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I Am More

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Or: “I Hate Tinder”

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

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

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

Word Count: 1450

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

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

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

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

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

He spoke quietly. “Hey. What happened?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Did he put his hands on you again?”

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

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

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

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

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

“What app?”

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

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

“A month. Maybe two.”

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

“Wait, what?”

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

There was a silent pause.

“But… you would date me?”

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

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

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

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

“You’ve already got it.”

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

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

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

Fear twisted in your gut.

“Sheamus… I’m not… I can’t-“

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

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

“So… how long has this been a thing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Your Champion

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

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

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

Word Count: 1820

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

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

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

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

How could you tell her you already have one?

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

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

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

“Dolph.”

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

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

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

“Oh. He knows.”

***

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

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

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

“Stupid Rollins.”

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

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

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

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

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

He swallowed. “Baby. Please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, dear?”

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

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

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

“Very true.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dolph nodded. “Love watching you fall apart.”

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

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

“Dolph Ziggler… are you blushing?”

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

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

“That could take all night,” he smirked.

“Then you better get started.”

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What Do You Need?

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

Pairing: Elias x Reader (Y/N)

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

Word Count: 1810

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Fourth or Fifth of July

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

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

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

Word Count: 1160

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he gave it to you.

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

“Noam,” you moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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We’ve Missed You

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

Pairing: Noam Dar x Reader (Y/N)

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

Word Count: 1225

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

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

Keys jingled outside the door.

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

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

Running to him won out.

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

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

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

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

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

One track mind.

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

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

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

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

“It came out positive.”

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

“Are you… are you pregnant?”

You nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you sated?”

“Never.”

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

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

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

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

“Noam-“

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

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

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

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

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What Do You Need?

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

Pairing: Elias x Reader (Y/N)

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

Word Count: 1810

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t have to glare at me like that, Dove. I just wanted to congratulate you on becoming number one contender.”

Dove? Since when did he call you Dove? It wasn’t… terrible. Just unexpected.

“Y/N?” He was looking at you like you hadn’t said anything back. Crap.

“Uh. Thank you. Yeah. Thanks.” Thankfully Charlie had other questions for you and Elias took his cue to leave. You were still confused as hell.

No more.

You couldn’t take any more of this. The weird changes in attention. Him holding your secret. How had he even found out about that? Did he hate you? What had you done to deserve that? But he had a name for you. Dove. If he hated you, he wouldn’t have given you a pet name, right?

“Elias, we need to talk.” Your knees were knocking together, but the guys sitting with him cleared out quick. Things were about to go down and they didn’t want to be in the crossfire.

“Oh?” He looked terrified. The placidity of several encounters ago had cracked.

“What the hell is wrong with you? First, you won’t shut up, then you shut me out. Crash into me. Threaten to reveal how I’m changing my gimmick-“

“You’re doing what?”

“I’m… I’m changing my gimmick. You- you said you knew my secret. I haven’t worked all the kinks out yet so I haven’t told anyone. How did you find out?”

He fell back in his chair. “I didn’t. I… it said to act vague.”

What? Was? He? Talking? About? “What said to act vague?” When he stuttered around, you sighed. “Elias, sweetie. I love you, but you’re not making any sense.”

“Wait. Do you-“

“Yes. I love you, you big jerk. If I was coming on too strong, I’m sorry. But you didn’t have to do all this. Whatever the hell ‘all this’ was. Why are you laughing? Elias!”

He wasn’t making any sound. But his shoulders were shaking. Every once and a while he would pause and take a deep breath.

“Dammit, Elias, if you don’t tell me what’s going on- what’s this?” You started to read the scrap of paper he shoved into your hands. “How to tell your crush… that you love them! In ten steps.”

Elias wiped the edges of his eyes and got his breathing under control. “There were supposed to be ten steps. But I spilled some tea on the paper before I could read them. Even then, they were confusing. Dolph was helping…”

“Dolph! Oh, honey…” you started laughing now too, “that was your first mistake. Dolph is the last man on earth you should be getting tips from.” Your legs gave out and you ended up in his lap as laughter wracked your body. Then you froze. “Dove?”

