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Family Found Part 29: A Dangerous Road

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Starrcade is a success. On Monday night, some secrets about what happened at Survivor Series come out, making some people doubt the Reader.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, angst

Word Count: 3280

Note: I’m sorry if there are typos, I couldn’t get my fancy proof-program to connect. Now that Survivor Series is done, we’re getting into the more difficult stuff to write. The point of this series is to see if I can keep coming up with enough ideas to last a year. I am officially running out of the original ideas. Please let me know what you guys have liked so far. Also, due to storyline differences, Braun isn’t injured in mine. Part of me thinks he’s injured because he’s taking his vacation time. Should I write him out for that time, or keep him in? Any and all feedback super appreciated. Thank you, and enjoy!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 28: Not a Total Loss

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Starrcade – November 24, 2018 – Cincinnati, OH

The big eight-women tag match started the Raw matches for Starrcade. Ruby Riott sneered at the other team from between Tamina and Mickie James. On the other side, Nia Jax, Rhonda Rousey, and Ember Moon glared back. The last two members of the teams, Sasha Banks and Bayley, kept a level gaze with each other. Something Natalya noticed from her seat on commentary.

“That Sasha-Bayley glare is going to lead to something either disastrous or something great!”

Nia and Tamina started off. Their moves made the ring shiver, and their teammate’s legs to wobble on the apron. Ruby tagged herself in and did a decent job keeping Nia off her feet. Rhonda tagged herself in, sending Ruby running back toward the ropes so the ref had to make her back off. Thwarted, she turned to Ruby’s corner and knocked everybody off the apron. Sasha was gone before she got there, running along the apron and dropping to the floor with Ruby’s neck in her hands, making it bounce between the ropes.

“Told you!” Natalya shouted, slightly disappointed that the rest of Sasha’s team didn’t notice.

Bayley ran around and checked to make sure nobody did, taking out Mickie on the way by and starting a series of conflicts on the floor. The rotation continued inside the ring, keeping the ref’s head on a swivel. Ember tagged in from Bayley, and caught Mickie in Total Eclipse, ending the match. Sasha shot one more look at Bayley, who nodded back.

***

Curtis Axel and Bo Dallas bounced around in the ring, hyping up the crowd until Titus and Apollo Crews came in. When their match began, it was pretty even. Titus and Bo started it off with a quick series of hits and moves. Curtis had a hard time keeping up with Apollo’s acrobatics, but he took him to the mat for an almost pin with his strength.

In the corner, Titus disappeared from sight, which was incredible considering his height. When Apollo and a camera were able to circle around the ring post, they found his tag partner on the ground with Braun Strowman sitting on his chest and raining blow after blow into his chest. The ref called for the disqualification, making Titus and Apollo the number one contenders for the Raw tag titles.

“How are they supposed to fight their best after such a beat down?” Michael Cole wondered.

Corey Graves sighed. “I think that was the point, Cole.”

***

The dark arena was illuminated by several beams of light onto a single spot. “Hello, I am Elias.” He strummed, playing out a cheerful ditty. He paused and looked around. “You know, I should have lowered my expectations for Cincinnati. Even still, they would never have been low enough for this crummy town. I mean, what do you expect from the birthplace of a guy like Dean Ambrose?” He chuckled and went to play again, but Baron’s music interrupted.

“We don’t have time for this, Elias. Not that anyone actually wanted to hear you play.” Baron strutted down the ramp.

“Nobody really wants to see you wrestle either, but here we are,” Elias shot back. He grinned wide and ‘welcomed’ Baron into the ring. His momentary tag partner growled on his way through the ropes.

Seth and Dean entered next, the white and gold belt on the shoulder furthest from Dean. He tapped it, looking pointedly at the two men in the ring. Dean tightened his wrist tape.

They all fought hard, each barely giving the other an inch. Dean almost had Baron in a Dirty Deeds, but Elias swooped in and helped spin him out of it. Seth rushed in with a quick tag, only to catch a jumping knee from the Drifter, dropping to the canvas like a stone. The referee was able to usher their opponents out of the ring while Dean rolled Seth back to the corner so he could claim the tag. He had to fight both of them while Seth recovered. Just in time, they traded spots so Seth could Curb Stomp Baron.

Individually, the losers made their way back up the ramp while Dean and Seth mocked them from the ropes.

***

“The following match is for the Universal Championship!”

Finn held up his title, standing still even though the referee held an arm up to keep him from moving forward. Drew McIntyre was still too. Jojo left the ring quickly, rushing to her seat safe and far away from the ring long before the bell rang. It was for the best because it was still ringing when they engaged.

From every hit and bounce of Finn across the ring, it looked like Drew was going to take the night and the title. He was quicker than Finn. Three steps ahead. Studied in Finn’s patterns. Every which way that Finn turned, Drew was there with a strong fist or a Scottish boot that never quite made a full impact.

Renee pressed her headphones tighter onto her ears, listening intently to the ring mics. “Can… can you guys hear that?” The announce table got quiet. “Is… is Finn-“

“It sounds like he’s growling.” Corey gulped.

Drew tossed the champion across the ring again towards the ropes. Instead of bouncing off of them like usual, Finn caught the top ropes and froze. His back muscles rippled like he was still in a fight, though he wasn’t moving. When he turned, Drew involuntarily took a step back. Balor had the reigns. And he took vengeance on being toyed with by taking his turn to throw Drew around the ring. He finished with a sharp Coup de Grace and a flex that eased away into Finn’s exhausted, but proud, smile.

***

***

Monday Night Raw – November 26, 2018

When the show began, you and Stephanie McMahon were standing in the ring. There was a small, tall, round table between you, and the Raw women’s division on either side. With a deep breath to calm your nerves, you ignored Stephanie’s hard ‘impress me’ face and dove right into what you had to say.

“Twenty-eighteen has been a monumental year for the women’s division. Most recently there was the all-women pay-per-view Evolution, which was a fantastic hit. In my short time as general manager, I have been able to see the talent of each and every woman in this ring, and that of the talent on Smackdown, right in front of me. And each week it astounds me. But I can’t help think something has been missing.”

Around the ring, the women nodded in agreement.

“Last week I made the announcement that a new title would come into play for this division. Tag team titles. Tonight, Stephanie McMahon and I have the privilege of reveling those titles to you,” you said, looking around the ring, “and to you, the WWE universe.” The crowd cheered, making you beam as you took the half step to the table. With a nod, you and Stephanie each tugged at one layer of fabric, pulling it back to reveal the new Raw women’s tag team titles.

The gold accents glittered under the lights. Breathtaking. “But I’m not done. Tonight, we will have the first match in a tournament to determine the first tag team champions. And that first match will start-“

“In just a moment, I’m sure.” Ruby Riott stepped out of the line, flanked by Liv and Sarah. “I can’t deny that we have made waves this year, but I have to say we have not made the progress we should have. These titles are coming to the Riott Squad first because no one else in this ring deserves them. We will hold them, defend them, and prove that our Riott against what the women’s division is justified. The women’s division is weak. A bunch of sniveling little girls who whine when they don’t get chances. Who aren’t willing to fight with every ounce of what they have to achieve a goal. Or if they do, it isn’t enough.”

Stephanie shot you a look. Control this. You nodded back. “That is a fantastic plan. And you will have your chance.” The Riott Squad sneered in delight. “But not tonight.” Their faces dropped. “Perhaps another week. In the meantime, would you please get out of the ring?”

***

In one corner, Ember and Dana Brook whispered to each other, planning how they were going to win the match. On the other side, Nia and Tamina shared a look. They may have been on opposite sides at Starrcade, but why divide the two most powerful women on the roster? They proved that power by tossing each woman from one side of the ring to the other. Ember and Dana each had a good moment, taking the taller women out at the knees and then following up with another hit that made it possible to try for a pin. It was few and far between, but they were good attempts. Attempts that were like irritating bee stings to Nia and Tamina.

