Warnings/Promises: name-calling (slut and the like), SMUT, spanking, hair pulling, begging, orgasm control
Word Count: 1540
Note: I hope this what you wanted, anon. It took me a minute to get the writing ball rolling, but then it tumbled down a mountain and this was at the bottom. Super smutty. My requests are still open, and all my tag lists. Have fun reading!
“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice you sneakin’ out?” AJ slammed the door behind him and threw the keys into the bowl, uncaring when they flew out from the force. “I couldn’t find you after the show and thought the worst.”
You dropped your purse on a surface. “It was just drinks with the ladies. It had been a while.”
“Y’all went out last week. And you were just with them.”
“Yeah, at work! When football season hits we’ll have all your friends here on Friday and Sunday nights for months. People that you also see on Tuesdays. How is this any different?”
“Fine. But could you at least not dress like that?”
“Like what?” You twirled in your favorite little black dress, the backless one with red tulle underneath. “These are clothes approved by you.”
“Yeah, for me only. You know I don’t like it when other guys can look at you and… daydream. You’re my daydream.”
“You’re right. I do know.”
“So, you’re goin’ to stop sneakin’ out?”
“No. It means I’m going to do more not to get caught.” You tried to walk past him, but he blocked your path.
“Y/N stop acting like a child.”
“Me?” You crossed your arms with a huff. “You’re the one using the same argument we had all through high school. And Japan. You knew how much time I want to spend with my friends when you married me. AJ, honey, I love you. But you are such an asshole sometimes.”
“I can’t help it if you dress like a slut all the time.”
You raised your hand to slap him, but he caught your wrist. The pictures on the wall behind you rattled as he slammed you into it, his other hand forceful on your stomach. His eyes were bright and his breath was hot on your neck. You shivered as he leaned close, pressing his body to yours.
“You want to try that again, sweetheart?”
AJ let go of your wrist and took a step back. You gave him a weak shove and tried to walk away, but his arms caught around your waist. When you attempted to elbow his ribs, he adjusted to pin down your arms. He walked you forward to the couch and tilted you over the armrest. With one hand, he restricted you from fighting back. In your struggle, your skirt flew up over your ass. AJ gasped when he saw your red lacy underwear. He made them snap against your skin.
“And I thought we agreed these were never to leave the house, hmm?” The playful growl in his voice made you squeeze your thighs together. He kicked your stance back open, ignoring how difficult it was to stand in heels. “Y/N.”
Your mouth suddenly dry, you tried one more time to wriggle out of his grasp. He pressed close behind you, thrusting his crotch into your backside. It made you shiver to feel how hard he was. “AJ,” you moaned. You yelped as he slapped your ass. “I’m sorry.”
“Yes. You are going to be.” He gripped at the globes of your ass. “Hmm, do I want you to count tonight. Or do I want you to beg?” You waited on baited breath for him to answer his own question. You jumped as he ran his fingernails over your exposed skin. “Begging. Nice and loud sweetheart.” He gave you a test slap, one that wouldn’t even redden your skin.
“More,” you whimpered. He slapped you again, harder. “Yes, please, more.” There were two quick slaps, one to each side. Your knees almost buckled. But then, that was probably why he had leaned you over the armrest. “Just like that.”
AJ slid your lace off your hips and let you step out of it. Then he continued. It was only another two rounds or so, but your voice was already hoarse and your skin was on fire. You wobbled on your heels until AJ had you take those off, which made you more reliant on his grip on your wrists for balance. AJ spread your cheeks for a peek. “Well, well,” he chuckled. He teased two fingers towards your heat. “What do we have here? Does my little slut like being punished? Maybe we should do it all night.”
“No. AJ. Need you. Please.”
“Now you need me. Maybe I don’t need you.” He thrust his length into your sensitive sex again. “Maybe I’ll take care of this myself.”
You fell forward, shaking your head. You didn’t like that idea at all. A hand twisted into your hair and tugged your face back up.
“Is that what you want? I could always repeat what we did that one time. Tied you to the chair and made you watch while I jerked myself off. My personal whore didn’t get anything, didn’t deserve or earn a single drop.” He turned you around to sit on the edge. “Tell me. What do you think I should do?”
Desperately, you wrapped your arms around him. “Don’t do that again. Not tonight. Touch me. Love me. Use me. Please.”
He silenced you with a kiss that made your teeth clack together. He bruised your lips, nipped at them, and dominated your mouth with his tongue. All the while he directed you to walk towards your room. When the bed finally bumped into the back of your legs, he stepped back, breathless just as much as you.
“If that dress isn’t gone in two seconds I’m going to rip it off.”
You slid it off as quickly as you could, then moved to sink to your knees. AJ caught you and pushed you onto the bed. He stripped and crawled over you. His thighs pinned your arms to your sides while his length bobbed in front of your face. You yelped as he roughly kneaded your breasts. He pinched your nipples into throbbing peaks. He noticed your gaze following his cock.
“You want it? Want to be my cock slut?”
“Yes, AJ,“ you dutifully opened your mouth.
He teased the head around your lips before shoving it past them. Using hollowing and sucking, you worked quickly. You ravished in the weight of his weight on your tongue. It was probably going to cost you, but you hesitantly used teeth in the way you knew would make him… yes. Would make him moan and growl just like that. His breathing was starting to come out in bursts. Given another minute or two, he would cum. You whined as he pulled away and crawled down your body.
“Oh, no. Not going to give it to you that easily.” He took a deep breath. “Open your legs, Y/N.”
You complied.
With a nod, he smiled. “There it is. The best way to make sure you pay attention. That gorgeous dripping pussy.” He reached forward and curled two fingers into your heat, rapidly pumping them. He snickered as you mewled. “So easy to play you. Make you sing and whimper and make every sound under the sky. And only I can make you do this.”
You cried out as the rush of pleasure was about to overtake you. AJ pulled away and slapped your lips. He positioned himself between your legs and pulled one of your knees over his shoulder. He sheathed in one go, pushing all the air out of your body. His body shivered as your walls rushed to adjust. Taking another second, he pulled almost completely out and slammed back in. You screamed. It broke apart each time he repeated the action.
AJ growled. “You’re mine. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours. Oh,” you panted, “I’m only yours.”
“Tell me, who do you belong to?”
“You. You, AJ.”
“Damn right you do.”
He reached forward and dipped his thumb in your leaking juices. He spread them harshly on your clit. He chuckled as your eyes crossed before squinting shut. The snapping of your hips rattled your whole body. Your thighs began to quiver, waiting for him to tell you could let go.
“If you want to cum, Y/N, you better do it soon. ‘Cause when I cum, I’m done. So get there.”
That was all the invitation you needed. You met him thrust for thrust and toyed with your breasts. Your body went rigid as you came, whiting out your vision. AJ fucked you through it. His eventual release made your walls clamp down again, milking his cock. He fell forward and steadied himself on his forearms. You laid boneless under him.
A minute later he had a cup of cool water at your lips and didn’t leave until it was empty. He cleaned you up and pulled the covers over you both as he slid in next to you. You curled towards his chest, humming as he stroked your hair. His chest heaved like it did when he was trying to say something.
“We can talk about this more in the morning, but… in the future… just, talk to me. Tell me when you’re going out. Please, don’t scare me like that.” He hugged you close, gripping you like you would turn to dust if he let go.