Elias swallowed, suddenly embarrassed. “I call you Dove because… well. Are you aware that you sing when you win a match?” He looked over your head with a smile. “When you won against Alexa… you stood and crowed at the sky. It… it was the most beautiful sound. Pride and accomplishment, and… just pure. Joy.”

Damn this man.

“You know, if you had started with that, you could have skipped all of this.” He was about to agree with you, but you shut him up with a long overdue kiss.

That night when you tumbled into the same hotel bed, you couldn’t keep your hands off one another.

“Y/N-“

“Dove. Please.” You bit your lip and avoided his gaze until he tilted your head up. “I like it.”

If the man could have smiled any wider he would have been the sun. “Okay. Dove. Do you really want to do this? I feel like we’re both… hyped up. I don’t want to move to fast for you. Do you want dates first or-“

“Elias Samson. What do you call all those times when we ate alone in catering? The chats long into the night after a show or during the week from opposite sides of the nation. We’ve had enough of those. If you want me,” you ran your hands up under his shirt over his heated skin, “I’m right here. Wanting you. Ready for you.” He helped you help his shirt over his head. Damn, the man was built. He made the same awed noise as your clothes landed on the floor too.

His lips latched onto the hollow of your throat has his large, warm hands massaged up your spine. You melted into his touch, going limp in his arms. His buckle was a hassle in your haste. Elias leaned back so he could wriggle out of his jeans. You stood and dropped the rest of your clothes before straddling his hips again and devouring his lips. He fell back to lay on the sheets and held you on his chest as he moved further up the bed. You could feel his length as it bobbed into your stomach. It made you grip his biceps tighter and pant harder. His fingers dipped to your sex and you whined.

“Mhhm,” he hummed, breaking away for a breath. “Already so wet? When did that happen?”

You chuckled and nipped at his collarbone. “The first time I saw you. Give or take a song.”

“I’m sorry for being such a jerk.”

“You are forgiven,” you rushed. “Please, Elias-“

Bucking your hips to match, you shivered as Elias’s fingers curled and pumped into you. He tugged on your nipple with his teeth. He was just getting started, and already you were a needy mess. Each time you made a new sound, Elias would keep toying with the cause. By the time he felt he had learned you enough for now, your vision was lidded and your voice was hoarse.

Elias guided you onto his cock. You dug your nails into his chest as he held you down on the base, muttering and cursing. His legs braced up behind you, making you lean forward. The first slow stroke could only be described as beautiful. He filled you so perfectly, sounded so good growling deep in his throat, gripping your thighs with control and guidance. You continued moaning as he sped up. The air filled with the slap of his body against yours. Beneath you, his eyes bored watch every shift in your face.

Then he began to use what he learned earlier. Your walls contracted as he again latched his lips around your breast. His thumb rubbed over the spot on your hip that made your matching thrusts stutter. He pulled you down to lap over the hollow of your throat, distracting you from his hand slowly approaching your clit. You shuddered as he pressed down. His thrusts were faster, harder, now. His thumb didn’t move, just alerted you to its presence.

“What do you need, Dove? No lists, no bad help. You tell me. What do you need, Y/N?”

“You. More. Elias. More.”

He understood. He pushed you to lean slightly back, ensuring his thrusts reached deeper into you. His thumb began to search for the rhythm that made your thighs tremble and unsteady. You cried out his name as he found it. He watched you come, enraptured.

“Stunning.”

You looked down just in time to see his eyes close. His pace stuttered. You picked it up, slamming down as he came with a guttural shout. His release gave you a second mini one. You clawed down his chest, then fell forward.

Heaving together, you both tried to catch your breath. You rose each time he took a breath.

Elias stroked your hair. “So, you love me?”

You smiled against his skin. “Yes.” You whined as he slipped out of you and left the bed. The warm cloth his used to clean you up with was relaxing though. “Why didn’t you just talk to me? I could have told you that so much sooner.”

He crawled back into bed and pulled the covers over you. “I don’t know. I’m an idiot, I guess.”

You curled into his chest with a yawn. “It worked out in the end though. Despite getting lost in translation.”

Elias chuckled, then joined you in sleep.

