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Prompt: “Can I request Drake Maverick x Plus!reader with height difference? Maybe she’s feeling down on herself, like she sees most of the other girls as incredibly dainty and small and she just feels huge and hideous. Drake finds her, and helps her feel like the beautiful babe she is. (A bit of dominant!drake as well?) 💕💕💕” – @morie-leigh  

Pairing: Dom!Drake Maverick x PlusSized!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: height difference, body insecurities, SMUT, dirty talk, body worshiping

Word Count: 1650

Note: I’m so sorry this took so long to get out. In theory, there’s a new rotation of fic I’d like to try out. That should be happening soon, and it should help me get my fics out more regularly. College is hard, babes. I hope this is what you wanted, sweetie!

He was yours, but she looked like she should have been his. Because of his leadership of Authors of Pain, Drake got to be on Raw with you. With other women like Alexa and Ember and the Bella twins.

Then there was you. Almost as tall as the guys in heels and imposing. Looking at you, anybody not in the know would have never pinned you as Drake Maverick’s wife.

Drake saw you shift your gaze.  He wrapped up his conversation with Ember. A moment later he was at your arm taking your hand. “Hey.” His soft, cheery voice couldn’t make you look at him. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you lied.

“No, you’re not,” he whispered. Drake squeezed your hand. “Think you could tell me when we get home?”

You nodded and squeezed back. It was impossible to leave until he released your hand, and only after giving your knuckles a kiss.

You could have hugged Triple H for scheduling the show in your hometown, where you and Drake lived. Part of you said it had been planned long before the shot to your confidence. The rest of you didn’t care.

“Home sweet home,” Drake chirped, dropping your bags by the front door. They could be dealt with in the morning. Before you could escape upstairs, his arms were wrapped around your waist. “Can you talk to me?” He came around to your front as your stomach clenched in knots. Your brow was worried as you tried to find the words. With a knowing sigh, Drake led you to the living room couch. He sat down first, then pulled you to straddle his waist.

“Drake-“

“Hey, I’ve been training with my team. You’re not going to crush me, trust me.”

With a nod, you did as he directed. It meant his face was right at your chest, and he only pulled you closer. He liked being smothered by you. In return, he smothered you with love and adoration.

“What do you need tonight, dear? Tell me. Do you want me to ravish you? Make you feel every bit of my love?” He gave a quick pat to your ass that made you jump. “Or do you need a long night? Slow and every second given towards telling you how much I love each and every cell of your body?”

You gulped and looked away. “Can… can you…”

“Go on, love. It’s okay. What do you need? I’m here to listen.”

Pain blossomed in your bottom lip as you bit it. He reached up and soothed you stop. “Drake, can… can you remind me why you love me? I’m too large. Too heavy. Too tall. And maybe I’m a little jealous? I love having you on the same show, but… you look like you match more with the other women than you do me. All my fears are so loud in my head, spinning and confusing me. I know you love me… I’m having trouble remembering why.”

Drake ran his hands up your thighs. “I can do that.” His hand continued around to your back and under your shirt. “It could take me days to tell you why I love you; there’s so much to cover. Your laugh. The way your face lights up when you win a match. How your eyes catch the light when they catch mine. Beautiful, and smart to boot. A brilliant strategist. But your body… that could take me all week.”

It was easy to follow his instructions. No shirts allowed. No pants. No undergarments. That went for him too. Drake sat back down but made you stand. He kept his face neutral while his eyes raked your body. Then, as he made you turn, he hummed in hungry delight before snatching you to straddle his waist again.

“I love these.” Drake gripped handfuls of your thighs. “I love the power of them. It’s one of my favorite things to watch you wrap them around somebody’s throat and take them to the mat. And that is only topped when they squeeze around my head when I go down on you.” He guided your face close to his for a deep kiss.

You whimpered into his lips.

He chuckled and leaned back to observe more of you. Then he wrapped his lips around each of your nipples. His hands traveled up your body so he could squeeze and kneed them, and twist your nipples into hard tips.

“I love these because they fit so perfectly in my hands. They are the first parts of you I love to taste.” He growled in the back of his throat. “And I love them bouncing in my face when you ride me like you’re going to tonight.”

For a moment your heart was gripped by a cruel hand of doubt. He didn’t command it often, but it always terrified you. But the more he lightly bit across the swells of your breasts, and the more he murmured against your skin, you knew that by the end of the night there would be no doubts as to how much he loved you. All of you.

The present came back into focus when his fingers slid over your parted lips. You opened them wider, sucking on his fingers messily. He watched, eyes bright and focused on the way your lips closed around him. He was probably picturing how your lips did the same to his cock on other nights. The thought made you shift in his lap enough to feel how much he loved seeing you this way. When his fingers were thoroughly soaked, he took them away and tapped lightly at your clit. You widened your kneeling so he could curl perfectly for the first time that night into your heat. He found you needy, making you both smile as your walls were already sucking his fingers further into your pussy.

“How does that feel, Y/N?” He pumped his fingers faster and prevented you from falling forward to hide your face. “By the looks of the color in your cheeks, you like it a lot. I love it too. I’m just barely started and you’re just a few strokes from cumming, aren’t you?” He frowned as you bit your lip and nodded. “Words, love.”

You whined as he stopped moving. “I’m so close, baby. Please don’t stop.” You bucked down onto his hand, moaning as he gave you what you wanted.

Drake eyes took on a dark shadow. “This, right here, nearly tops my list. I love blissing you out. Controlling your pleasure in the only way I can. If I wanted, I could hold you on the edge all night. Or make you come until you can’t see straight or remember your name. No matter what I’d chose, you’d take what I gave you and give me the joy of watching you fall apart.”

He moved faster and thumbed roughly over your clit. His lips again closed around your nipples, sucking and biting to make you gasp. Your hands rushed to grip his shoulders. Just feeling his muscles ripple under your touch grounded you and helped you hold out for a few more seconds before falling apart with a high mewl.

Drake licked his lips and kissed at the underside of your jaw. He continued to pump his fingers, easing you down from the high.