They took their vengeance by thwarting both Ember and Dana’s finishers and rerouting the energy into their own devastating moves. Tamina pinned Dana while Nia had Ember by the hair on the outside. The steel stairs fell apart as Nia send Ember through them. She grabbed a mic while Tamina rolled Dana out of the ring.

“This. This is what the women’s division is. It’s power. It’s a fight. We,” she motioned between them, “are the women’s division. Those tag titles are going to be ours, make no mistake. But my ambition doesn’t stop there. Natalya, get out here. I know you want to finish what Ember started, but I’ve taken care of her. You know what I want.”

Natalya came out to the stage, her title over her shoulder and an over-bright smile on her face. “Yes, sweetie? I think I do know what you want. You want this.” She tapped the belt. After a moment’s thought, she nodded. “And you know what, I want to see you try. Next week. I’ll see you there, and I’ll see you fail.” She dropped the mic and held the title high, walking backward until she was backstage.

***

Back in your office, Stephanie was proudly looking at the women’s tag titles sitting on their pedestal. “I have to admit, despite the fiasco at Survivor Series, I’m looking forward to your future time as general manager here. These are a great idea.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“Ah-“

“Stephanie.”

She smiled. “I may have been… irritated with you last week, but there’s still no need to be so formal. Keep up the good work.” She didn’t wait for a reply before leaving. You had about two seconds to breathe, then Dolph Ziggler invaded the space.

“You need to have a serious talk with your monster,” he spat.

Oh dear. “What are you talking about?”

He grit his teeth, glaring at Braun as he came into your office too. “I circled back to the security at Survivor Series. I know who attacked me. Originally I thought it was Sheamus or his teammate, Cesaro. But that’s not what the camera showed. Instead, it was a great big Strowman fist that bounced off the back of my head. It’s amazing I didn’t end up with a concussion.” He rubbed the back of his head for emphasis. “He needs to be controlled-“

“I asked him to do it.”

Dolph and Braun froze. You stood, calm and collected, and met Dolph’s eye. He blinked in surprise. “You… you what? Why?”

“I asked Braun to keep you from the match for two reasons. One. It was a match that didn’t need to happen in the first place, but you went ahead with it despite my direct order not to. I can’t have that kind of insubordination on my roster.”

Dolph sputtered and growled. Braun moved to step between you, but you raised your hand.

“Two. It was an excuse for the trainers to finally check you out. They had noticed that you had been favoring your knee in matches, and then came to me when you kept ‘missing’ your appointments.” Now Dolph looked sheepish, but you ignored that and continued. “No matter. Everything worked out. I won my own battle. You got the rest you so desperately needed. And, you have been cleared to compete again. Congratulations.”

He was at a loss for words. You could almost physically see the wheels turning in his head as he turned on his heel and left your office.

Braun waited until he was gone before gently tapping your shoulder. “This isn’t going to become a habit, right?”

You shook your head. “As long as people don’t keep secrets from me, I won’t keep anyone from them.” He didn’t seem to believe you, so you pressed. “What are you worried about? If I ever need to ‘take you out,’ I’d have to call over to Smackdown for Big Show. And that probably wouldn’t even work. All former matches considered. But we’ve been working well together. So, I don’t see any foreseeable problems. Do you?”

“No,” he rumbled.  

“Good.” You gave him a curt nod. “Now, good luck with your match tonight.” It took no small amount of focus to keep your tone and expression calm while Braun thought over the underhanded threat. When he left, you finally let out the breath you’d been holding.

***

Titus and Apollo didn’t hold up much better against Dr. M and Braun than they did on Saturday. This time, Dr. M was in the ring the most, trying out new tricks and laughing as the old ones continued to be useful. He was fully engaged in the match and enjoying himself. On the other hand, Braun seemed distant. Going through the motions was still more than Titus World Wide could handle, but it nearly caught him in a pin more than once. It was beginning to grate on Dr. M that Braun kept tagging himself out.

“Braun!” Dr. M called. “Focus on the healing at hand.” He held out his palm, calling him in to engage. On the canvas, Apollo was crawling back to his corner, where Titus was struggling to climb back onto the apron. The doctor crowed with triumph as Braun accepted the tag. He continued to grin with pride as Braun finished the match. They were champions for another week. Dr. M turned from the carnage in the ring. Now, he could focus on the original plan.

***

The pen in your hand clicked shut just as Dean walked in. You smiled brightly, letting it dim only a little when he didn’t smile back. “I can see already that you don’t approve.”

“You’re a smart woman, Y/N. I figured you knew on Saturday or before that I wouldn’t approve. Look, Dolph isn’t my favorite person, but calling a hit on him? That’s… that’s not what I was expecting from you.”

Another techie handed you a clipboard to sign. “It’s not what a lot of people expected of me. I didn’t expect it of me. But as Survivor Series came rolling up, I saw how much it mean to Stephanie and to you guys, then Dolph made that match… I couldn’t let it happen. There was already too much hanging in the balance. My control over my personal life was something I needed to handle myself.”

Dean fiddled with the hem of his sweatshirt sleeves. “You’re headed down a dangerous road.”

“No, I’m not. I know what I’m doing. I’ve established that I’m willing to do anything for Monday Night Raw, and I’m going to hang onto that power.” With a sigh, you waved another clipboard away. “But I didn’t call you in here to get scolded. You’ve got a match tonight. But… what kind of a match do you need? Easy? Ambrose versus the world? Or-”

“Give me the worst odds, or at least some bad ones,” he said, giving you the slightest grin.

“I figured. Then, head to the ring. And have fun.”

He was almost gone when he turned back. “We’re not through with this discussion, young lady.”

You giggled. “Yes, sir, Deano, sir!”  As he left, you had to agree; this was far from over.

***

The match you made for Dean was a three-on-one handicap match.

Jinder Mahal had Sunil start the match, and then when Dean tired him out, sent in Samir. Only after they were both too exhausted and at risk of not being able to kick out, then and only then did Jinder tag in. By then, Dean was starting to move a little slower. Something the Maharaja had been counting on. He successfully sling-shot Dean around the ring into the ropes and turnbuckles.

But pride is not power.

The crowd’s cheers helped Dean get to his feet, despite being in a chokehold in the center of the ring. Jinder looked to his corner as he began bouncing back and forth on the ropes, powering up to something. The Singh brothers were still splayed out on the ringside floor. By the time Jinder turned around, Dean was there with a kick to the stomach and a satisfying Dirty Deeds.

When it came to Dean, the odds rarely ever mattered.

***

Seth strolled through the hallways around Gorilla, smiling when he found who he was looking for. “Hey, I’ve got a proposition for you.”

Barely looking up from his phone, Finn chuckled. “Oh. And what would that be?”

“A match tonight. But, with a little extra.” He smirked when Finn put his phone away, obviously interested. “You pick a teammate, and I’ll pick someone. That way it’ll be a different match that Clash of Champions. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Deal. Then… I’ll meet you in the ring. If you can find anyone so late notice.”

Finn rolled his eyes. “I could say the same to you.” He watched him leave, then went in a different direction to finds someone to tag with.

***

Both men found teammates that they knew would the other pause. Mojo Rawley entered with Seth, and Elias entered with Finn. The demon king and the drifter sang for a little bit, even though one was royally off-key. The discordance continued into the match. Each time Finn was in the ring, and Mojo wanted to tag out, Seth refused to tag in. The way around with Elias. For the majority of the match, the last-minute additions were the ones doing all the work. And they noticed. And they didn’t like it.

Seth tried to tag out as Finn was forced into the ring. Instead of accepting the tag or dropping to the floor, Mojo sucker-punched his partner. “Pin him,” he shouted at Finn. The Irishman shook his head, backing away into his corner. Soon he was face-down on the canvas too. Across the ring, Mojo and Elias shared a look. They eased their way through the ropes, eyeing one another with distrust as they crossed to beat up the other’s teammate. Both went for a pin. Seth and Finn kicked out, sharing a look as they huffed and puffed.

