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Family Found Part 28: Not a Total Loss

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The Reader has to take a match into her own hands when one of her wrestlers is attacked backstage. With that against her, and the other events of Survivor Series not playing to her favor, how can she prove to Stephanie McMahon that she is still the best option for a General Manager?

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, some Sheamus x Reader, uneven match descriptions, probably some typos (sorry, wrote this quick)

Word Count: 5430 (I am so so sorry. It’s a big PPV!)

Note: It’s Capstone season for me, so some of this is a bit more rushed than I would have liked. Still, it turned out pretty good, and I’m getting excited for some things to come. Also, I have Becky still competing because my invasion was different, and she would not have been hurt in mine. Please let me know what you have been liking or disliking about my series. The tag list is still open. Enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 27: Powerhouses 

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Survivor Series – November 18, 2018 – Los Angeles, CA

Before the show could even get started, there was one more fight that needed to come into being. It wasn’t your problem. The stars were part of William Regal and Drake Maverick’s crews, and part of it was up in the air until after Saturday’s NXT: War Games. The cruiserweight champion, Buddy Murphy was pleased to see Tommaso Ciampa retain the NXT championship. So, on Sunday they met each other in the ring as part of the pre-show. NXT versus 205 Live.

You were in the PPV booth with Renee, Shane, and the regulars watching the match and listening to the join commentary team make their usual commentary. Mario’s ‘Mama Mia’ never failed to make you smile. Though first, you had to flinch. Ciampa technically weighed less than Murphy, but only by three pounds. And his stringy form was making some problems for Murphy each time he tried to catch him. But when he did… there was nothing Ciampa could do. The cruiserweight wasn’t one of the highest flyers, but he was plenty. If Ciampa couldn’t get up, then he was repeatedly at risk of getting pinned. Luckily for him, he was a sly character. He didn’t have to get to his feet, all he had to do was roll out of the way of a landing and let gravity fight against Murphy for him.

This strategy won. Ciampa’s hand was eventually held high, and he even went as far as to put a weary boot on Murphy’s chest for the event.

***

The wrestlers were still leaving the ring when a techie came up to you at the booth. He whispered in your ear something that made you jump out of your chair and rush back stage.

When you arrived, the trainers were already taping up Dolph’s knee and shoulder. “What happened? Dolph, if this is some trick to get out of the match-“

“I was attacked from behind. I’ve been looking forward to this match and you know it! Why would I have myself attacked?” He tried to stand to say as much closer to your face, but his knee gave out. The trainer had him lay back on the concrete floor. He gave you a look and shook his head. Dolph noticed and sighed. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You couldn’t tell if he was apologizing for getting attacked, or for challenging Sheamus in the first place. You assumed the former. It wasn’t his fault. “It’s okay. I’ll think of something.” You turned and walked a few steps away. “Something.”

***

The pop for Breezango was incredible. Although Fandango wasn’t going to be competing, it was still good to see their team entrance. Arm sling and all. The reaction for R-Truth and Tye Dillinger was almost as good, but most of the energy went towards rapping along. Tyler and ‘Dango got into it too.

It was a fun match. Tye and ‘Dango stayed on the floor while Tyler and R-Truth performed acrobatics against one another. Impressed by R-Truth’s flexibility, Tyler tried to do a split.

Tried.

Thankfully, his own flexibility helped him spring into his own impressive stance. And the battle continued. There was a five-second dance break, and some fashion feux-pas tickets given out to some audience members on the front row, and to Tye. He didn’t take kindly to this and got up on the apron to argue it with Tyler, which gave R-Truth the opening he needed. He rolled the officer up and won the pin. Tye tossed his ticket in ‘Dango’s face and left with his partner having won the first score of the show for Smackdown.

***

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Survivor Series officially started.

Sheamus made his entrance alone since Cesaro was going to go solo later. Backstage, you were in a rush and bumped into Shane coming back from the pre-announce table.

“What are you doing?” He motioned up and down to your hastily thrown-together gear. Technically it wasn’t really gear. Just some flexible skinny jeans and a black tank-top with the Raw logo on it.

You finished your hand tape. “What do you mean ‘what are you doing?’ Did you think I wouldn’t have a back-up plan?”

“You can’t just…”

“I know. Like you have never inserted yourself into a match. Or erroneously filled a team member spot or main evented or wore black and white stripes. Nah. Heaven forbid a manager get involved. Tonight, you guys are just going to have to deal.” You smirked and took a deep breath, squaring off to him. “A manager does what they have to, to keep the show going.”

Shane sputtered as you side stepped him to enter the arena.

Sheamus laughed as soon as your music hit. He leaned against a corner as you lifted a mic to your lips.

“Sorry, Sheamus. Dolph Ziggler won’t be able to fight you tonight. Oops,” you shrugged and continued down the ramp. “But what kind of manager would I be to deny the WWE Universe a unique match?” The mic bounced off floor and you entered the ring. The bell rang shortly after, and you began to circle one another.

Right out of the gate, Sheamus sling shot you into a corner and tried to take you out with a Brogue Kick. You dodged it easily, laughing. He smiled back and waited for you to take a turn attacking him. Before he could change his mind, you bounced off the bottom rope and swung a punch to his face, shaking your hand after the collision. He stumbled back, shock giving way to being impressed. There weren’t taking turns after that.

He caught your Seth-taught frog splash, and he was too big for you to Spear. You were to quick for him to trap in the ropes for chest slaps, and your self-preservation kept avoiding getting hit to hard. The ref was having more trouble getting you two to fight than the usual keeping wrestlers apart. You wanted to keep smiling at each other too much. After another evasion, you spun to sit on the ring post. When Sheamus turned to find you, you gave him a finger wave. Then you jumped, effectively catching him at the shoulders and dropping him to the canvas for the first attempted pin. It didn’t work, but that feeling of ‘almost’ was addicting.

You wore him down a few kicks at a time. Due to his tall figure and your lack of equal height, you aimed more at his thighs and stomach to cut him down to size. Occasionally you forgot to keep your arms up to block and took a punch to the head or shoulders that sent you spinning away. You had to avoid another Brogue Kick, wincing as his boot barley missed your face. With his knee still resting on the top rope, you scaled the turnbuckles and spun to give your punch more force. It hit Shamus square in the jaw and sent him to his back. One, two, three later, you won Raw’s first score of the evening. You had felt him tense at two and a half, but he didn’t go through with it. Something you confronted him about while the crowd cheered.

“Raw’s goin’ ta need the win. We’ve got the better teams.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.” Hiding a true smile with a smug grin, you held out your hand for his. He took it and gave you the handshake. “Good luck with the rest of the show, Miss Manager.”

“The same to your team, Mr. Sheamus.”

***

The second match was the first of the one-on-one matches. Natalya and Becky Lynch took a second to observe each other after the bell rang. For Natalya, it was just another match. Another chance to show how she deserved to be the women’s champion, for Raw and for herself. Becky saw it a different way, and she had expressed as much with her Twitter account. Natalya was another example of a legacy winning over the individual hard work of a roster. Because of this, Becky started the match at the same intensity as she did with her last woman standing match with Charlotte. Fast and brutal.

Desperate to slow the match to a glacial pace so she could catch a breath, Natalya caught Becky up in a series of holds. With each, Becky scrambled to the ropes or was able to contort her way out. So, Natalya changed her game. She met Becky blow for blow, and kick for kick. Dragged her to the center of the ring for holds. And still, Becky fought her way out. If she couldn’t beat Natalya, then her victory over Charlotte was a fluke.

And that could not happen.

When Becky had repeatedly beaten Natalya down to the canvas, she finished her off with a Dis-arm-her. She left the ring holding her blue title high, even as the ref handed the red one back to Natalya still recovering.

***

The women of Raw squared off against the women of Smackdown. The blue brand ladies were running on a high note with their champion’s victory. Carmella was already bragging that she was going to challenge Becky next when she led her team of Charlotte, Sonya, Mandy, and Asuka to the next win. Ember rolled her eyes but kept that plan in mind. She turned to Nia, Sasha, Alicia, and Ruby for a few last words, then left the ring to give the first-round ladies their space.

Sonya and Ruby faced-off first. Sonya pointed back at Mandy. She had back-up from her own mini team is she needed it. Ruby was by herself in a team of people she had taken great pride in destroying. They met in a head-lock, with Ruby taking the opening advantage. They struggled back into the Raw corner, where Sasha tagged herself in and quickly flipped Sonya into the bank statement. The Smackdown team flooded the ring, dragging their teammate from the hold. The teams were forced away from each other by the ref, who noted the change of tags to Carmella and Alicia.

Each woman had a turn to shine. And when the moment was over and she began to dim, another tagged in and picked up where she left off. Alicia eliminated Mandy. Sonya eliminated Alicia. Ember and Asuka had a long engagement, but neither was able to eliminate the other. Nia tagged herself in and eliminated Asuka after a while that left her battered and bruised. Charlotte took that advantage and quickly rolled her into a Figure Eight, relying on her teammates to keep the others at bay. Ruby tried to sneak in to catch Charlotte off-guard but missed the tag that brought in Sonya, who eliminated her with a series of rough punches.

It was down to Ember and Sasha against the three remaining Smackdown women. Sasha leapt in and caught Sonya in another Bank Statement. This one was successful with the others engaged on the floor. Carmella was nowhere to be seen, leaving it to Charlotte to answer the empty tag. Outside on the floor, Ember was hunting for Carmella. She found her hiding behind a camera crew. Carmella screamed, making Charlotte turn from where she had Sasha ready for a pin. Sasha leapt up and rolled Charlotte onto her back, holding her down just long enough for the pin. They glared at each other. The Queen took her time leaving the ring, making sure Sasha was looking at her instead of watching her own back. Which is where Carmella entered with a superkick as soon as Sasha turned around.

Ember slid into the ring, eyes aglow with her victim in her sights. Carmella backed up into the ropes, ordering the ref to keep her back. She tried to escape to the floor, but Ember met her on whatever side she landed on. Carmella finally changed her tactic and fought back. She was captain. And she was going to make sure she was number one contender for her brand’s women championship. She tossed Ember around by her hair. Kept her on her knees. Spun her into corners so she could hit her fast in a place where she couldn’t get away. When it looked like Ember wasn’t going to make it, she turned to the crowd and started to gloat. By the time she had turned back, Ember was on the top turnbuckle. Carmella shrieked. It was cut short by the Total Eclipse and the following pin.

***

The coed teams of Jimmy and Naomi Uso, and Bayley and No Way Jose met in the ring next. The women said hello to one another, and the guys shook hands. Then the bell rang. The match had the same rules as the Mixed Match Challenge. Naomi and Bayley started first. They were cordial to each other but didn’t hold back. Naomi was almost pinned after a series of Bayley-to-bellies. After she kicked out, she rolled out of Bayley’s grasp and tagged in Jimmy. Jose danced in from the other side, hip bumping Bayley on his way by. Jimmy danced for a while with him. But when his back turned, Jimmy ran for the ropes, drop kicking Jose just as he came back around. Jose kicked out at two, making Jimmy tag in Naomi with a huff.

It continued like that. Each team trying their hardest to beat each other down. Tagging out when it was time to switch tactics. In the end, Bayley and Jose didn’t have nearly as much practice working together as the married couple. There were no hard feelings after the pin. Goodbyes were said in a similar way as to the greeting at the beginning of the match. And all four of the wrestlers walked out of the arena together.

***

Logic left the building. Sanity entered the arena. And then Braun Strowman and Dr. M. The doctor wore a blood red lab coat with a ripped blue pocket. A detail that did not go unnoticed by the opposing team. Before they could take the fight to him, Braun took it to them. He controlled most of the fight while Dr. M watched from the floor and kept an eye on their third member, Wolfe. For the longest time, it didn’t matter if Killian or Eric were in the ring. Braun was more powerful, and he only had minimal difficulty in powerslamming Killian. But when they finally cornered him and took turns tagging in, they were able to get him to his knees.

Wolfe cheered them on while Dr. M scaled the ring, holding out his hand for the tag. Braun roared and burst from the corner. He staggered to the center of the ring where Young stopped him with a pair of fists to his spine. He fell to one knee again, taking the blows while Dr. M called out words of encouragement. Words that were strange and twisted and made Young pause. It was enough. Braun broke forward and tagged in Dr. M. Young was caught in the kiss-n-twist and Braun kept Killian from interfering. Raw had another win, making it even against Smackdown.

***

The tie did not hold for very long. Shinsuke Nakamura and Seth had a match for the ages. United States champion versus the Intercontinental champion. The match was constantly moving, jaw dropping, and had the crowd on the edge of their seats. Even Corey was enjoying himself. Seth responded to Nakamura’s “come on!” with a shrug and a near-pedigree. His attempted frog-splash was diverted into a roll as he was thrown over Nakamura’s shoulder on the way down. They danced around the ring like the veterans they were, sometimes having to take a moment to smile in awe at their opponent.