“Are you ready, love?”

“Yes.”

He grinned. “I bet you are.” Between you, he stroked his length, not that it needed the extra excitement. But the sight of your slick slipping down his fingers and spreading over his cock made you want him even more. And he knew it. But tonight wasn’t about making you wait, keeping you on any brink, or even taking what he wanted. It was about giving you what you needed. So he did. His grip on your waist guided you to sink fully onto his cock in one clipped breath. Both heaving, you stayed still until your body had adjusted.

“Ride me, Y/N. Bounce on my cock. Show me that side of you that loves to surprise me.” His head collapsed back onto the couch as you raised up and slammed down. “Like that, love. Just… just like that.”

You moved like a woman possessed. Drake’s fingertips tightened into your skin, guiding you to rotate your hips, and holding you down when he knew you needed to catch your breath. When his eyes weren’t on your breasts doing his favorite thing, they were on your face. Watching your eyes fight to stay open. Watching your lips part for gasps of oxygen. Watching you relax.

“That’s it, love,” he whispered. “The only time when you are ever too much for me… is when I feel so lucky to be the one who gets to hold you in my arms. To hear your dreams and fears. Moments like this. And I love you because you trust me and I can trust you. No other woman could do that. No one but you. Cum, love.”

He gave a roar as your walls clamped down on him. You fell forward onto his chest, panting on the side of his face.

“On your knees, my love.”

You may have towered over him in public, but in private, he was the only one who could bring you to your knees to stand above you. Though neither knew how he managed to wobble to his feet any time he wanted to paint your face in cum.

Drake’s groans stuttered out of his mouth. You helped by pumping his cock for him, closing your eyes as his release coated your face. He moaned deeper as you darted out your tongue to catch some of it from your lips. He chuckled and took your hand.

“Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up so I can dirty you all over again. I’m not finished with you yet.”

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Patience

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Dean is a meanie and won’t let the reader touch. Well… she did break the rules.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: masturbation, bondage, dirty talk, teasing, overstimulation, forced orgasm, some name calling (slut)

Word Count: 1270

Note: Sorry this is a day later than usual, I haven’t felt like writing much of anything lately. But I feel accomplished with this fic, so hopefully, that will inspire a writing run. Please let me know if you’d like to join any tag lists or have a request. Any feedback super appreciated. Enjoy!

Just a little more. And faster, before Dean got back. You were so close. And so far gone that you didn’t hear him come in.

“Enjoying yourself, Y/N?” He closed the door behind him while you rushed to remove your fingers and cover yourself. “You don’t have to stop on my account.” Pulling the sheet back down, he growled to see how much you were dripping. “Keep going.” He sat by your feet and nodded.

You did as he demanded. And you kept your eyes open, not that Dean’s gaze would have let you close them. The build was short. Release hovered on the edge while you waited for Dean to snatch your hand away to begin your punishment. The orgasm rushed over you. Finally, you let your eyes close.

Dean licked his lips as you recovered. “Did that feel good?”

“Mhmm.”

“Good.”

Cold metal clicked around your wrists, locking you to the headboard. Dean stood up and shed his clothing slow and deliberately. Your mouth was watering long before he was down to his boxers. Much to your dismay, once he had shed those he sat against the headboard and stroked himself. Your punishment became evident.

“No, Dean, please-“

“Ah-ah. There are rules. Who gets to pleasure you?”

“You.”

“Who else?”

“Nobody. Not even me.”

“Good girl.”

Dean shuddered as his thumb swirled around his head, spreading his leaking precum. You bit back a whimper. It was harder not to fight against the restraints. If you were good, really good, maybe he’d have mercy on you. He watched as you battled with your self-restraint.

“See something you like?”

You groaned in answer.

He chuckled and twisted his wrist. Then he rumbled in thought. “I could almost smell you coming down the hallway. Wondered what I’d find. Thought about catching you with your wand, then using it to keep you on the brink.” He gripped the base of his cock with a grunt. “Or If you’d found some other toy. But no. I found the most beautiful sight. You. In all your glory. Glowing. Making those sounds and three strokes short of cumming just on those fingers.”

Now you did struggle. The way his thighs were flexing, he was close. You wanted to taste him, catch it all. He rested a hand on your stomach to calm you.

“I’m not done, we need to practice your patience a little bit.”

He smirked and dragged his fingers up your stomach and between your breasts. “In the split second before I opened the door, I knew exactly what I was going to do to you.” Your skin raised in chill bumps as his darkening tone. “I wanted to touch every inch of you. But only after-“ his breath stuttered out. In dismay, you watched as his release spilled over his fingers and his stomach. Dean took a few seconds to catch his breath. “Only after that.”

Using his shirt, he cleaned off his stomach then offered you his fingers. You opened your mouth but Dean didn’t let you taste. He spread his cum over your lips and your chin. He dipped and took your nipple between his lips, sucking and bringing them to hard peaks. With what remained on his fingers, he spread those across your breasts, massaging them until you were panting. Your stomach flexed under the feathering of his fingertips. It was difficult, but besides a few twitches, you stilled the closer his touch dipped to your core.

“How are your shoulders?”

“They’re good, Dean. Really good. Please-“

“Patience. All in good time.”

His fingers traced back and forth across your abdomen. You bit your lip, just barely tasting him. It was enough to make you hum and to still your jerking, desperate movements. As a reward, Dean curled two fingers into your heat and slowly began stroking you.

“This was something else I planned. Finding that one place-“

You bucked as his fingers scissored you open and found the place that made you gasp.

“Yes, that one. And then I was going to keep going. Keep moving how you like until you cum. And again. And when you’re begging for a break, at least one more time on my cock. How does that sound, Y/N?”

You eagerly nodded and strained against the cuffs.

“Need more than that, sweetheart.”

“Yes, Dean. Please. Make me cum.”

