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Any Other Night

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Prompt: “If you have time, maybe where you and Seth are broken up, he starts bringing other girls to the bar where you’re out with the roster and Finn Balor or Dolph Ziggler try to cheer you up, but this makes Seth mad (bc he actually misses you and is only with the girls bc he doesn’t want to seem lame/upset) and confronts them but you pull him away and he admits he loves you still. Only if you have time though! You’re the best gf x” – @insearchofsunlight  

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

Warnings/Promises: alcohol, Seth being an asshole, language, handsy bonus jerk, ANGST, SMUT

Word Count: 2370

Note: I hope this helps you out, sweetie. Wrote this in two sittings today, so please forgive any typos. There will be another Seth Rollins fic in a few weeks (Jealous Seth) so let me know if any of you would like to join the tag list for that. Any and all feedback is super appreciated. Enjoy!

“Ya need ta get out.” Finn opened your door and helped you out of the car. Some of the other wrestlers went ahead of you two. “T’ree weeks you’ve been cooped up in whatever hotel room. You’re goin’ stir crazy an’ it shows. One night on the town, then you can keep ignorin’ me.” He opened the door to the bar and ushered you in. “It’s a small place, out of ta way. Found it by accident the last time we were in town.”

You giggled. “You mean that night we actually all made time to go out together and then you never showed? Seth didn’t let you live it down for a month.” He laughed with you and sheepishly rubbed the back of his head. When your face fell he laced your arm into his.

“None of that. Not tonight. Tonight, we are going to try the house specials. Maybe you’ll get me tipsy enough and I’ll dance a little.”

“Oooh,” you whistled. “Challenge accepted.” Still, just mentioning Seth’s name had punched you in the gut. It had been almost a month, but you couldn’t help but try to wonder what went wrong. Was that it, after all the flowers and boyish shyness? Did he miss you? Was he suddenly getting bored with you? No. Stop it, Y/N. Have a drink. Have several.

Forget Seth Rollins.

Several house specials later you realized how hard that was going to be. The door opened and two beautiful women with bright smiles bounced in. Behind them, Seth followed them and led them to a booth. He whispered something to one woman, making her laugh. She took his hand and twirled under his arm. They slid into the booth and Seth motioned for some service. Then he saw you.

His gaze twisted like a dagger in your chest.

Finn stopped mid-sentence when you stopped engaging. He turned to follow your line of sight. You heard him sigh, and the ice in his glass clink against one another as he swirled the liquid around. He tapped your shoulder. You turned back to your drink. “Do ya want me to flirt with ya, talk to ‘im, none of the above? What’s the plan?” Finn said, finishing off his drink. He finished yours too, to keep you the more sober one between you.

“None of the above. You’re not going to be able to get through to him, and flirting will probably just make it worse. Can you order me another drink? I’ll be back in a second.” You needed a quick minute to yourself, so you hurried off to the bathroom hallway to catch your breath.

Seth saw you leave and left the booth for Finn. “What are you doing?’ he whispered harshly. “She doesn’t need another drink.”

“Why should you care? Don’t you have other people to watch out for?” Finn nodded to the two girls who giggled and waved at them. “Don’t worry about Y/N. She’s getting nothing but Shirley Temples for the rest of the night. Can’t blame her for wanting the hard stuff though,” he finished with a grumble.

With a scowl, Seth growled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Finn turned to face him. “Since when are you this much of an arse to Y/N? Even durin’ your Authority days, you would ‘ave never did this to her.” He cut off, seeing the pained look on his friend’s face. “Go have your fun. Before Y/N gets back. You’ve done enough ‘ere.”

He did leave, though he hesitated to slide into the booth. The girls looked past him and he followed their gaze. You had come back out into the bar. The tops of your cheeks were puffy and your make-up was fresh. He groaned, mentally kicking himself.

“A Shirley Temple, seriously?” Still, you couldn’t help but smirk. “Thanks.” The sweet mixture tickled your nose compared to your former drinks. It was just what you needed. After another, the sugar high made you jittery. Made you want to dance. It wasn’t Finn’s thing, but he promised to keep an eye on you from the bar. You sang him a “you don’t know what you’re missing” over your shoulder, then let the music take you away.

It pulsed and throbbed. The dancing space wasn’t large, and the DJ looked a little young, but you didn’t care. The music filled you. Flowed through you. Washed away weeks of torment. Then again, maybe you’d been listening to Elias too much. A small bachelorette group welcomed you into their fold. All smiles and giddy laughter, you found yourself soaring with them.

“Hey, pretty lady.” Large hands landed on your hips and a pelvis ground into you. You turned to see a tall good-looking man smiling down at you.

“Sorry, dude. Any other night you’d be a maybe.” You removed his hands to end the conversation.

He put his hands back on your hips and pulled your pelvises together. “Wait a second. Don’t you want to get to know me before giving me the brush off?”

With a sarcastic cock of your head, you hummed. “No… not really. Have a great rest of your night.” You removed his hands again. Walking away from the floor, you heard his heavy step behind you. When you turned, you jumped. He was really close to you.

“Can I at least get your number? For that ‘any other night’ you mentioned?”

“She said back off, pal.” Seth pushed through the last layer of people and pushed you behind himself. “Or can’t you take a hint?” Any other night, you would have interjected something sassy. Right now didn’t feel like the time.

The man looked past Seth to you. “You with him?”

You nodded. “More than I am with you.” For a second your heart froze. What if he didn’t leave? You curled your fingers into Seth’s shirt, letting him know your position if something started. You let go of the air you’d been holding as the man turned. He walked away, muttering under his breath. You let go of Seth’s shirt.

“Are you okay?”

Nope. Not tonight. Not for weeks. “Where are your ladies?”

“In a cab on their way home. You’re welcome for saving you from that jerk, by the way.” Seth crossed his arms over his chest. You hated how his muscles straining through the sleeves made your chest tighten.

“Ha. Like I would thank you for anything.” You tried to move around him, but his hand landed lightly on your shoulder.

“Wait, please.” His eyes, warm and hopeful, pleaded with yours. “We need to talk. I’m sor-”

“Y/N?” Finn hurried up, skidding to a stop. “Are you okay? Saw the guy an’ I couldn’t… hello Seth.” He flicked his eyes between you. “Y/N?”

You and Seth stared at each other. His body was tenser than when the other guy was there. You guessed he wasn’t used to not getting to save the day. “We’re good,” you finally said. “Though you might want to avoid a large man in a Def Leopard shirt. He’s the real threat at the moment.”

“I doubt that.” Finn left with a nod and one last glare in Seth’s direction.

Seth caught you as you wobbled on your feet. “You need to go to sleep. I’ll call you a cab.”

The soft buzz in your system decided to hit you all at once, spiking the talkative version of yourself. “What? Like your dates? No thanks. I’ll call my own cab.” You looked around, the room suddenly fuzzy. “Once I find a door.”

He sighed. “Fine. I’ll follow you.”

***

Your hotel room door whirred, and you stumbled in. Whatever that last special had been, it really liked the sugar of your Shirley Temples. And you liked it. You liked your room. Your bed. With a smile you fell onto it, giggling as you bounced. So comfy.

“Maybe this conversation should wait ‘til the morning.” Seth picked at the hem of his shirt and turned to leave.

“Don’t take another step.” You rolled onto your back. “It’s just a sugar rush. Anything you say I am going to remember forever. And you better hurry before it wears off. The crash is going to be deep. So,” you sat up and curled your feet under, giving your undivided attention, “go.”

Again his Adam’s apple bobbed. He seemed to do that a lot around you. “I didn’t mean… the girls… Y/N I’m sorry.” He puffed like he’d been holding that back for a while. “When we broke up, I thought that’s what I wanted. I thought that’s what you wanted. And maybe you do. I can leave you alone if that’s true, but I need to-“ he groaned. Under his breath, he muttered something like, “this is a disaster.”

At least he was trying. You waited patiently for him to continue.

“Those girls stayed after for autographs and suggested the bar. I’ve been trying to move on instead of staying cooped up in my room or Crossfitting myself to death, so I said yes. If I had seen you sooner I would have left. But we were sitting down, and it wasn’t fair to them. None of this has been fair to you. And then that jerk put his hands on you.” Seth growled. “Wouldn’t leave. Wouldn’t take no for an answer. Finn wasn’t around, so I swooped in. For a second I forgot I wasn’t yours. I’m sorry, Y/N.” He slumped against the wall. Spent.

“Any other night I would have told you to fuck off.”

“And I would of. If you’d asked.” He swallowed. “Why didn’t you?”

Dammit. Why did he have to ask that?

“I don’t know. The monster I knew staring down the monster I didn’t? There wasn’t much of a choice. And the demon was a bit late.” Your cheek twitched with an almost smile. “Maybe because I wanted you to save me. Like you did the first time. For old time’s sake.”

He nodded. “Okay. Well, I’ve done that. Said my peace. I’ve been a… monster. A jerk at least. And an asshole. You deserve so much better than me. Do you want me to leave now?”

Yes. Hell yes. Maybe. No. Not really. Maybe you did deserve better, but what did you need?

“Y/N?”

“Please-“

Seth turned to leave.

“Please don’t go.” You moved off the bed and stepped close enough to wrap your arms around his waist. He tensed under your touch. Sucked in a harsh breath when you loosened your grip. He had been trying to move on. This wasn’t what he wanted. Face hot with shame and tears you refused to let fall, you moved to step away.

His arms wrapping around your waist stopped you. “Y/N…” His eyes searched your face, dropping to your lips. You let your tongue peek out to wet your lips. He seemed frozen. His voice came out in a hoarse whisper. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you again. He leaned into your hand on his cheek.

You bounced to your tip-toes, pressing your lips to his. Waiting.

He devoured you. Tongue exploring. Hungry moans. Teeth occasionally clacking together. Seth’s grip tightened around you. Like he never wanted to let go.

His onslaught paused with a gasp as you distracted him. Your hands slid over the front of his pants and over the bulge. The belt jingled and the fabric hissed as you helped him shimmy out of them. While he kicked off his shoes, you did the same with your pants. He helped you out of the rest of your clothes before capturing your mouth again. Soon he had guided you back towards the bed where the mattress bumped into the back of your legs.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

You fell back with him on top of you. He kicked your legs open so he could slide a thigh between them. Messily, he began to kiss across your face and down to the crook of your neck. You shivered. His hands spread over your breasts, teasing your nipples into peaks. All the while you couldn’t close your legs for relief.

“I’m coming, Y/N. I’ll take care of you.”

There wasn’t much he was going to have to do. His roaming fingers found you slick and sensitive already. You arched further towards his mouth as his fingers found your clit next. He knew you; knew every part of you. The spot hidden on your neck that made you hiss. Which breast was more sensitive to squeezing. How to scissor you open and how to curl. What to murmur against your skin to make you moan and whimper.

“Hold nothing back. This is all for you.”

Your nails raked down his biceps as you came. Knowing him, the night had barely started, and your eyelids were already drooping.

“Seth,” you gasped. You palmed at his length, urging him to you. “Need you.”

He did as you wished, shifting to stand between your legs. He watched with wide, dark eyes as your head fell back in bliss. You gave a soft whimper when he bottomed out. A quiet cry when you needed him to move. And a rasped shout when he slowly pulled out, just to slam home. He pushed further for a second, making sure to fill you completely. Then he began again. Over and over he made you shudder. You clawed down his back. There wasn’t space for a penny between your bodies. He twisted his hips, finding the spot that blurred your vision.

“Cum for me baby, please.” He reached down for your clit, stroking it until your walls seized his cock. “That’s it,” he cooed, stroking your hip, “I’ve got you.”

You could tell he was almost there himself. But something was holding him back. You pulled his face close enough that you could whisper.

“I forgive you.”

He gave a shout. You arched into the mini orgasm that his release caused.

When you both finally had better control of your muscles, you eased into the sheets. Seth pulled you close. The kiss was sweet. And thankful.

“I don’t know why you said that. Why you forgive me. All those nights I tried to call to say something. To-“

“This isn’t any other night.”

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Family Found Part 19: When Hell Breaks Loose [Hell in a Cell]

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The Reader managers her first, and hopefully only, pay-per-view. If everything runs smoothly, maybe she’ll get her job back. Or maybe she wants it to run off the rails to remind Kurt Angle that managing is not what she was hired for.

