Note: Wrote this at midnight. Sleep deprivation is my writing drunk. But no editing; we die like men. Still turned out pretty good, if I say so myself. If you’ve got a Jason request, or for anyone else in the DC, let me know. Or I’ve got open tag lists too if you don’t want to miss anything. Enjoy!
In the distance, you could hear sirens, but you had a feeling they weren’t for you. Fifty-fifty chance though. In front of that sound, you could hear the other motorcycle rapidly approaching. Twisting your wrist, you revved again. Your front wheel left the ground for a bit as you surged forward. The sirens got closer, chasing the motorcycle that was pulling up even with you.
Glints from the street lamps curved over his red helmet. Although you couldn’t see his face, you could feel the smirk he gave you as he surpassed your bike and ran a red light. It made your heart stutter to see his bike weave between cars. And then stutter again as you did it yourself.
Jason was waiting for you at the finish line with his helmet on his knee. “And the victor is-“
“Me,” you interrupted. “I didn’t catch the eye of the cops. You should know better than to go through Blue Alley.”
He shrugged. “It’s the most direct path. And I know you never take that route, even if it is shorter.” He looked over your shoulder as the police cars finally began to catch up.
“We’re still on the opposite side of town from home. First one there gets movie dibs.” You bit your lip and knew he would up the stakes.
“First one home gets to top.”
You were a block away before he got his helmet back on. This time you did go through Blue Alley, the trap avenue where police cars would sit and wait for ticket victims. But you were smart. You drove between trucks so you were invisible from the radar guns. Once the ‘danger’ was passed, you left everything in the dust. Even then, you could hear Jason coming up. He was in your rear-view mirror soon. Then beside you.
He lost momentum as he had to swerve to avoid a car shifting lanes. You made it into the complex garage for your apartment with a whoop. It would have been deliciously smug, but you didn’t stay to wait for him with your helmet on your knee. Instead, you stole the only lift and waved at him as the doors closed.
By the time he caught up, you were naked and perched on the edge of the bed.
Jason shed his leather jacket. “What happened to watching a movie?”
“Oh, no. You said whoever won got to top. And I won.” You curled a finger to draw him to you, but he leaned back on the door and crossed his arms.
“We didn’t shake on that. Yeah, you won, so you get to use your idea.” His eyebrow arched and his tongue darted out to wet his lip. With the way his gaze was already journeying across your body, you had already won.
You stood up and slowly walked to him. “Victor should get to choose. I won. And I like your idea.” You slid your hands up his biceps, over his shoulders, then into the hair on the back of his head. “Please. You know I’ll make you feel good, baby.” His body eased out of tension. You pressed closer to him. “And we’ve had a great night of taking out bad guys. Then a good race in the early morning.” You bit your lip and tilted your head to look up at him better.
With a dramatic groan he let you pull him away from the door. Once his shirt was gone, you kissed across his pecs and up his neck. That made him impatient. His fingers fumbled with his belt until he was almost bare before you. Jason leaned to kiss you, chasing your lips as you backed away. He growled as you spun and tipped him onto his stomach, giggling as he bounced. He growled again as you snapped the waistband of his shorts. Before he could complain further, you straddled his ass and ran your hands up either side of his spine.
His body always had a chill. You knew why that would never fully go away, but that was never going to stop you from trying.
He let out a sigh as you began to massage his back. The closer you got to his neck, where he was always the most tense, the more sounds he made. Your hips circled as his moans and whimpers made you heat up. You leaned down and kissed up his spine. You knew where he needed you. Knuckles and open palm presses and rubbing in all the right places. And those sounds. By the time you had worked out the knots in his muscles, you were sure you were dripping.
You giggled and snapped his waistband again, inspiring him to roll over so you could help him out of them. His cock sprang free, also warmed up from your massage. It made your mouth water. A detail Jason didn’t miss.
“Come here.” He gripped at your thigh and tried to direct you to sit on his face. “You wanted to be on top. So get up here. Don’t worry, it’ll still be there. Once you’ve cum once or twice.” His face lit up as you mewled. Your view of his proud visage was obscured once you moved into position. His arms trapped your thighs on either side of his head. “To the victor, the spoils.”
He must have been talking about the first race because he set to eating you out like you were the prize. Not that you would complain… if you could. His sharp-witted tongue explored your heat like it was the first time. When your body reacted in one way or another, he would keep playing there. If you sighed or gasped, he would lap or suck harder. His name became a mantra. Encouraged, he dug his nails into your thighs and nipped at your clit. Your eyes crossed and your body shuddered. Jason eagerly drank you. His enthusiasm sent you into another spiral. One that made your jaw slack and your breath a desperate plea.
“That’s my, Y/N,” he hummed. His cool hands felt good against your burning skin. “You done being on top?”
“Uh-uh,” you mumbled weakly. You wriggled down his body until you were perched on his stomach. “Not done with you yet.” Back to back orgasms had scrambled your brain. The harder to tried to come up with something witty, the more you just wanted to bounce on his cock. So, instead you settled for spreading your juices over his cock by rocking back and forth. You grinned in triumph as Jason tossed his head back. Leaning up, you guided his cock into your heat, slowly working down until you could feel every inch of him. His abs danced under your fingertips while you adjusted.
“Feel so good, Y/N,” he breathed. “So perfect.”
You repaid his praise with circling your hips. In unison, you groaned. Jason’s hands slid up your thighs to your waist. Squeezing. Begging. You raised up and eased down. His eyes closed as his hands gripped you. It was your power, so you were going to use it as you pleased. You raised again, this time slamming home. The glide of him was perfect, so you chased that sensation over and over again. Faster and faster. Angling until he was hitting you just right and calling out your name.
He began to meet your thrusts. His hands tightened on your waist. Across his body, his muscles tensed and pulsed as raced towards release.
You pleaded with him to hurry; you weren’t going to last much longer either.
Up and up, tighter and tighter, your pleasure built until you couldn’t breath and finally broke apart. Jason let out a strangled cry. You shivered and fell forward. He caught you on his chest, rolling you to his side. He kissed across your face softly, pumping and easing you down. You finally settled into a smile and kissed him back.
“Maybe I should let you win races in the future.”
You playfully slapped his chest. “Don’t you dare.”
In the last Raw before Summer Slam, you are included in the main event. Final opponents are determined for the other matches but you feel out of place. Will you let Dean and everybody down or work past your fears?
Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, self-doubt
Word Count: 2700
Note: Heads up, I’m going to be moving back to college next week. (I know, just in time for Summer Slam! Yippee.) So it will be interesting to see how maintaining this series goes once my class schedule kicks in. Hopefully, I will be successful. Another heads up: Summer Slam’s chapter is going to be awesome and action-packed. *squee* Tag lists and requests open. Happy reading!
Monday Night Raw – August 13, 2018 – Greensboro, NC
If you were a begging type of woman, Dolph Ziggler and Drew McIntyre would not have started the show. Your nerves were on fire as you saw them walk into Gorilla, cringing when you heard Dolph’s music. In the ring, he pranced around as if the audience’s reaction to him was unanimous praise.
“Well hello to you to.” He grinned wide, ignoring the waves of hate rolling towards him. “We’re out here to announce that there’s a special match tonight. Drew, if you would.”
“You’re havin’ a Lumberjack match tanight,” Drew rumbled.
“That I am. Against Dean Ambrose. And there to catch him when I toss him out is going to be you, Mojo, and Mickie James. And of course Roman, Seth, and Y/N backing up Dean. But they won’t be able to much. Now, if Y/N could step out here please.”
You were more than happy to. If he wanted to have a battle of wits, he was going to realize quickly how unarmed he was. Seth followed you out, to rushed to zip up his gear shirt. “What do you want Ziggler?”
He laughed. “No need to be so formal, sweetheart. Dolph is just fine.”
“Get to the point. Ziggler.”
Biting back a scowl he cleared his throat. “I wanted to let you know it’s okay. At some point, your cousin is going to knock me out of the ring. You’re frustrated and angry. I won’t hold it against you if you hit me.”
As if reading from a hokey script, Drew asked “but I thought you liked Y/N. Why all this?”
Dolph turned to him and talked with his hands as if to a child. “You see, the key to winning a girl’s heart is playing hard to get.”
You scoffed. “That would be difficult for you then since you’re hard to want.” This was getting old. The match could start right now for all you cared.
Seth read your mind. He crossed his arm across your shoulders, keeping you from storming down the ramp. Dolph noticed. “Gettin’ a little close there, Rollins. Y/N, you could do so much better. He’s no Dolph Ziggler.”
You looked down at Seth’s abs, then back at the ring. “Good. It means he’s not freakin’ orange.” Seth coughed and turned to face behind you. He cackled quietly. “And I hope you’re ready for some serious bruising. This is going to end tonight.” You turned on your heel.
“Whatever you say, Y/N. But all tonight is going to prove is that I am the best man in the business. And nothing the Shield can do is going to disprove that.”
The women’s music sounding told Dolph his time was up. They each took turns bumping shoulders against them as they left the arena. Rhonda nearly knocked Dolph off his feet, making him growl and make a hastier exit. Alexa Bliss and Alicia Fox stood on one side of the ring while Natalya and Rhonda stood on the other. They may have won their opportunity as a team, but tonight eventually it was going to be every woman for herself.
Renee Young explained how the match was going to work. “The match is going to start as a tag match. To eliminate a team, one member has to be knocked to the floor over the top rope. Then from the remaining two women, a singles match will begin immediately.”
Corey snorted. “I can’t say I agree with this method.”
“I’m looking forward to see how it goes,” Renee pipped up. Nothing Corey was going to say was going to dampen her Raw commentary debut.
Alexa rolled out, leaving Alicia at the other’s two women’s mercy. Which they gave. Sharing a look, each of the three rolled a different way out of the ring, circling Alexa. While she was focused on not getting caught by Natalya or Rhonda, she bumped into Alicia. They shared sticky sweet smiles, then Alicia tossed her partner into the ring at the sound of the bell.
Natalya fought her first. She made frequent tags to Rhonda, ensuring they would both have enough energy for part two of the fight. If they made it that far. Alexa escaped and put that plan in jeopardy as Alicia rushed in, quickly weakening Natalya and trapping her in the ring. Rhonda rushed around to the side as Alicia tried to tip her partner over.
She was successful but crashed to the floor herself when Alexa knocked her feet out from under her. They continued to fight on the outside. Inside the ring, Alicia was gaining the upper hand. Once again, Natalya had no one to tag and had to muscle through and do her best. Exhausted, she fell against the ropes. Alicia scooped up under her, attempting for a pin.
