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Family Found Part 14: This Isn’t Over

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In the last Raw before Summer Slam, you are included in the main event. Final opponents are determined for the other matches but you feel out of place. Will you let Dean and everybody down or work past your fears?

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence, self-doubt

Word Count: 2700

Note: Heads up, I’m going to be moving back to college next week. (I know, just in time for Summer Slam! Yippee.) So it will be interesting to see how maintaining this series goes once my class schedule kicks in. Hopefully, I will be successful. Another heads up: Summer Slam’s chapter is going to be awesome and action-packed. *squee* Tag lists and requests open. Happy reading!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 13: Not This Time 

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Monday Night Raw – August 13, 2018 – Greensboro, NC

If you were a begging type of woman, Dolph Ziggler and Drew McIntyre would not have started the show. Your nerves were on fire as you saw them walk into Gorilla, cringing when you heard Dolph’s music. In the ring, he pranced around as if the audience’s reaction to him was unanimous praise.

“Well hello to you to.” He grinned wide, ignoring the waves of hate rolling towards him. “We’re out here to announce that there’s a special match tonight. Drew, if you would.”

“You’re havin’ a Lumberjack match tanight,” Drew rumbled.

“That I am. Against Dean Ambrose. And there to catch him when I toss him out is going to be you, Mojo, and Mickie James. And of course Roman, Seth, and Y/N backing up Dean. But they won’t be able to much. Now, if Y/N could step out here please.”

You were more than happy to. If he wanted to have a battle of wits, he was going to realize quickly how unarmed he was. Seth followed you out, to rushed to zip up his gear shirt. “What do you want Ziggler?”

He laughed. “No need to be so formal, sweetheart. Dolph is just fine.”

“Get to the point. Ziggler.”

Biting back a scowl he cleared his throat. “I wanted to let you know it’s okay. At some point, your cousin is going to knock me out of the ring. You’re frustrated and angry. I won’t hold it against you if you hit me.”

As if reading from a hokey script, Drew asked “but I thought you liked Y/N. Why all this?”

Dolph turned to him and talked with his hands as if to a child. “You see, the key to winning a girl’s heart is playing hard to get.”

You scoffed. “That would be difficult for you then since you’re hard to want.” This was getting old. The match could start right now for all you cared.

Seth read your mind. He crossed his arm across your shoulders, keeping you from storming down the ramp. Dolph noticed. “Gettin’ a little close there, Rollins. Y/N, you could do so much better. He’s no Dolph Ziggler.”

You looked down at Seth’s abs, then back at the ring. “Good. It means he’s not freakin’ orange.” Seth coughed and turned to face behind you. He cackled quietly. “And I hope you’re ready for some serious bruising. This is going to end tonight.” You turned on your heel.

“Whatever you say, Y/N. But all tonight is going to prove is that I am the best man in the business. And nothing the Shield can do is going to disprove that.”

The women’s music sounding told Dolph his time was up. They each took turns bumping shoulders against them as they left the arena. Rhonda nearly knocked Dolph off his feet, making him growl and make a hastier exit. Alexa Bliss and Alicia Fox stood on one side of the ring while Natalya and Rhonda stood on the other. They may have won their opportunity as a team, but tonight eventually it was going to be every woman for herself.

Renee Young explained how the match was going to work. “The match is going to start as a tag match. To eliminate a team, one member has to be knocked to the floor over the top rope. Then from the remaining two women, a singles match will begin immediately.”

Corey snorted. “I can’t say I agree with this method.”

“I’m looking forward to see how it goes,” Renee pipped up. Nothing Corey was going to say was going to dampen her Raw commentary debut.

Alexa rolled out, leaving Alicia at the other’s two women’s mercy. Which they gave. Sharing a look, each of the three rolled a different way out of the ring, circling Alexa. While she was focused on not getting caught by Natalya or Rhonda, she bumped into Alicia. They shared sticky sweet smiles, then Alicia tossed her partner into the ring at the sound of the bell.

Natalya fought her first. She made frequent tags to Rhonda, ensuring they would both have enough energy for part two of the fight. If they made it that far. Alexa escaped and put that plan in jeopardy as Alicia rushed in, quickly weakening Natalya and trapping her in the ring. Rhonda rushed around to the side as Alicia tried to tip her partner over.

She was successful but crashed to the floor herself when Alexa knocked her feet out from under her. They continued to fight on the outside. Inside the ring, Alicia was gaining the upper hand. Once again, Natalya had no one to tag and had to muscle through and do her best. Exhausted, she fell against the ropes. Alicia scooped up under her, attempting for a pin.

But it wasn’t that kind of match yet.

“No. Eliminate her,” Alexa screamed, “don’t pin her!”

“Oh yeah.” Alicia grabbed Natalya’s hair and slung her towards the ropes. Rhonda was there to make sure she didn’t sail over. She guided Natalya to the corner and tagged in, rushing towards Alicia. Foxy turned and reached for Alexa, who wasn’t there. Alexa hopped down, hoping Rhonda would tire out her partner. It backfired as Rhonda swung Alicia over her back and threw her over the top rope. Alicia fell on top of Alexa and they were announced to be eliminated.

Rhonda waited for Natalya to catch her breath. It wasn’t ideal. In a perfect world, they would both have more energy and could put on a better match. Natalya stood tall. This would have to do. For how much they had trained together, Rhonda picked up on her tells. Mixed with Natalya’s lack of momentum, she didn’t last much longer.

Even then, Rhonda hesitated to pin her friend. “I’m sorry,” she said as the ref counted to three. She helped Natalya to her feet.

“It’s okay, for now,” Natalya joked. “But you better kick ass on Sunday.” She helped the ref raise her hand in victory.

Kurt Angle held his phone far away from his ear with a wince. “Braun. Braun! I know, but it was best that you stayed away from the show tonight.” He paused and tromboned the phone as Braun reacted. “Because there are a lot of people who don’t want you to beat Brock on Sunday, and that’s not just him an Paul Heyman. I didn’t want you risking your Summer Slam match.” Gritting his teeth, he talked over his employee. “Look, you can yell at me Sunday night. After your match. If nothing goes awry. Okay? Good. See you Sunday.” He hung up with a sigh then saw you. “Hey, Y/N. Please come in.”

This couldn’t be good. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Angle?”

“Just Kurt. And yeah. I need your opinion on something.” He waited for you to step further into the room. “If I’m wrong I do have a back-up, so please be honest with your answer.”

You gulped. “Okay.”

“Y/N, do you think tonight’s match is going to end the problems with Dolph?”

“Honestly,” you said slowly, “no. From what I’ve learned about him, Dolph is going to keep going until the injuries to his body outweigh any gain he’s been scrambling for. Even if Dean gets him to that point, Mojo and Mickie are involved now too. They’ve got their own issues with us now.”

Kurt thought for a second. “There’s one more slot for Summer Slam.”

How? “Isn’t it a little late to be making matches? Summer Slam is on Sunday.”

He nodded. “I know. But I had a feeling this wasn’t going to be over before then. So, you and the Shield will have a match on Sunday against Dolph and Drew, and Mojo and Micke James.”

You sighed. “This is all my fault. I didn’t mean to be such a bother.”

“Hey,” Kurt gave your shoulder a light pat. “It’s how we settle things around here. If anything, you fit right in. You are not a ‘bother’ and we are lucky to have you on the team. You’ve just started and you’re putting more effort into your contract than some old timers.”

“That doesn’t matter. I don’t have the experience.” You groaned. “I’m not Dean. No matter how much effort I put into the match tonight or Sunday, I am going to burn out quickly.”

