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Mutual Holds

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Prompt: “Would you be open to Dolph Ziggler with a slightly bigger girl and him being kinky af”

Pairing: Dolph Ziggler x PlusSized!Reader

Warnings/Promises: dirty talk, public dirty talk, SMUT, body worship, orgasm denial, oral (female receiving), Dolph being loud, being overheard, panty gagging (male), mutual choking (I don’t know if this would actually work or not, so be safe!)

Word Count: 1700

Note: In this fic, I tried not to put an overemphasis on the reader’s size. It’s mentioned, but not to the point of feeling self-conscience. If anything, I’ve made sure Dolph has gotten the reader super comfortable with her body by showing her already how much he loves every part of it. And this is filth. Loud and over-the-top, just like Dolph. I’m not usually a Ziggler girl, but this was fun to write. Thanks for the request. Got your own? Requests are open. Tag lists too. I hope you enjoy this!

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The ice in Dolph’s glass clinked together as he put it down to answer his phone. “Hey, Y/N. Whatcha need?” He swallowed hard as he heard you moan on the other end of the line.

“You. Need you.” You sighed high and desperate. Your shirt rustled as you played with your bare breasts under the fabric.

Dolph stole a glance at Drew, who shook his head with a smile and waved him off. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. See ya, Drew. Can you get… the tab, thanks.” He left the hotel bar with his phone still to his ear, listening to you. The elevator was thankfully empty when he got in.

You heard the ding of the doors closing and doubled your efforts knowing it would drive him crazy. Your breath hitched as you rolled your stiff nipples between your fingers.

“Baby girl, if you keep that up I might not make it to the room. Then where would you be?”

A mischievous thought made you bite your lip and hum. “Alone with my vibrator, I guess.” He didn’t have to know that you hadn’t even brought it.

“Is that so?” Dolph lowered his voice. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Cumming over the phone, knowing at any second someone could need a lift? What if my finger slipped and you ended up on speaker?” He chuckled low and dark. “But you’d like that. The thrill of getting caught. Bet it’s making you drip right now.”

He was right. He knew how right as he heard you keen. Your fingers moved to trail over the waistband of your shorts.

“Have you started without me, yet? I don’t care if you have or not, but I’m hoping you’re naked by the time I get there. You always get upset with me when your unmentionables end up a shredded mess.” The doors opened and Dolph hurried down the hallway. “Better move quick, Y/N. You know how I don’t like anything in my way.”

He couldn’t even insert his key into the door before you opened it just wide enough for him and dragged him in by his shirt. His phone fell to the floor as you ended the call from your end. He pinned you to the wall and ran his hands up your bare skin. You gasped as he grasped your ass and squeezed. While your mouth was open, he took it over. His tongue fought with yours, thrusting in time with his hips. You shivered and gripped his arms as the assault sent your already racing blood crackling through you.

You hummed in surprise as he pulled you away from the wall and guided you back to the bed. His clothes dropped almost as fast as yours had a few seconds before he got to the door. Your head fell back as he groped your breasts.

“Love these.” He kissed the tops of them then sank to his knees. “Love this very much.” He kissed over your mound and caught your fingers in his before you could twist them in his hair. He stood and titled your face up. “And I love doing this the most.” Dolph kissed you long and sweetly. You whimpered into his mouth when he squeezed you close. He pulled away from your hips bucking towards his length and laid out on the bed.

Biting your lip, you stayed put, waiting for his instruction. The power dynamic wasn’t something that could be labeled, but you both liked how it worked out, and the orgasms it brought. When he was situated, he beckoned you over by curling his finger. You bounced onto the bed and tried to straddle his chest facing his cock.

“Oh, no. This way, sweetheart.” He had you turn around so you could brace on the headboard. You pouted, making him laugh. “None of that. I’ll get mine, trust me. But right now, I don’t want you letting go of that headboard until I tell you too. You’re going to need it.”

“But… I can’t even reach back for you?”

“Nope. Now give me that peach.” He gripped around the meat of your thighs and pulled your sex to his mouth. You shuddered with his first movements. They were slow and teasing. It wasn’t going to stay that way for long. Or so you thought. Dolph wasn’t the most patient man when it came to you. Not that you were ever going to complain. He lapped at your clit and pulled away. “And one more thing, don’t cum either. Not until I say. Gonna ruin my goddess. Okay?”

You bit your lip and nodded, settling in for a surprise long ride. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Dolph set into beautifully torturing you with pleasure. Hitting all the points that made you buck towards his mouth. Humming and praising you until your skin was hot with blush. Adding fingers to reach for your g-spot. Your knuckles ached. It was hard to breathe and you arched, desperate to hold off. He brought you down just as slowly as he had built your near-release. You rested your head on your hands, and let out the breath you had been holding. Dolph kissed the inside of your thigh and rubbed your legs, praising your patience.  

“Now can I turn around?” you pleaded. Dolph dragged his hands up your sides to your breasts. He held them in his hands, flicking his thumbs over the tips. “Please, Dolph?” You whined his name.

He chuckled. “Okay, okay.” Keeping still, he watched as you happily shift directions. “Only touch.” Dolph smirked as you glared at him over your shoulder.

Fine. Dolph knew what he was getting himself into. You could be pretty vengeful in such circumstances, making it mutually worthwhile.

Just as he knew your weaknesses, you knew his. Using your nails on the tops of his thighs, you made him shudder out a gasp. Only touch. So that’s what you did. You sucked your fingers in your mouth and wet them noisily. His thighs tensed as you dragged them up the vein on his cock. Dolph was trying to distract you with curling his fingers into your heat, but you were on a mission. With one hand wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, you slowly stroked the rest. He moaned, shouting when you gave him a twist. Empowered, you sped your movements, freezing his actions on you.

His head fell to one side to lean against your leg. Rhyme and reason had nothing to do with the menagerie of sounds coming from him. You turned to sit across his legs. It pinned him beneath you, and also gave you the perfect view of his wrecked face. You tightened two fingers at his base and twirled the others under his balls. Dolph fisted the sheets.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.” He gave a shout as you put pressure in all the right places.

From the other side of the wall, your neighbor pounded and shouted, “seriously?”

You giggled and crawled to lay over him. “Shhh,” you said placing your finger over his lips. He gently nipped it between his teeth.

“No promises,” he whispered. He guided his length into you, filling you in one thrust that made you both shudder. You sat back on him, smiling as his hands scratched up your thighs before taking control of your hips. “Ride me. Oh, keep going.” His voice cracked, but he kept making noises that made your skin break out in goosebumps.

There was more banging. “Dude! Turn down your porn!”

Both of you froze, then burst out laughing. You hung off the bed and rustled through the heap of clothing. You came back with a grin and your panties. Dolph smelled them as you held them in front of his face.

“Damn. You were really desperate for me, weren’t you?”

You shut him up by stuffing them in his mouth. Hopefully, that would help keep you both out of trouble for a while. The glint in his eye suggested otherwise.

Loud or silenced, Dolph ruthlessly slammed you down over and over again. Your hips were bruised. Your skin was sensitive. Your blood was on fire. Dolph was shiny with sweat. His eyes were bright and focused on you. He was so close, as were you. Dangerously close.

Shivering with the will to hold off, you fell forward to brace yourself on his chest. He tugged your panties free and tossed them away, then reached up to cup your face. His touch slipped to rest on your neck. He gave you a test squeeze and tried to pull away, but you covered his hand with yours. His other hand slid down your thigh and took your hand on his chest, guiding it up to rest on his neck as well with his hand over yours. He squeezed your hand and around your neck with the same pressure. Dolph had the control, but you welcomed being able to be a part of it. 

Your senses dimmed to included just him. His body crashing into yours. His hoarse sounds. Filling you again and again. How his hips stuttered and his vision seemed to glow with focus too.

“Cum,” he whispered, releasing your mutual holds.