“Oh yeah.” Alicia grabbed Natalya’s hair and slung her towards the ropes. Rhonda was there to make sure she didn’t sail over. She guided Natalya to the corner and tagged in, rushing towards Alicia. Foxy turned and reached for Alexa, who wasn’t there. Alexa hopped down, hoping Rhonda would tire out her partner. It backfired as Rhonda swung Alicia over her back and threw her over the top rope. Alicia fell on top of Alexa and they were announced to be eliminated.
Rhonda waited for Natalya to catch her breath. It wasn’t ideal. In a perfect world, they would both have more energy and could put on a better match. Natalya stood tall. This would have to do. For how much they had trained together, Rhonda picked up on her tells. Mixed with Natalya’s lack of momentum, she didn’t last much longer.
Even then, Rhonda hesitated to pin her friend. “I’m sorry,” she said as the ref counted to three. She helped Natalya to her feet.
“It’s okay, for now,” Natalya joked. “But you better kick ass on Sunday.” She helped the ref raise her hand in victory.
Kurt Angle held his phone far away from his ear with a wince. “Braun. Braun! I know, but it was best that you stayed away from the show tonight.” He paused and tromboned the phone as Braun reacted. “Because there are a lot of people who don’t want you to beat Brock on Sunday, and that’s not just him an Paul Heyman. I didn’t want you risking your Summer Slam match.” Gritting his teeth, he talked over his employee. “Look, you can yell at me Sunday night. After your match. If nothing goes awry. Okay? Good. See you Sunday.” He hung up with a sigh then saw you. “Hey, Y/N. Please come in.”
This couldn’t be good. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Angle?”
“Just Kurt. And yeah. I need your opinion on something.” He waited for you to step further into the room. “If I’m wrong I do have a back-up, so please be honest with your answer.”
You gulped. “Okay.”
“Y/N, do you think tonight’s match is going to end the problems with Dolph?”
“Honestly,” you said slowly, “no. From what I’ve learned about him, Dolph is going to keep going until the injuries to his body outweigh any gain he’s been scrambling for. Even if Dean gets him to that point, Mojo and Mickie are involved now too. They’ve got their own issues with us now.”
Kurt thought for a second. “There’s one more slot for Summer Slam.”
How? “Isn’t it a little late to be making matches? Summer Slam is on Sunday.”
He nodded. “I know. But I had a feeling this wasn’t going to be over before then. So, you and the Shield will have a match on Sunday against Dolph and Drew, and Mojo and Micke James.”
You sighed. “This is all my fault. I didn’t mean to be such a bother.”
“Hey,” Kurt gave your shoulder a light pat. “It’s how we settle things around here. If anything, you fit right in. You are not a ‘bother’ and we are lucky to have you on the team. You’ve just started and you’re putting more effort into your contract than some old timers.”
“That doesn’t matter. I don’t have the experience.” You groaned. “I’m not Dean. No matter how much effort I put into the match tonight or Sunday, I am going to burn out quickly.”
“Don’t worry about tonight or Sunday. You’ve got this.” His phone rang again. He walked away to answer it, despite your attempt to grab his attention. With a worried huff, your left his office.
“Are you ready for the match?” Seth’s voice behind you made you cringe. “I’ll take that as a no.” He jutted his chin in the direction that Kurt went. “So, I heard the tail-end of that. You get to be part of a Summer Slam match too, huh?”
“This is a disaster.” You slumped to sit on a crate. “I came here to be a reporter. And to reconnect with Dean, in a way. Everything has gone wrong. This is way more than what I can handle.”
“No, it’s not. I’ve seen you train. I’ve been beaten by you in training. Which, not to toot my own horn, is saying something,” he chuckled. When you didn’t cheer up he sighed and tilted your head up. He gave you a small smile. “Y/N?”
“I don’t want to let him down. Or any of you.”
“You won’t. I trust you.”
It was a tiny statement. But it meant the world. You couldn’t find the words to thank him but nodded. Seth grabbed your wrists and gave them the once over.
“Let’s get you some tape.”
Corey was grumbling even before Elias could strum his first chord. His stool was set up a few feet from the announce table on the stage. He sang an upbeat ditty about hating the town and his disdain for the opponents squabbling for his title, then left the spotlight.
“Front row seats to an Elias concert. Man, you guys really do get the good stuff,” Renee cooed. She elbowed Corey before he could retort.
Elias dipped his head. “I’m glad to see at least one person has accepted the enlightenment my music brings.” He glared at Corey and made small talk with Cole as Baron Corbin and Bobby Roode made their way down to the ring. He was unbothered by the idea of this match. If anything, he was excited to see who was going to face him at Summer Slam. It was the perfect opportunity to scope out his adversary.
Corbin and Roode circled each other looking for a way in. Eventually, they had to meet in a contest of strength. Corbin used his height to his advantage and caught Roode in a headlock. Neither wrestler was one known for their gravity-defying stunts, but Corbin was going to do everything he could to keep Roode from using his strength. It worked. For a while.
Using the crowd’s enthusiasm, Roode was able to make it to his feet. He bounced off the ropes and sent Corbin’s back crashing to the canvas. He didn’t fall for Corbin’s tricks. If Baron swung around a ring post, he was waiting for him. The Deep Six was hard to kick out of, but he did. Roode danced his way across the ring. If things continued his way, he was going to Summer Slam with a chance at the Intercontinental Championship. Roode kicked Corbin in the stomach and stepped back to power up for the Glorious DDT.
He took to long. Corbin reversed Roode’s movements into another Deep Six. When Roode stumbled up from that, he walked into an End of Days. His music was cut short by Elias playing his guitar.
Elias gave him a slight bow, then strummed his way out of the arena.
They were waiting for you in the ring. Roman and Seth went out first. Then Dean. He stayed close to the curtains, having promised you a surprise. You were still trying to work up the courage to go out there when a second guitar riff sounded. It was underlined with an electric guitar and strong drums.
“Surprise,” he smiled.
You had your own entrance music.
It was bold and had a great beat. Dean wiggled along with it on the way to the ring; you poorly stifled a giggle.
Dolph was left standing alone as his accompanying trio left the ring. Dean rolled and you took your spot on the ramp-side of the ring. After the bell rang, you bounced up and down like you usually did when watching matches from backstage. Being out in the arena? It was electric. Now you knew why Dean bounced and jumped through his matches. Mickie was glaring at you from the other side of the ring but that didn’t bother you. You had ringside access to one of Dean’s matches. This was wild.
Dean got tossed out first. Thankfully, Dolph’s aim was off and he sailed right into the arms of Roman. He received hair ruffling and loud pats on the back and then they sent him back in. His arms flailed, striking Dolph about every other rotation. You laughed as Drew and Mojo watched Dolph take the beating with uncomfortable grimaces. By keeping an eye on them, you saw the plan they formulated before Mickie could distract the ref. She jumped up onto the apron, pulling Dean’s attention away from Dolph. They tried to grab at his ankles, but even their long arms couldn’t reach him and a crisis was averted.
When Dean tossed Dolph over a rope, he made sure Roman was there to catch him too. You made sure there wasn’t inference from the left and Seth did the same for the right. You could tell the men weren’t scared of you. There was another plan in place. One that was for later as Dolph staggered his way back to his feet. The match went on, with Dean maintaining the upper hand. Drew and Mojo traded sides with Mickie.
You were distracted by Drew inching his way to Seth’s side when Dolph came flying over the ropes. He landed on you, smirking when he realized what his position was. With a growl, you flipped him to his back and started to punch at his face as hard and fast as you could. You were yanked to your feet by your hair. Mickie slammed your face into the apron. You fell back, dazed. Roman picked you up around your stomach, shouting at everyone to back off.
“Ow,” you mumbled, holding your head while Dolph slid back into the ring.
“Better get used to that, sweetie,” Mickie said, backing away.
There were several other altercations. Mojo did surprisingly well against Roman, while Seth used the barricades or apron to gain some height on Drew. Dolph continuously underestimated you and received similar treatment as to the first incident. No matter what you did, Mickie could always make you crumple like a ball of tinfoil. She could do the same to Dean, too. It took the three of you a few minutes to realize how much damage she was dishing out, then another few to break away from them to come to his aid.
Then there was the chair.
Mojo tossed it in while the ref’s back was turned. Dean was leaning against the ropes. He moved out of the way at the last second. Dolph’s swing bounced back at him off the top rope, sending the chair into his forehead and his body to the mat. The ref saw the whole thing and wouldn’t motion for a disqualification since it was self-inflicted. Dolph cursed and threw the chair away. It cut into Dean’s stomach, folding him in half.
You slid into the ring as the ref called for the disqualification. Dean waved off your worried looks and questions while the other team left. He coughed hard, holding his stomach.
“This isn’t over,” you hissed. “Far from it. They wanted the fight. They’ve got one.”
“That’s my baby cuz.” Dean grinned as you stuck your tongue out at him.
Prompt: “Could you write some smutty stuff with Alexa Bliss? Female reader. No other specific. Thnx!”
The competition of who can win their match while distracted has another victor. The loser is at their beck and call. Not that either would complain.
Pairing: Alexa Bliss x Female!Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: use of toys while working, oral, mutual thigh riding, begging
Word Count: 1080
Note: Had to do a little smut research for this request. I hope it came out like you wanted, anon! Thanks for sending it in. It’s my first Alexa fic, and my first w|w fic, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. If you’ve got an idea of your own or a tag list you’d like to join, just let me know. Enjoy!
You had a love-hate relationship with Alexa Bliss. To the WWE Universe, you hated her. Despised her. Did everything in your power to keep her from winning another championship. Once the cameras were gone and ring was packed away, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Love in the shadows. This lead to innovative ways to show affection.
Which is why you were already sweating bullets at the beginning of your match.
Alexa was leering at you from the other side of the ring, backing up her partner. Mickie was unaware of your predicament and showed no mercy. You rolled out of the way of a kick but stumbled when the vibrating in your gear jumped. It was in two places: your panties, and over your nipples. Originally, you had come up with the bra inserts (made from other pantie sets). You liked that most remote systems ran on the same frequencies. It had since then backfired. Mickie continued to chase you around the ring, grabbing your hair and slamming you to the mat. Your groan of pain out higher pitched than usual. You hoped Mickie wouldn’t notice.
With a deep breath, you leapt to your feet and started an attack of your own. The buzzing of your system interwove with the adrenaline, making you move faster and lighter on your feet. Even then, the hits you took made you moan instead of puff in pain. Mickie was beginning to give you looks.
She caught you in a headlock. “Are you okay, sweetie?” She cried out as you twisted out.
“I’m… fine.” You turned to glare at Alexa. Things had gone up another notch.