Warnings: wrestling violence, blatant borrowing of “Piece of Mind” by Boston, extreme rules match, some blood (just a trickle)

Word Count: 1533 (PPV) + 2102 (Raw) = 3637

Note: Do you guys like me splitting the count? I thought I’d try it in case some of you can’t read the whole thing in one sitting. Any and all feedback is appreciated. Enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 18: As It Could Have Been

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Hell in a Cell – September 16, 2018 – San Antonio, TX

Hell in a Cell began with the match for the Intercontinental Championship. And with Elias in his usual spot. On the canvas, laid like a line in the sand, was the gleaming white title. He led in with a longer, upbeat strumming.

“If you’re feeling kind of low about the life you’ve been living, n’ Monday nights come way to slow, and you want to walk but you keep on runnin’, can’t decide which way to go, yeah, yeah, yeah. I understand about indecision, but I don’t care if you get left behind. San Antonio needs some demolition; walk with Elias and you’ll have your peace of mind.”

He shuddered to a stop as “Sierra, Hotel, India, Echo, Lima, Delta,” broke through. Elias stood and tossed his mic and stool out of the ring. He squinted. Counting on his fingers, he located Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns. Dean was a little bit shorter, so he must have been walking down behind Roman. It was too late by the time he realized the returned Lunatic Fringe wasn’t with his brothers. Dean beat down on him from behind to start the match.

Seth and Roman sat on either side of the announce table with Corey Graves, Michael Cole, and Renee Young. They took their headsets and informed the group that they were there to keep Elias from using his guitar to end the match. And that Dean had told them during the pre-show to stay out of the way.

That was the plan anyway.

The match had stayed in the ring for the most part, but then Dean went flying over the ropes. Roman dashed off to make sure he was okay, leaving Seth to watch Elias. The musician exited the ring and headed for the time keeper’s box, reaching for his guitar. Seth got caught up in the wires of his headset and was unable to stop him.

Dean came around the corner. The referee was yelling at Roman to back off on another side of the ring. Seth was still stumbling to get off the floor.

Elias swung.

He rolled Dean back into the ring. Dean had made it to his hands and knees, but Elias jumped and landed his knee on the back of his head. Next came a drift away, and then a three count. Elias smirked at Roman and Seth as the ref lifted his hand high while he rested his foot on Dean’s stomach.

He made a quick exit with his retained title.

***

Bayley and Sasha Banks stared each other down as the bell rang. Best two out of three pins, or submissions, would win the match. If they were lucky, it would be the same person twice in a row, or the steel cell would have to descend.

Under normal rules, Bayley won the first pin. She was quick and wanted to leave no room for discussion over who the better wrestler was. The loop of Bayley to Bellies kept Sasha from catching her breath. Sasha rolled out of the ring as Bayley took a second to celebrate.

A mistake.

Sasha came up with a trashcan that bent around Bayley’s shoulder as she tried to come through the ropes. It was tossed into the ring and the matching lid. She continued to use the can on Bayley’s crumpled body, only stopping when she was bent in half herself over the lid. With a scream, she forced Bayley back and caught her against the mat with the lid across her stomach. She won the second pin.

They broke apart and the referee threw out the weapons as the cage was lowered. It clanged into place, making both women shiver. For a minute, neither of them moved. The referee had to step back as they met in a headlock coupled with punches to their heads and ribs. They spun and bounced around the ring. Then they had the same thought.

The crowd held their breath as Sasha climbed up one corner and Bayley climbed the opposite one. They held onto the cables controlling the rise and fall of the cage. Sasha smirked. Bayley frowned. Neither believed the other would go through with it, and they waited for the first woman to back down. Neither did. The tension in their legs built and built as their stances changed.

They jumped.

Even in mid-air, they continued to fight, rolling and tumbling until their bodies crashed to the canvas.

Since no one was moving, the referee started the count that would end the match. All either woman had to do to win was get to her feet. Eight. Nine. Ten. Nobody was standing.

***

Things did not go according to Ruby’s plan.

In her mind, she and Natalya would have taken out Nia Jax, and then finished their issues between themselves. Instead, the other two women shared a look that chilled her skin. She raised her hands up defensively, having no effect on their advances. Sure that she would have this in the bag, Ruby had made Sarah Logan and Liv Morgan stay in the back. She kept her eyes on Nia, considering her the biggest threat. When she turned to make an escape through the ropes, Natalya was there with the first attack. They didn’t let up until Ruby wasn’t moving and outside of the ring.

For two women who hadn’t really faced each other alone in the ring, Nia and Natalya wrestled like old friends. They knew each other’s move sets, their rhythms, their habits. Natalya was hyperaware of Nia’s strength advantage, while Nia was the same about her quick feet and quicker thinking. Natalya kept her attacks focused on Nia’s lower back while trying to fight off the pain her torso was taking

They were wearing each other down when Ruby scrambled back into the ring. Nia had just leg slammed Natalya and was easily knocked out of the way so she could try for a pin. She was unsuccessful and ended up giving the Hart lineage time to breathe while Nia retaliated. This time, Ruby was able to fight off the attack. She was tipped over the ropes but brought Nia’s arm and shoulder with her. The ref counted to three and a half before she let go, falling to the apron.

Natalya dragged her back in and kept the match going. Any trick Ruby tried, she had already seen it and was ready for it. Ruby was almost pinned, but Nia interceded and rolled her out of the ring again.

They went at it again. The injuries piled up. Oxygen was getting harder to find. Finally, Natalya trapped Nia beneath her in a sharpshooter. They were dangerously close to the ropes, but because of Ruby’s interference, Nia couldn’t reach them. She had to tap. From the corner, she watched as the referee handed her title to the new champion. She nodded. This is how it should be.

Natalya stared at the title. The young history of it and all that had come before blinded her. She swore to herself she would fight to be worthy of it as the referee lifted her hand in victory.

***

The second the arena pulsed with red light, Braun knew Finn Balor was going to be willing to do anything to hang onto the Universal title. The demon didn’t terrify him as much, but it was the embodiment of Finn’s drive and feral determination. As long as the demon was in play, he didn’t have much of a chance to take the title away. Choice word ‘much’. It still left enough room for ‘maybe.’

Balor grinned sharp and lethal as the cage descended. While it was a constricting construction, it was also a possible weapon. They both knew it. Balor was going to make sure he used it best.

It didn’t take long for the cage to come into effect. Balor clamored up the sides like a spider, jumping down onto Braun and wrapping his arms around the monster’s throat. Backing into turnbuckles didn’t dislodge him. The demon tightened his grip as Braun climbed the ropes, then let go and leaped before Braun’s falling body could trap him against the canvas.

It became a game of cat and mouse.

Braun had the burning desire to change his fate. Balor had the raging purpose to retain. There was blood. Just a trickle, but enough to blind the demon. Braun continued to rake his face across the chain link. After pulling him away, he then lifted Balor up onto his shoulders and tossed him into the walls.

He came up with a roar. It didn’t rattle the speakers like Braun’s, but it did rattle the monster’s resolve. Balor took the match up the next step. And he kept climbing, pushing Braun to his limits right up to climbing to the top of the steel cage. Braun was below and swaying. The last thing he saw was the demon flying through the air with a coup de grace.

A three count later, Balor climbed the structure again. He stood at the corner and held his retained title for all the universe to see.

***

***

Monday Night Raw – September 17, 2018 – Dallas, TX

“You did a really good job, Y/N.”

Kurt Angle’s praise makes you want to smile, but the way he’s looking at you chills you. “Thank you, sir. But I’m not one hundred percent sure why you called me in here. You’re back.”

He nodded. “True. But there’re a few things from last week I’m unaware of due to the meeting. I was hoping you could fill me in as things come to mind.” He calmly stopped you from speaking with a smile. “Tonight, you are just a journalist.”

That was a relief.

“Now, about Braun Strowman…”

***

The crowd roared as Finn Balor’s music took over the arena. His grin was bright enough to light the stage, and the Universal title’s gleam was blinding. He walked into the ring and grabbed a mic.

“Well… last night was excitin’.” He laughed. “Once again, the Demon defeated the monster among men. As I proved last night, t’at will always be the case. But I did not come out here to gloat. Well… maybe a little.” Finn stopped as a ‘Demon King’ chant started. “I came out here to make a promise. For too long this title was kept from you all. An’ I have to admit, my first several weeks with it back, I haven’t shared it wit’ ya as often as I’d liked.”

Finn’s voice sank dark and cold.

“Know t’is: what I’m about to say it not just a t’reat. It’sa promise. To anyone who tries to take this away from me.” He rested a hand on the top of the belt. “I will not give it up as easily as last time. Broken or not, the Universal title belongs to the WWE universe, and it belongs right here. Around ma waist. I’ll defend it every week, or as often as there are wanna be champions who will step up to face me. An’ I will break anyone who does step to me.”

He dropped the mic and stepped back to face the stage. Waiting.

Mojo Rawley stepped out onto the stage. He nodded at Finn. “During Braun’s gauntlet match last week, I was the one who almost took him down. As I see it, that makes me next in line to fight for that title.” He tossed the mic aside and rushed to the ring. His field of vision was cut as he slid into the ring, and by the time he made it to his feet, Finn was not standing in the middle. Instead, he waved at Mojo from a top turnbuckle before jumping down and handing the belt to the referee.

Jojo announced the open challenge, and the bell rang.

He did well, especially now that he was fighting someone that didn’t tower over him. Still, Finn was running off the high of a successful title defense. Mojo’s steps stuttered each time Finn laughed, giddy in his existence. A laughter that he routinely cut short with rough hits and desperate punches. But Finn kept going, his well of energy too deep for Mojo to deplete. They fought for a while, though towards the end it seemed as if Finn was toying with him. Mojo was eventually pinned. And the Demon vessel smiled.

***

“Ladies and gentlemen. Elias.”

He strummed the same opening as Sunday night. “Now Elias’s got advice I’ll just keep on givin’, should mean the world to you. Lots of you make-believe they’re livin’, can’t decide which way to walk. Whoa! I understand about indecision, but I don’t care if you get left behind. Your souls needing some reconstruction; walk with Elias and you’ll have your piece of mind. Take a look ahea-“

Elias fell forward into the canvas. The lights went up, revealing the attackers to be Drew McIntyre and Dolph Ziggler. Through Elias’s still working mic, everyone could hear what Dolph was shouting.

“Your reign is over, Elias. Today is the day the music will die.”

He curled in on himself, trying to protect his throat and diaphragm from what was probably going to be a long assault. What he wasn’t expecting, was for Seth Rollins and No Way Jose to come running down to the ring. And while it was interesting, it wasn’t out of character for Jinder Mahal and Akam from Authors of Pain to get involved. Suddenly not the focus anymore, he snagged his title and guitar and crawled to a corner where he could watch the demolition.

Jinder and Dolph went one way over the ropes, Akam and McIntyre were tossed out by Seth and Jose. They stood at the ropes, ready to jump over them if the four of them decided to attack together. It was unlikely since Akam was watching McIntyre glare at him from the corner of his eye. The other two had a large space between them, though Jinder’s focus was on Seth.

“You don’t get to steal an opportunity, Dolph,” Seth shouted. “And adding more guys to your posse is only going to be more trouble down the line for you.”

“We’ll see.” Dolph smirked, leading the group to back their way up the ramp and out of the stadium.

Elias sprung up and tipped Jose over the ropes, then Seth while he was still stunned.

“Thanks for the help. But that’s not how you walk with Elias.”

***

Dean was sitting on a crate, telling Roman a story about Cincinnati when Titus O’Neil and Apollo Crews walked up. Dana followed close behind making notes on her clipboard. Titus shook hands with Roman. “How’ve you guys been?” he asked.

“Great.”

“Staying out of trouble,” Dean added, twiddling something that looked like Curt Hawkin’s baton.

“I doubt that. But,” Titus gave them a toothy smile, “I have a proposition for you. Have a match with us tonight. We get some new competition from you guys, and you two get a copy of Dana’s analysis afterward. Sound cool?”

The guys did their look, ending it with a mutual nod. Roman answered, “see you in the ring.” He stood statue-still while they walked away; on the other hand, Dean was practically vibrating with excitement.

He got to use it a few minutes later in their match. Dean fought with Apollo first, who quickly tagged in Titus. The height and strength difference did not perturb him. He only got out of the ring when Roman tagged himself in for his turn. Dean watched as Roman tossed Titus around after a series of exchanged headlocks. He couldn’t help but flinch when Apollo came back in and gained the upper hand with his acrobatics. The World-Wide member backed off as Dean stole a tag, then scrambled into the ring. He kept letting Apollo get just close enough to the corner to be inches away from Titus’s reach, then pulling him back to the center. A Dirty Deeds finished the matter.

Titus and Apollo took it in stride. They met in the center of the ring and exchanged handshakes. But when they turned to leave, neither Roman nor Dean let go.