You were blinded and could feel nothing besides the rush and Dolph cumming with you.

He caught you on his chest and rolled so you were both on your side. After easing out of you, he pulled you close and kissed your forehead. You panted against each other for a few minutes. He peeked over your form to the clock, groaning with how early it still was.

“Are you tired? Tomorrow’s a sleep-in day, so we can get a heck of a lot of sleep if you want.” He closed his eyes with a sigh and rested his forehead on yours.

You ran your hand down his side to rest on his hip. “Not really.” You groaned as you shifted your legs. “But I am sore. In the best way.”

His eyes snapped open. “You know,” he drawled, “the best thing for sore muscles… is a nice hot shower.” He smirked. “Any takers?”

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Family Found Part 12: Nothing Has Changed

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Tournaments are set up for the Women’s title and for the Intercontinental. Neither are going to be easy on their opponents, and both have Kurt Angle at the end of his rope. The Reader wants Dean to let her speak for herself.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 2530

Note: Because I had no way of anticipating the announcement, assume the Evolution PPV was announced last week in the fic. I have also added it to my writing list and will build up to it as much as I can with the storylines I’ve been touching upon. Please give any feedback you thought up while reading this. I would really appreciate it. My requests and tag lists are still open. Enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 11: What’cha Got?

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Monday Night Raw – July 30, 2018 – Miami, FL

Corey, Coach, and Cole welcomed the home viewers to the show and began with reviewing the addition of the all-women pay-per-view: Evolution. October was still a long way off, but Kurt Angle wanted to get the show started with a match he hoped would show off the included talent. It was a tag-match between Mickie James paired with Sasha Banks against the team of Bayley and Alicia Fox.

It started well enough. Mickie was still riding off the high of her attack on you and Dean with Mojo. She and Alicia fought hard. They had participated in the earlier days of the women’s division and were soon going to have the chance to outshine their former matches. So they showed off. It didn’t matter if Sasha or Bayley switched in, the veterans were ready to introduce new move-sets that couldn’t wait for October. They were having the time of their lives. But the inevitable was bound to happen.

First, it was just screaming. Sasha would shout at Bayley from across the ring, and Bayley would ignore her a first. When Bayley was in the ring, Sasha’s statements were more in her face. Alicia had to shout loudly to keep her partner focused. When Sasha was in the ring, for one thing, Bayley would make sure she tagged out, and secondly, she pretended not to notice how rough Sasha was being.

Mickie tagged herself in when Sasha started ignoring the ref. “You’re gonna cost us the match.” Sasha tried to fight it, but Mickie took a stumbling Alicia from her. “Can you focus on the match and not your personal issues for ten minutes?” But a few minutes later, there was no choice but to tag Sasha back in. And Alicia had to tag Bayley too.

There wasn’t a pause, a stare down, or circling. The women immediately leapt at each other. Whatever had taken place at Extreme Rules was not the end. Sasha was still furious, and Bayley was more than willing to bring about the same outcome. But Sasha got the upper hand. The ref counted to five and could have counted to ten with Bayley’s legs stuck in the ropes and Sasha kicking her into the turnbuckles. The ref couldn’t get them apart, even when Bayley shook herself loose. Mickie and Alicia rushed in, but the women turned on their partners and fought them off so they could fight each other.

A few at a time, more women from backstage came out to split up the fight. Some branched off to handle their own business. By the time Kurt Angle came out, Nia had Sasha in one hand and Bayley in the other.

“What is this?” Kurt sighed and ran his hand over his head. “An amazing announcement was made last week that united you, and here you all are at each other’s throats. This was supposed to be a… and I had another announcement but I’m changing that one now.” That froze anyone who wasn’t paying attention before. “Summer Slam still needs a contender to face Nia for the Raw Women’s Championship. You can still fight tooth and nail, but this… anarchy and disregarding the ref’s calls is going to stop. Instead of a singles tournament, next week we are going to have a tag tournament. From the last tag team standing, those two women will battle it out to become the number one contender.” Kurt gave a huff, then left the stage.

Backstage, alliances were made fast. You snagged Natalya and Rhonda as they came back from the ring.

“What do you two make of having to fight towards the contender’s match together?’

The women shared a look, then Rhonda spoke first. “I’m not going to mind. If there’s anybody I want to face right before I try again at Nia, it’s Natalya. By getting to team with her, I’m ensuring that match can happen. If she wants to be my team-“

Natalya scoffed and broke in. “Of course I want to tag with you.”

They nudged shoulders while you asked your next question. “But do you see any possible issues once you have that match? You are sparring buddies, you train together, and now you’re going to tag together. Is that relationship going to be threatened at all by who wants the title more?” Rhonda was about to answer, but her attention was stolen by someone else. You turned and saw Sarah Logan and Liv Morgan standing behind you. So you had to think quick. “Do either of you see any future issues fighting for the same opportunity… assuming you are teaming together?” You offered them the mic.

Liv giggled and looked at Sarah. Sarah took your mic, looked at it, then tossed it across the hall. They left in a flurry of laughter that left the three of you confused and on edge.

Seth Rollins had a match with Mojo next. During the week they had shot tweets and videos at each other since Seth couldn’t let Mojo get away with his attack last week. Mojo shot back several up-front comments about his ability to watch Dean’s back, especially when he was looking to hit it with a chair. Or J and Jay. Or his head with a cinderblock. Mojo punctuated all his points with a gif of evidence.

By the time the match rolled around, Seth was done with putting up with Mojo. He attacked quickly, but Mojo was ready for the outburst. If anything, he was expecting it. Any of the usual quick, powerful moves Seth started with, Mojo had a reversal. Not to mention Mojo was tall, broad, and used to taking hits. He laughed each time Seth bounced off his chest.

He didn’t have to do anything. In his mind, Seth was going to tire himself out doing all the moves worthy of a cruiserweight with heavyweight flair, then he would tear him down. But when he tried to do the second part of the plan, it was too early. Seth still had plenty of energy, and he too could take a lot of hits. Drops. Collisions. Anything that Mojo threw at him. This was annoying to the point were Mojo wasn’t going for skill or ego-grounding, he was going for Seth’s knees. The first time, Seth took the hit and wrote it off. The second one made him step back with surprise. He set his shoulders back and prepared for war. Mojo grinned, then surged forward again. It wasn’t enough. Even with the definition of personal attacks, Seth stepped around them and fought back. Mojo was losing.

Seth set up for a frog splash. Mojo was motionless in the middle of the ring. The ref stopped waving his arms for Seth to get down, knowing it wasn’t going to work. Then everyone heard the record scratch. Distracted, the ref didn’t see Seth’s foot getting pulled from the top rope, sending him toppling into the ring.

Drew McIntyre called for Mojo to wake up. He did and crawled into position in time to hold Seth tighter than he could fight out of.

Mojo hurried up the ramp and out of the arena with Drew and a gloating Dolph Ziggler.

You hurried backstage, trying to get to your spot before Dolph and Drew would come out of Gorilla. Instead, you ran right into them as Mojo split away. Dolph saw you and waved for Drew to leave too.

“Hey, beautiful. And how are you on this fine evening?”

“I was great ‘til just now. Bye.” You tried to move past him, but he joined you on your way down the hall.

“Is there a particular reason why you refuse to talk to me? A stunning woman such as yourself shouldn’t be threatened by looks even as good as mine.”

You growled and turned to him. “No, couldn’t be threatened by that… or the lack thereof. Or how you keep interfering with my cousin’s matches. His brothers’ matches. How you sneak up on me during interviews like some thirsty vampire. No. Not a threat at all.” You clawed the air in the general direction of his face. “You are so incredibly stupid, Dolph. You repulse me. So go away, and leave me alone.”

Dolph threw an arm around your shoulder before you could get away. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Allow me to make it up to you?”

“Hey!” Dean yanked Dolph away from you and pinned him to the wall. “Can’t take a hint, buddy?”