The match was done. Everybody knew it. So, Elias and Mojo left the ring. Before they could make it far, Seth and Finn took turns sailing over the ropes and landing on them. Two, three times Mojo and Elias were able to stagger to their feet. Three times, the champions sent them back to the floor. When they didn’t rise a fourth time, Seth and Finn accepted their titles from the ref. They leaned against the ropes and laughed, knocking their titles together in a toast.

Part 30: Challenge Accepted

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No More Whispers

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Prompt: “Peyton Royce smut where the reader is insecure about how good she is in bed and Peyton shows her that she’s really good at what she does?”   @dirtywwefics  

Warnings/Promises: thigh riding, SMUT (f/f), oral (reader giving), dirty talk, implied further smut

Word Count: 970

Note: Sorry it’s a bit short, I cut right to the smut. This is only my second F/F fic, so please tell me if there’s anything I can improve. Tag lists and requests open as always. Enjoy!

It was something you’d never ask. At the same time, the question burned the tip of your tongue. There was nothing to get wrong otherwise. Peyton was perfect. With the way her perfect lips would part and how breathy she would get as she came.

Maybe that was the problem.

In the ring, or hanging with Billie, she never shut up. Her mouth was constantly moving and she reacted to the world like fireworks. Everything was so exciting. But with you? In bed?

Something must have been wrong with you if all you could get her to do was breathe heavily.

You were just packing up when she came home. Damn. She wasn’t supposed to be back for a few more hours. Now there was no escape.

“What’cha doin’?” Peyton plopped down the bed next to your half-full suitcase, making her short skirt flutter around her. “We’re home this week.” Her smile faded as you avoided looking her in the eyes. “Y/N?”

No. Don’t tell her. Because if she agrees…

“Talk to me, Baby.” She tried to take your hand, but you ripped it away. “Did I do something wrong?” she whispered.

Fuck.

“No,” you croaked, already on the verge of tears. Your walls crumbled down. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

She stood and wrapped her arms around you, pinning your arms to your sides. “Then what happened? What’s wrong?”

“Me. Like everything. It’s just me.”

Payton watched, heartbroken, as you tried to find the words.

“I’m not enough for you. I don’t know how I could be. It’s better if I just leave.”

She turned you around and cupped her hands around your face. Her thumbs wiped away the tears that had managed to squeeze out despite your weak attempt to hold them in by tightly closing your eyes. You shivered as she kissed over them. The words fell out like hot coals. Your insufficient ability to make her feel good. How much you wanted to be better. Wanting to make her shout and tremble. That you didn’t want to leave.

“Then don’t.”

Her lips were soft. And tasted like her flavored lip gloss, sweet and bright like her. Your hands traveled on their own. Up her body and into her hair. You pulled her closer to you, fisting the back of her shirt in your hand. Her touch was still on your cheeks, stroking them and pushing your hair away from your face. With her guidance, you fell to sit on the bed. Peyton fell with you, the separation of her thighs landing over your leg and her thigh locking between yours. She began to roll her hips, humming into your mouth. You rolled too, gasping as the angle clicked into to place and the seam of your jeans pressed at your clit just right.

Working your hands back down her body, you caught her hip to make it pause. She gasped as you flipped up her skirt. Her panties were soaked through and had left streaks on your pants.

“See what you do to me?” Peyton smirked. She moaned as you ran your fingers up and down the fabric. Her lips parted for a whining sigh when you sucked her off your fingertips. “Do you want more?” She stood and dropped the soaked fabric to the floor. And then her skirt.

Eagerly, you nodded and let her straddle your face. The first taste sent a shockwave through her body. Her head lolled to one side. With another tentative suck to her clit, Peyton whimpered, shedding her shirt and bra to cup her breasts. With each twist of her fingers around her nipple, you couldn’t help but lap at her sex hungrily. She was already starting to glow.

“You taste so good, baby,” you murmured, humming into her pussy. She softly cried out as you curled two fingers alongside your tongue. “Please let me hear you.” You scissored her open, happily drinking her as she called out your name. “Just like that. Let me hear all of you,” you said, louder so she could hear you over her own sounds. She stopped holding back and let everything drop from her lips. Her pleas. Your name. Tiny directions that made your skin flush. Peyton did want you. That made you squeeze your thighs together most of all.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

You worked faster, using her reactions to move and curl and scissor her into a frenzy. When she gushed into your mouth, you kept going. Peyton shuddered and fell off her perch, hissing as you followed and pinned her to the sheets. Your hips rolled and thrust against the bed. Peyton had scrambled back and was propped on the pillows. Her hands were woven into her hair. The graceful curve of her neck was accented by the arch of her spine. You reached up with one hand to press against her stomach, feeling the muscles contract.

The second mangled scream as she came sent your hips stuttering from their pace. Your body finally relaxed, and you let her go. It was several minutes to catch your breath. Peyton shimmied down the bed to lay beside you, curling your hand in hers.

“I didn’t mean to be so quiet on you,” she whispered. “I was always trying to hear you. All those sweet things you say to me. Didn’t want to miss a word.”

You nodded. “I can be louder if you want to be louder. Much, much louder. I was trying to hear you too.” The both of you giggled. You wriggled closer to each other.

“No more whispers. I promise,” she said. “Promise?”

“I promise.”

Peyton nodded. “Good.” Then she was pulling you to sit on top of her. With a smirk that made you blush, she ran her hands up your thighs. “Now it’s your turn.”

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Never Again

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The Reader meets a man at a bar, who then proceeds to rescue her from a vampire. How can she ever repay him?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: fluff, vampire (beheading), SMUT, oral (female receiving) angst

Word Count: 1560

Note: Simple indulgence smut. Written for pre-series Dean when he was still hunting with John. Wrote pretty much all of this just for the ending. Sorry, not sorry. Tags and requests open, as always. Enojy!

At a first glance, the man at the other end of the bar was good looking. With a second, he had upgraded to hot. And with a third, combined with his flirting and rumbling voice… he was downright sinful.

“And does the mysterious man have a name?” you asked, finishing your drink.

“Dean. May I ask for yours?”

“Y/N.”

Dean noticed your lack of drink and ran his fingers over yours curled around the glass. “Can I refill that for you?” He was shoulder to shoulder with you now, radiating heat and smelling like oil and something woodsy. He smirked as you snapped out of staring.

“Actually-“

He dropped into a poorly-masked frown.

“I had been hoping to go home. Can you make sure I get there safe?” You looked up at him, cursing under your breath at how his green eyes glowed. And realized how jealous you were of his eyelashes.

“Sure thing.” Like a gentleman, he offered his arm and opened the door for you. Home was within walking distance, but you couldn’t say no to his sleek black ride that purred so beautifully. He pulled up to your place and was about to go leave to get your door, but you stopped by placing your hand on his bicep. Damn, even that felt perfect.

You licked your lips. “I don’t want to say goodnight just yet.”

Dean turned in the seat to face more towards you. “Okay, sweetheart.” He scooted closer and started to lightly trace his fingers up and down your arm. You shivered but angled to him more of your neck so he could continue feather-like over your sweet spot and throat. His touch drifted to your chin, and then his thumb was brushing over your bottom lip. He swallowed hard when your tongue darted out to lick it. You were about to suck it into your mouth when he stiffened up and started to grab something in the back seat.

“What-“

“Stay here.” He cursed as his door creaked loudly. Then he was gone, leaving you in the silence.

It was hard to breathe. Your skin, once prickled with desire, was now prickled with apprehension. Had he grabbed a knife? It couldn’t have been; it was too big. You peeked out the window, hoping to see Dean. From the darkness on the driver’s side to the buildings across the street you didn’t see him.

Instead, you saw a figure standing boldly under a street lamp. And he was looking right at you.