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Only Yours

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Prompt: “May I request for a smutty imagine/drabble (whatever you like better) with a jealous Cesaro who shows Y/N that he is better than Sheamus? 🙂 I really like your writing, every single piece of it <3” [Thanks hun!]

Paring: Cesaro x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: car SMUT, dirty talk, possessive smut

Word Count: 630

Note: It’s WWE week! I’ve got so many requests so I’m going to try to get them all out this week, though a fe might have to wait until the next Friday. This was fun to write. Thanks, love, for the request! I hope you all enjoy it. Got an idea of your own? Let me know! My requests and tag lists are open. Enjoy!

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It could have been several things. Maybe you laughed at Sheamus’s jokes more than Cesaro’s. You tended to agree more with Sheamus. Your hands lingered either way, but perhaps from one angle, they seemed to prefer Sheamus. Maybe you recognized the wrong steps. No matter what it was, all of the tiny ticks that leaned towards Sheamus had lead you to your current situation.

Cesaro’s eyes were flashing and dark, and the car’s metal was cool against your skin.

“If you have made a different choice, I will leave. No questions asked, no hurt feelings, nothing but resignation. Is he who you want?”

He flinched under your touch as you cupped his face. “But I have already chosen.” You smiled, even though he avoided eye contact. “I have chosen you.”

“Wha- but all the-“

“I laugh at Sheamus’s jokes because if I laughed at every one of yours I would constantly be in stitches. I agree with Sheamus because I love to debate with you; I learn more about you that way. My hands linger because no matter how much I compare your physicality, I love the way my fingers curve over your muscles more. And you two are usually together, so if I say the wrong name for the footsteps I hear, it is because you are nearly inseparable.” You pulled him closer by the collar of his jacket to nuzzle your noses together. “But I can try harder. I can learn your step. Your touch. Your desires. Please.”

Cesaro closed the distance and answered your plea with a kiss. “I desire you.”

His warm hands reached up under your shirt, exposing more of your flushed skin to the cool metal. You shivered. Cesaro chuckled into your neck and pulled you to one side so he could open the door to the back seat. You climbed in as best as you could, squealing when Cesaro slapped your ass. Once he was in and the door was shut, you climbed into his lap. His breath hitched in his throat as you rolled your hips. His body reacted and his hardness grew beneath you.

“That’s it, Liebling, show me you desire me too.” He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist. Needy, but still in control. He helped you out of your shirt and bra then sucked one nipple into his mouth. Humming around it, he kept your hips moving. “Look at you, rocking in my lap. Needing me. My Frau der Begierde.” Cesaro pushed up the back of your skirt and palmed over the globe of your ass.

He stopped your movement only long enough to push his slacks and pants down. You gasped as he ripped your panties from your body. His fingers ran through your slick, making you buck down on his hand.

“Cesaro, please…”

“Oh, I will. I’m going to fuck you so hard, all you can think is my name so you can scream it.”

You gasped out a cry as he thrust into you. He held you down on while you adjusted, and your body quaked. You leaned your forehead to his to steady your breathing, but it never got there. Cesaro stole your oxygen away with a kiss that also muffled your screams of pleasure. He pulled you down by your hips, surely bruising them above your ring gear line. You clawed at his shoulders as your thighs clamped around his hips. You did scream his name, and it made him slam your hips down one more time so he could finish too. His breath stuttered as you desperately rotated your hips to feel the last shocks of pleasure.

“My beautiful liebling,” Cesaro murmured into your skin. He nipped across your neck and shoulder while rubbing your back. “My Y/N.” 

“Yours, Cesaro. Only yours.”

Liebling = Darling

Frau der Begierde = woman of desire

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Plus One

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Prompt: “Hi! I was thinking about requesting something different this time around. How about a fic with the wrestler Buddy Murphy but he has a serious crush on the reader (a new wrestler) who is either oblivious/not interested but he does something that makes the reader start to like him more. Could be any gender reader and probably fluff, also the reader is in the 205 live division.