By the end of the match, you were more focused on not cumming in the middle of the ring than winning. You were eventually pinned, with Alexa whooping in triumph for more than one reason. She at least turned everything off before she left up the ramp.
She was waiting for you in her dressing room spread out across the couch. You couldn’t tell if she looked more like an unimpressed cat or some princess in a Renaissance painting. Either way, Alexa curled her finger and drew you into the room. The click of the lock was surprisingly loud. Or maybe you were just super on edge.
“You lost.”
“That I did. With your help of course.” You smirked. “Are waiting to get to the hotel, or-“
“When am I ever that patient?”
You nodded and kneeled in front of her. She leaned up so you could remove her shorts and get to work. Her fingers wove into your hair and guided you. From the corner of your eye, you saw her twirl the remote. You worked faster. The quicker you could get her off, the sooner she would let you cum.
“Nuh-uh-uh.” Alexa grinned as you froze. “I’m not patient enough for the drive, but don’t rush it, honey.” She tapped the back of your head for you to start again, but slower.
The focus now wasn’t to be fast. It was to be torturous. Like she had played with you in the ring. You lived for her whimpers and her sighs. Bumps raised on her skin as you trailed your fingers up her legs to her slit. You were just adding them to giving her pleasure when a shock jolted through you. She clicked the settings on the remote up to mid-power and hummed as you panted against her thigh. You squeezed your thighs together against the onslaught. Her legs fought against closing around you too as her release drew nearer.
“Not yet.” She tugged you away and fell on top of you on the floor. Sitting on your waist, she undulated her hips to match your bucking. Her fingers worked up under your top. “You should get rid of your gear.” She helped you remove it, then leaned forward and latched her lips around one of your sensitive nipples. All the while she kept moving her hips, chuckling as your movements became more frantic. She nipped between your breasts. “You’re still wearing too much gear.”
You gave a sigh of relief as you were stripped bare. Alexa perched on your thigh, pressing one of hers into the juncture between your legs. She sat up straight with her hands on your breasts. Roughly she squeezed and kneaded them, making your mouth fall open for breathless panting.
“You look so delicious like this, Y/N,” she cooed. She started to slide back and forth, shuddering with her own sparks. “My personal toy. It’s so easy to work you up. I wonder if anybody would have noticed if you had cum tonight.” Your groan hitched as she clawed her nails down your stomach. “Bet you want to cum now too, huh?”
So that’s what she wanted. She wanted you to beg. You could fight it for a while but knew the game would be up soon when she sucked her thumb into her mouth. It made you arch when she began to lazily circle your clit with it.
“Any time you want to start, honey.” When you bit your lip, she shifted so she could curl two fingers into your heat.
“Alexa,” you drawled out in a sigh. With a whimper, you bucked harder onto her hand. “Please-“
“Please what, Y/N?”
You moaned. “Please let me cum. Let me make you cum.” On a whim, you mirrored her earlier action and sucked your thumb into your mouth. She closed her eyes in bliss as you hurried to convince her. The way her lips parted made you want to taste them, so you tried harder. “So beautiful. Alexa, please.”
She nodded. “Then keep going. I’ll take care of you.” Her fingers pumped faster. She had all the control except of your thumb. In reckless parallel abandon, you both raced for the finish. Alexa’s praise descended into cursing as your walls contracted around her fingers. Your leg was slick with her and she squeezed your thigh between her own. “Right there, Y/N. Keep going.” Her voice sounded as wrecked as you felt.
When her nails scrapped down your side you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your toes curled to cramping and the bow of your back angled your thigh just right. Alexa screamed and shivered. Even though your arms were like jello, you braced against them as Alexa pulled you up for a kiss.
“Now we can go to the hotel. And I’m going to finish what I started.”
Tournaments for the Raw Women’s Championship and the Intercontinental get underway with the first brackets being fought. Y/N gets sucked further into the chaotic world and takes her own steps to ensure her own protection.
Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, kidnapping
Word Count: 3553
Note: Including this chapter, this series already has 33,000 words written. A novel is usually 60,000 words. I have almost written a novel with this, and I am not even half-way through with this series! Thank you for sticking with this, and I hope I can continue to hold your attention through the end. Enjoy! (Feedback and reactions much appreciated.)
Monday Night Raw – August 6, 2018 – Jacksonville FL
In an attempt to make up for last week’s fiasco, Kurt Angle scheduled the first of the number one contender’s tag matches first. The second one would be later that night closer to the end of the show. Rhonda Rousey and Natalya Hart were ecstatic to be fighting the two members of the Riot Squad. Liv Morgan and Sarah Logan were glad to be fighting their opponents too. They had enough of Sasha and Bayley’s troubles and knew that if they wanted a shot, Rhonda and Natalya were the way to go. The other two women were convinced this was going to be an easy fight.
The Riott Squad used Rhonda’s inexperience and distracted her. Natalya was repeatedly left without an escape tag. There was a smidgen of a tiff in the corner once Rhonda returned to her spot on the apron.
“You can’t leave me like that.” Natalya gestured in the general direction of the other corner. “Keep an eye on your back, but don’t engage. The only thing that matters is what happens inside the ring.”
Rhonda grumbled her understanding and tagged into the match. She did what Natalya said, watching her back and not engaging whichever Riott member was trying to cause trouble. In return, Natalya ran offense on the outside of the ring. It wasn’t a foolproof plan, but it worked better than Rhonda trying to chase down either of their opponents.
It was beginning to look like that wasn’t going to be enough. Liv and Sarah were quick taggers when they were squirmy enough to get away. It ensured that one was always fresh when against a wore-out Natalya or Rhonda. Their insistent laughter annoyed everyone. Even the referee cringed. But they liked to congratulate each other after each hit that sent the women to the canvas.
Natalya and Rhonda shared a look. Natalya crept off the apron and circled around to behind Liv, who was standing on the apron. Rhonda pretended to take the bait, drawing her into the ring as Sara inched up behind her. Rhonda dropped to the mat when Liv attacked, leaving plenty of room for Natalya to spring through the ropes like a cat and send Liv sailing through the other side. Sarah watched it unfold, stunned. She wasn’t aware she was even being pinned until the ref got to three.
The winning team let their wrists be raised and hugged in the center of the ring.
The second match of the night was the first tournament match for the Intercontinental Championship. Bobby Roode and Apollo Creed squared off after a handshake. Titus and Dana Brooke stayed on the floor in Apollo’s corner, cheering him on. As soon as the bell rang, Dana kept a close eye on both competitors and kept detailed notes throughout the match.
It was incredibly even. Roode was more of an ‘I’m going to knock you off your feet’ guy, while Apollo filled in the match with his acrobatic flips. Several times, they nodded at each other, slapping palms together in quick handshakes between attacks. When Apollo would take a hard fall, he scrambled back towards his corner where Titus would shout words of encouragement, and Dana would share what she noticed.
What none of them anticipated, was Bobby changing how he fought depending on what Dana said. If she noticed he started to favor a limb, he would turn his body and fight with his other side to protect it until it hurt less. The speed and agility were worthless if Bobby simply stepped out of the way, taking Dana’s miss-transferred advice to save his energy. He caught Apollo in a Glorious DDT and won his way into the next bracket.
You took a deep breath and turned to Heath Slater and Rhino as the red light began to flash on the camera. “Mr. Slater, what are you expecting from your match tonight with Bo Dallas and Curtis Axel? They were so close to the tag team titles. If you beat them in this match do you see a chance for the titles in the near future?”
“That would be great, yeah. It’s been a while since we’ve wrestled, and I’ve got kids to feed.”
“And I’ve got myself to feed,” Rhino added. Heath chuckled and let himself be nudged.
With a smile, you tilted the mic back to yourself. “And what would you do as champions? Frequent defenders or watching the rabble fight for a chance at them?”
Rhino whistled. “I like you. Um, probably,” he looked over to Heath, “probably a little of both. Maybe like with what they’re doing with the women’s title? Have a member-“
“Yeah, from each team be part of a team so four can compete at once. Then the winning team all members fight one another for the contender’s spot. You are brilliant!” Heath slapped Rhino on the back. Hard. It didn’t seem to faze him. “Things would happen a lot quicker that way, so defenses would be frequent. But-“
“There would be so many combinations to ensure continuous rabble matches,” you finished. “You guys might want to submit that to Mr. Angle.” You froze as you heard a smug puff of a laugh.
“Yeah, if they win tonight.” Dolph Ziggler swaggered up behind you. “And tonight isn’t for anything.” He blocked your attempt to move past him. When you turned back around to leave with Heath and Rhino, they had been replaced with Drew McIntyre.
You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry. “This hallway sure got crowded. Why are you here?” You wiped your hands on your dress jeans.
Dolph ran his thumb over his bottom lip. “We’ve got a match tonight against your cousin and one of his ‘brothers’, but we’d hate for you to have to watch the destruction alone. So Mojo and Mickie James are going to keep you company.” As he said their names, the other wrestlers stepped into view, completely surrounding you with no way out.
Muttering under your breath, “the one week they actually let me walk around by myself, something like this happens.” You glared at Dolph. “And if I say no?” You shuddered as Drew let his hand land heavily on your shoulder. “Ah. Well then.” You took a deep breath and hesitant look around.
Then you tried for a sprint.
Mojo caught you around your waist. He hoisted you over his shoulder and carried you off down the hallway while you kicked and screamed for him to put you down.
In the ring, Dean was pacing in front of Roman and Seth. He grabbed hold of the ropes on the Titantron side and gave it a wild shake before stomping towards the down front corner for a mic. By the time he had it, Dolph’s record scratch had sounded. Dean started talking as Dolph and Drew walked out onto the stage.
“You really have a death wish if you’re trying something like that Ziggler. Y/N has nothing to do with your issue with any of us, so you go back there and tell your new sidekick to let her go. Now. Then he’s going to join you out here so I can kick his ass too.”
Dolph wagged his finger. “That’s not how this is going to work, Ambrose. You can either let her watch this match, or you can fight us and Mojo… later tonight.” He grinned triumphantly while Dean growled and increased his pacing. Roman and Seth stepped closer to him in case he decided to charge. Dolph handed the mic to Drew.
“He’s gotta ‘ave time to warm up. You’d hate for ‘im to ‘ave an injury. You know bet’er than anyone how havin’ ta sit at ‘ome can drive a man crazy.”
Dean leapt for the ropes; Roman and Seth caught him just in time. Roman was able to maneuver in front of him while Seth kept him back.
Roman took control of the mic. “Then we’ll see you later tonight. But leave Y/N alone, or nothing on this earth is going to save you.”
