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Getting Lucky

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Sheamus finds the remnants of a temporary tattoo wrapper. But his wife won’t tell him what it is; he has to find out for himself.

Pairing: Sheamus x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, fluff

Word Count: 1650

Note: Just a quick thing I thought of. Enjoyed writing Sheamus as a pit of a teaser, though the reader holds her own too. Please let me know what you liked with the usual methods. If you would like to be added to any tag lists or if you have a request, please let me know. Enjoy!

You willed the time around you to move faster, and slower for your husband. Already you had heard Sheamus’s car pull into the garage and he would be inside any… he was already inside.

“Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty! Good enough.” You hastily pulled your clothes up around your mini project and rushed to the living room where Sheamus was just dropping his bags on the couch. “Welcome home, mo chroí!” You jumped into his arms, laughing as he spun you around. You tried to say more, but he silenced you with a flurry of kisses.

“I’ve. Missed. You. So. Much,” he said, punctuating each with a kiss to a different part of your face. He buried his face in your neck while you ran your fingers through his hair. He dropped you to your feet and pressed his forehead against yours.

As much as you wanted to stay in that position forever, you also wanted to show him your surprise. And make the mystery last. “Why don’t you drop your stuff off upstairs, and I’ll grab order some take out.”

“Sounds good.” He gave your lips one final peck, then did as you suggested.

A few minutes later the food was on its way and you wandered into the living room to pick a movie. You leaned down to scan the lower shelves, then yelped as your behind was given a light slap. Hands gripped your hips as you straightened and pulled you back into a strong torso.

Sheamus chuckled. “Couldn’t help myself. The view was too good.”

You spun in his arms. “When did you become so stealthy?”

“Cesaro thought back to his 007 days and taught me a thing or two.” When you tried to lean up to wiggle your noses together, he pulled down on your hips. “And the stealthy came with some sleuthing lessons too.” He dug into his pocket and pulled out the used tattoo packet. You bit your bottom lip under his gaze.

“Meant to throw that away. Oops.” Inwardly you gave a sigh of relief that the packet didn’t give away what the tattoo was besides some remnant green shimmer.

“You gunna tell me what the design is?”

The doorbell rang.

“Dinner’s here,” you chirped. You danced away from him and received the food. Sheamus left his options for the movie on the coffee table, then grabbed the plates and silverware. You set down the food and grabbed the drinks. It was a routine that really brought to your mind how much it felt like home with him.

All through dinner and the thousandth viewing of The Mummy (with Rachael Weiz and Brendan Fraiser of course) Sheamus kept giving you side glances. Every once in a while, he would play with your sleeves or your shorts, making the fabric ride up. Never missed to quote his favorite lines though. Imhotep’s sandstorm was just starting to form when he paused the movie.

“I give up. Where is it, lass?”

“Where is what?” You gave him your most innocent glance from under your eyelashes.

“The tattoo. Where is it, and what is it of?”

“Can’t tell you. It’s a surprise.”

Sheamus groaned. “Please, asthore. You know I won’t be able to sleep if I don’t know.”

With a gleam in your eye, you maneuvered to sit on his lap. His hands naturally rested on your hips, and his hips bucked. “And we both know that the plan for tonight had nothing to do with sleeping.” You ground your hips down, gasping at the contact with his growing bulge.

“Is that so?” Sheamus grit his teeth. “I’m not giving in till you tell me where it is.”

“Fine.” You slipped from his lap and took a few steps toward your bedroom. “I’m not going to tell… but you can look for it yourself.” You reached up under your shirt and unhooked your bra, hanging it on the hall closet doorknob after some maneuvering. Hearing Sheamus get off the couch, you quickened your steps. He caught up to you and lifted you off your feet. You squealed as he dropped you on the bed and caged you beneath him.

He hummed. “Where to look first?” His pupils were blown wide and glinting with playfulness. He nuzzled his nose under your jaw, his beard tickling you. “Nothing there,” he murmured. It made you gasp as he sucked on your neck. He batted your hands away from fumbling with his shirt. Soon he was naked except for his briefs. His fingers toyed at the hem of your shirt. “Maybe… under here?” His light touch grazed up your stomach, taking your shirt with it. He paused just below your breasts, using his long fingers to play with your nipples under the fabric. With a quick flick, he flipped your shirt over your breasts. His brow creased slightly when he didn’t find the tattoo. But that didn’t bother him for long.

You arched into his mouth as he sucked between the valley of your breasts. His arms wrapped under your waist to pull your hips closer into his bulge. You circled your hips up to meet him, both of you moaning at the contact. Your shirt landed somewhere on the floor as Sheamus helped you remove it. He flipped you onto your stomach and kissed from the back of your neck down the length of your spine. You shivered as he breathed over the small of your back, right above the top of your shorts. Those and your underwear were gone next. Sheamus let out a confused sound. The tattoo was on neither of your cheeks. He parted your legs a little to check the inside of your thighs, but it wasn’t there either.

Sheamus stretched over you, slightly smothering you with his weight. “Where is it, cailín beag? You know how long I can tease you from this position right here.” He lightly dragged his fingertips down your back over your ass to the juncture of your thighs. He stroked your skin mere inches from where you wanted him. You squirmed under his touch, rotating just enough so you could turn your face to see him.

“There’s only one place you haven’t checked yet.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled yourself up and rotated around the rest of the way. You guided one of his hands down your front to your lower abdomen. His face lit up as he felt the small design slightly raised from your skin. He broke out into a full belly laugh as he realized what the tattoo was of.

“Is this a hint that I’m going to get lucky tonight?” He ran his thumb over the glittery four-leafed shamrock on your skin.

“Well, tomorrow is St. Patrick’s Day. I had a feeling that I’m not going to wake up tomorrow wearing anything, much less anything green. So, I took precautions so you won’t pinch me.”

“Clever girl. Though I make no guarantee that I still won’t pinch you if it rubs off sometime tonight.”

“Deal.” You sighed and wove your fingers through his beard. “Do you want a shamrock pun as an invitation?”

“Maybe later.” Sheamus dipped his head to take your nipple in his mouth. His hand gripped your hips, pinning you to the bed. You stayed put as he removed the last of his clothing, his length bobbing up against his stomach. He reached down and ran a finger through your slick folds and thumbing at your clit. His other hand held your hip down again as he worked you quickly to the brink of orgasm.

“Sheamus, please. What are you doing?”

He chuckled and sped up his movements and adding a second finger, making you whimper. “I haven’t been home in a while. Wanted to play a bit.” You groaned and did your best to wrap your legs around him and pull him closer. Sheamus let you attempt it, smiling as your sounds broke as they left your lips. He pulled away just as your walls began to clamp down on his fingers. Your whine flipped into breathlessness as he slotted himself between your legs and began to ease himself into your heat. Your eyes fluttered shut as paused once he was fully sheathed. He maintained his pin on your hips while stroking the tattoo.

You rotated your hips, pulling him from his thoughts. He started slow. In and out almost feeling like one wonderful sensation. It never failed to make your breathing uneven or to bring a fine sheen of sweat to your skin. Sheamus was faring only a little better. Soft sighs fell between grunts as he began to speed up his movements. Your heart rate increased. You tightened your grip on his forearms, making him groan. The half-moons you accidentally left on his skin encouraged him to slightly twist his hips until he found the spot that made your throat hoarse from shouting.

With your walls clamping down on his length, Sheamus thrust harder. He finally released your hips so he could hold your thighs up. The air filled with the sound his skin slapping against yours, your soft cries of pleasure, and his desperate growls that sent shivers down your spine. All of that combined with his earlier teasing made you come with a silent shout. Your whole body shivered and trembled. Sheamus continued to move, chasing his release until he froze with a final thrust paired with a broken shout. He eased your legs back onto the bed before laying by your side.

Both of you fought to catch your breath. Absently, you stroked your lower stomach, feeling the tattoo still intact.

“Don’t worry,” Sheamus hummed in your ear, “we’ve got all night for me to ruin you and that clover.”

