen in such a way where words weren’t needed, and to tell you in the silence that if you ever found the words that he would be there too.
Fingers fumbled with buttons and layers until your fingernails could rake down his torso and leave tiny red welts behind and he could do the same all the way down your back. He reached up under your skirt and made you buck when his fingers brushed over the soaked fabric covering you. You moaned into his mouth as he pushed it aside and began to stroke you, thrust into you, and open you up. Both of you were quickly covered in a thin sheen of sweat. He kissed across the curves of your face down to the hollow of your throat while he thumbed at your clit. You lost sight of his bright green eyes as your thighs tightened around his wrist, shivering and sending ripples through your body.
You closed the cover over the keys while Dean pushed down his slacks and briefs. His fingertips dug into your skin, controlling how fast you sank down onto him. It was a slightly awkward position, straddling him on the bench while he leaned back against the piano, but you were too focused on bringing back the earlier high to care.
He groaned as you tugged on the short hairs at the base of his neck. You whined, begging him to let you move but he adamantly held you down. He chuckled as you pouted against his lips. When you wouldn’t let him in, he smirked and gave you just enough of a thrust to make you gasp. He swallowed your cries as he continued to hold you right where he wanted. Finally, he had his feet planted firmly enough on the floor. You gripped his shoulders tightly for stability while he gave you what you wanted.
The edges of the bench dug into your shins, but you didn’t care. The room was stuffy and if felt like every particle of dust was collecting on your skin, but you didn’t care. You could tumble onto the floor at any second, but you didn’t care.
Dean could take you on the floor if he wanted too, as long as he kept moving.
Soon you had control and was bouncing with reckless abandon. Your eyes were heavy, and you fought to keep them open, so you could watch Dean. His lips were parted, panting, and perfectly pink like the tint in his cheeks. Your skin was probably equally flushed. To you it felt like ice, so cold it burned and sparked where ever Dean touched you. You jolted again. His touch trailed down your stomach, bypassing your sex to cross over your thighs and work back to your ass. You yelped shortly after the loud crack. Dean sputtered as your walls clamped down on his cock.
“You like that, Y/N?” He gasped and pressed his forehead into the valley of your breasts as you squeezed again. “I’ll save that info for later.”
“Please…” you begged. You reached down towards your front, but Dean beat you to it. Stars spotted your vision. You were so close. So. Close. The ringing in your ears barely let you hear what he was saying.
“Let go, Y/N. Cum for me, darling.”
With a short scream, you grappled at any of Dean that you could reach. He quickly followed you, pulling out to shoot onto your stomach. Some landed on him, dribbling down his soft stomach as it flexed. He waited for you to catch your breath before helping you off his lap to sit beside him.
You wanted more, whether your body could take it or not.
“When do I get round two?” you hummed, bringing Dean’s hand up to eye level and intertwining your fingers.
“My room or yours, sweetheart?”
“Hmm. Shower. We’re both sweaty and dusty.” You tried once to stand but almost fell over. “Then I’ll pick.” You braced yourself on his shoulder while your legs wobbled underneath you.
He chuckled at the sight. “I’m just going to get you all sweaty again if that’s what you want.”
“Deal.” You grabbed your clothes off the floor and stopped at the door. “Are you going to help me conserve water?”
Y/N’s past meets her face-to-face. The reunion is not what she expected.
Pairing: None
Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence
Word Count: 1215
Note: Another week closer to Money in the Bank! I hope you guys are ready for crazy, because in this chapter heavy connections are made that rule the series. Please let me know how you are enjoying it, and what you think is going to happen next. Tag lists and requests open as always. Happy reading!
Seth Rollins opened the show. He swaggered his way down to the ring and basked in the glow of the adoring audience.
“Thank you, guys! With all the excitement last week, I’m hoping to get tonight started and…” he broke off with a smile as a ‘Monday Night Rollins’ chant started. It died down as he raised the mic back up. “If I want to hold up to that promise, there’s one thing I have to do. I’m a fighting champion after all. I’m issuing an open challenge for the Intercontinental Championship. For right here. And right now.” He dropped the mic and waited for whoever’s music while the ref entered the ring.
Face the Facts started to play. Seth grinned widely as Curt Hawkins entered the arena and made his way down the ramp. Hawkins motioned for the bell the second he entered the ring and attacked Seth before he could drop the title. That was all of the upper-hand Hawkins had for the rest of the match.
It ended quickly, with Hawkins out cold after a Blackout.
“We need to check some records,” Coachman said. “That might be Rollin’s fasted title defense, if not the fasted defense of any WWE title.”