Seth scooped Nakamura up in his northern lights suplexes, making the king of strong style wobble half-way to his feet, seconds away from falling to his knees. It was the opening he’d been waiting for. But on his way by, Nakamura ducked, and Seth tripped over his leg. Seth came back up, spinning around and ready for anything. Except a kinsha-sha. When Seth could blink without his vision blurring, he stared incredulous at his victorious opponent ascending the ramp.

***

The Prince of Phenomenal met the Demon King once again. But this time, as man versus man. Finn passed his Universal championship out of the ring, and AJ did the same with his WWE Heavyweight title. When the bell rang, AJ rushed Finn, catching him in a head lock and pushing him back into the ropes. Finn wrapped himself up in the ropes, hanging out there until the ref was able to get AJ to back off. Then it was his turn. With a series of rope bounces, he had AJ flipped onto the canvas, kicked to the face, and down for the first attempted pin. They rolled away from each other, the seriousness of their matches setting in. Raw was down a win. If Finn won, the men’s elimination team had a chance to win the who pay per view for the show. If AJ won, it wouldn’t matter.

This lit a fire in both of them, making them run and jump and crash into one another. When they weren’t leaping at each other from high, they were interfering with the ropes and making everyone watching flinch with the landings. AJ jumped up on the ropes to do a Phenomenal Forearm to Finn on the floor, but he spun out of the way, leaving AJ with nothing to do with his momentum but fall back into the ring. When he came back up, Finn was there was a kick to the face. The Universal champion scaled the turnbuckles and finished the match with a coup de grace. Raw still had a chance. And the two leaders gave one another a ‘too sweet’ after taking back their titles.

***

Before the men’s elimination match started, while the teams were still staring each other down, Dean and Jey stood across from each other. Dean’s fist let go into a Shaka that Jey mirrored. They shook their fists like they were tossing back a drink, then shared a smile. Kofi let them have their moment, but as captain, he scooted Jey over so he could stare Dean down.

The captains started the match. At the bell, Dean was already attacking Kofi’s head and shoulders with punches. Kofi was able to grab him around the waist and push his back into a corner but then needed to take a breather. He got it by placing his hand over Dean’s face and leaning ever so slightly. When Kofi had his rest, he stepped back, leaving Dean confused. But only for a second. Dean kept Kofi on the defense for most of the rest of their time in the ring. With a kick to the stomach, Kofi fell with a Dirty Deeds. Almost. At the last second, he kicked out and twisted Dean up for the pin.

Before the Raw captain could roll out of the ring in shock, Drew McIntyre was in the ring with a Claymore kick that eliminated Kofi. Cesaro stepped to him. The men were equal in strength and skill and height. Which made it hard for either to gain the advantage. When neither could even take the other down to a knee, they both backed off, tagging in different partners. Bobby Roode and Jey Uso entered the ring. Again, there was a match in skill. But Jey gained the upper hand and lucked out with a heavy drop-kick. Bobby Roode was eliminated.

Baron stepped in, angry that his team was falling apart so quickly. He ran at Jey, who dodged and sent the lone wolf out of the ring, who spun around the ring post and was back in the match in seconds. With a Deep Six, Jey Uso was taken out of the match. Elias and Drew rushed into the ring as Cesaro, Rusev, and Andrade came in to keep Baron from taking advantage of their downed teammate. Once he was safely out of the ring, everybody backed off. With the encouragement of the rest, Rusev entered the match. Baron narrowly avoided a Matcha Kick that would have made him vulnerable to a hold. Both Drew and Elias held out their palms for a tag. Baron growled and shied away. He should have been captain. If he had, they probably would have won the match by now. Another furious attack later, Rusev was eliminated.

Team Smackdown was livid. Baron wisely tagged in Drew when Cesaro entered. With a simple trip, Cesaro had Drew on his back and in perfect position for a spin. He let Drew go as Baron tried to interfere, slinging Drew into Raw’s corner where Baron could tag himself in. He was caught and spun too. Elias held his hands up in defense under Cesaro’s glare. Instead of interfering, he rolled Drew to the floor and pushed Baron further into the ring. Dizzy, Baron wasn’t able to fight back as well as he had before, and he was eliminated. Elias eased into the ring. He used Cesaro’s anger against him and continually beat him down to the canvas until he was able to roll him up for a fighting pin. Andrade rushed in just as Elias and Drew switched. No matter what they were going to do, he was a fresh man who had more energy than them combined. He eliminated Drew first, still reeling from Cesaro’s spinning. Then, avoiding Elias’s heavy hits and dangerous knees, Andrade was able to pin Elias.

Smackdown won Survivor Series with five matches to Raw’s four. Their first winning year.

***

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Monday Night Raw – November 19, 2018

It was inevitable. Still, you flinched to hear Stephanie’s boots approaching. Hopefully, your plan was going to be enough to wow her and the disappointed universe.

“This is unacceptable,” she spat, “we are the leading show for the WWE, and we should have won. You-“

“Hey, take it easy. I think we did pretty well, all things considered. We only lost by one match, and I won mine. On the fly, might I add.” You sighed. “In the long run, we’ve still got the lead. Raw won the last two years, and this has been Smackdown’s first winning Survivor Series. We’ll get them next year. I don’t really know why you’re so upset. Everyone tried their hardest, and we put on some great matches. Not a single won was an easy win. In my eyes, we are still the leading show. Especially now that everyone will work that much harder to prove it again. Don’t worry.”

“But-“

“Stephanie.” You gave her a soft smile. “It’s okay. This is Monday Night Raw. We will excel like we’ve always done. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got an announcement to make.” You headed for the door but turned and offered for her to go first. “Shall we?”

***

The women of Raw were already waiting in the ring when you and Stephanie arrived. Nervously, you spun the mic between your palms. “Well done, ladies. All of you. In my eyes, you were all a success in showing off the best female talent in the WWE. So, I think it’s time for a change. Another milestone. This Saturday at Starrcade, there is going to be a tag match. Four on four. The winners of that team will get first pick. ‘First pick of what’ you might ask. Well, the final product isn’t done yet, but Raw is going to have women’s tag team titles.”

The women gasped and hushed each other so you could continue.

“The winning team of Starrcade will get first pick of their teammate for the tournament to determine the first ever female tag team champions.” With a smile you let them flock you for hugs and thank you’s and handshakes. “Good luck everyone.”

You held the ropes open for your boss. She shook her head and met you on the apron. “And you were going to tell me… when?” Stephanie smirked. You were still in trouble, but not nearly as much as you had been.

In the ring, Ember picked up a mic before everyone could leave the ring.  “Natalya, could you stay a minute?” She handed her mic to the champion, then went for another. “I’d like to have a word.”

“I’m all ears,” Natalya said brightly, motioning to her trademark cat-ear headband.

“You lost your match.”

She shifted the title uncomfortably on her shoulder. “So did a lot of people. Why? Do you think you could have done better?”

Ember cocked her head. “Maybe I do. I was the captain of the winning elimination team. And as such, I deserve a title shot. And I want it at Clash of Champions.”

Biting her lip and looking off into the crowd, Natalya scoffed. “What? Starrcade too soon for you?”

“No,” Ember sing-songed. “I’m going to be busy already. I’m going to be in that tag match. Making history. And then… I’m coming for your title.” She pouted mockingly. “That’s enough time for you to prepare. Get those last pictures and stuff, right? They’re all you’re gonna have of that title once I claim it.” She dragged a finger down the red and white, then across Natalya’s shoulder blades on her way around to the ropes. “Enjoy it while you can.”

***

Backstage, Sasha stopped in her tracks and rolled her eyes. She turned around to go the other way, but Bayley stopped her.

“Sixty seconds. That’s all I need. Hear me out.” She waited for Sasha, who crossed her arms with a sigh and set her gaze on her former best friend. “The world is changing. It’s getting bigger, and there are new opportunities. Like the new Raw women’s tag titles. We both know the group that’s going to do anything to get their grubby hands on them first. But what if they didn’t make it.”

Sasha squinted. Bayley’s time was almost up, but now she was listening.

“We are the best at what we do. But for the past several months we’ve turned it against one another. It’s weakened both of us. You don’t have to like me. I don’t have to like you.”

“We just have to work together,” she added.

Bayley grinned. “I’m glad we can agree on something.” After half a nervous breath, she held out her hand. Sasha took it and gave it one hard shake before continuing her way down the hall.

***

“I once held the whole world in my hands.” Dr. M peered out over his firefly followers with Braun standing right behind him. “I rose up and up and then fell into a pool that cleaned out the cobwebs in my mind. And I realized, the world I held was not rotten and in need of salvation by fire like I had originally thought. I realized it was just sick. In need of a doctor. It still needs salvation, make no mistake. Salvation from the depths the WWE has sunk to.”

Dr. M stroked at his beard, newly trimmed but still dark against the bright white lab coat. “This Saturday there is to be a match. Whoever comes out on the other side will be the number one contender for these badges of honor.” Behind him, Braun lifted the tag titles to show them off. “But there is another, more desperate matter at hand.” He breathed deep. “The sickness. The illness that has taken these athletes and lulled them into a false security. To heal anyone, I must first go to the one who was infected first.” Dr. M grinned. “Starrcade. Then… the purification begins.”

***

“Dean. Dean!” Seth jogged to catch up with Dean. “Where’ve you been all day?”

“Nowhere,” he mumbled. Dean shrugged Seth’s hand from his shoulder, but Seth grabbed at his forearm.

Seth shook his head. “No, no, no, no, no. Don’t avoid me.”

“I’m not going to talk to you about this.”

“I know, but Y/N is busy-“

“She’s in hot water because of me. I wasn’t going to talk to her either, brother.”

“No. Just listen.” Seth succeeded in getting Dean to face him. “It’s not your fault. There were four other guys in that match. And four other matches that could have ended differently. A whole mess of things that were out of your control.”

“Actually,” Baron stepped into the light, overshadowing Dean. “It was. You were the captain. There were four of us who could have started that match better. You got us off on the wrong start.” He leaned closer to Dean’s face as your cousin bit back a growl.

Seth stepped between them. “Hey. You didn’t do so hot yourself, mister lone wolf. You made sure the team lost when you wanted to do everything by yourself.”

“I eliminated more of Smackdown than anyone else. And who are you to get into this? One of those ‘other four matches’ was yours. And you lost it.”

“Shut up,” Seth and Dean chorused. Just Baron was about to bite something back, they froze at the sound of a guitar.

Elias walked up. “I have to agree… with Baron.” Everyone looked confused. Including Baron. “You also lost your match, Seth. You’re supposed to be ‘the man’ and this great pinnacle of wrestling skill. But you fell flat,” he said, twanging his guitar strings. “A champ is not a champ if he can’t win matches.”

Dean had to be the one to step between them. “You’re the one that got pinned, cockatoo.”

Seth pushed against his arm. “And I bet you think you’re the guy to step up, huh?”

He grinned. “If you think you can handle it after such a sweeping loss.”

“You’re on.”

Elias’s eyes raked over the title on Seth’s shoulder as he turned to leave. Baron gave one last hard look at Dean, then went his way too.

***

It didn’t take long for the Seth and Elias’s match to get nasty, even with Dean there to run interference from anybody who tried to get involved. Seth flattened himself against the barricade as Baron swept past. Baron moved to attack again, but Dean hit him from behind. Elias reached over the ropes and grabbed at Baron’s vest, effectively unbalancing him over the apron where both Seth and Dean could attack his rib cage. When Elias let go, Baron sagged to the ground where Dean could keep a close eye on him.

“Stop messing around and get in here,” Elias said, nodding towards the ring. He stepped to the center of the ring, ignoring Seth’s dramatic huffs.

They kept going. Elias was sure that the match with Nakamura would have exhausted Seth, but he was mistaken as to the amount. With a series of Northern Light suplexes, Coasts to Coasts, and a Curb Stomp, Seth retained his Intercontinental Championship.

Later that night, you announced that the four of them would have a match at Starrcade on Saturday.

***

“Congrats on your win tonight. To bad about your loss on Sunday.”

“Yeah, yeah” Seth chuckled, shifting his title on his shoulder. “I’ve already been over that tonight, and I’m not looking to do it again.”

“T’at’s too bad. So much for Monday Night Rollins. Guess that doesn’t extend to other nights of the week.”

Seth spun. “Really? That’s how you see it?”

“T’at’s how I see it.” Finn’s forehead creased as he watched the cogs turn in Seth’s head. “Watcha thinkin’ about there, Seth?”

The man chuckled. “You remember a couple weeks ago I said I would hold both titles by the end of the year? How would you like the chance to prove me wrong?”

Finn slowly grinned. “It’s one of my fav’rite things. Shall we set tha date for Clash of Champions?”