He stayed true to his word. You woke up the next morning to him pinching your nipples with a clever grin on his face.

 

Mo chroí: My heartbeat

Asthore: stems from the Gaelic word stōr, which means “treasure.”

Cailín beag: “little girl”

Masterlist 

Forever tags: @blondekel77 @laochbaineann @lavitabella87 @savmontreal @tinyelfperson @zuni21798

Sheamus/WWE: @1dluver13xx @banrioncethlenn @coldmidnightlights @deidrelovessheamus @denise8691 @dirtydeeds-spear-curbstomp @jessica91073 @laraneia @ledamemangociana @shayscorpio @thessaswea @wwesmutdonedirtcheap @flightofthefantasies @crossfit-princess-sethie-boo @mother-forker @neversatisfiedgirl @racheo91 @roman-reigns-princess  @thetherianthropydaily @wwe-smutfics @kaleywwefan @a-home-for-stray-stories 

Fire and Ice

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Loki awakens to find himself tied to the bed and under the reader’s control. But in the throes of passion, magic bindings are fickle.

Pairing: Loki x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: bondage, oral (female receiving), wax play, ice play, orgasm denial (game), Master/Mistress dominating (switching back and forth), in other words: super kinky [and I am not sorry]

Word Count: 1950

Note: This fic incredibly inspired by Gaelforce’s “Revenge” recording. I highly recommend his other works; visit his patreon too. I put my own spin on it, so please let me know what you think whether you listened to Gaelforce’s audio or not. If you have a request or would like to be added to a tag list, shoot me a message! Now please enjoy!

It was hard waiting at the end of the bed. Loki was still asleep, surprisingly. The late hour of the morning was one thing. That he had not stirred while you used magic around him, quite another. You were growing impatient, so you magicked his clothes away, though leaving the sheets in place. You weren’t a cruel goddess.

Loki sighed as the cool air hit his once covered shoulders. He tried to reach for the covers, then his eyes snapped open when he realized he couldn’t move. His eyes darted around the room, glancing over your invisible form.

“Y/N?” he called out. The slight twinge of panic in his voice faded as he recognized your sigils on the cuffs keeping his arms spread to the bedposts. “Y/N, I am sure you have exquisite plans for this, but the bindings are unnecessary.” He dropped his voice to the low growl he knew would make you rub your thighs together. “Let me go. You know how well you will be pleasured if you do.”

You sucked in a breath, feeling the first pools of arousal. With a red shimmer, your invisibility faded away. Loki’s eyes darkened as he saw your dark green lace apparel that really hid nothing but sheltered the important parts. It had a plunging neckline, no back, and a short skirt that ended at your mid-thigh with a slit to one side. The outfit he knew had repairable rip-able seams. He moved to say something, but you hurried to place your finger on his lips.

“Are you up for a challenge, pet?” His head tilted at you using his name for you, but he nodded. “Do not cum. I will not either. The first to do so loses.”

Loki grinned. “And what will I win?” he said, kissing your finger.

You leaned in close to his face and licked the shell of his ear. “Whatever you desire, my love.” Loki growled and turned to kiss you but you moved away quickly. “Do we have an accord?”

“Yes, pe- gah.” Loki flinched as you materialized a riding crop and lightly tapped him on his chest. He caught his breath. “Yes… Mistress.”

You smirked and began. 

With a sigh, you brought the crop up under your skirt. Loki’s eyes watched it while you ran it through your folds, obscured by the lace. When you brought back into the open, the black leather was glistening with your slick. Loki arched an eyebrow, then smiled wickedly and held out his tongue. He eagerly sucked on the leather until he had licked it all away, moaning and licking his lips.

“You taste divine, Mistress. May I have more?”

You obliged, this time pulling the skirt up so he could watch exactly how the crop parted your folds and collected his next taste. Again, Loki made pleased sounds until he was finished.

Loki eased into the mattress as you magicked away obstructing pillows and lengthened the chains on his wrists. After pulling the sheets back to his waist, you slid the crop up his stomach, flicking it lightly between his pectorals. Loki grunted. His chest heaved with shuddered breaths as you tapped him again though closer to his nipple. You grazed your nails along the same path the riding crop had taken, ending with gripping his chin and leaning down for a kiss. Though you were supposed to be in control, you allowed his tongue to dominate in your mouth. You moaned, then remembered the role you were playing.

You broke away and ran the crop along the side of his face. “Would you like a taste from the source, love?”

Loki gripped at the chains. “Yes, Mistress,” he breathed.

You smiled and mounted his chest. Loki’s eyes gleamed. You could feel how his muscles contracted under you while you stayed just out of reach.

“Please?” he asks.

Close enough. You slid forward so he could flatten his tongue against your lips. He gave your clit a chaste kiss. You moaned and gripped the headboard until your knuckles changed color as he began to suck and lap his way into making you lose the challenge. It was difficult to keep a reign on the sensations coursing through you, but you managed. Even as Loki licked as deeply as his tongue could reach into your pussy.

Your eyes rolled back as you rolled your hips forward into Loki’s face. In the back of your mind, you felt your defenses wavering. Your grip on the headboard was soon no longer in your control as your magic failed on Loki, and his shimmered around your wrists.

“Loki?” you panted.

He did not move at first. Instead, his eyes glinted and he ran a cold finger up your thigh. With a gentle push, he rolled you onto your back, the magic keeping your arms above your head and immovable from the headboard.

“It is a challenge, pet. Surely a challenge includes advances from both sides?”

“I thought you were doing fine with me riding your-“ you fell off into a whimper as Loki harshly groped at your breasts through the fabric. Loki continued his ministrations, gentler, until your nipples were stiff peaks. He pushed the lace to one side and dipped down to take one into his mouth. He leaned back with a chuckle as you arched closer to him.

“Do we have an accord? Pet?” Again he used his cold touch, running it up your stomach between your breasts, touching nothing that would satisfy you.

“Loki,” you moaned. His eyebrow arched. “Yes, Master.”

He hummed in approval and cupped his hands one over the other. When they separated a minute later, there was a small cube of ice. He held it up so you could see it sparkle in the morning light.

“Let’s see how quickly it melts,” he toyed.

Your breath hitched as he ran it across your collarbone. He followed the trail of water with his mouth, warming you, then drawing the ice across your skin again. He pulled the cube down between your breasts, then under them, always following with his mouth. A shiver ran through you as he brought the cube up to your nipples, circling them and teasing them further. Loki shifted to keep one leg between your thighs, denying you the ability to relieve yourself. You found a way though by rubbing up and down on his thigh.

Loki chuckled. “Getting desperate, pet? Do you want more?”

“Please, Master. Yes.” Your breath caught in your throat as your garment shimmered away with a flick of his wrist. Loki cupped the cube, refreshing it, then trailed it down your stomach. The closer he got to your sex, the more sensitive your skin became. Soon you were shivering and covered in chill bumps. Loki’s warm breath did nothing but heighten the sensation.

He noticed your distress and took the cube into his mouth. Leaning across you and giving you his body heat, he kissed you. The cold passed on to your lips and your tongue. He kissed up the side of your face to the sweet spot behind your ear. You took the chance to roll your hips into hard length, reminding him of the prize.

“All in good time, pet.” Loki kissed you as the last of the cube melted away on your tongue. It turned from playful to starving.

You felt the magic on your wrists slipping away, but you held your pose until it disappeared completely. When Loki continued to be distracted by your lips, you dragged your nails down his back. He gasped, but you flipped him in the bed and pinned his wrists on either side with just your grip.

“My turn. But do not move.” You sat on the edge of the bed and summoned one of the candles sitting in your reading nook. With a snap, you had fire at your fingertips. You stood and poured the first drop of melted wax onto the inside of your arm. It made you hiss with pain and pleasure, and Loki to groan at the sight. You placed it on the side table within Loki’s sight.