“Dean, I’ve got this.” You tried to get between them and were only slightly successful. It had the unfortunate positioning for you to be pressed against Dolph’s chest.

“Awe, protecting me, sweetheart? I appre-“

“Zip it, Ziggler. Don’t you have interference to run with McIntyre?” He frowned but left. “And you,” you said, turning to Dean. “Why did you get involved?”

Dean frowned in confusion. “You wanted him to leave and he wasn’t listening. So I was going to make him leave.”

“He left because of me just fine a second ago.” You rolled your eyes with a huff.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Dean sputtered. “You haven’t rolled your eyes at me in over twenty years!”

“I am very much aware; it’s not like I’ve had a chance to.”

“I know. And I am still sorry for that.”

You sighed and flexed your jaw. “You know I don’t blame you for that. It’s just… I’m not five years old anymore. I am fully capable of defending myself, by myself.”

“I know. But you don’t have to do that anymore!”

For a second you just looked at each other.

“For not seeing each other for so long, nothing’s really changed has it?” you asked. “Still fighting, but now I know bigger words to battle with. And I don’t have to stand on furniture to do it.”

“Yeah.” Dean chuckled and shuffled on his feet. “Y/N…”

“I’ve gotta go do my job.” You walked away, leaving Dean standing alone with words unsaid. Your team was waiting for you with Bayley and Alicia. “Sorry I’m late.” You took the mic and dived right in. “So have you figured out who your tag teammates are going to be?”

Bayley smiled. “Nothing official, but things are looking good. And I haven’t fought Foxy in a while. Well… except for just now. No hard feelings I hope.” She smiled and accepted Alicia’s hug, then grabbed her suitcase to leave. Alicia shook her head and shifted her focus to Sasha as she stepped out of the shadows.

“Oh yes,” Sasha hummed. “Very promising. Right, Foxy?”

Alicia giggled. “Of course, hun.” She winked loudly.

You pointed towards the garage. “But what about-“

“Don’t worry about her.” Sasha left arm and arm with Alicia. You shook your head and cleared the air with your hands. Tonight was too much, and you wanted nothing else to do with it.

A few matches later, it was getting close to the still undecided main event. Kurt Angle had been running around trying to control things. He had barely seen the inside of his office for all the hustle and was probably not going to see it for the rest of the show. At the moment he was trying to hide by some stage crates so he could answer some emails. Elias interrupted him again, wanting to know who he was going to fight at Summer Slam for the Intercontinental Championship.

“I don’t know. And to be honest, I really don’t care.” He ran his hand down his face. “I don’t mean that. Just… how about a good ole fashioned tournament? That seems to be working here of late.”

Elias nodded in agreement. “’Tis the season.”

“Fantastic,” he said unenthusiastically. “I’ll add it to next week’s events.” Kurt typed away at his phone and went in search of a new hiding spot.

Turning, Elias found he couldn’t step forward due to a large Braun-sized obstruction. He took a deep breath and stepped way back. “Are you going to be participating in the tournament?”

“No.”

He nodded and combed his fingers through his beard. “That’s… interesting to hear. I don’t know whether to be upset that we don’t get to try our skills against one another or-“ Elias faded out. There was no way in cold hell that was going to openly admit to being thankful not to have to fight Braun.

“I don’t have time to deal with you. I’ve got Finn to look out for. I don’t like that he hasn’t used it for your title. Brock is mine at Summer Slam, title or no title. But when I win the Universal, I want to hang onto it for a while. If he tries to cash in his contract on me, I’m going to be ready for him.” Braun pushed Elias into the crates and stomped away.

Elias was counting his lucky stars when he heard a laughing from above. Looking up, he could just make out the form of Finn Balor sitting in the shadows. His red gear seemed to glow in the dim light. The briefcase sat close by his side.

“Are you busy tonight?” Finn asked, leaning forward into the light.

“Not really, no.”

Finn smirked. “How about a match? You and me. And no,” he said as Elias opened his mouth, “not for the Intercontinental Championship. As enticing as it might be to have two titles by the end of Summer Slam, I want to dedicate all my energy to the one I’ve been chasing the longest. But that leaves in a bit of dilemma until then.” He jumped off the crates and landed in front of Elias. “How can I use my contract to the fullest if I’m out of shape? No, we both need practice for the big events ahead. Why not tonight?”

The Drifter’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He didn’t like the way Finn was grinning at him. “I could go for that.”

Finn smiled brightly. “Good. I’ll tell Kurt.”

There was something sinister about the way Finn was moving around in the ring. Elias couldn’t put his finger on it, but it was unsettling. The more he tried not to think about it, the more worried he became of a loss this close to his title match. If Finn lost, everybody knew he would bounce back. If he lost, the wolves would be circling soon.

Finn was borderline playful in the ring. Toying with Elias like a cat with a ball of string. Or a spider with a fly. He would take hits well enough and in a long enough succession for Elias to think he had the upper hand, then his legs would be swept from underneath. Or Finn would come flying out of the air and Elias would find himself staring at the ceiling. Finn kept throwing off his rhythm.

In the end, there was nothing Elias could do. The Coup de Gras descended from the top rope like an angel of death. Elias’s title match had just gotten a thousand times harder.

On the other hand, Finn was beaming and ready for a change in the wind.

Part 13: Not This Time

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Three Birds with One Stone

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The Reader summons a demon for an act of revenge. When he shows up, there is an alternate price than she was expecting, but one she is glad to pay.

Pairing: Demon!Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: mentions of emotional abuse, being filmed, SMUT, oral (female receiving), some dirty talk, all the filth

Word Count: 1770

Note: Whew, this got dirty real quick. It wasn’t the fic I started with, but I’m happy with what came out. That’s what happens when I leave my brain unattended. Have an idea to keep my imagination on track? Please send a request! And my tag lists are open too. Hope you enjoy!

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“Voco te. Daemonium vindictæ. Uti odium meum. Da in manu mea desiderio meo. Voco te. Venis!” You threw the match into the bowl of ingredients and fell back as it consumed them in a large ball of flame. The drapes on your windows fluttered in an impossible breeze and the air crackled with energy. Then everything stopped. Coming back to your knees, you looked around the room and behind you, but nothing was there. The spell had failed.

“Everything alright there, sweetheart?”

You whipped around to see a man standing in front of your ‘altar.’ Stuttering, you did your best to say you were okay.

“Don’t be so scared. I won’t bite… unless you ask me to.” He winked with a smirk.

“I didn’t call you here for a flirt. I… I need help.”

The man, no, demon looked off in thought. He took a deep breath, then focused his attention back on you. “No.”

“What? But I-“

“I’m not the type of demon that makes deals. If you’re super desperate, I’ll send someone else. But I’m not-“ he stopped when he saw your spell. He picked up the paper you had scribbled it on from your college’s rare books library. “This seems kind of a harsh spell for just help.” He dropped it back to the floor. “Care to explain?”

Here goes nothing.

“My boyfriend… well, my ex… has been harassing me to give him a second chance. I don’t want to go back to him. But he keeps pointing out… very truthfully… that I don’t have anyone else to go to. No chances. Definitely no dates. I don’t need anything permanent, just something or someone to make the creep go away.” Your shoulders dropped and you looked at the floor. “I… I can’t let him take over again. It was hard enough getting away the last time.”

The demon sighed. “And you were going to sell your soul to get rid of this guy?”

You nodded. “I don’t really care where it goes. He’s already taken me to hell and back.” You remained motionless as he thought it over.

He groaned. “Okay, fine. But something like that is going to need a different kind of payment. Although…” his tongue darted out over his lip. “Considering the circumstances, it might just kill two birds with one stone. One for you, and one for the deal.”

The way his black eyes were beginning to rake over your body was making you shiver. You hurried to stand. “And what payment would that be?” You gasped as he was suddenly in front of you with his hand under your chin.

“A kiss.”