“Don’t worry about tonight or Sunday. You’ve got this.” His phone rang again. He walked away to answer it, despite your attempt to grab his attention. With a worried huff, your left his office.

“Are you ready for the match?” Seth’s voice behind you made you cringe. “I’ll take that as a no.” He jutted his chin in the direction that Kurt went. “So, I heard the tail-end of that. You get to be part of a Summer Slam match too, huh?”

“This is a disaster.” You slumped to sit on a crate. “I came here to be a reporter. And to reconnect with Dean, in a way. Everything has gone wrong. This is way more than what I can handle.”

“No, it’s not. I’ve seen you train. I’ve been beaten by you in training. Which, not to toot my own horn, is saying something,” he chuckled. When you didn’t cheer up he sighed and tilted your head up. He gave you a small smile. “Y/N?”

“I don’t want to let him down. Or any of you.”

“You won’t. I trust you.”

It was a tiny statement. But it meant the world. You couldn’t find the words to thank him but nodded. Seth grabbed your wrists and gave them the once over.

“Let’s get you some tape.”

Corey was grumbling even before Elias could strum his first chord. His stool was set up a few feet from the announce table on the stage. He sang an upbeat ditty about hating the town and his disdain for the opponents squabbling for his title, then left the spotlight.

“Front row seats to an Elias concert. Man, you guys really do get the good stuff,” Renee cooed. She elbowed Corey before he could retort.

Elias dipped his head. “I’m glad to see at least one person has accepted the enlightenment my music brings.” He glared at Corey and made small talk with Cole as Baron Corbin and Bobby Roode made their way down to the ring. He was unbothered by the idea of this match. If anything, he was excited to see who was going to face him at Summer Slam. It was the perfect opportunity to scope out his adversary.

Corbin and Roode circled each other looking for a way in. Eventually, they had to meet in a contest of strength. Corbin used his height to his advantage and caught Roode in a headlock. Neither wrestler was one known for their gravity-defying stunts, but Corbin was going to do everything he could to keep Roode from using his strength. It worked. For a while.

Using the crowd’s enthusiasm, Roode was able to make it to his feet. He bounced off the ropes and sent Corbin’s back crashing to the canvas. He didn’t fall for Corbin’s tricks. If Baron swung around a ring post, he was waiting for him. The Deep Six was hard to kick out of, but he did. Roode danced his way across the ring. If things continued his way, he was going to Summer Slam with a chance at the Intercontinental Championship. Roode kicked Corbin in the stomach and stepped back to power up for the Glorious DDT.

He took to long. Corbin reversed Roode’s movements into another Deep Six. When Roode stumbled up from that, he walked into an End of Days. His music was cut short by Elias playing his guitar.

Elias gave him a slight bow, then strummed his way out of the arena.

They were waiting for you in the ring. Roman and Seth went out first. Then Dean. He stayed close to the curtains, having promised you a surprise. You were still trying to work up the courage to go out there when a second guitar riff sounded. It was underlined with an electric guitar and strong drums.

“Surprise,” he smiled.

You had your own entrance music.

It was bold and had a great beat. Dean wiggled along with it on the way to the ring; you poorly stifled a giggle.

Dolph was left standing alone as his accompanying trio left the ring. Dean rolled and you took your spot on the ramp-side of the ring. After the bell rang, you bounced up and down like you usually did when watching matches from backstage. Being out in the arena? It was electric. Now you knew why Dean bounced and jumped through his matches. Mickie was glaring at you from the other side of the ring but that didn’t bother you. You had ringside access to one of Dean’s matches. This was wild.

Dean got tossed out first. Thankfully, Dolph’s aim was off and he sailed right into the arms of Roman. He received hair ruffling and loud pats on the back and then they sent him back in. His arms flailed, striking Dolph about every other rotation. You laughed as Drew and Mojo watched Dolph take the beating with uncomfortable grimaces. By keeping an eye on them, you saw the plan they formulated before Mickie could distract the ref. She jumped up onto the apron, pulling Dean’s attention away from Dolph. They tried to grab at his ankles, but even their long arms couldn’t reach him and a crisis was averted.

When Dean tossed Dolph over a rope, he made sure Roman was there to catch him too. You made sure there wasn’t inference from the left and Seth did the same for the right. You could tell the men weren’t scared of you. There was another plan in place. One that was for later as Dolph staggered his way back to his feet. The match went on, with Dean maintaining the upper hand. Drew and Mojo traded sides with Mickie.

You were distracted by Drew inching his way to Seth’s side when Dolph came flying over the ropes. He landed on you, smirking when he realized what his position was. With a growl, you flipped him to his back and started to punch at his face as hard and fast as you could. You were yanked to your feet by your hair. Mickie slammed your face into the apron. You fell back, dazed. Roman picked you up around your stomach, shouting at everyone to back off.

“Ow,” you mumbled, holding your head while Dolph slid back into the ring.

“Better get used to that, sweetie,” Mickie said, backing away.

There were several other altercations. Mojo did surprisingly well against Roman, while Seth used the barricades or apron to gain some height on Drew. Dolph continuously underestimated you and received similar treatment as to the first incident. No matter what you did, Mickie could always make you crumple like a ball of tinfoil. She could do the same to Dean, too. It took the three of you a few minutes to realize how much damage she was dishing out, then another few to break away from them to come to his aid.

Then there was the chair.

Mojo tossed it in while the ref’s back was turned. Dean was leaning against the ropes. He moved out of the way at the last second. Dolph’s swing bounced back at him off the top rope, sending the chair into his forehead and his body to the mat. The ref saw the whole thing and wouldn’t motion for a disqualification since it was self-inflicted. Dolph cursed and threw the chair away. It cut into Dean’s stomach, folding him in half.

You slid into the ring as the ref called for the disqualification. Dean waved off your worried looks and questions while the other team left. He coughed hard, holding his stomach.

“This isn’t over,” you hissed. “Far from it. They wanted the fight. They’ve got one.”

“That’s my baby cuz.” Dean grinned as you stuck your tongue out at him.

Part 15: Hold It High

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What I Started

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Prompt: “Could you write some smutty stuff with Alexa Bliss? Female reader. No other specific. Thnx!”

The competition of who can win their match while distracted has another victor. The loser is at their beck and call. Not that either would complain.

Pairing: Alexa Bliss x Female!Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: use of toys while working, oral, mutual thigh riding, begging

Word Count: 1080

Note: Had to do a little smut research for this request. I hope it came out like you wanted, anon! Thanks for sending it in. It’s my first Alexa fic, and my first w|w fic, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. If you’ve got an idea of your own or a tag list you’d like to join, just let me know. Enjoy!

You had a love-hate relationship with Alexa Bliss. To the WWE Universe, you hated her. Despised her. Did everything in your power to keep her from winning another championship. Once the cameras were gone and ring was packed away, you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Love in the shadows. This lead to innovative ways to show affection.

Which is why you were already sweating bullets at the beginning of your match.

Alexa was leering at you from the other side of the ring, backing up her partner. Mickie was unaware of your predicament and showed no mercy. You rolled out of the way of a kick but stumbled when the vibrating in your gear jumped. It was in two places: your panties, and over your nipples. Originally, you had come up with the bra inserts (made from other pantie sets). You liked that most remote systems ran on the same frequencies. It had since then backfired. Mickie continued to chase you around the ring, grabbing your hair and slamming you to the mat. Your groan of pain out higher pitched than usual. You hoped Mickie wouldn’t notice.