“I doubt that,” Corey said, interrupting Coachman before he could continue. Corey jumpstarted the rest of the night. “And we should go to Y/N to get a word with the Lunatic Fringe. Unless it’s actually Renee. Or Charley.” He harrumphed when you showed up on the screen. “Good to see the cue sheet is right this week.”
You put on your game face and hoped for the best as your first red brand interviewee walked out of the hallway. A glint of recognition flickered across his face. You swallowed, mouth suddenly dry.
“Hey, Dean.” You took a shallow breath. “Long time no see.”
Dean’s eyes widened. He inched closer to you, his hand inches away from checking to see if you were real. You jumped as he called back down the hallway. “Renee! Roman! Seth!” He stared at you, fighting even blinking in case you disappeared before his eyes. You gasped and went rigid as he pulled you in for a hug. With a sigh, you relaxed and hugged back. By the time they arrived, you were caught in an Ambrose bear hug you never wanted to escape from. It was the most ‘home’ you had felt in almost twenty years.
“Oh my gosh,” Renee breathed. “You’re the cousin.”
You pulled away to see Roman and Seth’s confused faces. Your cheeks were wet and, looking up, so were Dean’s.
“Yes. I’m the cousin.”
Dean sputtered, “where have you been? They took you away, and then your records were sealed, and I got good at wrestling, and things took off but I could never find you.” He stopped to take a breath. “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”
You wiped away a tear and avoided eye contact. “I never blamed you. And you came into town a few times on tour.” Dean moved to ask more questions, but you waved him off. “We don’t have time for this right now. Seth’s got to catch his breath, Roman’s got a match, and you’ve got to get to commentary.” You laughed. “I’m supposed to be asking you about Baron and No Way Jose.” When Dean didn’t move you gave his chest a slight push. “You should get going.”
He pulled your head towards him for a forehead kiss that you melted in to. Renee left with him, their hands tightly entwined, leaving you with Roman and Seth. You gave them a hesitant wave. They shared a look that would send Rollreigns fans into a gif tizzy.
Roman nodded to you. “Welcome to the family, Y/N.”
In the ring, No Way Jose made his entrance with his Congo line. At the tail end of it, Dean was having the time of his life. He broke off and took the extra chair and headset next to Coachman. He was barely situated before Corey was asking questions.
“Since when do you have cousins, Ambrose?”
“Since I was about ten years old. I’ve talked about her before, but it was a long time ago and nobody was really listening. Past that, I haven’t seen her in almost twenty years and we’re gonna have a lot of catching up to do after this. Whatever this is.”
Michael Cole did his best to keep the focus on the upcoming match. “We know you know Baron Corbin, but his opponent, No Way Jose, is new to the red brand.”
“I like ‘im,” Dean said, leaning back in his chair, “he knows how to party.”
Jose was still dancing in the middle of the ring when Baron’s music started. The Lone Wolf glared at Dean on his way down the ramp.
“I haven’t missed him,” Dean muttered.
“I don’t think he’s missed you either,” Cole said as the bell rang.
Dean made several comments through the match, for and against each of the wrestlers.
Corey was disgusted. “Dean, whose side are you on? You’re speaking good about No Way Jose now while Baron’s got him caught in a corner. But two minutes ago when Baron was on the ropes, you were talking him up.”
“I just like encouraging the little guy, no matter who that is at any given moment.”
Cole was confused. “But Dean, they can’t hear you from back here.”
Dean snorted. “That’s what you think.” The next thing the team knew, he was standing on the announce table and waving at the ring. He laughed loudly as Baron went to yell back at him and was immediately rolled up for the pin.
No Way Jose made a quick exit and rushed to the stage where Dean joined him. They mockingly danced their way out of the arena while Baron fumed.
The Main Event for the night was a tag-team match made up of four of the five Money in the Bank wrestlers from Raw. Finn Balor and Roman were paired up against Braun and Bobby Roode. Dean brought you with him to watch on the backstage screen with Seth. They both made little comments naming moves for you or reacting to your reactions, which were mostly flinching.
Roman had Braun stumbling around in the perfect position for a spear. He roared and tackled Braun to the canvas. Finn was waiting on the top turnbuckle, and Roman rolled out of the ring to ensure Bobby did not interfere. Braun barely groaned under the Coup de Gras, but Finn was successful in pinning him. Roman joined him in the ring while Roode made a quick exit; he didn’t want to be there when the monster among men woke up.
The ref stood between the victors and raised their hands. Finn turned to shake Roman’s hand, but Roman wasn’t there.
Braun was.
Roman was tangled up in the ropes at the bottom of the ring where Braun had bumped him. Finn was lifted over Braun’s shoulder and dropped. In the background, the crowd started chanting ‘get these hands’, which made Braun smile wickedly over his victims. The same drop happened to Roman moments later.
Raw ended with Braun standing alone, roaring with the WWE universe.
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