Dean tugged Apollo closer. “This is going to be fun,” he whispered. While he slammed Apollo back to the mat, Roman threw Titus into a corner and kicked at his stomach. They continued their attack until neither man was standing. They left the ring after bumping fists.

***

The guys laughed as they came up the hallway. Kurt stepped into their path with a flustered huff. “What was that?”

Dean and Roman shared a look. “What was what?” Dean asked. “We won the match.”

“And then you attacked your already defeated opponents.”

“A statement,” Roman rumbled. When Kurt shot him an incredulous look, he rolled his eyes. “The tag team division is weak. Dean and I want to try our hand at improving it.” He smiled at Dean, who agreed.

“I think we did pretty well for them asking last minute.”

Kurt did not agree. “What you did was uncalled for. There are going to be repercussions.” He waved away their defenses. “No. You two cannot become another tag team. We have too many of those already.”

“And you don’t use the ones you’ve got.” Roman patted back towards Dean’s chest. “Where I and my bother go, excellence follows. The tag teams aren’t good because nobody is focused on them. They’ve got a fourth of the titles but all that anyone sees are the women’s, the Intercontinental, and the Universal. Let Dean and I be a team. We’ll bring the focus. We’ll put them to the test. We’ll-“

“It’s out of my hands,” Kurt grumbled.

“How can it be out of your hands?” “You’re the general manager.”

“The answer is no.” He pushed through them, ignoring the way Roman glared and how Dean growled.

***

For the main event, Natalya had the ring draped in her family colors and her new title sitting on a pedestal in the middle of the ring.

“I did it,” was all she needed to say. Rhonda watched quietly from a corner. She sent Natalya and encouraging nod to continue with what she wanted to say. “It’s been a long road. Fighting old enemies. Fighting new ones. And fighting friends to get to this spot. I hope that I can prove to you that it was all worth it.”

“Don’t go celebrating yet.” Nia’s voice was followed by her entrance music, and then by her walking out onto the stage in her gear. “It’s not completely yours until you know I can’t get it back. And I still have my rematch clause.” She stopped at the top of the ramp. “But you knew that. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be in your gear.”

Natalya nodded. “Figured. Cleared it with Angle earlier too.”

“Are you done with your speech? Or can it wait until after I take my title back?”

She bit back certain choice words. “Just one more thing. I wanted to thank you for the opportunity. Not just for the title, but also to kick Ruby Riott’s teeth in… and to make you tap like the easily replaceable champion you were.”

“Replaceable?” Nia scoffed. “Just ask your friend Rhonda if it’s easy to replace me.” She sent her a sticky sweet smile. “But really, I am glad for you Natty. But right now, it’s time for reality. Let’s finish this.”

A ref was called. What happened was the one-on-one match that Natalya had hoped for. She was able to completely focus on Nia. And Nia was more than happy to give her all the attention back. Rhonda stayed on the floor and out of the way, only moving to check on her friend when she was tossed out of the ring.

A flash of red and black hit Rhonda from the back. Natalya missed seeing it, but Nia did and pushed the champion out of the way to see if it was who she thought.

Ruby Riott peeked into view with a wicked smile.

Nia took a step to deal with her, but Natalya grabbed her from behind and rolled her up to retain her title. It wasn’t until after the count that she heard the trio of laughter. Rhonda crawled into the ring, bringing the title with her. The Riott Squad circled back around to the ramp.

“I didn’t care who was going to win,” the leader said. “I just wanted to ruin someone’s night. And stake my claim on the number one contender’s spot.” Ruby left with a laugh and a final wink, the Squad on either side.

***

Charlie rushed up to catch Dean and Roman before the show ended. “Sorry, we can’t find Y/N. Would you mind telling us why you attacked Titus and Apollo after your match tonight?”

They were about to answer when they heard shouting. Turning to look over their shoulders, they saw you and Kurt.

“You can’t do that!” you shouted at him.

“I can, Y/N. That’s just how it’s gonna have to be.” He looked above you and around, spotting your cousin and his best friend. He sighed as you kept him from walking away.

“No. You may have the power, but you know it isn’t right. Don’t do this.”

Gently, Kurt moved your hands. “Have a good rest of your week. I’ll see you next Monday.” He motioned to the guys. “Dean, Roman, may I have a word?” They followed him into the next corridor. You watched him go, trying to catch your breath. Flustered, you breezed past Charlie without even a goodbye.

Part 20: Handling It

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Your Champion

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Prompt: “Hey! If you don’t mind, can you make another Dolph Ziggler but with an age difference? Nothing illegal, just like she’s younger than him.”

Pairing: Dolph Ziggler (Age 38 atm) x Reader (Y/N) (I’m writing 20 to low 30’s)

Warnings/Promises: age difference, supportive girlfriends, SMUT, oral (both receiving), orgasm control, praise kink (?maybe?), FLUFF

Word Count: 1820

Note: Sorry this came out a week late. Something came up and I wasn’t able to finish it in time. It also turned out super fluffy, which I was not expecting. I hope you all enjoy it. Please let me know if you do, if you have an idea of your own, or if you’d like to be added to a tag list. (And if you’d like me to start a Dolph list.) Happy reading!

Naomi directed your attention to Jimmy and the group of guys presently screaming at this year’s Madden tournament. “We work with children.”

You snorted. “I just work with them. You’re actually married to one.” You shared a good-hearted giggle. You went back to discussing the changes coming to Total Divas and some plans for the days off. Just girl time. The gamers reacted again.

“Not to be that girl,” she said, sliding closer to you, “but when are you gonna get your man? You a beautiful woman, hun. Most of those guys are spoken for, but the others must be blind if they’re not checking on you.”

How could you tell her you already have one?

She read your face. “Who is it?” When you clenched your jaw into silence, she nudged your arm. “Don’t be like that. Spill.”

Still, you were nervous. “Promise you won’t judge?”

“Honey, I am married to one of the dorkiest men on the rosters. It can’t be that-“

“Dolph.”

“What now?” Here it came. “I figured you go for someone like… a bit…”

“Someone younger.” You nodded as she scrunched up her face in agreement. “That seems to be the general consensus, yes.” She spun her hand to tell you to continue. “I know he’s a little older than me… but for all his bluster and shallow charm in the ring… outside… with me? He’s got a maturity I haven’t been able to find before.”

Naomi sat back and focused on her phone again. “You do you, hun, but if he breaks your heart he better know I’m coming for his kneecaps. Right?”

“Oh. He knows.”

***

“Naomi has officially threatened your kneecaps,” you said, crawling into bed. Dolph chuckled while shedding his shirt. “Are you still sure you want to date me?”

He slid under the covers, just in his boxers. You both hummed into the kiss he gave you. “That makes how many threats now?” He started to count on his fingers. “Becky. Asuka. Nia. Ember. How’d she take not being the first to know? You know much she hates you ladies holding out on her.”

“What she doesn’t know won’t kill her. I’m surprised it took this long, with Becky’s usual spoiler-puns.” You snuggled into his chest. “How’d you do in Madden today?”

“Stupid Rollins.”

You giggled. “That well, huh?” As he turned off the side lamp, you had an idea. “Would you like to be the champion of something else?” He turned the light back on, making you squint.

“What did you have in mind?” Stradling his chest answered his question. “Don’t champions get to be on top?”

“Not if they want to lay back, relax, and enjoy the show?” To convince him, you shed your sleep shirt to show him your bare breasts. Due to your aversion to shorts, all that was left was your panties. “Any arguments so far?” He shook his head. “Good. Let me make you feel so good.”

Dolph gasped as you slid your hands across his pecks, then dragged your nails back down to his abs. They flexed under your touch, making you lick your lips. Patience. The massage wasn’t done yet. Next, you slid your hands up to his shoulder, kneading and squeezing out the knots you found. You continued down his arm and when you finished massaging his wrist and hand, you kissed his knuckles. A low groan rumbled in his throat as you sucked his middle finger in your mouth, for just a moment.

Beneath you, you could feel his body heating up and his length beginning to press into the hems of your underwear. Just a little more patience. You gave the same massage to the other arm, finishing it as before.

He swallowed. “Baby. Please.”

You grinned. “Haven’t even started and I’ve already got you begging.” You winked at him. “I’ll have to remember that.” Before he could retort, you let your head fall back and your hips to undulate as they willed. You whimpered as your own core temperature began to rise. Even warmer hands landed on your hips, guiding you to buck down onto Dolph. His fingers played with the elastic of your panties. It took some maneuvering, but soon they were removed.

The shift helped you get into position so you were facing his pelvis while your heat hovered in front of his face. You hissed when he bit at the globe of your ass. He gave a similar sound when you helped his cock spring onto his stomach and laved your tongue around the head. With a shudder, his body arched towards you. That was your cue. You bowed your body so he could watch you between your legs. His grip tightened on your thighs, spreading them wider. After messily kissing down his length, you began to swallow him down.

There was a soft pat as his head fell back into the pillows. Then a hungry hum right before he tugged your hips closer to his face. What was supposed to be something nice for him turned into a competition. He was working you up so fast. Sucking and humming in just the right places. Stroking his thumbs in circles against your skin. One grazed over your puckered hole, making you shiver. Distracted, you didn’t feel his other hand moving until a finger flicked over your clit. You pushed back onto the digit he curled into your slick, whimpering as you heard him suck it clean.

“Already dripping, baby,” he said with a smirk you could hear. “Are you gonna cum for me so quick?” He flattened his tongue against you. “Or are you going to make me work for it?”

You released his length with a pop, breathing in pants. “Don’t know. You’re the champion. What do you want?” You nipped at his stomach next to where his cock was laying. It twitched as his muscles contracted.

The answer you received was the slow devouring that made your eyes cross. You took him into your mouth again, trying to focus while he slid two fingers into our heat. They didn’t move much, but the micro curls were enough to keep you on edge. Once, twice you thought you were going to cum, but he backed off, leaving you shivering and whining around his cock. It probably would have gone on longer, but his length began to throb in your mouth. He pulled you closer to his face and off of him, groaning as you trailed off with your teeth. His fingers curled harshly, sending you toppling to one side as your body quaked.

Once you had caught your breath, you straddled his waist again, despite his soft protest. You sat as before, but sliding your sensitive lips back and forth across his length.

“Bet I could make you cum this way,” you teased.

“I know you could.” He pulled you forward to kiss at the underside of your neck. “But I want to cum inside you,” he whispered.

The stretch of him was always amazing. He never let you start by slamming down, no matter how much of your patience had run out. His large hands kept you still while he thrust an inch at a time. When you were fully seated, he reached up and palmed at your breasts, distracting you from adjusting. Lines of red welts rose up on his skin as you fought to hold your composure.

You made the first thrust. Already your mouth fell open and your eyes softly closed. You tried to control the pace, but your pace kept faltering. Dolph took over. Thrusting into you and circling his hips. He knew what to do to pull rasping screams from your lips. Again, his thumb was at your clit. Your body gave a shudder as you hurried closer to release.

“Dolph-“ you cried out as he slammed you down and pinned you in place.

“Yes, dear?”

You whined. “Please. Don’t tease. I’m so close.”

“Barely started and your begging already. I’ll have to remember that.”

“You bas-“ He cut you off with a thrust. Wiggling as best you could, you also contracted your walls around his cock. “I know you’re close too. I could taste it earlier.”

“Very true.”

The shriek caught in your throat as he set a brutal pace. You fell forward, one of your breasts right into Dolph’s waiting mouth where he could bite at the side. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. You couldn’t remember anything else.

Except for his name when you screamed it as you came.

Dolph followed after, muttering your name like a chant warded with curses. He pumped into you, filling you and murmuring words of praise.

“That’s it, baby. Take it. Did so good making me feel good.” Helped you fall onto the bed and covered you with the sheets. “Best prize a champion could ever receive.”

For a minute, all you could do was breathe and listen to him gasping as well. You giggled. “Not bad for an old man.”

“Who’s old?” Dolph tugged you close and gave your ass a playful pat. “You best observe your elders, young whipper-snapper.”

“No. Don’t do that,” you said with a laugh. “Nothing so corny, please.” He laughed with you and rubbed your back.

“Y/N?” He paused, waiting for your hum, “I do… satisfy you. Right? I mean… you’re a brilliant, beautiful woman. You could have any of the other guys.” He hushed as you placed your finger on his lips.

“Maybe so. But nobody could make love to me like you do. You were young and stupid once,” you said, poking him in the ribs. “How long could you last then?” You arched your eyebrow when he opened his mouth to brag; he closed it again knowing you knew the truth. “And how long can you last now? Somedays I think you plan all morning what to do to me. It feels like hours compared to how fast you can make me cum.”