OMG! Thank you so much! I love those fics too. I’m sure you’ll happy to consider it, but there are some ideas bouncing around in the back of my head for a part 2 for the marriage one. And that line I had no idea so many of you were going to like it. That’s what you get, I guess, for writing sleep deprived. That my fics helped you back into the fandom is the highest praise I could possibly get. Thank you thank you thank you!
OMG!!! Okay if u ever make a part 2 please please please tag me🙏🙏 Also once again i love u and your writing. Happy Anniversary again.
Awe! I’m glad I could help you get started. I’ve only been watching wrestling a little over a year myself. So I totally get that quick but deep drop into WWE! Thank you for sending in an anon! 😚❤
Note: Wrote this at midnight. Sleep deprivation is my writing drunk. But no editing; we die like men. Still turned out pretty good, if I say so myself. If you’ve got a Jason request, or for anyone else in the DC, let me know. Or I’ve got open tag lists too if you don’t want to miss anything. Enjoy!
In the distance, you could hear sirens, but you had a feeling they weren’t for you. Fifty-fifty chance though. In front of that sound, you could hear the other motorcycle rapidly approaching. Twisting your wrist, you revved again. Your front wheel left the ground for a bit as you surged forward. The sirens got closer, chasing the motorcycle that was pulling up even with you.
Glints from the street lamps curved over his red helmet. Although you couldn’t see his face, you could feel the smirk he gave you as he surpassed your bike and ran a red light. It made your heart stutter to see his bike weave between cars. And then stutter again as you did it yourself.
Jason was waiting for you at the finish line with his helmet on his knee. “And the victor is-“
“Me,” you interrupted. “I didn’t catch the eye of the cops. You should know better than to go through Blue Alley.”
He shrugged. “It’s the most direct path. And I know you never take that route, even if it is shorter.” He looked over your shoulder as the police cars finally began to catch up.
“We’re still on the opposite side of town from home. First one there gets movie dibs.” You bit your lip and knew he would up the stakes.
“First one home gets to top.”
You were a block away before he got his helmet back on. This time you did go through Blue Alley, the trap avenue where police cars would sit and wait for ticket victims. But you were smart. You drove between trucks so you were invisible from the radar guns. Once the ‘danger’ was passed, you left everything in the dust. Even then, you could hear Jason coming up. He was in your rear-view mirror soon. Then beside you.
He lost momentum as he had to swerve to avoid a car shifting lanes. You made it into the complex garage for your apartment with a whoop. It would have been deliciously smug, but you didn’t stay to wait for him with your helmet on your knee. Instead, you stole the only lift and waved at him as the doors closed.
By the time he caught up, you were naked and perched on the edge of the bed.
Jason shed his leather jacket. “What happened to watching a movie?”
“Oh, no. You said whoever won got to top. And I won.” You curled a finger to draw him to you, but he leaned back on the door and crossed his arms.
“We didn’t shake on that. Yeah, you won, so you get to use your idea.” His eyebrow arched and his tongue darted out to wet his lip. With the way his gaze was already journeying across your body, you had already won.
You stood up and slowly walked to him. “Victor should get to choose. I won. And I like your idea.” You slid your hands up his biceps, over his shoulders, then into the hair on the back of his head. “Please. You know I’ll make you feel good, baby.” His body eased out of tension. You pressed closer to him. “And we’ve had a great night of taking out bad guys. Then a good race in the early morning.” You bit your lip and tilted your head to look up at him better.
With a dramatic groan he let you pull him away from the door. Once his shirt was gone, you kissed across his pecs and up his neck. That made him impatient. His fingers fumbled with his belt until he was almost bare before you. Jason leaned to kiss you, chasing your lips as you backed away. He growled as you spun and tipped him onto his stomach, giggling as he bounced. He growled again as you snapped the waistband of his shorts. Before he could complain further, you straddled his ass and ran your hands up either side of his spine.
His body always had a chill. You knew why that would never fully go away, but that was never going to stop you from trying.
He let out a sigh as you began to massage his back. The closer you got to his neck, where he was always the most tense, the more sounds he made. Your hips circled as his moans and whimpers made you heat up. You leaned down and kissed up his spine. You knew where he needed you. Knuckles and open palm presses and rubbing in all the right places. And those sounds. By the time you had worked out the knots in his muscles, you were sure you were dripping.
You giggled and snapped his waistband again, inspiring him to roll over so you could help him out of them. His cock sprang free, also warmed up from your massage. It made your mouth water. A detail Jason didn’t miss.
“Come here.” He gripped at your thigh and tried to direct you to sit on his face. “You wanted to be on top. So get up here. Don’t worry, it’ll still be there. Once you’ve cum once or twice.” His face lit up as you mewled. Your view of his proud visage was obscured once you moved into position. His arms trapped your thighs on either side of his head. “To the victor, the spoils.”
He must have been talking about the first race because he set to eating you out like you were the prize. Not that you would complain… if you could. His sharp-witted tongue explored your heat like it was the first time. When your body reacted in one way or another, he would keep playing there. If you sighed or gasped, he would lap or suck harder. His name became a mantra. Encouraged, he dug his nails into your thighs and nipped at your clit. Your eyes crossed and your body shuddered. Jason eagerly drank you. His enthusiasm sent you into another spiral. One that made your jaw slack and your breath a desperate plea.
“That’s my, Y/N,” he hummed. His cool hands felt good against your burning skin. “You done being on top?”
“Uh-uh,” you mumbled weakly. You wriggled down his body until you were perched on his stomach. “Not done with you yet.” Back to back orgasms had scrambled your brain. The harder to tried to come up with something witty, the more you just wanted to bounce on his cock. So, instead you settled for spreading your juices over his cock by rocking back and forth. You grinned in triumph as Jason tossed his head back. Leaning up, you guided his cock into your heat, slowly working down until you could feel every inch of him. His abs danced under your fingertips while you adjusted.
“Feel so good, Y/N,” he breathed. “So perfect.”
You repaid his praise with circling your hips. In unison, you groaned. Jason’s hands slid up your thighs to your waist. Squeezing. Begging. You raised up and eased down. His eyes closed as his hands gripped you. It was your power, so you were going to use it as you pleased. You raised again, this time slamming home. The glide of him was perfect, so you chased that sensation over and over again. Faster and faster. Angling until he was hitting you just right and calling out your name.
He began to meet your thrusts. His hands tightened on your waist. Across his body, his muscles tensed and pulsed as raced towards release.
You pleaded with him to hurry; you weren’t going to last much longer either.
Up and up, tighter and tighter, your pleasure built until you couldn’t breath and finally broke apart. Jason let out a strangled cry. You shivered and fell forward. He caught you on his chest, rolling you to his side. He kissed across your face softly, pumping and easing you down. You finally settled into a smile and kissed him back.
“Maybe I should let you win races in the future.”
You playfully slapped his chest. “Don’t you dare.”
In the last Raw before Summer Slam, you are included in the main event. Final opponents are determined for the other matches but you feel out of place. Will you let Dean and everybody down or work past your fears?
Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, self-doubt
Word Count: 2700
Note: Heads up, I’m going to be moving back to college next week. (I know, just in time for Summer Slam! Yippee.) So it will be interesting to see how maintaining this series goes once my class schedule kicks in. Hopefully, I will be successful. Another heads up: Summer Slam’s chapter is going to be awesome and action-packed. *squee* Tag lists and requests open. Happy reading!