As you screamed, he crossed the street faster than you could process. He came to a stop outside the car, grinning at you. The scream died in your throat as more teeth descended from his gums.

“Didn’t your mother teach you not to play with your food?”

The man… monster turned to look towards the voice. There was a flash of metal and the sound akin to a sharp knife through fruit. Then it didn’t have a head anymore.

Your vision blurred but didn’t go out. Like a movie running on half-speed, you watched Dean drag the body into the darkness of the woods. A few minutes later, an older man showed up and waved Dean away. He came and helped you out of the car and into your home, bolting the door in every way available.

“I knew I missed one, dammit,” he mumbled. “Hope there wasn’t time to turn anyone. No, he was coming for her… because I…” Dean turned and ran his hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I put-“

You wrapped your arms around his waist and leaned up to kiss him. He was too shocked at first to reciprocate, but when he did… he did. His arms tightened around you as your knees wobbled. Soon, your back was against the wall and he was moaning into your mouth. Panting, you both broke away for oxygen.

“Thank you,” you whispered. Shivering, you pressed yourself into his chest. Dean rubbed your back, easing everything inside of you that felt like it was flying apart. Once you had moderate control again, you sighed. “So… vampires are real. And they have a heck of a lot more teeth than Dracula.”

Dean chuckled. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure that was the last one-“

“Pretty sure?”

“-but I can leave you my number so you can call if you see anything.” He broke off with a grunt as you pulled out his phone yourself, brushing against his bulge, and typed in your number.

“There. Now when you call me, I can call you.”

“Perfect.” His gaze dipped to your lips, but he hesitated.

You ran your hands under his shirt, mentally thanking whoever made him for their hard work. “Please, Dean. I wanted you before. Now I really want you. I should be terrified right now, but instead, I feel absolutely safe. Here. With you.” Your eyes closed as his thumb ran over your bottom lip again. “Please.”

The kiss he replied with was gentle at first. Then as you gave access to his tongue, it turned hungry. You couldn’t feel enough of him and frantically helped him shed his shirt. He couldn’t taste enough of you, so he helped you out of your clothes too and nipped, and sucked, and licked his way across your body. Your collarbone. Your neck, sucking a dark mark there. Biting the tops of your breasts before laving over your nipples. Then down, down, down your stomach to the top of your jeans. He removed those too. And your lacy black panties after he’d appreciated them.

He groaned against your thighs as you gripped at his hair. Dean continued humming and making sounds that vibrated against your sex. When he curled two fingers into you, he found you slick to the point of dripping. His green eyes caught yours one more time, then he focused on making you scream. Soon, you had a leg tossed over his shoulder and a sore throat. Your supporting knee shook, ready to give out. So, Dean tossed that leg over his shoulder too, pinning you to the wall and bruising you with his grip. He sucked and lapped noisily at your sex, chuckling with pride as a light bite at your clit sent your eyes rolling in your head and your body to quaking.

The world shifted. Dean carried you to your room, needing only a few directions, and then laid you on your bed. Weakly, you reached for his belt buckle. He unhooked it for you, and let it drop with his boxers. Was there anything about this man that didn’t make you want to drool? Nope. Not one inch of him.

“Protection?”

“I’m on the pill.”

Dean crawled over you, capturing your lips once more. Desperately, you angled your body up trying to feel him. His hands pinned your hips to the bed before he began to fill you. One earth-shattering inch at a time. You clawed at his back as he bottomed out. He hissed with your nails in his skin and your walls gripping his cock. When they were fluttering less, he slowly eased back and forth, creating an easy rhythm that was still plenty to take your breath away. Still. You needed more.

“Dean, please-“ you did your best to thrust faster than him, urging him and whining. Your body shuddered and stiffened as he picked up the pace. His thrusts were at a risk of pushing you up the bed, so he pulled you to the edge and stood. With his hands strongly gripping your hips, all you could do was cry out with each pull of your body onto his.

He faltered, heaving to catch his breath. “You feel so good, baby. Come for me, please?” He pulled you down harder, twisting and angling his hips. Though his eyes were closed and his brow was creased, he beamed as you screamed when he found the place he was looking for. He continued to spear that spot until your body had nearly turned to jello. “Just a bit longer, sweetheart. Where do you want it?”

“In me. Come inside me, Dean.”

With a high pitched growl, he did a few thrusts later.

You were still trying to unblur your vision while he massaged your hips. He found the bathroom and a towel he could run under warm water so he could clean you up. Before he could do more, you pulled him into the bed with you, giggling as it took some effort to get under the covers. He fell asleep before you did. Not that you cared. His body was warm where you laid on top of it. But you did have to pinch his nose a bit to get through the light snoring.

Sleep came while you were thinking what it was going to be like waking up next to him.

***

In the morning, the bed was empty beside you. On the kitchen counter, you found a hastily written note.

Y/N, I didn’t want to leave without saying goodbye, but something came up with family and I had to run. When I find my dad, I’ll come back. – D

For weeks you waited for a call. Months later, your lease was coming to an end, and you thought about staying for another year. But life was calling.

You never saw him again.

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Which One?

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Prompt: “When you have time love, do you think you’d be able to something with Tyler Bate and Pete Dunne? Where they meet the reader and both show interest in her and she shows that interest in both of them back, and it’s a slow burn into smut???”

Pairing: Tyler Bate x Reader x Pete Dunn

Warnings/Promises: Slow burn (as much as I can in a one-shot), angst, SMUT, threesome, oral (female and male receiving)

Word Count: 3000 (oops)

Note: This got a little out of hand. To my defense, there’s a bit more plot than usual. Please let me know if you guys liked it or not. Tag lists and requests are open. Enjoy!

The curtain closed behind you, minimally muffling the crowd’s cheering from your match. You were flushed and out of breath. Hair sticking out every which way. And your gear had gotten ripped in some places. Not that you could blame it for giving out at the seams. Dakota Kai was your best friend, but she did not take it easy on you. Ever. And she was waiting just outside of Gorilla to gloat when Tyler Bate and his partner Trent Seven walked up.

“That was a great match,” he said, ignoring the pointed look from Trent. “Your finisher is… unique. Inspired.”

Thankfully your face was already red to cover the blush. “Thanks.” Your heart thundered in your chest as Dakota left with a grin and Trent continued into Gorilla, leaving you two alone. “I like the shtick you and Trent got going. The mustaches are cool.”

“Thank you.”

In the silence that followed, the crowd getting hyped for the next tag match rang in your ears. You both inhaled to say something, then let it out with a soft smiling puff. Tyler motioned for you to speak first.

“I’ve got to go.”

“And I’ve got a match.”

“I’ll be watching. You guys always do such a good job.”

“And it is a pleasure to watch your matches as well.” He took your hand a placed a chaste kiss on your knuckles.

You gave him an awkward wave and left as quick as you could. Behind you and out of sight, Tyler facepalmed.

***

Before the night was over, you had your own tag match for next week. Though it was with an unlikely partner.

“I know your secret, Dunn,” Candice said as you rounded the corner. “If I have anything to say about it, it won’t be secret for long.”

Pete hadn’t noticed you yet, but you shivered at the power in his voice. “If I have anything to say about it, you’re gonna keep your mouth shut. Especially if you know what’s good for you.”

Candice scoffed. “Like you could stop me if you tried.”

You took that as a cue to intervene. As much as she was a rival, she had also been your training friend and you didn’t want to see her fingers get broken. “Might I suggest you stop while you’re ahead, sweetie?” Pete recoiled from the sound of your voice, surprised to see you. “You’re good, but Dunn would make it a quick match… if I don’t do it first.”

“If either of you lay a hand on her,” Johnny emerged from the darkness, “you’ll regret it.”

“Johnny,” you cooed, “done running from Aleister?”