With a deep breath, you leapt to your feet and started an attack of your own. The buzzing of your system interwove with the adrenaline, making you move faster and lighter on your feet. Even then, the hits you took made you moan instead of puff in pain. Mickie was beginning to give you looks.

She caught you in a headlock. “Are you okay, sweetie?” She cried out as you twisted out.

“I’m… fine.” You turned to glare at Alexa. Things had gone up another notch.

By the end of the match, you were more focused on not cumming in the middle of the ring than winning. You were eventually pinned, with Alexa whooping in triumph for more than one reason. She at least turned everything off before she left up the ramp.

She was waiting for you in her dressing room spread out across the couch. You couldn’t tell if she looked more like an unimpressed cat or some princess in a Renaissance painting. Either way, Alexa curled her finger and drew you into the room. The click of the lock was surprisingly loud. Or maybe you were just super on edge.

“You lost.”

“That I did. With your help of course.” You smirked. “Are waiting to get to the hotel, or-“

“When am I ever that patient?”

You nodded and kneeled in front of her. She leaned up so you could remove her shorts and get to work. Her fingers wove into your hair and guided you. From the corner of your eye, you saw her twirl the remote. You worked faster. The quicker you could get her off, the sooner she would let you cum.

“Nuh-uh-uh.” Alexa grinned as you froze. “I’m not patient enough for the drive, but don’t rush it, honey.” She tapped the back of your head for you to start again, but slower.

The focus now wasn’t to be fast. It was to be torturous. Like she had played with you in the ring. You lived for her whimpers and her sighs. Bumps raised on her skin as you trailed your fingers up her legs to her slit. You were just adding them to giving her pleasure when a shock jolted through you. She clicked the settings on the remote up to mid-power and hummed as you panted against her thigh. You squeezed your thighs together against the onslaught. Her legs fought against closing around you too as her release drew nearer.

“Not yet.” She tugged you away and fell on top of you on the floor. Sitting on your waist, she undulated her hips to match your bucking. Her fingers worked up under your top. “You should get rid of your gear.” She helped you remove it, then leaned forward and latched her lips around one of your sensitive nipples. All the while she kept moving her hips, chuckling as your movements became more frantic. She nipped between your breasts. “You’re still wearing too much gear.”

You gave a sigh of relief as you were stripped bare. Alexa perched on your thigh, pressing one of hers into the juncture between your legs. She sat up straight with her hands on your breasts. Roughly she squeezed and kneaded them, making your mouth fall open for breathless panting.

“You look so delicious like this, Y/N,” she cooed. She started to slide back and forth, shuddering with her own sparks. “My personal toy. It’s so easy to work you up. I wonder if anybody would have noticed if you had cum tonight.” Your groan hitched as she clawed her nails down your stomach. “Bet you want to cum now too, huh?”

So that’s what she wanted. She wanted you to beg. You could fight it for a while but knew the game would be up soon when she sucked her thumb into her mouth. It made you arch when she began to lazily circle your clit with it.

“Any time you want to start, honey.” When you bit your lip, she shifted so she could curl two fingers into your heat.

“Alexa,” you drawled out in a sigh. With a whimper, you bucked harder onto her hand. “Please-“

“Please what, Y/N?”

You moaned. “Please let me cum. Let me make you cum.” On a whim, you mirrored her earlier action and sucked your thumb into your mouth. She closed her eyes in bliss as you hurried to convince her. The way her lips parted made you want to taste them, so you tried harder. “So beautiful. Alexa, please.”

She nodded. “Then keep going. I’ll take care of you.” Her fingers pumped faster. She had all the control except of your thumb. In reckless parallel abandon, you both raced for the finish. Alexa’s praise descended into cursing as your walls contracted around her fingers. Your leg was slick with her and she squeezed your thigh between her own. “Right there, Y/N. Keep going.” Her voice sounded as wrecked as you felt.

When her nails scrapped down your side you couldn’t hold back anymore. Your toes curled to cramping and the bow of your back angled your thigh just right. Alexa screamed and shivered. Even though your arms were like jello, you braced against them as Alexa pulled you up for a kiss.

“Now we can go to the hotel. And I’m going to finish what I started.”

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Almost Real

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Prompt: “So you know how Tony Stark is high tech person right? What if one day he comes in telling the Avengers he installed a system in their bedrooms (for some reason idk) that basically give realistic hologram. So he demonstrates and the reader is internally freaking out and politely asks if it’s already working and obviously he says ‘yes’ so she runs to her room while telling F.R.I.D.A.Y. to have her room door open. And they hear her slam her door, and once inside she’s just spends the day with holograms reenacting moves with wrestlers, and they pass by her room and all they hear is giggling. And one day she comes in to her room and she thinks she left the hologram on and it won’t leave so she goes to touch it and turns out they’re real and turns out Tony hired them for her birthday” [Do you have a top three/four wrestlers?] “Right now it’s Finn Balor, Elias Samson and between Baron Corbin and Roman Reigns. Thank you so much! 😘 ” – @theangelsfightwithdevils  

Warnings/Promises: fluff (?Is that what this is?), wrestling violence (for entertainment, not with malice)

Word Count: 1450

Note: When this came in, I was so excited! I couldn’t keep a smile off my face as ideas started to run wild. Or the entire time I was writing this. Thank you so much, sweetie, for sending this in. Hopefully, this is as wonderful as the fantastic imagination you have! For anybody else who has an idea, my requests are open, and all of my tag lists. Please enjoy this fic and share it along if you liked it!

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“Alrighty, everybody gather ‘round.” Tony fiddled with a board filled with knobs and a keyboard. “I think we’re all pretty tired of sparring each other, right?”

There were several nodding heads. Except for Bucky and Natasha.

“You two don’t count,” Sam said. “Nobody can beat you.”

“Not our fault.”

“Right,” Nat punched Sam’s shoulder. “Means you need to train more.” You giggled with Wanda as he scoffed. Peter muttered something about having his back, which only made you two laugh louder. 

Tony harrumphed and frowned. Steve directed the attention back to him with a chuckle. “Thanks, Cap. Somebody name someone you’d like to fight. From Earth,” he added, pointing at Thor. “I’ll add interdimensional persons later.”

Steve took the bait. “Robert Stanbard.” He grinned as Bucky stifled a laugh. “He was the guy who played Hitler in the war bonds show.” He hastily took a pair of gloves Tony tossed in his face.

Tony typed a few things before pressing a bright green button. Beams of light circled the room. They spun like Star Trek transporter beams in front of Steve. Stanbard flickered to life from the boots up. He blinked and looked around before honing in on Steve. The false mustache twitched and his raised a fist. His head snapped back as Steve beat him to it.

“Two hundred and three, right?” Bucky clapped Steve on the back while Clint rushed forward to ask about fighting Bruce Lee. But when he went to hit the hologram, his hand went through the light.

“Oh, you’re going to need these.” Tony took the gloves back from Steve and strapped Clint into a thin vest. “Using Princess Shuri’s kinetic dampener from her Black Panther suit, I’ve altered that to face inwards. Combined with the communication between the board and the suit, when you get hit you’ll feel it, and vise versa. Everybody’s already got a suit in their rooms.”

Your ears perked up. “Is the system installed in the main rooms, or-“

“It’s in every room.” Tony beamed, proud of himself. “That way if you need something to beat up, but don’t want to go all the way to the training room, you can stay in. Cool, huh?”

Doing your best to hide your excitement, you stepped towards the hall. “Is it up and running everywhere? Now?”

