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brokenwinchesterr · 7 years

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Some Things Never Change- Seth Rollins x Reader

This is my piece for @fan-fiction-galore and @thewriterformerlytaggedas 31 Little Wrestling Fics writing challenge. I’m not gonna lie. There was a few times I thought about dropping out because I had homecoming this week and tbh it kicked my ass. I had one day last week when I came home from planning where I just cried. It was such a cluster fuck and the people who were helping plan the dance we were doing weren't doing their part. I ended up doing most of it and I paid for most of the shit anyway. Regardless I made it through and I'm pretty proud of this. I also edited it but I'm not sure how good I've done so please let me know if something is fucked up and ill fix it!

I hope you all enjoy and please leave me feedback! I know deep down this isn't my best work but I really enjoyed writing it and I think it turned out pretty good.

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader, if you squint really hard Bayley x Corey Word Count: 4,448 (this is a lot more than planned) Warnings: Language, bullying I guess ( Corey is a real asshole) A/N: okay THIS IS SUPER IMPORTANT. So as mentioned above Corey really is an asshole. I wrote him like that because in real life I hate him. I have never hated anyone like I hate him. Now I'm not trying to force you all to hate him and I’m not trying to say fuck you if you like Corey. I’m trying to avoid issues of people who like Corey by warning y'all.

IF YOU LIKE COREY AND DONT WANT TO SEE HIM GET KINDA SHIT ON DONT READ THIS!!

I’ve warned you all.

The life of an athlete was a though one. Constantly traveling and putting their lives on the line could be stressful. Being a professional wrestler was seemingly more taxing than any other athletic job because it's not just being an athlete it's being an actor. That meant that days off were rare. Days off when everyone could just hang out and have fun together as themselves were rare. That's how they all got themselves into this mess. They were in the town of Appleton; a place in Wisconsin, exploring some ruins of a house which is supposed to be haunted. That's according to some locals anyway. They had been sitting in silence until Sami spoke up.

" Whose idea was this anyway?" Sami asked. Seth immediately pointed at Y/N who had her head buried in her phone. She was trying to find the exact location of the house which was not an easy task.

" Literally everything about this is illegal!" Sami exclaimed, concern written all over his features.

" You're completely right, Sami, but it's the season of halloween and we have to be spoopy.'' Y/N responded looking up at him.

" Spoopy?" Bray asked, meeting her eyes in the rearview mirror. Y/N nodded. He just raised his eyebrows in response, and shook his head, before turning his focus back to the road. They had somehow managed to coerce him to driving; Sami sat in the passenger seat (though with a lot of protest. He always claimed Bray freaked him out) with Seth directly behind him, and Y/N to his left. Behind Y/N was Bayley, who felt the need to continuously play with her hair. She claimed it was 'as soft as a baby's butt.' To Bayley's right was Corey Graves, a long time friend of Seth's.

They had been on the road for quite a while until it was becoming clear that the long drive was getting to everyone. By everyone, mostly Y/N and Corey. Tensions were at an all time high between the two who were, for some random reason, arguing about the show Supernatural; something Corey had never even seen before. So of course, Y/N being the die-hard fan she is began to get irritated because ,'' who was this idiot to say it's shit when he's never seen it before.''

" You know a show is shit when the bump it for another show.'' He shot back, talking about when the twelfth season of Supernatural got bumped for the first season Riverdale.

She took a breath, ready to destroy his claim, but she paused, and instead said," Y'know what Corey? I'm not gonna argue with you. I'm just gonna let you keep blowing smoke out of your ass because it's what you do best.'' You could hear in her voice that she was tired of the constant issues from Corey. She looked over to Seth, giving him a look that said,' I told you he was going to be a problem.' Bayley suggested they play the quiet game, and for the rest of the ride, they sat in silence.

Once they got into town, Y/N suggested that they should pull over because she still had to find the actual address of the house. She decided to call an old friend to see if he knew where it was located. Scary things and adventuring were his specialties.

"Hello?" Spoke a gruff voice through the phone.

"Elton! Hey I'm so glad you answered," Y/N responded," I have a huge favor to ask you."

" Sure what's up?"