Dolph gave a mock bow and followed Drew off the stage. In the ring, Dean was moments away from ripping his hair out while his brothers did their best to calm him down enough to strategize.
There were still other matches that needed to happen. The other chance for the Intercontinental Championship was between Baron Corbin and No Way Jose.
Thanks to his matches with Dean earlier in the year, Jose was more ready for Baron. He knew when to be quick, and when to hold his ground. And when to watch the bottom corner of the ring for Baron’s slingshot if he was tossed out. Inside or outside of the ring, Jose did his best to keep up. With the proper timing, there was even enough space to dance and mock the lone wolf.
Baron was not easily rattled. Whenever Jose would get a move over him, Baron would shrug it off and keep moving. At opportune times during the match, he would catch Jose in a headlock or chokehold to slow him down. He also took that time to say anything he could to discourage his opponent. He would let him get away for a little while, then stop him in his tracks again, using up most of Jose’s energy.
A chance clothesline that led into a Deep Six ended the match, ensuring that Baron was going to face Bobby Roode for the number one contender’s spot.
The last pre-set fight of the night was the second women’s tournament bracket. Bayley came out to her music and made her way down to the ring. She was confused when it wasn’t Alicia Fox’s music that followed, but Sasha’s. The Boss did her entrance with a smug grin. She stood in the opposite corner of the ring and waited for her partner to show up.
Alicia Fox finally made her way into the arena. But she stayed on stage. Like she was waiting for someone.
Alexa Bliss was that someone.
She and Alicia hugged each other’s hips like old friends on their way down the ramp. The watched the frantic war between Bayley and Sasha was great amusement. Alexa teased them with her usual crying motions. “Did you really think that anyone was going to want to team with either of you with all your issues? And the irony! You two now have to team together, or you don’t get a shot at the Raw Women’s title!” She gasped and covered her mouth; Alicia mirrored her before stepping out so the bell could ring.
The other two women couldn’t stop arguing about who should fight first. Alexa sighed and grabbed Bayley by the hair to pull her into the center of the ring. Sasha took the message and moved out, scowling at Alicia from her post. She didn’t flinch when Alexa bounced Bayley’s head off the canvas like a basketball. She did look away when she was dragged to the corner and stomped on by the other women as they rapidly tagged each other in between five counts. When she’d had enough of watching, Sasha waiting for the ref to be preoccupied with the team and ran over to grab Bayley by the ankles. She dragged her to their corner and tagged herself in.
It didn’t go much better for her. Alicia toyed with her anger of betrayal, never turning her back, and eventually keeping Sasha away from her corner. The crowd gasped when Sasha went flying through the ropes and crashed on the outside. The assault continued with head smashes to the apron from Alexa, and then barricade tosses once Alicia got past the ref.
There were brief moments when Bayley and Sasha had the upper hand, but they were cut short by the women arguing over the best way to win the match. They were pinned at the same time, meaning that Alicia and Alexa were going to face Rhonda and Natalya next week for the championship match at Summer Slam.
When Charlie interviewed the victors after their match, she asked Alicia why she teamed with Alicia. Alexa answered for her.
“I would have been teamed with Mickie, but she’s ‘busy’ at the moment with a little side thing. And I saw Foxy caught in that tug-of-war between Sasha and Bayley and offered a way out. You’ve got to agree that she made the right choice considering that we won.”
Alicia shrugged. “I could have won with any of you. What sealed the deal-“
“What sealed the deal was knowing the great match we’re going to have in two weeks.” Alexa beamed and linked their arms together. “Baddest woman alive or not, Rhonda and Natalya aren’t going to know what hit them.”
You’d heard them searching for you. Each time you heard Dean’s frantic voice you wanted to call out, but doing so would have opened him up for an ambush. When it was time to go to the ring, you could barely see where you were going due to the wall of wrestlers around you. You did your best to peek over them on the stage, seeing the Shield ready in the ring. Mojo joined the odd team to the ring while Mickie led you over to the commentary table and sat you in a center seat.
“Um, welcome to commentary,” Michael Cole said. “Is… is she allowed to… talk, Mickie?”
Mickie made sure your headset mic was in place and then fixed hers. “Of course. I’m just here to make sure she doesn’t get hurt by trying to get involved. But you’re not going to try anything, right, sweetie?”
“I don’t know. If you guys keep pushing my buttons I can’t guarantee I won’t.” You leaned back in your chair as the match started.
Everyone was involved. Roman was locked with Drew, Seth was kneeing Dolph in the stomach, and Dean was raining blows down on Mojo as fast as his arms could rotate. The make-shift group was the first to give up the ring. They stood in solidarity while the other men caught their breath on the floor.
Corey tried to inspire conversation. “Mickie, we saw a little of why you joined the group. To get away from Alexa for a bit. Do you think you’re going to regret giving up your title chance for joining this… for lack of a better term: revenge crew?”
Mickie scoffed. “Maybe in the beginning it was about Alexa and me. But I have always known that I was never going to get a title shot with her. She’s too controlling of her fate and the fate of anyone around her who could get in the way. No.” She loudly patted your leg. “What it’s about now is helping out a new sister in the business.”
You squeaked and covered your eyes as the opposing trio used the Shield’s ring entrance against them. They were able to knock Seth and Roman out onto the floor but had to team up to kick out Dean.
“You okay there, Y/N?” Coachman asked.
“Yeah.” You sighed. “Honestly… I’m always like this when I’m watching a match. For anybody. You have to remember, this is kind of new for me.” You flinched again as the ref was finally able to gain some control, just in time for Seth to get a Scottish boot to the face. “And Mickie, I don’t want your help. Thanks to Dana’s notes I know you’re a legend. But The thing with Dolph is something I’m not interested in.”
“And why not? You can see he’s a good wrestler.” Her point was punctuated by Dolph avoiding one of Roman’s Superman punches.
“When a woman says no, it shouldn’t be the beginning of a negotiation.” The male commentators wisely stayed silent on the topic, instead calling the tags as Mojo and Dean rotated in. You wanted to leave it at that and focus on watching Dean, but Mickie kept pressing.
“Why didn’t you even give him a chance? He hasn’t done anything to hurt you.”
You took a deep breath. “Except inspire you and Mojo to attack me and my cousin, kidnap me, and all in all refuse to accept my no. Why should I have to give a random dude a chance when I’m not attracted to him? If it had been the other way around I would have been called desperate and a stalker. I have every right to say no to him. I hope the guys beat the crap out of him. It’s nice to have guys watching my back instead of my backside for a change.” Your headset fell to the floor with a clatter as you stood up.
In the ring, the match had descended into a brawl. And the Shield was losing, even though they won the disqualification.
Mickie grabbed hold of your arm and tried to pull you back into your seat. “You don’t want to go down there, honey. Trust me.”
“Actually Mickie… you saying that really makes me want to go down there.”
Your mind was made up when Dolph twisted Dean’s recently healed elbow around his arm, making Dean cry out. It was a good thing you were wearing pants because the world would have seen everything with how you fell over Mickie’s legs while escaping the booth. She caught up with you more towards the middle of the stage. But you were ready for her. Turning quickly, you grabbed her hair and slammed her down onto the stage. With a little bit of effort, you were able to get her enough to her feet to throw her into the dark void that was the back stairs for the stage. Mickie having been dealt with, you rushed towards the ring.
Dean spun around, spotting you hallway down the ramp. He yelled to Roman, “get her out of here!” Roman hesitated, then quickly left with a nod, leaving Dean alone in the ring as Dolph and Mojo rolled in and began to circle him. Drew continued throwing Seth’s spine into the barricades.
Roman caught you around the waist. He struggled to drag you away.
“Dean! Roman, put me down! We can’t just leave him out here alone. Put me down. I’ll stay put if you’ll go help him. Roman!” Your cries and pleas fell on seemingly deaf ears. The ring was getting further away. Your vision tunneled to Dean with his arms trapped behind him by Mojo so Dolph could cut at his chest mercilessly. You shook your head, not believing that there was nothing you could do. Roman faltered as your knees buckled, making you dead weight. Roman shifted is grip so he could carry you away, but you took the split second of freedom to drop him into a jawbreaker. He fell back onto the ramp, holding his jaw.
You sprinted down the ramp and rolled into the ring.
Mojo saw you first, dropping Dean so Dolph could stomp on him. You pulled on the top rope and let your feet slide out from under you. Mojo went over the ropes, his shout of surprise alerting Dolph to your presence in the ring. But it was too late for him to do anything. You grabbed him by the hair and spun him around so you wrap your arm around his the back of his neck. Dean grinned from the mat as you used Dirty Deeds. He continued holding his loopy smile as you pushed and dragged him out of the ring. Damn, he was heavy.
Roman met you on the ramp and supported Dean on his other side. Seth sent Drew’s shoulder into a ring post and hurried to catch up. The four of you walked backward, keeping your eyes on the three of them until you were backstage.
Dean’s smile evaporated. “What were you thinking?” He sat on a crate, fuming. “You should have stayed with Roman. They could have hurt you.”
“They were hurting you.”
“I can take it. It’s my job. I’ve been outnumbered before.”
You sat down next to him. “I know. I remember. Cincinnati. The day they took me away. I was trapped in the city car. You were outnumbered by a cop and his partner. I couldn’t stop calling your name. You heard me; tried to run after me. But… the cops… they caught you and the fight broke out. The last image I had of you was you on your stomach getting handcuffed. Because of me.” You shook your head, heart racing. “Not this time. Not when I could do something about it. Not this time,” you broke off.
Dean sighed. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, failing to hide a wince, and kissed the top of your head. “Thank you.” He looked up at Roman and nodded at him. Seth slumped against the wall with a tired huff.
“And I’m sorry about your jaw.” You grinned sheepishly up at Roman, your dimples shining. Dean puffed and smiled too. He nudged your shoulder.
Roman groaned. “And I thought it was bad when there was just one Ambrose to keep up with.”
“We may be headed for trouble,” Seth groaned, “but I can’t say that we can argue with the results.”