Tony turned towards the board to fiddle. “Yeah. The effects work better in the training room because it can adapt to any environment, but it is functional in every-“

You didn’t hear anything else as you sprinted toward your room. Nat and Wanda shared a knowing look as you shouted at Friday to have your door open. Once it slammed shut, you rushed toward the new panel on your wall and got to work. Hours later, all anyone could hear from your room was crashing and giggling.

“What’cha gonna do, Baron?” The hologram of Baron Corbin rushed at you. Running the opposite direction, you bounced off the trampoline you’d sat against your wall and used the momentum to jump over him. You barely cleared him, and he got you with a clothesline a second later. From the floor, you groaned. “What else do you have?”

The hologram Baron didn’t answer. Tony didn’t want there to be any accidental calls to Friday. Nor did he want the ability to talk to possibly help the holograms should there be another robot take-over. Technically it was Bruce’s idea, but Tony took the credit per usual.

After a week or two, the hype had died down a little. Most usually just went to the training room, which besides being programmed with an adaptable floor and climate control, also dealt with the smell of a bunch of Avengers training. Still, you liked getting to fight different wrestlers in your afternoons. Occasionally you’d forget to turn off the board, but usually Friday took care of that. One of the several upgrades Tony was obsessed with.

You shook your head after passing the main lounge room. Maybe you’d been wrestling too much. You could have sworn that was Baron Corbin talking to some of the team. It was probably just a visitor. There were bunches of those.

“Oh. Hi, Roman,” you chirped. The hologram didn’t reply back. Still, you moved closer. If this was another upgrade, Tony had made a fantastic improvement. You couldn’t see through him, and you swore you could see him breathing, something the holograms didn’t do before. Reaching out, you tested the upgrade to see if you could feel it without the gloves. His torso didn’t give. With a smile, you gave his arms a light squeeze. “Dang, Tony has really outdone himself. You feel almost real.”

“Almost?” Roman chuckled.

You gasped and stepped back into attack position.

Roman raised his hands in self-defense. “Sorry, didn’t mean to alarm you. But, uh, surprise. And happy birthday, Y/N.” He beamed as realization crossed your face.

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

You jumped and gave him a hug, releasing him a second later. “Sorry. Um, thank you. How-?”

“I’m supposed to tell you…” he looked off in false thought, “that I’m to be your guide to the training room? I think you might actually have to do the guiding.” He took your arm and walked with you.

As soon as the doors slid open, the team yelled out ‘surprise’ and rushed to be the first to hug you. But you were distracted. Just past everyone, you saw three more familiar faces.

“I did see you in the lounge!” You rushed over to Baron, who was talking to Tony.

“Yeah, and about ruined your surprise. Sorry.” Baron shook your hand and moved to the side so Finn Balor and Elias Samson could step into view. “Mr. Stark tells us you are a fan of the WWE?”

You blushed. “Yeah. I am. But how did-“

Tony glanced over his shoulder. “Wanda and Nat spilled the beans. They also spilled your favorite kind of cake, ice cream, and your dream to wrestle in the WWE. Since you’re part of the team, that last part might be difficult. But I figured this was close enough and pulled a few strings.” Tony spun you around fast enough to make you dizzy. When you came to a stop, you saw the squared circle set up in the middle of the room.

“You didn’t?” You wrapped your arms around his waist, then did the same to Nat and Wanda. “Thank you all. This… this is the best thing I would have never thought to even ask for.”

A large mass moved past you and into the ring. The lights dimmed to just one in the center. You descended into laughter as Elias and his guitar were illuminated. He led everyone in singing you ‘happy birthday.’ He glared at Tony for being incredibly off-key. Roman kept you from hiding your face in your hands. Elias sang one of the songs from his album, then stopped abruptly. “Now that’s over, where’s the cake?”

Vision brought it out. Finn tried to hang back, but Baron tugged him forward. “One slice isn’t going to kill you. Or ruin your figure.”

Finn grumbled but licked his lips when you made the first cut. “Fine. But just a tiny piece. Thank you.”

After the food had settled a bit, the inevitable challenge came up. You were named the wrestling captain for the Avengers, and you picked Steve, Clint, Natasha, and yourself to go against the four of them. From there, there were several mixed teams like Sam and Finn versus Baron and Bucky. A surprising Baron versus Peter, who did not use his web shooters, but did acrobatics around the ring that made Finn smile like a child with new Legos. Also Thor and Roman against Elias and Wanda, which was dubbed ‘The Match for Best Hair.’ The team that won then fought themselves with the winner accepting a small trophy Tony 3D printed during the match.

Vision was referee for the whole time. Rhodey found a mic, thanks to Friday, announcing the matches and friendly insulting Tony every chance he got. Bruce even took a turn in a singles match with Finn before they sat out to discuss the duality of man and themselves.

You fought with and against each of them as many times as you could. Taking a spear? Fantastic. Deep-Six? You would gladly take seven. Coup de Gras and the Halo Powerbomb? Oh hell yes. They never seemed to run out of energy. Not that the matches really went on very long, mainly they were just showing off move-sets real and made up on the spot.

You had to stop the party yourself. “They’ve got wrestling to do on Monday. We can’t wear them out.”

The last thing that happened for the night was a giant picture with everyone standing in the ring. Or, in Clint’s case, perched on a ring post like a sharp-eyed gargoyle. You stood dead center between your favorite wrestlers and surrounded by your closest friends.

*I assumed T’Challa would have to stay in Wakanda. But you can bet your ass that he flew the whole roster over so he could fight the Big Dog, Lone Wolf and anybody else who dared. And Okoye and Nakia teaming with Nat and Wanda versus the Four Horsewomen? Well… you can just imagine that. 

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Mutual Holds

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Prompt: “Would you be open to Dolph Ziggler with a slightly bigger girl and him being kinky af”

Pairing: Dolph Ziggler x PlusSized!Reader

Warnings/Promises: dirty talk, public dirty talk, SMUT, body worship, orgasm denial, oral (female receiving), Dolph being loud, being overheard, panty gagging (male), mutual choking (I don’t know if this would actually work or not, so be safe!)

Word Count: 1700

Note: In this fic, I tried not to put an overemphasis on the reader’s size. It’s mentioned, but not to the point of feeling self-conscience. If anything, I’ve made sure Dolph has gotten the reader super comfortable with her body by showing her already how much he loves every part of it. And this is filth. Loud and over-the-top, just like Dolph. I’m not usually a Ziggler girl, but this was fun to write. Thanks for the request. Got your own? Requests are open. Tag lists too. I hope you enjoy this!

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The ice in Dolph’s glass clinked together as he put it down to answer his phone. “Hey, Y/N. Whatcha need?” He swallowed hard as he heard you moan on the other end of the line.

“You. Need you.” You sighed high and desperate. Your shirt rustled as you played with your bare breasts under the fabric.

Dolph stole a glance at Drew, who shook his head with a smile and waved him off. “I’ll be there in a few minutes. See ya, Drew. Can you get… the tab, thanks.” He left the hotel bar with his phone still to his ear, listening to you. The elevator was thankfully empty when he got in.

You heard the ding of the doors closing and doubled your efforts knowing it would drive him crazy. Your breath hitched as you rolled your stiff nipples between your fingers.

“Baby girl, if you keep that up I might not make it to the room. Then where would you be?”

A mischievous thought made you bite your lip and hum. “Alone with my vibrator, I guess.” He didn’t have to know that you hadn’t even brought it.