It wasn’t the worst thing he could have said, so you hesitantly closed your eyes and pursed your lips.

He chuckled. “Oh, no. If we’re going to show that jerk that you don’t need him, I want to kiss you… elsewhere.” There was the whisper of a cold breeze then you realized you were in your room. The demon poked your shoulder, sending you off balance. You fell onto the bed. “Okay, so three birds. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good fuck.”

You squeaked and tried to make yourself a small as possible. The demon took a step back and raised his hands.

“Here’s the plan: I go down on you while a camera is filming, you get blissed out, and then you send the tape to your ex to show him you can get some.”

“You think that would work?” you asked, leaning up on your forearms.

He smiled, and for a second you thought his black eyes flickered green. “If it doesn’t, then I haven’t held up my end of the deal.” He leaned back over you. “I can always deliver it to him in person and leave a personal message. He’ll be sure to understand that.”

“Just kissing… and you giving me oral? Then we can stop?”

He nodded. “Of course. Unless you want more. Though I have to warn you, it will ruin you for anyone else. And your voice is gonna be shot from begging.”

Your whole body shivered and flushed. You nodded adamantly.

“Okay. I’m Dean, by the way, since you’re going to need a name to scream.” He walked to one side of your bed to clear away a spot. With a snap of his fingers, there was a camera sitting on a tripod pointed at your bed.

“Dean? That doesn’t sound very… demon-ish.” You gulped when he stared you down. “I was expecting something… a little more ancient sounding?”

Dean shed his shirt layers. He sat next to you and guided you to straddle his hips. “I’m not that old. You ready?”

“Mhmm.”

“Good.” He snapped his fingers again and your clothes disappeared. The sudden red flashing on the camera was ignored as his lips gently pressed against yours. His hands kneaded your sides before making their way up to your breasts. You broke the kiss with a gasp as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. He sucked on your neck since your head was thrown back, humming as he went. The vibrations did wonders to your sweet spot. Dean moved on, mouthing across your collarbone and down between your breasts. You moaned as he nipped the tops of the swells. His chuckle rumbled through you and he guided you to roll your hips. Your chest heaved while the sparks began to work through your nerves.

“Dean,” you sighed.

“That’s it Y/N, tell me what you need.”

You moved your hips faster, grinding against the growing hardness trapped in his jeans. Dean rolled to meet you. Your toes curled, and you slumped into his chest with the sweetest orgasm you think you’d ever had. He turned to lay you on the bed and sank to his knees. You squeaked as he dragged you to the end so the juncture of your thighs was right in front of his face. He guided your hand to his head so your fingers could weave into his hair.

“Guide me.”

A chill set into your skin. Underneath, your body was steaming as Dean rubbed his scruff along the inside of your thighs. You were going to have beard burn; that was going to be new. There wasn’t room for any more expectations. Dean trapped your thighs around his head and spread your pussy lips. He inhaled deeply, then flattened his tongue against you. You arched, eyes already rolling back in your head as he continued. He was slurping loudly, unapologetically. Like he was destined to be there.

The buzzing was there. Simmering under the surface. If he did one or two things, this was going to be a short video.

Dean sucked down on your clit. He growled as your thighs clamped around his head, uncaring of oxygen or the lack thereof. His actions stuttered as you pulled on his hair. That spurred him on, though, and he doubled his efforts. You felt your world tilt as he stood and pinned your knees to his shoulders. With the blood rushing to your head, you felt apart with a hazy shout of his name. Your back was replaced on your sheets and you scrambled to pull him close.

“More,” you breathed. “Please, Dean. More?”

“Are you sure, sweetheart? I have warned you.” His smug smile did nothing but make you whine louder. “Alright, prepare yourself, honey.”

As if you could have.

You cried out as he sheathed into you in one thrust. He gave only a moment’s hesitation for you adjust, then set a brutal pace. The longer and faster he went the louder you screamed. Dean hooked his hands behind your knees and pinned them nearly to your chest. The deepened angle blinded you. And since you couldn’t see, you could feel everything. Your bodies snapping and slapping together. Your high-pitched whines and blubbering. His grunts and growls.

There was something ironic with how a demon was fucking you in a missionary position. Or so you thought. Then you weren’t thinking anything when Dean sucked on your nipples and toyed with your clit.

You were driven higher than you thought possible. Your legs began to shake uncontrollably.

“Dean. Dean. Dean,” you chanted.

“Yes, Y/N?”

The jerk was barely winded and here you were getting fucked within an inch of your life. So you contracted your walls and scratched your nails down his chest. Dean gave a roar and flipped you on top.

“You want to be in control then? Fine. See if you can cum from up there.” He had a death grip on your hips. Each upward thrust brought you closer and closer. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think. And you couldn’t come. Something was keeping you half a step away. You keened loudly. “Something the matter, Y/N?”

“Please let me cum. Please.”

Dean hummed and slammed you down on his cock, holding you there. “I don’t know. We’ve technically already sealed the deal. And you’ve cum once, already. Maybe I should go home?”

“No. No, please. Dean, please.” You squeezed your eyes shut and did your best to wiggle your hips in his grasp. “Feel so good. You haven’t cum. Please don’t leave me like this. Dean-“

He cut you off at a shout. Again, the pace was fast, relentless and hard. You could feel the bruises forming on your hips before he reached one hand up for your breast and the other down to your clit. He had to catch you as you arched and almost fell off the bed. He followed you a few thrusts later, gasping roughly and digging his nails into your skin.

Your sheets were pulled over your body and a pillow placed under your head. Dean was dressed in a snap. Or what could have been a snap. Your vision was blurry.

“That good, huh?” He placed a bottle of water on your nightstand. “Don’t fall asleep without finishing that.” Soon he had the camera and appeared ready to go.

You glared at the camera. “I don’t know if I want to share that now.”

Dean smirked. “Don’t worry. He’s only going to get one view to get off on, then it’ll erase itself. Mission impossible style.” He raised his hand to snap again but held off. “One more thing.” Your phone was in his hand a second later as he typed in his number.

“Demons have cell phones now?”

“Welcome to the technical age, sweetheart.” He tossed the phone to you. “If you have any more deals, or just want to have some fun, call me up.”

Before you could reply, he was gone.

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Prompt: “Are your requests still open? Cause I need some Drew McIntyre smut and that Joe fic you wrote blew my mind. Like y’all are already together and he gets jealous because Dolph keeps being a flirt. So, like possessive dommy Drew staking his claim.” – @ballins-princess  

Pairing: Dom!Drew McIntyre x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, oral (male receiving)

Word Count: 1430

Note: I apologize to any of my readers who like Dolph. He keeps getting hate in my fics… and will in this one too. He is a fantastic athlete, but I love to hate him with almost as much fervor as I do Miz. (There is a Dolph smut in the works though.) If you have an idea of your own, let me know! My requests and my tag lists are open. I hope you guys enjoy this. 

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Your cheeks hurt. Like ‘Oh my gosh will my mother ever stop taking pictures’ hurt. The hurt that reminded you of the ‘your face will freeze that way’ threat… as if hadn’t already.

“You have a really cute laugh, Y/N,” Dolph said for the millionth time that afternoon. “Are you from Tennessee?”

Heaven help you.

“’Cause you are the only ten-I-see on the roster.” He grinned, proud of himself as you forced yourself to laugh again.

“Did you steal that from Tye Dillinger? ‘Cause the ten-thing sounds like his style.” You leaned further back into the wall as Dolph leaned in like telling you a secret.

“Nah, it’s all me, sweetheart.”

He’s your love’s partner. You had to be nice to him. You couldn’t be the cause of issues. Drew had enough to worry about. You could handle this. For at least a few minutes more. Hopefully.

“Is this man both’rin’ you?” Drew strode into view over Dolph’s shoulder.