Prompt: “So you know how Tony Stark is high tech person right? What if one day he comes in telling the Avengers he installed a system in their bedrooms (for some reason idk) that basically give realistic hologram. So he demonstrates and the reader is internally freaking out and politely asks if it’s already working and obviously he says ‘yes’ so she runs to her room while telling F.R.I.D.A.Y. to have her room door open. And they hear her slam her door, and once inside she’s just spends the day with holograms reenacting moves with wrestlers, and they pass by her room and all they hear is giggling. And one day she comes in to her room and she thinks she left the hologram on and it won’t leave so she goes to touch it and turns out they’re real and turns out Tony hired them for her birthday” [Do you have a top three/four wrestlers?] “Right now it’s Finn Balor, Elias Samson and between Baron Corbin and Roman Reigns. Thank you so much! 😘 ” – @theangelsfightwithdevils
Warnings/Promises: fluff (?Is that what this is?), wrestling violence (for entertainment, not with malice)
Word Count: 1450
Note: When this came in, I was so excited! I couldn’t keep a smile off my face as ideas started to run wild. Or the entire time I was writing this. Thank you so much, sweetie, for sending this in. Hopefully, this is as wonderful as the fantastic imagination you have! For anybody else who has an idea, my requests are open, and all of my tag lists. Please enjoy this fic and share it along if you liked it!
“Alrighty, everybody gather ‘round.” Tony fiddled with a board filled with knobs and a keyboard. “I think we’re all pretty tired of sparring each other, right?”
There were several nodding heads. Except for Bucky and Natasha.
“You two don’t count,” Sam said. “Nobody can beat you.”
“Not our fault.”
“Right,” Nat punched Sam’s shoulder. “Means you need to train more.” You giggled with Wanda as he scoffed. Peter muttered something about having his back, which only made you two laugh louder.
Tony harrumphed and frowned. Steve directed the attention back to him with a chuckle. “Thanks, Cap. Somebody name someone you’d like to fight. From Earth,” he added, pointing at Thor. “I’ll add interdimensional persons later.”
Steve took the bait. “Robert Stanbard.” He grinned as Bucky stifled a laugh. “He was the guy who played Hitler in the war bonds show.” He hastily took a pair of gloves Tony tossed in his face.
Tony typed a few things before pressing a bright green button. Beams of light circled the room. They spun like Star Trek transporter beams in front of Steve. Stanbard flickered to life from the boots up. He blinked and looked around before honing in on Steve. The false mustache twitched and his raised a fist. His head snapped back as Steve beat him to it.
“Two hundred and three, right?” Bucky clapped Steve on the back while Clint rushed forward to ask about fighting Bruce Lee. But when he went to hit the hologram, his hand went through the light.
“Oh, you’re going to need these.” Tony took the gloves back from Steve and strapped Clint into a thin vest. “Using Princess Shuri’s kinetic dampener from her Black Panther suit, I’ve altered that to face inwards. Combined with the communication between the board and the suit, when you get hit you’ll feel it, and vise versa. Everybody’s already got a suit in their rooms.”
Your ears perked up. “Is the system installed in the main rooms, or-“
“It’s in every room.” Tony beamed, proud of himself. “That way if you need something to beat up, but don’t want to go all the way to the training room, you can stay in. Cool, huh?”
Doing your best to hide your excitement, you stepped towards the hall. “Is it up and running everywhere? Now?”
Tony turned towards the board to fiddle. “Yeah. The effects work better in the training room because it can adapt to any environment, but it is functional in every-“
You didn’t hear anything else as you sprinted toward your room. Nat and Wanda shared a knowing look as you shouted at Friday to have your door open. Once it slammed shut, you rushed toward the new panel on your wall and got to work. Hours later, all anyone could hear from your room was crashing and giggling.
“What’cha gonna do, Baron?” The hologram of Baron Corbin rushed at you. Running the opposite direction, you bounced off the trampoline you’d sat against your wall and used the momentum to jump over him. You barely cleared him, and he got you with a clothesline a second later. From the floor, you groaned. “What else do you have?”
The hologram Baron didn’t answer. Tony didn’t want there to be any accidental calls to Friday. Nor did he want the ability to talk to possibly help the holograms should there be another robot take-over. Technically it was Bruce’s idea, but Tony took the credit per usual.
After a week or two, the hype had died down a little. Most usually just went to the training room, which besides being programmed with an adaptable floor and climate control, also dealt with the smell of a bunch of Avengers training. Still, you liked getting to fight different wrestlers in your afternoons. Occasionally you’d forget to turn off the board, but usually Friday took care of that. One of the several upgrades Tony was obsessed with.
You shook your head after passing the main lounge room. Maybe you’d been wrestling too much. You could have sworn that was Baron Corbin talking to some of the team. It was probably just a visitor. There were bunches of those.
“Oh. Hi, Roman,” you chirped. The hologram didn’t reply back. Still, you moved closer. If this was another upgrade, Tony had made a fantastic improvement. You couldn’t see through him, and you swore you could see him breathing, something the holograms didn’t do before. Reaching out, you tested the upgrade to see if you could feel it without the gloves. His torso didn’t give. With a smile, you gave his arms a light squeeze. “Dang, Tony has really outdone himself. You feel almost real.”
“Almost?” Roman chuckled.
You gasped and stepped back into attack position.
Roman raised his hands in self-defense. “Sorry, didn’t mean to alarm you. But, uh, surprise. And happy birthday, Y/N.” He beamed as realization crossed your face.
“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
You jumped and gave him a hug, releasing him a second later. “Sorry. Um, thank you. How-?”
“I’m supposed to tell you…” he looked off in false thought, “that I’m to be your guide to the training room? I think you might actually have to do the guiding.” He took your arm and walked with you.
As soon as the doors slid open, the team yelled out ‘surprise’ and rushed to be the first to hug you. But you were distracted. Just past everyone, you saw three more familiar faces.
“I did see you in the lounge!” You rushed over to Baron, who was talking to Tony.
“Yeah, and about ruined your surprise. Sorry.” Baron shook your hand and moved to the side so Finn Balor and Elias Samson could step into view. “Mr. Stark tells us you are a fan of the WWE?”
You blushed. “Yeah. I am. But how did-“
Tony glanced over his shoulder. “Wanda and Nat spilled the beans. They also spilled your favorite kind of cake, ice cream, and your dream to wrestle in the WWE. Since you’re part of the team, that last part might be difficult. But I figured this was close enough and pulled a few strings.” Tony spun you around fast enough to make you dizzy. When you came to a stop, you saw the squared circle set up in the middle of the room.
“You didn’t?” You wrapped your arms around his waist, then did the same to Nat and Wanda. “Thank you all. This… this is the best thing I would have never thought to even ask for.”
A large mass moved past you and into the ring. The lights dimmed to just one in the center. You descended into laughter as Elias and his guitar were illuminated. He led everyone in singing you ‘happy birthday.’ He glared at Tony for being incredibly off-key. Roman kept you from hiding your face in your hands. Elias sang one of the songs from his album, then stopped abruptly. “Now that’s over, where’s the cake?”
Vision brought it out. Finn tried to hang back, but Baron tugged him forward. “One slice isn’t going to kill you. Or ruin your figure.”
Finn grumbled but licked his lips when you made the first cut. “Fine. But just a tiny piece. Thank you.”
After the food had settled a bit, the inevitable challenge came up. You were named the wrestling captain for the Avengers, and you picked Steve, Clint, Natasha, and yourself to go against the four of them. From there, there were several mixed teams like Sam and Finn versus Baron and Bucky. A surprising Baron versus Peter, who did not use his web shooters, but did acrobatics around the ring that made Finn smile like a child with new Legos. Also Thor and Roman against Elias and Wanda, which was dubbed ‘The Match for Best Hair.’ The team that won then fought themselves with the winner accepting a small trophy Tony 3D printed during the match.
Vision was referee for the whole time. Rhodey found a mic, thanks to Friday, announcing the matches and friendly insulting Tony every chance he got. Bruce even took a turn in a singles match with Finn before they sat out to discuss the duality of man and themselves.
You fought with and against each of them as many times as you could. Taking a spear? Fantastic. Deep-Six? You would gladly take seven. Coup de Gras and the Halo Powerbomb? Oh hell yes. They never seemed to run out of energy. Not that the matches really went on very long, mainly they were just showing off move-sets real and made up on the spot.
You had to stop the party yourself. “They’ve got wrestling to do on Monday. We can’t wear them out.”
The last thing that happened for the night was a giant picture with everyone standing in the ring. Or, in Clint’s case, perched on a ring post like a sharp-eyed gargoyle. You stood dead center between your favorite wrestlers and surrounded by your closest friends.
*I assumed T’Challa would have to stay in Wakanda. But you can bet your ass that he flew the whole roster over so he could fight the Big Dog, Lone Wolf and anybody else who dared. And Okoye and Nakia teaming with Nat and Wanda versus the Four Horsewomen? Well… you can just imagine that.
Prompt: “Would you be open to Dolph Ziggler with a slightly bigger girl and him being kinky af”
Pairing: Dolph Ziggler x PlusSized!Reader
Warnings/Promises: dirty talk, public dirty talk, SMUT, body worship, orgasm denial, oral (female receiving), Dolph being loud, being overheard, panty gagging (male), mutual choking (I don’t know if this would actually work or not, so be safe!)
Word Count: 1700
Note: In this fic, I tried not to put an overemphasis on the reader’s size. It’s mentioned, but not to the point of feeling self-conscience. If anything, I’ve made sure Dolph has gotten the reader super comfortable with her body by showing her already how much he loves every part of it. And this is filth. Loud and over-the-top, just like Dolph. I’m not usually a Ziggler girl, but this was fun to write. Thanks for the request. Got your own? Requests are open. Tag lists too. I hope you enjoy this!
The ice in Dolph’s glass clinked together as he put it down to answer his phone. “Hey, Y/N. Whatcha need?” He swallowed hard as he heard you moan on the other end of the line.
“You. Need you.” You sighed high and desperate. Your shirt rustled as you played with your bare breasts under the fabric.
Dolph stole a glance at Drew, who shook his head with a smile and waved him off. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. See ya, Drew. Can you get… the tab, thanks.” He left the hotel bar with his phone still to his ear, listening to you. The elevator was thankfully empty when he got in.
You heard the ding of the doors closing and doubled your efforts knowing it would drive him crazy. Your breath hitched as you rolled your stiff nipples between your fingers.
“Baby girl, if you keep that up I might not make it to the room. Then where would you be?”
A mischievous thought made you bite your lip and hum. “Alone with my vibrator, I guess.” He didn’t have to know that you hadn’t even brought it.
“Is that so?” Dolph lowered his voice. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Cumming over the phone, knowing at any second someone could need a lift? What if my finger slipped and you ended up on speaker?” He chuckled low and dark. “But you’d like that. The thrill of getting caught. Bet it’s making you drip right now.”
He was right. He knew how right as he heard you keen. Your fingers moved to trail over the waistband of your shorts.
“Have you started without me, yet? I don’t care if you have or not, but I’m hoping you’re naked by the time I get there. You always get upset with me when your unmentionables end up a shredded mess.” The doors opened and Dolph hurried down the hallway. “Better move quick, Y/N. You know how I don’t like anything in my way.”