Monday Night Raw – August 13, 2018 – Greensboro, NC
If you were a begging type of woman, Dolph Ziggler and Drew McIntyre would not have started the show. Your nerves were on fire as you saw them walk into Gorilla, cringing when you heard Dolph’s music. In the ring, he pranced around as if the audience’s reaction to him was unanimous praise.
“Well hello to you to.” He grinned wide, ignoring the waves of hate rolling towards him. “We’re out here to announce that there’s a special match tonight. Drew, if you would.”
“You’re havin’ a Lumberjack match tanight,” Drew rumbled.
“That I am. Against Dean Ambrose. And there to catch him when I toss him out is going to be you, Mojo, and Mickie James. And of course Roman, Seth, and Y/N backing up Dean. But they won’t be able to much. Now, if Y/N could step out here please.”
You were more than happy to. If he wanted to have a battle of wits, he was going to realize quickly how unarmed he was. Seth followed you out, to rushed to zip up his gear shirt. “What do you want Ziggler?”
He laughed. “No need to be so formal, sweetheart. Dolph is just fine.”
“Get to the point. Ziggler.”
Biting back a scowl he cleared his throat. “I wanted to let you know it’s okay. At some point, your cousin is going to knock me out of the ring. You’re frustrated and angry. I won’t hold it against you if you hit me.”
As if reading from a hokey script, Drew asked “but I thought you liked Y/N. Why all this?”
Dolph turned to him and talked with his hands as if to a child. “You see, the key to winning a girl’s heart is playing hard to get.”
You scoffed. “That would be difficult for you then since you’re hard to want.” This was getting old. The match could start right now for all you cared.
Seth read your mind. He crossed his arm across your shoulders, keeping you from storming down the ramp. Dolph noticed. “Gettin’ a little close there, Rollins. Y/N, you could do so much better. He’s no Dolph Ziggler.”
You looked down at Seth’s abs, then back at the ring. “Good. It means he’s not freakin’ orange.” Seth coughed and turned to face behind you. He cackled quietly. “And I hope you’re ready for some serious bruising. This is going to end tonight.” You turned on your heel.
“Whatever you say, Y/N. But all tonight is going to prove is that I am the best man in the business. And nothing the Shield can do is going to disprove that.”
The women’s music sounding told Dolph his time was up. They each took turns bumping shoulders against them as they left the arena. Rhonda nearly knocked Dolph off his feet, making him growl and make a hastier exit. Alexa Bliss and Alicia Fox stood on one side of the ring while Natalya and Rhonda stood on the other. They may have won their opportunity as a team, but tonight eventually it was going to be every woman for herself.
Renee Young explained how the match was going to work. “The match is going to start as a tag match. To eliminate a team, one member has to be knocked to the floor over the top rope. Then from the remaining two women, a singles match will begin immediately.”
Corey snorted. “I can’t say I agree with this method.”
“I’m looking forward to see how it goes,” Renee pipped up. Nothing Corey was going to say was going to dampen her Raw commentary debut.
Alexa rolled out, leaving Alicia at the other’s two women’s mercy. Which they gave. Sharing a look, each of the three rolled a different way out of the ring, circling Alexa. While she was focused on not getting caught by Natalya or Rhonda, she bumped into Alicia. They shared sticky sweet smiles, then Alicia tossed her partner into the ring at the sound of the bell.
Natalya fought her first. She made frequent tags to Rhonda, ensuring they would both have enough energy for part two of the fight. If they made it that far. Alexa escaped and put that plan in jeopardy as Alicia rushed in, quickly weakening Natalya and trapping her in the ring. Rhonda rushed around to the side as Alicia tried to tip her partner over.
She was successful but crashed to the floor herself when Alexa knocked her feet out from under her. They continued to fight on the outside. Inside the ring, Alicia was gaining the upper hand. Once again, Natalya had no one to tag and had to muscle through and do her best. Exhausted, she fell against the ropes. Alicia scooped up under her, attempting for a pin.
“Oh yeah.” Alicia grabbed Natalya’s hair and slung her towards the ropes. Rhonda was there to make sure she didn’t sail over. She guided Natalya to the corner and tagged in, rushing towards Alicia. Foxy turned and reached for Alexa, who wasn’t there. Alexa hopped down, hoping Rhonda would tire out her partner. It backfired as Rhonda swung Alicia over her back and threw her over the top rope. Alicia fell on top of Alexa and they were announced to be eliminated.
Rhonda waited for Natalya to catch her breath. It wasn’t ideal. In a perfect world, they would both have more energy and could put on a better match. Natalya stood tall. This would have to do. For how much they had trained together, Rhonda picked up on her tells. Mixed with Natalya’s lack of momentum, she didn’t last much longer.
Even then, Rhonda hesitated to pin her friend. “I’m sorry,” she said as the ref counted to three. She helped Natalya to her feet.
“It’s okay, for now,” Natalya joked. “But you better kick ass on Sunday.” She helped the ref raise her hand in victory.
Kurt Angle held his phone far away from his ear with a wince. “Braun. Braun! I know, but it was best that you stayed away from the show tonight.” He paused and tromboned the phone as Braun reacted. “Because there are a lot of people who don’t want you to beat Brock on Sunday, and that’s not just him an Paul Heyman. I didn’t want you risking your Summer Slam match.” Gritting his teeth, he talked over his employee. “Look, you can yell at me Sunday night. After your match. If nothing goes awry. Okay? Good. See you Sunday.” He hung up with a sigh then saw you. “Hey, Y/N. Please come in.”
This couldn’t be good. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Angle?”
“Just Kurt. And yeah. I need your opinion on something.” He waited for you to step further into the room. “If I’m wrong I do have a back-up, so please be honest with your answer.”
You gulped. “Okay.”
“Y/N, do you think tonight’s match is going to end the problems with Dolph?”
“Honestly,” you said slowly, “no. From what I’ve learned about him, Dolph is going to keep going until the injuries to his body outweigh any gain he’s been scrambling for. Even if Dean gets him to that point, Mojo and Mickie are involved now too. They’ve got their own issues with us now.”
Kurt thought for a second. “There’s one more slot for Summer Slam.”
How? “Isn’t it a little late to be making matches? Summer Slam is on Sunday.”
He nodded. “I know. But I had a feeling this wasn’t going to be over before then. So, you and the Shield will have a match on Sunday against Dolph and Drew, and Mojo and Micke James.”
You sighed. “This is all my fault. I didn’t mean to be such a bother.”
“Hey,” Kurt gave your shoulder a light pat. “It’s how we settle things around here. If anything, you fit right in. You are not a ‘bother’ and we are lucky to have you on the team. You’ve just started and you’re putting more effort into your contract than some old timers.”
“That doesn’t matter. I don’t have the experience.” You groaned. “I’m not Dean. No matter how much effort I put into the match tonight or Sunday, I am going to burn out quickly.”
“Don’t worry about tonight or Sunday. You’ve got this.” His phone rang again. He walked away to answer it, despite your attempt to grab his attention. With a worried huff, your left his office.
“Are you ready for the match?” Seth’s voice behind you made you cringe. “I’ll take that as a no.” He jutted his chin in the direction that Kurt went. “So, I heard the tail-end of that. You get to be part of a Summer Slam match too, huh?”
