Jason needs to be in control after a dangerous night on patrol.
Pairing: Jason Todd x OC (1st person)
Warnings/Promises: SO MUCH SMUT, angsty smut, mentions of previous death, bondage, little-spoon Jason
Word Count: 850
Note: Trying a different style. Please let me know what you think! As always, tag lists and requests are open. Enjoy!
The first hint that he was home was the sudden drop in temperature. With a sigh, I took the bait and got up to close the window. Before my hands could leave the sill, he was pressing against me and kissing at my neck.
“Rough night?” I asked. I bit my lip and tilted my head to give his lips more access.
“Mhmm. Need you.”
With a click of the remote, the tv was off, silencing the ongoing news report about the warehouse fire by the bay. Earlier, panic had been all I could feel until I saw the blip of a motorcycle escaping the flames. I had been there that other night too. Racing Joker’s depravity and time. My bike had skidded to a stop just behind Bruce’s. I remember being frozen while the caped crusader ran into the heat, then my silence as he brought out my childhood friend’s body. I quit. He was gone, and no amount of justice could replace him. Then he came back. He came back for Joker… and for me. We both continued to grow up. Bruce had Alfred and the Batcave. Dick had Oracle.
Jason had me.
He turned me around to cup my face in his hands. His lips were still cold, probably always would be. They set a fire in me anyways. I unbuckled the several clasps binding him in his gear. Jason ripped the fabric off his shoulders, growling if it didn’t leave him fast enough. My clothes were left in a crumpled line as he walked me back to our bedroom, falling on top of me when my legs hit the side of the mattress.
“What do you need, Jason?” I said between kisses.
“Can… can I use the cuffs?”
It almost made me smile. “Of course.” If he had given me room to speak, I would have told him I needed them too. Instead, he helped my up the bed so I could spread my arms to the posts. He took the cuffs from the nightstand and asked me again if it was okay. I attached the first set myself. With the second click, I arched into his mouth as he kissed down my chest to my breasts. He laved over one tip, then palmed over it as he moved to the second.
I let out a shuddered breath as his other hand feathered down my stomach. Jason hummed into my mouth to find the slick already between my thighs. One finger, then two curled gently. When they began to scissor me open, my hips thrust up to meet him.
“Let me see you cum,” he murmured against my skin. He bit into the curve of my neck, just enough to make me gasp.
A drop of water would have sizzled on my skin. Any air that passed my lips came out in a raspy cry. As he moved his fingers faster and deliberately, my vision darkened until all I could do was feel. Feel his hot breath on my neck. His body warm but still chilled on mine. The sparks of pleasure that he created with his touch on my breasts and between my legs. My mouth parted, desperate for more oxygen. Jason was there to steal it.
With a shudder that quaked through my whole body, I blubbered into his mouth. Jason smirked and continued to pulse his movements. I came again, going rigid and shivering against the restraints.
“Please-“
“I’m here.”
Jason unlocked the cuffs, gently rubbing my wrists and kissing away the ache. Then he was moving. He set himself between my legs, pushing my thighs back as far as I could go. Slowly and careful of my sensitivity, he worked into my sex a bit at a time. We both gave a low groan as he came to a stop, fully sheathed and gasping as my walls adjusted. A few breaths later I was gripping his hip, urging him to move. He did. I did my best to meet his thrusts, but the build from his earlier escape and his need and my needing him made it nearly impossible to raise my hips against the force. Even with knowing him for so long, he still felt impossibly deep.
“Open your eyes, baby. Let me see you.”
It took so small effort, but I did. And the view was worth it. His blue gaze was bright but shadowed with desire. With me completely under his control, his pace quickened. He hissed as my nails dug into his skin, leaving a mix of half-moons and long red welts. I gave a jolt. He faltered. Jason reached down and pinched my clit, sending me over. He shouted, following me and thrusting a few more times to ease us down before gently pulling out.
Jason fell to one side. Taking a strengthening breath, I rolled over and wrapped him in my arms. He buried his head into my chest. I stroked his hair, listening to his breathing as it evened out. Before long, he was asleep. I tightened my embrace, then followed him into slumber.
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.”
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.”
Prompt: “I was wondering if you could write something kinda loosely based off a Matchbox 20 song called Push. If you need lyrics or anything, or a different guy to work with, I can come off anon. But can you write it for a reader with not so good self-confidence who is maybe dating a guy (hmm, let’s say Ziggler) who is taking her for granted? Enter Jack Swagger (if you write for him), who has a silent thing for her and finally, can’t take hiding it and he decides to show her? I need this like air please?”
Pairing: Jack Swagger x Reader, beginning Dolph x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: mentions of alcohol, break-up, continuous checking in, SMUT, oral (female receiving)
Word Count: 2340
Note: Forgive any inaccuracies in his characterization; I had a crash-course in Jack Swagger to write this. Again, I am sorry to any Dolph fans; he is again the perfect asshole. My requests are still open, and the WWE Answered Request Week is in process. All my tag lists are open. Enjoy!
Jack Swagger POV
She was curled up on a crate again. Arms wrapped around her legs and head on her knees. I sat next to her with a sigh. “What’d he do this time?”
“Nothing,” she said with a sniffle. Y/N must have been there a while because her face was already dry and the puffiness was receding. “I guess that’s the problem. It’s so much… nothing.” She leaned into me as I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I don’t mind him going out with his friends all the time, but is one dinner a week too much to ask? Is it?” She looked up at me. I shook my head. “He’s a good man,” she whispered, like she was trying to convince herself. “Driven. Willing to do anything for his goals.”
But not willing to fight for you.
I was about to say it out loud when the man himself sauntered up.
“You tryin’ to cop a feel of my girl, Swagger?” he joked. None of us laughed.
“No.” I stood. “It was just a chat. Though if you keep leaving your girl out in the cold, someone is bound to whisk her away. Like Rollins or Cesaro,” I added hastily. “Did you want to grab dinner, Y/N?”
Dolph stepped forward and took her hand. “Back off. Where would you like to go, Y/N?”