" So I managed to drag some friends to that place in Wisconsin that I was telling you about. We made it to the town, but now I'm not sure exactly where to go and I was wondering if you remembered where the actual house was?"

" Oh, um yeah, give me a sec to grab my computer."

There was a short pause, some rustling, then some barking, which Y/N assumed was from Circa, Elton's dog, and then he was back on the receiver with a," Sorry. It was buried under a bunch of new shirts."

Elton owned a clothing brand and he was currently in the process of creating new products. It was something he'd been working on for a long time.

" You'll have to tell me all about the shirts another time, but right now I really need to know where the house is."

" Alright. So, when you first pull into town, your gonna want to take an immediate left. It's not gonna look like it's a road, but I promise you, it's there. Then the road is gonna continue for a few miles and then it'll come to a 'T'. Go right. Follow the road and you'll see the house. It's fenced off and it's a little bit of a hike to get to it, but honestly it's not that bad. I'm not sure how you're gonna get through the fence but I'm sure you'll figure it out."

" Awesome! Thank you so much Elton! I don't know what I'd do with out you.'' Y/N spoke a smile beginning to grace her features. She truly loved and appreciated her friends.

" You'd probably die.'' he responded with a chuckle.

" True. True.''

"Be safe, and I'll see you soon, yeah?"

" Of course.'' Y/N answered as she hung up the phone. A lunch meet up was already in her schedule.

" So what's the deal.'' Seth asked.

Y/N let out a breath," He said it's an immediate left on a road that doesn't look like a road but is actually a road. I'm assuming it's back the way we came just 'cause we've already been driving for quite a while.''

" There was a little opening between some trees not to long ago.'' Bayley spoke up.

" Then that's probably it! Great, now let's get back on the road.'' Sami said jumping into the conversation, while motioning at the car. Everyone loaded up and they began the shortish drive to the house.

Surprisingly they had made it without very many problems. The only thing was Corey’s constant talking, but when is it not a problem for Y/N.

" It looks more like ruins of a house than an actual house. I was expecting this huge thing.'' Seth said, motioning with his hands, leaning against the car door he just closed.

" Well appearances don't always matter.'' Y/N replied to him, poking his chest to punctuate each word.

" Are you trying to call me ugly with out actually saying it?" He responded pulling her in for a hug.

" Why would I do that?'' Y/N looked up at him.

" You never know.'' A small smile appeared. He leaned down and just as his lips were about to meet Y/N's, they heard Corey's voice." Alright lovebirds if we're gonna do this I'd rather it not be dark, so can we hurry it up?"

Y/N let out a screeching noise and looked to Corey,'' No one gives a fuck. Literally. We got here like, five seconds ago. Plus, we have no idea how we're gonna get through this fence yet.''

" We could probably hop it to be honest.''Seth said, running his hands up and down Y/N's sides.

" Um, I don't know Seth. Some of us are kind of short.'' Bayley said, speaking of herself and Y/N.

" We'll help.'' Sami responded.

Seth was the first one over, with Y/N passing the ouija board through the slit where the fence panels connected. Sami had a backpack that he through over next, and looked to one of the girls.

" Who's going next?"

They looked to each other and the fence. It was pretty damn high.

" Hey, both of you look at me.'' Seth spoke through the fence, sensing the fear. '' Its just like climbing a steel cage. You can do it.''

" I'll go.'' Bayley said after a few moments of silence. She looked as nervous as she was for her Mania match. Sami stood at the fence ready to boost her while the other three stood back to catch her incase she fell. When she reached the top it didn't take her long to drop onto the ground of the other side of the fence.

" Wow. I don't know if I'll be able to handle a real ghost if I can't handle this.'' She added, wiping the sweat from her hands. Sami pulled himself up and over next, leaving Y/N, Bray, and Corey on the other side.

" Your turn.'' Corey said, ready to boost her.

" Fuck you.'' She responded as she put her foot in his hands as a rest. Once she had almost steadied herself at the top, she felt Corey's grip on her leg release, and had she not had a good center of gravity she would have toppled to the ground. Instead she had managed to shift herself so she fell towards the other three in the group.

" Fuck.'' She spoke, feeling Seth's arms steady her on her feet.