Dolph nodded. “Love watching you fall apart.”

“So much time and effort put into me. And that’s just the sex. You do it in just about every other aspect of our relationship too.” You let your arm hang over his stomach. “You make time for me. And keep it. That’s why I love you.”

When you didn’t hear a response, you looked up to check that he was okay.

“Dolph Ziggler… are you blushing?”

“Maybe.” He licked his lips and met your gaze. “How can I not when the love of my life it telling me why she loves me.” He groaned, “that sounded more self-centered than I had in mind.” With a grimace, his head fell back deeper into the pillows.

“Hey,” you fiddled your fingers against his skin, “I’m glad I can still make you blush. If you’d like, you can tell me why you love me.”

“That could take all night,” he smirked.

“Then you better get started.”

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My King, My Queen, My Love

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Prompt: “Can you do a demon king smut where he hasn’t been there for a while and his queen (reader) is starting to get upset and worry and he shows up and smut ensues?” – @riverdalehoeeeeeee  

Pairing: Demon King Balor x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: language, SMUT, king kink (sorta?)

Word Count: 1270

Note: This is, like, hella intense. As in: I was in a special mood for the dramatic so hold onto your panties, ladies, we are ruined for the rest of the day. Couldn’t sleep for a while after writing this. Thanks for the request, dear. Happy WWE Answered Request Week. Have fun, sinners!

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“Finn needs his time, my Queen. And when he needs me, I have to be away.”

Some of his last words to you bounced back and forth in your head while you tossed and turned. You had known and understood their bargain when you married him. From time to time, Balor would be called to the surface for about a week, and you would do your best to keep Hell running like clockwork.

But this time was different.

He should have been home weeks ago. Whatever Finn had summoned him for, it must have been important.

What if he was conquered?

That was impossible. The Demon King had never been bested in combat.

There’s always a first time.

Had you still been mortal, the demon sending you thoughts would have been killed for such blasphemy. But you were Queen. No longer mortal, and no longer at risk for low-level doubt-senders. These were your own thoughts. They terrified you. They kept coming as your mind began to make a list of mortal and immortal enemies. The Beast. The Monster. The Undertaker. For the third, sightings had been few and he had never seemed interested in the Demon King.

“Hello, Y/N.”

You tried to jump from the bed, but he pinned you to it. There were new bruises on his torso. His eyes were still the bright cold blue.

“Balor!” Your arms were released and you wrapped them around his torso. “You were gone so long.”

He growled. “Wyatt was making trouble again. More than he could handle, as Finn and I have just proved.” He nuzzled into the hand you rested on his face. “I have missed you, ma grá.”

You pulled him down for a kiss that speckled across his whole face. He took it all with a contented sigh. The weight of weeks of battle collapsed on top of you as he let his arms relax. He gave you just enough space to breathe, but you felt it all the same. His muscles rippled as you trailed your fingertips across his skin. Any other day, night, or second that passed in the universe, or under any other circumstances, he would have raged at your question.

“Let me make you feel good?”

Softly, he kissed your forehead. “No.” He took a deep breath and fell to lay on his back. You curled into his side, half-draping yourself over him. He was home. He was safe. He was with you. “Y/N?”

“Yes, my king?”

He smiled. You always knew what he needed to hear. “How much time do I have to make up for.”

The game. You loved this game.

“Three weeks, my king.”

“No,” he drawled, unbelieving. “Tell me truthfully, my queen, how much time to I have to make up for? Take into account the spin of pain that makes Hell turn around.”

“Three years, my king.”

That was also wrong.

“Include all the tedious meetings and slowed seconds listening to them grovel at your feet.”

“A lifetime, Balor.”

You were getting warmer.

Turning to face you, he thumbed across your cheekbone. “How much time do I have to make up… to you?”

Your chance.

“Centuries. My love.”

With a growl, he once again crawled over you. This time his form was rigid and powerful. Energized.

“Then I best get started.”

Like the lip of a switch, he was not just the Demon King. His whole existence was focused on giving you pleasure so deep it made you unable to walk for a week. Or in Hell time… well, who gave a damn?

Your neck he attacked first. Through time he had found multiple places where you were sensitive. He knew which one to kiss to make you sigh. Which one to hum on to make you shiver. Which one to bite to make you scream. He visited each. Working you higher and higher until your thighs fell open for him. But he didn’t move any further south than your breasts, newly unveiled with the powers of the king. A whole new battlefield. Again, his teeth were his best weapon. Just feeling them against your skin was electrifying. Slight nips that grew to soft open-mouthed bites made you arch and moan his name.

The sheets below you were starting to get soaked.

“Please, love,” you whispered.

“I have centuries to make up, ma grá. Centuries that can’t be rushed.” He kissed down to your stomach, then back up to the valley of your breasts. “Do you disagree with my methods.”

“No, my king. But…” How to phrase it. One way to make him proud and move faster. Another… and make him unstoppable. “But centuries my love, I am not patient for.” You reached down for the apex of your thighs. His gaze followed or hand, watching to see how far you dared. You curled a finger into your heat. He grabbed your wrist and brought it to his face. His tongue darted out for a taste.

Rubies backlight with flames. That’s what his eyes flashed like. He growled and leaned down to press your noses together. “Would you dare?”

You lifted your finger to your lips and sucked what he had left. “I have.”

Unstoppable.

With a roar he grabbed your hips and slammed home, aided by your desperate dripping need. You screamed, making him laugh. Victims called his laughter chilling. But you, in his bed? You called it promising. He gave you no space to breathe, to speak, to meet him thrust for thrust. Your husband, your king, took the passion that had been absent for centuries and spent it all with each thrust. His teeth gnashed as his head tossed back. His nails dug into your skin. That you could return, by drawing long thin welts into this chest and stomach.

He grabbed behind your thighs and pressed your legs back to your chest. His thrusts were like arrows to the heart of you. He made it race and jump and skip a beat. You reached behind him, trying to pull him closer than what should have been physically possible.

“My queen, how much time do I have to make up for now?”

You could not answer. You were too busy screaming.

Balor felt your walls tightening. They pulled him in and stuttered his pace. Still, he kept on. You gasped as the first wave rolled over you. His growl caught in is throat but one hand let go of your leg and reached for your clit. You back bowed towards him and your toes cramped. Still, he kept on. The force of him drove you back to brace against the headboard. He shifted your thigh over his shoulder so he could brace too. Your arms were too weak, and he knew it. There was so much. Still, he kept on.

Unstoppable.

“My, qu-… my… Y/N!”

His body shivered and tensed as he held the apex of you against him. His release coated you and triggered a final wave. Your weak cry was nothing compared to the bliss blinding you.

Once again, his body collapsed onto yours. But this time he was relaxed past the point of thought. And so were you. He had just enough energy to clean you with a snap and to pull the covers over you.

“How much time now, my queen?” he panted. “How much time?”

“Just one more second, my love.” You pulled his arm over your hip and curled yours over his. “Hold me for just one more second.”

“Oh, ma grá,” he hummed, watching you fall asleep, “I can make one second last all night.”

ma grá = my love

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Family Found Part 18: As It Could Have Been

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It’s the last Monday before Hell in a Cell and the Reader is in control. Sort of. A lot of things go wrong, there are egos to buffer, and ‘deviation from the plan’ is the phrase of the night. But some blue-brand reassurance helps boost the Reader’s confidence.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, stress/angst, tiny bit of Sheamus x Reader

Word Count: 4260 (oops)

Note: It’s long for a non-PPV week because it’s heavy on the promos. But it moves quickly and sets a few more things up. Let me know if you have been enjoying this series! Enjoy.

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 17: Tensions Rising 

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Monday Night Raw – September 10, 2018 – Beaumont, TX

You jumped as your music started and a backdrop in your favorite color took over the Titantron. With a deep breath, you walked out onto the stage. Your smile became brighter one the way to the ring as the crowd welcomed you.

“Hello, Beaumont, Texas!” It was taking nearly all of your willpower to not let the microphone shake in your hands. “I wanted to start tonight by letting you know that tonight is not going to be a normal night. Kurt Angle is away on a business trip and is meeting with Stephanie McMahon.” Deep breaths, deep breaths. “He asked me last week to take over managing Raw this week. I have to admit, I am a little nervous.” When they cheered, you grew a little bolder. “This week is still going to be action-packed. There’s the last round of the Intercontinental Concert Series, and Finn Balor has asked for some time to speak to Roman Reigns, and then for a match with him. I know we’re a little off plan tonight, but it’s Raw. When does it ever go according to pla-“

Bagpipes sounded, and a Celtic symbol showed up on stage. Sheamus hesitantly peaked out, then continued down to the ring. He apologized on his way through the ropes. “Sorry ‘bout that. I wasn’t expectin’ my music to happen so quick. Didn’t mean ta interrupt ya, Miss Ambrose.”

You dropped your mic to your waist. “Just Y/N, please.” With a smile, you brought it back up. “No problem. I didn’t really have anything more to say.” For all the space in the ring. Sheamus stopped about a meter from where you were standing. “Um, do I trust you enough to know why you’re here, or should you tell me?”

“Oh, yeah, Kurt told me last week I could watch the show, help you out an’ the like if you need it.”

“Just to watch? Have fun with that.” It sounded plausible. But there had to be something else, right? “And maybe… scouting some future competition?”

Sheamus nodded. “Yes, lass. And to pass along how much everybody misses you on Smackdown. Even Becky and Aiden are getting along now.”

“That’s good to hear.” You shifted your weight. “But that’s it?”

He licked his lips to say more, then dropped off into a shrug. “That’s it.”

“Okay, then. Welcome to Monday Night Raw. Try to keep yourself out of-“ You were interrupted again, this time by Baron Corbin. What was it with wrestlers? Did they break out in hives if someone was able to finish a thought?

Baron walked down the ramp. “Y/N.”

“Mr. Corbin.”

“Actually, that’s Constable Corbin now.” He stepped through the ropes with a smirk.

“Excuse me?” Baron bumped past Sheamus and handed you a letter. You read it out loud. “From Stephanie McMahon: tonight, I am assigning Baron Corbin to assist you as constable. He is operating under my jurisdiction and- what the heck am I supposed to do with this? You’re here to answer any questions I might have about matches and to back me up?”

He nodded. “Yes, if I think what you’re doing aligns with the wishes of Stephanie McMahon.” He thumped your back. “Good luck.” He turned on his heel and bumped Sheamus again on the way out.

What the hell? You sputtered and looked to Sheamus. He punched his palm and nodded towards Baron’s exiting form. You shook your head. He shrugged and sat on the ropes so the both of you could exit the ring.

***

You were barely off the stage before Finn Balor’s music started. He gave you a reassuring nod and you sent him a ‘have fun’ before getting out of the way. You couldn’t help but hover in Gorilla, watching his entrance just out of the view of the audience.

Once in the ring, he took a mic and turned expectantly towards the stage. He tapped at the Universal Title around his waist as Roman entered and made his way to the ring. A grin sneaked across his face as Roman made him wait by standing by each of the ring posts like it was the beginning of a match.

“Are ya done?”

Roman walked away to collect a mic.

“I wan’ed to speak with you about last week’s match.” Finn scoffed. “What happened? Braun t’rew you around like a rag doll. And because of it, you don’t ‘ave a match at Hell in a Cell.”

Roman nodded. “And what of it?”

“I thought this was your yard, Big Dog?”

“It is. Sometimes I just like to sit back and watch the squirrels run around.”

Finn laughed. Out of the range of the mic, he made Roman smile with, “that was good.” He cleared his throat and continued. “Would you say t’at you know Braun’s skills the best?” He waited for Roman’s confused ‘possibly’ nod. “While I was watching last week’s match for my Universal title, I noticed a few things about you two.” Finn began to count on his fingers. “You are both willing to fight until your last breaths. You don’t take shortcuts. An’ you realize who the biggest threat is and handle t’em after taking out the others so ya won’t be interrupted.”

“Thanks for that analysis, but Y/N said you asked for a match as well. What does all of that,” he circled his hand in front of Finn’s face, “have to do with this.” He motioned between themselves.

“If I want to beat Braun again, in a way that discourages him from trying again to take my title away, at least for a while, then I have to beat the man who knows him best.”

Biting his lip, Roman huffed. “You want to fight me… as practice? So that other people can challenge you for the Universal Title?”

“Yes.”

Roman shifted his weight and looked down at Finn. “Then let’s get started.” The mic hadn’t hit the ground yet before he was swinging his fist in Finn’s direction. The champion was ready for it, but only halfway as he took some of the hit and was rolled out of the ring. They shared a smug smile as Finn shed his jacket and passed his title to the ref that rushed down to the ring.