I sent her a wink as they started to make plans. It twisted like a knife that a wonderful woman like Y/N needed a third-party intervention to get time with her boyfriend. Her clueless boyfriend. That wasn’t right. She laughed at something he said. She wasn’t mine. Y/N was never going to be mine.
***
Reader POV
You were in the ring together. Dolph was staring down Tyler Breeze and you were doing the same to Summer Rae. As the match started, you realized too late that you were hardly going to get any ring time. Even though Breeze kept tagging in Summer, Dolph would turn around and tag you out. You evaded him once, having about five minutes with Summer before getting thrown into your corner. Dolph won the match. You almost didn’t rush to help him when Summer retaliated.
Backstage, you confronted him. “Why would you do that?”
Prompt: “I was wondering if you could write something kinda loosely based off a Matchbox 20 song called Push. If you need lyrics or anything, or a different guy to work with, I can come off anon. But can you write it for a reader with not so good self-confidence who is maybe dating a guy (hmm, let’s say Ziggler) who is taking her for granted? Enter Jack Swagger (if you write for him), who has a silent thing for her and finally, can’t take hiding it and he decides to show her? I need this like air please?”
Pairing: Jack Swagger x Reader, beginning Dolph x Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: mentions of alcohol, break-up, continuous checking in, SMUT, oral (female receiving)
Word Count: 2340
Note: Forgive any inaccuracies in his characterization; I had a crash-course in Jack Swagger to write this. Again, I am sorry to any Dolph fans; he is again the perfect asshole. My requests are still open, and the WWE Answered Request Week is in process. All my tag lists are open. Enjoy!
Jack Swagger POV
She was curled up on a crate again. Arms wrapped around her legs and head on her knees. I sat next to her with a sigh. “What’d he do this time?”
“Nothing,” she said with a sniffle. Y/N must have been there a while because her face was already dry and the puffiness was receding. “I guess that’s the problem. It’s so much… nothing.” She leaned into me as I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “I don’t mind him going out with his friends all the time, but is one dinner a week too much to ask? Is it?” She looked up at me. I shook my head. “He’s a good man,” she whispered, like she was trying to convince herself. “Driven. Willing to do anything for his goals.”
But not willing to fight for you.
I was about to say it out loud when the man himself sauntered up.
“You tryin’ to cop a feel of my girl, Swagger?” he joked. None of us laughed.
“No.” I stood. “It was just a chat. Though if you keep leaving your girl out in the cold, someone is bound to whisk her away. Like Rollins or Cesaro,” I added hastily. “Did you want to grab dinner, Y/N?”
Dolph stepped forward and took her hand. “Back off. Where would you like to go, Y/N?”
I sent her a wink as they started to make plans. It twisted like a knife that a wonderful woman like Y/N needed a third-party intervention to get time with her boyfriend. Her clueless boyfriend. That wasn’t right. She laughed at something he said. She wasn’t mine. Y/N was never going to be mine.
***
Reader POV
You were in the ring together. Dolph was staring down Tyler Breeze and you were doing the same to Summer Rae. As the match started, you realized too late that you were hardly going to get any ring time. Even though Breeze kept tagging in Summer, Dolph would turn around and tag you out. You evaded him once, having about five minutes with Summer before getting thrown into your corner. Dolph won the match. You almost didn’t rush to help him when Summer retaliated.
Backstage, you confronted him. “Why would you do that?”
“Do what?” He checked his phone and texted someone back.
“It’s the first time I’ve gotten to tag with you and you wouldn’t let me into the ring. I could have held up my half of the match. You said we had equal skills.”
He hummed and pulled you into his chest. “I’m sorry. I thought I was saving showing off your skills for a special occasion.”
“What’s a better occasion than getting to fight with you?”
“I didn’t realize this meant so much to you. It felt normal to me, you having my back. From the floor or in the ring.” He kissed the top of your head. “I’ll see if I can’t talk them into a rematch. One we’ll win together that will give you all the time to show off.” He was slowly swaying with you when some of his drinking buddies showed up. “I’ll be there in a minute,” he told them.
Your heart skipped a beat. “Where are you going? I thought you were taking me to dinner?”
“We ate in catering.”
“That doesn’t count.”
“Sorry, baby. I already told them I was going out.”
“Tell them you have to cancel. Please.”
One of the guys waved. “It’s okay, Dolph. We can catch you another day.”
“No. Hang on.” He turned and gripped your shoulders. “Why are you acting like this? You’ve had me all afternoon. We had a great match. We won-“
“You won,” you spat, pushing him away. He growled a warning. “I’ll push you around if I like. That’s what you’ve been doing to me since we started seeing each other. Pushing me aside. Pushing me away. Pushing my career down below yours so you could get the glory.” You batted his hands away as he reached for you. “No. I’ve tried to give you what you need. But have you thought, even for one second, about me?”
“Come on, Y/N. Be reasonable.”
“I’m not going to do anything you say. At all.” You grit your teeth as your cheeks heated up. Before walking away you added, “and don’t bother with that rematch. We’re done.”
Dolph sputtered and cursed. “Fine,” he shouted at you. “You were a drag anyway. I’m going to get everything I’ve ever wanted without you pulling me down.”
You disappeared around a corner before he could see your tears.
***
Swagger POV
I was already at the hotel when I got the call.
“Jack.” Her voice shattered, breaking me.
“Where are you?”
“In the hotel.”
Y/N told me the room number and I rushed up, not even bothering to put on shoes. She was waiting at the door for me. I was going to kill Dolph for making her look like this. The door clicked shut behind me as I stepped in and hugged her close. Her arms tightened around my waist as her body shuddered.
“What have I done?” She let me guide her to the bed. Her phone lit up with a message. She unlocked it so I could read them. “His spelling is getting worse. He’s getting so drunk.”
The messages were getting worse, though they were terrible to begin with. My brow creased. All those hateful things he had sent her. All the names. Just because she broke up with him. She broke up with him? My mind raced. No. She needed comfort. Not my emotional baggage about her.
“He’s with friends. They’ll make sure he gets home safe.” I tossed the phone into her suitcase so she couldn’t hear it buzz or see the notification light. “Was he going to room with you?” If he was, we needed to leave. She shook her head. “Okay. You’re going to be okay.”