“Is that so?” Dolph lowered his voice. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Cumming over the phone, knowing at any second someone could need a lift? What if my finger slipped and you ended up on speaker?” He chuckled low and dark. “But you’d like that. The thrill of getting caught. Bet it’s making you drip right now.”

He was right. He knew how right as he heard you keen. Your fingers moved to trail over the waistband of your shorts.

“Have you started without me, yet? I don’t care if you have or not, but I’m hoping you’re naked by the time I get there. You always get upset with me when your unmentionables end up a shredded mess.” The doors opened and Dolph hurried down the hallway. “Better move quick, Y/N. You know how I don’t like anything in my way.”

He couldn’t even insert his key into the door before you opened it just wide enough for him and dragged him in by his shirt. His phone fell to the floor as you ended the call from your end. He pinned you to the wall and ran his hands up your bare skin. You gasped as he grasped your ass and squeezed. While your mouth was open, he took it over. His tongue fought with yours, thrusting in time with his hips. You shivered and gripped his arms as the assault sent your already racing blood crackling through you.

You hummed in surprise as he pulled you away from the wall and guided you back to the bed. His clothes dropped almost as fast as yours had a few seconds before he got to the door. Your head fell back as he groped your breasts.

“Love these.” He kissed the tops of them then sank to his knees. “Love this very much.” He kissed over your mound and caught your fingers in his before you could twist them in his hair. He stood and titled your face up. “And I love doing this the most.” Dolph kissed you long and sweetly. You whimpered into his mouth when he squeezed you close. He pulled away from your hips bucking towards his length and laid out on the bed.

Biting your lip, you stayed put, waiting for his instruction. The power dynamic wasn’t something that could be labeled, but you both liked how it worked out, and the orgasms it brought. When he was situated, he beckoned you over by curling his finger. You bounced onto the bed and tried to straddle his chest facing his cock.

“Oh, no. This way, sweetheart.” He had you turn around so you could brace on the headboard. You pouted, making him laugh. “None of that. I’ll get mine, trust me. But right now, I don’t want you letting go of that headboard until I tell you too. You’re going to need it.”

“But… I can’t even reach back for you?”

“Nope. Now give me that peach.” He gripped around the meat of your thighs and pulled your sex to his mouth. You shuddered with his first movements. They were slow and teasing. It wasn’t going to stay that way for long. Or so you thought. Dolph wasn’t the most patient man when it came to you. Not that you were ever going to complain. He lapped at your clit and pulled away. “And one more thing, don’t cum either. Not until I say. Gonna ruin my goddess. Okay?”

You bit your lip and nodded, settling in for a surprise long ride. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

Dolph set into beautifully torturing you with pleasure. Hitting all the points that made you buck towards his mouth. Humming and praising you until your skin was hot with blush. Adding fingers to reach for your g-spot. Your knuckles ached. It was hard to breathe and you arched, desperate to hold off. He brought you down just as slowly as he had built your near-release. You rested your head on your hands, and let out the breath you had been holding. Dolph kissed the inside of your thigh and rubbed your legs, praising your patience.  

“Now can I turn around?” you pleaded. Dolph dragged his hands up your sides to your breasts. He held them in his hands, flicking his thumbs over the tips. “Please, Dolph?” You whined his name.

He chuckled. “Okay, okay.” Keeping still, he watched as you happily shift directions. “Only touch.” Dolph smirked as you glared at him over your shoulder.

Fine. Dolph knew what he was getting himself into. You could be pretty vengeful in such circumstances, making it mutually worthwhile.

Just as he knew your weaknesses, you knew his. Using your nails on the tops of his thighs, you made him shudder out a gasp. Only touch. So that’s what you did. You sucked your fingers in your mouth and wet them noisily. His thighs tensed as you dragged them up the vein on his cock. Dolph was trying to distract you with curling his fingers into your heat, but you were on a mission. With one hand wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, you slowly stroked the rest. He moaned, shouting when you gave him a twist. Empowered, you sped your movements, freezing his actions on you.

His head fell to one side to lean against your leg. Rhyme and reason had nothing to do with the menagerie of sounds coming from him. You turned to sit across his legs. It pinned him beneath you, and also gave you the perfect view of his wrecked face. You tightened two fingers at his base and twirled the others under his balls. Dolph fisted the sheets.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that.” He gave a shout as you put pressure in all the right places.

From the other side of the wall, your neighbor pounded and shouted, “seriously?”

You giggled and crawled to lay over him. “Shhh,” you said placing your finger over his lips. He gently nipped it between his teeth.

“No promises,” he whispered. He guided his length into you, filling you in one thrust that made you both shudder. You sat back on him, smiling as his hands scratched up your thighs before taking control of your hips. “Ride me. Oh, keep going.” His voice cracked, but he kept making noises that made your skin break out in goosebumps.

There was more banging. “Dude! Turn down your porn!”

Both of you froze, then burst out laughing. You hung off the bed and rustled through the heap of clothing. You came back with a grin and your panties. Dolph smelled them as you held them in front of his face.

“Damn. You were really desperate for me, weren’t you?”

You shut him up by stuffing them in his mouth. Hopefully, that would help keep you both out of trouble for a while. The glint in his eye suggested otherwise.

Loud or silenced, Dolph ruthlessly slammed you down over and over again. Your hips were bruised. Your skin was sensitive. Your blood was on fire. Dolph was shiny with sweat. His eyes were bright and focused on you. He was so close, as were you. Dangerously close.

Shivering with the will to hold off, you fell forward to brace yourself on his chest. He tugged your panties free and tossed them away, then reached up to cup your face. His touch slipped to rest on your neck. He gave you a test squeeze and tried to pull away, but you covered his hand with yours. His other hand slid down your thigh and took your hand on his chest, guiding it up to rest on his neck as well with his hand over yours. He squeezed your hand and around your neck with the same pressure. Dolph had the control, but you welcomed being able to be a part of it. 

Your senses dimmed to included just him. His body crashing into yours. His hoarse sounds. Filling you again and again. How his hips stuttered and his vision seemed to glow with focus too.

“Cum,” he whispered, releasing your mutual holds.

You were blinded and could feel nothing besides the rush and Dolph cumming with you.

He caught you on his chest and rolled so you were both on your side. After easing out of you, he pulled you close and kissed your forehead. You panted against each other for a few minutes. He peeked over your form to the clock, groaning with how early it still was.

“Are you tired? Tomorrow’s a sleep-in day, so we can get a heck of a lot of sleep if you want.” He closed his eyes with a sigh and rested his forehead on yours.

You ran your hand down his side to rest on his hip. “Not really.” You groaned as you shifted your legs. “But I am sore. In the best way.”

His eyes snapped open. “You know,” he drawled, “the best thing for sore muscles… is a nice hot shower.” He smirked. “Any takers?”

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Prompt: “Are your requests still open? Cause I need some Drew McIntyre smut and that Joe fic you wrote blew my mind. Like y’all are already together and he gets jealous because Dolph keeps being a flirt. So, like possessive dommy Drew staking his claim.” – @ballins-princess  

Pairing: Dom!Drew McIntyre x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, oral (male receiving)

Word Count: 1430

Note: I apologize to any of my readers who like Dolph. He keeps getting hate in my fics… and will in this one too. He is a fantastic athlete, but I love to hate him with almost as much fervor as I do Miz. (There is a Dolph smut in the works though.) If you have an idea of your own, let me know! My requests and my tag lists are open. I hope you guys enjoy this. 

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Your cheeks hurt. Like ‘Oh my gosh will my mother ever stop taking pictures’ hurt. The hurt that reminded you of the ‘your face will freeze that way’ threat… as if hadn’t already.