Finn spent the first half of the match keeping up with what Roman threw at him. Every heavy hit or drop that he could dish out, Finn had to take it until he could fight back to his feet. Then it was a matter of height where Finn surprisingly took the advantage. His acrobatics combined with the spring of the ropes kept Roman from really being able to defend himself. Occasionally, he was able to knock Finn down with a superman punch. Another time, Finn took the full brunt of a spear, but he came up with a growl and a renewed vigor.

The second spear was easily avoided, and Roman’s shoulder crashed into the post. Finn yanked him away and rushed up the turnbuckles for the coup de grace. Between the exhaustion of keeping up with him and the exponential injuries, Roman was unable to break out of the count.

Finn took back his title from the ref and shook Roman’s hand before leaving the ring.

***

Baron trailed behind you out of the office as you followed the sound of metal clanging against concrete and crates being upturned. When you slid to a stop, he bumped into you. A techie barely dodged a flying steel chair and you jumped forward.

“Braun! Seriously? What’s the trouble this time?”

He froze and turned to look at you. “Roman had a match with Finn. Practice, he said. Where is my practice for Hell in a Cell?”

“Um, you hadn’t asked for one. Finn asked Kurt last week. He’s usually pretty open to giving people matches. That doesn’t mean you can go on a rampage backstage. Seriously. Just come talk to me.” His chest heaved, and his fists tightened around invisible foes. You turned to Baron with a gulp. “Suggestions?”

He answered a call. “You’re the Braun wrangler. I’m only here to observe and to help when you need it.”

“Um, I need help.” You motioned towards Braun.

“Not right now,” he dropped his voice to a harsh whisper, “I’m on the phone. Yes, Stephanie?”

Okay, you could do this. You pushed Baron out of the way so you could grab a chair. Braun watched you amused as you stood on it. You huffed. “You want a match?”

“Yeah.

With a nervous sigh, you gave him the bad news first. “There’s not really a space for it tonight. But,” you held your hands up to stop whatever movements he was about to do, “now hear me out, I will try to find you someone to fight if you can promise not to put any more of my techies in danger?” You thought for a second. “Possibly multiple someone’s. Okay? A tentative deal?” You held out your hand and waited for his.

He looked at your hand, then the chair she’s standing on, then your face. “Deal.” He shook your hand gently, despite his completely swallowing yours. “Thanks.”

Once you had stepped off the chair, Baron poked your shoulder. “Your phone is ringing.” He left you fuming. You answered the call, only after checking to see who it was. “Hi, Mr. Angle. Yes, everything is going just fine.”

***

Sasha Banks was pacing the ring. “I’ve got to get something off my chest.” She came to a halt in the center of the ring and composed herself. “A few months ago, Bayley and I started down what I had hoped was the last mile of our issues. I had hoped to leave what happened at Extreme Rules behind us. Then last week, Bayley interfered and cost me my match. She wasn’t even supposed to be in the arena!” Sasha took another breath. “What I have come here to say, is this: I admit I have made mistakes in the past, and I have paid for them. I have worked through them and I am going to keep moving forward. But Bayley,” she turned towards the stage, “you obviously still have issues to work out. So let’s finish this. Hell in a Cell, locked in together with no way out until we are done.” She licked her lips. “And if you beat me… unlikely… then we split ways and I will not even look in your direction if you can agree to do the same.”

For a second, nothing happened. Then the Titantron lit up in bright colors. Bayley walked out and gave Sasha some fake applause. “And there she is. One of the best actresses in the business. It’s speeches like that, that make you think she’s really changed. When in reality, she’s learned people have caught onto her lies and are calling her out on them.”

“I want to bury the hatchet, Bayley. That’s all.” Sasha held her hands up in surrender. “What we could have been, all of my past, I’m leaving it behind me. Why can’t you let me drop it?”

“No.” Bayley pointed at her and almost stepped towards the ramp. “You don’t get to make me look like I’m the villain. I’ve heard that monologue tpo many times for it to work anymore. You want to bury the hatchet? Fine. Let me run this by you.” Bayley fiddled with the tassels on her jacket for a moment.

Sasha nervously waited.

“I admit I was grumbling earlier today about you and all this, and Dana overheard me. She was looking through some classic matches and suggested one to solve our problem. You might know the one. Triple H versus Stone Cold Steve Austin in a Three Ways to Hell match.” She smiled as Sasha recognized it. “If you don’t remember the rules, the first pin is normal. After that, it’s street fight rules and anything goes. After another pin, the steel cage descends and there’s no way out except by pinfall or submission.” Bayley dropped the last bit of the smile she had been clinging to. “That’s what you wanted right? No way out, the last call? No room for any continuation of this… whatever this was.” Bayley motioned between themselves.

Sasha nodded. “Last call. Hell in a Cell.”

“I’ll see you there.”

***

Natalya walked up just as you were confirming Sasha and Bayley’s match with Kurt. Rhonda Rousey was by her side, bumping shoulders with Baron to do so. “I want a rematch. Me against Ruby Riott. If she loses she loses her place in the championship match.” Before you could ask questions or protest, she held her hand up to silence you. “Last week was a mistake. I want to fix it.”

You checked your match sheet. There was room. And since you had sort of foreseen this last week, Kurt had given you that power. Still. “Are you sure? Aren’t you worried you’re focusing so much on Ruby that you’re forgetting about Nia?”

Way to sink back into journalist mode, Y/N.

“I think that’s why I lost last week. I was so focused on what I wanted Hell in a Cell to be that I lost sight of the goal at hand. Mentally planning for Nia got in the way of what I had to do to Ruby.” She slapped her hands together to pump herself up. “I know I can fix it. Have the championship match as planned.”

Both of you froze as Ruby and the Squad wandered into the space. Ruby would have stepped nose-to-nose with Natalya had you not stayed in the way. She gave you a quick glance, then refocused on Natalya. “Figured you be here. Oh, and a little birdy told me you were headed this way.” Liv Morgan jutted her chin over Ruby’s shoulder with a ‘tweet’. “Trying to kick me out of Hell in a Cell after making it so easy for me to get there in the first place?”

Rhonda grabbed hold of Natalya’s shoulders to keep her from surging forward.

“What are you worried about? The great match it could have been got better. You should let the match happen, Y/N. Even if it’s going to end just like it did last week.”

You took the bait with a sigh. “And why do you say that?”

“Because Natalya knows at Hell in a Cell she has nothing to fear from me. We will share a common goal. Even if we prefer different methods. As for this week, I have nothing to lose. What Natalya is afraid of is how her heart gets in the way of the goal.” She smirked and tapped your schedule. “Be a dear, Y/N, and make the match. If I lose, I’m out. If I win, then things go according to plan. But this week, let’s have people ringside. Agreed, Natty?”

Natalya looked back at Rhonda, who nodded. “Fine. But that is not going to end in your favor.”

Ruby laughed. “Funny. I was going to say the same thing about you.”

“Make the match, Y/N,” Baron said. “You already made space for it, and both parties are asking for it.” He talked over you. “We don’t need to discuss it. Just call it.”

You looked at each of the determined parties. “Okay. The rematch is the main event.” As everyone filed out, you muttered under your breath. “Sometimes I hate being right.”

***

With the match set between Bayley and Sasha, the Legit Boss was able to focus on her match for the night. Mickie James was unable to dampen her spirits, not for lack of trying.

“You’re alone here because of your own actions, Sasha,” she screamed at her. “Hell in a Cell should be the least of your worries. Your focus should be what the locker room is going to do to you once they realize how vulnerable you are.” Mickie broke away from Sasha’s attempted hold. “Especially after you lose tonight… and on Sunday.”

Sasha elbowed her in the face before she could say another word, then wrapped her up in the Bank Statement. “We’ll see about that,” Sasha whispered as Mickie tapped out.  

***

“Y/N.” Elias walked up, guitar over his shoulder.

You shook your head and went back to looking at your phone. “I’ve a lot on my plate tonight, and you don’t have a match. Kurt didn’t schedule one.” You puffed as he placed his hand over the screen.

“Why not?”

“Uh, the schedule didn’t say.” Perhaps… you gave him a smile. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll find you someone.”

“Not Braun,” he said.

Best laid plans. “What? Why not Braun? You did pretty well against him last time. Well, you survived better than most,” you added with a shrug.

Elias remained neutral. “That still isn’t saying much. Braun has been completely out of control. And I am not sacrificing my ability to hold onto my title next week so you can have an easy week now. I’m a champion. And I am going to keep it that way, despite your best efforts.”

You waved away his complaints. “Please, I am really stressed about tonight. Anything you can do to help this show run as smoothly as possible will be greatly appreciated. If even just in brownie points.” Another idea came to mind. “Actually, there were brownies in catering. I can reserve a few if that’s enough incentive.”

He squinted as you waited on baited breath. “To not have a match or to fight Braun.” You tilted your hand back and forth for either. “For no match… what if it is?”

“Then I owe you one.” Dangerous, but it felt necessary.

“Deal.” He gave you a nod and left the office. You immediately went on the walkie-talkie and reserved those brownies for when he got there.

***

Seth Rollins and Dean couldn’t help but laugh at each other. How many times had they clashed reaching for the same goal? How many times had they won one together? And here they were, once again going head to head. The crowd rewarded their talent with ‘Monday Night Rollins’ and ‘Let’s Go Ambrose’ chants.

From the corner of his eye, Seth saw a guitar slide into the ring. He tipped Dean over the ropes and ducked out of the way of Elias’s swing. By the time he had curb-stomped Elias and toss him out, Dean was back in the ring. He hadn’t seen the events, so he continued with his earlier moves and wiped Seth out with a Dirty Deeds.

Elias’s head peeked into view as Dean won the pin. He exited the arena with a knowing grin as Dean started to put the pieces together. Above his head, the distraction replayed on the Titantron.

Dean twisted around and helped Seth up into a sitting position. “Why didn’t you say something, you loser? We could have kicked him out together and-“

Seth waved his words away. “Nah, man. It’s your turn. He took that from me, and I’m going to have your back when you take it from him.” He groaned as Dean heaved him to his feet. “Damn, that move is intense.” Dean laughed and helped him out of the ring.

***

You were sitting on a crate staring at your ringing phone when Sheamus sat down next to you. Gently, he took your phone and placed it on the far side of him.

“How have you been enjoying the show?” you asked.

He nodded. “It’s been great. Action packed, with just the right amount of drama. And ya know what your wrestlers need to make the night run… smoother. You’ve been doing great.” He scooted closer when you didn’t reply. “How do you think you did?”

“I think I’m drowning. I’m unqualified for this kind of stuff. There was that thing with Braun. Then Corbin left no room for discussion about Natalya’s rematch. I still don’t think she really wants to do it. Or needs to. Seth lost to Dean, not because of skill or outsmarting each other, but because I didn’t set up enough security to keep Elias from interfering. Everything has gone wrong and I feel like I’ve let everyone down.” You dropped your voice. “I don’t want to let Dean down.”

Sheamus hesitated, then followed through with wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Considerin’ you’ve only been in the company for a few months, you’re doin’ fantastic. I’ve been ‘ere for… well, forever, and I know I couldn’t do nearly as well as you did.” He rubbed his hand up and down your arm. “If ya could pick one good t’ing about tonight…”

It took a minute for your brain to wrap around the question. “Tonight wasn’t as chaotic as it could have been.”

“Good.”

“And you. Whether you’re here as a spy or what, thank you. I didn’t mean to dump my worries on you, but you took them like a champ.”

He nudged your shoulder with a wink. “Anytime, lass.” He handed your phone back. “Last two matches?”

“Last two matches.”

***

The match you had thrown together for Braun was set. He seemed pleased to hear of the gauntlet match you had planned, but he didn’t know who would be participating until they came out.

Bobby Roode did a rushed version of his entrance and rushed into the ring to meet Braun. The Monster was confused why it was so hard to knock his opponent down. He was sturdy and could use the ropes for an extra launch. He lasted a good seven minutes before Braun caught him over his shoulder. Roode rolled to the floor after the powerslam the following count.

Next was Tyler Breeze. He left his selfie stick in the back and paused outside the ring where Roode was still trying to get to his feet. Breeze was hesitant. He tried several hits and dropkicks, changing things up when nothing seemed to have an effect. The match eventually found its way to the outside, and Breeze found himself on the run. He changed directions, trying to trick Braun up. This ended in a mid-air three-sixty spin, after which he was tossed back into the ring and pinned.