Pairing: Buddy Murphy x 205Live!Reader, TransMan!Reader

Warnings/Promises: FLUFFY AF, mutual pining and mutual impressed feelings, wrestling violence, mentions of alcohol

Word Count: 1390

Note: My first Buddy Murphy fic! I hope you guys like it, and if you have a second let me know how I did. This was such a fun request, so thank you nonny. If you have one of your own, my requests are open (if you have a lot of detail my messages are open too.) Tag lists for WWE, 205, Buddy Murphey, and everything else I write for is open too. Enjoy!

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“Who’s getting your plus one ticket to Extreme Rules?” Buddy Murphy leaned on a crate. “I can never seem to use mine because everyone I know is already involved.” Tony Nese nodded in agreement. You, on the other hand, sheepishly rubbed at your elbow.

“Ah… nobody. Unless something happens in the next few days. Which is unlikely.” You dropped your voice to talk mostly to yourself. “There hasn’t been anybody since before… my… and it ended badly.” You looked down the hall as the stage manager called for you. “Well, see you guys out there.”

They watched you go. Tony turned to leave but saw Buddy still looking after you.

“Dude, you’ve got it bad.”

“Have what?” His Adam’s apple bobbed under Tony’s scrutiny. “I do not.”

“Right. You might want to tell him before he finds someone for that seat.” Tony left chuckling to himself. Buddy kept looking after you until you turned around a corner.

“Yeah. I should probably say something.

***

Akira Tozawa nearly tackled you upon leaving Gorilla. You’d beaten him, though he didn’t make it easy by any means. He always liked to slap you on the back no matter how your matches ended, just to “get in a few good last hits.”

“I’ll get you next week,” he said with a smile.

You laughed. “You always say that then never do.” You gave his shoulder a shove, unsteadying him.

“Nuh-uh. I got you two weeks ago.” He started to describe each and every move, with a few extras thrown in. You tossed your head back to laugh when he lightly tapped your chest with the back of his hand. “He’s looking at you again.”

“What?” You followed Akira’s nod to see Buddy watching you from the corner of his eyes. The man could not be inconspicuous if he tried. “And?”

“That look is the special look.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled. “Either he wants to challenge me, or he wants to invite me out for beers. Neither of which he has said yet.” You stopped walking before either of you could get to close. “So what? He’s got a chance to take it to Cedric. He’s not going to throw that away to do anything with me.”

Akira shook his head. “Okay,” he sang. “But you’re missin’ out on somethin’. And you know it. You’re both new here, so why don’t you challenge him? Or invite him out for beers? I can be your wingman!” He looked more excited for possible free beer than anything else.

“Hmm. I’ll think about it.” You punched him in the shoulder as he walked away, mumbling something about missed opportunities. “I’ll think about it.”

***

“Hey, Y/N.”

You paused in taping up your wrists. Buddy trotted up, stopping a few feet from you. “Hey. What can I do for you?”

He scratched his palm and let out a tiny puff of air like he had been holding it for a while. “I was wondering if… if you’d like to have a match?” He swallowed hard as your eyebrows shot up. “We’ve both fought everybody else in 205 but haven’t had a chance to personally see what the other’s got. Are… would you be interested?”

You bit your lip and let it slide slowly from between your teeth. “Sure. Why not?” You smirked. “Think you can keep up? Your match last week was intense. I was exhausted just watching.”

“Thanks.” If you didn’t know better, you would have said he blushed. “I’ll tell Maverick. This week or next week?”

“This week. Akira’s got something with Noam. So, I’m open for anything.”

“Great,” he said brightly. “Loser buys the beers?” You chuckled and played with your tape with a nod. He coughed and lowered his voice. “Great. I’ll see you out there, then.” He gave you a curt nod and turned on his heel. You took a deep breath, then finished wrapping your wrists.

***

Buddy slid into the ring under the bottom ropes. It was impressive as hell, you had to admit. The bell rang and you both circled around, looking for an opening.

You stepped first, catching him in a headlock. He shoved you off into the ropes. The spring of them sent you flying into his chest before you found yourself on the canvas. You stared up at him, impressed with what you had run into. Buddy dusted off his pecs with a grin. You were up quick, catching him in another headlock that he escaped as easily as the first. He jumped over your attempt to clothesline him, squaring off.