While the candle began to pool under the flames, you summoned a bottle from your vanity. You spread some of the contents onto your hands, then began to rub them onto Loki’s torso. The Asgardian oil would protect him from the wax, but also once warmed by it would seep into his skin as an aphrodisiac. It would fill the air too, giving you the same soaring effects. The game had just gotten more difficult for the both of you.

His gaze followed your movements as you took up the candle. You tipped it enough for only one drop of wax to fall onto his chest. Loki arched with a groan. You let two more drop, one above the other making a line between his pecs. His breathing was ragged. The next few drops landed further down on his stomach, leaving small trails as they ran to either side of his torso. You moved from sitting on the edge of the bed to sitting on his thighs. Loki’s breathing quickened further as the drops of wax sank closer to where his cock was sitting up on his stomach. It twitched as a drop landed centimeters from the tip.

You sent the candle to the nightstand and braced yourself on Loki’s chest. Biting your lip, you thrust your hips forward to coat his cock in your leaking arousal. You sighed and guided it into your pussy, sinking onto it slowly. You gave a cry as Loki thrust, finishing sheathing himself fully. He smirked at you but kept his hands where you told him to. You smirked back, rotating your hips. The build of sensitivity made you shudder. You clenched your walls around Loki’s length, making him growl, then began to move up and down.

Between the fullness within you, Loki’s grunts and pants, the aphrodisiac filling the air, the sound of Loki snapping his hips up to meet yours, and the ice-hot fire racing through your veins, your senses were overrun. You anchored through the frantic beating of your heart by digging your nails into his chest. His whole body shuddered, passing the sensation onto you.

Loki growled and refused to hold position any longer. He grabbed your waist, gripping hard enough to bruise. You didn’t care; you were to far gone. You continued to not care as Loki controlled the pace, pulling you down to match his thrusts and repeatedly impaling you on his cock. Loki gasped in triumph when he twisted his hips and found your shrieking spot. Your vision blurred and your body shivered all over. Loki faltered into desperate erratic movements, lengthening his thrusts into deep draws that took your breath away.

With a guttural cry, your vision whited out completely. Loki’s mirroring shout sounded far away, but no less powerful than yours.

When you came back into a fuller understanding of consciousness, Loki was stroking your hair. His chest was heaving, taking your draped body with it.

“Who won the challenge, pet?” he murmured.

“I’m not sure. Too close to tell I think.” You sighed. Your eyelids shut like heavy gates, attempting to seal you inside sleep. But you were too cheeky at the moment for that. “When we have both recovered, shall we try again?”

Loki chuckled. “I shall never recover from you.” He turned his head and rubbed his nose against yours. “Sleep, Y/N. I shall be here when you wake.”

You were half asleep when you heard the rest of his promise whispered into your ear.

“Whether your limbs will be free is yet to be seen.”

Masterlist 

Forever Tags: @blondekel77 @laochbaineann @lavitabella87 @savmontreal @tinyelfperson @zuni21798

Loki/Marvel Tags: @1superwhogirl1 @anicoles22 @asaltyhoe @coastall-girll @cutie1365 @damalseer @directionerbucks @drumbells @dylpicklesprays @earinafae @fandom1089 @feircecupcake1 @gothicbubblegumrock @holyshitijust @indaybella99 @itsjusthaawo @itstheghostgirl @itswingedprincess @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night @kawaiinekosagi @kur0k1tsun3-blog @ladydork @mayorofzillyhoo @millie67 @mimitamsin @moonyscardigans @mrs-hemmings1996 @obsessedtmifangirl @petlaufeyson @redstarstan @satansfavouritegirlfriend @sherlocksuperfan666 @shockwavee @solsticestorm @southernhoney21 @thecookieteam @the-internet-is-forever @theriumking @toxicobscenity @unknown-chronicles @valynsia @waywardsoulpainter @xluciferswhore @xxsweet-little-666xx @zaddywilk @anotherfashionandbeautyblog 

At Any Cost Part 3: The Better Man (Finale)

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Prompt: The reader (male) in a feud with Elias.

The No Disqualification match is set. The Reader and Elias are free to use anything it takes to take out the person holding them back from their goals: destroying each other. If that is actually what they want.

Pairing: None. Rivalry Elias vs. Male Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: intense wrestling violence, some blood; use of stairs, chairs, chain, ladder, kendo stick, and not a guitar. If such matches make you queasy, scroll down for the page break.

Word Count: 2580

Note: This has been a rollercoaster. Thank you, anon, for requesting this feud. It really made me work on my ability to fight scene; I’m sorry the second chapter was so intense. I hope you all enjoy this conclusion… which, spoilers, is a bit open-ended in the best of ways. Let me know if you would like to be tagged in anything, or if you have a request of your own. Now please enjoy!

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Each techie or wrestler that walked by you had a face of pity or assurance. Neither helped calm your nerves enough to stop your pacing. The match was going to be the main event, which was giving you way too much time to overthink every tiny thing. What was Elias going to do?

What were you going to do?

You didn’t have a clue.

With a sigh, you forced yourself to sit down on a crate. It wasn’t going to do you any good if you tired yourself out. Your eyes closed, and you breathed deep. Pretty much everyone had seen where you were, so if you fell asleep they knew where to find you. Not that you thought you could. It took a lot less time than you thought it would, but your breathing evened out and soon your body slumped against a taller crate as sleep overtook you.

Several minutes passed, not that you could feel them, and Elias walked into the corridor. He saw your position and closed eyes and harrumphed. With his fingertips, he drummed a frantic beat on his thigh. How could you be calm enough to sleep? He left the way he came, taking an alternate route to find somewhere he could strum out his nerves.

“Mr. Y/N?” The voice gave your shoulder a gentle shake. “You have ten minutes till your call.”

“Thank you, ten,” you replied groggily. The techie scurried away, leaving you to go through your stretches and find your own way to Gorilla. By the time you did, Elias had just walked through the curtain to take his place during the commercial break. The lights came up and he sang. He focused on insulting the city and its citizens, making no mention of you. You weren’t sure how to read that. Since he wasn’t going to reference your match, it might as well start now.

You motioned to the stage manager to cue your music, walking out as it drowned out Elias’s guitar and your logo filled the stage.

As your music played, Elias griped at the ref and paced the ring. Jojo announced the layout of the fight. “The following is a street fight. Anything goes. The only way to win is by pinfall or submission.” She didn’t have time to finish your introduction before you were running down the ramp. You slid into the ring, instantly meeting Elias in the center for the battle of blows. The bell rang, officially starting the match.

Elias was the first to gain the upper hand. He punched the side of your head several times before sending you to your knees. Already you were gasping for breath; you gasped more in shock as Elias ripped his belt from his pant loops and ripped your shirt up so he could hit your stomach. He completely took it from you, exposing your back. You yelled and floundered as he whipped it across your shoulders. He folded it and hit your back again; you could only lay half on the apron and fume. Elias ripped you to your feet and used the buckle to scrape across your forehead. While the ref checked on you, Elias rolled out of the ring and pulled up the cover to find the first tools for the match.

You had hoped the tools would come in later, but if that was how Elias wanted to fight, then that’s how you would fight.

The crowd screamed as he tossed in two chairs and a trashcan. The chairs stayed in the corner for now, but you met the trashcan first.

You used the ropes to make it to your feet, breathing shallowly so as not to inflate your ribcage so much as to fully feel the stinging in your back. When you turned around, Elias was there to crash the tin over your head. Like a felled tree, you tumbled back onto the canvas. He angrily threw the crumpled cylander outside the ring towards the announce tables. You clambered up the ropes on the other side. Elias bided his time. When you were on your feet and using the top rope as leverage, Elias ran and clotheslined you over and onto the floor. He held onto the top rope and shot a look at the crowd. It was a night of extremes, so both of you had to be willing to do something outside of your comfort zones. He pulled back on it and used the tension to launch himself over so he could land on you.

Admirably, it was an impressive jump, but he had thought about it too long.