“Yes. Unless you lose your match to Drew tonight. And again, on Saturday. Then… I guess I’ll have to make the deal with him.” He gently patted Finn’s shoulder before walking off.

***

The main event was to determine if Drew McIntyre was going to have a title shot at Starrcade. But he had to beat Finn first. Which he did, carrying the rage and frustration over from losing in the elimination match. Finn’s high over beating AJ Styles again wasn’t enough to keep up with the Scotsman.

The combination of a Glasgow Kiss and a well-timed Claymore Kick wiped the champion out for the pin. And put at risk Finn’s title reign.

Part 29: A Dangerous Road

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Never Again

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The Reader meets a man at a bar, who then proceeds to rescue her from a vampire. How can she ever repay him?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: fluff, vampire (beheading), SMUT, oral (female receiving) angst

Word Count: 1560

Note: Simple indulgence smut. Written for pre-series Dean when he was still hunting with John. Wrote pretty much all of this just for the ending. Sorry, not sorry. Tags and requests open, as always. Enojy!

At a first glance, the man at the other end of the bar was good looking. With a second, he had upgraded to hot. And with a third, combined with his flirting and rumbling voice… he was downright sinful.

“And does the mysterious man have a name?” you asked, finishing your drink.

“Dean. May I ask for yours?”

“Y/N.”

Dean noticed your lack of drink and ran his fingers over yours curled around the glass. “Can I refill that for you?” He was shoulder to shoulder with you now, radiating heat and smelling like oil and something woodsy. He smirked as you snapped out of staring.

“Actually-“

He dropped into a poorly-masked frown.

“I had been hoping to go home. Can you make sure I get there safe?” You looked up at him, cursing under your breath at how his green eyes glowed. And realized how jealous you were of his eyelashes.

“Sure thing.” Like a gentleman, he offered his arm and opened the door for you. Home was within walking distance, but you couldn’t say no to his sleek black ride that purred so beautifully. He pulled up to your place and was about to go leave to get your door, but you stopped by placing your hand on his bicep. Damn, even that felt perfect.

You licked your lips. “I don’t want to say goodnight just yet.”

Dean turned in the seat to face more towards you. “Okay, sweetheart.” He scooted closer and started to lightly trace his fingers up and down your arm. You shivered but angled to him more of your neck so he could continue feather-like over your sweet spot and throat. His touch drifted to your chin, and then his thumb was brushing over your bottom lip. He swallowed hard when your tongue darted out to lick it. You were about to suck it into your mouth when he stiffened up and started to grab something in the back seat.

“What-“

“Stay here.” He cursed as his door creaked loudly. Then he was gone, leaving you in the silence.

It was hard to breathe. Your skin, once prickled with desire, was now prickled with apprehension. Had he grabbed a knife? It couldn’t have been; it was too big. You peeked out the window, hoping to see Dean. From the darkness on the driver’s side to the buildings across the street you didn’t see him.

Instead, you saw a figure standing boldly under a street lamp. And he was looking right at you.

As you screamed, he crossed the street faster than you could process. He came to a stop outside the car, grinning at you. The scream died in your throat as more teeth descended from his gums.

“Didn’t your mother teach you not to play with your food?”

The man… monster turned to look towards the voice. There was a flash of metal and the sound akin to a sharp knife through fruit. Then it didn’t have a head anymore.

Your vision blurred but didn’t go out. Like a movie running on half-speed, you watched Dean drag the body into the darkness of the woods. A few minutes later, an older man showed up and waved Dean away. He came and helped you out of the car and into your home, bolting the door in every way available.

“I knew I missed one, dammit,” he mumbled. “Hope there wasn’t time to turn anyone. No, he was coming for her… because I…” Dean turned and ran his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I put-“

You wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned up to kiss him. He was too shocked at first to reciprocate, but when he did… he did. His arms tightened around you as your knees wobbled. Soon, your back was against the wall and he was moaning into your mouth. Panting, you both broke away for oxygen.

“Thank you,” you whispered. Shivering, you pressed yourself into his chest. Dean rubbed your back, easing everything inside of you that felt like it was flying apart. Once you had moderate control again, you sighed. “So… vampires are real. And they have a heck of a lot more teeth than Dracula.”

Dean chuckled. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure that was the last one-“

“Pretty sure?”

“-but I can leave you my number so you can call if you see anything.” He broke off with a grunt as you pulled out his phone yourself, brushing against his bulge, and typed in your number.

“There. Now when you call me, I can call you.”

“Perfect.” His gaze dipped to your lips, but he hesitated.

You ran your hands under his shirt, mentally thanking whoever made him for their hard work. “Please, Dean. I wanted you before. Now I really want you. I should be terrified right now, but instead, I feel absolutely safe. Here. With you.” Your eyes closed as his thumb ran over your bottom lip again. “Please.”

The kiss he replied with was gentle at first. Then as you gave access to his tongue, it turned hungry. You couldn’t feel enough of him and frantically helped him shed his shirt. He couldn’t taste enough of you, so he helped you out of your clothes too and nipped, and sucked, and licked his way across your body. Your collarbone. Your neck, sucking a dark mark there. Biting the tops of your breasts before laving over your nipples. Then down, down, down your stomach to the top of your jeans. He removed those too. And your lacy black panties after he’d appreciated them.

He groaned against your thighs as you gripped at his hair. Dean continued humming and making sounds that vibrated against your sex. When he curled two fingers into you, he found you slick to the point of dripping. His green eyes caught yours one more time, then he focused on making you scream. Soon, you had a leg tossed over his shoulder and a sore throat. Your supporting knee shook, ready to give out. So, Dean tossed that leg over his shoulder too, pinning you to the wall and bruising you with his grip. He sucked and lapped noisily at your sex, chuckling with pride as a light bite at your clit sent your eyes rolling in your head and your body to quaking.

The world shifted. Dean carried you to your room, needing only a few directions, and then laid you on your bed. Weakly, you reached for his belt buckle. He unhooked it for you, and let it drop with his boxers. Was there anything about this man that didn’t make you want to drool? Nope. Not one inch of him.

“Protection?”

“I’m on the pill.”

Dean crawled over you, capturing your lips once more. Desperately, you angled your body up trying to feel him. His hands pinned your hips to the bed before he began to fill you. One earth-shattering inch at a time. You clawed at his back as he bottomed out. He hissed with your nails in his skin and your walls gripping his cock. When they were fluttering less, he slowly eased back and forth, creating an easy rhythm that was still plenty to take your breath away. Still. You needed more.

“Dean, please-“ you did your best to thrust faster than him, urging him and whining. Your body shuddered and stiffened as he picked up the pace. His thrusts were at a risk of pushing you up the bed, so he pulled you to the edge and stood. With his hands strongly gripping your hips, all you could do was cry out with each pull of your body onto his.

He faltered, heaving to catch his breath. “You feel so good, baby. Come for me, please?” He pulled you down harder, twisting and angling his hips. Though his eyes were closed and his brow was creased, he beamed as you screamed when he found the place he was looking for. He continued to spear that spot until your body had nearly turned to jello. “Just a bit longer, sweetheart. Where do you want it?”

“In me. Come inside me, Dean.”

With a high pitched growl, he did a few thrusts later.

You were still trying to unblur your vision while he massaged your hips. He found the bathroom and a towel he could run under warm water so he could clean you up. Before he could do more, you pulled him into the bed with you, giggling as it took some effort to get under the covers. He fell asleep before you did. Not that you cared. His body was warm where you laid on top of it. But you did have to pinch his nose a bit to get through the light snoring.

Sleep came while you were thinking what it was going to be like waking up next to him.

***

In the morning, the bed was empty beside you. On the kitchen counter, you found a hastily written note.

Y/N, I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye, but something came up with family and I had to run. When I find my dad, I’ll come back. – D

For weeks you waited for a call. Months later, your lease was coming to an end, and you thought about staying for another year. But life was calling.

You never saw him again.

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Family Found Part 27: Powerhouses

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The captains are decided for the Raw teams through a new system that the reader designed. One more challenge is issued for Survivor Series that puts the reader’s personal feelings on the line.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, angst

Word Count: 2120

Note: The last pieces are in place for Survivor Series. And for the record, I had determined my version of the Smackdown women’s team almost two months ago. It made me giddy that I was so close, give or take Naomi since I’ve got her in a different match. Please let me know how you are liking the series. The tag list is open, all of them in fact, and so are my requests. Enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 26: Missing

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Monday Night Raw – November 12, 2018

You walked out to the ring, smiling and bobbing your head along with your music. It took a minute to compose your self as you kept laughing. “So… Tuesday night was fun.” You giggled again. “I certainly learned a few things about how the blue brand runs a bit differently than we do. A lot of things learned, nothing lost. All in all, a profitable evening.”

It was impossible not to smile, even though you tried to descend into full manager mode. “Yet, the show must go on. Tonight is the last night before Summer Slam-“ The crowd laughed and you dropped your head with a sigh. “I just knew I was going to do that at least once. Now I do have to say the thing.” You took a deep breath. “Survivor Series is the one time of the year where Raw and Smackdown superstars go head to head.”

The Titantron lit up with the video of the Raw teammates. “On the guy’s team for Raw, there is Drew McIntyre, Elias, Bobby Roode, Dean Ambrose, and Baron Corbin. For the women’s team, Ember Moon, Nia Jax, Ruby Riott, Sasha Banks, and replacing Alexa due to injury, Alicia Fox. Would all of the team superstars come out here please?” As they filed down the ramp, you noticed one was missing. “You too, Baron.” He came out a minute later with a scowl.

As soon as they were all in the ring, you took to arranging them in pairs. “To figure out the captains this year, we’re doing something a little different.” You turned back to the crowd. “How many of you watch the Mixed Match Challenge on Facebook on Tuesday nights?” After the response, you nodded your head, impressed. “Cool. The following match is going to be something like that, except anybody can hit anybody. Preferably not your teammate. Well, except to tag them in, because you’ll have to. One team tagging in an opposite gender teammate will not automatically tag in all the others of the same gender. An actual tag will have to be made. The winning pair will be our male and female captains. Does everyone understand this?”

Alicia tentatively raised her hand and whispered you a question.

“No, you cannot change your partner. This match is also a test. A great captain has to be able to take whatever strategies are thrown at them. And they have to be able to work with the team that forms, despite any personal issue between members. So, no one can blame they didn’t make captain because of who ‘they got stuck with.’” Alicia frowned at first, but took a double take at Elias, her partner, and shrugged before sliding up close to him.

The match started soon after you left the ring. Each pairing had been built in a way you hoped would show off everybody’s strengths. Sasha was with Bobby, Ruby with Baron, Nia with Drew, and Ember with Dean. And of course, Alicia with Elias, who was a little unsure what to make of the whole thing.

Issues started off early when Nia and Drew missed getting a corner. Five teams and only four corners. Oops. She was able to keep him calm enough to negotiate sharing a corner with Sasha and Bobby. The guys stayed on opposite ends from each other. And it was amusing to watch how many pairs used rock-paper-scissors to determine who got to fight first. Ruby just took her chance, leaving Baron fuming. Nia, Bobby, Elias, and Dean joined her.

You were impressed. The entire match, there was never a time when there was all guys or all women tagged in at the same time. Baron was unfortunate to be the only guy in the ring one time. For the rest of the match after that, the men aggressively tagged in and out, trying to single out their fellow sex so they too could get tossed through the ropes by the ladies. The crowd was definitely enjoying it. The temporary alliances came out to be great team-building moments. And great tip-of-your-toes thinking when they fell apart.

In the end, Ember’s Total Eclipse took Ruby to the canvas, and everybody else was too exhausted to intercede. Dean bounced into the ring to congratulate her, then froze as she started congratulating him. They were going to be the captains of their teams.

A fact that seemed to hit Dean like a ton of bricks as the ref raised their hands in the air.

***

Tyler Breeze and Fandango waltzed into the view of their camera crew in a blinding display of matching blue sequined officer uniforms and matching aviators.

“Officer ‘Dango, reporting for duty.”

“Officer Breeze, reporting for duty.” They both saluted.

Fandango pointed at the lens. “We heard your challenge, R-Truth and Tye Dillinger. And we accept.”

“Well,” Tyler gently patted his partner’s chest, “I accept the challenge for the match. ‘Dango’s accepted the challenge to be in my corner at Survivor Series.”

“Sling or no sling, we’re going to win a… a win for Raw.”

Tyler dropped his voice. “Dango… you’re not in the match. You’re not cleared to compete.”

He readjusted his glasses and hat and tried again. “Sling or no sling… Breeze is going to win a win for Raw.”

“Close enough,” Tyler muttered. “We’ll see you at Survivor Series, Artie.”

“Artie?” Fandango’s brow scrunched as Tyler pulled out a piece of paper from his front pocket. He spelled out what was written. “R. Tie. I thought his name was Tye?”