Braun anxiously waited for his next opponent, grinning as he watched Mojo Rawley’s colors take over the stage. But Mojo attacked from behind. Braun fell forward to his knee, giving Mojo plenty of back space to hit. It became a power struggle, with Braun still winning in the end. But barely.

Heath Slater was in no hurry to get hit once he made it to the ring. He dodged and weaved just out of Braun’s range, then swooped in with his best. Slater focused on his knees and the back of his ribs where Mojo had done the most damage. In theory, continuing this plan would have made it difficult, if not impossible, for Braun to lift him and drop him for a powerslam. This did not work against big boots to the face. Slater was counted out.

Each man you scheduled shared an aspect with Finn Balor. Roode had his pride and a similar entrance, as well as also being an NXT champion. (As you found out from Dana Brooke.) Breeze was quick an unpredictable. Mojo was full of an energy that sometimes intensified with anger. Slater was probably the closest to having a playful technique, though he could be serious when he wanted to be. Given a chance with proper preparation, these men could have stood a chance.

The last man’s music queued. Curt Hawkins came out, twirling his baton in one hand and holding a mic on the other. “Surprise, surprise,” he said, “you made it through the rabble. And now? My losing streak is going to break, and everybody here will see that I am the true talent of Monday Night Raw.”

And Hawkins… well. Technically he had asked to fight “an exhausted Braun” last in hopes of breaking his own losing streak. That didn’t happen. Braun beat them all, fair and of his own power.

***

Natalya gave Ruby no room to gain the advantage. In their corners, Rhonda, Liv, and Sarah cheered them on and glared at each other. With each passing minute, Ruby realized just how focused her opponent was. In her mind, the opportunity at Hell in a Cell was slipping through her fingers.

She nodded at her Squad.

Liv ducked down first while Sarah hopped up on the apron. When Rhonda circled around to stop her, Liv had circled the ring. She was surrounded. Natalya dropped Ruby but didn’t go for the pin. “Don’t worry about me,” Rhonda shouted, waving her away. Natalya went back to her match while Liv and Sarah ganged up on her friend.

The match was almost over as Natalya had Ruby pinned to the mat. She backed off at two, hearing a body colliding with the steel steps. Rushing to the ropes, she saw the two women kicking at Rhonda. She hesitated to leave the ring or to finish the match. It was decided for her as Ruby rolled her up and borrowed some leverage from the ropes to hold her down.

The Riott Squad met up by the ramp while Rhonda crawled into the ring to stand with Natalya.

“As it should be, Natalya,” Ruby called back. “As it should be.”

Part 19: When Hell Breaks Loose [Hell in a Cell]

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Quite the Show

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Prompt: “Can I request a smutty imagine where the girl has Dolph and/or Finn over and she decides to give them a little show leading to some kitchen action?” – @mnrtw

Pairing: Dolph Ziggler x Reader (Y/N) [Just Dolph]

Warnings/Promises: food mention, risk of exhibitionism, oral (female receiving), choking (sorta but not really), pesky neighbors

Word Count: 1660

Note: This has probably one of my favorite endings. With all the Dolph fics I’m writing, I might have to start a tag list for him, if you guys want one. I hope you like this fic too. Happy WWE Answered Request Week. Enjoy!

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The smell of breakfast woke you up first. You opened your eyes and stretched, bringing yourself close to awake. Next, you heard the music. Soft. Dampened by the walls separating you from the source. It had an upbeat tempo, not so much to be annoying in the morning. You grabbed a button-up shirt from the floor and went to investigate.

Dolph was at the stove in his basketball shorts. His hair was mostly dry and hanging down his back. He hadn’t noticed you yet, so you stayed by the door and watched him. You couldn’t deny yourself a smile as he hummed along to the music.

“How long are you going to stare at me?” Dolph looked at you over his shoulder.

“As long as it takes. Just enjoying the view, sweetheart,” you added, echoing his usual phrase. Before you could hop up on a counter, he caged you in and caught you in a kiss.

“Good morning.”

“Mornin’.” You leaned into his chest, curling your arms between you. “You’re warm.”

“So was the bed, I imagine. If you had stayed there I was going to bring this to you.” He gestured at your favorites halfway set up on a tray. “When I got out of the shower, you were dead asleep. Thought I’d surprise you.”

“And make me miss seeing this?” His stomach muscles rippled under your touch. “Not for the world.” You held your breath as he tugged open the collar of the shirt just a bit.

“I can’t say I’m sorry for not hanging this up last night.”

You nodded in agreement. “You were a little… distracted.” You looked past him when something on the stove started to pop. “Shouldn’t you get that?”

“Let it burn.”

“No. I don’t want the fire department showing up like they did last time.”

Dolph turned off the stove.

His playlist switched over to a song you liked to dance to. Using the gap in his split attention, you backed him up where you had been standing. He stood still as you ran your hands up through your hair so he could get a good look at last night’s hickey on your neck. To the music, you brought your hands to the hem of the shirt. Turning, you revealed, just for a second, that you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

“You’re trying to kill me,” he groaned.

“Perhaps.” The buttons were your focus next. You undid them top to bottom without rustling the fabric enough for it to open. Dolph finally moved forward and did that step for you. His gasp made you flush. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as he feathered his fingers over the swell of your breasts.

“Are we doing this here?”

“Do you think we’d make it to the bedroom if we’re not?”

“No.”

With a spin, you were stretched out across the island. The cool marble pebbled your breasts but that wasn’t what had your attention. Across the room, the sheer curtains waved slightly with the air conditioning. You could see the front yard and the street barely, but enough that if anyone on the outside look your way and squinted they were going to get quite the show.

“Dolph.” He hummed in response as he kissed the back of your neck. “Shouldn’t we close the blinds?”

He chuckled and kneeled. He flipped the bottom of his shirt over your ass and spread your cheeks. “I dunno. Do you want me to close them?” You hissed as he dragged his fingers down each side. Dolph kissed at the small of your back. “Do you?” A chill caught you as he removed his hands.

You reached back and grabbed at him. “No. Don’t leave.”

He hummed in triumph and breathed hot air over your folds. Since you were gripping your thighs together, he pulled them apart. You whimpered as he gave your lips a long, strong lick from bottom to top. His tongue delved deep. Tasting you in any fashion was Dolph’s favorite thing to do. It made you buck and scream and gush so he could have more. It also made you vocal. And expressive. There had been many bathroom and locker room escapades in front of the mirrors. If your face was contorted in bliss, then Dolph considered it a job well done.

His fingers curled into you. With his thumb then spreading your slick up to your clit, you tightened your grip on the sides of the counter. You whimpered stuttered out of your mouth as he sped up his movements. He scissored you open more, then curled roughly into the spot that never failed to make your legs quake. Dolph lapped hungrily at you. His hand splayed across your back the more you bucked and wriggled on the countertop. Your cries heightened in pitch until you couldn’t make sounds anymore.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Dolph drank your dripping essence. “I hope you’re ready, Y/N. Need my second breakfast.”

“You are such a nerd,” you weakly chuffed.

Dolph stood. His cock pressed into your back and his hand wrapped around your throat. Pulling you back, he growled in your ear. “Tell anyone and I’ll fuck you within an inch of your life.”

“Not much of a preventive incentive.”

He stopped your giggle with thrusting his bulge into your ass. “You’re using some pretty big words, Y/N. Might have to give you a little of that today.” There was a soft pat as his shorts and boxers hit the floor. He rubbed his cock between your thighs and dropped his hand to your breasts.

Across the street, the front door opened. The new couple that had just moved in set out two baskets and carried a third. They walked to their neighbors on one side and knocked.

The stone was unforgiving under your fingernails as Dolph gave you small thrusts. It was a mistake to let your breathing too even. With a grunt that broke apart, he thrust hard one more time, bottoming out. He kneaded at your breasts and tugged at your nipples as he waited for your walls to adjust. You did your best to push back to meet him. Then it was all him. With Dolph, the only work you had to do was hang on. But with the stone slipping under your fingers and Dolph behind you out of reach, that was going to be difficult.

The neighbors walked back to their front step and picked up one of the baskets. They continued onto the house on their other side.

It was getting harder to breathe. He was fucking up into you with reckless abandon like he hadn’t felt you in weeks. Kisses to your neck and his hands on your breasts didn’t help. The pose you had on your tip-toes faltered as he dropped one hand to your clit. Dolph’s moans were getting more breathless. And louder. His pace stuttered.

Across the street, the neighbors had returned for the final basket. They looked both ways and started towards your front door.

“Baby.”

“Yeah?”

“We’re going to have to put this on hold.”

He rested his chin on your shoulder but didn’t stop. When he spotted the soon-to-be intruders, he gave you a series of slow hard thrusts that made you yelp. “No, we don’t.” Then he went back to his earlier pace and swirled his finger faster on your clit.

“They’re coming up the sidewalk!”

He leaned close to your ear. “Then we’d better finish, don’tcha think? Wouldn’t want to scare them with your scream when you cum. Might make them jealous.” He clamped a hand over your mouth as you came. He bit down on your shoulder to muffle his own sounds. He helped you fall to the floor.

The doorbell rang.

“Hello? Neighbors?” a sing-song voice called out.

Dolph sniggered. “We appear to have company.” Before you could stop him, he had snagged his basketball shorts and was on his way to the door. He opened the door with his signature smile, angling the door so the couldn’t see the kitchen. “Hi. You must be the new neighbors.” He paused. “Oh no, you weren’t interrupting anything. We were just making brunch. It’s our day off. Y/N will be along soon. Y/N?” he called.

That jerk. All you had was his shirt and his boxers. Muttering under your breath you put those on and evened your breathing on the way to the door.

The couple that stood before you looked like something out of a Hallmark movie. The wife saw you first. “Hi, you must be Y/N.”

No, I’m the babysitter. Dolph smirked beside you, knowing you were probably thinking something sassy. “Yep, that’s me. Pleased to meet you.” You took Dolph’s hand and squeezed it tight. He only flinched a little.

“You know,” she said, pulling you back into the conversation, “a cold compress on that bruise might help it go down a bit.” She nodded towards your neck.

You rushed to cover it. “Thank you. I didn’t even see it. We’re wrestlers so we’re both constantly bruised.”

Dolph nodded in agreement. “Barely feel them anymore.”

An awkward silence cut the air. Finally, the husband took his wife’s shoulder and reached his hand out to Dolph. “Well. We’ll let you guys get back to brunch and your off-day. Stay safe in the ring.”

“Will do.”

She handed you the basket. “Here, you are dear.”

“Oh yes, couldn’t let you guys leave without taking that. We’ll see you around.”

The husband dragged her away and tossed over his shoulder, “you’ll have to let us know when you’ve got a gig in town. I’m sure you guys put on quite the show.”

“Yes, quite the show,” Dolph added, gripping your ass. You elbowed him in the ribs and hastily shut the door. He pinned you to a wall that wasn’t in front of a window. When you were sure they were far enough away, you both burst into a fit of giggles.

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Dangerous

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Prompt: “Could you write me a Prince Devitt fic? All cocky and arrogant he is and really kinky? He meets me at a bar or something like that? 😍” – @florist-laura 

Pairing: Prince Devitt x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: alcohol, language, bad decisions, SMUT, FILTH FILTH FILTH, public fingering, elevator make-out, spanking, name calling, hair pulling, master/sir use, oral (both receiving), orgasm control, begging, choking

Word Count: 2130

Note: Father, forgive us about to sin. Okay, so originally this was a Finn/Balor fic that I could never seem to finish. Thank you so much for sending this prompt in. I finally got to use the darn thing! Having said that, I wrote all of the rest of it in one sitting. Sweetie, this is filthy trash and I hope that’s what you were asking for because here it is. Happy WWE Answered Request Week. Have at it!

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 You felt his hand grope your ass.

Within a split second, you had grabbed his wrist and spun it behind him. Before he knew what was happening, you slammed his head into the bar, narrowly missing your glass of whiskey. He fell to the floor with a thud. The man jumped to his feet, fists raised.

You grinned at him. “Are you going to back off, or do you want me to reintroduce you to the floor?”

His face twitched as he growled “bitch” under his breath. But he walked away all the same.

You downed the rest of your drink under the amused eye of the bartender. “What?” you asked.

“Nothing. But a guy in the corner booth is motioning for me to refill your glass.”

“Seriously?” You turned to flip the guy off, but you stopped when you saw who was in the booth. He looked dangerous in the best of ways. Short hair, a scruffy beard that looked like it belonged to Jack the Ripper, and a black leather jacket. One hell of a gorgeous man. Those bright eyes shining from the shadow made your chest tight and your heart thunder in your chest. He lifted his glass in a salute, which you mimicked. You turned back to the bar before you were completely lost.