“I haven’t been running,” he growled at you. Pete angled himself in front of you with a growl of his own. Johnny glared up at him but smirked when he noticed the title over his shoulder. “If anything, I’ve been looking for a competent competitor. And lookie here… here’s one, I think.” He tapped the UK title and laughed when Pete slapped his hand away. You bristled; Candice noticed and mirrored your stance.

“Why don’t you go back to irritating Tommaso?” You placed a hand on Pete’s shoulder and eased him to one side. His muscles calmed under your touch. “Or are you done losing to him?”

Candice snapped, “if you’re so interested in their tiff-“

“Started by you.”

“Maybe so. Maybe you should get more involved. The two of us versus the two of you. If we win, Johnny becomes number one contender for the UK Championship, and I join your upcoming title shot. Sound fair?”

The air was crackling with tension. Pete looked at you from the corner of his eye. You nodded. He stepped chest-to-chest with Johnny. “You’re on.”

He chuckled. “See you next week.”

When they had left, you turned to talk to your impromptu partner, but he had disappeared. You left with a sigh, though looking forward to getting to team with Pete.

***

A week later, you were not ready for the morning. It didn’t matter how long you had been doing this, a five-thirty call time for last-second training was still too early. In your half-sleepy state, you almost missed the cup of coffee being placed in your hand. The delightful warmth from the cup and the scent of your favorite flavor made you close your eyes in bliss and hum.

“If Dakota had told me you would be this happy, I would have done this a lot sooner.” Tyler was standing in front of you when your eyes snapped open. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to frighten you. Dakota asked me to pick up your usual since she’s running late.”

“No, you didn’t… I mean… thanks.” To cover your inability to speak, you took a sip, moaning at that first blessed taste of caffeine.

Tyler eyes locked in on how your tongue darted out to your lips to catch every drop. He swallowed around the sudden dryness in his mouth, then tried to cough it away.

You froze, thinking he was trying to get your attention. Biting your lip, you dropped your gaze to anywhere else in the room. Your heart thundered in your chest. “We… we should probably go in.”

“Yeah,” he rushed. “That’s a good idea.”

“Thanks for the coffee. I owe you one.” You took two steps then felt a vice grip your heart. Did you just offer to meet with him for coffee? He didn’t seem to notice, instead continuing to the door so he could hold it open for you. “Thanks,” you mumbled again. Because your head was lowered, you didn’t see the blush rising in his cheeks.

***

That night, the match went really well against Candice and Johnny. Pete wasn’t going to have to fight him for the title, and you weren’t going to have to worry about seeing her in your future match. Well, not legally anyway.

You saw your first Pete Dunn smile as you left Gorilla. He turned to you, hyped up on the victory. “I have to say, I enjoyed that.”

“I did too.” And you had. It was an intense match, and there’d been quite the view. You weren’t going to complain about getting to see Pete in action up close.

“Where do you guys usually go after a match? I’ll buy you a victory drink if you’d like?” Childlike nervousness flickered across his face. He really wanted to spend more time with you.

Further down the hall, Tyler laughed at something Trent said. You thought back to the morning and felt the brick of guilt land in your stomach. Pete turned and saw them. Then saw your face and guilt. His shoulders slumped, but not surprised.

“We actually don’t go out,” you rushed, “I was just going to go home. But I’ll see you around. You guys are here for another week, right? Because you’ve got that thing with Dream next week.”

“And you’ve got your title shot.”

“Right.”

Again, the air crackled. But with a different energy. It made your skin prickle with discomfort, so you gave him a smile and a short wave goodbye. After a few steps, he called out to you.

“Y/N?”

You turned. “Yeah?”

He cleared his throat. “You… you fight good.”

Biting your lip, you failed to hide a smile. “Thanks. You make a great champion.”

“Thanks.”

Chuffing with a grin, you walked away. Pete knocked on his own irritated forehead while your back was turned.

***

A full six days later, after not catching a single glance of either, you found them. They were in their civilian clothes and were engaged in a shouted-whisper match that looked like it was two seconds away from coming to blows.

“Can you guys take a break for ten minutes?” you joked. Their serious faces and sudden silence encouraged you to choose a different tactic. “Look, whatever it is, you can solve it in the ring like everything else.”

“Not this we can’t,” Pete grumbled. Tyler shot him a look, then gently stopped you from getting closer.

“He’s right. We can’t. Not this battle. It’d be… barbaric. It’s really down to how to do this like gentlemen.”

Pete pushed him away. “I’m not a gentleman, and she knows that. Not everything has to be delicate.”

You laughed. “Since when can you guys not fight for a title in the ring? If duking it out in a parking lot is too barbaric, there’s always a street fight match-“

“It’s not the title. Any of them.”

“What?” Your heart stuttered in your chest. They were looking at you intently. “Then…” you mouth was suddenly dry, “what is it?”

They stood equal distances from you and from each other. Their breathing was calm. Meticulous. And their gaze… it kept flicking to your lips. To the other man. Back to your eyes and trying to read your face. Pete spoke first.

“You.”

“What he means is,” Tyler rushed, shooting him another look, “is we don’t know who you’d choose. We didn’t realize that we’d both been flirting with you until last week, and one of us was going to back off. But then… which one, you know? We didn’t know. We wanted to ask, but not like this and… help?” He shrugged at Pete.

“You’re the poetic one.”

“And you’re the ‘not gonna mince words’ one.”

They went at it again. They stopped when they heard you giggling.

“There’s another problem.” You licked your lip, getting butterflies with how they watched your tongue. “I don’t know either.”

The expressions that rolled between them was flipped from what you expected. Tyler looked at you then at Pete like he had a wicked idea, while Pete seemed shocked. Still, soon they were both darkly grinning after Tyler pulled Pete down to whisper in his ear. They each took one of your hands and tugged you to stand between them. A chill set into your skin, enhanced by the smothering of body heat they gave you.

“But would the lady be willing?” Pete rumbled.

Each shivering breath sent your body bumping into his chest, and back into Tyler’s pelvis. Tyler’s hand flashed out to catch your waist. His shuddering breath on your neck made you drop your head back to his shoulder. Pete took the angle to drag his finger up from the collar of your shirt, over the hollow of your throat, and up to your chin where he angled your face to look at him.

“Do you want to take this somewhere else?” He chuckled as you whined.

“Which one of us?” Tyler asked, nosing at your ear.

You panted. “Both. Both of you. Please.”

***

It was a miracle nobody saw you the whole way to your locker room. Pete never let go of your hand as you dragged him along, and Tyler’s touch never left the small of your back. As soon as the door slammed shut and the lock clicked, they were on you tearing away your clothes and placing hot kisses along every inch of your skin.

“Been dreamin’ of this since I first saw you,” Pete hummed into your shoulder. He let out an oomph as Tyler pushed your back into his chest and sank to his knees. Pete took the hint and kept nipping at your skin while bringing his hands around to your front. They splayed wide, warmer than your flushed skin. He held you close as you bucked at Tyler’s first hot breath over your sex. Tyler gripped your thighs when you moaned.

Between them, you knew you wouldn’t fall over. But you’d already fallen. For both of them.

You bit your lip while Tyler rendered your legs to jelly with his tongue. Pete’s hands traveled up your body to your breasts, toying with them. With a whimper, your eyes closed.

Pete nosed at your ear. “Stop torturing your lip, darlin’, we’ll give it something to taste soon.” He pinched roughly at your nipples, making you gasp. “And open your eyes. Look at me.” When you did, you realized they had set you up in front of your mirror. Pete’s eyes glowed darkly from the shadow over your shoulder. And you looked completely strung out.

The heat in your lower stomach took a jump when Tyler sucked on your clit. He took your bucking down towards his face to bury two fingers in you that curled quickly, searching for your scream-spot. The closer he got, the more you whined and arched back into Pete’s bulge, making him groan. Your legs tried to stutter close against the rush of pleasure. The scratch of Tyler’s beard on your inner thighs. Against the open-mouthed kisses along your neck that made it hard to breathe. But still, he searched. Tyler let out a pleased hum as your walls constricted around his fingers and you gave a shout.