You were ready for him with the lid from the trashcan. It caught Elias between the eyes, making him roll around on the floor. You took that time to grab some tools of your own. Mainly, the set of stairs closest to the ramp. The bounced and flipped and were ready for when you finally dragged Elias back into the ring. The crowd ooh-ed and cheered as you slammed his head into one of them.

“See,” you panted, “you don’t have to open your mouth to make the people cheer.” He mumbled something about weak insults. You smirked down at him and rolled out of the ring for something else. You angled the ladder you found against the side of the corner post. Elias growled and rolled to his feet. It took him the same amount of time as it did for you to get back in the ring and halfway pull the ladder up. Elias punched you in the back of your ribs, sending the ladder precariously back to the floor, though it fell back as before. He continued to punch at your face and shoulders, again sending you to your knees. You were able to gain some separation by returning a rib blow with your elbow and rolling back to the floor.

Elias was impressive. He wasn’t a man to stay down long. Not when he wanted to prove something. But you couldn’t think about that. You had to finish the match.

With a quick search, you found a short chain of steel links. You wrapped it around your fist. Elias crumpled with the blow to his stomach. That left you with the opening you needed to bring the ladder into the ring. You climbed the corner and was successful in holding it high for the crowd to see. Looking behind you, you saw the ref checking on Elias still mostly unmoved from the earlier gut hit. The ref backed away in a hurry as you fell backward off the ropes, dropping the ladder like another wrestler onto Elias’s chest. He flopped around on the canvas. With the way this was going, the match should have been another five minutes, tops.

Repeatedly the ref asked him if he wanted to leave the ring and get checked out. Elias kept growling and yelling, “no!” Under his breath you heard him mutter, “why didn’t I think of the ladder?”

You crawled between them and used your head to push Elias to his back for a pin. He kicked out to the screams of the crowd, each member just surprised as you that he was able to do anything at this point. Your lungs were burning, you could feel your back bruising, and your heart thundered in your ears fueled by adrenaline. Still, you made it to your feet, promising yourself that Elias was going to regret hitting you with a guitar, if he didn’t already. You picked up the ladder again.

The steps you had thrown in earlier made for the best place to put it. The ladder clanged as you dropped it, setting up the next place you were going to throw Elias. The ref asked what the hell you were doing; you ignored him and grabbed Elias from steadying himself on the ropes. You slotted Elias’s head between your legs and curled him upward for a powerbomb. Elias used the momentum combined with blows to your face to send you crashing onto your back with his weight on your stomach. You were able to roll him off, but the energy needed for a powerbomb was slipping away.

Elias’s energy was dwindling too, but he still made it to his feet and found enough to force you into another battle of punches and slaps to the chest. Between him, Roman, and Finn’s chops, Elias’s stung the most; no mean feat. You slowed him down with a kick to the stomach, then threw him towards the rope. It backfired and he clotheslined you to the canvas. From the corner of your eye, you were amazed to see him kick from his back to his feet, making the crowd go wild. You scrambled to the ropes to get your feet under you, but Elias was ready for you. He popped you up and dropped the inside of your thigh onto his knee before punching you down to the canvas. He fell with you, the spike of energy nearly spent.

He wandered off to a corner of the ring; you didn’t pay attention to which, though you should have. Instead, you focused on getting back some control of your legs. You were able to get to your knees, then suddenly you couldn’t see. Elias pulled back harder on the chain link, further digging into your brow. Then he was slamming your forehead down, into what you didn’t know until you felt the padding of a turnbuckle. After three more hits, your legs gave out and you slipped out of Elias’s grasp. That did not bother him at all. If anything, it put you in a perfect position to take four more chain hits to the face, which the audience gleefully counted.

“Why. Won’t. You. Stay. Down?” he asked between hits. “You’ve got more fight then Braun, I think.”

Something other than sweat pooled on your forehead and began to run down your face. Elias took the blood as a target for his next hits, blinding you with it and intensifying the pain. You were unable to fight back as he lifted you up momentarily before dropping you on the ladder you had sat up. For a split second, you thought of the unspoken Extreme Golden Rule: ‘he who sets it up goes through it.’ You hated that rule.

Elias crawled over the ladder next to you and into the corner. Before he could set up for whatever drop he was going to do, you heaved yourself up and unsteadied him. You thought you had him. His head was secured under your arm, then the punches to your stomach started. Elias lifted you by the hem of your pants and threw you sternum-first onto the ladder. It clattered off the steps, unbroken, and left you writhing towards the middle of the ring. Elias slid himself across the top rope, kicking the ladder and steps out of the way as me moved to another corner. Despite the ref’s frantic waving, he jumped and landed an elbow drop on your already damaged chest.

He leaped up in victory and shouted, “who wants to walk with Elias?”

In response, the crowd started to chant, “this is awesome!”

Those chants should have been for your moves, not his. Even if he did deserve them.

While techies finished moving the steps out of the ring, and while you inched towards the ropes, Elias basked in the adoration. He crouched and waved for you to make it to your feet. You did not allow his plan to come to completion. It flubbed, but as Elias ran at you with a kick, you twisted under him and lifted him onto your shoulders. The pain in your chest was too much, so you collapsed under his weight. The ref checked on him first, incase Elias fell on his neck wrong. You, on the other hand, readied for a spear. Elias waved the ref away, wobbled to his feet, and twisted out of your way at the last second. Turning to defend yourself, your head snapped back as one of the steel chairs crashed into your face.  

How did he have enough energy to hit you that hard? Wasn’t the man tired yet?

Either way, it made you roll out of the ring. You frantically grabbed at anything you could use, wrapping your fingers around the first thing you found.

Elias left the ring on the other side, making a bee-line for the tech booth.

“Wait, wait, wait!” You called to him. He stopped, element of surprise mostly broken. You tossed the kendo stick at his feet. “If you’re going to beat me up, use that instead of another guitar. Leave Delilah out of this.”

With a nod, Elias picked up the stick, twirling it to get used to the weight. With a shudder, you realized you had given him your weapon. Elias grinned, coming to the same realization. The first hit ignited a fire on your shoulder. By twisting away, you opened up your damaged back for more. In a cruel twist of irony, the ring became your sanctuary. You quickly rolled into the ring and searched for anything. You raised a chair to deflect Elias’s strike, holding it like a shield. The stick caught your fingers once, but for the most part, the ‘shield’ worked. You were even able to knock it out of his hand and take it.

Everyone always compared wrestlers to modern gladiators. You wondered what they would think of you with our chair shield and bamboo sword.

There wasn’t time for a conclusion to that thought. Elias had found the chain and slung it around your ankle. With a tug, he took you to the mat, the chair landing on your chest. He took his chance and elbow dropped on top of it. You were still trying to catch your breath long after the three count.

When you had control of your lungs back, you could finally see the ref lifting Elias’s hand in victory. Elias looked down at you and offered you his hand. He helped you to your feet.

“Finally. I thought you were down for the count fifteen minutes ago. You are one hard-hitting man. Where do you keep it all?”

“I have an extra battery pack in the soles of my boots,” you joked. “From that experience, I would say you do too.” Elias chuckled and moved to walk away. An idea popped into your head. “You know, if we play our cards right… we might be able to repeat this at WrestleMania. Have our moment.” You held out your hand. “Are you willing to think about it?”

Elias looked at your half of the handshake, then to the destruction in the ring, then into the crowd that was chanting for him to reciprocate. He nodded and gripped your hand in a tight squeeze. “If you think you’re up to it.”

“Anything you can handle, I can dish out.” You stepped away and called to the techies in the corner by the announce table. When you came back, you had Elias’s guitar. You held it out to him. “Until WrestleMania then.”

“Until then.” Elias took his guitar and left the ring. He slung it over his shoulder, Drifter style, and shot you a little wave.

The fight to see who was the best man was over, match wise. But the war against the rest of the roster had just begun.

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Darling

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Prompt: Eggsy from Kingsman doesn’t get enough smut! Xx so please could you fix this🙄 love you xx

Eggsy and the Reader are undercover as a couple, and they know the room is bugged. The reader suggests that they engage in certain activities to make the relationship “sound real.”