The refill burned as you took it like a shot. A chaser eased it along.

“Glad to see he got my message,” an accented voice said. The man from the corner stood on your right, filling in where the jerk stood just moments before. “Ya’ve got some style there, miss…?”

“Y/N. Thanks for the drink. And the compliment.”

“Ya deserve many compliments. More than I could give ‘n a lifetime.” He glanced away and ran his fingers through his hair. “Yer prob’ly not drunk enough for such lines. Or for hearin’ any more after that last prick.”

You smiled and looked at your glass, running your finger around the rim. “But you aren’t being a prick about it. Mr…?”

“Devitt. Prince Devitt.”

You snorted. “Prince? Started out on the top of the food chain early, huh?”

He barked a laugh. “I’m the best. The only way I could ‘ave started was at ta top.” Before you could say another word, he laid his hand on top of yours. “Come sit wit’ me.” An order. One you gladly followed when he reached over the bar and grabbed a bottle of anything and two glasses.

It was half empty in a blink. It was going to be a bitch in the morning, but for the moment your skin was alive. Prince’s cheeks had a rosy glow to them that was almost cute, except for the way his eyes were o clear over them. Always looking at you. Your chest. Skimming your form. Your lips. Glaring at any man who dared look at you on the way by. His hand rested on your thigh dangerously close to the apex of your thighs. When you wanted it the most, he reached a finger to the seam of your jeans and pressed. You swallowed. Anything was better than moaning, even in such a deafening place as that. If he kept going, there was going to be trouble hiding your expressions. Already several people kept looking over.

“So, this is what you were holding out for?” The jerk from earlier stumbled up to the table. “You’re better off hooking up with someone else, dude. Paid the chic a compliment and she tried to slug me.”

Prince growled. “She did slug ya. And a slap on the ass is ‘ardly a compliment.” His face darkened as the man chuckled.

“Really? And flowers are more your style? Then you’re in the wrong place. This bar is for men who can take what they want.” His hand gripped your forearm as he began to drag you out of the booth.

You heard it before you saw it. The jerk was holding his face from the floor. His face looked like it was drunkenly trying to consider the existence of de ja vu. Prince’s shadow hovered over him like a foreboding hurricane. Right now he was in the eye, but here in a second, he was going to get hit with part two. Prince lifted the guy off the floor.

“No.” You stood and caught his arm. “Not worth the trouble. He’s too drunk and stupid.”

The jerk fell with a thud as Prince let go. You felt an arm around your waist and left with it. “We’re goin’ ta my place. I’m gonna to really show ya what a real man is. An’ take what I want in a way that’s gonna make you scream.”

You hummed. “Promises, promises.”

***

It started in the elevator. Other people got in a level after you, which seemed to irk him but not enough to stop him. He stood directly behind you and tightened his hands on your waist.

“Ya know why that prick was never gonna get ya?” He nipped at the shell of your ear and whispered, “yer too much for ‘im. I could see it soon as I saw ya. Ya wanna be throuwn around and given it rough. I’m gonna make ya drip before we make it to ma door.” The longer he talked the thicker his accent became. And the tighter you pressed your thighs together. “I’m right, aren’t I? Yer wet already.”

Since you were in the back of the elevator, everyone was looking at the doors. He popped your button and shoved his hand down the front of your jeans. You gave a jolt and his arm constricted around you. It was a fight to keep your breathing quiet and your eyes forward. Prince curled a finger into your slick and hummed into the back of your throat.

“I’m gonna love cummin’ in this tight cunt.” Twisting his head, he used his nose to push your head to one side. He bit down at your neck. “Gonna love markin’ ya. Makin’ ya mine.” He pulled away as the elevator emptied. You could feel the teeth of his smile on your skin as no one else got on. “Here we go.”

You gasped as he turned you around and slammed your back into the wall. His lips attacked your jaw’s underside. His hands reached up under your shirt and pinched at your breasts through your bra. Like any good woman, your mind latched onto the hot bulge pressed into your crotch. You reached for it, only to find your hands pinned above your head as Prince continued to ravage your chest and throat with kisses, bites, and a possessive licking across your collarbone.

The doors dinged. Prince was calm, borderline stoic, as they opened to his floor. You, on the other hand, looked fucked ten ways to Sunday. And he hadn’t even fucked you yet.

He dragged you down to his door, pinning you to the inside of it and fumbling to lock it. You rushed to remove your clothes before he could rip them. With a smirk, he stood still as you sank to your knees to undo his belt and pull down his pants. His length bobbed in your face, distracting you as you helped him step out of his clothes. You yelped as he tugged you to your feet by your hair straight into a teeth-gnashing kiss. He reached behind and grabbed at your ass.

“Hmhmm,” he chuckled. “ya got a great ass.”

You gasped as his nails clawed at your lower back. “Is that supposed to be a step up from the guy at the bar? I have to say… I’m not impressed.”

“You will be.”

Grabbing the back of your neck, he guided you over to the kitchen table. The wood was cool against the flush of your body. You yelped as Prince slapped your ass. Soon there was a matching handprint on your other cheek. It stung when he gripped the globes of your ass and parted your cheeks. He groaned in approval and gave you a series of lighter swats so he could watch your pussy clench.

“Yer such a slut, aren’t ya?”

“Yes, sir.”

Prince paused. “I like that. Let’s take it up one more step.”

“Master?”

“Good girl.” He leaned down and kissed the base of your spine. “Ya gonna be loud, yeah? Gonna tell tha whole fookin’ floor who’s fookin’ ya.” He slapped the back of your thigh. “Right?”

“Yes, Master.”

Prince kneeled and bit at your ass cheek in a place he hadn’t hit. “Good girl.” He sucked harshly at your leaking pussy, making you cry out. Setting a ruthless pace, he shoved two fingers past your lips and scissor them open. With a shout, you grabbed the sides of the table. The speed and force of it all took your breath away. Your walls tightened around his fingers. Then he pulled away with a smirk you could hear.

“Oh, cailín leanbh,” he cackled, “ya thought I was goin’ ta give it to ya that easily?” His voice was suddenly at your ear. “Yer not cumin’ till I says so.” Again he took hold of your hair and pulled you to your feet. “Now get down there and suck like the little slut coileach ya are. No hands.”

The floor bit at your knees as he shoved you to the floor. Whatever pleasure you had been experiencing had fed into making his head an angry red that matched the bright handprints on your ass. You placed your hands on his thighs and messily kissed your way up his cock. His grip tightened in your hair as you laved around the head. Taking him into your mouth, you sucked and hollowed your cheeks. Prince threw his head back while his thighs tensed.

“That’s it. Good girl. Such a great mout’. Suckin’ me dow’n like the proud slut ya are. Gunna fook yer mouth, cailín leanbh. Gonna fook yer t’roat till yer beggin’ me to cum.”

You bobbed faster. Your nails dug into his skin as he placed both hands on your head and held it steady as he took over. His moans and whines were the only thing helping you to focus on breathing. Your kees hurt, your ass stung, and your pussy was dripping and unattended. You needed him to cum. Then, maybe, he would let you cum too. He gave a strangled cry as you choked a bit.

“Oh, Y/N,” he hauled you to your feet again and crashed his lips to yours. You fumbled not to fall backward, but he pushed you back onto the table. Prince kissed up your stomach to your breats where he bit at your nipples. “Beg for it, Y/N. I can last all night or finish on ya face. Neith’r helps you. So, beg for it.”

Whimpering softly, you tried. “Please. Please, Master, let me cum.” He bit harsher at the side of your breast. You weren’t loud enough. And his cock was so close you could feel the heat of it. He slapped lightly at your pussy making you screech. “Please! Master. Make me cum. I need you. Your cock. Need it. Please.” You stopped as a hand came to rest on your throat.

Prince teased his head at your entrance. “That’s all I needed ta hear.”

Your body quaked as he sheathed in one hard push. You barely had time to catch your breath before he was pulling your hips to his thrusts, leaving you with nothing to do but survive the ride. Bruises were surely going to cover your body tomorrow, and you didn’t care. And there was no chance of you being able to walk tomorrow. You didn’t care about that either. What you cared about was how Prince’s cock was spearing into each and every one of your sensitive places, known and formerly unknown.

“Prince,” you rasped.

“That’s it, Y/N. Cum on Master’s cock. Cum!” He pinned one of your legs back and thumbed harshly over your clit until your vision whited out. Vaguely you could hear screaming. It must have been you. Your walls fluttered as hot cum coated them. Prince’s wrecked voice hissed into your skin as he fell forward.

What a wonderful way to die.

“Y/N? Ya still alive?”

Honestly? Barely. You were probably dangerously close to passing out. “I’m just… perfect,” you answered with a sigh.

“Well, yer ruined for anyone else now. No one is gonna be able to fook you like I just did.” In the only moment of tenderness he’d shown all night, Prince lifted you into his arms and carried you towards your bedroom. You laid your head on his chest and he chuckled. “What? Did ya think I was done with ya?”

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The Process of a Birthday Wish

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Prompt: “Maybe just a real Fluffy and Smutty one shot where Drake and the Reader celebrate either his or her birthday (it doesn’t matter which!) and they decide sometime early that day that they wanna start trying for a baby, which leads to them trying that night after they are settled in and home?”

Pairing: Drake Maverick x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: food mention, FLUFF, SMUT, breeding kink (?), oral (female receiving)

Word Count: 1620

Note: This came out super cute. But seriously, I had this cooking in my brain and then Drake had to go and check on his cruiserweights when they got beat-up? Not fair. Almost wrote this fic on the spot if I hadn’t had company. I hope this is what you had in mind, anon. Any feedback is super appreciated. Happy WWE Answered Request Week. Enjoy!

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“Happy birthday, dear Y/N, happy birthday to you!” Everybody cheered and clapped as you blew out the circle of candles. The cake was quickly cut and dispersed to those who wanted a piece and you ended up with a plop of icing on your nose.

“Happy birthday, love.” Drake leaned forward and licked it off before giving you a sugary kiss. He bypassed your embarrassed squeaking and kissed your cheek.

“Get a room!” a few people yelled. The loudest was probably Xavier. Drake wandered off to join him and Miz. You heard them start talking about Xavier’s gaming show and smiled.

Brie slid up next to you and whispered in your ear, “careful about getting that room. Unless you don’t want to sleep for a few months.” She adjusted Birdie on her hip. With a laugh at your pout, she handed you her daughter. Birdie giggled and babbled while you danced your fingers in front of her face and down to her stomach. She grabbed your shirt in her small fist and laid her head on your shoulder while you bounced.

Across the room, Miz gave Drake a nudge and directed his attention to you. Miz whistled. “Oh, you’re in trouble now. She’s got the Look.”

“The look?”

He nodded. Drake watched you with soft eyes. Miz nudged him again. “You’ve got the Look too. Have you guys talked about it yet?”

“Talked about what?”

“Kids.”

Drake shook his head and looked down into his drink. “No.” He glanced back at you. “I mean, yeah, I would love to have kids. But I don’t want her to put her career on hold, ya know?” Miz and Xavier nodded. They suggested that you two should talk. It was an hour before he could catch you alone for a minute.

“Yeah, babe?” You giggled as he tried to work up to saying something. He was so cute when he was flustered.

He sputtered a bit then set his cup down so he could take your hands. “We can discuss this later in more depth. But seeing you with Birdie… it was a good look. I… I would like to see more of that. With our own. Child. It doesn’t have to be now. Or in nine months. Just… eventually.” He let go of your hands and fluttered his own.

“Drake, Drake…” you caught him before he could disappear. “Holding Birdie… it felt right. I want that too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

He grabbed the sides of your face and kissed you quick. The spark in his eyes dimmed a bit. “We have people in the house. So many people.”

“I’ve got a plan for that.”

Having that many people visiting, even if they were your friends, was actually exhausting. So, you planting yourself on the couch was realistic. And your girlfriends noticed. And since everyone came with a plus one… they started to leave a pair at a time. Miz and Xavier gave an extra nod to Drake on their way out. He plopped down next to you once the house was yours again. The topic hung in the air unsaid for several minutes. You licked your lips.

“Do you want to talk more about it now, or start the process?”

“What do you want?”

Him and his cheeky grin. Two could play at that. You ran your hand over his thigh. “I kinda what to get started.” You gave him a little pout and your best puppy eyes. “For my birthday?” A little cliché maybe, but what the hell.

“Yes, ma’am.” He pulled you into his lap, gasping when you rolled your hips just how he liked it. The way you liked it too. While his hands on your hips and his growing desire was focused on the process, his eyes were focused on you. “You are going to be so beautiful. You’re stunning now, but I can’t wait to see you growing.” He placed a hand on your stomach. “And glowing.” You sniffled as he flicked your nose. His gaze wandered down to your breasts. “I wonder how big these are going to get.” Like he did most nights, Drake rested his head on your chest, his favorite pillow.