Tyler shook his head. “You right, you right. We’ll see you at Survivor Series, R-Tye. No, that doesn’t sound as good.” He scratched his head. “Tye-Truth!”

Fandango nodded. “That was good, officer Breeze. I like it. Tye-Truth.”

“Thanks, Officer Fandango.”

Together they said, “to Survivor Series!” They shook hands and went opposite directions. A second later, Tyler crossed again to follow Fandango.

***

To find out who would face Naomi and Jimmy Uso in the coed match, you picked four superstars who didn’t make it onto the elimination tag team. Bayley and Jose had been attached at the hip since you told them. Tamina and Mojo were less enthusiastic, but both acknowledged each other as a powerhouse with potential.

That power continued into the match where they quickly gained the upper hand. Again, tagging in one wrestler did not automatically tag in the same sex. There were several amusing moments. Like Jose trying to get Tamina to dance. Which she did for a few seconds before blindsiding him. And Bayley attempting to Bayley-to-Belly Mojo, which turned into a regular hug that Mojo couldn’t escape. She was able to trip him up and hold him down for a two-count with that luck. The women were fighting on the outside when Jose deeply rolled up Mojo for the pin. The winning team left quickly, strategizing their match on Sunday before they’d left the arena.

***

“I can’t do it.”

“What?”

Dean ran his fingers through his hair. “I can’t. I’m… it’s your first Survivor Series at all, let alone as GM. Stephanie will… if we lose-“

You held up the file in your hand over his mouth. “Let me worry about any issues that might arise from Raw’s performance, ‘kay? Have some faith in your baby cousin,” you chuckled.  

He pushed the file out of the way, incredibly serious. “I’m not Roman. I’m not the leader Raw needs. That you need, for the team.”

“Yes, you are,” you pushed back. Reaching up, you tapped the side of his head. “Somewhere in here is the brilliant, trash-talking, pep-talk master that got the Shield on a running start. You don’t have to be him. You just have to be you. It’s enough.”

Dean didn’t seem convinced but gave you a small smile before he left your office. Now it felt like the stakes were higher than ever. You just hoped that Dean would be okay, no matter what happened on Sunday.

***

The final round of the tag title tournament was next. The Revival and the Authors of Pain waited for the champions to arrive. They warily looked at one another as the fireflies came out to observe Dr. M and Braun making their entrance, titles over Braun’s shoulders. The teams claimed the center of the ring, staring at the champions as they reached the bottom of the ramp.

A flicker of lights later, Braun and Dr. M were in the center, and the others had been sent to stand ring-side. Braun handed the belts to the ref, and Dr. M motioned for the other teams to come back into the ring.

The bell rang as Rezar and Scott Dawson rolled into the ring and their partners took to the corners. Braun started first. He easily kept the men off their feet. Double choke-hold throws. Flinging one out of the ring and power slamming the other. He took turns tossing each into their corners so their teammates could tag in, then did the same to them.

Dr. M laughed as Drake Maverick watched his charges being demolished. He called to Braun, asking for a tag. Braun kicked Akam out of the ring and power slammed Dash Wilder before following the order. Dr. M entered the ring and picked Dash off the canvas. Scott tried to come to his partner’s aid but got caught by Braun. They were both knocked to the mat at the same time. Dr. M won the pin. Braun held their defended titles overhead. Then they were gone in the blink of an eye.

***

Dolph’s phone camera clattered to life. “I have my own challenge for someone on Smackdown Live.” He grinned. “Sheamus, I want to see you at Survivor Series. We’ve both been in the business for a long while, and it could be argued that we are the best. Isn’t that the point of Survivor Series? To identify the best of both brands?”

He looked away from the camera with a growl. “And there’s a more personal reason why we need to figure which of us is the best man.” Dolph side-eyed. “And I think we both know what that reason is.”

The camera shifted to front view, showing you talking with Seth and Finn Balor. When the camera flicked back, he smirked. Then the picture cut out.

***

Before the end of the show, both Seth and Finn had come to you with an idea. They were champions about to be facing champions. It only made sense that they should face each other tonight as practice. You agreed and set them in the main event.

Each man took great pride in showing off his skills. They had fought many times before, this was just a continuation of that but with an alternate motive. Yes, they wanted to beat each other. But this was also about making each other look good and giving an old friend a boost going into Sunday. Using the same move at the same time always made them smile. They shook hands throughout the match, restarting on a high note in rounds only they were paying attention to.

Finn dropped Seth with a sling-blade. He beamed and was about to climb the ring post for his finisher when Seth pulled him back to the center of the ring. Finn bent in half from a kick to his stomach and then dropped with the curb stomp. He was smiling and shaking his head even before Seth had moved away from the three-count.

Seth went for a mic and tossed on to Finn as soon as he was back on his feet. “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how Summer Slam should have gone that one time.”

“Are ya still harpin’ on that? You can’t change the past, Seth.”

The Kingslayer shrugged. “Still, if that’s all you got, maybe I’ll challenge you and hold both titles by the end of the year.”

Now Finn was intrigued. “Is t’at so?”

“Yeah.” They came to stand barely a step part.

Finn poked at Seth’s belt on his shoulder. “Anytime, anyplace. Say… Clash of Champions?”

“See you then. Good luck at Survivor Series.”

“Same ta you.”

They shook hands, then tapped their titles together, ending the show.

***

The final results of the Smackdown elimination teams came were full of powerful and talented wrestlers.

On the men’s team: Cesaro, Jey Uso, Rusev, and Andrade with Kofi Kingston as the captain.

For the women’s Team: Asuka, Mandy Rose, Charlotte, Sonya Deville, and Carmella as captain.

And, against your wishes, Sheamus accepted Dolph’s challenge. So, you began to make plans. Plans nobody was going to like, but ones that were necessary, all the same.

Part 28: Not a Total Loss

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Which One?

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Prompt: “When you have time love, do you think you’d be able to something with Tyler Bate and Pete Dunne? Where they meet the reader and both show interest in her and she shows that interest in both of them back, and it’s a slow burn into smut???”

Pairing: Tyler Bate x Reader x Pete Dunn

Warnings/Promises: Slow burn (as much as I can in a one-shot), angst, SMUT, threesome, oral (female and male receiving)

Word Count: 3000 (oops)

Note: This got a little out of hand. To my defense, there’s a bit more plot than usual. Please let me know if you guys liked it or not. Tag lists and requests are open. Enjoy!

The curtain closed behind you, minimally muffling the crowd’s cheering from your match. You were flushed and out of breath. Hair sticking out every which way. And your gear had gotten ripped in some places. Not that you could blame it for giving out at the seams. Dakota Kai was your best friend, but she did not take it easy on you. Ever. And she was waiting just outside of Gorilla to gloat when Tyler Bate and his partner Trent Seven walked up.

“That was a great match,” he said, ignoring the pointed look from Trent. “Your finisher is… unique. Inspired.”

Thankfully your face was already red to cover the blush. “Thanks.” Your heart thundered in your chest as Dakota left with a grin and Trent continued into Gorilla, leaving you two alone. “I like the shtick you and Trent got going. The mustaches are cool.”

“Thank you.”

In the silence that followed, the crowd getting hyped for the next tag match rang in your ears. You both inhaled to say something, then let it out with a soft smiling puff. Tyler motioned for you to speak first.

“I’ve got to go.”

“And I’ve got a match.”

“I’ll be watching. You guys always do such a good job.”

“And it is a pleasure to watch your matches as well.” He took your hand a placed a chaste kiss on your knuckles.

You gave him an awkward wave and left as quick as you could. Behind you and out of sight, Tyler facepalmed.

***

Before the night was over, you had your own tag match for next week. Though it was with an unlikely partner.

“I know your secret, Dunn,” Candice said as you rounded the corner. “If I have anything to say about it, it won’t be secret for long.”

Pete hadn’t noticed you yet, but you shivered at the power in his voice. “If I have anything to say about it, you’re gonna keep your mouth shut. Especially if you know what’s good for you.”

Candice scoffed. “Like you could stop me if you tried.”

You took that as a cue to intervene. As much as she was a rival, she had also been your training friend and you didn’t want to see her fingers get broken. “Might I suggest you stop while you’re ahead, sweetie?” Pete recoiled from the sound of your voice, surprised to see you. “You’re good, but Dunn would make it a quick match… if I don’t do it first.”

“If either of you lay a hand on her,” Johnny emerged from the darkness, “you’ll regret it.”

“Johnny,” you cooed, “done running from Aleister?”

“I haven’t been running,” he growled at you. Pete angled himself in front of you with a growl of his own. Johnny glared up at him but smirked when he noticed the title over his shoulder. “If anything, I’ve been looking for a competent competitor. And lookie here… here’s one, I think.” He tapped the UK title and laughed when Pete slapped his hand away. You bristled; Candice noticed and mirrored your stance.

“Why don’t you go back to irritating Tommaso?” You placed a hand on Pete’s shoulder and eased him to one side. His muscles calmed under your touch. “Or are you done losing to him?”

Candice snapped, “if you’re so interested in their tiff-“

“Started by you.”

“Maybe so. Maybe you should get more involved. The two of us versus the two of you. If we win, Johnny becomes number one contender for the UK Championship, and I join your upcoming title shot. Sound fair?”

The air was crackling with tension. Pete looked at you from the corner of his eye. You nodded. He stepped chest-to-chest with Johnny. “You’re on.”

He chuckled. “See you next week.”

When they had left, you turned to talk to your impromptu partner, but he had disappeared. You left with a sigh, though looking forward to getting to team with Pete.

***

A week later, you were not ready for the morning. It didn’t matter how long you had been doing this, a five-thirty call time for last-second training was still too early. In your half-sleepy state, you almost missed the cup of coffee being placed in your hand. The delightful warmth from the cup and the scent of your favorite flavor made you close your eyes in bliss and hum.

“If Dakota had told me you would be this happy, I would have done this a lot sooner.” Tyler was standing in front of you when your eyes snapped open. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. Dakota asked me to pick up your usual since she’s running late.”

“No, you didn’t… I mean… thanks.” To cover your inability to speak, you took a sip, moaning at that first blessed taste of caffeine.

Tyler eyes locked in on how your tongue darted out to your lips to catch every drop. He swallowed around the sudden dryness in his mouth, then tried to cough it away.

You froze, thinking he was trying to get your attention. Biting your lip, you dropped your gaze to anywhere else in the room. Your heart thundered in your chest. “We… we should probably go in.”

“Yeah,” he rushed. “That’s a good idea.”

“Thanks for the coffee. I owe you one.” You took two steps then felt a vice grip your heart. Did you just offer to meet with him for coffee? He didn’t seem to notice, instead continuing to the door so he could hold it open for you. “Thanks,” you mumbled again. Because your head was lowered, you didn’t see the blush rising in his cheeks.

***

That night, the match went really well against Candice and Johnny. Pete wasn’t going to have to fight him for the title, and you weren’t going to have to worry about seeing her in your future match. Well, not legally anyway.

You saw your first Pete Dunn smile as you left Gorilla. He turned to you, hyped up on the victory. “I have to say, I enjoyed that.”

“I did too.” And you had. It was an intense match, and there’d been quite the view. You weren’t going to complain about getting to see Pete in action up close.

“Where do you guys usually go after a match? I’ll buy you a victory drink if you’d like?” Childlike nervousness flickered across his face. He really wanted to spend more time with you.

Further down the hall, Tyler laughed at something Trent said. You thought back to the morning and felt the brick of guilt land in your stomach. Pete turned and saw them. Then saw your face and guilt. His shoulders slumped, but not surprised.

“We actually don’t go out,” you rushed, “I was just going to go home. But I’ll see you around. You guys are here for another week, right? Because you’ve got that thing with Dream next week.”

“And you’ve got your title shot.”

“Right.”

Again, the air crackled. But with a different energy. It made your skin prickle with discomfort, so you gave him a smile and a short wave goodbye. After a few steps, he called out to you.

“Y/N?”

You turned. “Yeah?”

He cleared his throat. “You… you fight good.”

Biting your lip, you failed to hide a smile. “Thanks. You make a great champion.”

“Thanks.”

Chuffing with a grin, you walked away. Pete knocked on his own irritated forehead while your back was turned.

***

A full six days later, after not catching a single glance of either, you found them. They were in their civilian clothes and were engaged in a shouted-whisper match that looked like it was two seconds away from coming to blows.

“Can you guys take a break for ten minutes?” you joked. Their serious faces and sudden silence encouraged you to choose a different tactic. “Look, whatever it is, you can solve it in the ring like everything else.”

“Not this we can’t,” Pete grumbled. Tyler shot him a look, then gently stopped you from getting closer.

“He’s right. We can’t. Not this battle. It’d be… barbaric. It’s really down to how to do this like gentlemen.”

Pete pushed him away. “I’m not a gentleman, and she knows that. Not everything has to be delicate.”