He couldn’t even insert his key into the door before you opened it just wide enough for him and dragged him in by his shirt. His phone fell to the floor as you ended the call from your end. He pinned you to the wall and ran his hands up your bare skin. You gasped as he grasped your ass and squeezed. While your mouth was open, he took it over. His tongue fought with yours, thrusting in time with his hips. You shivered and gripped his arms as the assault sent your already racing blood crackling through you.
You hummed in surprise as he pulled you away from the wall and guided you back to the bed. His clothes dropped almost as fast as yours had a few seconds before he got to the door. Your head fell back as he groped your breasts.
“Love these.” He kissed the tops of them then sank to his knees. “Love this very much.” He kissed over your mound and caught your fingers in his before you could twist them in his hair. He stood and titled your face up. “And I love doing this the most.” Dolph kissed you long and sweetly. You whimpered into his mouth when he squeezed you close. He pulled away from your hips bucking towards his length and laid out on the bed.
Biting your lip, you stayed put, waiting for his instruction. The power dynamic wasn’t something that could be labeled, but you both liked how it worked out, and the orgasms it brought. When he was situated, he beckoned you over by curling his finger. You bounced onto the bed and tried to straddle his chest facing his cock.
“Oh, no. This way, sweetheart.” He had you turn around so you could brace on the headboard. You pouted, making him laugh. “None of that. I’ll get mine, trust me. But right now, I don’t want you letting go of that headboard until I tell you too. You’re going to need it.”
“But… I can’t even reach back for you?”
“Nope. Now give me that peach.” He gripped around the meat of your thighs and pulled your sex to his mouth. You shuddered with his first movements. They were slow and teasing. It wasn’t going to stay that way for long. Or so you thought. Dolph wasn’t the most patient man when it came to you. Not that you were ever going to complain. He lapped at your clit and pulled away. “And one more thing, don’t cum either. Not until I say. Gonna ruin my goddess. Okay?”
You bit your lip and nodded, settling in for a surprise long ride. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Dolph set into beautifully torturing you with pleasure. Hitting all the points that made you buck towards his mouth. Humming and praising you until your skin was hot with blush. Adding fingers to reach for your g-spot. Your knuckles ached. It was hard to breathe and you arched, desperate to hold off. He brought you down just as slowly as he had built your near-release. You rested your head on your hands, and let out the breath you had been holding. Dolph kissed the inside of your thigh and rubbed your legs, praising your patience.
“Now can I turn around?” you pleaded. Dolph dragged his hands up your sides to your breasts. He held them in his hands, flicking his thumbs over the tips. “Please, Dolph?” You whined his name.
He chuckled. “Okay, okay.” Keeping still, he watched as you happily shift directions. “Only touch.” Dolph smirked as you glared at him over your shoulder.
Fine. Dolph knew what he was getting himself into. You could be pretty vengeful in such circumstances, making it mutually worthwhile.
Just as he knew your weaknesses, you knew his. Using your nails on the tops of his thighs, you made him shudder out a gasp. Only touch. So that’s what you did. You sucked your fingers in your mouth and wet them noisily. His thighs tensed as you dragged them up the vein on his cock. Dolph was trying to distract you with curling his fingers into your heat, but you were on a mission. With one hand wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, you slowly stroked the rest. He moaned, shouting when you gave him a twist. Empowered, you sped your movements, freezing his actions on you.
His head fell to one side to lean against your leg. Rhyme and reason had nothing to do with the menagerie of sounds coming from him. You turned to sit across his legs. It pinned him beneath you, and also gave you the perfect view of his wrecked face. You tightened two fingers at his base and twirled the others under his balls. Dolph fisted the sheets.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that.” He gave a shout as you put pressure in all the right places.
From the other side of the wall, your neighbor pounded and shouted, “seriously?”
You giggled and crawled to lay over him. “Shhh,” you said placing your finger over his lips. He gently nipped it between his teeth.
“No promises,” he whispered. He guided his length into you, filling you in one thrust that made you both shudder. You sat back on him, smiling as his hands scratched up your thighs before taking control of your hips. “Ride me. Oh, keep going.” His voice cracked, but he kept making noises that made your skin break out in goosebumps.
There was more banging. “Dude! Turn down your porn!”
Both of you froze, then burst out laughing. You hung off the bed and rustled through the heap of clothing. You came back with a grin and your panties. Dolph smelled them as you held them in front of his face.
“Damn. You were really desperate for me, weren’t you?”
You shut him up by stuffing them in his mouth. Hopefully, that would help keep you both out of trouble for a while. The glint in his eye suggested otherwise.
Loud or silenced, Dolph ruthlessly slammed you down over and over again. Your hips were bruised. Your skin was sensitive. Your blood was on fire. Dolph was shiny with sweat. His eyes were bright and focused on you. He was so close, as were you. Dangerously close.
Shivering with the will to hold off, you fell forward to brace yourself on his chest. He tugged your panties free and tossed them away, then reached up to cup your face. His touch slipped to rest on your neck. He gave you a test squeeze and tried to pull away, but you covered his hand with yours. His other hand slid down your thigh and took your hand on his chest, guiding it up to rest on his neck as well with his hand over yours. He squeezed your hand and around your neck with the same pressure. Dolph had the control, but you welcomed being able to be a part of it.
Your senses dimmed to included just him. His body crashing into yours. His hoarse sounds. Filling you again and again. How his hips stuttered and his vision seemed to glow with focus too.
“Cum,” he whispered, releasing your mutual holds.
You were blinded and could feel nothing besides the rush and Dolph cumming with you.
He caught you on his chest and rolled so you were both on your side. After easing out of you, he pulled you close and kissed your forehead. You panted against each other for a few minutes. He peeked over your form to the clock, groaning with how early it still was.
“Are you tired? Tomorrow’s a sleep-in day, so we can get a heck of a lot of sleep if you want.” He closed his eyes with a sigh and rested his forehead on yours.
You ran your hand down his side to rest on his hip. “Not really.” You groaned as you shifted your legs. “But I am sore. In the best way.”
His eyes snapped open. “You know,” he drawled, “the best thing for sore muscles… is a nice hot shower.” He smirked. “Any takers?”
Tournaments are set up for the Women’s title and for the Intercontinental. Neither are going to be easy on their opponents, and both have Kurt Angle at the end of his rope. The Reader wants Dean to let her speak for herself.
Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence
Word Count: 2530
Note: Because I had no way of anticipating the announcement, assume the Evolution PPV was announced last week in the fic. I have also added it to my writing list and will build up to it as much as I can with the storylines I’ve been touching upon. Please give any feedback you thought up while reading this. I would really appreciate it. My requests and tag lists are still open. Enjoy!
Corey, Coach, and Cole welcomed the home viewers to the show and began with reviewing the addition of the all-women pay-per-view: Evolution. October was still a long way off, but Kurt Angle wanted to get the show started with a match he hoped would show off the included talent. It was a tag-match between Mickie James paired with Sasha Banks against the team of Bayley and Alicia Fox.
It started well enough. Mickie was still riding off the high of her attack on you and Dean with Mojo. She and Alicia fought hard. They had participated in the earlier days of the women’s division and were soon going to have the chance to outshine their former matches. So they showed off. It didn’t matter if Sasha or Bayley switched in, the veterans were ready to introduce new move-sets that couldn’t wait for October. They were having the time of their lives. But the inevitable was bound to happen.
First, it was just screaming. Sasha would shout at Bayley from across the ring, and Bayley would ignore her a first. When Bayley was in the ring, Sasha’s statements were more in her face. Alicia had to shout loudly to keep her partner focused. When Sasha was in the ring, for one thing, Bayley would make sure she tagged out, and secondly, she pretended not to notice how rough Sasha was being.
Mickie tagged herself in when Sasha started ignoring the ref. “You’re gonna cost us the match.” Sasha tried to fight it, but Mickie took a stumbling Alicia from her. “Can you focus on the match and not your personal issues for ten minutes?” But a few minutes later, there was no choice but to tag Sasha back in. And Alicia had to tag Bayley too.
There wasn’t a pause, a stare down, or circling. The women immediately leapt at each other. Whatever had taken place at Extreme Rules was not the end. Sasha was still furious, and Bayley was more than willing to bring about the same outcome. But Sasha got the upper hand. The ref counted to five and could have counted to ten with Bayley’s legs stuck in the ropes and Sasha kicking her into the turnbuckles. The ref couldn’t get them apart, even when Bayley shook herself loose. Mickie and Alicia rushed in, but the women turned on their partners and fought them off so they could fight each other.
A few at a time, more women from backstage came out to split up the fight. Some branched off to handle their own business. By the time Kurt Angle came out, Nia had Sasha in one hand and Bayley in the other.
“What is this?” Kurt sighed and ran his hand over his head. “An amazing announcement was made last week that united you, and here you all are at each other’s throats. This was supposed to be a… and I had another announcement but I’m changing that one now.” That froze anyone who wasn’t paying attention before. “Summer Slam still needs a contender to face Nia for the Raw Women’s Championship. You can still fight tooth and nail, but this… anarchy and disregarding the ref’s calls is going to stop. Instead of a singles tournament, next week we are going to have a tag tournament. From the last tag team standing, those two women will battle it out to become the number one contender.” Kurt gave a huff, then left the stage.
Backstage, alliances were made fast. You snagged Natalya and Rhonda as they came back from the ring.
“What do you two make of having to fight towards the contender’s match together?’
The women shared a look, then Rhonda spoke first. “I’m not going to mind. If there’s anybody I want to face right before I try again at Nia, it’s Natalya. By getting to team with her, I’m ensuring that match can happen. If she wants to be my team-“
Natalya scoffed and broke in. “Of course I want to tag with you.”
They nudged shoulders while you asked your next question. “But do you see any possible issues once you have that match? You are sparring buddies, you train together, and now you’re going to tag together. Is that relationship going to be threatened at all by who wants the title more?” Rhonda was about to answer, but her attention was stolen by someone else. You turned and saw Sarah Logan and Liv Morgan standing behind you. So you had to think quick. “Do either of you see any future issues fighting for the same opportunity… assuming you are teaming together?” You offered them the mic.
Liv giggled and looked at Sarah. Sarah took your mic, looked at it, then tossed it across the hall. They left in a flurry of laughter that left the three of you confused and on edge.
Seth Rollins had a match with Mojo next. During the week they had shot tweets and videos at each other since Seth couldn’t let Mojo get away with his attack last week. Mojo shot back several up-front comments about his ability to watch Dean’s back, especially when he was looking to hit it with a chair. Or J and Jay. Or his head with a cinderblock. Mojo punctuated all his points with a gif of evidence.