“Now for the real fun,” he murmured, nosing at your stomach. You took as deep a breath as you could catch before he began.

For all his sweet words and dapper airs, Tyler Bate was a fiend. And dammit, Pete had known. The UK champion held you tighter than you could squirm as his peer noisily slurped and drank up what your body poured. You reached back with one hand for Pete’s length still trapped in his pants. With the other, you wove your fingers into Tyler’s hair. He nipped at your thigh when you gave it a tug.

Pete nuzzled into your neck. “How close is she, mate?”

“Very.”

To prove his point, he flicked at your clit, making you cry out.

“Any time, love.” Pete grunted as you cupped your hands over his bulge. “Cum when you like. Then I’m gonna ‘ave a turn with ya.”

Tyler frizzed his fingers over your clit, send your head lolling onto Pete’s shoulder and your eyes to roll back. They held you through all your shivers and quaking, watching with wide, bright eyes. When you settled, they were hungry to see more.

You were turned around for a bruising kiss and walked backward. There was the sound of a pair of zippers as Pete backed you up against the armrest of the couch and Tyler sat down. They were both well gifted, and the way Tyler curled his fingers at you after sucking them clean made your mouth water. Pete helped you bend over the rest, letting you give Kyle a lingering kiss before pushing you the rest of the way into his lap. Before you could even taste the cock inches from your face, Pete began to ease you onto him. You gave a long, breathless sigh that made them both twitch. Then you gave a scream as Pete let patience give way to instant gratification. Not that you were complaining about being suddenly full.

While your body was adjusting, you took the second to give Tyler’s length kitten licks and sloppy kisses that had his stomach muscles flexing where they peaked out from under his shirt. His eye fought against closing as you caught his gaze. You closed your lips over the tip, humming with the taste and weight of him on your tongue. That was when Pete gave you a test thrust, sending you further onto Tyler’s cock. All three of you moaned as your reactions trigged each other.

Pushing your hair out of your face, Tyler bopped the end of your nose. “Are you ready, darling?”

You nodded and came off his cock with a pop. “Yes.”

“Good,” Pete said, “ ’cause we are gonna ruin you.” He made a show of sliding his hands down your back to your hips, where he tightened his grip.

He pulled a scream from your lips with the first thrust. Tyler quickly guided his length back into your mouth to absorb most of your sounds, though it meant he had to cover his mouth as you passed the vibrations onto him. You took him as far as you could, and then a little further as Pete deepened his pace.

Soon, you were thrumming. You couldn’t look away from Tyler’s half-lidded eyes. And you couldn’t escape Pete’s rhythm that changed just as you thought you were getting used to it. He kept shifting and angling his hips, using Tyler’s facial expressions to gauge what was making you the loudest and where. You needed more. But he wouldn’t let you press back towards him. And then Tyler’s hand was in your hair, guiding you as well. He pulled you off for frequent gasps of air, even as it got messy.

“She’s close. Can feel her grippin’ me tighter an’ tighter.”

“Good, ‘cause I’m not… gonna last long.” Tyler panted and again pushed your hair out of the way. “You’re doin’ so good, darling. Gonna let me fill your throat? Or do you want it somewhere else?” He hissed as you sucked in your cheeks around him. “Okay. Mouth it is.”

He barely lasted a few more swallows before cumming down your throat. When he was spent and you had done your best to leave him clean, Pete pulled you back against his chest. He wrapped one arm around your shoulders, which you gave you something to grab onto as his other hand sank to your clit. Each quick thrust sent you up onto your toes.

“Pete-“

“Cum, love. Don’t ‘old back.”

You came with a silent cry, going rigid in his arms. He followed soon after, easing you both down with a few more languid strokes. You crawled around to sit next to Tyler. He draped an arm across your shoulders and rested his head on yours. He chuckled, having another wicked idea.

“You know. I think that counts as a work-out.”

You giggled. “Cardio.”

“Then,” Pete said, zipping his jeans back up, “I say we take this to somewhere a little more comfortable. We can work-out at our hotel-“

“Or my place,” you offered. “Which one would you guys like?”

“Wherever we have more freedom to make you the loudest.”

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Relapse

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Prompt: “I was wondering if I could please request a Seth Rollins smut where you’re broken up and out drinking with the roster and he gets really jealous when he notices how flirty Dolph Ziggler is getting with you. Worried he’ll lose his shot to get back with you, he turns up at your hotel room later that night to remind you how good he is/ win you back. X” – @insearchofsunlight 

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: ANGST, ex problems, drinking, more angst, SMUT

Word Count: 335 (ending 2)

Note: This is an alternate ending of a longer fic. As it sits here, it’s kind of a drabble. Check out the beginning here: Break Each Other’s Hearts Again  

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“How you doin’, baby girl?”

“Fantastic. Don’t stop.”

The hotel bed creaked as Seth dropped you on it. He pinned your wrists above your head and nipped across your chest, all the while thrusting at a leisurely pace. You knew how much he wanted to lose control by how his grip tightened and loosed on your wrists. How his muscles flexed.

“I said don’t stop.” You smirked. “Let go.”

Seth smirked back.

You cried out as he pulled nearly all the way out to then fill you in one breath. Over and over he did this. He had to let go of your writs so he could keep you from getting pushed off the bed. You could barely feel scratch of the cheep sheets on your skin over how his body slotted with yours. How his new grip of your hips was probably going to bruise you. How his breath was coming out in groaning pants.

“Come on, baby, one more,” he pleaded. “Let me feel you.”

His thumb brushed across your clit, making you buck forward. He did it again, harder and continuing to circle it until you came with a desperate scream. Two, three thrusts later he filled you with his cum. Gingerly, Seth pulled out. He couldn’t help but grin to see you leaking because of him again. Then his body finally gave out, and he fell to one side, pulling the sheets over the both of you.

The smug look on his face worried you. It bothered you even more when he rolled over to look at you like he’d won something. “So.”

“So?”

“You’re mine again. Right?”

You sighed and stared at the ceiling. “And what gave you that idea?”

He scoffed. “You came, didn’t you?”

“Is that all I am to you? Someone to get sex from?”

Seth nodded his head while mockingly thinking it over. “Yeah. Isn’t that what I am to you? A little more than friends with benefits. I still want the relationship with you, it’s just-“

You tossed the covers back and left the bed. “I’m clingy and I want more than just someone to booty call. This will come as a shock to you, but I am not your fleshlight.” He tried to follow you, but you evaded his grasp and started cleaning up the room.

“Then what was all this?” He started to catch his clothes you threw at him. “Playing me like you thought I played you?”

“No. A relapse. Falling off the ‘don’t get involved with Seth Rollins’ wagon. A chaser to everything you’ve already done to me.”

He chuckled while pulling up his pants. “How poetic of you. Did your drinks tonight twist your perception of life, or are you just that desperate to think you can survive without me?” He didn’t bother to put on his shirt. “You’re a mess.”

“I believe the word you used earlier was ‘disaster.’ And yeah, I probably am. But I can function without you. I can live without you.”

He smirked. “We’ll see about that. I bet you’ll be begging me to take you back within two weeks.”

“You forget, Rollins, you were the one who showed up my door. Who’s the one who did the begging?” His face fell. It didn’t give you all of the satisfaction you thought it would, but it still felt good. “Now get out.”

The rest of the satisfaction came when you slammed the door in his face.

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Break Each Other’s Hearts Again

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Prompt: “I was wondering if I could please request a Seth Rollins smut where you’re broken up and out drinking with the roster and he gets really jealous when he notices how flirty Dolph Ziggler is getting with you. Worried he’ll lose his shot to get back with you, he turns up at your hotel room later that night to remind you how good he is/ win you back. X” –  @insearchofsunlight

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: ANGST, ex problems, drinking, more angst, SMUT, oral (female receiving), some teasing, fluff

Word Count: 1895 (fluffy ending 1), 2171 (angsty ending 2)

Note: Sorry Dolph fans, but Seth gets the girl tonight. And there’s more experimentation! This fic has an alternate ending which will have a link at the bottom. Tag lists and requests open. Enjoy!