“This is a disaster.” You slumped to sit on a crate. “I came here to be a reporter. And to reconnect with Dean, in a way. Everything has gone wrong. This is way more than what I can handle.”
“No, it’s not. I’ve seen you train. I’ve been beaten by you in training. Which, not to toot my own horn, is saying something,” he chuckled. When you didn’t cheer up he sighed and tilted your head up. He gave you a small smile. “Y/N?”
“I don’t want to let him down. Or any of you.”
“You won’t. I trust you.”
It was a tiny statement. But it meant the world. You couldn’t find the words to thank him but nodded. Seth grabbed your wrists and gave them the once over.
“Let’s get you some tape.”
Corey was grumbling even before Elias could strum his first chord. His stool was set up a few feet from the announce table on the stage. He sang an upbeat ditty about hating the town and his disdain for the opponents squabbling for his title, then left the spotlight.
“Front row seats to an Elias concert. Man, you guys really do get the good stuff,” Renee cooed. She elbowed Corey before he could retort.
Elias dipped his head. “I’m glad to see at least one person has accepted the enlightenment my music brings.” He glared at Corey and made small talk with Cole as Baron Corbin and Bobby Roode made their way down to the ring. He was unbothered by the idea of this match. If anything, he was excited to see who was going to face him at Summer Slam. It was the perfect opportunity to scope out his adversary.
Corbin and Roode circled each other looking for a way in. Eventually, they had to meet in a contest of strength. Corbin used his height to his advantage and caught Roode in a headlock. Neither wrestler was one known for their gravity-defying stunts, but Corbin was going to do everything he could to keep Roode from using his strength. It worked. For a while.
Using the crowd’s enthusiasm, Roode was able to make it to his feet. He bounced off the ropes and sent Corbin’s back crashing to the canvas. He didn’t fall for Corbin’s tricks. If Baron swung around a ring post, he was waiting for him. The Deep Six was hard to kick out of, but he did. Roode danced his way across the ring. If things continued his way, he was going to Summer Slam with a chance at the Intercontinental Championship. Roode kicked Corbin in the stomach and stepped back to power up for the Glorious DDT.
He took to long. Corbin reversed Roode’s movements into another Deep Six. When Roode stumbled up from that, he walked into an End of Days. His music was cut short by Elias playing his guitar.
Elias gave him a slight bow, then strummed his way out of the arena.
They were waiting for you in the ring. Roman and Seth went out first. Then Dean. He stayed close to the curtains, having promised you a surprise. You were still trying to work up the courage to go out there when a second guitar riff sounded. It was underlined with an electric guitar and strong drums.
“Surprise,” he smiled.
You had your own entrance music.
It was bold and had a great beat. Dean wiggled along with it on the way to the ring; you poorly stifled a giggle.
Dolph was left standing alone as his accompanying trio left the ring. Dean rolled and you took your spot on the ramp-side of the ring. After the bell rang, you bounced up and down like you usually did when watching matches from backstage. Being out in the arena? It was electric. Now you knew why Dean bounced and jumped through his matches. Mickie was glaring at you from the other side of the ring but that didn’t bother you. You had ringside access to one of Dean’s matches. This was wild.
Dean got tossed out first. Thankfully, Dolph’s aim was off and he sailed right into the arms of Roman. He received hair ruffling and loud pats on the back and then they sent him back in. His arms flailed, striking Dolph about every other rotation. You laughed as Drew and Mojo watched Dolph take the beating with uncomfortable grimaces. By keeping an eye on them, you saw the plan they formulated before Mickie could distract the ref. She jumped up onto the apron, pulling Dean’s attention away from Dolph. They tried to grab at his ankles, but even their long arms couldn’t reach him and a crisis was averted.
When Dean tossed Dolph over a rope, he made sure Roman was there to catch him too. You made sure there wasn’t inference from the left and Seth did the same for the right. You could tell the men weren’t scared of you. There was another plan in place. One that was for later as Dolph staggered his way back to his feet. The match went on, with Dean maintaining the upper hand. Drew and Mojo traded sides with Mickie.
You were distracted by Drew inching his way to Seth’s side when Dolph came flying over the ropes. He landed on you, smirking when he realized what his position was. With a growl, you flipped him to his back and started to punch at his face as hard and fast as you could. You were yanked to your feet by your hair. Mickie slammed your face into the apron. You fell back, dazed. Roman picked you up around your stomach, shouting at everyone to back off.
“Ow,” you mumbled, holding your head while Dolph slid back into the ring.
“Better get used to that, sweetie,” Mickie said, backing away.
There were several other altercations. Mojo did surprisingly well against Roman, while Seth used the barricades or apron to gain some height on Drew. Dolph continuously underestimated you and received similar treatment as to the first incident. No matter what you did, Mickie could always make you crumple like a ball of tinfoil. She could do the same to Dean, too. It took the three of you a few minutes to realize how much damage she was dishing out, then another few to break away from them to come to his aid.
Then there was the chair.
Mojo tossed it in while the ref’s back was turned. Dean was leaning against the ropes. He moved out of the way at the last second. Dolph’s swing bounced back at him off the top rope, sending the chair into his forehead and his body to the mat. The ref saw the whole thing and wouldn’t motion for a disqualification since it was self-inflicted. Dolph cursed and threw the chair away. It cut into Dean’s stomach, folding him in half.
You slid into the ring as the ref called for the disqualification. Dean waved off your worried looks and questions while the other team left. He coughed hard, holding his stomach.
“This isn’t over,” you hissed. “Far from it. They wanted the fight. They’ve got one.”
“That’s my baby cuz.” Dean grinned as you stuck your tongue out at him.
Prompt: “Could you write some smutty stuff with Alexa Bliss? Female reader. No other specific. Thnx!”
The competition of who can win their match while distracted has another victor. The loser is at their beck and call. Not that either would complain.
Pairing: Alexa Bliss x Female!Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: use of toys while working, oral, mutual thigh riding, begging
Word Count: 1080
Note: Had to do a little smut research for this request. I hope it came out like you wanted, anon! Thanks for sending it in. It’s my first Alexa fic, and my first w|w fic, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. If you’ve got an idea of your own or a tag list you’d like to join, just let me know. Enjoy!
You had a love-hate relationship with Alexa Bliss. To the WWE Universe, you hated her. Despised her. Did everything in your power to keep her from winning another championship. Once the cameras were gone and ring was packed away, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Love in the shadows. This lead to innovative ways to show affection.
Which is why you were already sweating bullets at the beginning of your match.
Alexa was leering at you from the other side of the ring, backing up her partner. Mickie was unaware of your predicament and showed no mercy. You rolled out of the way of a kick but stumbled when the vibrating in your gear jumped. It was in two places: your panties, and over your nipples. Originally, you had come up with the bra inserts (made from other pantie sets). You liked that most remote systems ran on the same frequencies. It had since then backfired. Mickie continued to chase you around the ring, grabbing your hair and slamming you to the mat. Your groan of pain out higher pitched than usual. You hoped Mickie wouldn’t notice.
With a deep breath, you leapt to your feet and started an attack of your own. The buzzing of your system interwove with the adrenaline, making you move faster and lighter on your feet. Even then, the hits you took made you moan instead of puff in pain. Mickie was beginning to give you looks.
She caught you in a headlock. “Are you okay, sweetie?” She cried out as you twisted out.
“I’m… fine.” You turned to glare at Alexa. Things had gone up another notch.