You laughed. “Since when can you guys not fight for a title in the ring? If duking it out in a parking lot is too barbaric, there’s always a street fight match-“

“It’s not the title. Any of them.”

“What?” Your heart stuttered in your chest. They were looking at you intently. “Then…” you mouth was suddenly dry, “what is it?”

They stood equal distances from you and from each other. Their breathing was calm. Meticulous. And their gaze… it kept flicking to your lips. To the other man. Back to your eyes and trying to read your face. Pete spoke first.

“You.”

“What he means is,” Tyler rushed, shooting him another look, “is we don’t know who you’d choose. We didn’t realize that we’d both been flirting with you until last week, and one of us was going to back off. But then… which one, you know? We didn’t know. We wanted to ask, but not like this and… help?” He shrugged at Pete.

“You’re the poetic one.”

“And you’re the ‘not gonna mince words’ one.”

They went at it again. They stopped when they heard you giggling.

“There’s another problem.” You licked your lip, getting butterflies with how they watched your tongue. “I don’t know either.”

The expressions that rolled between them was flipped from what you expected. Tyler looked at you then at Pete like he had a wicked idea, while Pete seemed shocked. Still, soon they were both darkly grinning after Tyler pulled Pete down to whisper in his ear. They each took one of your hands and tugged you to stand between them. A chill set into your skin, enhanced by the smothering of body heat they gave you.

“But would the lady be willing?” Pete rumbled.

Each shivering breath sent your body bumping into his chest, and back into Tyler’s pelvis. Tyler’s hand flashed out to catch your waist. His shuddering breath on your neck made you drop your head back to his shoulder. Pete took the angle to drag his finger up from the collar of your shirt, over the hollow of your throat, and up to your chin where he angled your face to look at him.

“Do you want to take this somewhere else?” He chuckled as you whined.

“Which one of us?” Tyler asked, nosing at your ear.

You panted. “Both. Both of you. Please.”

***

It was a miracle nobody saw you the whole way to your locker room. Pete never let go of your hand as you dragged him along, and Tyler’s touch never left the small of your back. As soon as the door slammed shut and the lock clicked, they were on you tearing away your clothes and placing hot kisses along every inch of your skin.

“Been dreamin’ of this since I first saw you,” Pete hummed into your shoulder. He let out an oomph as Tyler pushed your back into his chest and sank to his knees. Pete took the hint and kept nipping at your skin while bringing his hands around to your front. They splayed wide, warmer than your flushed skin. He held you close as you bucked at Tyler’s first hot breath over your sex. Tyler gripped your thighs when you moaned.

Between them, you knew you wouldn’t fall over. But you’d already fallen. For both of them.

You bit your lip while Tyler rendered your legs to jelly with his tongue. Pete’s hands traveled up your body to your breasts, toying with them. With a whimper, your eyes closed.

Pete nosed at your ear. “Stop torturing your lip, darlin’, we’ll give it something to taste soon.” He pinched roughly at your nipples, making you gasp. “And open your eyes. Look at me.” When you did, you realized they had set you up in front of your mirror. Pete’s eyes glowed darkly from the shadow over your shoulder. And you looked completely strung out.

The heat in your lower stomach took a jump when Tyler sucked on your clit. He took your bucking down towards his face to bury two fingers in you that curled quickly, searching for your scream-spot. The closer he got, the more you whined and arched back into Pete’s bulge, making him groan. Your legs tried to stutter close against the rush of pleasure. The scratch of Tyler’s beard on your inner thighs. Against the open-mouthed kisses along your neck that made it hard to breathe. But still, he searched. Tyler let out a pleased hum as your walls constricted around his fingers and you gave a shout.

“Now for the real fun,” he murmured, nosing at your stomach. You took as deep a breath as you could catch before he began.

For all his sweet words and dapper airs, Tyler Bate was a fiend. And dammit, Pete had known. The UK champion held you tighter than you could squirm as his peer noisily slurped and drank up what your body poured. You reached back with one hand for Pete’s length still trapped in his pants. With the other, you wove your fingers into Tyler’s hair. He nipped at your thigh when you gave it a tug.

Pete nuzzled into your neck. “How close is she, mate?”

“Very.”

To prove his point, he flicked at your clit, making you cry out.

“Any time, love.” Pete grunted as you cupped your hands over his bulge. “Cum when you like. Then I’m gonna ‘ave a turn with ya.”

Tyler frizzed his fingers over your clit, send your head lolling onto Pete’s shoulder and your eyes to roll back. They held you through all your shivers and quaking, watching with wide, bright eyes. When you settled, they were hungry to see more.

You were turned around for a bruising kiss and walked backward. There was the sound of a pair of zippers as Pete backed you up against the armrest of the couch and Tyler sat down. They were both well gifted, and the way Tyler curled his fingers at you after sucking them clean made your mouth water. Pete helped you bend over the rest, letting you give Kyle a lingering kiss before pushing you the rest of the way into his lap. Before you could even taste the cock inches from your face, Pete began to ease you onto him. You gave a long, breathless sigh that made them both twitch. Then you gave a scream as Pete let patience give way to instant gratification. Not that you were complaining about being suddenly full.

While your body was adjusting, you took the second to give Tyler’s length kitten licks and sloppy kisses that had his stomach muscles flexing where they peaked out from under his shirt. His eye fought against closing as you caught his gaze. You closed your lips over the tip, humming with the taste and weight of him on your tongue. That was when Pete gave you a test thrust, sending you further onto Tyler’s cock. All three of you moaned as your reactions trigged each other.

Pushing your hair out of your face, Tyler bopped the end of your nose. “Are you ready, darling?”

You nodded and came off his cock with a pop. “Yes.”

“Good,” Pete said, “ ’cause we are gonna ruin you.” He made a show of sliding his hands down your back to your hips, where he tightened his grip.

He pulled a scream from your lips with the first thrust. Tyler quickly guided his length back into your mouth to absorb most of your sounds, though it meant he had to cover his mouth as you passed the vibrations onto him. You took him as far as you could, and then a little further as Pete deepened his pace.

Soon, you were thrumming. You couldn’t look away from Tyler’s half-lidded eyes. And you couldn’t escape Pete’s rhythm that changed just as you thought you were getting used to it. He kept shifting and angling his hips, using Tyler’s facial expressions to gauge what was making you the loudest and where. You needed more. But he wouldn’t let you press back towards him. And then Tyler’s hand was in your hair, guiding you as well. He pulled you off for frequent gasps of air, even as it got messy.

“She’s close. Can feel her grippin’ me tighter an’ tighter.”

“Good, ‘cause I’m not… gonna last long.” Tyler panted and again pushed your hair out of the way. “You’re doin’ so good, darling. Gonna let me fill your throat? Or do you want it somewhere else?” He hissed as you sucked in your cheeks around him. “Okay. Mouth it is.”

He barely lasted a few more swallows before cumming down your throat. When he was spent and you had done your best to leave him clean, Pete pulled you back against his chest. He wrapped one arm around your shoulders, which you gave you something to grab onto as his other hand sank to your clit. Each quick thrust sent you up onto your toes.

“Pete-“

“Cum, love. Don’t ‘old back.”

You came with a silent cry, going rigid in his arms. He followed soon after, easing you both down with a few more languid strokes. You crawled around to sit next to Tyler. He draped an arm across your shoulders and rested his head on yours. He chuckled, having another wicked idea.

“You know. I think that counts as a work-out.”

You giggled. “Cardio.”

“Then,” Pete said, zipping his jeans back up, “I say we take this to somewhere a little more comfortable. We can work-out at our hotel-“

“Or my place,” you offered. “Which one would you guys like?”

“Wherever we have more freedom to make you the loudest.”

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Relapse

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Prompt: “I was wondering if I could please request a Seth Rollins smut where you’re broken up and out drinking with the roster and he gets really jealous when he notices how flirty Dolph Ziggler is getting with you. Worried he’ll lose his shot to get back with you, he turns up at your hotel room later that night to remind you how good he is/ win you back. X” – @insearchofsunlight 

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: ANGST, ex problems, drinking, more angst, SMUT

Word Count: 335 (ending 2)

Note: This is an alternate ending of a longer fic. As it sits here, it’s kind of a drabble. Check out the beginning here: Break Each Other’s Hearts Again  

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“How you doin’, baby girl?”

“Fantastic. Don’t stop.”

The hotel bed creaked as Seth dropped you on it. He pinned your wrists above your head and nipped across your chest, all the while thrusting at a leisurely pace. You knew how much he wanted to lose control by how his grip tightened and loosed on your wrists. How his muscles flexed.

“I said don’t stop.” You smirked. “Let go.”

Seth smirked back.

You cried out as he pulled nearly all the way out to then fill you in one breath. Over and over he did this. He had to let go of your writs so he could keep you from getting pushed off the bed. You could barely feel scratch of the cheep sheets on your skin over how his body slotted with yours. How his new grip of your hips was probably going to bruise you. How his breath was coming out in groaning pants.

“Come on, baby, one more,” he pleaded. “Let me feel you.”

His thumb brushed across your clit, making you buck forward. He did it again, harder and continuing to circle it until you came with a desperate scream. Two, three thrusts later he filled you with his cum. Gingerly, Seth pulled out. He couldn’t help but grin to see you leaking because of him again. Then his body finally gave out, and he fell to one side, pulling the sheets over the both of you.

The smug look on his face worried you. It bothered you even more when he rolled over to look at you like he’d won something. “So.”

“So?”

“You’re mine again. Right?”

You sighed and stared at the ceiling. “And what gave you that idea?”

He scoffed. “You came, didn’t you?”

“Is that all I am to you? Someone to get sex from?”

Seth nodded his head while mockingly thinking it over. “Yeah. Isn’t that what I am to you? A little more than friends with benefits. I still want the relationship with you, it’s just-“

You tossed the covers back and left the bed. “I’m clingy and I want more than just someone to booty call. This will come as a shock to you, but I am not your fleshlight.” He tried to follow you, but you evaded his grasp and started cleaning up the room.

“Then what was all this?” He started to catch his clothes you threw at him. “Playing me like you thought I played you?”

“No. A relapse. Falling off the ‘don’t get involved with Seth Rollins’ wagon. A chaser to everything you’ve already done to me.”

He chuckled while pulling up his pants. “How poetic of you. Did your drinks tonight twist your perception of life, or are you just that desperate to think you can survive without me?” He didn’t bother to put on his shirt. “You’re a mess.”

“I believe the word you used earlier was ‘disaster.’ And yeah, I probably am. But I can function without you. I can live without you.”

He smirked. “We’ll see about that. I bet you’ll be begging me to take you back within two weeks.”

“You forget, Rollins, you were the one who showed up my door. Who’s the one who did the begging?” His face fell. It didn’t give you all of the satisfaction you thought it would, but it still felt good. “Now get out.”

The rest of the satisfaction came when you slammed the door in his face.

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Break Each Other’s Hearts Again

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Prompt: “I was wondering if I could please request a Seth Rollins smut where you’re broken up and out drinking with the roster and he gets really jealous when he notices how flirty Dolph Ziggler is getting with you. Worried he’ll lose his shot to get back with you, he turns up at your hotel room later that night to remind you how good he is/ win you back. X” –  @insearchofsunlight

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: ANGST, ex problems, drinking, more angst, SMUT, oral (female receiving), some teasing, fluff

Word Count: 1895 (fluffy ending 1), 2171 (angsty ending 2)

Note: Sorry Dolph fans, but Seth gets the girl tonight. And there’s more experimentation! This fic has an alternate ending which will have a link at the bottom. Tag lists and requests open. Enjoy!

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Though it was loud, Dolph was doing his best to give you a preview of his stand-up routine. He yelled over the thumping of the music. “Of course, I let the fuzzball have it. If it’s not meant for a cat, then why is it a box?”

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was because he was mildly amusing, but you laughed with your whole body. By this point, if he offered you a free ticket to see the show, you’d love to be able to hear everything. When you had simmered down to giggles, you finished your drink. “I bet if you used even half of that in the ring, we’d get a black-mail worthy laugh out of Drew.”

He chuckled. “I’ll have to think about that.” Your shoulder brushed together as he scooted closer to you. “That’s about it. Would you like another-“

“No, she wouldn’t.”

You were pulled back against a familiar solid chest. It was Seth. His words were a little slurry, but his mind still seemed agile enough to find more fault than usual with Dolph. You pushed him away. “I can make my own choices, thank you. You were saying-“

“I am well aware of your choice-making abilities. Y/N-“

“And I am aware of yours. Seth.”

Dolph shrugged and patted your arm before leaving for a booth.

Seth groaned. “What can you see in a guy like him? He’s such a-“

“Attentive man. I can understand why you would be confused by that.” You motioned for a refill, but Seth belayed that and took your glass. “How dare-“ You took it back and got the bartender’s attention again.