“No,” you breathed, relieved when Dolph moved away. “Thanks for the entertainment. Shall we?” You grabbed your purse and quickly rushed to Drew’s side. He was confused when you dragged him away until you were far enough away to take a breather.

“Was he botherin’ you?” The growl underlying his voice made you panic.

“No. Not at all. It’s just… it’s just Dolph you know,” you laughed. “You know how he never shuts up. Really.” You gulped as Drew crossed his arms. “Drew-“

He hummed to cut you short. “Don’t lie to me. What’s wrong?” He kept staring at you with the same intensity as you tried to brush it off. But he saw straight through you. “Yer raight. I know Dolph.” Drew took a deep breath. “Tha bugger doesn’ know when to keep his mouth shut. I’m gonna give ‘im a lesson.”

“No, Drew.” You placed yourself between him and the path back to Dolph. “Not tonight. Tomorrow, please. Let us have tonight. I’m with you,” you wrapped your arms around his waist and felt his tense torso relax, “and I want to enjoy tonight. With you.”

Still, Drew growled. “Fine. Tomorrow I’m gunna let ‘im know that his advances are… unwelcome.” It made you shiver to see him tilt his head in that way. The way he did when he was going to get something he wanted. “How attached are you to the plan of dinner?”

“Not at all.”

“Good.” He suddenly had you trapped between him and the wall with his hand resting on your throat. “Because Dolph can’t flirt with you if you can’t walk enou’ to leave tha bed.”

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Learning the Ropes Part 3: Perfect Student

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Prompt: “I have an idea about a third part of Lessons Learned if your requests are still open? I was thinking something involving Elias’s latest feud for the Intercontinental with Seth?”

When Dolph Ziggler takes the title from Seth Rollins, Elias feels like he could have tried harder, several times over. The Reader encourages him with their words in private and with their actions in a lonely hallway.

Pairing: Elias x TransMale!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: needy hallway smut, orgasm denial, devious plotting

Word Count: 1135

Note: This has turned into a nice little series. It definitely wasn’t the plan, but it is a welcome surprise. I wrote this before Extreme Rules, so Elias and the Reader discuss some plans that could waver either way. If you would like to send in a request of your own, they are open as are all of my tag lists. Please let me know if you liked this fic, and/or the whole series. Enjoy!

Part 1: Learning the Ropes (TransMale!Reader, S)

Part 2: Lessons Learned (F, S) 

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“Oh, no. Dolph’s got a hold of Seth’s tights!”

“The referee doesn’t see it… and that’s it. Dolph Ziggler is a six-time Intercontinental Champion.”

Elias growled next to you as he watched Dolph escape with the title that should have been his. “I think I’d even prefer it if Seth had held onto it.: His fingers tightened dangerously around the neck of his guitar. When you slid your hand over his, he loosened his grip. But the next thing you knew the guitar was in your hands and he was stomping off down the hallway.

You rushed to follow him.

“Elias! Hey,” you grabbed for his wrist, bringing him to an undesired stop. “Talk to me.” He muttered something and tried to keep walking. “No. We can figure this out. Tell me-“

“Serves me right for trying to win the title with actual skill. I should have known only something like that was going to beat Seth. I could have involved you. I could have-“

“-done a lot of things. You still can.”

Elia slumped into the wall beside you. “I don’t think I can,” he whispered. “Roman, Finn, Seth. How many times do I have to lose an opportunity before it gets through my thick skull? I’m not made to be a champion.”

You didn’t know what to say. So, you kissed him. And you kept kissing him until he was pulling you into a dark hallway. The only shelter besides the shadows were towers of stage boxes on either side. You let him take control of your mouth, of your oxygen.

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What Do You Need?

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Prompt: “I love your Elias stuff!! I don’t ever see much written about him. Could you write about how he has feelings for a female superstar on the roster but acts like a jerk to hide it away? One cute encounter leads to a sexy night. BTW you’re so talented!!” [Thanks, hun!]

Pairing: Elias x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: bad flirting (don’t do this), some language, SMUT

Word Count: 1810

Note: WWE Week continues with this crack-turned-smutty fic. Thank you for this request. I was looking for help with bad flirting stories and found a tip list that made my day and really made this fic. I hope you all like it. If you do please let me know, and if you have ideas of your own my requests are still open. Same goes for my tag lists. (WWE, 205 Live, individual wrestlers as listed on the masterlist, and other fandoms.) Enjoy!

It was weird, even for him. Elias had never been super talkative, though he didn’t shirk from your company either. Now he couldn’t seem to decide which one he wanted to flip on its head first. Some days he would stumble and say anything in his head to you. On others, he would leave the room when you entered. It was starting to make your head spin.

Then things got weirder. On the days he didn’t disappear, he would stare at you intently. He’d catch your eye then never let his gaze drop. His face would remain just as placid as if looking at the horizon, and he blinked. You changed up how you blinked to make sure he did.

“Elias, are you okay?” you finally asked him. “You’ve been acting differently lately.”

He bobbed his head. “I could say the same thing about you.”

“Huh?” Had you been acting differently? There was that one thing… but-

“I hadn’t been able to put my finger on it for the longest time. But now I know your secret.”

Your heart stopped. How? You leaned in close to him, attempting to keep anything he said next just between the two of you. “You do?”

He hummed. “And the more I learn about you… well.” He leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers behind his head.

“Elias, how the… never mind.” You dropped your voice to a hoarse whisper. “If you really want to spoil it, please do it to the right people. Or if you are my friend, keep it under wraps. Please.” You shoved away from the table and left. In your haste to get away, you missed seeing him panic.

Every time you saw him after that he would wink at you. Excessively. Like he needed eye drops. When you got some for him from the medics, he threw the bottle against the wall and stomped off. He didn’t wink at you anymore. From there, he avoided looking at you at all.

You didn’t realize you’d pissed him off so much until he bumped into you. It could have been the unfortunate combination of his broad shoulders and the narrowness of the hallways. That’s what you thought. But then he weaved into your path just to bump you. And they were too frequent to be chance. It was like he was looking for you just to bump into you. He only stopped when you flattened against a wall when he came into view.

You groaned out loud when he strummed his way into one of your backstage promos. It took everything you had not to sassily ask him if he was talking to you now.

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Fourth or Fifth of July

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Prompt: “Oh! I have a request & it’s sorta based off of Finn & Noam’s 4th of July antics (I have a feeling, like I’m almost 99.9% for some reason that Noam was the one to take the picture of Finn’s ass!) but could you possibly do a smutty fluffy 4th of July Imagine where the Reader & her boyfriend(s) Noam & Finn (Poly relationship, if you’re not comfortable, then it’s fine and just choose one!) are celebrating with friends, drink, swim & shoot fireworks & etc! I can send more detail in if I need too! 💕”

Pairing: Noam Dar x Reader (Y/N) (Just Noam, sorry. I’m not ready to write a threesome… yet.)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, FLUFF, fireworks and so many smutty firework puns (sorry, not sorry)

Word Count: 1160

Note: I have no problem with writing a poly relationship. Right now, smut-wise, that’s too many limbs than what I want to handle at the moment. I might revisit this prompt later though and rewrite it to the full request. This is the last WWE fic for the week, but I have several more requests to answer and I will, soon. If you’ve got an idea of your own, my requests are still open. If you don’t have your own idea just yet, but don’t want to miss a fic about your favorites, my tag lists are open as well. Reblogs and comments are really appreciated if you enjoyed what you read. Happy reading!

“Are you both going to Finn Freeze?” you giggled. Finn snapped into his pose, while Noam took a quick look before following. “Perfect.” Noam rushed up and stole your phone.

“Now we ‘ave to get a picture of Finny’s red, white, and blue ass.” You both laughed as your friend quickly turned and pulled his shorts low enough to show off his bruise. As much fun as you were having now when you had first seen it you’d almost went after Baron yourself. Lucky for him, today’s excitement was the perfect distraction.