" Corey what the hell?" Seth asked.

" I-I'm sorry, I don't know what happened.''

" He nearly passed out.'' Bray said finally.

" Why though?"

" I'm not to sure."

"Let's just.. get everyone on the same side of the fence please.'' Bayley said turning to face the house on the hill, as the other two men made their way over.

The outside of the house wasn't very bad. Of course, it was run down, the paint was peeling, and most of the grass and brush were dead, but it was two stories plus an attic, had a decent sized yard, and was probably the talk of the town before it was haunted and abandoned. To Y/N, all the caution tape and signs were no big deal, just a part of exploring, but of course, Corey couldn't keep his mouth shut. He went on a whole rant about how they could get arrested for this and how lucky she was that he didn't call their boss and complain that she was doing illegal stuff. Once they had managed to make it to the door Y/N sprawled out on the steps and groaned.

" This is my life now," Y/N started, speaking in a melodramatic manor, " I have climbed this hill and now I will die upon it."

" C'mon you're fine.'' Seth responded pulling her up into him and pressing a kiss to her forehead. He had been keeping her close ever since the incident at the fence.

'' We were only hiking for like twenty minutes.'' Sami said questioningly, shaking his head.

" Do we really want to do this?" Bayley asked. She was the only other female on the roster willing to come with them to the supposed 'haunted' ruins. They were going to bring Dean as well but with some last minute plans with Renee they 'settled with Corey' as Y/N would put it. Everyone else was too scared.

" We'll be fine, they don't seem to angry.'' Bray spoke, stoically. Bayley and Y/N locked eyes, sharing a worried glance.

" Good to know buddy,'' Seth said patting Bray on the shoulder and walking to the door. Corey remained at the bottom of the steps. Before Seth could even reach to open the door they began to hear noises coming from inside the house.

" God damn it, why are we doing this!'' Corey finally snapped,'' and why the hell did you bring a Ouija board, you know how I feel about that shit!" he said motioning to Y/N, who held it in her hands. Him and Y/N didn't get along to well, that was for sure established, if she was with Seth and Seth and Corey were friends then that made her and Corey friends, kind of. They shared a mutual hatred that Everyone knew about and that was how their relationship worked. Hell even people who didn't know them knew it. The vibes they had when they were around each other were absolutely toxic. Couldn't they keep their feelings at bay for one night?

" Because it's Halloween time, stupid.'' She replied as if it were obvious, " we're at a haunted house, and it's gonna get dark eventually. Why else would I have it?''

" The house is not haunted.''

''Bet.'' Y/N began.

" Alright, Alright, enough you two.'' Seth spoke locking eyes with the woman he called his girlfriend. She shook her head mumbling a whatever and pushing past him reaching to open the door.

" I wouldn't do that just yet,'' Sami spoke hurriedly, before Y/N could open the door, " I agree with Bayley. Are we really sure we want to do this?''

" I'm 100 percent sure. I don't know about y'all but I'm going in. We just did all that hiking and not to mention the fucking fence.'' Y/N said forcing her way around Sami and into the house.

" I don't want to leave her here a lone.'' Seth answered, shrugging. Bray said nothing and walked in behind Seth.

" I want to see if this house is really haunted.'' Corey responded, following closely behind the other two men.

" I'm with you on this one Sami but these are our friends.. Do we really want to leave them here alone so the could possibly get hurt?'' Bayley asked walking up the steps and standing next to Sami.

Sami just shook his head and said," C'mon.''

The inside of the house was dirty to say the least. When you walked in, immediately to the left was a flight of stairs, to the right of that was a door, probably to the basement, and a broken-looking table. There was definitely a lot of random clutter in the house before it became abandoned. To the direct right, was what seemed like the living room, and when you walked into it and went left, the kitchen was attached at the other side of the room.

Everyone was mostly looking around the living room. There were a lot of pictures considering how long it had been abandoned. Y/N had decided that she wanted to go explore the upstairs floor. When you walk up the stairs it runs directly into a corridor with quite a dew doors on each side. She was assuming that the people who built this house either had a very large family or they had a lot of stuff. She noticed there were quite a few pictures on the walls here too. They were all of the same man. He was always wearing a party hat and had some other person or pet in the photo with him. Just as she was about to enter the first room she heard her name being called from downstairs.