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Though it was loud, Dolph was doing his best to give you a preview of his stand-up routine. He yelled over the thumping of the music. “Of course, I let the fuzzball have it. If it’s not meant for a cat, then why is it a box?”

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was because he was mildly amusing, but you laughed with your whole body. By this point, if he offered you a free ticket to see the show, you’d love to be able to hear everything. When you had simmered down to giggles, you finished your drink. “I bet if you used even half of that in the ring, we’d get a black-mail worthy laugh out of Drew.”

He chuckled. “I’ll have to think about that.” Your shoulder brushed together as he scooted closer to you. “That’s about it. Would you like another-“

“No, she wouldn’t.”

You were pulled back against a familiar solid chest. It was Seth. His words were a little slurry, but his mind still seemed agile enough to find more fault than usual with Dolph. You pushed him away. “I can make my own choices, thank you. You were saying-“

“I am well aware of your choice-making abilities. Y/N-“

“And I am aware of yours. Seth.”

Dolph shrugged and patted your arm before leaving for a booth.

Seth groaned. “What can you see in a guy like him? He’s such a-“

“Attentive man. I can understand why you would be confused by that.” You motioned for a refill, but Seth belayed that and took your glass. “How dare-“ You took it back and got the bartender’s attention again.

“Fine,” he growled, “so he takes note of your every whim. Every up and down in your moods. Bet he knows what to say every time too; he’s had plenty of practice coming up with the lines.”

You turned to face him, poking him in the chest. “What would you know about it, Rollins? If anyone’s got the ‘practice’ here, it’s you. You made your choices, and I made mine to leave you. I’m not perfect, but I definitely deserve more than you.”

He snorted. “So I’m a prick and you’re a disaster. There for a while, you liked that I gave you space.” His voice dropped and you barely heard him over the music. “What changed?”

“I don’t know.” You lifted your new drink to your lips. “What changed about me that you stopped looking? Did the feeling of new conquest wear off or did I not give you enough space?” If he was going to be the martyr, you could let him. He’d hurt you enough already. “Goodbye, Seth.” You left the bar and joined Dolph in his booth for better conversation. A conversation that didn’t want to make you curl into a ball and cry with the memory of what had been.

Even still, the more Dolph talked and the more he drank, the more he began to repeat. Like a record skipping back and forth.

“And so the lion became the lamb. Yes, Dolph, you’ve told that one. Would you mind calling me a cab?”

“Do you mind if I ride with you?”

You did, but you shared the cab anyway. He wasn’t on the same floor of the hotel as you, but he still walked you back to your room. Before you could put your key in the lock, his beer breath was warming your neck. The scent of it churned your stomach. Or maybe it was his closeness.

“I enjoyed talking to you tonight.” He leaned against the wall next to your door. “I meant to ask, did Rollins give you too much trouble? I could have a word with him if you’d like.”

Only if I can film how he beats you up afterward. “No, I can handle him.”

“You could handle me too, sweetheart. And that’s an invitation.” He clicked his teeth and shot double finger guns at you. You rolled your eyes and opened your door. He grabbed your wrist before you could leave him outside. “Wait, please. This may be bad timing, but the whole roster knows how much he hurt you. You can’t let him stop you from moving on. Please,” he tilted your head up with the tip of his finger, “let me at least try to help you forget him.”

When you remained silent but didn’t move, he nodded and pressed his lips to yours. It could have been sweet. Instead, he hungrily pressed you against the door and sloppily kissed down your face to your neck. He pinned one of your wrists to the door and wrapped his other arm around your waist. His fingertips grazed over your ass.

No.

It took you a second to succeed in pushing him away. “Go get some sleep, Dolph. You probably won’t remember any of this in the morning.” I hope I can’t. You closed the door in his face, ignoring the muttering you heard from the other side.

After you were ready for bed, and halfway under the covers, there was a knock at your door.

“I’m not inviting you in, Dolph. I’ve had enough jokes for the evening.”

When you opened your door, you gasped. Seth pushed past you and started pacing the room.

“I get it. Dolph pays attention to you. Fine. But I can’t let you go. Not like this.” His face scrunched in disgust. “I can’t stand the thought of him touching you where I’ve held you. Kissing you in the wrong places because he doesn’t know where to kiss you.” His steps faltered and he sighed. “If you guys are going to be a thing, I’ll leave. But please,” he moved quickly to cage you against the wall, “let me have one more chance to show how much I know you. How well I know your body and your sounds.” His fingers traced up under your sleeping shorts. But just barely. “Or tell me to leave, and I’ll leave.”

His chest bumped against yours as it heaved with deep, desperate breaths. Your eyes darted to his lips.

One more night? One more goodbye.

“I don’t know. Maybe I want Dolph to learn me.”

Seth’s eyes flashed. An angry shiver rippled his muscles. “Is that what you want?”

“No.”

Then his lips were on yours. Devouring you. Filling you. Exploring your mouth like it was a missing piece to his life’s mystery. He was apologizing without words. Saying everything his heart wanted to without having to worry about making it come out right. Breathless, he broke away. His eyes gleamed with wanting more… if you were willing to take more.

Your words came out at a whisper. “You’ve hurt me. Many times over.” It was hard to breathe. “But maybe… hurt me one more time?” Why was it so hard to make a decision about him?

He pulled you close and rasped in your ear, “I’m going to show you what you’ll miss without me. What I’ll miss without you.” His hands pulled your hips to grind into his pelvis, making you moan at the harness trapped in his jeans. You continued to moan as his lips descended to your neck, and further down to mouth over your nipples peaking through your thin sleep shirt. Already you were breathless, and you knew he’d barely begun.

Then he sank to his knees, taking your shorts and panties with him on the way down. He threw one of your legs over his shoulder and nipped at your inner thigh. Seth chuckled. “Glad to see somebody’s missed me.” He inhaled your scent deeply. You bucked down towards his face as he gave your clit a chaste kiss.

Not that you wanted to prove him right, but you needed more. “Did you come to tease or actually do something?” Your voice cut off with a clipped scream as he plunged two fingers into your pussy.

Seth knew how to curl his fingers. What speed to pump them in and out of you. When his mouth closed around you, your head fell back. Your fingers curled in his hair. He hummed as you guided him around where you needed him the most. The tiny voice in your heart saying this was a bad idea was overrun by the electric shocks running through your veins. Your blood pounded in your ears. Seth’s humming and sucking quickened the more your walls clamped around his fingers and tongue until he was rushing to catch everything while your legs quaked.

You squeaked as Seth threw your other leg over his shoulder. With a start, you realized he wasn’t going to stop. He lifted you in the air and continued to lap at you. Since you didn’t have to focus on standing, you were able to let go and be louder. Making Seth’s favorite sounds. Whimpering and mewling as he brought you quickly to the brink again. When you were just almost there, he dropped you to his waist. You’d been to blissed out to notice him stepping out of his jeans, but you noticed now that his cock was pressing into you, teasing with your needy state. Seth turned his mouth’s attention to the underside of your neck. He kept you breathing in short bursts, heightening the need to cum. With a growl, you clawed down his back. He got the message and pulled the rest of the way onto his cock.

It only took a few thrusts.

Then you were weakly gripping his biceps and letting your head loll onto his shoulder.

“How you doin’, baby girl?”

“Fantastic. Don’t stop.”

The hotel bed creaked as Seth dropped you on it. He pinned your wrists above your head and nipped across your chest, all the while thrusting at a leisurely pace. You knew how much he wanted to lose control by how his grip tightened and loosed on your wrists. How his muscles flexed.

“I said don’t stop.” You smirked. “Let go.”

Seth smirked back.