My world stopped when she leaned up to kiss me.
***
Reader POV
Fear twisted in your stomach. He looked so shocked. Had you overstepped? Misread something? He’d come so quick; he wouldn’t do that without some measure of something. Right?
“Y/N-“
“I’m sorry.” You scooted away from him. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean… you’ve always rescued… such a bother… I’m sorry.” At the far end of the bed, you hugged yourself and tried to become as small as you felt. His hand tilting up your face made your body tense. So you shut your eyes.
Jack puffed with amusement. “I liked that.” When your eyes snapped open, he had a small smile. “You’ve never been a bother. I’ve never wanted to step up because there were times you were genuinely happy with him. If you were happy, I couldn’t get in the way of that. And when you weren’t…” he ducked his head, “I kept my distance.”
You took a deep breath and guided his hand to cup your face. “You don’t have to keep your distance anymore.”
“You’re hurt. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“Then just hold me.” He opened his arms so you could curl into his chest. “Hold me until I forget about him.” You held on as he moved further back on the bed so you could sit in his lap. The even rise and fall of his chest synched with your slowing heartbeat. With a contended hum your eyes closed as he rubbed your back.
***
I finally had her in my arms. With the possibility of her becoming mine. Mine to love and to cherish. To defend. To hold, just like this. I took a deep breath, relishing the moment.
It was impossible to stifle the moan when her hand curled around a portion of my shirt. She giggled against my chest. “You okay?”
“Mhmm.”
“You sure?”
I will never know if it was a mistake or the best decision of my life to take a peek of her face. Her eyes were focused on mine. She was pressed into me as close as she could with our clothes still on. Then her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip. I swallowed and nodded. Y/N leaned into my touch as I ran my thumb over her cheek. My jaw clenched as she ran her finger up my chest. “Are you sure?”
“Very.”
“Protection, me or you?”
“Pill.”
I leaned my forehead against hers. “Last chance. Are you absolutely-“ She swallowed my question with her lips. Her sweet lips. Smugly I thought about Dolph at whatever bar. With friends but alone. Missing out on the best part of his life that had just slipped through his fingers. I kissed her back, doing my best to show her how much she was going to be loved from now on. She whimpered into my lips as my hands began to roam her body. Everything fit perfectly into my grasp.
“Jack-“ she moaned.
“I’ve got you, Y/N. I’ve got you.”
With a nudge, I laid her back onto the bed. Under her clothes she was even more stunning than I could imagine. Her hand reaching to find me brought me out of my shock. I kissed as much of it as I could. From the part of her neck that made her gasp, to the tips of her breasts that made her restless, down her stomach, to the juncture of her thighs and everything in between.
“Beautiful,” I murmured into her skin. “Perfectly wonderful.”
Her thighs tensed on either side of my head as I nosed across them. She smelled wonderful. Like it was going to be the best meal of my day. I hummed in delight after one taste test. Definitely the best meal of my day. Her hands curled in my hair, guiding me forward where she needed. When her whines were high and needy, I curled my fingers into her channel. Curling them, I watched her writhe. I found the spot that made her cry out, toying with it until she didn’t have anything left to scream. Her eyes could barely stay open, and I was nowhere near done. Keeping my fingers still, I once again explored her body with my lips. Each time her walls clamped down on me, I learned a new place to revisit.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, darlin’.”
She quivered with a softer release as I visited each place while pumping my fingers. When I crawled up her body, her cheeks were wet. “No, no. Talk to me. What am I doing wrong?”
“Nothing.” She cupped my face with a smile. “Absolutely nothing. You’re taking so much time.”
“Of course. I’m not going to rush a second of this.” She moaned into my kiss. “Don’t rush this, baby. We’ve got all night. Every night. For as long as you’ll have me.”
***
All night. He was going to love you all night. Every night. It was such a strong promise you almost doubted it could be true. But then he was there. Dropping his clothes. Locking himself between your legs and easing into you with such a slow stretch that you were pleading by the time he was fully sheathed. You couldn’t hear what he was mumbling to himself under his breath, but he sounded distressed in the best of ways.
“Jack, move. Please. Move.”
He pulled out and hesitated. You gave a short cry as he thrust hard and deep. Slow and steady. You floundered to hold onto the sheets onto him onto anything. When you caught hold of his hip he rolled you up so your grip was better. And so his head could rest on your shoulder.
The angle shift reached even further depths. Then his mouth was at your pulse point, sucking gently. Yet focused enough to take your breath away. Your mind couldn’t process how that was possible. It had too much to focus on with the way your body shook with his movements, how your nails raking down his back made him growl, and how your toes were about to cramp.
“I’m right there, Jack. Don’t stop. Please.”
“Cum, Y/N.”
You gave a hoarse shout as he quickened his pace just enough to send you over. His mangled grunt was followed by him nearly falling on top of you. You shuddered as he pulled out. He fell to the side of you and reached for your hand, rubbing his thumb back and forth across your knuckles.
“Are you okay?”
All you could do was hum affirmatively.
After a few minutes you felt him leave the bed, and then the warm towel he used to clean you up. The slow, soft kiss he gave you was the last thing you felt before falling asleep.
***
She saw him before I did. But once I had Dolph in my sights, I stepped in front of her and readied my fist.
“Well, that didn’t take long. Were you cheating on me, you b-“
I didn’t let him finish. He scrambled up from the floor ready to fight but thought better of it. “If you want to do this, we can ask for a match. Is that what you want?” I cocked my head with a smirk.
Dolph tried to look at Y/N, but she was hidden behind me. “No. Have fun with her. If you can.”
Y/N had to step in front of me before I could go after him again. “I will. And I’m going to treat her right. The way you never could.” She stayed there until he was gone, trailing her fingers up and down my chest. I barely heard her.
“Do you really mean that?”
I took her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist. “Yes. You will never be hurt like that again.” She stunned me with a quick peck on my cheek, but I didn’t let her go. “Hey, hey.” I pulled her close again for something longer. “Don’t rush it, baby. Don’t rush it.”