" They're ready to play the ouija board." Seth said to her.

" Alright then.'' She said plopping onto the ground in the middle of the living room.

They all filled in the circle around her,watching as Bray set the planchette on 'G'.

" If you don't want to play or don't believe, leave the circle.'' He spoke solemnly.

Corey stood up leaving Bray, Seth, Bayley, and Y/N sitting in a weird-square formation.

" Be careful when asking the questions. If you're joking or don't want to know the answer don't ask it,'' Y/N added,'' follow my lead to start.''

Everyone placed two fingers on the planchette and Y/N said,'' Ouija, we are here,'' while moving the planchette in three circles.

" Okay. It's ready.''

" Who wants to ask the first question?'' Seth asked looking around the group.

" I'll go,'' Bayley spoke. Y/N looked at her bewildered. '' If I'm gonna do it, might as well go all in.'' She finished shrugging. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing mind and heart.

" Are there any spirits here that would like to talk to us?” Bayley asked, a small quiver to her voice.

They sat for a few seconds, waiting for something to happen. Just as Y/N was about to say something she felt a movement under her fingers and she shut her eyes, afraid to look down. Was this really happening? When she opened her eyes the planchette rested on 'yes'.

" Fuck,'' Seth whispered in a faulty voice,'' I don't want to do this anymore.'' He took his fingers off the planchette.

" No! You're not supposed to do that!" Y/N screamed, nearly removing her fingers as well.

'' Why? What's gonna happen? I can't just put them back on?'' He asked, fear evident in his features. Y/N could tell he was trying to mask it, but she knew him all to well.

" It don't work like that.'' Bray responded.

" Well, why the hell not?" Seth asked. Y/N was about to respond when a groan sounded from somewhere around the house.

" Old houses make noises. It's normal,'' Y/N said. Another groan was heard,".... right?''

" Of course they do.'' Corey said. But it wasn't in a sarcastic or rude way. That gave a little shock to everyone. It’s crazy what fear does to a person.

" Am I gonna die now or something?'' Seth asked.

" No, you should be fine. I'm not entirely sure though.'' Bray responded.

" Let's just ask another question.'' Bayley said quickly.

" When did you die?'' Y/N asked, trying to relieve some of the tension in the air. It was thick like butter. The planchette remained still, and then flung itself off the board and into the wall

" It didn't like that question.'' Seth exclaimed.

The front door which they left open was slammed shut, causing many photos to fall of their places on the wall. Everyone looked around waiting to see what would happen next. Crashes could be heard from the kitchen where leftover dishes and cutlery were crashing to the ground.

" Upstairs!'' Bray shouted, grabbing the Ouija board and throwing it at the wall. The group watched as it broke to pieces." Go!"

Everyone bounded up the stairs and Sami had made a hard right into the first room. Everyone stood, trying to catch their breath.

Seth opened his mouth to speak but the only thing that was heard was the sound of the door slamming.

The next thing Y/N knew, she was being thrown into a wall; the force of the collision had her seeing stars. She heard the fearful screams of Bayley as other object got thrown around the room. She had heard that playing the ouija board wrong angered spirits, but to this extent? It was a little much. What had they done wrong? Corey was the only one who didn't want to play and he didn't. The weren't being intentionally disrespectful and even though Bray was pretty weird when it came to demonic stuff she believed him when he had said that they weren't too angry. Why was he wrong? By the time she had regained her bearings, things had calmed down. Bayley wasn't screaming but she was sitting in a corner, letting the sobs overtake her and Corey had wandered over to her to try to calm her down. You could still hear objects being thrown around the rest of the house as different doors continued to slam. Sami looked as if he might have started crying. Y/N was looking around the room and noticed immediately that things were wrong. Bray was lying in the center of the room in a heap. Y/N also noticed that Seth was no where to be seen.

' He's probably in a different room.' She though, more like hoped, to herself as she raced over to Bray's side.