By the time the match rolled around, Seth was done with putting up with Mojo. He attacked quickly, but Mojo was ready for the outburst. If anything, he was expecting it. Any of the usual quick, powerful moves Seth started with, Mojo had a reversal. Not to mention Mojo was tall, broad, and used to taking hits. He laughed each time Seth bounced off his chest.
He didn’t have to do anything. In his mind, Seth was going to tire himself out doing all the moves worthy of a cruiserweight with heavyweight flair, then he would tear him down. But when he tried to do the second part of the plan, it was too early. Seth still had plenty of energy, and he too could take a lot of hits. Drops. Collisions. Anything that Mojo threw at him. This was annoying to the point were Mojo wasn’t going for skill or ego-grounding, he was going for Seth’s knees. The first time, Seth took the hit and wrote it off. The second one made him step back with surprise. He set his shoulders back and prepared for war. Mojo grinned, then surged forward again. It wasn’t enough. Even with the definition of personal attacks, Seth stepped around them and fought back. Mojo was losing.
Seth set up for a frog splash. Mojo was motionless in the middle of the ring. The ref stopped waving his arms for Seth to get down, knowing it wasn’t going to work. Then everyone heard the record scratch. Distracted, the ref didn’t see Seth’s foot getting pulled from the top rope, sending him toppling into the ring.
Drew McIntyre called for Mojo to wake up. He did and crawled into position in time to hold Seth tighter than he could fight out of.
Mojo hurried up the ramp and out of the arena with Drew and a gloating Dolph Ziggler.
You hurried backstage, trying to get to your spot before Dolph and Drew would come out of Gorilla. Instead, you ran right into them as Mojo split away. Dolph saw you and waved for Drew to leave too.
“Hey, beautiful. And how are you on this fine evening?”
“I was great ‘til just now. Bye.” You tried to move past him, but he joined you on your way down the hall.
“Is there a particular reason why you refuse to talk to me? A stunning woman such as yourself shouldn’t be threatened by looks even as good as mine.”
You growled and turned to him. “No, couldn’t be threatened by that… or the lack thereof. Or how you keep interfering with my cousin’s matches. His brothers’ matches. How you sneak up on me during interviews like some thirsty vampire. No. Not a threat at all.” You clawed the air in the general direction of his face. “You are so incredibly stupid, Dolph. You repulse me. So go away, and leave me alone.”
Dolph threw an arm around your shoulder before you could get away. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Allow me to make it up to you?”
“Hey!” Dean yanked Dolph away from you and pinned him to the wall. “Can’t take a hint, buddy?”
“Dean, I’ve got this.” You tried to get between them and were only slightly successful. It had the unfortunate positioning for you to be pressed against Dolph’s chest.
“Awe, protecting me, sweetheart? I appre-“
“Zip it, Ziggler. Don’t you have interference to run with McIntyre?” He frowned but left. “And you,” you said, turning to Dean. “Why did you get involved?”
Dean frowned in confusion. “You wanted him to leave and he wasn’t listening. So I was going to make him leave.”
“He left because of me just fine a second ago.” You rolled your eyes with a huff.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Dean sputtered. “You haven’t rolled your eyes at me in over twenty years!”
“I am very much aware; it’s not like I’ve had a chance to.”
“I know. And I am still sorry for that.”
You sighed and flexed your jaw. “You know I don’t blame you for that. It’s just… I’m not five years old anymore. I am fully capable of defending myself, by myself.”
“I know. But you don’t have to do that anymore!”
For a second you just looked at each other.
“For not seeing each other for so long, nothing’s really changed has it?” you asked. “Still fighting, but now I know bigger words to battle with. And I don’t have to stand on furniture to do it.”
“Yeah.” Dean chuckled and shuffled on his feet. “Y/N…”
“I’ve gotta go do my job.” You walked away, leaving Dean standing alone with words unsaid. Your team was waiting for you with Bayley and Alicia. “Sorry I’m late.” You took the mic and dived right in. “So have you figured out who your tag teammates are going to be?”
Bayley smiled. “Nothing official, but things are looking good. And I haven’t fought Foxy in a while. Well… except for just now. No hard feelings I hope.” She smiled and accepted Alicia’s hug, then grabbed her suitcase to leave. Alicia shook her head and shifted her focus to Sasha as she stepped out of the shadows.
Alicia giggled. “Of course, hun.” She winked loudly.
You pointed towards the garage. “But what about-“
“Don’t worry about her.” Sasha left arm and arm with Alicia. You shook your head and cleared the air with your hands. Tonight was too much, and you wanted nothing else to do with it.
A few matches later, it was getting close to the still undecided main event. Kurt Angle had been running around trying to control things. He had barely seen the inside of his office for all the hustle and was probably not going to see it for the rest of the show. At the moment he was trying to hide by some stage crates so he could answer some emails. Elias interrupted him again, wanting to know who he was going to fight at Summer Slam for the Intercontinental Championship.
“I don’t know. And to be honest, I really don’t care.” He ran his hand down his face. “I don’t mean that. Just… how about a good ole fashioned tournament? That seems to be working here of late.”
Elias nodded in agreement. “’Tis the season.”
“Fantastic,” he said unenthusiastically. “I’ll add it to next week’s events.” Kurt typed away at his phone and went in search of a new hiding spot.
Turning, Elias found he couldn’t step forward due to a large Braun-sized obstruction. He took a deep breath and stepped way back. “Are you going to be participating in the tournament?”
“No.”
He nodded and combed his fingers through his beard. “That’s… interesting to hear. I don’t know whether to be upset that we don’t get to try our skills against one another or-“ Elias faded out. There was no way in cold hell that was going to openly admit to being thankful not to have to fight Braun.
“I don’t have time to deal with you. I’ve got Finn to look out for. I don’t like that he hasn’t used it for your title. Brock is mine at Summer Slam, title or no title. But when I win the Universal, I want to hang onto it for a while. If he tries to cash in his contract on me, I’m going to be ready for him.” Braun pushed Elias into the crates and stomped away.
Elias was counting his lucky stars when he heard a laughing from above. Looking up, he could just make out the form of Finn Balor sitting in the shadows. His red gear seemed to glow in the dim light. The briefcase sat close by his side.
“Are you busy tonight?” Finn asked, leaning forward into the light.
“Not really, no.”
Finn smirked. “How about a match? You and me. And no,” he said as Elias opened his mouth, “not for the Intercontinental Championship. As enticing as it might be to have two titles by the end of Summer Slam, I want to dedicate all my energy to the one I’ve been chasing the longest. But that leaves in a bit of dilemma until then.” He jumped off the crates and landed in front of Elias. “How can I use my contract to the fullest if I’m out of shape? No, we both need practice for the big events ahead. Why not tonight?”
The Drifter’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He didn’t like the way Finn was grinning at him. “I could go for that.”
Finn smiled brightly. “Good. I’ll tell Kurt.”
There was something sinister about the way Finn was moving around in the ring. Elias couldn’t put his finger on it, but it was unsettling. The more he tried not to think about it, the more worried he became of a loss this close to his title match. If Finn lost, everybody knew he would bounce back. If he lost, the wolves would be circling soon.
Finn was borderline playful in the ring. Toying with Elias like a cat with a ball of string. Or a spider with a fly. He would take hits well enough and in a long enough succession for Elias to think he had the upper hand, then his legs would be swept from underneath. Or Finn would come flying out of the air and Elias would find himself staring at the ceiling. Finn kept throwing off his rhythm.
In the end, there was nothing Elias could do. The Coup de Gras descended from the top rope like an angel of death. Elias’s title match had just gotten a thousand times harder.
On the other hand, Finn was beaming and ready for a change in the wind.
The Reader summons a demon for an act of revenge. When he shows up, there is an alternate price than she was expecting, but one she is glad to pay.
Pairing: Demon!Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: mentions of emotional abuse, being filmed, SMUT, oral (female receiving), some dirty talk, all the filth
Word Count: 1770
Note: Whew, this got dirty real quick. It wasn’t the fic I started with, but I’m happy with what came out. That’s what happens when I leave my brain unattended. Have an idea to keep my imagination on track? Please send a request! And my tag lists are open too. Hope you enjoy!
“Voco te. Daemonium vindictæ. Uti odium meum. Da in manu mea desiderio meo. Voco te. Venis!” You threw the match into the bowl of ingredients and fell back as it consumed them in a large ball of flame. The drapes on your windows fluttered in an impossible breeze and the air crackled with energy. Then everything stopped. Coming back to your knees, you looked around the room and behind you, but nothing was there. The spell had failed.
“Everything alright there, sweetheart?”
You whipped around to see a man standing in front of your ‘altar.’ Stuttering, you did your best to say you were okay.
“Don’t be so scared. I won’t bite… unless you ask me to.” He winked with a smirk.
“I didn’t call you here for a flirt. I… I need help.”
The man, no, demon looked off in thought. He took a deep breath, then focused his attention back on you. “No.”
“What? But I-“
“I’m not the type of demon that makes deals. If you’re super desperate, I’ll send someone else. But I’m not-“ he stopped when he saw your spell. He picked up the paper you had scribbled it on from your college’s rare books library. “This seems kind of a harsh spell for just help.” He dropped it back to the floor. “Care to explain?”
Here goes nothing.
“My boyfriend… well, my ex… has been harassing me to give him a second chance. I don’t want to go back to him. But he keeps pointing out… very truthfully… that I don’t have anyone else to go to. No chances. Definitely no dates. I don’t need anything permanent, just something or someone to make the creep go away.” Your shoulders dropped and you looked at the floor. “I… I can’t let him take over again. It was hard enough getting away the last time.”
The demon sighed. “And you were going to sell your soul to get rid of this guy?”
You nodded. “I don’t really care where it goes. He’s already taken me to hell and back.” You remained motionless as he thought it over.
He groaned. “Okay, fine. But something like that is going to need a different kind of payment. Although…” his tongue darted out over his lip. “Considering the circumstances, it might just kill two birds with one stone. One for you, and one for the deal.”
The way his black eyes were beginning to rake over your body was making you shiver. You hurried to stand. “And what payment would that be?” You gasped as he was suddenly in front of you with his hand under your chin.
“A kiss.”
It wasn’t the worst thing he could have said, so you hesitantly closed your eyes and pursed your lips.
He chuckled. “Oh, no. If we’re going to show that jerk that you don’t need him, I want to kiss you… elsewhere.” There was the whisper of a cold breeze then you realized you were in your room. The demon poked your shoulder, sending you off balance. You fell onto the bed. “Okay, so three birds. It’s been a while since I’ve had a good fuck.”