The reader gets a slight injury in a match. Roman takes his time making sure the reader is safe but very satisfied.
Pairing: Dom-ish!Roman Reigns x Wrestler!Wife!Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, SMUT, dirty talk, slight bondage, begging, Roman being a teasing little shit, multiple orgasms
Word Count: 2230
Note: This came out way dirtier than I was anticipating. Thus, why it took over three months to write. Have fun babes; reactions greatly appreciated. Tag lists and requests open, as always. Enjoy!
It was a test match. The McMahons wanted to see if the universe would like more coed matches, and you and Roman were the test. They’d given you both a heads up, so you’d added weight training to your routine on top of sparing with Sheamus. So far it was doing you good. Your usual speed was keeping Roman on his toes, and it looked like you were wearing him down.
That was not the case.
Roman was a better actor than people gave him credit for. One second you were steady on your feet about to jump, the next you were flying through the air. You landed hard on your back, though you were able to sweep Roman’s feet out from under him. Holding his ankles in a lock, pain blossomed in your spine.
“I need you to spear me,” you whispered.
“What?”
“I need you to spear me. Got something to pop back into place.”
Roman squinted at you but eventually made it to his feet. He positioned himself in the opposite corner, waiting for you to get into position. He roared. You staggered towards him, turning at the last second. Right before the count of three you contorted out of the pin and felt your spine crack back into alignment.
“Thanks,” you mumbled.
The match went on. You were also taking the chance to tease Roman in the ring. At one point you nose-booped him and rolled out of the ring. He looked at you with an expression between ‘you’re going to pay for that’ and ‘just wait until I get you in my bed.’ Either way, your skin buzzed with the possibilities.
You lost in the end, but Roman tugged you to your feet for a handshake. “You’re gonna get checked out, right?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a chiropractor appointment tomorrow already.”
Backstage, Renee was waiting for you. “Y/N, you lost your match with Roman Reigns, but you don’t seem too upset.”
“No. That was a hell of a match if I say so myself. I’d do that again.”
“You don’t feel any apprehension?”
“Apprehension? No. I’m totally going to be sore in the morning, but it’s worth it.” You thanked her and left to change out. You met with a few other people before heading to the garage.
Roman met you at the car. He took your bags and opened your door. A few minutes down the road he brought up the inevitable. “How’s your back?”
“It’s fine. I talked to a trainer and he’s going to give the chiropractor some other places to touch on. Then I’m going to see a muscle stretcher a few times over the next month to make sure my muscles don’t pull my newly popped bones out of place. Nothing to worry about.”
He whistled. “You can’t scare me like that, baby girl.”
You bit your lip. Reaching out, you ran your hand down his thigh. Roman smiled, but he moved your hand to your lap and changed the subject. As far as you could see, that was the only touching you were going to get. He was always gentle with you, no matter how small the injury was. Even if you didn’t count this as an injury.
When you came out of the bathroom at the hotel, Roman was shirtless in his briefs and sitting against the headboard. He motioned you over. You tried to straddle his hips, but he turned you around to sit between his legs with your back against his chest. That’s when you saw the mirror. It was on the far wall, as wide as the bed, and inspiring.
“Here’s how it’s gonna go,” he rumbled. “You are not going to move. You are not going to touch. And you are going to cum when I say. Which is anytime. Got it?” He watched you nod in the glass. “Let’s try that again, ‘cause I am going to hear you one way or another.” He kissed your temple as you squeaked out something like a yes. “Good.”
Your breathing started to come out in short bursts as Roman slid his large hands up your sides and removed your shirt. They covered your upper chest almost entirely. He breathed deeply and kissed the juncture of your neck, guiding you to relax into him. His hands were warm, even compared to your flushed skin. He kneaded your breasts while sucking a light mark into your neck. You gave a soft whimper when he thumbed your nipples to attention.
Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t move.
Your nails raked long thin welts into the tops of his thighs. More than anything your body wanted to buck and grind against the sheets for some relief.
“You doing okay, baby girl?”
“Yes,” you breathed.
“Good.” Roman kissed the back of your neck and directed your attention to the mirror. “Look at you. Already strung out and I’ve barely gotten started.” One of his hands dipped lower on your stomach, stopping just above your sleeping shorts. “I bet if I were to check, you’d be dripping already.”
With a whine, you nodded. Your hands twitched and moved from his thighs to yours.
“No touching.” He nipped at your ear and moved your hands back to their original place. “If you can’t behave, I’ve got ways to make you.” His chuckle rumbled against your back. Then his hands were on your chest again, pinching and playing you higher and higher. In the mirror, his eyes latched onto yours. In the shadow you cast over his face, you could just make out a smirk. “You’re doing so good,” he hummed. “Staying still like a good girl. Though I can feel how much you want to move. To close those pretty legs or touch what I’m in control of. You know what would happen if you did any of those things?”
You moaned as his hands slid down your body and came to rest on the inside of your thighs. Oh no, he wouldn’t be so cruel. Right?
“Then this,” he ran a finger up the outside of your shorts, “wouldn’t get touched at all tonight. And you would have to be content to cum just because I’m playing with these perfect tits.” His hands were suddenly back on your breasts, pinching the nipples harder than before. Your legs shivered closed but Roman hooked your ankles under his and dragged them back open. “That’s two, Y/N.”
“Roman, please.” Your head lolled back to lay against his shoulder. You closed your eyes as he ghosted across your sensitive skin. Without thinking, you placed your hands on his and tried to guide them lower.
“That’s three.”
Fuck.
Roman leaned towards the side table and came back with one of your scarves. He held your wrists in front of you, tying them together. When they were secure, he pulled your arms back until your wrists were behind his neck. He caught your gaze in the mirror again, rubbing his scruff against your cheek.
“We’re going to try this one more time. Don’t move. But… you can beg all you like, baby girl.”
He started over. Teasing you with barely-there touches, then with rough squeezes that made you gasp. But you didn’t move. He hummed at your sounds, rewarding you with more of whatever you needed except where you needed it the most. You bit your lip and focused on not letting your back arch. Roman teased one hand further down your stomach.
“Please,” you whispered. “Please let me cum.”