“You have a really cute laugh, Y/N,” Dolph said for the millionth time that afternoon. “Are you from Tennessee?”

Heaven help you.

“’Cause you are the only ten-I-see on the roster.” He grinned, proud of himself as you forced yourself to laugh again.

“Did you steal that from Tye Dillinger? ‘Cause the ten-thing sounds like his style.” You leaned further back into the wall as Dolph leaned in like telling you a secret.

“Nah, it’s all me, sweetheart.”

He’s your love’s partner. You had to be nice to him. You couldn’t be the cause of issues. Drew had enough to worry about. You could handle this. For at least a few minutes more. Hopefully.

“Is this man both’rin’ you?” Drew strode into view over Dolph’s shoulder.

“No,” you breathed, relieved when Dolph moved away. “Thanks for the entertainment. Shall we?” You grabbed your purse and quickly rushed to Drew’s side. He was confused when you dragged him away until you were far enough away to take a breather.

“Was he botherin’ you?” The growl underlying his voice made you panic.

“No. Not at all. It’s just… it’s just Dolph you know,” you laughed. “You know how he never shuts up. Really.” You gulped as Drew crossed his arms. “Drew-“

He hummed to cut you short. “Don’t lie to me. What’s wrong?” He kept staring at you with the same intensity as you tried to brush it off. But he saw straight through you. “Yer raight. I know Dolph.” Drew took a deep breath. “Tha bugger doesn’ know when to keep his mouth shut. I’m gonna give ‘im a lesson.”

“No, Drew.” You placed yourself between him and the path back to Dolph. “Not tonight. Tomorrow, please. Let us have tonight. I’m with you,” you wrapped your arms around his waist and felt his tense torso relax, “and I want to enjoy tonight. With you.”

Still, Drew growled. “Fine. Tomorrow I’m gunna let ‘im know that his advances are… unwelcome.” It made you shiver to see him tilt his head in that way. The way he did when he was going to get something he wanted. “How attached are you to the plan of dinner?”

“Not at all.”

“Good.” He suddenly had you trapped between him and the wall with his hand resting on your throat. “Because Dolph can’t flirt with you if you can’t walk enou’ to leave tha bed.”

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Family Found Part 11: What’cha Got?

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Finn Balor and Baron Corbin square off to see who will really get to use the MitB contract, and Nia and Ember main event for the Raw Women’s Title. Dean finds out about the Reader’s secret and wants to see how important it is to her.

Warnings/Promises: wrestling violence

Word Count: 2330

Note: Elias’s song is based on “Gollum’s Song,” because I don’t know enough classic rock to write off of yet. Things are getting exciting, and I am super jealous of Cincy this week. Please let me know if you have been liking this series. Reblogs are a blessing, and comments are a gift. If you’ve got a request or a tag list you’d like to be on, both options are open as always. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Part 1: Welcome to the Team

Part 10: Unfortunate Circumstances (Extreme Rules) 

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Monday Night Raw – July 23, 2018 – Cincinnati, OH

“The salvation of WWE is here.” Elias strummed brightly and rightened his mic. “Last week I proved to Seth Rollins that when you walk with Elias…” he paused as the audience echoed him. “See, you all get it. When you walk with Elias, champions are shown to be flukes, and the unworthy are surpassed.” There were boos at that statement, and ‘burn it down’ chants that withered away.

Elias shifted on the stool. “I have a song that is more for me than the undeserving lot of you, but you need to hear it anyway. It will show you the way. The way I have found and the way that you need to travel so that you can reach the heights of accomplishments. Not as high as me, but as high as your miserable lives can reach.” He ignored the unsatisfied sounds of his crowd and began his song.

“Where once was night, now hope is come. Where once was wrong, truth has won. Seth say goodbye. We saw how did you try. Those tears you cry, are falling rain. For all the lies you told them, the hurt and blame. And you will weep, again so alone. You have lost, now the title is home. Here in the end, I’ll be what I will be. The true champion that you could never reach. Now I’ll say goodbye, and raise my title high.”

Elias stood, braced his guitar on his thigh, and held the Intercontinental Championship above his head. The reception to his song was mixed. Not that he cared. For once, he had gotten to sing a full song, and he had reached his goal.

From the titantron, Kurt Angle made the announcement that everybody had been waiting for.

“I have been working all week with Paul Heyman and Vince McMahon. An agreement has been made. Brock Lesnar will be defending his title at Summer Slam against Braun Strowman.” He paused with a smile as the crowd approved. “Furthermore, if he attempts to back out of this appearance again, he will immediately be stripped of his title. Because that’s how we do it here on Monday Night Raw from here and moving forward.”

Once Elias was gone, Baron Corbin and Finn Balor made their way down to the ring. JoJo announced that the match was for the Money in the Bank contract. Whoever won the match would win control of it and could use it for any championship title. Baron smirked, sure that he had his second chance in hand even before the bell rang. Finn smiled back, even as he handed over the briefcase to the ref.

Baron made the first attack. He used his height and slight strength advantage to keep Finn off his feet. With the Balor Club leader unable to even stand, he couldn’t use his rope skills to gain the upper hand. He was able to throw Baron out of the ring for a second, but the lone wolf came around the ring post and slid back into the ring for a clothesline. Baron focused on Finn’s legs and knees from there. He flourished his attacks with chokeslams.

But his customary gloating was his downfall.

Finn contorted out of the Deep Six that would have finished him and dropped Baron’s head to the canvas. He gained the upper hand at last. While Baron was quick himself, Finn was faster. Snappier. And his lithe frame made him harder to catch when he was on a roll. He bent Baron in half with a blow to the stomach, then sent him down with a dropkick. Finn grinned at the audience when they realized Baron had landed perfectly in front of the corner.

Coup de gras. One. Two. Three.

The ref handed Finn the briefcase. While his back was turned, Baron made it to his feet and ran at him. His blow didn’t hit his intended target. Instead of Finn’ kidneys, Baron’s fist collided with the briefcase as Finn spun.

Balor left the ring with a dark smile, leaving Baron scowling and clutching his hand.

You were late.

Finn had just walked around the far corner and out of sight. You waited patiently, knowing Baron would be along soon, if a bit angry. Nothing you hadn’t dealt with before. He came out and groaned when he saw you.

“Mr. Corbin,” you trotted to keep up with his retreating form. “Can I-“

“No. You can’t.”

With a huff, you tried again. “Please, Mr. Corbin-“

“What is it with you calling everybody Mr. and Ms.?” He stalked over to you, making you take a few steps back. “No. The match didn’t go as I wanted.” He took another step closer. “Yes, I still have issue with Finn Balor.” You bumped into something and stumbled to brace yourself. “And, no. I do not want to answer any of your annoying questions.”

“Corbin.”

You peeked around and saw Dean standing a couple yards away. Baron chuckled.

“Here to rescue your cousin?” He stepped to one side so you could move to stand with Dean. “What happened, Y/N? Couldn’t find a chair to stand on this time so you called back-up?”

“Watch your mouth, Corbin.” Seth and Roman emerged from the shadows on his other side. They stared him down as he realized just how outnumbered he was. He left with a huff.

Letting out your breath, you turned to Dean and crossed your arms. “Was it chance, or have you been keeping tabs on me? Since when does the Shield swoop in to save interviewers?” He moved to say something, then pointed at his brothers to do the talking. Roman took the bait.

“There’s usually at least one of us keeping an eye on you.” Before you could argue, “you’ve been making waves since you got here.”