By the end of the match, you were more focused on not cumming in the middle of the ring than winning. You were eventually pinned, with Alexa whooping in triumph for more than one reason. She at least turned everything off before she left up the ramp.
She was waiting for you in her dressing room spread out across the couch. You couldn’t tell if she looked more like an unimpressed cat or some princess in a Renaissance painting. Either way, Alexa curled her finger and drew you into the room. The click of the lock was surprisingly loud. Or maybe you were just super on edge.
“You lost.”
“That I did. With your help of course.” You smirked. “Are waiting to get to the hotel, or-“
“When am I ever that patient?”
You nodded and kneeled in front of her. She leaned up so you could remove her shorts and get to work. Her fingers wove into your hair and guided you. From the corner of your eye, you saw her twirl the remote. You worked faster. The quicker you could get her off, the sooner she would let you cum.
“Nuh-uh-uh.” Alexa grinned as you froze. “I’m not patient enough for the drive, but don’t rush it, honey.” She tapped the back of your head for you to start again, but slower.
The focus now wasn’t to be fast. It was to be torturous. Like she had played with you in the ring. You lived for her whimpers and her sighs. Bumps raised on her skin as you trailed your fingers up her legs to her slit. You were just adding them to giving her pleasure when a shock jolted through you. She clicked the settings on the remote up to mid-power and hummed as you panted against her thigh. You squeezed your thighs together against the onslaught. Her legs fought against closing around you too as her release drew nearer.
“Not yet.” She tugged you away and fell on top of you on the floor. Sitting on your waist, she undulated her hips to match your bucking. Her fingers worked up under your top. “You should get rid of your gear.” She helped you remove it, then leaned forward and latched her lips around one of your sensitive nipples. All the while she kept moving her hips, chuckling as your movements became more frantic. She nipped between your breasts. “You’re still wearing too much gear.”
You gave a sigh of relief as you were stripped bare. Alexa perched on your thigh, pressing one of hers into the juncture between your legs. She sat up straight with her hands on your breasts. Roughly she squeezed and kneaded them, making your mouth fall open for breathless panting.
“You look so delicious like this, Y/N,” she cooed. She started to slide back and forth, shuddering with her own sparks. “My personal toy. It’s so easy to work you up. I wonder if anybody would have noticed if you had cum tonight.” Your groan hitched as she clawed her nails down your stomach. “Bet you want to cum now too, huh?”
So that’s what she wanted. She wanted you to beg. You could fight it for a while but knew the game would be up soon when she sucked her thumb into her mouth. It made you arch when she began to lazily circle your clit with it.
“Any time you want to start, honey.” When you bit your lip, she shifted so she could curl two fingers into your heat.
“Alexa,” you drawled out in a sigh. With a whimper, you bucked harder onto her hand. “Please-“
“Please what, Y/N?”
You moaned. “Please let me cum. Let me make you cum.” On a whim, you mirrored her earlier action and sucked your thumb into your mouth. She closed her eyes in bliss as you hurried to convince her. The way her lips parted made you want to taste them, so you tried harder. “So beautiful. Alexa, please.”
She nodded. “Then keep going. I’ll take care of you.” Her fingers pumped faster. She had all the control except of your thumb. In reckless parallel abandon, you both raced for the finish. Alexa’s praise descended into cursing as your walls contracted around her fingers. Your leg was slick with her and she squeezed your thigh between her own. “Right there, Y/N. Keep going.” Her voice sounded as wrecked as you felt.
When her nails scrapped down your side you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your toes curled to cramping and the bow of your back angled your thigh just right. Alexa screamed and shivered. Even though your arms were like jello, you braced against them as Alexa pulled you up for a kiss.
“Now we can go to the hotel. And I’m going to finish what I started.”
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Tournaments for the Raw Women’s Championship and the Intercontinental get underway with the first brackets being fought. Y/N gets sucked further into the chaotic world and takes her own steps to ensure her own protection.
Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, kidnapping
Word Count: 3553
Note: Including this chapter, this series already has 33,000 words written. A novel is usually 60,000 words. I have almost written a novel with this, and I am not even half-way through with this series! Thank you for sticking with this, and I hope I can continue to hold your attention through the end. Enjoy! (Feedback and reactions much appreciated.)
Monday Night Raw – August 6, 2018 – Jacksonville FL
In an attempt to make up for last week’s fiasco, Kurt Angle scheduled the first of the number one contender’s tag matches first. The second one would be later that night closer to the end of the show. Rhonda Rousey and Natalya Hart were ecstatic to be fighting the two members of the Riot Squad. Liv Morgan and Sarah Logan were glad to be fighting their opponents too. They had enough of Sasha and Bayley’s troubles and knew that if they wanted a shot, Rhonda and Natalya were the way to go. The other two women were convinced this was going to be an easy fight.
The Riott Squad used Rhonda’s inexperience and distracted her. Natalya was repeatedly left without an escape tag. There was a smidgen of a tiff in the corner once Rhonda returned to her spot on the apron.
“You can’t leave me like that.” Natalya gestured in the general direction of the other corner. “Keep an eye on your back, but don’t engage. The only thing that matters is what happens inside the ring.”
Rhonda grumbled her understanding and tagged into the match. She did what Natalya said, watching her back and not engaging whichever Riott member was trying to cause trouble. In return, Natalya ran offense on the outside of the ring. It wasn’t a foolproof plan, but it worked better than Rhonda trying to chase down either of their opponents.
It was beginning to look like that wasn’t going to be enough. Liv and Sarah were quick taggers when they were squirmy enough to get away. It ensured that one was always fresh when against a wore-out Natalya or Rhonda. Their insistent laughter annoyed everyone. Even the referee cringed. But they liked to congratulate each other after each hit that sent the women to the canvas.
Natalya and Rhonda shared a look. Natalya crept off the apron and circled around to behind Liv, who was standing on the apron. Rhonda pretended to take the bait, drawing her into the ring as Sara inched up behind her. Rhonda dropped to the mat when Liv attacked, leaving plenty of room for Natalya to spring through the ropes like a cat and send Liv sailing through the other side. Sarah watched it unfold, stunned. She wasn’t aware she was even being pinned until the ref got to three.
The winning team let their wrists be raised and hugged in the center of the ring.
The second match of the night was the first tournament match for the Intercontinental Championship. Bobby Roode and Apollo Creed squared off after a handshake. Titus and Dana Brooke stayed on the floor in Apollo’s corner, cheering him on. As soon as the bell rang, Dana kept a close eye on both competitors and kept detailed notes throughout the match.
It was incredibly even. Roode was more of an ‘I’m going to knock you off your feet’ guy, while Apollo filled in the match with his acrobatic flips. Several times, they nodded at each other, slapping palms together in quick handshakes between attacks. When Apollo would take a hard fall, he scrambled back towards his corner where Titus would shout words of encouragement, and Dana would share what she noticed.
What none of them anticipated, was Bobby changing how he fought depending on what Dana said. If she noticed he started to favor a limb, he would turn his body and fight with his other side to protect it until it hurt less. The speed and agility were worthless if Bobby simply stepped out of the way, taking Dana’s miss-transferred advice to save his energy. He caught Apollo in a Glorious DDT and won his way into the next bracket.