“Nobody’s stopping you.” Roman smirked at your desperate face. “What can I do to help you, Y/N?”
“Touch me.”
“But I am.” To emphasize this, he gave your breast a tight squeeze and gave your shoulder and open-mouthed kiss. “Or did you mean down here?” The hand on your stomach dipped lower to cup your sex, making you jolt. “I thought we talked about this?”
Your mind raced. If you bucked down towards his hand he would make sure you went to bed needy. So your body settled with vibrating with desire. You would have to convince him. “But you love watching me when I cum. You set up the mirror and everything.” You whimpered as he rolled your peaks between his fingers. “I’m so close. Please, Roman. Make me cum. I’ll be good, just stop teasing. Please.” The flame in your belly intensified. Roman’s hand moved under your shorts and curled a finger into your heat. “Like that. Yes. Please, Roman. Feels so good.” Your mouth fell open, unable to form more words.
Roman watched you in the mirror as your eyes fluttered and your body shifted between rigid and limp. “Cum for me. That’s it.” He curled and uncurled, giving you just enough simulation to build with the continuous movements on your breasts to send you over. Your fingers curled into his hair and tugged. He grunted and nipped at your skin in return. “That’s my baby girl. Look at you. Breathless and relaxed. Makes me wonder if you could handle that second round I had planned.”
“Yes,” you pleaded. “I can handle it. Please, Roman?”
“Okay, okay. Just a minute.” Roman unhooked your arms from his neck and released you from the scarf. He massaged your shoulders, rubbing back in feeling you hadn’t realized you had lost. Then he maneuvered out from behind you. He guided you to lay sideways across the end of the bed.
“Wha-“
“Just a second.” He hooked his fingers under the bands of your shorts and bottoms and pulled them down your legs. Then he kneeled and breathed warm air on your soaked folds. You let out a long, low moan as he flattened his tongue against you. One hand he spread across your stomach, making sure you still wouldn’t move. The other he hooked under your ass and lifting you up closer to his face. His slurps and hums were desperate. Like he had been starving for you.
“So good, Ro. Don’t stop.”
Your hands gripped the sheets. You were almost afraid you’d rip them… but there were a lot more important things on your mind at the moment. Like how Roman had shifted his grip on you so his thumb could circle over your clit. Without warning, he sucked hard on your clit.
Don’t arch. Don’t touch. Don’t move.
You couldn’t help but weave your fingers into his hair. Roman didn’t reprimand you. He was too busy shifting again to curl two fingers into you. The need for release built up quickly. His scruff made your inner thighs burn. Your thighs quaked and your breath hesitated in your throat.
“Roman…”
“Cum, Y/N. Come on, baby girl.”
Your toes curled, and your thighs clamped around Roman’s head. His name burst from your lips in a screech. You did your best to catch your breath as he rubbed your thighs until you could relax back into the sheet. He stood but you grabbed at him.
“What about you?” you said with a pout.
“I’ll be fine.”
You reached up and rubbed your hand over his hard length showing prominently through his briefs. “No, you won’t. I can handle it.” You gave him your best puppy eyes. “Please?”
Roman chuckled. “Okay. Roll over, baby girl. It isn’t going to take much.” He helped you onto your stomach and ran his hands up either side of your spine. You watched his movements in the mirror. It made your heart swell to see how gentle was with you. His hands spread your ass cheeks wide. You clenched as his finger trailed up your slick. “Gonna make you scream. You ready?”
“Mhmm.”
“Try again.”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Slowly and torturously he teased his head at your slit and worked in inch by eye-crossing inch. You sighed as his warm hand pressed lightly across the small of your back. The other curled under your stomach and lifted you up to your knees. You clenched around him, letting him know when you were adjusted. In the mirror, you saw his eyes close and his head tilt back. You could hear how strained his voice was as he moaned above you. Slow. Targeting. Each thrust had a purpose and each made you yelp. And cry out. And yes, scream. And you could tell he was holding back.
“Tell me you’re close, baby.”
“Yes. Cum, Roman. Ro-“ Words failed you as Roman reached once again for your clit. You came with a hoarse cry, collapsing forward.
Roman pulled out and covered your back with his cum. His muscles flexed all over his body, shiny in the reflection with a thin sheen of sweat. He braced on the bed on either side of your hips to catch his breath.
You blinked in and out of exhaustion. He left and came back with a damp towel and cleaned you off. You sighed as he gave you a little massage. The world shifted as he picked you up to move you back to the pillows. He crawled in behind you and pulled the sheets over you. His arm rested on your hip, rubbing his thumb across your skin.
“When you get back from the doc tomorrow, we’re going to check how well they did. Make sure those muscles are really worked out.”
You looked towards the mirror. Even the reflection couldn’t do justice to how excited you were.
Note: Wrote this at midnight. Sleep deprivation is my writing drunk. But no editing; we die like men. Still turned out pretty good, if I say so myself. If you’ve got a Jason request, or for anyone else in the DC, let me know. Or I’ve got open tag lists too if you don’t want to miss anything. Enjoy!
In the distance, you could hear sirens, but you had a feeling they weren’t for you. Fifty-fifty chance though. In front of that sound, you could hear the other motorcycle rapidly approaching. Twisting your wrist, you revved again. Your front wheel left the ground for a bit as you surged forward. The sirens got closer, chasing the motorcycle that was pulling up even with you.
Glints from the street lamps curved over his red helmet. Although you couldn’t see his face, you could feel the smirk he gave you as he surpassed your bike and ran a red light. It made your heart stutter to see his bike weave between cars. And then stutter again as you did it yourself.
Jason was waiting for you at the finish line with his helmet on his knee. “And the victor is-“
“Me,” you interrupted. “I didn’t catch the eye of the cops. You should know better than to go through Blue Alley.”
He shrugged. “It’s the most direct path. And I know you never take that route, even if it is shorter.” He looked over your shoulder as the police cars finally began to catch up.
“We’re still on the opposite side of town from home. First one there gets movie dibs.” You bit your lip and knew he would up the stakes.
“First one home gets to top.”