He attacked next with a few attempted clotheslines of his own. You jumped up using the middle rope to lock your ankles around his neck. He sailed across the ring and landed with a bounce. He rolled out of the ring and looked up at you. His cheek twitched with a grin. You wiggled your fingers at him while leaning on the ropes. It was obvious that you were going to turn and bounce off the far ropes so you could flip and land on him. He could have moved. Instead, Buddy caught you and landed hard on the mat.

He was making you look good.

You were more than willing to return the favor.

As many times as he stepped into a position where you could flip or hit him, you stayed put for that split extra second for him. At one point you were both circling again, like sharks made up of all muscles and harsh, bright smiles. You were going to be incredibly bruised tomorrow, but that didn’t matter.

Buddy fell out of the ring from a kick but rolled right back in. You ran at him, and at the last second twisted for a spinning elbow. He dropped to the mat in front of the corner, which you rapidly climbed. Your frog-splash was successful. While the ref raised your hand in victory, he scooted back to sit on the bottom turnbuckle. Waiting.

The crowd hushed as he came to stand toe to toe with you.

You bowed your head to hide a smile as he held out his hand. You made sure to make the handshake as strong as you could without showing how nervous you were. He left the arena with his arm thrown over your shoulder while the announcers made comments about a dangerous partnership.

***

“Who all is going out for drinks?” you asked the locker room. “Murphy’s buying.” You looked over at him with a smile he mirrored.

“Can’t.” Cedric finished putting on his shirt. “I’ve got media in the morning.”

Buddy tossed Cedric his roll of tape. “Come on. Just one drink.”

“When is it ever just one with you guys?” He nodded at everyone in the room. They all groaned in agreement.

You looked at Akira. He shook his head. “I’m out.”

“What about being my wingman?” you whispered.

He just winked at you. “Goodnight!” The guys replied and sent him on his way. Soon everybody had claimed something else to do, or exhaustion, until it was just going to be you and Buddy. A few minutes later it was just the two of you in the locker room too.

“Welp, it looks like your tab is going to be much cheaper,” you joked. “You lucked out.”

“Yeah.” He fiddled with a towel before dropping it in his bag. “Not to back out of our deal, but would you rather raid both of your hotel mini fridges?” He laughed with you when you pointed out that might be the more expensive choice. “Probably, unless you want to put up with the sticky seats and the deafening music.”

“Hell no, That’s what Spotify is for.” You picked up your stuff and fished out your keys. “When we get to the hotel, I’m emptying out my fridge then I’m showing up at your door. Deal?”

“Deal.” He didn’t move. “Are you sure you don’t want to go out? I don’t want to cost you a chance to find your plus one.”

You smiled and wrapped your arm around his shoulder. “Like you said, the person I want to ask is already involved.”

His face lit up and he accepted your forehead bump. “Now let’s get out of here. I owe you several drinks for that beating you gave me tonight.”

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If My Lady Requests

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Prompt: “I don’t know if requests are open or not [so far, it always is!] but if so, could you possibly do a smutty/fluffy Noam Dar Imagine where the reader returns after the last European tour (the one that basically killed every) so the Reader and him spend the few days they have relaxing and reconnecting and stuff? 💕”

Pairing: Noam Dar x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: fluff, sensual SMUT

Word Count: 1270

Note: This came out super cute. Thanks for the request hun, I enjoyed writing it. I hope you all like it! Please let me know if you have a favorite part or anything you enjoyed. Tag lists and requests are always open. Enjoy!

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Your feet were sore. Your ass was sore. Your eyes were heavy. And your back was numb from the kicks to the back of your seat from the most annoying child you had ever flown with. Not to mention all the aches and pains from the series of matches during the European tour. Minimal sleep, maximum drive. All in a day’s work.

The terminal tunnel ended and the pick-up area came into view. Moments later your face was filled with flowers; so close you couldn’t tell what they were.

“’ello, luv. Welcome back.” Noam lowered the bouquet of your favorite flowers and gave you a chaste peck on the lips. He hummed in surprise as you grabbed his shirt and pulled him in for something deeper. “I ‘ad lunch planned. Your fav’rit place-“

“No, baby, please.” You leaned into him with a sigh. “Take me home.”