The last thing she needed was to have to explain that she got him killed because they went to a literal haunted house. She had noticed that Bray had blood running down from his nose. The moment she placed her hand on his chest to feel for a beat, his eyes shot open and he looked around, frantically, as if he were expecting more damage than that had actually been done. He knew one thing for sure. They had to get out of that house. She helped pull him to his feet and ran to the door. It was closed. In her head she was praying it wasn't locked. What would they even do if it was? No one would be around to hear them scream, let alone to save them. She breathed a huge sigh of relief when the knob turned. She looked behind her to see everyone up and ready to follow her next move. Bayley was clearly leaning on Corey, while Bray stood on his own, leaning his weight to one side of his body. Sami stood in the back ready for whatever may come, with his arms wrapped around himself.

What had Y/N gotten herself and her friends into? She was about to cry herself when the checked every room on the second floor and saw no sign of Seth. Everything in the living room and kitchen looked the same, except for one thing. The door that lead to what they thought was the basement was closed. Sami and Corey had gone to check the other side of the first floor, after leaving Bray and Bayley sitting on the floor of the living room. Y/N remained in front of the basement door. She knew deep down that they were going to have to go in there. There was no other option. To her, it didn't matter what the others thought. If they wanted to leave they could. She was not about to leave a man who she had spent the better part of a year with. He wouldn't leave her.

Soon Y/N felt the presence of the guys behind her.

" We need to leave, now. Let's just go down there, not let our fear get to us, and grab Seth.'' Corey said.

" What if he isn't down there?'' Sami asked.

" Are you fucking ser-" Y/N started.

" No I don't mean it like that. I just mean what if he actually isn't down there.''

Y/N was at a loss for words. She didn't want to think is he wasn't down there. He had to be.

" We'll cross that bridge if we get to it.'' Corey spoke reaching to open the door. He took a breath and swung the flat of wood in. It was dark, and seemingly cold; way colder than the rest of the house. Y/N had never appreciated Corey more.

" We got this.'' Sami said pulling a flashlight out of his bag. Corey grabbed the flashlight from him and took the lead. As the trio descended down the steps Y/N automatically had an uneasy feeling. She was ready to go home and curl in a ball.

The basement was full to the brim. There were shelves upon shelves of survival stuff. MRI'S, medkits, canned food, jugs of water. What the hell was this? One thing in particular Y/N noticed was a random door in the wall. Corey and Sami had checked everything during the time she was looking around. This guy must have been a real doomsday prepper.

" Nothing.'' Corey said, looking at her with an underlying sadness. This was his best friend. Y/N motioned to the door she had just been staring at.

" That's the only place we haven't checked."

" Then let's get to it.'' Corey responded, reaching for the door. Sami grabbed a steel bar from one of the shelves. Y/N looked at him.

" What? Just in case.''

'' What are you going to do beat the ghost to death?"

" Maybe.''

Corey shook his head heaving the heavy metal door open. Y/N peaked her head in and let out a gasp. Seth was in a chair with a party hat strapped to his head. Just as she was about to step in, a man appeared. He was wearing a party hat just like Seth's. Y/N recognized him to be the man from all the pictures from upstairs.

" Want to join the party?" The thing spoke. Y/N nearly let out a scream before she felt some one pull her by the back of her shirt. She looked to Corey who had pulled her out of the doorway and away from the ghost. Sami had decided to chuck the steel bar and it 'hit' the ghost. The bar clattered to the ground. It faltered for a second and disappeared.

" I can't believe that actually worked!'' Sami exclaimed as Corey pat him on the back. Y/N ran over to the chair where Seth was beginning to stir. He groaned and opened his eyes looking at her.

" Hey. Oh my god. Hi.'' Y/N started babbling. " I thought you were gone.''

" No. I'm okay.'' He responded, letting out a groan, sitting up in the chair.

" We should go.'' Sami suggested.'' I don't know how long that ghost is gonna be gone for.'' He picked up the steel bar. Just in case. Y/N helped Seth rise to his feet and he placed his arm around her shoulder. They made their way up the stairs in silence, and as soon as Bayley caught sight of them she was up and asking a bunch of questions.

" Can we do this in the car? I wanna get out of here.'' Seth said as his grip tightened on Y/N.