You were a block away before he got his helmet back on. This time you did go through Blue Alley, the trap avenue where police cars would sit and wait for ticket victims. But you were smart. You drove between trucks so you were invisible from the radar guns. Once the ‘danger’ was passed, you left everything in the dust. Even then, you could hear Jason coming up. He was in your rear-view mirror soon. Then beside you.
He lost momentum as he had to swerve to avoid a car shifting lanes. You made it into the complex garage for your apartment with a whoop. It would have been deliciously smug, but you didn’t stay to wait for him with your helmet on your knee. Instead, you stole the only lift and waved at him as the doors closed.
By the time he caught up, you were naked and perched on the edge of the bed.
Jason shed his leather jacket. “What happened to watching a movie?”
“Oh, no. You said whoever won got to top. And I won.” You curled a finger to draw him to you, but he leaned back on the door and crossed his arms.
“We didn’t shake on that. Yeah, you won, so you get to use your idea.” His eyebrow arched and his tongue darted out to wet his lip. With the way his gaze was already journeying across your body, you had already won.
You stood up and slowly walked to him. “Victor should get to choose. I won. And I like your idea.” You slid your hands up his biceps, over his shoulders, then into the hair on the back of his head. “Please. You know I’ll make you feel good, baby.” His body eased out of tension. You pressed closer to him. “And we’ve had a great night of taking out bad guys. Then a good race in the early morning.” You bit your lip and tilted your head to look up at him better.
With a dramatic groan he let you pull him away from the door. Once his shirt was gone, you kissed across his pecs and up his neck. That made him impatient. His fingers fumbled with his belt until he was almost bare before you. Jason leaned to kiss you, chasing your lips as you backed away. He growled as you spun and tipped him onto his stomach, giggling as he bounced. He growled again as you snapped the waistband of his shorts. Before he could complain further, you straddled his ass and ran your hands up either side of his spine.
His body always had a chill. You knew why that would never fully go away, but that was never going to stop you from trying.
He let out a sigh as you began to massage his back. The closer you got to his neck, where he was always the most tense, the more sounds he made. Your hips circled as his moans and whimpers made you heat up. You leaned down and kissed up his spine. You knew where he needed you. Knuckles and open palm presses and rubbing in all the right places. And those sounds. By the time you had worked out the knots in his muscles, you were sure you were dripping.
You giggled and snapped his waistband again, inspiring him to roll over so you could help him out of them. His cock sprang free, also warmed up from your massage. It made your mouth water. A detail Jason didn’t miss.
“Come here.” He gripped at your thigh and tried to direct you to sit on his face. “You wanted to be on top. So get up here. Don’t worry, it’ll still be there. Once you’ve cum once or twice.” His face lit up as you mewled. Your view of his proud visage was obscured once you moved into position. His arms trapped your thighs on either side of his head. “To the victor, the spoils.”
He must have been talking about the first race because he set to eating you out like you were the prize. Not that you would complain… if you could. His sharp-witted tongue explored your heat like it was the first time. When your body reacted in one way or another, he would keep playing there. If you sighed or gasped, he would lap or suck harder. His name became a mantra. Encouraged, he dug his nails into your thighs and nipped at your clit. Your eyes crossed and your body shuddered. Jason eagerly drank you. His enthusiasm sent you into another spiral. One that made your jaw slack and your breath a desperate plea.
“That’s my, Y/N,” he hummed. His cool hands felt good against your burning skin. “You done being on top?”
“Uh-uh,” you mumbled weakly. You wriggled down his body until you were perched on his stomach. “Not done with you yet.” Back to back orgasms had scrambled your brain. The harder to tried to come up with something witty, the more you just wanted to bounce on his cock. So, instead you settled for spreading your juices over his cock by rocking back and forth. You grinned in triumph as Jason tossed his head back. Leaning up, you guided his cock into your heat, slowly working down until you could feel every inch of him. His abs danced under your fingertips while you adjusted.
“Feel so good, Y/N,” he breathed. “So perfect.”
You repaid his praise with circling your hips. In unison, you groaned. Jason’s hands slid up your thighs to your waist. Squeezing. Begging. You raised up and eased down. His eyes closed as his hands gripped you. It was your power, so you were going to use it as you pleased. You raised again, this time slamming home. The glide of him was perfect, so you chased that sensation over and over again. Faster and faster. Angling until he was hitting you just right and calling out your name.
He began to meet your thrusts. His hands tightened on your waist. Across his body, his muscles tensed and pulsed as raced towards release.
You pleaded with him to hurry; you weren’t going to last much longer either.
Up and up, tighter and tighter, your pleasure built until you couldn’t breath and finally broke apart. Jason let out a strangled cry. You shivered and fell forward. He caught you on his chest, rolling you to his side. He kissed across your face softly, pumping and easing you down. You finally settled into a smile and kissed him back.
“Maybe I should let you win races in the future.”
You playfully slapped his chest. “Don’t you dare.”
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“But it’s only the last day of summer for the Northern Hemisphere. What about the other half of the world, Mana?” you ask.
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Prompt: “I would like to ask for a request, where the reader is plus size and insecure, so Sami Zayn, who she has a crush on for very long, shows her how beautiful he thinks she is 😊 smuuut please 😍😍”
Pairing: Sami Zayn x PlusSize!Reader (Y/N)
Warnings/Promises: food, discussion of dieting, SMUT, oral (female receiving), implied further smut
Word Count: 1360
Note: Thank you so much for this request, anon. It actually helped me think through some things, and I hope it can maybe help you guys too. My Sami tag list only has five people on it, so there is plenty room for more; or there’s room on the WWE list too if you want to read about everyone. Same for all my lists. If you’ve got your own idea, send it in; my requests are open. Enjoy!
“So I understand the increase in protein-“
“More muscle,” you said stabbing another cube of chicken.
“But cutting out your fruit?” Nia scrunched up her face. “And no grains? Not even the good ones?”
“Right. No carbs. And if I’m going to effectively cut out sugar, that means not even the natural stuff. So no fruit.”
Nia shook her head. “This seems like an unnecessary amount of effort for something you don’t need. You’re not fat, honey. You’re a powerhouse.” She nudged your shoulder, “a thicc one.”