“That’s the idea,” he chuckled. He switched his rhythm from curling to alternating with pumping. His thumb swirling on your clit the whole time. Underneath your skin, you felt the fire start to build even more intense than when you were on your own. It twisted and flowed through your veins, igniting your nerve endings until you thought you could feel every hot particle in the air. Your toes began to curl. Dean’s pants rang in your ears. His gaze branded your skin. Your pleasure may have been his to take, but he gave you everything and more in return.

You weakly cried out. Usually, Dean would have eased his stroking, so you could catch your breath. Usually, he would kiss your skin as you came down. He did not do that. Instead, his onslaught continued. His lips kissed at your stomach before he nipped at your skin. Then they sealed around your heat, sucking and drinking you to another end. Another short-circuiting of your system. Your eyes rolled back in your head and you arched, even under the hand that splayed across your stomach. Then, and only then did he give you a slight reprieve.

Dean shifted to kneel between your thighs. His large hands gripped at your hips, pulling you closer to him and stretching your arms further so you didn’t have room to struggle. With a smirk, he teased his head, one again bright and ready, at your clit making you whimper with the sensitivity. He groaned your name with the push into your pussy. He didn’t stop until there was nothing more to give, and only enough to steal a puff of oxygen so he could start repeatedly slamming into you.

Each thrust made you whimper. Made you sigh. Made you scream and cry out his name. All the while you couldn’t pull or wriggle away. You had wanted to cum. So now you were going to cum. His fingers bruised your hips. His cock speared at your cervix. And his mouth continued to make your blood boil with desire.

“There she is. The slut who takes everything I give her and still wants more. Is this enough for you, Y/N? Or will you need another round in a few minutes? Maybe I could let you taste then. Fill your stomach with cum like I’m about to fill your pussy. Would you like that, Y/N?”

“Yes! Dean, please. Anything you give me. Please. Just don’t stop.” Your phrases fell out in repeating jumbles. “Don’t stop. Please. Dean.”

But he did.

You arched, your body right on the precipice. Denied. But Dean left you to find the key to your cuffs. When your wrists were free he filled you again and weaved his fingers into yours. His hips rolled and thrust, moving the both of you up the bed.

“Cum, Y/N. Cum again.”

Your lungs gave everything they had.

Dean kept thrusting after you came, fighting to his next release. The spurts of cum made your exhausted body shiver. He collapsed on top of you, passing along his body heat.

“Well,” he panted, “what have you learned?”

“Don’t… don’t pleasure myself.”

“Good girl. Any clues as to why?”

“Because you’re so good at it. I just have to be patient.”

“That’s right, sweetheart. My Y/N.”

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I Am More

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Or: “I Hate Tinder”

The Reader comes home after a bad date, only to find Total Divas filming in the living room. She avoids the cameras but bumps into Sheamus. He listens to her and flips her evening in a 180-degree turn.

Pairing: Sheamus x Reader (Y/N), Cousin!Dean Ambrose (not part of Family Found series)

Warnings/Promises: language, talk of sex, talk of a bad date, Tinder frustrations, ANGST, FLUFF

Word Count: 1450

Note: Written in half an hour at midnight. Fever fluff at its best. Tag lists and requests open, though I have to warn you it’s taking me a while to get into writing them. Sorry. Enjoy!

Sometimes living with Dean was a good thing. You had a place to crash while you looked for your own apartment, and Renee was like a sister to you. And it usually meant that you had two pairs of ears to vent your frustrations to. Unfortunately, it also meant that sometimes you couldn’t control the visitors.

The chorus of giggles made your skin crawl as you entered the house. At the first sight of a camera, you veered away down the empty hallway. You didn’t want anyone to see you like this. Red-faced. Puffy eyes. Nor did you want to snap at somebody who didn’t deserve it. That didn’t save you from not bumping into anybody, though.

Sheamus puffed as you bounced off his chest. He caught your arms before you could fall over. “Y/N? I thought you weren’t coming back for a while-“

“Yeah, well, plans changed.” You grit your teeth. “Not that I’m not surprised, but I had hoped… never mind.” With a huff, you tried to move around him. He caught your arms again.

He spoke quietly. “Hey. What happened?”

You clenched and unclenched your fists. “I don’t want to dump this on you.”

He chuckled. “I’m all ears. Come on.” He led you to the small office down the hall, guiding you to sit on the lounge couch and sitting on the other end. “Spill.”

“Is there something about me that just screams ‘down to fuck?’” Frustrated, you clawed your hands into your hair. “He was so… he actually… this guy, I’ve been talking to him for two weeks. He was sweet. Asked me questions. Let me talk for fifty percent of the time instead of eighty-twenty. He actually listened, too. So, we finally met up. I guess we talked for two weeks because that’s how long it took to schedule it. Not halfway through dinner, he’s sliding his hand up my skirt. I should have slapped him. Screamed at him.”

Sheamus was already frowning. “What did you do?”

You fell back into the pillows. “I didn’t know what to do. I pushed his hand off. Scooted my chair further away. Thought about paying my own way, but he grabbed the checkbook before I could say anything.”

“Did he put his hands on you again?”

“No. I didn’t let him get that far.” The rage that had motored you home like a steam engine ran out of fuel. The doubt crept in to fill the void. “Am I that flirty? I actively try to not give off that vibe. I don’t want a one-night stand. I want a relationship. Then, before I was even out of the parking lot, he sent me a text saying ‘I had a great time. Do I get a second date?’ No, you moron! No, you don’t!”

While you toed off your shoes, Sheamus waited patiently for you to say more or ask him anything.

“Two weeks,” you continued. “Two weeks of ‘thinking of you’ and ‘I can’t wait for our date’ and then… I read back through everything while I was sitting in the driveway. There were so many red flags. Asking me if I was ‘romantic.’ I am romantic. Give me poetry. Give me you. Just… keep it in your pants.” You looked up at him. “Is that too much to ask?”

He shook his head. “No. He shouldn’t have led you on like that.” When your throat started to constrict around tears you didn’t want to spill, he scooted closer and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

You dug your nails into the tops of your thighs. “I am a woman fully capable of complex thought. Of ambition and emotion. I am not just the organ between my legs!” you finished with a choked breath. “I am more.” You caught your breath. “I don’t believe anything good has ever come out of that app.” Your cheeks flushed as you realized you’d probably said too much.