You took a deep breath and turned to Heath Slater and Rhino as the red light began to flash on the camera. “Mr. Slater, what are you expecting from your match tonight with Bo Dallas and Curtis Axel? They were so close to the tag team titles. If you beat them in this match do you see a chance for the titles in the near future?”
“That would be great, yeah. It’s been a while since we’ve wrestled, and I’ve got kids to feed.”
“And I’ve got myself to feed,” Rhino added. Heath chuckled and let himself be nudged.
With a smile, you tilted the mic back to yourself. “And what would you do as champions? Frequent defenders or watching the rabble fight for a chance at them?”
Rhino whistled. “I like you. Um, probably,” he looked over to Heath, “probably a little of both. Maybe like with what they’re doing with the women’s title? Have a member-“
“Yeah, from each team be part of a team so four can compete at once. Then the winning team all members fight one another for the contender’s spot. You are brilliant!” Heath slapped Rhino on the back. Hard. It didn’t seem to faze him. “Things would happen a lot quicker that way, so defenses would be frequent. But-“
“There would be so many combinations to ensure continuous rabble matches,” you finished. “You guys might want to submit that to Mr. Angle.” You froze as you heard a smug puff of a laugh.
“Yeah, if they win tonight.” Dolph Ziggler swaggered up behind you. “And tonight isn’t for anything.” He blocked your attempt to move past him. When you turned back around to leave with Heath and Rhino, they had been replaced with Drew McIntyre.
You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry. “This hallway sure got crowded. Why are you here?” You wiped your hands on your dress jeans.
Dolph ran his thumb over his bottom lip. “We’ve got a match tonight against your cousin and one of his ‘brothers’, but we’d hate for you to have to watch the destruction alone. So Mojo and Mickie James are going to keep you company.” As he said their names, the other wrestlers stepped into view, completely surrounding you with no way out.
Muttering under your breath, “the one week they actually let me walk around by myself, something like this happens.” You glared at Dolph. “And if I say no?” You shuddered as Drew let his hand land heavily on your shoulder. “Ah. Well then.” You took a deep breath and hesitant look around.
Then you tried for a sprint.
Mojo caught you around your waist. He hoisted you over his shoulder and carried you off down the hallway while you kicked and screamed for him to put you down.
In the ring, Dean was pacing in front of Roman and Seth. He grabbed hold of the ropes on the Titantron side and gave it a wild shake before stomping towards the down front corner for a mic. By the time he had it, Dolph’s record scratch had sounded. Dean started talking as Dolph and Drew walked out onto the stage.
“You really have a death wish if you’re trying something like that Ziggler. Y/N has nothing to do with your issue with any of us, so you go back there and tell your new sidekick to let her go. Now. Then he’s going to join you out here so I can kick his ass too.”
Dolph wagged his finger. “That’s not how this is going to work, Ambrose. You can either let her watch this match, or you can fight us and Mojo… later tonight.” He grinned triumphantly while Dean growled and increased his pacing. Roman and Seth stepped closer to him in case he decided to charge. Dolph handed the mic to Drew.
“He’s gotta ‘ave time to warm up. You’d hate for ‘im to ‘ave an injury. You know bet’er than anyone how havin’ ta sit at ‘ome can drive a man crazy.”
Dean leapt for the ropes; Roman and Seth caught him just in time. Roman was able to maneuver in front of him while Seth kept him back.
Roman took control of the mic. “Then we’ll see you later tonight. But leave Y/N alone, or nothing on this earth is going to save you.”
Dolph gave a mock bow and followed Drew off the stage. In the ring, Dean was moments away from ripping his hair out while his brothers did their best to calm him down enough to strategize.
There were still other matches that needed to happen. The other chance for the Intercontinental Championship was between Baron Corbin and No Way Jose.
Thanks to his matches with Dean earlier in the year, Jose was more ready for Baron. He knew when to be quick, and when to hold his ground. And when to watch the bottom corner of the ring for Baron’s slingshot if he was tossed out. Inside or outside of the ring, Jose did his best to keep up. With the proper timing, there was even enough space to dance and mock the lone wolf.
Baron was not easily rattled. Whenever Jose would get a move over him, Baron would shrug it off and keep moving. At opportune times during the match, he would catch Jose in a headlock or chokehold to slow him down. He also took that time to say anything he could to discourage his opponent. He would let him get away for a little while, then stop him in his tracks again, using up most of Jose’s energy.
A chance clothesline that led into a Deep Six ended the match, ensuring that Baron was going to face Bobby Roode for the number one contender’s spot.
The last pre-set fight of the night was the second women’s tournament bracket. Bayley came out to her music and made her way down to the ring. She was confused when it wasn’t Alicia Fox’s music that followed, but Sasha’s. The Boss did her entrance with a smug grin. She stood in the opposite corner of the ring and waited for her partner to show up.
Alicia Fox finally made her way into the arena. But she stayed on stage. Like she was waiting for someone.
Alexa Bliss was that someone.
She and Alicia hugged each other’s hips like old friends on their way down the ramp. The watched the frantic war between Bayley and Sasha was great amusement. Alexa teased them with her usual crying motions. “Did you really think that anyone was going to want to team with either of you with all your issues? And the irony! You two now have to team together, or you don’t get a shot at the Raw Women’s title!” She gasped and covered her mouth; Alicia mirrored her before stepping out so the bell could ring.
The other two women couldn’t stop arguing about who should fight first. Alexa sighed and grabbed Bayley by the hair to pull her into the center of the ring. Sasha took the message and moved out, scowling at Alicia from her post. She didn’t flinch when Alexa bounced Bayley’s head off the canvas like a basketball. She did look away when she was dragged to the corner and stomped on by the other women as they rapidly tagged each other in between five counts. When she’d had enough of watching, Sasha waiting for the ref to be preoccupied with the team and ran over to grab Bayley by the ankles. She dragged her to their corner and tagged herself in.
It didn’t go much better for her. Alicia toyed with her anger of betrayal, never turning her back, and eventually keeping Sasha away from her corner. The crowd gasped when Sasha went flying through the ropes and crashed on the outside. The assault continued with head smashes to the apron from Alexa, and then barricade tosses once Alicia got past the ref.
There were brief moments when Bayley and Sasha had the upper hand, but they were cut short by the women arguing over the best way to win the match. They were pinned at the same time, meaning that Alicia and Alexa were going to face Rhonda and Natalya next week for the championship match at Summer Slam.
When Charlie interviewed the victors after their match, she asked Alicia why she teamed with Alicia. Alexa answered for her.
“I would have been teamed with Mickie, but she’s ‘busy’ at the moment with a little side thing. And I saw Foxy caught in that tug-of-war between Sasha and Bayley and offered a way out. You’ve got to agree that she made the right choice considering that we won.”
Alicia shrugged. “I could have won with any of you. What sealed the deal-“
“What sealed the deal was knowing the great match we’re going to have in two weeks.” Alexa beamed and linked their arms together. “Baddest woman alive or not, Rhonda and Natalya aren’t going to know what hit them.”
You’d heard them searching for you. Each time you heard Dean’s frantic voice you wanted to call out, but doing so would have opened him up for an ambush. When it was time to go to the ring, you could barely see where you were going due to the wall of wrestlers around you. You did your best to peek over them on the stage, seeing the Shield ready in the ring. Mojo joined the odd team to the ring while Mickie led you over to the commentary table and sat you in a center seat.
“Um, welcome to commentary,” Michael Cole said. “Is… is she allowed to… talk, Mickie?”