“I don’t feel thick, though.” You dropped your fork and your voice. “I feel like a balloon. I feel fat.”
“Hey,” she said softly, “we are both products of our heritage.” You heard the hurt in her voice and sighed.
“How did you accept it? Just… how did you do it?”
“I had help.” Nia looked around the room. “Half of the battle is having a support system. I had family, you and other friends. You all knew when I needed small compliments here and there. What works is an army louder than the haters.” She waved at somebody behind you. “Sami! Come tell Y/N how beautiful she is.”
“No,” you hissed. You put on an apologetic smile. “Sami, you don’t have to do that.”
The glow in his cheeks was suddenly brighter than his hair. “What if I want to?” He smiled as you blushed too. Nia’s dimples made an appearance as she watched you two, knowing how long you’d had a crush on him. She gave you a nod, then left for her warm-up.
“Nia was just teasing. You don’t have to-“
“But you are beautiful.” Sami blushed again. “I overheard a little of what you guys were talking about, and while I agree with Nia, I would like to volunteer as a member of your support team. If that’s okay?”
This could either be disastrous or the best idea in the world.
“I’d like that. Thank you.”
Over the next several weeks, Sami joined your diet when he could. He directed you to different work-outs that you’d never thought to use before. And if he couldn’t be around, he always found a replacement who could encourage you almost as much as he did. You felt better. Brighter and more energetic. And you definitely smiled more when he was around. The more time you spent with Sami, the more you noticed the little ticks that had evaded your casual crush observations. Sparing with him gave you butterflies, though he never commented on how you would tumble over your words when you pinned him.
But the weight didn’t go away.
Soon you had reached a month and your weight hadn’t changed. You only measured once a week to keep from going crazy, but even that wore on you. And Sami noticed. It all came to a head when you broke down in your hotel room one night.
“What is wrong with me?”
Sami sat next to you on the bed and draped his arm over your shoulders. “Nothing is wrong with you.”
“Then how do you explain this?” You grave your stomach a slap. “I know results weren’t going to be immediate, but there should have been something lost at least.”
“Hey, hey,” Sami slid to his knees so you couldn’t avoid looking at him by staring at the ground. “There has been change. You’re stronger. You can throw me across the ring, and you couldn’t do that earlier. And, thin does not mean fit. Look at this.” He blustered around, patting his pockets until he found his phone. “Look at this. Athletes in a bunch of different sports, all with different body types. Weightlifting to gymnastics. And here,” he flipped a few pictures over, “all the same weight, just spread differently. All beautiful. And-“
“Sami.”
“Wait a second, I think I have another one.” He didn’t stop looking until he heard you giggle. Looking up he saw you smiling but crying. He dropped his phone and wiped away your tears. “Y/N-“
“Thank you.” You sniffed and leaned forward to press your forehead on his. It surprised you when Sami tilted his head so he could kiss you. What surprised you, even more, was how you leaned forward for more.
Sami pushed back against your lips until you were laying on the sheets and he was hovering over you. He broke away panting. “Y/N,” he whispered. His Adam’s apple bobbed, and he tried again. “You don’t need me to feel beautiful or confident, but I want to show you what the world actually sees when it looks at you. When I look at you.” He dipped his head for a second before meeting your eyes again. “May I?”
All you could do was nod.
Gingerly, he reached under your shirt and trailed his fingers across your skin. Your breath hitched as goosebumps covered your body. You leaned up so he could remove your shirt. His mouth descended to the tops of your breasts. He kissed them softly. Then hummed. His hands moved back down your body, smoothing across your folds and muscles. His lips ghosted up your throat to your pulse point. His fingertips glided over the top of your sweats. With a glance of askance and your permission, he dipped his fingers beneath the band and started to push them down. You angled your hips up so they could join your shirt on the floor. Sami removed your underwear set next, leaving you bare to the cold and his gaze.
Sami grabbed your hands before you could cover up.
“Beautiful,” he said, whispering like he was in a library, hoarse and sharing a desperate secret. “And I could scream it to heaven. Then back and to heaven again.”
He kissed you on your forehead. Your nose. Your lips. Your chin. Your throat. Between your breasts. Several down and across your stomach. Above your belly button. Below your belly button. Just above your sex. On each hip. Down one thigh, then on the inside and to the other.
You were gasping. Each kiss was like a shock of electricity. Your body gave a jolt the closer he came to your sex. When he finally spread your legs open so he could see you, it was impossible to breathe. When he flattened his tongue on your lips, you released the last bit of oxygen in a frantic puff. His arms wrapped around your legs, guiding you to squeeze your thighs around his head. Something you would have never dreamed of doing. But it spurred him on to bring you the best of the delights you had ever experienced.
His fingers joined in and started to spread your leaking slick up to your clit. He hummed in delight as your walls clamped around them. Your hips bucked as far as they could with his death-grip on your thighs. Sami’s eyes peeked over your stomach up to your face. You were biting your lip. He chuckled into your thigh, scraping his scruff across your sensitive skin.
“You don’t have to be quiet, Y/N. Unless you want to. This is about you.” He sucked on your clit, making you cry out. “All about how my stunning, wonderful, gorgeous woman is perfect just the way she is.” You whined as he curled his fingers. “So perfect. So beautiful.” He moved faster, pumping and curling and lapping at you like it was going to be the last thing he ever did, humming with glee. You were blinded by light behind your eyes and came moaning his name.
Sami kissed the insides of your thighs one more time, then leaned over you with his hands beside your hips.
“Do you believe me now?”
“Uh-huh.”
He smirked. “Come again?”
You laughed and squeezed his wrist. “Yes.” You closed your eyes and focused on getting your breathing back to normal.
“Are you sure? You seem a little… uncertain.” He tilted his head and licked his fingers clean.
“You know,” you said breathing deep and readying for another round, “a few things are a bit… hazy. Could you clarify a few things?”
“Of course, Y/N. With everything between me and heaven.”
Note: I have to admit I’ve never tried this, but after all the fics I read to write this I might have to. Please be safe and only do knife play with someone you absolutely trust. And unless you have magic, be sure to have a clean-up plan included in your aftercare. If you want to be included on any of my tag lists, just let me know. And my requests are always open. Enjoy!