“But that’s what the training has been for,” you groaned, “right?”

“Training?” Dean whipped back and forth between you. “What training?”

You cleared your throat. “Well… Seth offered. Then Roman. And technically some of the Smackdown crew offered first.

Dean was hovering between fuming and irritated calm, settling for bouncing his leg. “Oh? And who would that be?”

You thought back. “Well, Charlotte offered. Then Naomi. Jeff Hardy, Becky… Sheamus-“

“Sheamus!”

“Yeah,” you squeaked. “He’s been really helpful and doesn’t take it easy on me like a lot of them do.”

Seth cut in, “have you beaten him yet?”

“No, but I’m close.” You turned back to Dean. “So, I’m covered. Really. You guys don’t have to… do… this. Whatever it is.”

Shaking his head, Dean disagreed. “We’re not going to stop being your shadow until I see this for myself.”

Was he-? “So… you want to see me wrestle?” All of you seemed shocked, including Dean once it registered. “Could… could I wrestle you? I mean, that would be the best way for you to see what I know.” You trailed off, again holding your breath. This was crazy. Twenty years no contact, then being reunited only to fight one another within a few weeks? There was no way he was-

“Well… we are in Cincinnati. Every town loves a homegrown star. You got gear?” He smiled as you eagerly nodded. “I’ll go talk to Kurt. You change out. If you really want to do this.”

“Yeah.” You gave his shoulder a playful nudge. “Just promise you won’t take it easy on me, or get angry when I hit you good.”

“Gear first. Smack talk later.” He shoved you gently to get moving down the hallway. Seth offered to help you find padding while Roman stayed with Dean. “So, she’s been training with you for how long?”

“Oh, a couple months on top of some free kickboxing classes she got in college. Should have told you, sorry about that.” Roman placed his hand on Dean’s shoulder. “And Uce… she moves like you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. All on her own. Unprompted. Freaked Seth and I both out the first time. It’s going to be a great match.”

Dean chuckled. “We gotta convince Kurt first.”

Kurt didn’t need convincing at all. He gave you guys the last spot before the main event between Nia and Ember.

Seth and Roman were going to stay backstage. They didn’t want to over-direct your movements in the ring, though they were humorously averse to not being able to mess with Dean. Seth promised to keep a list of things to work on.

Per your request, you had music to enter with too. Dean went first, basking in the homecoming and bouncing his way down to the ring. Your music started with a similar guitar riff that changed and dropped into a melody. It was one of your favorite songs with the words removed.

Entering the arena as a competitor, even if it was against Dean, was something you were never going to forget. The roar of it all filled your ears like an energizing static. And it was Cincinnati. They knew you were family. There was so much love. You hoped that you were going to be able to uphold their expectations, and the expectations of everyone who had helped you get this far. You wondered if your parents were watching.

The bell rang.

Despite what he was going to say later, Dean was taking it easy on you. And despite part of you screaming that was unfair, you were glad he was. Sparing with your friends/trainers was one thing. Wrestling with several thousand pairs of eyes watching? It was terrifying. It had been all love a few minutes ago, but now they wanted to see the Lunatic Fringe and if you had any of that in you too.

“Come on, Y/N. What’cha got?” he taunted playfully. Right before you swept his legs out from under him and moved for your first pin.

Mostly you were avoiding getting hit. At one point you ducked under Dean’s clothesline and ended up sitting on a top turnbuckle. When Dean finally found you, you gave him a cheeky smile and a finger-wiggling wave that made him beam. It was also your position for the move you’d been working on. Dean headed in your direction, but you spun off the ropes and swung your fist like Roman showed you. You were able to give most of it to Dean, though he turned a little and was able to get back to his feet.

“What the hell was that?” he asked, holding his jaw.

“A… um… tornado punch?” You shrugged.

He nodded. “I like it.”

After that, it was mostly showing off. He got you a few times, though you had to admit Sheamus hit you much harder. You impressed him by getting out of a Dirty Deeds and nearly dropping him in one of your own. He circled the ring with you following his steps. Your cheeks were probably going to be more sore than the rest of you with all the gleeful smiling you couldn’t control. And he didn’t take advantage when you were distracted by the first chanting of your name.

But others did.

Dean gave a shout as a forearm came from the corner of your eye. You saw him go down at the same time as you. The ref was yelling for your attackers to get out of the ring. The match was ended, but the assault continued. Hands wove their way into your hair and lifted you to your feet. Mojo Rawley had a hold of Dean and Mickie James had a hold of you. They hit you both in the stomach, bowing you in half, before making their escape back the way they came.

From your kneeling positions, you looked at each other with equal confusion.

“What the hell was that?” you asked.

“Welcome to WWE,” Dean quipped. He helped you to your feet and gave you a pat on the back. “You’ve been taught good. I’m impressed.”

The pain in your stomach was overwritten with pride. A pride that continued to swell when the crowd starting cheering again. You two left, nudging and bumping each other up the ramp like you used to do when Dean would pick you up from school.

Nia Jax and Ember Moon were unbothered by the actions of Mickie. If anything, there was one less woman to worry about since her attention was split.

It was a mix of styles from two powerful women. Ember was fast, but Nia had dealt with that before. She easily caught Ember a number of times, throwing her over her shoulder for Samoan drops, bench presses, and gravity drops. Ember had survived just as much before. While it was unfortunate to get snatched off her feet so easily, she also knew where and when to hit Nia to cut her down the most.

Nia was impressed. Few women actively engaged in matches with her. In an honorable way that is. Ember was obviously not following in the footsteps of the opponents before her who would run away or attack from behind. She looked Nia in the eye and gave as much she got. Nia appreciated it. What she didn’t appreciate was how Ember was beating her. The speed, though waning, was proving to be formidable.

Ember got Nia in position for the Eclipse. She was seconds away from her first main roster title, but that was seconds to many. Nia turned and caught her leap, then threw her to the match before performing a leg drop that finished the match.

The ref handed Nia back her title, who held it overhead while he lifted her hand and Ember heaved in pain.

“You did good,” Nia said. “I was better.” She smiled and held the title in Ember’s face. “But I get the feeling this is going to be yours one day. Not any time soon,” she laughed, “but we’ll fight again.”

Ember accepted the hand Nia offered. “I look forward to it.”

Part 12: Nothing Has Changed

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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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To Heaven and Back

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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.”

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Let Him Know

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Prompt: “Are your requests still open? Cause I need some Drew McIntyre smut and that Joe fic you wrote blew my mind. Like y’all are already together and he gets jealous because Dolph keeps being a flirt. So, like possessive dommy Drew staking his claim.” – @ballins-princess  

Pairing: Dom!Drew McIntyre x Reader (Y/N)

Warnings/Promises: SMUT, oral (male receiving)

Word Count: 1430

Note: I apologize to any of my readers who like Dolph. He keeps getting hate in my fics… and will in this one too. He is a fantastic athlete, but I love to hate him with almost as much fervor as I do Miz. (There is a Dolph smut in the works though.) If you have an idea of your own, let me know! My requests and my tag lists are open. I hope you guys enjoy this. 

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Your cheeks hurt. Like ‘Oh my gosh will my mother ever stop taking pictures’ hurt. The hurt that reminded you of the ‘your face will freeze that way’ threat… as if hadn’t already.

“You have a really cute laugh, Y/N,” Dolph said for the millionth time that afternoon. “Are you from Tennessee?”

Heaven help you.

“’Cause you are the only ten-I-see on the roster.” He grinned, proud of himself as you forced yourself to laugh again.