“What app?”

Sheepishly, you looked up at Sheamus. “Tinder.”

He growled. “Agreed. Nothing good has come from that app. How long have you been using it?”

“A month. Maybe two.”

“I could have asked you out two months ago?” He ran his hand through his beard and leaned forward onto his knees.

“Wait, what?”

Now it was Sheamus’s turn to look sheepish. “I, uh, I’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while. Then you started smiling at your phone, and I thought I’d lost you. But I’m not going to do it like this. Not when you’ve… not after all this.”

There was a silent pause.

“But… you would date me?”

The next pause made your heart beat fast enough you feared it would fly out of your chest.

“Yeah. I mean… if you wanted to date me. It takes two, ya know.” On his knees, his fingers nervously twiddled. “Y/N? Are you okay? I didn’t mean for you-“

“I’m okay.” You laughed. “My emotions are just flipping a hundred and eighty degrees. It’s taking a second for my brain to catch up.” You took a shallow breath. Then a deeper one. “So, are you asking me out?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Yes. Um, I’d ask you for your number, but-“

“You’ve already got it.”

“Yeah. So. Do I have your permission to court you?”

You giggled. “Yes, Sheamus. You may court me.” You stood to head back out into the fray, which sounded like it was wrapping up. But you hesitated at the door with a stupid wide grin on your face that threatened to fall. He took your hand and guided you into an embrace. You melted into it, feeling all your tension easing out of your body. “We’re just getting started, and you’re already doing magic to me.”

“Wait till you’ve known a bit longer. It get’s better.”

Fear twisted in your gut.

“Sheamus… I’m not… I can’t-“

“I don’t mean sex, Y/N.” He tipped your head up to look at him. “I’ve got a world of magic I can use. And It’s going to take a while. As long as you need.”

It was another several minutes before you actually made it into the living room. The hug felt too good. The camera crew was just finishing packing up, and Nia motioned for you to take the empty spot beside her. Sheamus snagged it first. He pulled you into his lap and wrapped an arm around your waist. Nia’s brow arched.

“So… how long has this been a thing?”

You blushed. Avoiding eye contact with her and everyone in the room, you muttered to Sheamus, “we aren’t being very subtle, are we?”

Nia pursed her lips in front of a grin. “Answer the question, little girl.”

You both laughed nervously. “I don’t know. Um… what time did I get here?”

Natalya tapped her fingertips together in a tiny applause. “You guys are already so cute. What did Dean say when you told him?”

“When you told me what?” Dean sauntered into the room with Renee right behind him. He fell back to lean on the wall, taking Renee with him and squeezing her against his chest.

With a tiny voice, you spilled. “That I’m dating Sheamus.”

Renee’s face lit up. “That’s wonderful! I totally approve.”

“What happens if I don’t approve?” Dean’s poker face always scared you.

You pulled Sheamus’s arm tighter around your waist. “That would be awkward. Will you kick me out after I tell you you’ll have to get over it?”

There was a pregnant pause. It broke as Dean laughed. “No. I’ll kick his teeth in if he breaks your heart. But he knows that already. He asked me three weeks ago.” Dean snorted. “Don’t think I’ve ever seen him so nervous.”

Sheamus tensed under you and avoided your gaze, only to bump into Nia’s. “Yeah, so I asked him a few weeks ago if it was okay if I asked Y/N out. Figured it was a good way to start.” He tugged you to sit more at an angle where he could see your face. “It took me a week to work up enough courage to ask, but then I saw you smiling at your phone and stuff. I thought I lost you.” He shrugged. “Didn’t know if I had stepped up I could have saved you a bit sooner.”

You leaned over and laced your arms around his shoulders. “But you saved me. When doesn’t really matter. Just that you did.”

Dean gagged. “Please keep the sap off my couch. Nia, please separate them.”

She and everybody else in the room yelled, “no!”

Who needed an episode of Total Divas when they had you and Sheamus to watch?

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Past Looking

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Prompt: “Is something with Braun Strowman and a male reader okay? Can it be smut? The plot can be about anything.” – @bbkquartz

Plot: “In-ring boner” trope meets “only one hotel room” and “only one bed” tropes.

Pairing: Braun Strowman x Male!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: opening wrestling violence, language, SMUT, dirty talk, slight size kink

Word Count: 1800

Note: Sorry this took so long. I hope you like it though! Requests and tag lists open. And also just my general asks if you’d like to come and talk for a bit. Enjoy!

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Average was not in your vocabulary. While a non-wrestling person might see you on the street and think nothing of you, if they saw you in the ring they would be amazed. Your unassuming form hid years of skill and a creative mind for winning matches against any opponent.

Well, almost any.

The roar always made you shiver. Baron Corbin laughed at you and your match partner, Finn Balor, as Braun Strowman made his way down the ramp. In the lone wolf’s mind, this was going to be an easy fight. Finn quickly changed that. They took up most of the ring time, having the front feud between the four of you. Braun’s argument with you was coming to Finn’s aid during their match, which was then interrupted by Baron. Wrestling was logical if you looked close enough, though in this particular instance you would have liked a more distanced view.

Finn tagged you in, crumpling and rolling under the ropes. You jumped in and came face-to-chest with Braun. For a terrifying split second, you shifted your gaze from the torso in front of you to the grinning face leering above you.

No time like the present.

With a deep breath, you jumped high and slapped him. Braun staggered in shock. You held your breath while your brain fumbled to come up with a plan. Nothing was forthcoming, and Braun was now akin to a pissed off grizzly bear. So, you ran. You ran to the ropes and bounced off, sliding as if to home base to the back of Braun’s knees. He buckled, making the match a bit more even. You held onto that upper hand for dear life. It was snatched from your grasp as he wrapped his large hand around your throat.

No, don’t be that guy. Don’t you do it. Do not get a boner- fuck.