Pairing: Eggsy x Agent!Reader

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, oral (both receiving) orgasm denial-ish, bondage, forced orgasm, fluff

Word Count: 1,230

Note: Let me tell you, it was a hot afternoon writing this. This is straight SMUT, with a twinge of fluff at the end. Please let me know what you think with comments and reblogs, and a like here and there if you want. My tag lists are open, including one for Kingsmen fics if I start getting enough requests/ideas for them. If you have a request, feel free to shoot me a message on anon or public, or in my PMs. Now please enjoy!

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Twenty minutes ago, Mr. and Mrs. Kersey left the banquet of an ammunitions merchant and were led to their room.

Ten minutes ago, Mr. and Mrs. Kersey found several bugs in the suite while putting away their things, leaving the devises in place.

Five minutes ago, Mrs. Kersey murmured something to Mr. Kersey and then stated it was time for bed. Mr. Kersey followed and started to undo his tie.

At the present moment, you were trying to keep your composure while Eggsy threw away the last of your clothing. He grinned wide and started to kiss up your thigh from your knee. Any hope of keeping your first goal fell away as he skipped over your mound and continued his way up your body. You keened and shuddered under his touch.

“Oh, E-“

He silenced you with a kiss and leaned in close to your ear. “No names. Remember, darling?” He sucked gently on the crook of your neck.

“Yes, darling.” Your fingers wove into his hair as he leaned down to lave his tongue over your breasts. Once your peaks were raised enough to his satisfaction, he nibbled on your ear.

“You were the one who wanted to ‘make it sound real,’ love. So, let them hear you, ya?”

You couldn’t have been quiet if you tried. Eggsy flattened his tongue on your heat and pinned you to the bed. He drove his tongue into you, licking his way around your walls. He sucked on your clit at random intervals, jolting you. He chuckled as your thighs tightened around his head. The vibrations gave you the shivers and made you pant for oxygen. You clawed at the sheets as he licked and sucked and tortured you right up to the precipice of orgasm.

But then he held you there.

He slowed down the rhythm he had built up. A slow lick there. A stroke on your inner thigh there. Nosing at your clit with barely enough pressure. You whined as you felt the orgasm start to fade away.

“Darling, please!” You tried to move his head where you needed him, but Eggsy looked up at you with a smirk.

“I dunno. I kinda like it down here. Might eat my dessert slow and savor it for a while.” He groaned as you tugged harsh on his hair. “But I take it you don’t like that idea?” He sucked harshly on your clit, then waited for your reply. Which wasn’t so much of a reply as a desperate breathy moan and frantically shaking your head. Eggsy chuckled again.

He plunged a finger into you, curling and thrusting it in just the right places to send you crying out again. He kept his other hand still on your waist to keep you from bucking up into his face. He added a second finger and curled them alternately, then together. The coil in your belly tensed again. Eggsy sucked at your gushing pleasure and hummed delighted into your sex. With one last harsh suck on your clit, you came tumbling apart. Toes curling. Thighs shaking. And a blissed-out smile on your face.

Eggsy crawled up the bed to lay on the pillows beside you, smugly smiling at you. In the split second that he closed his eyes, you reached off the bed and grabbed his tie. Feeling your movements, his eyes snapped open just in time to see you finishing the knots around his wrists. Not to tight. Lose enough for him to escape should another need arise.

“Feeling in control, darling?” His grin sank into gasping as you wrapped your lips around his cock head. You licked at his slit. One hand you ran through your slick, then brought it up to grip his cock. The other you brought up where he could see you playing with your nipples. He grunted and his hips jolted as you started to drag your hand up and down his cock. “That feels so good, baby.” He broke off with a shuddering sigh as you gave him a particularly sharp twist. “You’re not feeling vengeful, are you?”

You leaned forward and kissed your way up his chest. “Maybe just a little,” you breathed against his lips. You backed away quickly, making him strain forward against the tie in an effort to follow your lips.  Keeping eye contact you trailed your nails down his chest, then bent to take his cock into your mouth. His head fell back and his eyes squeezed shut. You came up for air. “Too much?”

He rapidly shook his head. “No. Please keep going.” He watched you confused as you cheekily crossed your arms. His eyes glinted with understanding. “Please keep going, darling.”

You smiled and dipped back down to continue. His thighs tensed under your fingertips as you continued to bob up and down. His breathing was erratic. His torso rippled with strain as he tried to hold on. Just as his sighs reached their high point, you pulled off with a pop. Eggsy slumped into the pillows and panted to catch his breath.

You didn’t give him the chance.

With a groan from both of you, you guided his length into your sex and eased your way to the perfect full feeling he always gave you. Your walls pulsated around him, making you fall into his chest for stability. Eggsy used your moment of sensations to flip you under him. The give in the tie you’d given him so he could trash a bit he now used against you. He began a furious pace, making you brace yourself on the headboard. You might as well been the one tied up; you couldn’t use your hands for anything else.

Eggsy twisted his hips. He searched for the spots where you were most sensitive. And found them quickly. You mewled with each thrust, while Eggsy moaned above you. The mission, the room, the whole world faded away as the fire spread from the pounding in your heart through your veins to the tips of your fingers and your toes and to the very ends of your hair, burning your lungs and making your shiver with ice-hot heat. With a hoarse scream, you came, blinded with bright light.

But Eggsy kept going.

He slowed down for a little bit while you came back to earth, then sped back up.

“Darling, what are you doing?” you asked, a twinge of distress edging your voice. Your eyes fluttered shut as Eggsy twisted into one of your overly sensitive points.

“Come on. One more. One more to make up for the one I denied you earlier.” He continued to thrust until you were a quivering mess and his hips began to falter. “Come on, baby. One more.” Again you fell over the edge, this time taking Eggsy with you. He pinned his hips to yours while his cum coated your insides.

After a minute, Eggsy released himself from the tie and slid down beside you. He pulled the luxurious sheet over your body and kissed your forehead. He waved away your attempts to rub his shoulders.

“I’m alright, love. Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You curled closer to him and fell sleep on his chest.

He stayed up to keep first watch, passing the time by stroking your hair. When he was sure you were deep asleep, he leaned in close and whispered, “I love you, Y/N.”

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Rough Life

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All the little things piling up and Y/N is done with dealing with it. Finn cuddles her and gives all the comfort she needs.

Pairing: Finn Balor x Y/N (reader)

Warnings/Promises: angst from dealing with life, fluff

Note: For my wonderful Balor Club darling, @flightofthefantasies . For anybody having a rough time.

Your keys clattered unceremoniously onto the counter. You let your coat fall to the floor and slipped out if your shoes, leaving everything in prime position to trip over later.

Done.

That was the only thing you could use to describe how you felt right now. Everything that could go wrong, did. To work, at work, and all the way home too. You wanted to melt into the floor right there, but hoped your feet would at least carry you to your bed. But when you crawled in, there was someone in the way.

Finn murmured in his sleep. He must have got in a little while ago. He’d told you about hopping canceled connections, and you didn’t want to wake him.

When you tried to move back out to nap on the couch, Finn rolled over and wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Hi,” he said with a smile, eyes still closed. “How was your day?”

You hated how that question made your chest tight. Made your cheeks burn. Hopefully, the dark was enough to help your lie. “It was fine.” Finn’s eyes snapped open at the hurt in your voice. If you kept talking maybe he wouldn’t do anything. “How-”

“Hey,” Finn stroked your cheek. “I know that face. What’s wrong?”

If you bit on your lip any harder, it was going to start bleeding soon. Finn’s thumb stroking your cheek broke the last of the walls you’d built to survive the day. One broken sentence led to a full thought, then to ranting about the day and everything that helped build it into the disaster it turned into. Finn kept stroking your cheek, wiping away the eventual tears. When you were done, Finn curled you into his chest. He stroked your back and hair, whispering softly.

“Agra, I am so sorry.”