“Ouch.” You sucked on your finger and glared at the offending page that had attacked you. It was a beautiful illuminated text, but apparently dangerous to read. You reached out for another bandage.
A cool hand wrapped around your wrist. It pulled your injury up to equally cool lips that placed a chaste kiss upon it.
“Are we enjoying our reading, love?” Loki sucked on your finger like you had and bandaged it for you.
“Hmm,” you nodded. “It’s interesting and valuable to my work. But I wasn’t expecting a battle.” Loki stood behind you and rubbed across your shoulders and around your neck. You leaned back into his touch. It was blissful, but you pushed him away with a sigh. “I am almost finished, darling.”
Loki chuckled in disbelief. “If you do not come to our chambers soon, I will be forced to come to carry you off. Either rescue yourself in time, or I will steal you away.” He pushed your hair to one side and kissed the juncture of your neck, warm and slow. “Do not keep me waiting.”
You did not. Final notes and tomorrow’s work laid out, you left the library and stopped just outside the bedchamber doors.
“Come in, Love.”
With a smile, you pushed open the doors. You paused, confused when you could not find Loki. The doors closed. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Something sharp ran up your arm, then across your shoulder blades. It sliced through the back of your gown, which dropped to the floor with a whisper.
“Just say the word, Darling, and we can do something else.” Loki pressed into your back, trapping his length between you. He pulled his knife up your thigh, waiting for your answer. You replied by guiding him to run the knife up through the valley of your breasts. He growled and turned you around to take your breath away. He guided you back until your legs bumped into the edge of the bed. He released your mouth and stared at your bruised lips. After nosing across your cheekbones, he gave you a gentle push so you fell back onto the bed.
“And what inspired this?” you asked.
“You had been cut so many times today already, I thought we could try making some more pleasurable ones.” Loki stepped to one side and ran the blade up the inside of your thigh. “They won’t stay.” He brought the blade to his own skin. It gave off a faint green hue from tip to pommel, proving its Seidr origin. He gave the blade enough pressure to break through his skin. It bled a few drops, then disappeared in a shimmer of green.
“I am in your hands.”
Loki licked his lips.
You let out a shuddered gasp as he twirled the point around your breasts. Over and under and up to go around your nipples. When he flattened the cold blade against them, they hardened. You fought against pressing your thighs together, though you failed to hide the roll of your hips. Loki moved to sit by your hip so he could lean over you.
“Do you like that pet?” Before you could reply, he brought the blade next to your face. You had to remain still. Loki smiled at your lack of action. He dragged the flat of it across your bottom lip. The sharp edges caught the light and made you shiver as he pulled it across your cheek until his thumb was on your chin. Dutifully, you opened your mouth, gently sucking on his thumb when it was offered. Loki’s length twitched in his lap, but he was being very patient.
Every nerve was on high alert. But your body could not tell the difference between the danger and your arousal. They danced like one and the same, making your blood burn cold.
Loki continued to play, searching for the places where you reacted the most. By the tilt of his head, you knew he had a plan. It was revealed to you when Loki suddenly shifted to position himself between your legs. He pulled you to the end of the bed so he could kneel comfortably on the mattress, while your legs would be spread wide and your feet barely touching the floor. He braced himself on either side of your hips, keeping the knife out of the way for now. With each tempting thrust, he coated his length in your ready slit. Then he worked into you inch by glorious inch. His eyes rolled back, his mouth fell open, and his chest stuttered with a gentle heaving. When he had recovered, he gave you a sly dark smirk.
“Let’s play a little game, shall we?” He looked at the blade closely, then trailed it up your side where he knew you were ticklish. It gave you the strange sensation of wanting to shy away and lean in to feel more. As he pulled it across your abdomen, your walls contracted around his length and he gave a triumphant chuckle. “Just like that, love.” He lazily twirled the tip around your nipple again, shuddering as your body reacted. “Just like that.”
He knew you. Knew every spot where he could kiss to make you moan. Grasp and bruise you to make you arch into his touch. Where to blow cool air against your skin to make you shiver. He visited those points now with the knife. Shadowing over them until you whined for the touch of metal. Bearing down on them just above breaking your skin. Before long, you had thin red welts similar to the ones he would give you with his fingernails. But these felt different. More aflame.
You could barely see straight. Release was just out of reach. Your skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat; so was Loki’s. He held onto his composure, which left you more room to lose your mind in the pleasure. At one point he had pinned you to the bed, preventing you from moving towards the blade. That hand now pulled you up so he could kiss you. You scratched your nails down his back, leaving your own marks. Loki returned the favor by pulling the knife over your spine. Your body arched into his.
“Please, Loki,” you whispered.
“What do you desire, Y/N? You can come any time you like.” He leaned your head one way so he could suck on the juncture of your neck.
“Cut me.”
“What was that?” he hummed.
You whimpered. “Cut me, Loki,” you begged. “Anywhere.”
He pushed you back onto the sheets and stared at your body. His eyes raked over the work he had already done as if he was looking for a blank space on a painter’s canvas. He found what he was looking for.
You tilted your head back as the knife grazed across your collarbones. It trailed up and circled your neck as if tracing a tight necklace. When it reached the mark Loki had sucked, he gave you one last look of askance. Your voice was broken and strung out.
“Yes.”
He nicked your skin. There was a slight sting that made you grimace, but it made your heart thunder in our chest. Loki watched your eyes close and your hands fist in the sheets. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around your wound, sucking on it.
That was enough.
You screamed. Loki held you close while you shivered through the aftershocks, letting you rock your hips. You finally stilled, panting. When you opened your eyes, Loki was beaming down at you.
“Stunning.”
Still, your skin felt like it was on fire. You rocked your hips up, confused when Loki pressed his hand to your stomach to stop you. “But you haven’t come yet, my king.” You squealed as he flipped you to sit on top of him. He guided your hands to his chest and a wave of green passed like a warm wave over your body, healing your lesions. He relaxed further into the bed. His knife disappeared. Another one showed up between your hands on his chest.
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