He grabbed your bags. “As m’lady requests.”

To the neighbors living below you, it must have sounded like your apartment was being ransacked. Your luggage made it through the door and made it no further. Noam did already have a vase ready for the flowers, but it almost fell off the counter, creating a flurry if footsteps to save from a mess. Then there was the bumping yourself on every possible surface with exhaustion while losing your most of your clothing.

You fell onto the bed and moaned, “home sweet home. I’m never leaving again.” You turned your head and saw Noam leaning against the doorframe, also scantily clad. You pouted and motioned for him to join you. He grinned and grabbed the sheets, struggling to pull them from under you so he could snuggle under them with you pulled into his chest. Curled into his chest, you could have been asleep in a few minutes.

Noam stroked your hair. The gentle movement was enough to keep you on the cusp of sleep, preventing falling into it completely. Something you had noted to him before.

“Baby,” you hummed, “did you want to say something?”

“No.” He kept stroking.

“Are you sure?” You smiled into his chest as his whole body shook with his nodding. “Really.”

“That bump… was it as bad as it looked?”

You knew the one. The ropes had gotten caught around your knees when you went through them weird. The following fall had hurt at the time.

“No. My pride was more wounded than me. I’m fine.”

“Good.”

With a sigh, you snuggled further into his embrace. You giggled as Noam began to stroke your hair again. “Honey-“

“It’s not’ing. Get some rest.” He rolled onto his back and pulled you to half-lay on his chest. One hand wrapped around your hand on his pecs and the other tucked under his head. You were so close to sleep. His even breathing helped you drifter and closer. Then his thumb started stroking over your knuckles.

“Noam?”

“I’m sorry, luv. I’ve missed ya and I jus’ wan-ta feel ya all over.”

“Would this help?” You rolled to your back and pulled your shirt over your head. Noam inhaled sharply and bit his bottom lip. His gaze followed your fingers as you trailed them down your skin to your panties. He caught your hand and looked back up to you. You nodded, making him smirk and crawl down your body. He kissed down your stomach and along the hem of your panties. By the time you helped him get them off, you were wide awake and needy.

Noam rubbed his scruff on your inner thighs. You hissed, having missed the sensation. “Shh,” he cooed, “I’ve gotcha. I’ve gotcha.” His hands kneaded your hips encouraging you to spread your legs further. You obliged and was rewarded with a soft kiss to your mound. He nosed from one thigh to the other. He knew how impatient that would make you. When you were just on the brink of begging, he licked up your slit.

His first taste of the feasting that followed.

You arched towards his mouth and curled your hands in the sheets. You panted and gasped. A sweat broke across your skin, making you shiver with the slight chill in the room. It barely registered that he had changed his position until his fingers had joined his tongue. You couldn’t move because of the arm he used to pin you to the bed. All you could do was writhe as he licked and stroked and sucked. Your thighs clamped around his head while he curled his fingers, searching. With a cry, your vision faded out. You could feel Noam easing you down, nearly having another orgasm when he sucked a bit harshly on your clit.

He kissed your stomach, bringing your attention down to him. His eyes were lust blown, and his face was wet with you. And he was smiling just as brightly as when saw you at the airport.

“So beautiful,” he whispered.

“I could say the same about you.”

He chuckled and worked his way up to lay down beside you. He watched your still heaving chest. You whimpered as he leaned forward and sucked a nipple between his teeth. He reached over and toyed with the other, making you squirm.

“Baby, please,” you whined.

“I hear ya, baby.” He moved to hover above you. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” Noam leaned down and sucked at the juncture of your neck. He stroked his hands up and down your sides, almost as if massaging you. “My gorgeous,” he said with a kiss to your cheek, “beautiful,” kissing under your jaw, “wonderful Y/N.” He finished with a kiss to the tip of your nose. You buried your fingers in his hair and pulled him down for more. He moaned into your mouth and aligned his hips with yours.

You crossed your wrists behind his head and smiled at the first small series of thrusts. No rush. Reuniting, really. You locked your ankles behind him when he bottomed out. He didn’t move until you rolled your hips up to meet him. You controlled the pace, though he took over with the work.