“I didn’t mean to unload on you. You’re tired and you’ve had your own rough day.”

“But I’ve had the team struggling with me. You don’t have to be alone in this.” He kissed your forehead. “I’ve got you. Sleep. I’ll be right here when you wake up. Then we’ll do whatever it takes to make your day better, and how to make the rest of it less hectic. Everything I can do.” He chuckled. “I’ll even call up Balor. You let him know who he needs to take out.”

You smiled. With a sigh, you wiggled closer to Finn, and he pulled the covers over the both of you. Sleep now, plan later. Calm now, life later.

Sleep took over before your mind could argue.

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At Any Cost Part 2: Salt in the Wounds

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Prompt: The reader (male) in a feud with Elias.

After the events in the Elimination Chamber, the reader challenges Miz for the Intercontinental Championship. But when Elias interrupts the match, the reader takes matters into his own hands and attempts to take retribution of his own.

Pairing: None. Rivalry Elias vs. Male Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 1670

Note: Here is the next part! I like how this turned out and I hope you do to. Please let me know what you think in the usual ways, and remember that my tag lists are open (including the list for this series’ last part if you don’t want to miss it.) My requests are open as well. I love a challenge! Enjoy.

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Monday, February 26, 2018

You stormed into Kurt Angle’s office, glad to see the Miz was already there.

“No, you can wait outside,” Miz started. “Don’t inter-“

“Like hell, I will. That was a low blow yesterday, and you know it.” You moved closer, but Kurt stepped between you and pushed you back.

“Hey, when my hand goes up your mouth-“ “You’re going to shut up when I-“

“Hey, stop!” Kurt forced the two of you apart. “If you are going to settle this, do it in the ring and not in my office. Got it?”

“I’m not settling this anywhere unless I get a shot at that title.” You reached out and poked at the belt. Miz wretched it away from your reach. “Miz says he brings prestige to the belt, but he uses every underhanded action unbecoming of a champion to hold onto it. I would be a better champion, and we all know it.”

Miz pushed forward against Kurt’s separation. “You think you’d be a better champion? Keep dreaming. I beat you last night, but you didn’t seem to get the message.”

“Then both of you get down to the ring.” Kurt’s voice broke through your stare-down. “I’ll call a ref, and you guys can determine who would be the better champion. Now get out of my office!” He stared after both of you while you left in different directions, then went back to worrying something on his phone.

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At Any Cost Part 1: Elimination Chamber

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Prompt: The reader (male) in a feud with Elias.

Weeks of interruptions from either side have led you and Elias here: the Elimination Chamber. Not only is a Wrestlemania moment up for grabs, but also the chance to prove who is the better wrestler and the better man.

Pairing: None. Rivalry

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 1700

Note: To the anon who requested this, I did try to make this a one shot. I was unsuccessful. There will be two more parts after this. I hope you all enjoy the read, and request that you give me feedback on anything you like or dislike. Comments, reblogs, question submissions, or even PMs are all great ways to let me know what you were thinking reading the fic. It’s more on the technical side, but the goal is to help you feel part of the action. Can you guess what will happen next week? (Using this gif because it’s probably my favorite Elias moment.)

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Sunday, February 25, 2018

Miz was using the ring to his advantage. He had you stretched between the ropes, using the middle one to put pressure on the back of your neck. Braun was watching through lidded eyes having taken a spear a few minutes before, with an exhausted Roman laying a few feet away. Seth and Finn were scattered on the other side of the ring.

You elbowed Miz in the ribs, freeing yourself from his grip. You continued to rain blows onto Miz, finishing with a slapping uppercut that sent him to the canvas. You fell to your knees to catch your breath. The others watched as you stumbled back to your feet and threw Miz into a turnbuckle. You ran towards him, but at the last second he brought his boot up to viciously kick you in the face. Miz attempted to run at you, but was caught and thrown onto his back for a pin. Miz kicked out. You were unperturbed and shifted into a chokehold. As Miz’s struggles weakened, the timer counted down for the last chamber to open.

You watched your rival as he bounced inside his chamber. For months you had taken turns getting in the way of each other’s goals. Depending on who asked, either he started it when he distracted you during match by playing that accursed guitar outside of the ring. Or you started it when Braun threw you into him practicing backstage and shoved him to the ground in your haste to get to your feet. Things had come to a head in a triple-threat match for the opportunity to enter the Elimination Chamber last. You teamed up against Braun, but he kicked you out of the ring and won the pin for himself. Now he was reaping that reward while you had to start the match first with Miz.

With the buzzer, Elias left his chamber and quickly stepped through the ropes. You released Miz and stood to meet Elias in a stare down. He smirked at you, having apparently enjoyed seeing you fight for the entirety of the match while the others trickled in. He nodded towards your shoulder, the one Braun sent into the corner of his chamber earlier. You rotated your shoulder and brought your fists up to the ready.

Then you both met in the center of the ring. Forgoing the test of strength, you hit at each other with fists and elbows. For a few steps you advanced, then Elias forced you back before sling-shotting you into a corner. He followed soon after with a full body blow. You sagged against the ropes, but Elias kept moving and flipped you onto the canvas. You arched as he kicked between your shoulder blades. He tugged you back for a pin; you didn’t let the ref even get to one.

No way in Hell were you going to let him take this away from you.

You made it to your feet before him. He stumbled as you round-housed his shoulders in turn. He tried to scoop up under you for a drop; you hit at his face with your elbow until you slipped from his shoulders. While you were catching your breath, Elias bounced off the ropes behind you and shoved you down into the canvas. Again, he tried to pin you. This time the ref made it to two.

Before Elias could try again, Seth scrambled under the bottom rope and rolled him up. Elias arched out at two, sending Seth sprawling. Seth kept moving, but Elias was still too fresh and caught him against his knees. Seth collapsed. Elias struggled to roll him onto his back for the pin that only made it to two. Seth rolled back under the ropes onto the grate. Elias slumped against the ropes.

He went after Finn next, shoving him into the chain wall as the Balor Club leader tried to make it to his feet. With Finn taken out for just a bit longer, he turned back to your mostly motionless body. Elias forced you to your feet. He punched at your face, elbowed at your chest, hit you around the ring. But when he tried to throw you into the ropes, you countered and threw him instead. He tried to kick at your chest, but you caught his ankles and forced him onto his back. He struggled as you readied to toss him. You fell straight back, sending him flying over the ropes and landing on the outside grate. You stepped through and stood him up. Though the landing was rough onto the grate, you dropkicked him into the chamber behind him. It didn’t break, and Elias was able to wobble to his feet. He took the few seconds it took for you to close the distance between you to shut himself up in the chamber. He put his weight against the door.

With the others beginning to stir again, you didn’t like the possibility of him coming out behind you. Elias strained to keep the door closed even as you forced it open with your knee. You soon had him slumped to one side with knees to his chest. You mistakenly tugged him to his feet to slap at his chest. Elias shoved your spine into the frame and rushed past you. He slammed the door repeatedly closed on your shoulder, forearm, and chest. When you finally fell, Elias leaned against the outside of the ropes and hauled himself up to a standing position.

Elias looked through the chain wall out at the crowd. “Who wants to walk with Elias?” he called.

Finn used the ropes to make it to his feet. Elias checked to make sure you weren’t moving anytime soon, then focused on Finn. Eventually, he ddt-ed Finn into the grate. But the hit took its toll on him too. Something Miz took advantage of as he tugged Elias into the ring. They shared an annoyed look after Elias kicked out at two.

Miz stalked Finn as he crawled through the ropes. The ref held Miz off while Finn floundered the corner. Once the ref moved out of he way, Miz ran in with a kick to Finn’s chest. Between alternating kicks and strikes to Finn’s head and shoulders, Miz gained momentum. Finn broke away and started to climb the turnbuckle. You saw Miz catching up and about to prevent whatever acrobatics Finn had planned. You tumbled into the ring and made it to your feet in time to strike Miz in the small of his back before he could further his attack. Miz’s arm fell over Finn’s neck, and you reached twisted to stand under Miz with your back to the corner. You tugged on his hips, pulling him away from Finn and slamming into the canvas. You rolled his legs above him, panting and struggling for breath. But still, he kicked out.