“Come on, love,” Finn said, “time for Noam to see you in that bathin’ suit I helped pick out.” He threw his arm over your shoulder and Noam wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Hey!” you squealed. You eyed both of your boys trying to figure out which one had snapped your top string. When neither was forthcoming with a guilty face, your reached around and snapped the front of their swimming trunks. Then before they could catch you, you ran towards the pool dropping cover shirt and towel as you went. The water rescued you for a bit, then betrayed you as Finn and Noam cannonballed in just as you resurfaced.

Several hours and springboard flips later, the sky was dark enough for the main event. And there was enough of it for several more hours.

You and Noam set up the next array of fireworks, spread out enough for safety. Satisfied, you grabbed your phone and started filming Finn setting them off. Getting antsy, you shifted your weight. The fuses were taking so long to take, and they were starting to go off before Finn could finish the line. He rushed to stand to the side as they shot to the sky, rattling you all with their concussive blasts.

Noam looked over at you, watching the colors reflect in your eyes. You caught him and smiled. He slid up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. His lips pressed into the side of your neck, then he rested his chin on your shoulder.

With each boom, you shivered. It was amazing how a little gunpowder and some elements could create such bright colors. Copper to make blue. Iron and carbon to make gold. Strontium to make red. Add fire to a fuse, and up they went, to explode and fill the sky with their brilliance. It made you breathless.

Your feet were brought back to the ground by a hard object pressing into your backside.

“Noam, darling, what are you doing?” You squeaked as he rolled his hips in time with the explosions.

“I’m warming you up for your fourth of July fuck.”

As much as that made you clamp your thighs together, you checked your phone. “Sounds nice, but it’s rolled over to the fifth.”

“Fourth or Fifth, I’m still gonna ravage ya.” He nipped at your neck and pulled you back towards the house. Nobody seemed to notice, not that it would have stopped you if they did.

The wall he pinned you to vibrated with the celebration happening in the backyard. You couldn’t breathe because Noam was dominating your mouth. Your fingers wove into his hair while his trespassed under your swim-cover. His nails dug lightly across your lower back, making you gasp. With your head thus tilted back, he kissed and nipped and sucked at your neck. You bit your lip with a moan as he slid down your swimming bottoms and gripped tightly at the globes of your ass. His clothed length rubbed over your front with desperate frequency until you were begging for anything.

‘Anything’ began with his fingers. They scissored you open and worked you up to a dripping mess. Noam chuckled into the valley of your breasts each time you jolted under his touch. Your clit was well tended too, though he kept you just out of reach of release.

“Please Noam. Everyone’s going to be coming in soon.”

“And?” He laughed and latched onto your lips. His fingers curled into that spot that made your knees weak but it still wasn’t enough.

“Noam,” you whined, “stop teasing. I thought you said you were going to ravage me?”

He pulled back with a smirk. “I di’ say that didn’ I?”

Your face broke into a wide smile as he dropped his trunks to the floor and pulled your thigh over his hip. Your head fell back into the wall with a thud covered up with the blasts. Noam worked into you, grunting and heaving until he was fully inside you. You gripped at is shoulders, grounding yourself from floating away. When you were mostly under control, you clamped your walls around him.

That first slow thrust was like the first firework on the fourth. Breathtaking and sparkling. It made you breathless and inspired. You did your best to meet his thrusts. It was too hot, so you shed your shirt. Noam freed your breasts from their cups and caught them in turn in his mouth to suck and moan around them. You keened loudly for more, for him.

And he gave it to you.

Noam twisted you around from the wall to lean you over a reading chair. He thrust hard back into you, making you cry out. His hand splayed wide over your spine, pinning you down even as you arched. He sped up. You couldn’t hear your skin snapping together, but you could feel it. You were both panting. Needy and desperate. And so close.

“Noam,” you moaned.

“I’m right be’ind ya. You feel so good, Y/N. Clampin’ d’wn on my cock. Everyone jus’ outside. My dirty girl. My girl. My… come on, Y/N. Cum for me.”

Your nails dug into the fabric of the chair, and you lost traction on the floor as your toes curled. Noam pushed on you harder, tipping you forward as he chased his finish. His cock swelled, and his cum filled you up, sending you into another spiral that blinded you.

His hands massaged up and down your back until your legs stopped shaking. He retrieved your shirt and bottoms, guiding your legs into them as you sat on the arm of the chair. You pulled him down for another kiss. One that was exhausted and soft.

“We should prob’ly get back out there,” he muttered against your lips. You sighed in agreement. Noam chuckled as he helped you to your feet.

You made it back outside just in time for the grand finale. Some of the more practiced practitioners had rigged together a system to set off the rest of the fireworks in a faster and safer manner. The spectacular display filled the sky, setting your heart to thudding. Noam took your hand and gave it a squeeze for each of the receding fireworks.

When you went to bed, other homes were still setting theirs off, and Noam gave you a spectacular finish to those too.

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Okay 👌🏾..

I’m absolutely D O N E 🙈

Yo. Get ya mans @ballins-princess @sugasfatgf

@caramara3 happy birthday 🎂 🙈

@empress-with-the-crown This is the best present ever!!!!

Girl.. 👀 I was about to say some off the wall shit but imma act right lol

SAY IT

.. 👀🙈 Could yall just imagine him climbing over top of you in bed with his arms and abs flexing? Could yall imagine him climbing into that 🐱 👀

Imagine him using that strength to place your thighs on his shoulders, then he picks you up and holds you up against the wall while he makes sure the neighbors know his name since you won’t stop screaming it.

Okay, bye.

@neversatisfiedgirl How dare you?! *faints*

Just be happy I don’t mention the way he pins your hips in place if you try to squirm away when you’re really sensitive, and he teases you before he continues to give you a tongue-lashing…

Oops.

*revives just so I can faint again*

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I love you too! 😁😁

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Family Found Part 11: What’cha Got?

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Finn Balor and Baron Corbin square off to see who will really get to use the MitB contract, and Nia and Ember main event for the Raw Women’s Title. Dean finds out about the Reader’s secret and wants to see how important it is to her.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 2330

Note: Elias’s song is based on “Gollum’s Song,” because I don’t know enough classic rock to write off of yet. Things are getting exciting, and I am super jealous of Cincy this week. Please let me know if you have been liking this series. Reblogs are a blessing, and comments are a gift. If you’ve got a request or a tag list you’d like to be on, both options are open as always. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 10: Unfortunate Circumstances (Extreme Rules) 

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Monday Night Raw – July 23, 2018 – Cincinnati, OH

“The salvation of WWE is here.” Elias strummed brightly and rightened his mic. “Last week I proved to Seth Rollins that when you walk with Elias…” he paused as the audience echoed him. “See, you all get it. When you walk with Elias, champions are shown to be flukes, and the unworthy are surpassed.” There were boos at that statement, and ‘burn it down’ chants that withered away.

Elias shifted on the stool. “I have a song that is more for me than the undeserving lot of you, but you need to hear it anyway. It will show you the way. The way I have found and the way that you need to travel so that you can reach the heights of accomplishments. Not as high as me, but as high as your miserable lives can reach.” He ignored the unsatisfied sounds of his crowd and began his song.

“Where once was night, now hope is come. Where once was wrong, truth has won. Seth say goodbye. We saw how did you try. Those tears you cry, are falling rain. For all the lies you told them, the hurt and blame. And you will weep, again so alone. You have lost, now the title is home. Here in the end, I’ll be what I will be. The true champion that you could never reach. Now I’ll say goodbye, and raise my title high.”

Elias stood, braced his guitar on his thigh, and held the Intercontinental Championship above his head. The reception to his song was mixed. Not that he cared. For once, he had gotten to sing a full song, and he had reached his goal.

From the titantron, Kurt Angle made the announcement that everybody had been waiting for.