Each thrust made you sing. Each time you scratched your nails down his back, Noam growled. His head fell forward to rest on your shoulder. Each time you called his name he sucked on your neck and praised you. His languid strokes began to go deeper. Harder. He caught your hand before you could reach for your clit. He slowed just long enough to gather some of your slick before using it to further your bliss.

It built, and built, and built. Your eyes closed until he kissed them open. You bit your lip until Noam begged entrance for his tongue. Your legs quaked and your body shivered and your blood burned.

“No holdin’ back, luv. Come, Y/N.”

You called his name. Toes curling. Muscles taunt. Nails digging into his biceps. Eyes lost in his.

Noam rested his forehead on yours. “There she is. Blissed out and perfect.” His eyes closed as his own pleasure overtook him.

“There he is,” you echoed. “Blissed out and perfect.” You ran your thumb over his cheekbone and relaxed into the pillows. When you felt him using a shirt to clean you up, you tried to help but he gently pushed you back.

A few minutes later he crawled back into bed with you, pulling the disarrayed sheets over your body. Noam huffed. “I didn’t mean to press you into that.” He turned to look at you when you giggled.

“You didn’t. I just hope you’re prepared to do that all weekend.”

“If m’lady requests.”

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Learning the Ropes Part 2: Lessons Learned

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Prompt: “Hey, I wondering if you were interested in doing a part 2 of the Elias fic I originally requested, ‘Learning the Ropes’? [Smut, plot, both?] Surprise me!”

Pairing: Elias Samson x TransMale!Reader

Warnings/Promises: suggestive wrestling positions, FLUFF, SMUT, Italics = Elias POV

Word Count: 1270

Note: Thanks for the request, hun! I hope you all have enjoyed this week of answered requests, and continue to send them in. I’m sorry they take a bit to do, but I’m looking for grad schools; wish me luck! Let me know if you guys have any ideas for fics, or would like to be added to any tag lists. Have fun reading!

Part 1: Learning the Ropes 

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In the three months since your first sparring lesson with Elias, you had really tightened up your move set. There had been a few more team-ups, and one or two scripted collisions backstage. The crowd’s cacophony every time your stepped out into the ring really made you feel like you the world was going in all the right ways.

The fist flying towards your face abruptly brought you back into the present. You rolled out of the way and backed up against the ropes.

“Hey, earth to Y/N?” Elias asked. His brow scrunched in worry, but you smiled brightly at him.

“Sorry. Just got lost in…” you looked off into space trying to find the words. “You. How far we’ve come. How far I’ve come. Everything feels… right. Like I’m finally where I’m supposed to be,” you sighed.

Elias nodded in agreement. “Do you need to take a break? It’s been a-“

“No. I’ve got this.”

You were working on a double finisher. It was your job to set the opponent up in the corner, then Elias would pick them up and halo powerbomb them. Between the two of you, there were a few options for the setup. The biggest problem was doing them to Elias when he knew you so well. You bit your lip in concentration as he stood in one corner waiting for your next attempt.

It was funny to watch him. Y/N was brilliant, and he had been getting much better since his arrival. Elias’s only regret was that Y/N didn’t get a chance to kick Miz’s face in before the shake-up. It didn’t show often, but Miz’s words from Y/N’s first match were still strong in his mind. It didn’t matter how many superstars he’d beaten up since then, nothing was ever enough.

When does healthy hunger cross over into unhealthy obsession?

Y/N’s eyes flickered with realization. Like watching an incandescent light bulb come to life. Elias squared his shoulders and prepared myself for the ‘attack.’ Y/N spun and feigned a roundhouse kick. Once Elias had reacted, he found himself lying on the canvas. He was hauled to his feet and guided to sit unsteadily on the top turnbuckle.

“Good. Good. I think that one is the most effective so far.” Gingerly, he slid back to his feet and braced himself against the ropes.

Y/N turned away, deep in thought. “But how early can we use it? Whoever we use this on is going to have be pretty out of it already.” Y/N growled. “It’s only going to be effective if we’ve been wrestling for twenty minutes at least.”