You cried out as he pulled nearly all the way out to then fill you in one breath. Over and over he did this. He had to let go of your writs so he could keep you from getting pushed off the bed. You could barely feel scratch of the cheep sheets on your skin over how his body slotted with yours. How his new grip of your hips was probably going to bruise you. How his breath was coming out in groaning pants.

“Come on, baby, one more,” he pleaded. “Let me feel you.”

His thumb brushed across your clit, making you buck forward. He did it again, harder and continuing to circle it until you came with a desperate scream. Two, three thrusts later he filled you with his cum. Gingerly, Seth pulled out. He couldn’t help but grin to see you leaking because of him again. Then his body finally gave out, and he fell to one side, pulling the sheets over the both of you.

You curled into his chest. His hand splayed wide across your back. Despite the uncomfortable way your bodies stuck together, he pulled you closer. Like he never wanted to let you go.

If either of you had anything to say about it, he wasn’t going to let you go any time soon.

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Our Princess

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Prompt: “Can I request a threesome with Bobby Fish and Kyle O’Rilley?” – @amballins-priestess 

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, dom/princess, butt plug, semi-public (hallway) smut, threat of being seen, oral (male receiving), split roasted, one bad pun

Word Count: 1085

Note: My first threesome attempt; please be kind but do tell me if any part was hard to follow. I hope this is what you wanted, sweetie! So much sin. Requests and tag lists open, now including an NXT list. Enjoy!

“Hey, Princess, how are you doin’?” Kyle laced an arm around your waist and his gym duffle dropped to the floor. His hand dipped down to the curve of your ass to put pressure on the hidden bejeweled plug. “Still okay?”

“Yes,” you breathed. He pulled you closer as you tried to wriggle away. So, you switched your tactic to lean close to his ear and whimper, “need you.”

“Patience. We have to wait for Bobby.”

It was a long wait. You could almost picture him, shifting in his seat as Adam rambled on about some plan. Was he thinking of you? Was he hard and aching?

Kyle snatched your hand away from where it was inching up under your skirt. He laid it flat on the crate you were both sitting on. “Patience, Princess. Just a few more-“

“Have you been a good girl, Y/N?” Bobby rounded the corner, his figure silhouetted by the distant light in the otherwise dark hallway. “Well?”

“Yes. Please, guys.” The plug shifted as you squirmed, making you gasp. They both licked their lips to see your mouth fall open and your eyes to close. Your hand flew to Kyle’s thigh and gave him a desperate squeeze.

Kyle eased your grip by stroking your hand. “She has bee good. Wearin’ that plug all day. Hasn’t complained once. I bet she’s dripping.” He gave Bobby a knowing look. “And she did say please.”

Bobby nodded. He held out his hand to you. “Then come here.” He grinned and caught you as you bounced over to him, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss.  You slid your hands over his shoulders and back to the short hairs on his nape. Bobby swallowed your moan as Kyle slid up behind you. He tapped at your plug again, then slid his hands around to your front, flipping up your skirt. Kyle mouthed across your neck when he found your panties soaked through. He sent those to the floor, then dipped two fingers into your heat.

You bucked down to his hand, pressing your body in Bobby’s front too. He broke off the kiss with a blissful hiss. “Easy, baby girl. We’ve got you.”

“Sorry, Bobby.”

“You did nothing wrong, Princess,” he hummed, kissing your forehead. “Seems Kyle’s just as impatient as you.”

To emphasize that point, Kyle nipped at the back of your neck and curled his fingers roughly. He scissored you open, making your head loll back to his shoulder. Leaving you arched forward and your chest exposed. Bobby took that opening, flipping your shirt above your breasts. Both of them groaned in the back of their throats, but Bobby was the one that got to kiss across them. To pull them out of the cups of your bra. And to bring your nipples to peaks with his mouth and fingers. All the while, Kyle continued to thrust and curl and pump his fingers in your pussy.

“Please,” you pleaded. You reached for both of their bulges, stroking them to silently ask for what you really wanted.

Kyle breathed hotly over your ear. “All in good time. Going to make you cum first.” He shot a look at Bobby, who nodded and dropped one of his hands to your clit. Together they brought you to the brink. Bobby covered your mouth with his as you screamed, gushing over their hands.

It didn’t matter who caught you when your legs gave out, but you found yourself leaned across a narrow crate. Kyle stood in front of you, straining in the confines of his jeans. Bobby was behind you, palming across your ass after he flipped your skirt up.

“Ready, Princess?” One of them asked. Bobby tapped at your plug, prompting your answer.

“Yes! Please, fill me up. Want to make you feel good.”

The dual sound of zippers said you’d given the right answer.

You parted your lips for Kyle’s cock and did your best to widen your stance for Bobby. The latter waited for the first to fill your mouth before he set to stretching you wide an inch at a time. Your eyes crossed and you groaned around Kyle’s length. He fell forward to brace on the crate with a strangled breath. He stayed there until Bobby bottomed out and all three of you could catch your breath.

Behind you, the pace started slow, easing you into a sense of smooth pleasure. In front of you, a similar rhythm began, alternating so that you were always filled in one way or another. Kyle tasted so good. And Bobby filled you so perfectly. If it wasn’t for the plug shifting in your ass constantly, you would have relaxed into their movements. Instead, you continued to jolt and thrust, making them quicken to keep up with you.

From the tips of your fingers to your toes scrambling to keep on the floor, your skin was on fire. Hotter still were their hands passing over your body. Pressing into your hips to pull you back. Between your shoulder blades for stability and to keep you still. Sliding up and down your back, leaving thin trails down your spine. All of that heat building and growing and combining with how the guys couldn’t stay quiet. Bobby with his strained grunts that would sometimes pitch into moans when your walls would clamp on him. Or Kyle’s whines from his stuttered breathing when you would suck him deeper.

You came first, screaming onto Kyle’s cock and shuddering. He followed soon after, filling your mouth and throat with his cum and biting down on his knuckles to dampen his shout. Then Bobby, thrusting through your release to chase his and sending you into a third as his cum coated your walls.

They helped you turn around to sit on Bobby’s lap while Kyle fished a towel from his duffle to clean you up. When you looked mostly decent and there wasn’t a threat of cum indecently running down your legs while you walked, you let them begin to lead you to the garage.

Bobby picked your panties off the floor as he passed and shoved them in his pocket instead of giving them to you. He laced his arm in yours and whispered in your ear. “Kyle’s going to need access to your jewel, Princess. He’s going to play with you all the way home. Can you be good and not cum? If you don’t, we’ll fill up that hole too.”

You nodded adamantly.

“Good girl. Our Princess.”

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My Favorite Things

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

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

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

Word Count: 1650

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” you lied.

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

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

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

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

“Drake-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You whimpered into his lips.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you ready, love?”

“Yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

“On your knees, my love.”

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

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

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

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Patience

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

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Y/N)

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

Word Count: 1270

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhmm.”

“Good.”

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

“No, Dean, please-“

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

“You.”

“Who else?”

“Nobody. Not even me.”

“Good girl.”

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

“See something you like?”

You groaned in answer.

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

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

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

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

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

“How are your shoulders?”

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

“Patience. All in good time.”

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

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

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

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

You eagerly nodded and strained against the cuffs.

“Need more than that, sweetheart.”

“Yes, Dean. Please. Make me cum.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he did.

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

“Cum, Y/N. Cum again.”

Your lungs gave everything they had.

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

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

“Don’t… don’t pleasure myself.”

“Good girl. Any clues as to why?”

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

“That’s right, sweetheart. My Y/N.”

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Past Looking

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 1800

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

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

Well, almost any.

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

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

No time like the present.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

“Huh?”

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

“Y/N?” Braun cocked his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? Why?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was suddenly hard to breathe.

“Maybe later,” he rumbled.

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

“Braun, please-“

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

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

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

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

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

You hummed in agreement. “Chocolate or flowers?”

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

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

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