“I have been working all week with Paul Heyman and Vince McMahon. An agreement has been made. Brock Lesnar will be defending his title at Summer Slam against Braun Strowman.” He paused with a smile as the crowd approved. “Furthermore, if he attempts to back out of this appearance again, he will immediately be stripped of his title. Because that’s how we do it here on Monday Night Raw from here and moving forward.”

Once Elias was gone, Baron Corbin and Finn Balor made their way down to the ring. JoJo announced that the match was for the Money in the Bank contract. Whoever won the match would win control of it and could use it for any championship title. Baron smirked, sure that he had his second chance in hand even before the bell rang. Finn smiled back, even as he handed over the briefcase to the ref.

Baron made the first attack. He used his height and slight strength advantage to keep Finn off his feet. With the Balor Club leader unable to even stand, he couldn’t use his rope skills to gain the upper hand. He was able to throw Baron out of the ring for a second, but the lone wolf came around the ring post and slid back into the ring for a clothesline. Baron focused on Finn’s legs and knees from there. He flourished his attacks with chokeslams.

But his customary gloating was his downfall.

Finn contorted out of the Deep Six that would have finished him and dropped Baron’s head to the canvas. He gained the upper hand at last. While Baron was quick himself, Finn was faster. Snappier. And his lithe frame made him harder to catch when he was on a roll. He bent Baron in half with a blow to the stomach, then sent him down with a dropkick. Finn grinned at the audience when they realized Baron had landed perfectly in front of the corner.

Coup de gras. One. Two. Three.

The ref handed Finn the briefcase. While his back was turned, Baron made it to his feet and ran at him. His blow didn’t hit his intended target. Instead of Finn’ kidneys, Baron’s fist collided with the briefcase as Finn spun.

Balor left the ring with a dark smile, leaving Baron scowling and clutching his hand.

You were late.

Finn had just walked around the far corner and out of sight. You waited patiently, knowing Baron would be along soon, if a bit angry. Nothing you hadn’t dealt with before. He came out and groaned when he saw you.

“Mr. Corbin,” you trotted to keep up with his retreating form. “Can I-“

“No. You can’t.”

With a huff, you tried again. “Please, Mr. Corbin-“

“What is it with you calling everybody Mr. and Ms.?” He stalked over to you, making you take a few steps back. “No. The match didn’t go as I wanted.” He took another step closer. “Yes, I still have issue with Finn Balor.” You bumped into something and stumbled to brace yourself. “And, no. I do not want to answer any of your annoying questions.”

“Corbin.”

You peeked around and saw Dean standing a couple yards away. Baron chuckled.

“Here to rescue your cousin?” He stepped to one side so you could move to stand with Dean. “What happened, Y/N? Couldn’t find a chair to stand on this time so you called back-up?”

“Watch your mouth, Corbin.” Seth and Roman emerged from the shadows on his other side. They stared him down as he realized just how outnumbered he was. He left with a huff.

Letting out your breath, you turned to Dean and crossed your arms. “Was it chance, or have you been keeping tabs on me? Since when does the Shield swoop in to save interviewers?” He moved to say something, then pointed at his brothers to do the talking. Roman took the bait.

“There’s usually at least one of us keeping an eye on you.” Before you could argue, “you’ve been making waves since you got here.”

“But that’s what the training has been for,” you groaned, “right?”

“Training?” Dean whipped back and forth between you. “What training?”

You cleared your throat. “Well… Seth offered. Then Roman. And technically some of the Smackdown crew offered first.

Dean was hovering between fuming and irritated calm, settling for bouncing his leg. “Oh? And who would that be?”

You thought back. “Well, Charlotte offered. Then Naomi. Jeff Hardy, Becky… Sheamus-“

“Sheamus!”

“Yeah,” you squeaked. “He’s been really helpful and doesn’t take it easy on me like a lot of them do.”

Seth cut in, “have you beaten him yet?”

“No, but I’m close.” You turned back to Dean. “So, I’m covered. Really. You guys don’t have to… do… this. Whatever it is.”

Shaking his head, Dean disagreed. “We’re not going to stop being your shadow until I see this for myself.”

Was he-? “So… you want to see me wrestle?” All of you seemed shocked, including Dean once it registered. “Could… could I wrestle you? I mean, that would be the best way for you to see what I know.” You trailed off, again holding your breath. This was crazy. Twenty years no contact, then being reunited only to fight one another within a few weeks? There was no way he was-

“Well… we are in Cincinnati. Every town loves a homegrown star. You got gear?” He smiled as you eagerly nodded. “I’ll go talk to Kurt. You change out. If you really want to do this.”

“Yeah.” You gave his shoulder a playful nudge. “Just promise you won’t take it easy on me, or get angry when I hit you good.”

“Gear first. Smack talk later.” He shoved you gently to get moving down the hallway. Seth offered to help you find padding while Roman stayed with Dean. “So, she’s been training with you for how long?”

“Oh, a couple months on top of some free kickboxing classes she got in college. Should have told you, sorry about that.” Roman placed his hand on Dean’s shoulder. “And Uce… she moves like you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. All on her own. Unprompted. Freaked Seth and I both out the first time. It’s going to be a great match.”

Dean chuckled. “We gotta convince Kurt first.”

Kurt didn’t need convincing at all. He gave you guys the last spot before the main event between Nia and Ember.

Seth and Roman were going to stay backstage. They didn’t want to over-direct your movements in the ring, though they were humorously averse to not being able to mess with Dean. Seth promised to keep a list of things to work on.

Per your request, you had music to enter with too. Dean went first, basking in the homecoming and bouncing his way down to the ring. Your music started with a similar guitar riff that changed and dropped into a melody. It was one of your favorite songs with the words removed.

Entering the arena as a competitor, even if it was against Dean, was something you were never going to forget. The roar of it all filled your ears like an energizing static. And it was Cincinnati. They knew you were family. There was so much love. You hoped that you were going to be able to uphold their expectations, and the expectations of everyone who had helped you get this far. You wondered if your parents were watching.

The bell rang.

Despite what he was going to say later, Dean was taking it easy on you. And despite part of you screaming that was unfair, you were glad he was. Sparing with your friends/trainers was one thing. Wrestling with several thousand pairs of eyes watching? It was terrifying. It had been all love a few minutes ago, but now they wanted to see the Lunatic Fringe and if you had any of that in you too.

“Come on, Y/N. What’cha got?” he taunted playfully. Right before you swept his legs out from under him and moved for your first pin.

Mostly you were avoiding getting hit. At one point you ducked under Dean’s clothesline and ended up sitting on a top turnbuckle. When Dean finally found you, you gave him a cheeky smile and a finger-wiggling wave that made him beam. It was also your position for the move you’d been working on. Dean headed in your direction, but you spun off the ropes and swung your fist like Roman showed you. You were able to give most of it to Dean, though he turned a little and was able to get back to his feet.

“What the hell was that?” he asked, holding his jaw.

“A… um… tornado punch?” You shrugged.

He nodded. “I like it.”

After that, it was mostly showing off. He got you a few times, though you had to admit Sheamus hit you much harder. You impressed him by getting out of a Dirty Deeds and nearly dropping him in one of your own. He circled the ring with you following his steps. Your cheeks were probably going to be more sore than the rest of you with all the gleeful smiling you couldn’t control. And he didn’t take advantage when you were distracted by the first chanting of your name.

But others did.

Dean gave a shout as a forearm came from the corner of your eye. You saw him go down at the same time as you. The ref was yelling for your attackers to get out of the ring. The match was ended, but the assault continued. Hands wove their way into your hair and lifted you to your feet. Mojo Rawley had a hold of Dean and Mickie James had a hold of you. They hit you both in the stomach, bowing you in half, before making their escape back the way they came.

From your kneeling positions, you looked at each other with equal confusion.

“What the hell was that?” you asked.

“Welcome to WWE,” Dean quipped. He helped you to your feet and gave you a pat on the back. “You’ve been taught good. I’m impressed.”