Mickie made sure your headset mic was in place and then fixed hers. “Of course. I’m just here to make sure she doesn’t get hurt by trying to get involved. But you’re not going to try anything, right, sweetie?”
“I don’t know. If you guys keep pushing my buttons I can’t guarantee I won’t.” You leaned back in your chair as the match started.
Everyone was involved. Roman was locked with Drew, Seth was kneeing Dolph in the stomach, and Dean was raining blows down on Mojo as fast as his arms could rotate. The make-shift group was the first to give up the ring. They stood in solidarity while the other men caught their breath on the floor.
Corey tried to inspire conversation. “Mickie, we saw a little of why you joined the group. To get away from Alexa for a bit. Do you think you’re going to regret giving up your title chance for joining this… for lack of a better term: revenge crew?”
Mickie scoffed. “Maybe in the beginning it was about Alexa and me. But I have always known that I was never going to get a title shot with her. She’s too controlling of her fate and the fate of anyone around her who could get in the way. No.” She loudly patted your leg. “What it’s about now is helping out a new sister in the business.”
You squeaked and covered your eyes as the opposing trio used the Shield’s ring entrance against them. They were able to knock Seth and Roman out onto the floor but had to team up to kick out Dean.
“You okay there, Y/N?” Coachman asked.
“Yeah.” You sighed. “Honestly… I’m always like this when I’m watching a match. For anybody. You have to remember, this is kind of new for me.” You flinched again as the ref was finally able to gain some control, just in time for Seth to get a Scottish boot to the face. “And Mickie, I don’t want your help. Thanks to Dana’s notes I know you’re a legend. But The thing with Dolph is something I’m not interested in.”
“And why not? You can see he’s a good wrestler.” Her point was punctuated by Dolph avoiding one of Roman’s Superman punches.
“When a woman says no, it shouldn’t be the beginning of a negotiation.” The male commentators wisely stayed silent on the topic, instead calling the tags as Mojo and Dean rotated in. You wanted to leave it at that and focus on watching Dean, but Mickie kept pressing.
“Why didn’t you even give him a chance? He hasn’t done anything to hurt you.”
You took a deep breath. “Except inspire you and Mojo to attack me and my cousin, kidnap me, and all in all refuse to accept my no. Why should I have to give a random dude a chance when I’m not attracted to him? If it had been the other way around I would have been called desperate and a stalker. I have every right to say no to him. I hope the guys beat the crap out of him. It’s nice to have guys watching my back instead of my backside for a change.” Your headset fell to the floor with a clatter as you stood up.
In the ring, the match had descended into a brawl. And the Shield was losing, even though they won the disqualification.
Mickie grabbed hold of your arm and tried to pull you back into your seat. “You don’t want to go down there, honey. Trust me.”
“Actually Mickie… you saying that really makes me want to go down there.”
Your mind was made up when Dolph twisted Dean’s recently healed elbow around his arm, making Dean cry out. It was a good thing you were wearing pants because the world would have seen everything with how you fell over Mickie’s legs while escaping the booth. She caught up with you more towards the middle of the stage. But you were ready for her. Turning quickly, you grabbed her hair and slammed her down onto the stage. With a little bit of effort, you were able to get her enough to her feet to throw her into the dark void that was the back stairs for the stage. Mickie having been dealt with, you rushed towards the ring.
Dean spun around, spotting you hallway down the ramp. He yelled to Roman, “get her out of here!” Roman hesitated, then quickly left with a nod, leaving Dean alone in the ring as Dolph and Mojo rolled in and began to circle him. Drew continued throwing Seth’s spine into the barricades.
Roman caught you around the waist. He struggled to drag you away.
“Dean! Roman, put me down! We can’t just leave him out here alone. Put me down. I’ll stay put if you’ll go help him. Roman!” Your cries and pleas fell on seemingly deaf ears. The ring was getting further away. Your vision tunneled to Dean with his arms trapped behind him by Mojo so Dolph could cut at his chest mercilessly. You shook your head, not believing that there was nothing you could do. Roman faltered as your knees buckled, making you dead weight. Roman shifted is grip so he could carry you away, but you took the split second of freedom to drop him into a jawbreaker. He fell back onto the ramp, holding his jaw.
You sprinted down the ramp and rolled into the ring.
Mojo saw you first, dropping Dean so Dolph could stomp on him. You pulled on the top rope and let your feet slide out from under you. Mojo went over the ropes, his shout of surprise alerting Dolph to your presence in the ring. But it was too late for him to do anything. You grabbed him by the hair and spun him around so you wrap your arm around his the back of his neck. Dean grinned from the mat as you used Dirty Deeds. He continued holding his loopy smile as you pushed and dragged him out of the ring. Damn, he was heavy.
Roman met you on the ramp and supported Dean on his other side. Seth sent Drew’s shoulder into a ring post and hurried to catch up. The four of you walked backward, keeping your eyes on the three of them until you were backstage.
Dean’s smile evaporated. “What were you thinking?” He sat on a crate, fuming. “You should have stayed with Roman. They could have hurt you.”
“They were hurting you.”
“I can take it. It’s my job. I’ve been outnumbered before.”
You sat down next to him. “I know. I remember. Cincinnati. The day they took me away. I was trapped in the city car. You were outnumbered by a cop and his partner. I couldn’t stop calling your name. You heard me; tried to run after me. But… the cops… they caught you and the fight broke out. The last image I had of you was you on your stomach getting handcuffed. Because of me.” You shook your head, heart racing. “Not this time. Not when I could do something about it. Not this time,” you broke off.
Dean sighed. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, failing to hide a wince, and kissed the top of your head. “Thank you.” He looked up at Roman and nodded at him. Seth slumped against the wall with a tired huff.
“And I’m sorry about your jaw.” You grinned sheepishly up at Roman, your dimples shining. Dean puffed and smiled too. He nudged your shoulder.
Roman groaned. “And I thought it was bad when there was just one Ambrose to keep up with.”
“We may be headed for trouble,” Seth groaned, “but I can’t say that we can argue with the results.”
Prompt: “So you know how Tony Stark is high tech person right? What if one day he comes in telling the Avengers he installed a system in their bedrooms (for some reason idk) that basically give realistic hologram. So he demonstrates and the reader is internally freaking out and politely asks if it’s already working and obviously he says ‘yes’ so she runs to her room while telling F.R.I.D.A.Y. to have her room door open. And they hear her slam her door, and once inside she’s just spends the day with holograms reenacting moves with wrestlers, and they pass by her room and all they hear is giggling. And one day she comes in to her room and she thinks she left the hologram on and it won’t leave so she goes to touch it and turns out they’re real and turns out Tony hired them for her birthday” [Do you have a top three/four wrestlers?] “Right now it’s Finn Balor, Elias Samson and between Baron Corbin and Roman Reigns. Thank you so much! 😘 ” – @theangelsfightwithdevils
Warnings/Promises: fluff (?Is that what this is?), wrestling violence (for entertainment, not with malice)
Word Count: 1450
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“Alrighty, everybody gather ‘round.” Tony fiddled with a board filled with knobs and a keyboard. “I think we’re all pretty tired of sparring each other, right?”
There were several nodding heads. Except for Bucky and Natasha.
“You two don’t count,” Sam said. “Nobody can beat you.”
“Not our fault.”