Braun tossed you into the far corner. Finn tagged in, giving you the opportunity to get out and stand against the ring post. Hopefully, everybody was watching their favorite Irishman instead of you adjusting yourself. Even then, your mind and eyes wandered. Usually, when you focused on how Braun’s muscles moved, you were worried about him using them against you. Now that didn’t sound like a bad thing.

The match ended with Baron tagging himself in, ignoring Braun’s growl, and promptly getting himself pinned within a few moves. And you thought that was the end of… all that.

Later in the night though, you heard his gruff voice behind you. “Hey, Y/N?”

You took a deep breath and turned to face him. “Hey. What’s up?”

At first, he wouldn’t meet your eye. “My ride tonight had to cancel on me. Would you mind if I ride with you?”

“Not at all.” You tried to take his bag to load it up, but it fell to the ground and almost took you with it. Braun chuckled and stuck it in the back of your car himself. “Thanks.”

It was a few hours to the next town. You passed the time talking, getting to know each other more. He was actually kind of funny. Your sides hurt from the arena to the drive through to the hotel. Most of the jokes were cheesy or Becky-worthy puns, but they kept you awake and engaged for the drive. Mission accomplished. Your good mood vanished at the front desk.

Only one more room. Figures. And no cots either.

“At least it’s a king,” you said, jumping when Braun’s bag hit the floor with a thud. “So at least you’ll be comfortable.” You set to pushing the two chairs to either end of the coffee table. Braun snagged the collar of your shirt and pulled you back.

“What’re you doing? I’m not hitchin’ a ride and kickin’ you out of the last bed in the same night.” He let you go and went to finding stuff in his bag. “There’s plenty of room. I won’t bite.”

“Maybe I want you to,” you muttered under your breath with a grin.

“What?”

“Huh?”

Braun looked over at you while the tops of your ears burned. He watched you swallow the dryness in your mouth, mirroring the movement. “What did you say?”

You could fix this. “Nothing,” you chirped with a smile too big. “Do you mind if I grab first shower?” He didn’t, having showered at the arena. By the time you got out, he had changed and was sitting on the bed watching tv in his sweatpants and shirtless, similar attire to what you were wearing. It took several moments of staring at his chest before you could breathe or take further steps into the room. You kept your eyes on the floor as you walked to your side of the bed.

“I don’t mind if you look.” His voice sounded smaller than what should have been possible for his frame.

“What?”

“I don’t mind if you look. Do you mind if I look?” His eyes wavered over your face, then flicked quickly over the rest of you.

Keep it together, Y/N. You wrestle in shorts. It’s not like he hasn’t seen almost all of you.

“Y/N?” Braun cocked his head.

“Oh. Yeah. I… I don’t mind.” You sat on top of the sheets. “I’m not much to look at, but you’re welcome to it, I guess.”

His forehead scrunched. “What do you mean? You’re one of the best lookin’ guys on the roster. I thought… nevermind.” He grumbled something under his breath and started flipping through his phone.

Against your better judgment, your mind whirled around what he’d said. “You think I’m good looking?”

“Yeah. Abs better than Balor’s, great laugh,” his voice dropped off, “those tiny trunks.”

Are we doing this? Okay, let’s do this.

“Do… do you want to do more than just look?” You swallowed hard. Things were about to get incredibly interesting, or horribly awkward.

Braun froze. His chest heaved as he put his phone to one side. “If I did… would you want to do more than just look?”

You swallowed hard again. “Yes.” His hand reached out for yours. In his palm, your fingers barely reached to his middle knuckles. Your breath was reduced to short puffs as he pulled you closer to cup your face. His hand slid down so his thumb could graze over your throat. “I take it you noticed,” you whispered, referencing what happened in the ring.

“Yeah.” He continued to stroke up and down while his gaze remained fixated on your lips.

Moving more boldly than you felt, you grabbed onto his wrist and bicep and leaned back until he was leaning over you. He kept coming, stopping only when your noses were millimeters apart. Your lips met. Slow. Exploring. Testing to see what made the other sigh or buck their hips. Braun sank closer, tilting his head to your neck to find more places that made you writhe. Not that there was much room to; Braun had you completely pinned to the bed and you could barely move to gasp.

“This is a bad idea.” He backed off from leaning over you, making you sputter and grab at his arm.

“What? Why?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

That made you laugh. “You throw me around the ring on the regular.” When he didn’t smile, you dropped your grin. “If there’s other issues or this is too soon, we can stop. But if you want this, don’t stop just because I’m smaller than you. I can take whatever you want to give.”

“I know, but that’s in the ring. I don’t want to do… to feel here what we could feel in the ring. Not right now. Not tonight.”

The more he talked about it, the more you had to agree. “Okay. Then slow. But I have to warn you, if you get all slow and sensual with me, that’s only going to make me harder.”

Braun chuckled and moved to as before. “And that’s supposed to… what? Keep me from doing just that?” He thumbed over your lips. “If I want to take my time with you, I’m gunna. Make you feel everything.

Then he was gone. He was removing his sweats, so you did too.

Fuck. Proportionate was a terrible description, but it was the only thing your short-circuiting brain could come up with.

He noticed you watching him and gave his length a few strokes. He left to fish around in his bag and found the bottle of lube. You laid down against the pillows as he joined you on the bed. His thumb grazed over your cheekbone, then sank to your bottom lip. “Bet these would look good around my cock.”

It was suddenly hard to breathe.

“Maybe later,” he rumbled.

You kept your attention on his face, watching as he focused on preparing his fingers to prepare you. Like he promised, it was slow. One finger to work you open. Then two. Then three. By then you were panting and near-blissed out of your mind. All the while his other hand had kneed and massaged your body, easing out the kinks from the match and helping you to relax. His forehead rested against yours.

“Braun, please-“

“Shh. Almost there.” He scissored his fingers in you for a little bit longer, then shifted to kneel between your legs. “Ready?”

“Yes. Braun, please!” Your shout rasped as he began to work into you. Stretching you and filling you. You tried to match his thrusts but found that impossible as he folded you further back. Around the edges, your vision blurred; his face stayed perfectly clear. Eyes fighting not to close, mouth gaping and gasping. Further down his body was shiny with sweat. Sweat that you had caused. The thought made your body stutter.