The pain in your stomach was overwritten with pride. A pride that continued to swell when the crowd starting cheering again. You two left, nudging and bumping each other up the ramp like you used to do when Dean would pick you up from school.

Nia Jax and Ember Moon were unbothered by the actions of Mickie. If anything, there was one less woman to worry about since her attention was split.

It was a mix of styles from two powerful women. Ember was fast, but Nia had dealt with that before. She easily caught Ember a number of times, throwing her over her shoulder for Samoan drops, bench presses, and gravity drops. Ember had survived just as much before. While it was unfortunate to get snatched off her feet so easily, she also knew where and when to hit Nia to cut her down the most.

Nia was impressed. Few women actively engaged in matches with her. In an honorable way that is. Ember was obviously not following in the footsteps of the opponents before her who would run away or attack from behind. She looked Nia in the eye and gave as much she got. Nia appreciated it. What she didn’t appreciate was how Ember was beating her. The speed, though waning, was proving to be formidable.

Ember got Nia in position for the Eclipse. She was seconds away from her first main roster title, but that was seconds to many. Nia turned and caught her leap, then threw her to the match before performing a leg drop that finished the match.

The ref handed Nia back her title, who held it overhead while he lifted her hand and Ember heaved in pain.

“You did good,” Nia said. “I was better.” She smiled and held the title in Ember’s face. “But I get the feeling this is going to be yours one day. Not any time soon,” she laughed, “but we’ll fight again.”

Ember accepted the hand Nia offered. “I look forward to it.”

Part 12: Nothing Has Changed

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We’ve Missed You

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Prompt: “Hi! Can you do like a super fluffy and smutty one-shot for Noam Dar? Maybe the process of him returning, and when he finally returns, the Reader tells him they’re pregnant after he wins the fatal four way and they celebrate? ❤️💜”

Pairing: Noam Dar x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: pregnancy announcement to SO, SMUT, FLUFF, language

Word Count: 1225

Note: I’m probably never going to tire of writing fics like this. Thank you anon for the request! If anyone could let me know if I’m getting his characterization right, especially his accent, I would greatly appreciate it. Got your own idea? Requests are open. Got a favorite character you don’t want to miss? Tag lists are open too. Enjoy!

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You couldn’t stay still. Any second now, Noam was going to walk through the door. He had made a successful return to wrestling after his injury. You would have been lying if you said you weren’t worried the whole time you watched him fight Travis Banks, Flash Morgan Webster, and Mark Andrews. Every time he landed hard or twisted funny you cringed and covered your face, though letting your eyes peek out through your fingers. All of this stress couldn’t be good for your body, or for what it was making.

Keys jingled outside the door.

This was it. You stood at the other end of the hall, playing with the hem of your skirt. Between your nerves and your desperation to see him, you couldn’t tell if you wanted to run to the door or to the bedroom to lock yourself in.

“Knock, knock. Anybody ‘ome?” Noam’s head popped up from behind the door. His face filled with a bright smile when he saw you.  

Running to him won out.

Noam did his best to catch you, dropping his bags. He laughed and tried to keep up as you covered his face with a flurry of kisses. “So ya missed me, huh?”

“Mhmm.” You pressed your lips to his, holding them there for a second before pulling back to an arm’s length. “And I… there’s something I….” Wow, your heart was beating fast. “How was the flight?”

“It was fine,” he drawled out. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You laughed at his confused face. “I’m just… nervous.” That did nothing to relax him. “Come here, dear.” You lead him to the couch and sat next to him. “Soooo, you remember how we spent your last night here before you flew off for some last-minute physical therapy and the tournament?’

He smirked. “Oh yes.” He scooted closer to you. “Are we goin’ to try to top that?”

One track mind.

“Maybe,” you chuckled. “But back to that night. Kinda. That was a month ago. Umm,” you giggled. Man, if your hormones were out of whack now…

“Y/N, darlin’, you’re startin’ to freak me out a bit.” Noam was so serious. He took your hands and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

“I’m good, I promise. Then a few mornings ago I felt funny. Made a phone call. Then another, for a second opinion. Then I took a little test.”

It was starting to dawn on him. His eyes were wide, but he was waiting for you to say it. You took a deep breath.

“It came out positive.”

Noam sat back. He was doing his best to remain calm. Breathing deeply. Running his hands back an forth on his thighs. Thinking hard.

“Are you… are you pregnant?”

You nodded.

“Whew.” Noam stood up and placed his hands on top of his head. He walked around the room but ended up sitting on the floor. He looked up at you with a small smile. “You… we… I’m gonna be a dad?”

“Oh, baby. Yeah, you’re gonna be a dad.” You went to sit with him, but he jumped to his feet. With a huff, you tried to tell him you didn’t suddenly become delicate. He sat you on the couch and kneeled between your legs. He kissed at your stomach and murmured something. “Noam, darling. It’s too early.”

“Don’t care. Practice. Not that I need practice being on my knees for ya.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

With a hum, you rolled your hips. “And another thing. Something else I’ve learned about being pregnant, besides the waves of morning sickness, is that I am… incredibly horny.” You leaned forward and rubbed your hands over his shoulders. “And I’ve missed you.”

Noam ran his hands under your skirt to the top hem of your panties. You angled up so he could remove them. His nose trailed up your inner thigh before he leaned up to kiss you deeply. You fisted his shirt in your hand, sighing when his hand sneaked under your shirt. His appreciative groan of your bare breasts made you flush with pride. He buried his face in your neck and kneaded your breasts to peaks until you were squirming for more. Noam gently pushed you back to lean into the cushions and sank back to his knees.

You spread your legs, squealing when he pulled you closer to the edge of the couch. His scruff rubbed against your thighs, making you shudder a gasp. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears as he nosed one more time at your abdomen, then began to eat you out. Holding to the back of your knees, he kept you from closing your legs. Your toes curled as he lapped at your clit. His excitement and hunger from missing you built up quickly, pulling you over with a shout as you curled your fingers in his hair.

He chuckled as you fell over to rest on the throw pillows, laying out over the length of the couch.

“Are you sated?”

“Never.”

“Lucky me.” Without bothering to completely undress, Noam stood and maneuvered to half kneel-half stand between your legs. He pulled your thighs over his hips, teasing his length along your lips. Your skirt was flipped up so you could see what he was doing, which just made you more needy. He squeezed at the globe of your ass while you whined. “Think we could make twins?”

“I don’t think that’s how it works, but you are welcome to try. Just fuck me, please, baby.” You begged and pleaded with him for more, but Noam worked into you slowly, rubbing your thighs all the while. When he did finally bottom out, you fell back into the pillows with a smile. Noam grunted while your walls fluttered to the stretch of him.

When you were ready, you swiveled your hips. Noam met your movements. Jolts of pleasure crackled through your body from your fingertips to your toes. Your eyes closed in bliss. Noam kissed over them then down to the spot on your neck that never failed to make you shiver. Both of your movements went faster the longer he sucked on your neck. His hands played with your breasts through your shirt. Your breath hitched in your throat.

Noam was desperately moaning above you. His actions were drawing out your own delighted sounds. His chest bumped into your with heaving almost as often as your hips met. Wrapping his arm around the small of your back, he deepened the angle his thrusts were hitting you at, making your eyes cross and your mouth fall open.

“Noam-“

“I’m ‘ere, love. I’m right behind ya.”

With a whimper that descended into a soft shriek, you clawed at his back. Noam’s hips stuttered as your walls tightened around him, sending him into his own release. He fell back to the other side of the couch, taking you with him so you were laying on his chest. The aftershocks shook your body less and less while he rubbed your back.

You curled into his chest with a small yawn. “I’m glad you’re home.” You grabbed his hand and placed it over your stomach. “We’ve missed you.” You felt his chest swell with pride, then his kiss on your forehead. Sleep was a few seconds away.

“Do you think it’ll be a girl or a boy?”

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