Never enough.

Elias let out a deep breath and pushed out of the corner. He made sure the room was empty, then slid up behind Y/N and wrapped his arms around his torso. “You know, if we train for about ten more minutes, the last of the others will have gone home.” He smirked as Y/N slightly turned his head to look at him.

“And if I say yes?”

Elias nodded.

Then tossed Y/N over his shoulder and dropped him to the canvas.

You rolled a little ways away, gasping in surprise. “You suplexed me.”

Elias grinned. “So? We’ve still got nine minutes of training to do.”

“You suplexed me!” You eased to your feet and paced the outside of the ring. Elias spun in the middle, never giving you access to his back. You ran at him, purposefully bypassing him so you could bounce off the ropes. With a sling blade, you had Elias on his back. He kicked out before you could count to three and flipped you to your back.

Oh, this could get dangerous.

Elias leaned down almost nose to nose. Y/N had confessed to being… intrigued by his eyes. All is fair in love and war, right?

Apparently, Y/N picked up on what he was trying to do and licked his lips. It was enough of a distraction for Elias to soon find himself on his back. This time Y/N counted much slower.

“One,” he breathed. “Two.”

Elias kicked out and moved to stand in a corner. Y/N huffed and was making to his feet when Elias rushed by with a clothesline. Y/N reversed it into a pin. He sat on Elias’s waist with his hands on his shoulders, grinning. This time Elias counted, matching Y/N’s smirk.

“One.” He rolled his hips, making Y/N shudder. “Two.” Another thrust. Another shudder.

Elias rolled out from under him.

“Seriously?” you gasped under your breath. As annoying as that was, the results were racing through your veins as you felt your skin flush under the training adrenaline. Your heart was pounding, and you wanted nothing more than for the locker rooms to be empty.

Elias looked off towards the doors and saw the last people leave. Before he could offer, you grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the ring. You had him shirtless and shoeless before you’d even made it to the locker room. He helped you out of your shirt while you unbuckled his belt. While he wriggled out of the new jeans he’d been stretching out, you fought to get out of your boots. He caught you in a kiss against the wall and worked his thumbs into the last pieces of your ring gear to get them out of the way.

He broke away with a curse and fumbled around for his wallet. You quickly grabbed the small bottle of lube from your bag. It was hard not to giggle as Elias triumphantly held up the metallic packet before working it onto his length. You pulled him closer by his hip to stand in front of you. When you reached to give his lengths a few pumps, and while Elias prepared his fingers for you, you let out a contented puff of breath.

“Y/N?” Elias’s worried voice broke through your haze. You looked up with him and hoped your eyes said everything your voice could not.

Familiar.

It felt familiar. Relaxed. Like puzzle pieces fitting together in a puzzle that had been done a hundred times before. Perfect.

Y/N leaned his head on Elias’s chest as he began to work him open. The little whimpers and sighs that come out made his cock twitch in Y/N’s hand. When they were both ready, Elias slowly eased in Y/N, watching his face as his head fell back into the wall.

His eyes were closed. Lips parted. Hands gripping his shoulders.

Adrenaline from training combusted with the awe of belonging to each other. Y/N met his thrusts. He found the rhythm that made them both see stars. He felt hot. And shivered with something more than cold. Their mix of groans and skin slapping against skin kept Elias chasing giving everything to Y/N. He watched his face contort in bliss.

Trusting. Radiant. Unbelievable. Everything.

Y/N. Y/N. Y/N.

Already you were at the precipice. Elias wasn’t far off either by the faltering of his thrusts. You dug your fingers into his shoulders, trying to ground yourself.

“I’m right here, Elias. I’m right here.”

He smashed his lips into yours, swallowing your cries as your legs flexed and blood rushed in your ears. You swallowed his cries as well as he thrust one more time and stilled. His head fell to the wall behind you, putting your shoulder just in reach for a soft kiss. Your chests met as you both heaved. It was in these moments that you loved to learn the rythm of his heartbeats. Elias managed to speak first.

“Shower?”

“Shower.”

He eased out of you then led you to the showers for was destined to become round two.

Part 3: Perfect Student 

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