“Y/N,” he moaned. He reached down and gripped you, twisting his wrist in ways that made you cry out high and needy. The border-line teasing way he played with your head is what sent you over. You spilled onto your chest and he soon spilled into you.

When he had eased out, you suddenly realized how jello-like your legs felt. They wouldn’t move. And the tips of your fingertips were numb too. Relaying this to Braun made him chuckle. He stumbled to his feet and came back to clean you up.

“We might have to give that lady at the reception desk a huge tip,” he said with a grin.

You hummed in agreement. “Chocolate or flowers?”

“Depending on how repeating this in the morning goes, I’d say both.” He pulled you to lay on his chest and rubbed over your back. “If that’s okay. It might look a little weird.”

“I am so past looking like anything right now.” You yawned and slipped into sleep.

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The Best of Darkness

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The reader snarks that Dick should do something to keep her from wanting to go out in the dark. So he brings the darkness to her.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, vampire play (can I call it that?) sir/sub, bondage, oral (female receiving), biting, slight bloodplay

Word Count: 1930

Note: Felt in a vampy mood. And it was DC week on my writing schedule. Happy month of Halloween! Tag lists and requests open as always. Enjoy!

“Dick, I swear by that bedazzled disco monstrosity you used to wear, if I find out you’ve lost my blaster wrist guards again I’m going to-“

His finger was on your lips in a second. “I did not lose them. And, for the record, I didn’t lose them the first time. I was modifying them.”

You scoffed. “I couldn’t get them to work for a month after you ‘modified’ them. Where are they this time?” He looked nervous. If you weren’t so worried for your gear it would have been cute. And hot how he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I’m not a hundred percent sure-“

“Dick-“

“Stop saying it like that. You love my dick. Not a hundred percent sure, but I’m… fifty… six percent sure they are in the cave next to the computer. I was trying to download their diametrics- Y/N.” He sighed and caught your arm as you tried to leave the room. “If I can… upgrade them a bit I’ll feel better about sending you out there.”

It was a long ongoing debate. And it intensified at about the same time every year.

“Sweetie, you can’t keep worrying about me every time October rolls around. I’ve been doing this a while. I can handle it.” You gently removed his hand and headed towards your bedroom. It had been a long day… a long week. You were due for a shower and some sleep on your night off. “You know, if you wanted to keep me from seeking justice in the dark, you should probably find something to keep me here.”

The Wayne mansion may have been old as dirt and lacking in electrical outlets in the main house, but Bruce had spared no expense in the plumping. There was never a shortage of hot water. The great ventilation protected the tiles and woodwork and ensured the mirrors never fogged. Alfred was still your favorite. He was the one who had commissioned the giant fluffy towels unique to each team member.

You stepped out of the bathroom and found you couldn’t see a meter past your feet. The room was pitch dark.

“Dick?” you called. “Richard Grayson, what did you do?”

The bathroom light went out, making you squeak at first. Then you ducked and crouched to move around the room. You were just reaching for your emergency gun when a cold hand brushed across your knuckles. It caught you before you could move away. You were pulled to your feet and pinned against the wall.

“Tonight, darling, it’s not Richard.” Two bright red eyes opened in front of you. “It’s sir.”

With a snap, the room was barely illuminated by a series of candles set around. They had real flames and were too sporadic for him to have been able to light them electronically. And his eyes.

“How are you doing that?” They were mesmerizing. You couldn’t look away and let yourself be led to the bed.

“Don’t worry about it,” he whispered in a voice that sounded more like him. “You said you wanted something to keep you in tonight. I’ll answer anything you ask… later.” He tugged the towel and watched it fall to the floor with a groan. “If you still have voice enough to ask.” He grinned, showing off elongated canines and premolars.

Damn, that was hot.

He guided you to lay on the bed. Still mesmerized by his eyes and fluid movements, you didn’t notice the cuffs until they clicked into place. A twinge of panic made you pull at them. He laughed. Dick cupped your face in his hand and brought your attention back to him. Your writhing stilled. Your breathing evened. He smiled and leaned forward to capture you in the first kiss of many.

The fangs occasionally caught at your lips. His tongue delved deep into your mouth, mimicking the patterns you hoped he would replicate between your thighs later. You whined into his mouth; you wanted more. His tight grip suddenly on your hips cut you off at a gasp.

“Are you going to be good tonight, darling?”

“Yes.”

His eyes flashed.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he crooned. Again, his lips caught yours. He sucked on your bottom lip, then tilted your head for access to your neck. Your blood pounded in your ears the closer he came to your jugular. For a split second, you wondered if this really was your partner or something that had replaced him and was about to drink you dry. Weirder things had happened. The teeth did not connect. He breathed over your pulse point, sending goosebumps dancing across your skin. He kissed you softly, humming into your skin in a way only you would know.

It was him. And he was about to have his sweet wicked way with you.

“Please-“

“No. There will be plenty of time for that later. Right now I just want you to feel.” Dick leaned back and trailed his fingertips down your body. They weren’t as cold as before but compared to the heat of your body, they were like ice. Your body arched under his touch. If you couldn’t beg out loud, your body could do it for you. Including how your thighs rubbed together. Dick noticed and shifted down so he could lightly force them open.

All of your nerves shivered with anticipation. He dragged his nose down the center of your stomach, then down one thigh and up the other. You whimpered.

Dick smirked. “Always so difficult. Maybe I should keep you here all night.” He gave a slight tap to the underside of your thigh. “You know I am infinitely more patient than you. Don’t you agree?”

You nodded your head while your chest stuttered mid-heave.

“Good girl.”

You were forced to bite your lip. The cuffs jangled as you tightened your hold around them. Dick had pushed your thighs further apart and was flattening his tongue against you. Curling it into your heat. Lapping at you. More than tasting. Devouring. And those teeth would scrape on either side of your lips, making your hips jump as if you wanted to be bitten. All the while your throat felt like it was burning with all the sounds you couldn’t make. And Dick kept doing all he could to cause them.