“Fine,” he growled, “so he takes note of your every whim. Every up and down in your moods. Bet he knows what to say every time too; he’s had plenty of practice coming up with the lines.”

You turned to face him, poking him in the chest. “What would you know about it, Rollins? If anyone’s got the ‘practice’ here, it’s you. You made your choices, and I made mine to leave you. I’m not perfect, but I definitely deserve more than you.”

He snorted. “So I’m a prick and you’re a disaster. There for a while, you liked that I gave you space.” His voice dropped and you barely heard him over the music. “What changed?”

“I don’t know.” You lifted your new drink to your lips. “What changed about me that you stopped looking? Did the feeling of new conquest wear off or did I not give you enough space?” If he was going to be the martyr, you could let him. He’d hurt you enough already. “Goodbye, Seth.” You left the bar and joined Dolph in his booth for better conversation. A conversation that didn’t want to make you curl into a ball and cry with the memory of what had been.

Even still, the more Dolph talked and the more he drank, the more he began to repeat. Like a record skipping back and forth.

“And so the lion became the lamb. Yes, Dolph, you’ve told that one. Would you mind calling me a cab?”

“Do you mind if I ride with you?”

You did, but you shared the cab anyway. He wasn’t on the same floor of the hotel as you, but he still walked you back to your room. Before you could put your key in the lock, his beer breath was warming your neck. The scent of it churned your stomach. Or maybe it was his closeness.

“I enjoyed talking to you tonight.” He leaned against the wall next to your door. “I meant to ask, did Rollins give you too much trouble? I could have a word with him if you’d like.”

Only if I can film how he beats you up afterward. “No, I can handle him.”

“You could handle me too, sweetheart. And that’s an invitation.” He clicked his teeth and shot double finger guns at you. You rolled your eyes and opened your door. He grabbed your wrist before you could leave him outside. “Wait, please. This may be bad timing, but the whole roster knows how much he hurt you. You can’t let him stop you from moving on. Please,” he tilted your head up with the tip of his finger, “let me at least try to help you forget him.”

When you remained silent but didn’t move, he nodded and pressed his lips to yours. It could have been sweet. Instead, he hungrily pressed you against the door and sloppily kissed down your face to your neck. He pinned one of your wrists to the door and wrapped his other arm around your waist. His fingertips grazed over your ass.

No.

It took you a second to succeed in pushing him away. “Go get some sleep, Dolph. You probably won’t remember any of this in the morning.” I hope I can’t. You closed the door in his face, ignoring the muttering you heard from the other side.

After you were ready for bed, and halfway under the covers, there was a knock at your door.

“I’m not inviting you in, Dolph. I’ve had enough jokes for the evening.”

When you opened your door, you gasped. Seth pushed past you and started pacing the room.

“I get it. Dolph pays attention to you. Fine. But I can’t let you go. Not like this.” His face scrunched in disgust. “I can’t stand the thought of him touching you where I’ve held you. Kissing you in the wrong places because he doesn’t know where to kiss you.” His steps faltered and he sighed. “If you guys are going to be a thing, I’ll leave. But please,” he moved quickly to cage you against the wall, “let me have one more chance to show how much I know you. How well I know your body and your sounds.” His fingers traced up under your sleeping shorts. But just barely. “Or tell me to leave, and I’ll leave.”

His chest bumped against yours as it heaved with deep, desperate breaths. Your eyes darted to his lips.

One more night? One more goodbye.

“I don’t know. Maybe I want Dolph to learn me.”

Seth’s eyes flashed. An angry shiver rippled his muscles. “Is that what you want?”

“No.”

Then his lips were on yours. Devouring you. Filling you. Exploring your mouth like it was a missing piece to his life’s mystery. He was apologizing without words. Saying everything his heart wanted to without having to worry about making it come out right. Breathless, he broke away. His eyes gleamed with wanting more… if you were willing to take more.

Your words came out at a whisper. “You’ve hurt me. Many times over.” It was hard to breathe. “But maybe… hurt me one more time?” Why was it so hard to make a decision about him?

He pulled you close and rasped in your ear, “I’m going to show you what you’ll miss without me. What I’ll miss without you.” His hands pulled your hips to grind into his pelvis, making you moan at the harness trapped in his jeans. You continued to moan as his lips descended to your neck, and further down to mouth over your nipples peaking through your thin sleep shirt. Already you were breathless, and you knew he’d barely begun.

Then he sank to his knees, taking your shorts and panties with him on the way down. He threw one of your legs over his shoulder and nipped at your inner thigh. Seth chuckled. “Glad to see somebody’s missed me.” He inhaled your scent deeply. You bucked down towards his face as he gave your clit a chaste kiss.

Not that you wanted to prove him right, but you needed more. “Did you come to tease or actually do something?” Your voice cut off with a clipped scream as he plunged two fingers into your pussy.

Seth knew how to curl his fingers. What speed to pump them in and out of you. When his mouth closed around you, your head fell back. Your fingers curled in his hair. He hummed as you guided him around where you needed him the most. The tiny voice in your heart saying this was a bad idea was overrun by the electric shocks running through your veins. Your blood pounded in your ears. Seth’s humming and sucking quickened the more your walls clamped around his fingers and tongue until he was rushing to catch everything while your legs quaked.

You squeaked as Seth threw your other leg over his shoulder. With a start, you realized he wasn’t going to stop. He lifted you in the air and continued to lap at you. Since you didn’t have to focus on standing, you were able to let go and be louder. Making Seth’s favorite sounds. Whimpering and mewling as he brought you quickly to the brink again. When you were just almost there, he dropped you to his waist. You’d been to blissed out to notice him stepping out of his jeans, but you noticed now that his cock was pressing into you, teasing with your needy state. Seth turned his mouth’s attention to the underside of your neck. He kept you breathing in short bursts, heightening the need to cum. With a growl, you clawed down his back. He got the message and pulled the rest of the way onto his cock.

It only took a few thrusts.

Then you were weakly gripping his biceps and letting your head loll onto his shoulder.

“How you doin’, baby girl?”

“Fantastic. Don’t stop.”

The hotel bed creaked as Seth dropped you on it. He pinned your wrists above your head and nipped across your chest, all the while thrusting at a leisurely pace. You knew how much he wanted to lose control by how his grip tightened and loosed on your wrists. How his muscles flexed.

“I said don’t stop.” You smirked. “Let go.”

Seth smirked back.

You cried out as he pulled nearly all the way out to then fill you in one breath. Over and over he did this. He had to let go of your writs so he could keep you from getting pushed off the bed. You could barely feel scratch of the cheep sheets on your skin over how his body slotted with yours. How his new grip of your hips was probably going to bruise you. How his breath was coming out in groaning pants.

“Come on, baby, one more,” he pleaded. “Let me feel you.”

His thumb brushed across your clit, making you buck forward. He did it again, harder and continuing to circle it until you came with a desperate scream. Two, three thrusts later he filled you with his cum. Gingerly, Seth pulled out. He couldn’t help but grin to see you leaking because of him again. Then his body finally gave out, and he fell to one side, pulling the sheets over the both of you.

You curled into his chest. His hand splayed wide across your back. Despite the uncomfortable way your bodies stuck together, he pulled you closer. Like he never wanted to let you go.

If either of you had anything to say about it, he wasn’t going to let you go any time soon.

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Our Princess

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Prompt: “Can I request a threesome with Bobby Fish and Kyle O’Rilley?” – @amballins-priestess 

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, dom/princess, butt plug, semi-public (hallway) smut, threat of being seen, oral (male receiving), split roasted, one bad pun

Word Count: 1085

Note: My first threesome attempt; please be kind but do tell me if any part was hard to follow. I hope this is what you wanted, sweetie! So much sin. Requests and tag lists open, now including an NXT list. Enjoy!

“Hey, Princess, how are you doin’?” Kyle laced an arm around your waist and his gym duffle dropped to the floor. His hand dipped down to the curve of your ass to put pressure on the hidden bejeweled plug. “Still okay?”

“Yes,” you breathed. He pulled you closer as you tried to wriggle away. So, you switched your tactic to lean close to his ear and whimper, “need you.”

“Patience. We have to wait for Bobby.”

It was a long wait. You could almost picture him, shifting in his seat as Adam rambled on about some plan. Was he thinking of you? Was he hard and aching?

Kyle snatched your hand away from where it was inching up under your skirt. He laid it flat on the crate you were both sitting on. “Patience, Princess. Just a few more-“

“Have you been a good girl, Y/N?” Bobby rounded the corner, his figure silhouetted by the distant light in the otherwise dark hallway. “Well?”

“Yes. Please, guys.” The plug shifted as you squirmed, making you gasp. They both licked their lips to see your mouth fall open and your eyes to close. Your hand flew to Kyle’s thigh and gave him a desperate squeeze.

Kyle eased your grip by stroking your hand. “She has bee good. Wearin’ that plug all day. Hasn’t complained once. I bet she’s dripping.” He gave Bobby a knowing look. “And she did say please.”

Bobby nodded. He held out his hand to you. “Then come here.” He grinned and caught you as you bounced over to him, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss.  You slid your hands over his shoulders and back to the short hairs on his nape. Bobby swallowed your moan as Kyle slid up behind you. He tapped at your plug again, then slid his hands around to your front, flipping up your skirt. Kyle mouthed across your neck when he found your panties soaked through. He sent those to the floor, then dipped two fingers into your heat.

You bucked down to his hand, pressing your body in Bobby’s front too. He broke off the kiss with a blissful hiss. “Easy, baby girl. We’ve got you.”

“Sorry, Bobby.”

“You did nothing wrong, Princess,” he hummed, kissing your forehead. “Seems Kyle’s just as impatient as you.”

To emphasize that point, Kyle nipped at the back of your neck and curled his fingers roughly. He scissored you open, making your head loll back to his shoulder. Leaving you arched forward and your chest exposed. Bobby took that opening, flipping your shirt above your breasts. Both of them groaned in the back of their throats, but Bobby was the one that got to kiss across them. To pull them out of the cups of your bra. And to bring your nipples to peaks with his mouth and fingers. All the while, Kyle continued to thrust and curl and pump his fingers in your pussy.

“Please,” you pleaded. You reached for both of their bulges, stroking them to silently ask for what you really wanted.

Kyle breathed hotly over your ear. “All in good time. Going to make you cum first.” He shot a look at Bobby, who nodded and dropped one of his hands to your clit. Together they brought you to the brink. Bobby covered your mouth with his as you screamed, gushing over their hands.

It didn’t matter who caught you when your legs gave out, but you found yourself leaned across a narrow crate. Kyle stood in front of you, straining in the confines of his jeans. Bobby was behind you, palming across your ass after he flipped your skirt up.

“Ready, Princess?” One of them asked. Bobby tapped at your plug, prompting your answer.

“Yes! Please, fill me up. Want to make you feel good.”

The dual sound of zippers said you’d given the right answer.

You parted your lips for Kyle’s cock and did your best to widen your stance for Bobby. The latter waited for the first to fill your mouth before he set to stretching you wide an inch at a time. Your eyes crossed and you groaned around Kyle’s length. He fell forward to brace on the crate with a strangled breath. He stayed there until Bobby bottomed out and all three of you could catch your breath.

Behind you, the pace started slow, easing you into a sense of smooth pleasure. In front of you, a similar rhythm began, alternating so that you were always filled in one way or another. Kyle tasted so good. And Bobby filled you so perfectly. If it wasn’t for the plug shifting in your ass constantly, you would have relaxed into their movements. Instead, you continued to jolt and thrust, making them quicken to keep up with you.

From the tips of your fingers to your toes scrambling to keep on the floor, your skin was on fire. Hotter still were their hands passing over your body. Pressing into your hips to pull you back. Between your shoulder blades for stability and to keep you still. Sliding up and down your back, leaving thin trails down your spine. All of that heat building and growing and combining with how the guys couldn’t stay quiet. Bobby with his strained grunts that would sometimes pitch into moans when your walls would clamp on him. Or Kyle’s whines from his stuttered breathing when you would suck him deeper.

You came first, screaming onto Kyle’s cock and shuddering. He followed soon after, filling your mouth and throat with his cum and biting down on his knuckles to dampen his shout. Then Bobby, thrusting through your release to chase his and sending you into a third as his cum coated your walls.

They helped you turn around to sit on Bobby’s lap while Kyle fished a towel from his duffle to clean you up. When you looked mostly decent and there wasn’t a threat of cum indecently running down your legs while you walked, you let them begin to lead you to the garage.

Bobby picked your panties off the floor as he passed and shoved them in his pocket instead of giving them to you. He laced his arm in yours and whispered in your ear. “Kyle’s going to need access to your jewel, Princess. He’s going to play with you all the way home. Can you be good and not cum? If you don’t, we’ll fill up that hole too.”

You nodded adamantly.

“Good girl. Our Princess.”