Both you and Miz stumbled to your feet. You looked at each other, then where Finn was supposed to be. But he wasn’t on top of the turnbuckle. He’d crawled to the top of the chamber and was falling towards you. You fell with Finn onto your chest and Miz into your side. Finn laid over Miz’s chest; who weakly brought his shoulder up before the end of the count. When that failed, Finn stood just in time to receive a kick to the chest by Elias.

Elias towered over Finn, completely oblivious to your movements behind him. You jumped and grabbed his neck, falling so his back arched over the ropes. He fell forward to his stomach, then contorted in pain so his shoulders were on the canvas. With a deep breath, you jumped over the ropes and landed on his chest.

One. Two. Three.

You quickly rolled away, laughing. He may have been the last one in, but he was the first one out.

Elias growled and scowled at you. He stomped on your chest on his way out, though that didn’t keep you from standing to tower over him on the floor.

You had beaten him. At a pretty heavy cost to your body, but you beat him.

He continued to glower at you as the chain wall closed with him on the outside. Then his face broke out into a wide smile. The wall lock clicked into place, then you were pushed into it. Elias walked away laughing as Miz continued his assault.

You lifted Miz onto your shoulders, tossing him into the ring and stepping through yourself. He caught you around the neck and brought your neck down onto his thigh. He released you and turned. You were ready with a kick to his face that sent him into a slow fall back onto the canvas. He rolled around out of your grasp. In your frustration, you made the mistake of crawling to the opposite corner. Using the ropes you pulled yourself up, mirroring Miz. You ran for a sling-blade, but Miz rolled under, evading you.

Outside the ring, Seth and Roman took turns throwing each other into the chain wall. With the ref distracted, Miz slid up behind you and struck his forearm between your legs.

You were unable to fight back as he lifted your arms up on either side and kicked your legs out from under you. The skull-crushing finale made your eyes cross. You barely felt Miz rolling you to your back or the vibrations of the ref’s count. Miz kicked you all the way to the door, sending you bouncing down the steel steps outside.

He didn’t last much longer as Seth and Finn paired up for a bit. Braun finished him off, pinning him with his boot. It took Roman and Seth, with a distraction by Finn to eliminate Braun. Roman held off while his Shield-brother and Balor flipped and sling-bladed their way through each other. Seth super kicked Roman to keep him out of the way, but that was his downfall. The split focus blinded him to Finn’s movements, and he was eliminated.

Roman and Finn fought for another ten minutes, but you only half watched from backstage. Your road to WrestleMania was taken from you. And you were going to make sure Miz paid for it.

Elias watched you pack up, equally perturbed that you had cost him the possibility of facing Lesnar. He had the same idea of vengeance as you, but in a way that would rile you up and pour salt into the wound of a missed double opportunity.

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Compromise

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The Reader tries to give blood, but there are complications. Dick and the Reader have a heart-to-heart to come to a compromise about donating.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

Warnings/Promises: giving blood, passing out, mention of unfriendly needles, food mention, fluff, angst

Word Count: 880

Note: I tried to give blood the other day and it did not go well. The circumstances are a little different in the fic, but here’s hoping it connects with a few of you. Please let me know if it did, or if you have your own donation stories. All likes, comments, and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Please enjoy!

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(Credit to here; I couldn’t find a better gif elsewhere. Thank you!)

A harsh white light filled your sight as you blinked. Blurry figures flittered in and out of your vision, slowly congealing into nurses as they moved around other participants. One figure hovered closer than the others. They were saying something but hearing and understanding took a few more seconds.

“Y/N? Wake up, please. Can you hear me? Y/N?” Dick’s face came into focus and you smiled. He was in his police uniform.

“Hey, baby. What are you doing here?” You tried to lift your hands to cup his face, but it hurt too much to lift your left arm.

Dick glanced down at your arm and kept you from moving it. “One of the guys on duty recognized you and called me on dispatch when you passed out. What are you doing here?”

“Giving blood.” Oh yeah. Lightheadedness and then darkness. “Or trying too.”

As the nurse began to check the wrap on your arm, you made the mistake of looking down. Your vision swam again seeing the quick bruising around the needle site. Dick turned your face back to look at him. His eyes glinted with a flash of panic.

“No. Breath with me.” He led you through a breathing exercise, distracting you from… everything. By the time the nurse pulled your billowy sleeve down to cover the site you were both calmer.

“You’re good to go,” she said. “We got almost a full pint, so we should still be able to use it. Thank you for trying.” She handed you an ice-cold apple juice and spoke to Dick. “Give her a few minutes before letting her up. She’s probably going to be unstable for a hot second.”

Dick shook his head as the nurse went to help another donator. “I thought you weren’t going to try again?”

“But I want to help!” You wriggled to sit up a bit, then realized how leaned back they had you. “The last time was only bad because I tried it with my right arm last time. It was too thin and…”

“And the needle went through your vein. And you were bruised for over two weeks. And you have passed out or nearly passed out every time you’ve given, if you were even successful.” He sighed and rested his forehead on yours. “I don’t want you to keep risking your health.”

You snorted. “Like you don’t do that every day wearing either of your blue uniforms. Dick, I may not be able to fight the bad guys like you do, but I can give blood every once in a while. What’s a quick nap if I can help someone?” You studied his face. “Why does this scare you so much? You know I am safe here. It’s not Gotham.”

“I know, it’s just…” Dick looked around the room. “When you pass out, there’s nothing I can do to help you. You have to wake up on your own, and that scares me.” He gave your right hand a short tight squeeze. “I can’t save you.”

He looked guilty. Like it was his fault that your body was so adamant about not giving. Like it was his fault that you hadn’t told him you were going to try again. You felt guilty for not telling him.

“How about this?” You gathered your thoughts as Dick watched you intently. “You don’t like it, but I’m just as stubborn as you are so I’m going to keep trying. But I’ll tell you next time. We’ll make a day of it. You can take me to lunch, stay with me and hold my hand during the donation, and then take care of me afterward. You can save me by making sure my system is ready.” You bit your bottom lip when Dick didn’t react at first. “Thoughts? Worries? Suggestions?”

Dick’s temples flexed as he clenched his jaw. “You’re right. I don’t like it.”

“Richard,”

“And you’re right again. You are stubborn enough to keep trying.” He thought for a few more seconds. “I understand why you want to give. And I’m glad you see my side of things.” Again he paused. You fought against holding your breath. “I’ll ask off on days you want to donate, but I would like to keep it closer to four months between donations instead of the usual two allowed.”

“So you miss less work. I can agree to that.” You smiled. Dick did too.

“Cool. I would also like to take you to a doctor to see if we can do something different so you don’t pass out.” Dick looked away and mumbled under his breath, “and if they tell you not to give, all the better. Less stress all around.”

“I heard that,” you said at the same whisper level. You giggled. “If we are in agreement… where are you taking me for lunch?”

He laughed. “How about the Mediterranean place on Fourth? They have a great lentil soup with spinach. The best iron foods in one place for a hero.”

“Sounds good.” You leaned into his touch and he ran his thumb across your cheek. “Thank you for listening to me.”

“Back at you. Now let’s see how many packages of Oreos we can get away with before they run us out of the joint.”

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Snow Kisses

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Snowball fight fluff.

Pairing: Reader x Jack Gallagher, appearances by Roman Reigns and Xavier Woods

Warning: Snow fluff, giggle alert

Word Count: <500

Note: My first WWE fic! This came out of nowhere but made me giggly. I’m using everyone’s wrestler names for clarity. Please let me know what you think of it! And please like, reblog, and send me more WWE fic ideas. 

Roman nearly collided with you around a corner. “Y/N, it’s snowing outside!”