“I like this game,” he purred, curling a finger into your heat. “Good training exercise. How to be silent when you need stealth.” He kissed your inner thigh and nipped at it with his teeth. “You’re doing so good, Y/N. So quiet… I can almost hear your heart thundering.”

It would not have surprised you if he could.

Dick added another finger to his ministrations and sucked lightly at your clit. He nipped harder at your thigh when you gasped. You thought he’d back off. Give you time to recover, perhaps. No. Instead, he moved faster. Sucked harder. Ate you out noisily and scissored you open while you gushed. Your body went rigid as he curled into the perfect place. He eased you through your orgasm, guiding you while also prolonging the pleasure until you were bucking away from his hand. He licked and nipped his way up to your breasts.

Although they were already at attention, Dick sucked on your nipples like he would during preparing you. It seemed he was preparing you for something more. Something you waited for on baited breath as he situated himself between your thighs. His length ran up through your folds, toying with your sensitivity.

“Are you ready to scream for me, darling?”

You nodded.

“Let me hear you, baby.”

“Yes, sir,” you moaned. Your voice was already wrecked.

Proudly, he grinned and his red eyes flashed. “Hold nothing back, now. I want all of it.”

There was a lot to give.

He filled you in one solid thrust. While your body adjusted, he panted and braced himself on either side of your body. Your eyes were too crossed to see much of his face.

“Always so perfect for me.” He leaned even more forward, taking the chance to undo your cuffs and to impossibly deepen his reach. “Mark me. Because I am going to be marking you.”

Naturally, your hands wrapped around to his back. You held on, digging your nails into his skin for stability.

His hips began a slow rhythm that got faster the more you screamed. He braced against the headboard for the both of you, his other arm wrapped around your waist to keep you as close to him as possible. A strangled gasp escaped between his lips as your hips started to match his. Back and forth. The sound of everything he was doing to you was loud, so you had to be louder. He worked to make you louder.

You felt his hot breath on your neck before you felt his teeth. His shoulders rippled under your nails as you clawed them deeper. The bite made your body shudder and almost sent you over the edge.

“Please, sir, again.”

He chuckled low and dark. “Again, she asks.” He made you moan with a strong thrust before slowing down his pace. “And what will you give me for such a kiss, darling?”

With a shuddering breath, you turned your head closer to his ear. “More of me than I have ever been able to give you before.”

Dick growled and harshly twisted your neck so he could once again have access to your throat. His hips once again brought you to the precipice. They slammed into you over and over again. But he waited. Your high pitched moans and desperate clinging to him did nothing. He waited. He removed his hand for just a second, only enough so he could sling your leg higher over his hip. He waited until your eyes could no longer fight to stay open, and your breathing had reduced to shallow pants.

Then he bit you.

He bit at the curve of your neck just as it turned into your shoulder. There was a split-second pause, then your skin gave way to his teeth. Your body gave way to pleasure. And Dick fell along with you. His usual guttural cry was muffled against your skin. It vibrated through you and made you arch even closer to him.

Your bodies stuck together as he collapsed. You didn’t let go, not wanting him to leave. His warm body against yours was always the best part of the last thing you would remember before falling asleep. Still, he kissed over your bite mark and left for a minute. Your eyes drooped, but you could feel him taking care of your wound and cleaning you up.

When he finally slipped into bed, you hummed in delight and curled towards his chest. You decided you could fight sleep for just a little longer.

“How long had you been planning this?”

“Since you made me watch Queen of the Damned last month.”

You laughed and poked his chest. “I didn’t make you do anything. I was watching my movie and you plopped down and stole my popcorn. You’ve never complained about my smug indulgences before.”

He nuzzled at your jawline. “Not complaining now. I kinda liked how you reacted to me tonight.” You hissed as he nipped at your neck again with his fancy new teeth.

With a hushed sigh, you tilted your head to give him more access again. “What can I say? The best things happen in the dark. And baby, you are the best of darkness.”

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Forever Tags: @allidoisreadsmut @blondekel77 @hallemichelles @laochbaineann @lavitabella87 @ramblingsofabourbondrinker @savmontreal @southsidebucky @tinyelfperson @zuni21798

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Found

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Hide n’ Seek takes a hot turn.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: dub-con play (it’s a game, and consensual as set up by a not-included conversation), SMUT, dirty talk, slight bondage, begging, language

Word Count: 1110

Note: Kind of drabble sized but to the point. Tag lists, requests, and general questions open. Enjoy!

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“Y/N.”

The timber of his voice made you shiver.

“I am not a patient man.”

Yeah, right. Former assassin and probably the record holder for longest stake-out, he had all night. You had all night. Or you would have if he wasn’t already in the room.

His boots stepped into view of your hiding place. You held your breath, waiting for them to pass. They moved on.

“Y/N.”

Large hands wrapped around your ankles and tugged you out from under the bed. The room tilted and you found yourself pinned to the bed. Bucky hovered over you and licked his lips hungrily.

“Under the bed, seriously?”

You gulped. “It was the best I could do under the circum-“

He hushed you with a finger over your lips. “No excuses.” His eyes raked over you and your skimpy night-time apparel. A minute later he was making the same observation over your naked form, your clothes haphazardly tossed around the room. When you tried to cover yourself, he pinned your wrists over your head. He rolled his hips, pressing his bulge against your sex and making you moan.  “So, you do what this. I bet if I were to check you right now, you’d be soaking for me already.”

As his hand reached for the juncture of your thighs, you pressed them tightly together. Just because he’d caught you didn’t mean you were going to give up so easily. Bucky leaned close to your face, his eyes dark with so many promises of what he was going to do to you. His nose trailed across your cheekbone. His lips kissed lightly at the underside of your jaw. It was dangerously close to your sweet spot. He kissed around it, chuckling as you squirmed between getting away and trying to urge him to the spot.

“Are you going to play nice,” he whispered, “or am I going to have to take what I want?”