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Family Found Part 26: Missing

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Survivor Series creeps closer, but Y/N is trying her best to keep the peace until the night of the PPV. Several parties are focused on making her job miserable and unexpected.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 4060

Note: It’s a fun week! Super short match descriptions because there’s a lot of them and a lot more to get through. Requests and tag lists open as always. Feedback super appreciated when given. Enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 25: Trick or Treat (Evolution)

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Monday Night Raw – November 5, 2018

You didn’t retaliate on Smackdown for their attempted invasion of Raw. Instead, a week later you were watching the recap of last Tuesday’s show in your office. Carmella and Asuka were to be part of the women’s team, and then Rusev on the men’s. You were just finishing watching Andrade Cien Almas beat the Miz for a team spot when Baron Corbin walked it.

“What, you didn’t watch it live last week?” he mocked. “Startin’ out as a model GM, Y/N.”

With a chuckle, you turned off the video. “I did actually. Then wanted to rewatch it while I set up the matches for tonight. By the end of Raw, both teams will have all their members and then we can start work finding the captain among them.” You sighed as Baron smugly shifted the Intercontinental title on his shoulder. “Did you want something, Baron?”

“Yeah. I know I’ve got a spot against the US Champ, Shinsuke Nakamura at Survivor Series, but I want to be that fightin’ champion everybody kept harping on. Do I have your permission to host an open challenge, oh great general manager of Raw?” He gave you a mock bow.

“Permission granted. Is right now alright with his majesty?”

He growled but nodded. “Now is great. Thanks.”

Baron Corbin leaving your office was turning into your favorite thing.

***

The open challenge was answered faster than Baron could offer it. He smirked at the stage as Seth Rollins answered the call and rushed down to the ring. They were locked in a close assault before the bell rang.

Seth was the first to lose ground. He found himself backed into a corner where Baron could attack his ribs several times before the ref’s five-count. Once they were separated, he was able to gain enough of a momentum and upper hand to have Baron scrambling to stay away from him in the ring. And out of it, though never for long as the champ played ‘keep-away’ with his own body.  

It was a mistake to toss Baron towards the floor so close to a ring post. He swung back in and started punching at Seth from behind, taking back his own upper hand. He was the first to try for a series of pins, each one jumping closer to a three-count than the last. He was about to spin Seth in a Deep Six when the ref was pulled out of the ring. For several seconds, Baron waited for him to start the count before he noticed he was missing.

On the floor, Elias was debating with the ref about some trivial rule. The ref continuously tried to send him away and get back into the ring, but Elias was persistent. He was persistent long enough for Seth to catch his breath and wobble to his feet. When he noticed, he let the ref go with a thank you and stepped away from the ring.

Baron turned just in time to take a kick to the stomach, and then the canvas raced towards his face as a boot caught the back of his neck in a curb stomp. He was too addled and curled up to hear or see the count, and kicked out a second too late.

Once again, Seth was the Intercontinental Champion, and he was conflicted about the fact that Elias had helped him win. He escaped the ring before Baron could retaliate, and left for the locker room to think it over.

***

Backstage, Charly Caruso caught up with Elias. “Can you tell us why you helped Seth Rollins win the title match?”

He stopped. And smiled. “I’ve beaten Seth before. And I can do it again. I know what my strengths are, and I know when to give up on ever wanting a fair match with Baron.”

“You don’t think it’s a little… hypocritical to cost Baron the match and the title this way?”

Elias scrunched his brow. “Why, yes.” He waved away the obvious statement and continued with more truths. “I’ll have my title back soon. Because for all of Seth’s talk, he’s not willing to risk absolutely everything for the gold. He’s done too much of that already.”

***

The two following matches were for the next positions on Team Raw. The first was Ember Moon versus Mickie James. Ember was still running on her high from Evolution and was using it well except for one thing. Mickie was still running hot from her loss at Evolution.

They fought hard, but quick. Neither wanted a long, drawn-out fight for something each woman assumed was her right. Mickie for her time in the WWE, and Ember for winning the royal last week. The ref had to do his best to stay out of their way as they rushed around the ring, cornering each other and springing off the ropes. You would have been pleased to have either woman on the team. When it came down to the end, the high of an Evolution win outweighed the loss, and Ember claimed her spot with a Total Eclipse.

The second was between Mojo Rawley and Bobby Roode. They too wanted a quick match. Mojo had been fingertips away from several title opportunities and hoped that helping the men’s team win at Survivor Series would give him another one. Bobby, on the other hand, wanted the team spot for its own prestige. He’d been part of the team last year for Smackdown and wanted a double set.

It was power at full throttle down to the last seconds. Mojo had Bobby in his sights and smiled as his opponent straggled around. But it was a ruse. Bobby twisted at the last second and used a deep angle of leverage to keep Mojo’s shoulders against the canvas. He tried to show some sportsmanship by offering to help Mojo to his feet. Mojo refused in favor of rolling out of the ring and walking away on his own two feet.

***

Dr. M and Braun took their position by the backstage screen to watch the next match. It was the second and final triple-threat to determine who they would face next week for the tag team titles. At another screen, Drake Maverick and the Authors of Pain, last week’s winners, also watched the Ascension, then Titus World Wide, and finally the Revival make their way to the ring.

It was a different dichotomy of teams. All three teams had strong power tactics that worked best with quick tag exchanges. This backfired when everybody was doing the same thing as it was difficult to tire one another out. Titus thought he noticed first. He sent Apollo to trip up Konnor but missed seeing both members of the Revival entering the ring.

They quickly took control of the ring. Titus’s plan helped them by making sure Viktor had no one to tag, and also kept Apollo on the wrong side of the ring. They each pinned a man, even if only Dash Wilder was legal. Scott Dawson rushed the ref to lift their arms in victory, then rushed his partner out of the ring before the other two angry teams could recover.

***

When the show came back from commercial, Elias was awaiting his opponent for the Raw elimination team spot having given the crowd a quick private concert. Going by the surge in the arena’s Wi-Fi usage, it was going to be a viral hit. He cocked his head with a confused smile as Curt Hawkins’s music hit.

“I know what all of you are thinking,” he stated. “Curt Hawkins hasn’t won a match in forever, why should we trust him to be on the team? I’m glad you asked. I’ll tell you why. I’m going to be on the Raw Survivor Series team because the streak ends tonight when I pin Elias. And luckily for you, he was so nervous about our match that he cut his concert short. You’re welcome.”

Elias growled. If he had his way, this was going to be a short match.

Unfortunately for Curt, he did. That last little jab had irritated Elias enough that he did every debilitating move he knew. Before long, Curt was gasping for breath and crawling back into the ropes for a reprieve. He tumbled out an apology, but Elias ignored him and pulled him back into the ring. A halo powerbomb later, Elias had the team spot and Curt had another tally for his lost matches.

Jinder entered immediately afterward, flanked by Sunil and Samir Singh. He congratulated Elias on his way out of the ring. The Singhs helped Curt roll out of the other side of the ring so that it would be clear for Jinder’s entrance. Elias watched, bemused, then started to leave as Chad Gable’s music it. He eagerly went through his opening moves but was sent crashing forward.

Behind him, Baron stood to his full height and stared Elias down. They gave each other a wide birth, then went their opposite ways, which included Baron to the ring to take Chad’s place in the match.

Despite already having a match earlier in the night, Baron had Jinder on the offensive for most of the match. If he wasn’t going to be a manager, and wasn’t going to Survivor Series as a champion, then he was going to do everything he could to get into the PPV. Beating Jinder was his best chance. But Jinder had the Singhs, and they wanted to back up the man they thought deserved the spot more. For every advance he made, the brothers were there at the ropes to distract him. But it was always in view of the ref. They weren’t going to hit him. That would give Baron the spot. Their distractions almost cost Baron the match several times as Jinder used them to his advantage.

Still, despite the exhaustion and the handicap, Baron won. He smirked as he left the arena having successfully stolen his position at Survivor Series.

***

“Come in,” you said to the knocking at your door. You instantly regretted it. “What do you want, Dolph?”

He strutted into the room. “I have a proposition for you. I’ve already run it by Finn Balor, and he was agreed. I want a match with him tonight. It’s not a title match, but if I win, I get to be in the match against AJ Styles at Survivor Series.” He smiled brightly and shrugged with the self-brilliance of his plan.

You were not convinced. “What do you gain by being in that match? You can’t win both titles because the heavy-weight title belongs to Smackdown. Being in the match is going to change that-“

“I know, I know-“

“And it would be uneven. Paige and Shane would want to find someone from their roster to make it even.”

“That’s fine. Hey,” he nudged at you, “maybe Sheamus will take up that challenge.”

It took considerable effort not to react. “Do you have a point to being in this match, or is it just your usual ego?”

He held his hands up in defense and took a step back. “Here’s the thing, if I win tonight and help Finn at Survivor Series, he’s agreed to give me a title opportunity. A pre-selected open challenge. Call him, if you don’t believe me.”

You squinted at him. “Why would he need help with Styles? I have full confidence that Finn could beat him as he is.”

“You might have that confidence, but does Finn? He is going as a human after all.” He waited on bated breath.

Despite your better judgment, you agreed to the match and hoped it wasn’t a great con. “Fine. But I still don’t think you need to get involved. I’ll let Finn know about this match. You… do whatever it is you do before a match.”

***

Before the main event, there were still two matches to find out the last two women members of the Raw team. Up first was Alicia Fox versus Alexa Bliss. They started by smiling at each other good-naturedly. It was an opportunity like any other. No need to lose their heads.

Then the bell rang.

Alicia had been the captain last year, but Alexa wanted that spot this year. They expressed that vehemently by tossing each other around the ring. Out of the ring. Back into the ring. Rinse and repeat. A Twisted Bliss sealed the deal. She twisted the knife by asking if she could borrow Alicia’s captain’s gear once she had that too. Alicia screamed her out of the ring.

Nia Jax was up next against the returned Tamina. They’d had a moment at Evolution and wanted to continue it here. The ref was wise to stay out their way. Neither was used to being tossed around like a rag doll, but they enjoyed doing the same to the other woman.

Again and again, they took turns throwing the other to the canvas, desperately trying for a pin. When even that didn’t work, they took to the ropes, used one level, then two, to give them a height advantage and an extra boost from gravity. It was one such drop from Nia that caught Tamina in the chest. She was too busy fighting to breathe to kick out. Nia had the last spot on the women’s team.

All of Raw’s elimination tag teams were set.

***

True to your assumptions, Finn had no plans on actually letting Dolph into his match with Styles. He didn’t let up, didn’t let Dolph have enough room to breathe, much less fight back. To him, this was just another practice round for Survivor Series, but convincing Dolph to accept the match had been surprisingly easy once he had a good enough prize. A prize he was never going to give.

Dolph’s ego took as many hits as his body did. The coup de gras probably hurt his pride more than his chest, though his chest hurt too. He rolled to the end of the ring, trying to catch Finn’s boots before he left. He was unsuccessful and had to watch Finn’s smug face as he walked up the ramp.

“I am enough just as I am,” Finn called back. “Man or demon, this,” he held the Universal title up, “is mine. And it’s gonna be for a long time. You should do best to remember t’at.”

Dolph could do nothing but glower at him.

***

Backstage, there was pandemonium. Dean followed the commotion to several refs and trainers helping Braun out from under a pile of steel supports and chairs. The fallen monster was ignoring everybody’s questions but looked him dead in the eye.

“They got her. Shane McMahon and a bunch of Smackdown. They took Y/N.”

Dean ran his hands through his hair, fighting to take deep breaths. Everybody stilled and looked at him. He swallowed hard. “Stick to the plan. We know where she’ll be.”

***

***

Smackdown Live – November 6, 2018

Considering you didn’t really want to be there, you were happy to receive a warm applause. Paige and Shane walked you down to the ring for your official ‘welcome to Smackdown Live.’

“Thanks for that,” you asked once they were done. “And thanks for the shirt, though I would have preferred something a bit more…” you looked down at the blue t-shirt, “something red. But, no harm, no foul. I do have to ask, though. What exactly is the plan? Do I hang out with you guys until Survivor Series, or…?”

Shane patted your shoulder. “Don’t worry about the plan. All you have to do tonight is watch the show.”

“I do that anyway. But usually from home.”

“Well, this week you’ll be watching it here. Not here,” he rushed to add, motioning at the ring, “not in the arena. We don’t want you interfering in anything.”

You pseudo-gasped. “I would never.”

Paige sniggered and jumped in before Shane could say anything more. “Baby Girl, You’re also going to be watching the show with me. Maybe grab some coffee, have a little discussion about our shows. Manager to manager.”

This was going to be fun. “Okay then. I look forward to watching the show with such a guide. When do we start?”

She directed you to the ropes. “Right now if you’ll come this way.” Shane sat on the rope so you both could leave.