“Right,” Nat punched Sam’s shoulder. “Means you need to train more.” You giggled with Wanda as he scoffed. Peter muttered something about having his back, which only made you two laugh louder.
Tony harrumphed and frowned. Steve directed the attention back to him with a chuckle. “Thanks, Cap. Somebody name someone you’d like to fight. From Earth,” he added, pointing at Thor. “I’ll add interdimensional persons later.”
Steve took the bait. “Robert Stanbard.” He grinned as Bucky stifled a laugh. “He was the guy who played Hitler in the war bonds show.” He hastily took a pair of gloves Tony tossed in his face.
Tony typed a few things before pressing a bright green button. Beams of light circled the room. They spun like Star Trek transporter beams in front of Steve. Stanbard flickered to life from the boots up. He blinked and looked around before honing in on Steve. The false mustache twitched and his raised a fist. His head snapped back as Steve beat him to it.
“Two hundred and three, right?” Bucky clapped Steve on the back while Clint rushed forward to ask about fighting Bruce Lee. But when he went to hit the hologram, his hand went through the light.
“Oh, you’re going to need these.” Tony took the gloves back from Steve and strapped Clint into a thin vest. “Using Princess Shuri’s kinetic dampener from her Black Panther suit, I’ve altered that to face inwards. Combined with the communication between the board and the suit, when you get hit you’ll feel it, and vise versa. Everybody’s already got a suit in their rooms.”
Your ears perked up. “Is the system installed in the main rooms, or-“
“It’s in every room.” Tony beamed, proud of himself. “That way if you need something to beat up, but don’t want to go all the way to the training room, you can stay in. Cool, huh?”
Doing your best to hide your excitement, you stepped towards the hall. “Is it up and running everywhere? Now?”
Tony turned towards the board to fiddle. “Yeah. The effects work better in the training room because it can adapt to any environment, but it is functional in every-“
You didn’t hear anything else as you sprinted toward your room. Nat and Wanda shared a knowing look as you shouted at Friday to have your door open. Once it slammed shut, you rushed toward the new panel on your wall and got to work. Hours later, all anyone could hear from your room was crashing and giggling.
“What’cha gonna do, Baron?” The hologram of Baron Corbin rushed at you. Running the opposite direction, you bounced off the trampoline you’d sat against your wall and used the momentum to jump over him. You barely cleared him, and he got you with a clothesline a second later. From the floor, you groaned. “What else do you have?”
The hologram Baron didn’t answer. Tony didn’t want there to be any accidental calls to Friday. Nor did he want the ability to talk to possibly help the holograms should there be another robot take-over. Technically it was Bruce’s idea, but Tony took the credit per usual.
After a week or two, the hype had died down a little. Most usually just went to the training room, which besides being programmed with an adaptable floor and climate control, also dealt with the smell of a bunch of Avengers training. Still, you liked getting to fight different wrestlers in your afternoons. Occasionally you’d forget to turn off the board, but usually Friday took care of that. One of the several upgrades Tony was obsessed with.
You shook your head after passing the main lounge room. Maybe you’d been wrestling too much. You could have sworn that was Baron Corbin talking to some of the team. It was probably just a visitor. There were bunches of those.
“Oh. Hi, Roman,” you chirped. The hologram didn’t reply back. Still, you moved closer. If this was another upgrade, Tony had made a fantastic improvement. You couldn’t see through him, and you swore you could see him breathing, something the holograms didn’t do before. Reaching out, you tested the upgrade to see if you could feel it without the gloves. His torso didn’t give. With a smile, you gave his arms a light squeeze. “Dang, Tony has really outdone himself. You feel almost real.”
“Almost?” Roman chuckled.
You gasped and stepped back into attack position.
Roman raised his hands in self-defense. “Sorry, didn’t mean to alarm you. But, uh, surprise. And happy birthday, Y/N.” He beamed as realization crossed your face.
“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
You jumped and gave him a hug, releasing him a second later. “Sorry. Um, thank you. How-?”
“I’m supposed to tell you…” he looked off in false thought, “that I’m to be your guide to the training room? I think you might actually have to do the guiding.” He took your arm and walked with you.
As soon as the doors slid open, the team yelled out ‘surprise’ and rushed to be the first to hug you. But you were distracted. Just past everyone, you saw three more familiar faces.
“I did see you in the lounge!” You rushed over to Baron, who was talking to Tony.
“Yeah, and about ruined your surprise. Sorry.” Baron shook your hand and moved to the side so Finn Balor and Elias Samson could step into view. “Mr. Stark tells us you are a fan of the WWE?”
You blushed. “Yeah. I am. But how did-“
Tony glanced over his shoulder. “Wanda and Nat spilled the beans. They also spilled your favorite kind of cake, ice cream, and your dream to wrestle in the WWE. Since you’re part of the team, that last part might be difficult. But I figured this was close enough and pulled a few strings.” Tony spun you around fast enough to make you dizzy. When you came to a stop, you saw the squared circle set up in the middle of the room.
“You didn’t?” You wrapped your arms around his waist, then did the same to Nat and Wanda. “Thank you all. This… this is the best thing I would have never thought to even ask for.”
A large mass moved past you and into the ring. The lights dimmed to just one in the center. You descended into laughter as Elias and his guitar were illuminated. He led everyone in singing you ‘happy birthday.’ He glared at Tony for being incredibly off-key. Roman kept you from hiding your face in your hands. Elias sang one of the songs from his album, then stopped abruptly. “Now that’s over, where’s the cake?”
Vision brought it out. Finn tried to hang back, but Baron tugged him forward. “One slice isn’t going to kill you. Or ruin your figure.”
Finn grumbled but licked his lips when you made the first cut. “Fine. But just a tiny piece. Thank you.”
After the food had settled a bit, the inevitable challenge came up. You were named the wrestling captain for the Avengers, and you picked Steve, Clint, Natasha, and yourself to go against the four of them. From there, there were several mixed teams like Sam and Finn versus Baron and Bucky. A surprising Baron versus Peter, who did not use his web shooters, but did acrobatics around the ring that made Finn smile like a child with new Legos. Also Thor and Roman against Elias and Wanda, which was dubbed ‘The Match for Best Hair.’ The team that won then fought themselves with the winner accepting a small trophy Tony 3D printed during the match.
Vision was referee for the whole time. Rhodey found a mic, thanks to Friday, announcing the matches and friendly insulting Tony every chance he got. Bruce even took a turn in a singles match with Finn before they sat out to discuss the duality of man and themselves.
You fought with and against each of them as many times as you could. Taking a spear? Fantastic. Deep-Six? You would gladly take seven. Coup de Gras and the Halo Powerbomb? Oh hell yes. They never seemed to run out of energy. Not that the matches really went on very long, mainly they were just showing off move-sets real and made up on the spot.
You had to stop the party yourself. “They’ve got wrestling to do on Monday. We can’t wear them out.”
The last thing that happened for the night was a giant picture with everyone standing in the ring. Or, in Clint’s case, perched on a ring post like a sharp-eyed gargoyle. You stood dead center between your favorite wrestlers and surrounded by your closest friends.
*I assumed T’Challa would have to stay in Wakanda. But you can bet your ass that he flew the whole roster over so he could fight the Big Dog, Lone Wolf and anybody else who dared. And Okoye and Nakia teaming with Nat and Wanda versus the Four Horsewomen? Well… you can just imagine that.
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