You whimpered and thrust your hips, but adamantly kept your thighs closed.

“Okay then.”

Bucky leaned back and made a show of taking off his belt. Weakly, you fought as he wrapped it around your wrists and attached it to the headboard. His hands trailed down your body. They stopped at your breasts, given them a tight squeeze that made you gasp. Your skin raised with bumps where he ran his fingers lower down your body. Taking hold of your thighs, he forced them apart to reveal your leaking sex.

He laughed. “Oh, yes. Very ready for me.” Your hips bucked as he ran a finger up through your slick. With widening eyes, you watched as he sucked his finger into his mouth for a taste, humming around it. As if greedy for more, he curled two fingers into you. He stroked and curled and thumbed at your clit until you were shaking.

Don’t cum. Not like this.

“Cum for me, baby. I know you can do it.” His hot breath was suddenly next to your ear. “And I know you want to.”

No. No. No.

He frowned as you shook your head. “Suit yourself.” Again, he licked his fingers. “I could taste you all night until you did cum, but something else needs attending to first.” He palmed over his bulge. There was nowhere to go with your wrists tied together, and the sound of his zipper made your chest tighten with your short breaths. He pinned your thighs open, thrusting his cock through your slick in a way that frustrated you to no end.

“Please,” you whimpered.

“What was that?”

What happened to having all night?

He thrust the head into your channel, then returned to torturing you.

Bucky. Bucky happened.

“Please,” you rasped, “please fuck me.”

“That was going to happen anyway, sweetheart.”

He slammed into you, filling you in one breath and shivering with a groan. You screamed as he did that over and over again. The headboard crashed against the wall. The belt was beginning to cut into your wrists. But all you could focus on was the way his pelvis crashing into you and how his thrusts cut through your attempts to breathe. Your name fell like a chant from his lips. A prayer where sometimes he was amused at your attempts to get away, and sometimes where all he could do was sing your praise.

“Taking me so good. Do you feel full? Do you feel how everything in your body sparks when I fuck you?” He twisted and kept going until your screams reached a higher pitch. “I found it,” he chuckled darkly. “And now the real fun begins. Or are you going to cum like a good girl?”

Yes. All of the above.

“No.” You closed your eyes but continued to meet his thrusts. “I don’t feel it.”

“Then I’m not working hard enough.”

Bucky tilted you back, deepening the angle that he could reach inside of you. You shrieked. Your eyes opened just enough to where he could see how they were rolled back in your head. He moved faster. One hand released your thigh and began to play at your clit. Circling it, pinching it. He tried everything he could to make your walls clamp around him. You were so close. And by the way his thrusts were getting sloppy despite their speed, so was he.

“Cum, Y/N. I’ll go all night if I have to. But you will cum.”

You couldn’t fight it anymore. With a shout, you fell apart. Bucky fell forward and fisted at the sheets as he followed you. His body landed on top of yours, sticking and bumping into one another as your chests rushed for oxygen.

You licked your lips while he untied your wrists. “That was-“

“Amazing.”

“Yeah.”

He pulled you to his chest and rubbed your wrists. A few seconds later you both burst into giggles. It had been something random. Something you wanted to do to prove to Bucky that you trusted him. That he could trust you too in that you would tell him if things had gone wrong. Which they hadn’t. You’d talked about it for almost a month before setting a date. Then, like an idiot, you had forgotten until he came home. Still, you weren’t going to argue with the results.

“I’m glad we found something new to do. If you liked it.” You did your best not to tense up in his embrace.

Bucky hummed and circled his thumb on your arm. “I think I did. Though I might need another round to be sure. Maybe where you have to look for me?”

You smiled. “I think that can be arranged.”

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Forever Tags: @allidoisreadsmut @blondekel77 @hallemichelles @laochbaineann @lavitabella87 @ramblingsofabourbondrinker @savmontreal @southsidebucky @tinyelfperson @zuni21798 

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I’m going to clean up my tag lists a bit, so there’s plenty of room if you’d like to be added!

Any Other Night

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

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

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

Word Count: 2370

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

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

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

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

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

Forget Seth Rollins.

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

His gaze twisted like a dagger in your chest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He sighed. “Fine. I’ll follow you.”

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dammit. Why did he have to ask that?

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

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

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

“Y/N?”

“Please-“

Seth turned to leave.

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I forgive you.”

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

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

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

“This isn’t any other night.”

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Your Champion

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

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

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

Word Count: 1820

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

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

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

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

How could you tell her you already have one?

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

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

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

“Dolph.”

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

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

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

“Oh. He knows.”

***

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

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

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

“Stupid Rollins.”

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

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

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

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

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

He swallowed. “Baby. Please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, dear?”

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

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

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

“Very true.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dolph nodded. “Love watching you fall apart.”

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

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

“Dolph Ziggler… are you blushing?”

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

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

“That could take all night,” he smirked.

“Then you better get started.”

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My King, My Queen, My Love

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

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

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

Word Count: 1270

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

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

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

But this time was different.

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

What if he was conquered?

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

There’s always a first time.

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

“Hello, Y/N.”

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

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

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

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

“Let me make you feel good?”

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

“Yes, my king?”

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

The game. You loved this game.

“Three weeks, my king.”

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

“Three years, my king.”

That was also wrong.

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

“A lifetime, Balor.”

You were getting warmer.

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

Your chance.

“Centuries. My love.”

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

“Then I best get started.”

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

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

The sheets below you were starting to get soaked.

“Please, love,” you whispered.

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

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

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

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

Unstoppable.

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

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

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

You could not answer. You were too busy screaming.

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

Unstoppable.

“My, qu-… my… Y/N!”

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

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

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

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

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

ma grá = my love

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Quite the Show

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

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

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

Word Count: 1660

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

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

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

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

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

“Good morning.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Let it burn.”

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

Dolph turned off the stove.

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

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

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

“Are we doing this here?”

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

“No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not much of a preventive incentive.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Baby.”

“Yeah?”

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

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

“They’re coming up the sidewalk!”

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

The doorbell rang.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Will do.”

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

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

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

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

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