***

Her office was probably more comfortable than yours ever had been. A leather couch, her own coffee machine, and a large flat screen to watch the show on. Which you did. Together you watched as Jeff Hardy and Kofi Kingston fought for a spot on the Smackdown elimination team. Kofi won, but by then your discussion had digressed more into the wrestlers themselves than their matches.

“Right? Like, seriously, how can anyone have that much luggage?”

You huffed in agreement and fell back into the couch. “Can I ask how you guys have built up your tag teams so well? They seem very established and everybody looks super strong. How did you-“

“Easy, miss-former-journalist.” Paige laughed. “Can’t give away all our secrets.”

There was a knock at the door. Tye Dillinger entered, wearing his usual expression when R-Truth was a little confused about matches. The said man was right behind him. “Paige, Miss Y/N, I want to face Breezango at Survivor Series with my buddy… Tye Dillinger.” He slapped a hand onto Tye’s shoulder, who didn’t even flinch.

The two of you shared a look. You shrugged. “Why not?” You bit back a giggle as Tye’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “But I do have to tell you, Officer Fandango hasn’t been cleared to fight yet. Do you think you could fight Officer Breeze alone, but with Mr. Dillinger in your corner. I’m sure we could convince Fandango to be in Breeze’s.”

He nodded and held out his hand for you to shake. “That will be sufficient. Thank you. Tye?” He turned to face his friend. “Time to find Carmella, and to begin training.”

The two of you giggled as they left. Paige nodded. “That’s going to be a great match. Kinda wish I’d thought of it first.”

You tapped your bottom lip. “If I give you the credit, can you set up a match tonight for a coed tag team. I’ll set up a match with my group… assuming I’m there to do it. Something Like what we’ve been doing with the Mixed Match Challenge, but at Survivor Series.”

Again, Paige nodded. “I can arrange that right now.” She stood to leave and you moved to follow. “Oh, no. You can stay here. I’ll just be a minute, but in the meantime…” she poked her head out the door and waved somebody over, “you are not going to be left unattended. Sheamus.” The Irishman towered into view. “Don’t let her out of your sight. I’ll send someone to swap with you before your match.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, looking at you. As Paige left, he joined you on the couch to watch the next match.

***

Jey Uso was just finishing pinning Aiden English, but Sheamus was getting antsy. “Where are they?” He checked his phone again.

You laughed. “Roll a crate in front of the door if you have to but don’t be late for your match on my account.”

“I can’t-“

“We’re here!” Xavier Woods ran in. He bent over, panting. “We… whew, we made it. You’re good… to go to your match. E is… was right behind me.” He gave Sheamus a thumbs up as the man left for his match.

With a sigh, you started to drag Xavier to the door. “Come on. This fridge is out of water, and I’m not going to let you pass out.”

“But Paige said-“

“We’ll pass E in the hallway and then there’ll be two of you. Come on.”

He let himself be led along.

***

Sheamus made it to Gorilla in time for his entrance. He and Cesaro met Sanity in the ring or one last fight to see who would be taking the tag titles to Survivor Series. As champions, The Bar had to advantage that if either of them was hit by the third Sanity teammate, they would win through disqualification. They were trying their best to rile up Alexander Wolfe when they should have been more focused on Killian Dain tagging in from Eric Young.

The Swiss Cyborg turned a second to late and was taken to the mat. Wolfe played his part by keeping Sheamus on the floor and far away from preventing the count. Young was grabbing the belts while the bell was still ringing, ensuring they could make a quick escape as the new champions.

***

Paige flattened her palms against one another and placed them over her lips. Beside her, Shane took a deep breath. “Let’s try this again. Where is Y/N?”

The members of the New Day frantically looked between themselves. E shrugged. “She’s not missing, exactly. She’s probably in the building…”

“Probably?” Shane burst. He caught himself and turned to face anywhere but the trio.

Paige took over, calm for the most part. “You know who else might ‘probably’ be in the building by now? All of Raw’s roster! We have to find her.”

Xavier nodded. “Yep. Agreed. Getting right on that.” They left hurriedly, leaving their managers to silently panic.

***

You weren’t lost. You knew exactly where you were.

In the ring. Wearing a bright red shirt and holding a large flag with Raw’s logo on it. And you had a mic.

“How’s your guy’s night been so far?” You couldn’t hold back a laugh. “I have to say, it’s been pretty boring on my end. It was almost like being a human token in some version of capture the flag. But once they had me, Paige and Shane didn’t know what to do with me. If their plan was to throw Raw into chaos, I didn’t hear any news reports about anything burning down. Which is exactly why I didn’t leave Seth Rollins in charge.”

Paige and Shane came running out to the ring. He was too out of breath, so Paige had to talk. “You keep talking like you’ve escaped already. Maybe the plan is to strand you here.”

“I’m not too bothered,” you said twirling the flag.

“And why…” Shane puffed, recovering, “why is that? You’ve got nowhere to run, and no one to help you.”

“Oh really?” You bit your lip to hide a giggle. “Then how did I get the flag?” Your grin bubbled over as Braun’s music sounded. The managers backed down the ramp as he came on stage. Eventually, they joined you in the ring, while he stayed on the floor. You patted Shane’s shoulder. “Don’t worry. He’s only my exit strategy. Did you really think I wouldn’t have a contingency plan for this?”

He sputtered. “No. How-”

“Did you really think a few guys were going to be enough to take out Braun? Sweeties, he let them win that little tiff.”

Paige sputtered too.

“And you guys didn’t check to see if I had my phone with me? Amateurs. Really, I’d call it stupid, but it was stupid of you guys to have the idea in the first place.” You mouthed ‘now, now’ when Paige pointed at Shane. “I’m the person you know the least about. I have no wrestling history, and I’m only been in the company for not even six months.”

“But you’re a journalist.” Shane shook his head.

He wasn’t wrong; not entirely. “I was, yeah. A journalist who had delusions of grandeur and traveling the dangerous world. And, as it turns out… I’m very good at chess.”

You distanced yourself from them and walked to the side where Braun was. Gently, you arranged the flag in the ropes as if claiming the ring.

“If you’re smart,” you continued, “you’ll take my advice and wait until Survivor Series before doing anything else. And I might, might, not retaliate more than this conversation we just had.”

Braun helped you off the apron and waved with you towards the managers. Then, as your music played, you left Smackdown Live.

Part 27: Powerhouses  

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Bed Head

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The reader wishes Dick a ‘very’ good morning.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, oral (male receiving), fluff

Word Count: 1090

Note: I don’t care what people say, it is perfectly acceptable to wear socks in bed… especially when your SO is also prone to ice feet. *sticks out tongue* Anywho… trying a new fic rotation schedule. Are Tuesdays okay, with the series and requests still coming out on Friday? Having three (or more) coming out on the same day is a bit much. Let me know of any feedback you’ve got. Tag lists, requests, and general comments are always open. Enjoy!

You were cold. You didn’t like being cold. Especially on a rare sleep-in morning. So you grabbed the winter sheet with both hands and tugged it with all your might. A minute or so later, it was tugged away.

“Seriously,” you hissed. You turned, ready to steal the sheets back even at the cost of waking him up but stopped short. With a sigh, you settled back into the pillows and observed him.

Halloween had been pretty hectic this year. Multiple rogues, and several working together to cause the most chaos they could. Dick’s under-eyes were darker than usual. And now that you’d thought about it, he’d only come in a few hours ago. For all the crazy nights and late hours, his face looked the most peaceful when he was asleep. You’d had an easier time of it as dispatch. And as such, technically needed more sleep instead of a morning fight.  

So, you snuggled closer to him and went back to sleep.

***

Sleep-in mornings also meant an 80% chance of waking up horny.

In only a few hours of extra sleep, your feelings for Dick had flipped 180 degrees. But you still didn’t want to wake him.

He groaned in his sleep and the edges of his mouth twitched. The way his eyes were moving behind his lids, he must have been having a good dream.

Oh. Maybe you could… no. He needed to sleep. Needed more than just a few hours of it. But you know how to do it without waking him up. He really likes it. Yeah, and then he wakes up and- And ravages you. Ravaging is not resting. No. But- No.

You huffed, falling back into the pillows. Dick hummed in his sleep, thrusting his hips.

Fine.

Doing your best not to shift the sheets too much, you flipped so that your bottom half was outside, and your head was under. It didn’t matter that you were in sweats and socks, your legs were chilled. If this worked, you would be warm soon enough too. Dick was wearing similar attire, but the sweats were old and the elastic was long gone. Meaning that you could untie the string holding them tight around his body and easily get to his cock.

Already your mouth was watering. And he wasn’t fully hard yet.

Dick gasped in his sleep as you began to slowly pump his length. It swelled and warmed in your hand. You twirled your thumb around the top, smiling as you were rewarded with a bead of precum. His hips gave another jolt, pumping himself in your hand. He whimpered as you sloppily kissed up and down his cock.

“Y/N,” he moaned.

You froze, minimizing your hand movements until you were sure he was still asleep. Then you took the head into your mouth, humming at the taste. Taking him further, you gripped his base. With your other hand, you found that small spot behind his balls and made him gasp louder than before. His hands clawed at the sheets. You like to call it his only weakness. He called it ‘cheating.’ Never stopped you from using though, and you kept pulsing pressure on it while taking him further.

A flush had crept into your skin. And you were pressing your thighs together. If he were awake, Dick would make some comment about how you liked sucking him off more than he did.

“Y/N.”

Oops.

The sheets were pulled away and you stifled a grin as Dick visibly had to take a moment having seen you with your lips around his cock. “Good morning,” you hummed, devilishly licking him from balls to tip.

“’Mornin’,” he breathed. His throat constricted as you went back to work. “Not that I’m complaining, but…” he choked back a moan as you swallowed him down. “Y/N, not that I’m complaining, but what brought this on?”

“Wanted to make you feel good and rested. Needed you.”

He gave an airy laugh. “And this helping me rest?” Before you could make him cum, he pulled you away from his cock. “Am I allowed a request?”

You smiled softly. “Of course, baby. What do you want?”

A second later, he was tugging your sweatpants off. His were tossed to the floor too. Then you were sitting on his abdomen while his hands slid up under your sleep shirt to your breasts. You rocked back and forth across his stomach. Each time his length trapped between your bodies twitched, you shivered, making Dick all the more eager in his pinching of your nipples. Your shirt joined the pile.

Dick guided you to finally sink down on him. Both of you gave a series of stuttered sighs until there wasn’t any more space between your thighs and his hips. You began to rock. Feeling him bump against every inside inch of you. Whimpering as his grip on your hips guided you up so he could thrust. You braced on his chest, clawing and shuddering.

“That’s it, Y/N. Ride me. It’s my turn to make you feel good. Need you,” he whined.

Jumbled sounds fell through your parted lips. From under your lidded eyes, you could see Dick doing his best to hold onto his composure. Waiting for you. You bounced harder, racing to catch up.

“Don’t fight it, baby,” you said. “I’m so close.”

He sucked on his thumb and took it to your clit. You went rigid and cried out. He followed you shortly, tightening his grip on your hips and holding you down to feel every burst of his cum inside you. When he was spent, he helped you fall back to your side of the bed. You ignored how sweaty your bodies were and did your best to lay as close to him as you could.

Dick’s phone pinged. He groaned rolling over to it but reading it changed his mood. “Thank you, Cassandra.” He left it on the nightstand and turned back to you, curling you into his chest. “She’s back in town and Bruce says she’s got my shifts today.”

You bit your lip. “So… you get to be home all day?”

He heard the hopeful twinge to your voice. “I do.” A grin spread across his face, spreading further to yours. “Do you want waffles for breakfast?”

As lovely as that sounded… “can we sleep for a few more hours? Waffles for lunch?”

Dick kissed the tip of your nose. “Of course.” He smirked. “Only if I get to wake you up this time.”

“Deal.”

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Dick Grayson Tags: @aquaschemer  @awkwardlyadorablebeingtooshort @beatlesobsessionlove @boogiebunnies @borntobene @brickwall035 @can-i-feel @captainwinterrsoldierr @cecygee @chi-mexican-ketchup @clairelovexo @comic-book-reider @crazynconfused @cutie1365 @dickswallys @ggrubi @girl-whos-sick-of-feeling @hoeimaginethis  @itstheghostgirl @itswingedprincess @kawaii-satan-trash @kaylaphantomhive @mayorofzillyhoo @myawkwardascanbe  @nightwing-rules @papichulostan @roguesquadron11 @s0cially-awkward-unicorn @shockwavee @soundslikevanilla  @starkling25 @supernovares @tamanamohain @thelarkknightrises @the-mermaid-diary @virusiswhatiam @xenocanaan  @yandearie @yuukiitan 

DC Tags: @bluebirdd @buttoneyedwitch @earinafae @if-youre-not-a-dog-then-leave @lottie289 @minchen0897 @randomadventure @roxiera @sandatgp @solsticestorm