“And you,” you said, tilting his head up, “are going to be a great father. You take care of the 205 guys so well. I can’t wait to see you holding our child in your arms. Teaching them things. I bet they’ll have your gorgeous eyes.”

Drake blushed. “And your smile.”

You shared a look and then burst out laughing.

“We are such saps!” you laughed. You dismounted his lap and headed towards the bedroom. Drake snagged the back loop of your pants and followed you. He turned you around at the foot of the bed and caught you in a kiss. Distracted, he also rid the both of you of your clothes. In whichever pocket, you knew there was a little silver packet that was not going to be used any time soon. You fell onto the bed in a twist of limbs and a giggle. Drake landed on top.

He kissed across your face and your chest and under your neck. Visiting each spot he knew was a weakness that made you drip for him. His lips latched around your nipples and his tongue swirled around the tips, making you arch for him. Keening turned into a sharp intake of breath as his fingers trailed through your lips, searching for proof of readiness.

“Please, Drake.”

“Not yet.” He curled his finger into your heat and shook his head. “You’re not quite open enough yet. I want your body with its door wide open.” He kissed and sucked at your sweet spot. Your walls tightened around his finger. “We’ve got all night, love. And we are not going to bed until I’m sure you are satisfied.”

Suddenly his body heat was gone from your side. It reappeared between your thighs. His scruff caught at your sensitive skin. Slowly, torturously, he added his deft tongue to the work of his fingers. One hand flashed out to pin your stomach down as you bucked towards his face. Each curl was right where you needed it. He added a second finger, using them to scissor you open. The pleasure was building too fast for you to keep your eyes open. Your body focused instead on the sparks whisking to your nerve endings. How Drake hummed louder when your thighs tightened around his head. The way his hand spread wider on your stomach the more you moved. He focused more on your clit like it was the final lock to a vault.

“Drake-“

You came with a shout. He eased you through it, also prolonging it by calmly circling his thumb on your clit. You eased into the sheets as the buzzing died down to a soft tingling. His hands rubbed up and down your thighs and along the back of your legs where they sometimes cramped.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?” You forced your eyes to open from their blissfully closed state. For a minute you were confused as he had you pass him a couple of pillows. He had you to lay over them. With the two pillows propped under your stomach, you were presenting to him. It made you think, especially with the focus he had fluffing the pillows. “You’ve been planning this for a while haven’t you?”

Drake gripped at your ass in thought. “Maybe.” He trailed a finger up the back of your spine, making you shiver. “Does that make you any less ready? We can try a different position if you’d like.” You whined and made yourself dead weight so he couldn’t move you. “Okay, love. The process.”

Both of you groaned as he inched his length’s way into you. His hands massaged along your spine and your hips as you adjusted. He grunted when you thrust just enough to get him moving. The thrusts were long and sensual. Slowly building a bonfire with you. Alternating the placements so you received the full spectrum of pleasure. Then just a tiny bit faster. Pumping into you and making you pant. Faster. Reaching for your clit. You whimpered. You fisted at the sheets.

“Oh, baby, just like that…”

He tightened his grip around your hips and started to pull you back to meet him. With a rasped moan he slowed down to a slow, hard rhythm that made your eyes cross. Then he shifted his angle and made you scream. Finding that, he kept going, increasing his pace until you had nothing left to scream. Your body shuddered and stiffened.

“Y/N-“ he slurred, right before he came. His cum filled you in hot spurts.

Usually at this point, you would roll onto your back and hold him when he went to lay on your breasts. This time, Drake kept you from moving. He fluffed the pillows more so your hips stayed up. Not a single drop of cum was going to escape. In the meantime, he grabbed a warm towel from your bathroom and ran it over your damp skin. He finally took away your supports once he was done and slid into the bed next to you.

“Thank you for my present, sweetie,” you sighed. Stretching, you hummed barely above a whisper. “We’re going to have a baby.”

Drake shot up. “Oh my God. We’re going to have a baby.”

“Now, now,” you soothed, “don’t get too excited. It might take a few tries.”

“Like hell, it will.” Drake paused and thought for a second. “Maybe so. Either way, I am going to keep doing this until you are pregnant.”

You told him to remember that promise after you passed along Brie’s warning.

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A Bunch of New Things

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Prompt: “Adam Cole smut where he finds out the reader (his gf) has a Daddy Kink, Biting Kink (both giving & reviving the biting) & a Thigh Riding Kink & also gets really turned on by his blue eyes (because I mean just look at them who wouldn’t get turned on by those baby blues~). So basically a really smutty Adam Cole smut because my baybay needs more smut about him~.” – anon

Pairing: Adam Cole x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: ALL THE KINK, ALL THE SMUT, you might need holy water after this, Daddy kink, thigh riding, praise kink/dirty talk, biting kink, oral (male receiving), Adam Cole’s eyes

Word Count: 1640

Note: At first, I thought this was only going to be 700 words and I felt bad. Then it ran away from me. Pray for your souls, sinners. Confessions, reblogs, comments, gif/key-smash reactions much appreciated. Happy WWE Answered Requests Week. Enjoy!

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To say it had been a rough day was an understatement. Every step you made seemed to turn into a stumble. Every interview you did during the show ended up in chaos.

“Oh, come on!”

Your flat tire snapped the last fragment of resolve you had. The rental business you got it from apologized for there not being a spare in the trunk and promised to send out a replacement. In two hours. You declined. It wasn’t the employee’s fault, and you made sure they knew that. But you stopped them before they could off you that replacement again.

“I’ll walk if I have to.” Pressing the ‘end call’ button was never going to be as satisfying as slamming a flip phone shut.

“Need a ride, sweetheart?”

Turning around, you got caught in the bluest eyes in the WWE. Adam was leaned against a column, signature smirk on his face.

Still… “I thought you were riding with the guys tonight?”

He nodded and walked over to take your hands. “I was. Then I noticed you were having a bad day and heard about your car… I see them all the time. And you need me.” He chuckled as you sank into his arms. “Shall we?”

***

You squealed as Adam slapped your ass on your way into your apartment. It had been a long drive, and he was the worst tease. His heavy hand on your thigh. Trailing his finger up the seam of your jeans when you least expected. And now backing you up against the kitchen bar to kiss you breathless.

“Please,” you gasped, “Daddy, have mercy.”

He froze. Your eyes went wide.

“Wha- what did you say?”

“I… um… baby have mercy?”

He lowered his head and gently glared at you. “Now, now. It’s okay. Baby girl.”

You whimpered. I sounded so good coming from his lips in that tenor timber. No. “No. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” You hurried to your room.

Adam chased after you. “Hey, hey, hey.” He caught you and sat you on the edge of the bed, kneeling between your legs. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s embarrassing. I sound awkward.”

“No, you don’t.” He sighed. Licking is lips he rubbed the tops of your thighs. “Look, I like it if you like it. If you want, we can try it just for tonight and see how it goes.” Adam bopped his finger against your nose. “Do you want to try it?”

You bit your lip. Your embarrassment turned into sheepishness. “Yes… Daddy.”

A grin slowly broke out across his face. He parted your legs wider and leaned up to capture your lips. He continued to lean up and up until he pushed you back into your sheets. “You. Are. Wearing. To. Many. Clothes,” he said between kisses. You giggled as he removed your clothes, struggling a bit with your skinny jeans.

The following ‘thank you, Daddy’ made him moan. The reward he gave in return was hot open-mouthed kisses across your collarbone and chest.

“What other secrets have you been hiding, baby girl?” His lips latched onto one of your nipples. “Be a good girl and tell me. Please?” He shifted to one side so he could access the side of your neck better. With a hiss, you realized his thigh was between your legs. “Y/N?”

You answered him with a roll of your hips. Just from the kissing and calling him Daddy led you leaving messy streaks up and down. The roughness of his jeans on your clit and the inner sides of your thighs was breathtaking. It wasn’t exactly a secret. It had never really come up, either. Adam held still and watched while you worked harder. Going by his expression, you probably looked desperate.

“That’s it, baby girl, ride Daddy’s thigh till you cum.”

Adam flipped you so you were sitting on him instead of having to fight gravity. It also made it easier for him to drop his hands to your waist to guide you. For a while, you were able to steady yourself on his shoulders. You mirrored Adam’s grip shifts on your hips to give him a massage. Although he liked the idea, he batted your hands away and changed your seat again. This time you were facing away but he had a great view of your ass and he could give you the massage.

“Daddy is going to make this bad day go away.”

Before long, you were pliable in his hands. He reached around and began massaging your breasts. You moved your hips faster. Whimpering when he squeezed them. Stuttering when he pinched your nipples. His praise and continued help sent you over in a sweet orgasm. Not rough, but very satisfying. You fell back into his chest with a hum. He flicked at your clit, making you jolt.

“What else does my baby girl need?” He kissed up the arm you stretched up. “What do you need, Y/N?”

“You.” You circled your hips over his bulge.

“And who am I?”

“Daddy.” You yelped as he slapped your ass to get you to move. You sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed while he stripped. He paused to check the ruined state of his pant leg, oblivious to how the curve of his cock made your mouth water. The sight of his naked form drew a long mewl from your lips.

Adam smirked. “Look at my good girl, sitting ready and patiently.” His hand shot out and grabbed your ankle. “Are you going to scream on my cock? You know it’s the best praise I could ever receive.” He pulled your leg apart and niched himself between your legs. “And you know how much I like my praise.” He wouldn’t let you writhe away from him as he thrust into you a bit at a time.

“Feels so good, Daddy. More. Please, Daddy.”

Towards the end, he got impatient and thrust the rest hard. You gripped his bicep for grounding, squeezing, nodding and pushing your hips to let him know you were adjusted. It always took a second, no matter how much love he made to you. It was never a disappointment. Nor was the way he built his rhythm up quickly. Your cries and gasps filled the air almost as loudly as the slap of his skin into yours.

“Daddy,” you drawled. So close. You were so close.

“What else do you need baby? Tell me.” His smug grin meant he knew that you could barely think. He slowed just enough so you could catch your breath.

Could you? It seemed to be the night for it. “Use your teeth. Please, Daddy?”

With a growl, he bit at the side of your breast. The sounds that he’d never heard before inspired him to bite the valley of your breasts, then your earlobe close enough to also whisper. “How’s that?” Adam purred as your nails raked down his back. “You like it when I need just that extra bit of taste?” He gasped himself as you nipped at this chest. “I have to say I agree.” He bit harshly at your shoulder. His mouth went slack over the mark as he fought off coming with you. He pulled out and eased you down with his fingers before falling to one side. You licked your lips looking at his cock laying against his chest.

“May I, Daddy?” You reached out and twirled your finger over the tip to convince him.

He grunted with a jolt of his hips. “Are you sure? I won’t last long. Never do.” When you nodded eagerly, he bit his lip. “Go ahead, sweetheart.” He smiled as you had him sit on the end of the bed so you could look up at him from your knees. “Isn’t that a lovely sight?” His head fell back as you laved your tongue around the tip and down the vein. He cried out as you gently used your teeth on the way back up. Your pleased humming and ministrations had him unintelligible. Any second now he was going to make the mistake of looing into your eyes and then… there it was. You sucked up each drop. Panting, he whistled as you rested your head on his knee.

“Damn, those eyes of yours would make me hard all over again if you stay down there.” He pulled you to your feet and tripped you so you fell on the bed. While he cleaned you up with his t-shirt, you mumbled about how his eyes turned you on too. “Really?” He didn’t seem to believe you. “They’re just blue, sweetheart.”

“No, they’re not. Trust me. I swear, one of these days after one of your promos you’re just going to blink and I’m cum.”

He nodded and tossed the shirt in the hamper. “I’ll have to keep that in mind.” He leaned over you for a kiss and guided you under the sheets. He rubbed your noses together. “Oh, baby girl, I have really liked today. Learned a bunch of new things about you.” He crawled into bed next to you and pulled the sheet up to your chin. “And I like the name, if you want to keep using it.”

Even after the night and how perfect it all was, you dipped your head. “Are you sure? It kind of came out of the blue and I had hoped to ease you into it a little better.”

Adam rolled onto his back and rested his arms behind his head. “There was nothing wrong with that crash course. Anything with you is going to be just perfect.” He chuckled. “You know what this means, right?” He looked over at you with the proudest smile and wiggled his eyebrows.

“I swear by the ring, if you ever call me Bay Bay: I will change the locks.”

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