“Did you steal that from Tye Dillinger? ‘Cause the ten-thing sounds like his style.” You leaned further back into the wall as Dolph leaned in like telling you a secret.

“Nah, it’s all me, sweetheart.”

He’s your love’s partner. You had to be nice to him. You couldn’t be the cause of issues. Drew had enough to worry about. You could handle this. For at least a few minutes more. Hopefully.

“Is this man both’rin’ you?” Drew strode into view over Dolph’s shoulder.

“No,” you breathed, relieved when Dolph moved away. “Thanks for the entertainment. Shall we?” You grabbed your purse and quickly rushed to Drew’s side. He was confused when you dragged him away until you were far enough away to take a breather.

“Was he botherin’ you?” The growl underlying his voice made you panic.

“No. Not at all. It’s just… it’s just Dolph you know,” you laughed. “You know how he never shuts up. Really.” You gulped as Drew crossed his arms. “Drew-“

He hummed to cut you short. “Don’t lie to me. What’s wrong?” He kept staring at you with the same intensity as you tried to brush it off. But he saw straight through you. “Yer raight. I know Dolph.” Drew took a deep breath. “Tha bugger doesn’ know when to keep his mouth shut. I’m gonna give ‘im a lesson.”

“No, Drew.” You placed yourself between him and the path back to Dolph. “Not tonight. Tomorrow, please. Let us have tonight. I’m with you,” you wrapped your arms around his waist and felt his tense torso relax, “and I want to enjoy tonight. With you.”

Still, Drew growled. “Fine. Tomorrow I’m gunna let ‘im know that his advances are… unwelcome.” It made you shiver to see him tilt his head in that way. The way he did when he was going to get something he wanted. “How attached are you to the plan of dinner?”

“Not at all.”

“Good.” He suddenly had you trapped between him and the wall with his hand resting on your throat. “Because Dolph can’t flirt with you if you can’t walk enou’ to leave tha bed.”

“Strip.”

Your clothes dropped to the floor of your hotel room as fast as you could fumble out of the buttons and zippers. For whatever reason, your bra clasps got stuck. Your heart jumped to your throat as Drew stepped towards you.

“Allow me.” He stared down at you, reaching behind and freeing you. His hands grazed down your sides to your hips. With the slightest touch, he sent the last of the fabric to the floor. His breath caught in his throat and he reached up to thumb over your nipples. You closed your eyes in bliss, leaning into his touch. He stepped back and smiled as you whined. Drew palmed at the large bulge in his pants. You licked your lips, then flicked your eyes back up to his face. Where they were supposed to be.

He sat down on the bed and tilted his head so he could appreciate your form better. You stayed as still as you could, despite the buzzing under your skin. Again, your eyes drifted down to the bulge in his pants.

“Do ya want it?” He caught your eye with a bemused expression on his face. When you nodded, he leaned back on the bed and motioned you over with two curling fingers. You took slow steps, trying not to seem too eager. “I asked, do ya want it?” You quickly closed the distance and reached for the buckle on his pants. He unbuttoned the top button of his suit shirt while you lowered his zipper. You reached through the slit in his short for his length, brushing your thumb along the vein while pulling it out.

Bracing yourself on his thighs, you leaned down and gave his head a test lick. Drew groaned and let his head fall back. His thighs tensed under your hands as you ventured further. You licked the underside of his length from base to tip, pleased when he gasped in surprise. You took a deep breath. With one last lick of your lips, you began to wrap your mouth around him. Hollow. Suck. Lick. Batt your eyes. Repeat. You found your rhythm and gave Drew what you knew he liked. Behind it, you hoped you were telling him how much you preferred to be there with him than anywhere with Dolph.

You whined as Drew gently took hold of your hair and pulled you away.

“Nu-uh. I’m in control.”

“Yes, Sir,” you said without hesitation.

Drew couldn’t hide the dimple that peaked out. “Good girl.” He moved you to one side so he could stand and shed his pants and shorts. You took the initiative to unbutton his shirt. When it was open, you wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed yourself into his warm chest, breathing deeply. His fingers combed through your hair and his chest began to rise and fall to match your breathing.

With a shrug, he dropped the shirt to the floor. You squealed as he fell back onto the bed with you trapped in his arms. He guided you up to sit on his stomach. Automatically, your hands splayed open across his pecs, which rippled under your touch. His hands came to rest on your hips. With a smirk, he began to guide you to slide back and forth. His cock was trapped beneath you. Your hips bucked each time the tip bumped into your clit. You tried to rush back for that sensation, but he maintained the pace. The longer he controlled you, the wetter you became.

Finally, he helped you up to sink down on his cock. You wiggled your hips at the bottom, feeling him fill you up so perfectly. A sigh fell from your lips. Your eyes snapped open from their hazy relaxed state and you slapped a hand over your mouth. Drew reached up and brought your hand back to his chest.

“I want ta hear ya, love. An’ by the time I’m done with ya, the whole floor is gonna know who you belon’ ta.”

Next thing you knew, you were on your back and Drew was holding your legs up and wide for him. You screamed his name as he thrust roughly into you. You saw stars. Clawing at the sheets, you fought to keep your eyes open because the view was spectacular.

Drew’s eyes were blazing. His hair had fallen over his face, and it swung as he rocked his hips forward and back. His skin was shiny with sweat, which dripped down between the curves of his abs. His chiseled jaw was taunt. You were mostly drawn to his lips, pursed tightly together though occasionally opening to let out a puff or a shout. Drew’s eyes drooped shut as your walls clamped around him.

“Cum, lass. Don’t worry; it won’t be ya last tonight.”

Your toes curled as he leaned forward to bury himself further in your heat. The blood rushing in your ears gave way to ringing when Drew flicked at your clit. You arched as far as you could go, then fell back into the sheets. Drew followed with a shout of his own, followed by moaning your name.

One he had eased out of you, he fell to lay beside you. You curled yourself into his chest, tucking your head under his chin. You were fighting off sleep when he started to stroke your arm.

“Rest, love. Just for a bit,” he hummed. “Dolph’s gonna be in ta next room in a few hours, probl’y alone. And I plan on making sure he hears who ya belong to as well.” He made room for you as you wriggled up to lay next to him on the pillows.

You smiled and bit your bottom lip. “Nothing like hearing how it should be done to get the lesson through his thick skull. I’m yours. And nobody is going to take me away from you.”

Drew nipped along the underside of your jaw to your ear. “Yer damn raight.”

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Tag List and Request Options

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In general fandom tag options, there are DC, Marvel, Supernatural, and WWE.

For Characters tag lists: 

  DC: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, and Jason Todd 

  Marvel: Bucky Barnes, Erik Killmonger, Kevin Ford, Loki, Steve Rogers, and Ulysses Klaue

  Supernatural: Dean and Sam Winchester, Castiel, and Lucifer

  WWE: 205 Live, Baron Corbin, Buddy Murphy, Cesaro, Elias Samson, Finn Balor, Jack Gallagher, Mojo Rawley, Neville, Noam Dar, Roman Reigns, Sami Zayn, Samoa Joe, Sheamus, Tommaso Ciampa, and either Uso.

I can write more characters as they are requested (like I have for Elliot Spencer, Eggsy Unwin, Sherlock, Tim McGee, and Tony DiNozzo).  

Please let me know at any time if you would like to be added to a tag list. (By request or personal message.) And you can request a fic about anyone on this too! You don’t have to be shy. My only uncrossable lines are underage readers (18+ only) underaged characters, ships, or cheating. I try to write for you guys as much as I write for me. 

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