You squeaked and tried to make yourself a small as possible. The demon took a step back and raised his hands.
“Here’s the plan: I go down on you while a camera is filming, you get blissed out, and then you send the tape to your ex to show him you can get some.”
“You think that would work?” you asked, leaning up on your forearms.
He smiled, and for a second you thought his black eyes flickered green. “If it doesn’t, then I haven’t held up my end of the deal.” He leaned back over you. “I can always deliver it to him in person and leave a personal message. He’ll be sure to understand that.”
“Just kissing… and you giving me oral? Then we can stop?”
He nodded. “Of course. Unless you want more. Though I have to warn you, it will ruin you for anyone else. And your voice is gonna be shot from begging.”
Your whole body shivered and flushed. You nodded adamantly.
“Okay. I’m Dean, by the way, since you’re going to need a name to scream.” He walked to one side of your bed to clear away a spot. With a snap of his fingers, there was a camera sitting on a tripod pointed at your bed.
“Dean? That doesn’t sound very… demon-ish.” You gulped when he stared you down. “I was expecting something… a little more ancient sounding?”
Dean shed his shirt layers. He sat next to you and guided you to straddle his hips. “I’m not that old. You ready?”
“Mhmm.”
“Good.” He snapped his fingers again and your clothes disappeared. The sudden red flashing on the camera was ignored as his lips gently pressed against yours. His hands kneaded your sides before making their way up to your breasts. You broke the kiss with a gasp as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. He sucked on your neck since your head was thrown back, humming as he went. The vibrations did wonders to your sweet spot. Dean moved on, mouthing across your collarbone and down between your breasts. You moaned as he nipped the tops of the swells. His chuckle rumbled through you and he guided you to roll your hips. Your chest heaved while the sparks began to work through your nerves.
“Dean,” you sighed.
“That’s it Y/N, tell me what you need.”
You moved your hips faster, grinding against the growing hardness trapped in his jeans. Dean rolled to meet you. Your toes curled, and you slumped into his chest with the sweetest orgasm you think you’d ever had. He turned to lay you on the bed and sank to his knees. You squeaked as he dragged you to the end so the juncture of your thighs was right in front of his face. He guided your hand to his head so your fingers could weave into his hair.
“Guide me.”
A chill set into your skin. Underneath, your body was steaming as Dean rubbed his scruff along the inside of your thighs. You were going to have beard burn; that was going to be new. There wasn’t room for any more expectations. Dean trapped your thighs around his head and spread your pussy lips. He inhaled deeply, then flattened his tongue against you. You arched, eyes already rolling back in your head as he continued. He was slurping loudly, unapologetically. Like he was destined to be there.
The buzzing was there. Simmering under the surface. If he did one or two things, this was going to be a short video.
Dean sucked down on your clit. He growled as your thighs clamped around his head, uncaring of oxygen or the lack thereof. His actions stuttered as you pulled on his hair. That spurred him on, though, and he doubled his efforts. You felt your world tilt as he stood and pinned your knees to his shoulders. With the blood rushing to your head, you felt apart with a hazy shout of his name. Your back was replaced on your sheets and you scrambled to pull him close.
“More,” you breathed. “Please, Dean. More?”
“Are you sure, sweetheart? I have warned you.” His smug smile did nothing but make you whine louder. “Alright, prepare yourself, honey.”
As if you could have.
You cried out as he sheathed into you in one thrust. He gave only a moment’s hesitation for you adjust, then set a brutal pace. The longer and faster he went the louder you screamed. Dean hooked his hands behind your knees and pinned them nearly to your chest. The deepened angle blinded you. And since you couldn’t see, you could feel everything. Your bodies snapping and slapping together. Your high-pitched whines and blubbering. His grunts and growls.
There was something ironic with how a demon was fucking you in a missionary position. Or so you thought. Then you weren’t thinking anything when Dean sucked on your nipples and toyed with your clit.
You were driven higher than you thought possible. Your legs began to shake uncontrollably.
“Dean. Dean. Dean,” you chanted.
“Yes, Y/N?”
The jerk was barely winded and here you were getting fucked within an inch of your life. So you contracted your walls and scratched your nails down his chest. Dean gave a roar and flipped you on top.
“You want to be in control then? Fine. See if you can cum from up there.” He had a death grip on your hips. Each upward thrust brought you closer and closer. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think. And you couldn’t come. Something was keeping you half a step away. You keened loudly. “Something the matter, Y/N?”
“Please let me cum. Please.”
Dean hummed and slammed you down on his cock, holding you there. “I don’t know. We’ve technically already sealed the deal. And you’ve cum once, already. Maybe I should go home?”
“No. No, please. Dean, please.” You squeezed your eyes shut and did your best to wiggle your hips in his grasp. “Feel so good. You haven’t cum. Please don’t leave me like this. Dean-“
He cut you off at a shout. Again, the pace was fast, relentless and hard. You could feel the bruises forming on your hips before he reached one hand up for your breast and the other down to your clit. He had to catch you as you arched and almost fell off the bed. He followed you a few thrusts later, gasping roughly and digging his nails into your skin.
Your sheets were pulled over your body and a pillow placed under your head. Dean was dressed in a snap. Or what could have been a snap. Your vision was blurry.
“That good, huh?” He placed a bottle of water on your nightstand. “Don’t fall asleep without finishing that.” Soon he had the camera and appeared ready to go.
You glared at the camera. “I don’t know if I want to share that now.”
Dean smirked. “Don’t worry. He’s only going to get one view to get off on, then it’ll erase itself. Mission impossible style.” He raised his hand to snap again but held off. “One more thing.” Your phone was in his hand a second later as he typed in his number.
“Demons have cell phones now?”
“Welcome to the technical age, sweetheart.” He tossed the phone to you. “If you have any more deals, or just want to have some fun, call me up.”
Prompt: “Are your requests still open? Cause I need some Drew McIntyre smut and that Joe fic you wrote blew my mind. Like y’all are already together and he gets jealous because Dolph keeps being a flirt. So, like possessive dommy Drew staking his claim.” – @ballins-princess
Pairing: Dom!Drew McIntyre x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: SMUT, oral (male receiving)
Word Count: 1430
Note: I apologize to any of my readers who like Dolph. He keeps getting hate in my fics… and will in this one too. He is a fantastic athlete, but I love to hate him with almost as much fervor as I do Miz. (There is a Dolph smut in the works though.) If you have an idea of your own, let me know! My requests and my tag lists are open. I hope you guys enjoy this.
Your cheeks hurt. Like ‘Oh my gosh will my mother ever stop taking pictures’ hurt. The hurt that reminded you of the ‘your face will freeze that way’ threat… as if hadn’t already.
“You have a really cute laugh, Y/N,” Dolph said for the millionth time that afternoon. “Are you from Tennessee?”
Heaven help you.
“’Cause you are the only ten-I-see on the roster.” He grinned, proud of himself as you forced yourself to laugh again.
“Did you steal that from Tye Dillinger? ‘Cause the ten-thing sounds like his style.” You leaned further back into the wall as Dolph leaned in like telling you a secret.
“Nah, it’s all me, sweetheart.”
He’s your love’s partner. You had to be nice to him. You couldn’t be the cause of issues. Drew had enough to worry about. You could handle this. For at least a few minutes more. Hopefully.
“Is this man both’rin’ you?” Drew strode into view over Dolph’s shoulder.
“No,” you breathed, relieved when Dolph moved away. “Thanks for the entertainment. Shall we?” You grabbed your purse and quickly rushed to Drew’s side. He was confused when you dragged him away until you were far enough away to take a breather.
“Was he botherin’ you?” The growl underlying his voice made you panic.
“No. Not at all. It’s just… it’s just Dolph you know,” you laughed. “You know how he never shuts up. Really.” You gulped as Drew crossed his arms. “Drew-“
He hummed to cut you short. “Don’t lie to me. What’s wrong?” He kept staring at you with the same intensity as you tried to brush it off. But he saw straight through you. “Yer raight. I know Dolph.” Drew took a deep breath. “Tha bugger doesn’ know when to keep his mouth shut. I’m gonna give ‘im a lesson.”
“No, Drew.” You placed yourself between him and the path back to Dolph. “Not tonight. Tomorrow, please. Let us have tonight. I’m with you,” you wrapped your arms around his waist and felt his tense torso relax, “and I want to enjoy tonight. With you.”
Still, Drew growled. “Fine. Tomorrow I’m gunna let ‘im know that his advances are… unwelcome.” It made you shiver to see him tilt his head in that way. The way he did when he was going to get something he wanted. “How attached are you to the plan of dinner?”
“Not at all.”
“Good.” He suddenly had you trapped between him and the wall with his hand resting on your throat. “Because Dolph can’t flirt with you if you can’t walk enou’ to leave tha bed.”
Prompt: “I have an idea about a third part of Lessons Learned if your requests are still open? I was thinking something involving Elias’s latest feud for the Intercontinental with Seth?”
When Dolph Ziggler takes the title from Seth Rollins, Elias feels like he could have tried harder, several times over. The Reader encourages him with their words in private and with their actions in a lonely hallway.
Note: This has turned into a nice little series. It definitely wasn’t the plan, but it is a welcome surprise. I wrote this before Extreme Rules, so Elias and the Reader discuss some plans that could waver either way. If you would like to send in a request of your own, they are open as are all of my tag lists. Please let me know if you liked this fic, and/or the whole series. Enjoy!
“The referee doesn’t see it… and that’s it. Dolph Ziggler is a six-time Intercontinental Champion.”
Elias growled next to you as he watched Dolph escape with the title that should have been his. “I think I’d even prefer it if Seth had held onto it.: His fingers tightened dangerously around the neck of his guitar. When you slid your hand over his, he loosened his grip. But the next thing you knew the guitar was in your hands and he was stomping off down the hallway.
You rushed to follow him.
“Elias! Hey,” you grabbed for his wrist, bringing him to an undesired stop. “Talk to me.” He muttered something and tried to keep walking. “No. We can figure this out. Tell me-“
“Serves me right for trying to win the title with actual skill. I should have known only something like that was going to beat Seth. I could have involved you. I could have-“
“-done a lot of things. You still can.”
Elia slumped into the wall beside you. “I don’t think I can,” he whispered. “Roman, Finn, Seth. How many times do I have to lose an opportunity before it gets through my thick skull? I’m not made to be a champion.”
You didn’t know what to say. So, you kissed him. And you kept kissing him until he was pulling you into a dark hallway. The only shelter besides the shadows were towers of stage boxes on either side. You let him take control of your mouth, of your oxygen.
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