You raced Roman to the arena garage, trying to be the first one out in the fluff. It was falling heavily and sticking to every surface in sight. You spun around in it, giggling as the cold stuck to your cheeks and hair.

It seems it had been falling for a while because the cars outside were already heavily dusted. Dusted enough to clump together.

“Hey, Ro…”

He didn’t have enough time to react till the snowball hit him full in the face. You bent in half with laughter as he sputtered and shook.

“Oh, it’s on now, little girl.” He raked his big hands over a windshield and made a ball twice as big as yours. Thankfully you were always good at dodgeball.

“Snowball fight!” Xavier ran out and caught a hit in the chest meant for you. In minutes, there were at least ten wrestlers in the parking lot throwing everything they could at each other.

A spark of red hair caught your attention, becoming your next target.

“Bloody hell!” Jack said. The snowball had hit his shoulder, spraying his face as it broke apart. He glared at you till it morphed into a smirk. “Do not think I will go easy on you just because you are a lady.”

“Please don’t,” you sassed. You ran further into the parking lot, laughing as the snow began to fall heavier in big wet clumps. You turned with fresh ammunition, only to drop it as your face was filled with snow. Jack crowed with delight as you shuddered. He was by your side in an instant.

“Let’s get that warmed up, shall we?” He pressed his nose to yours, then tilted to kiss you. You would have been warm had the next snowball not caught the both of you.

Roman stood frozen, waiting for your paired reaction.

You looked at Jack, and he smirked at you. As one you each formed a snow ball.

“Oh, shi…” Roman dashed to one side, missing Jack’s throw. Yours, on the other hand, hit him in the chin. He recovered quickly and dove into the fray, peppering The New Day with snowball after snowball behind their car fort.

“What do you say we find a warm corner and have some cocoa?” Jack hugged you close.

“It’s going to be quite the gauntlet.” You nodded towards the volley of snowy projectiles between you and the gate.

“Then I suggest we run.”

You squealed as he pulled you after him, shrieking when you got hit. You dumped one last handful of snow down the back of his neck before he reached the gate, then raced away with him close on your heels.

It snowed today; wanted to reblog one of my low-key favorites…

Tumbling Together

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Prompt: Tim McGee (NCIS) fluff/smut with a romantic date for their second anniversary, please?

Pairing: Tim McGee x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: fluff, SMUT

Word Count: 1270 (it seems short, sorry)

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Tony watched confused as McGee typed fast, even faster than usual. “What’s going-“

“No.”

The rebuke made Tony reel. He looked across towards Ziva for some sort of explanation. She only smiled and continued with her part of the paperwork for the finished case. Silence reigned for about a minute, then Tony tried again.

“Probie, w-“

“Shut up, Tony.”

Mcgee was never in this mood. It didn’t seem to be bothering Ziva, but she knew about the team than they knew. What was he missing? Tony blatantly stared, hoping his teammate would break and tell him why he was working to finish too quickly.

Mcgee scanned over the last of his work, then sent it off and closed down for the weekend. “See you guys later.” He was gone a few seconds later, and Tony was still none the wiser.

His pleading confused face made Ziva chuckle. “Anniversary,” she whispered.

“Where are we going, Tim?” You blinked behind the blindfold. Tim laughed as you rustled under all the layers you were wearing; his only hint had been that it was going to be cold. Any hope that he would turn on the AC fizzled out when the car slowed to a stop.

“We’re here.” Tim helped you out of the car and led you for a few yards before easing off the blindfold.

Spread in front of you was the ice rink at the Warf. The sky was descending into that transition between the sky brightening with bursts of orange and yellow and where the clouds lost their color to deep blues as night took over. The already cool air had a crisp bite to it, making you rezip the coat you tried to escape in the car. But what took your breath away wasn’t the cold air, it was the strings of lights reflecting off the ice. Tim took your arm as you watched couples circling the ring, a few twirling. He paid for admission and the skates, then helped you lace your pair.

You hadn’t been skating since you were a little girl. Between your job and Tim’s, there hadn’t been time. A regret you told him in passing months ago, shortly after your first anniversary.

“You remembered!” You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. With a delighted squeal, you half-dragged him onto the ice.

Instantly you fell on your ass.

“Let’s just… take it slow,” Tim chuckled. He stayed close to the rail with you. It was cute how focused he was in keeping his feet beneath him. It matched the face he wore when cracking through some particularly tough firewalls. The face that always made you giggle.

After a few laps, you felt confident enough to lead Tim further into the ring. You held your breath and pushed off, starting the rhythm needed to “step.” Tim followed your pattern and swayed in time with you. A few more minutes in Tim was the one who took your hands and spun the both of you around. The warf and the skyline spun behind Tim as you were sure it did behind you from his angle. In the center of the ring, he held your waist while you did your best impressing of a spin on toe. You made about four turns before your skates tangled and you fell, taking Tim with you.

“I think it’s time for hot chocolate,” you groaned rubbing your elbow where it hit the ice.

“I think so.” Tim chuckled while rubbing his knee. He continued to smile through wobbling to the hot chocolate shack, and through the following hour of further skating. By the time you made it back to the car every article of clothing was wet from falls, your fingers were frozen and also your nose, toes, and you wouldn’t have been surprised if your eyebrows weren’t moving with the rest of your face.

You shed your clothes in the bathroom, dropping them with a wet plop. Turning to the vanity you let down your hair and fluffed it out of the former confines of your hat. Tim pressed up behind you, also naked but warmer than you. He kissed your neck and smiled with your contented sigh.

And his hard cock was pressed into your lower back.

His eyes met yours in the mirror and you held your breath. Reaching back, you guided his hands to your front. When Tim took over, you kept your hands on his. One rose up your stomach to your breast, teasing and pinching the nipple. The other rested on your abdomen, millimeters away from where you wanted him. Tim shifted to kiss on the other side of your neck. You let your head drop the other way to give him access, closing your eyes with a shaky breath as he stilled over your pulse point. As you waited for him to suck on your neck, Tim’s fingers slipped to your clit. Your hips bucked, coating his fingers with your arousal. Finally, his teeth grazed against your neck. As he latched his lips to your sweet spot, you gasped and arched into him with each circle on your clit. It was a soft high. Blinding and breathtaking, but your legs still had enough strength to turn around and meet Tim nose to nose.

He held your hands and stepped backward into the bedroom. You leaned back where he guided you, easing into the sheets. Tim’s eyes glazed over with a far-off look.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead. “Just wondering how I ended up with the perfect woman.”

He didn’t leave you room to refute him. You both moved faster. Noses smashing together and teeth sometimes clicking. You dug your fingers into his back and rolled your hips up.

“Please, baby.” You reached down and gently gripped his length. He broke away to pant as you spread precum over the head and gave him a few pumps before guiding him to your entrance. His breathing mirrored your own as he eased into your heat until finally sheathing himself in final impatient trust. You keened, willing him to move. You braced yourself against the backrest as he obliged. He kept his face focused on you. Watching your eyes close with pleasure and your mouth agape as your lungs begged for air. You locked your ankles behind his back, drawing him in impossibly deeper. His hips twisted. You cried out. He continued to thrust into that spot that made your vision blur and your toes curl.

Your thighs quaked, and your cry of pleasure faded into the pleasurable silence where everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion and rocketing at the speed of light all at the same time. You felt Tim’s fingers digging into your hips. Heard his grunts and breathy moans. Soared and stayed anchored to the way his hips kept meeting yours. Lost your sight to the blinding sensations and the drowning darkness.

Tim faltered when your walls clamped down on him. He spilled into you and shivered, then fell to your side.

Absently, you groped around to find the sheets and pulled them up over you. Clean up and/or round two could come later. Right now, you could barely keep your eyes open enough to admire the glow in Tim’s cheeks and the slight part of his lips as he caught his breath.

“I love you, Tim,” you sighed, finally drifting off.

“I love you too. Happy anniversary, Y/N.” He pushed a loose curl out of your face and gave your forehead a kiss. He curled his fingers with yours and fell asleep too.

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