" Oh yeah, of course. Sorry.'' Bayley replied. She pulled Bray up with her and then they set out to leave.

Y/N breathed a sigh of relief as Sami swung the front door open. She clung to Seth like she hadn't seen him in years, afraid he'd get taken from her again. Maybe actual haunted places were a no go. She was glad that at least everyone was a little closer than before.

Once they had made it back over the fence and into the car, everyone paused and took a breath.

" That was the fucking worst idea ever.'' Corey griped.

" I know, and I'm sorry. Looking back on it, I probably should've picked a fake haunted place.'' Y/N responded. Sami started the car and let out a little laugh.

" Now this is something I thought I'd never see. Y/N and Corey getting along. Sort of.''

" Ha Ha. Fantastic. Relish in it somewhere far away from here." Bray spoke up from the back.

" Okay, Okay I'm going.'' Sami said.

" What if we went to fright fest at six flags?" Y/N asked.

" NO!”

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I was in the mood to write some Bray, cause there isn’t enough out there.

Reader feels empathy for Bray after Randy’s attack on his home, so she tries to comfort him. Bray becomes intrigued by her and a bond starts to form between them. Kinda fluffy and later on gets smutty.

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I stood backstage. My hand covering my mouth as I watched Randy’s attack on everything that Bray held dear.

The entire room was silent. Everybody who was within walking distance of the monitors, were huddled around in shock and quite frankly, disgust.

Ever since I started doing hair backstage, I had grown to know a lot of the wrestlers well. I had known Randy for several years and this was the most vindictive I had ever seen him.

“What the hell?” AJ finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

Bray was on his knees in the ring, the most vulnerable looking human being. That was one word that I thought I would never associate with him…vulnerable.

He was dark, he was damaged but never vulnerable. He was laid bare in the middle of the canvas. His eyes practically sheened with tears, his pleas for Randy to stop going unanswered and unacknowledged.

In that moment, I knew that I had to try to comfort him.

Nobody else would.

Everyone was so afraid of him. He no longer had Luke by his side. Randy had turned his world upside down by revealing their relationship as a lie.

Bray didn’t have anyone.

And I wasn’t afraid.

I found him, later on as the 205 taping got underway.

He was sitting in the corner of a hallway on top of a stack of equipment boxes. His hat was down over his eyes and he was staring at the cement ground beneath his boots.

I expected him to look up as I approached. His senses were always extremely heightened but…Nothing.

Finally, I reached him and crouched down on the floor just in front of his feet.

“Bray?” I whispered, my voice surprisingly a little shaky.

His head slowly rose up and his eyes, still misted with tears, looked into mine.

“Is there anything that I can do?”

I had worked on his hair before and we had the occasional exchange but I had never really talked to him until now.

“Darkness,” he finally spoke, his voice low and rough “I am constantly surrounded by darkness…And yet, you sought me out.”

“I just, I know that you must be in so much pain,” I reached out, testing his reaction as my hand hovered above his knee.

He didn’t move away, so I rested it there comfortingly.

“Pain?” he chuckled “Pain goes away, pain does not last…I am in something far greater than that…There are no words to describe it.”

“I’m so sorry,” I sighed, my hand lightly squeezing his knee.

His hand shot out quickly and covered mine, causing me to gasp at how fast his reflexes were.

“There is so much light in you,” he whispered, his fingers methodically petting mine “Darkness does not draw light.”

“I think you’re wrong,” I shifted in my crouching position “Darkness needs light. How else would we know the difference?”

A smile turned up on his lips and he shook his head, almost pleased at my philosophical rebuttal.

“Darkness is corruption,” he stopped moving his fingers and rested his hand across mine “Darkness…is danger….Darkness is a breeding ground for treachery and betrayals.”

“Randy always had his own darkness,” I covered his hand with my other one “You didn’t ask for this, Bray.”

“You aren’t afraid of me,” he laughed, tilting his hat up out of his eyes “Are you?”

“No,” I shook my head “Why should I be?”

He pulled his hand away from mine, and lightly touched my cheek.

“Sweet girl,” he whispered “I advise you to stay away from the darkness. It will take the beauty that you have and wither it away.”

“I’m not afraid,” I sighed, standing to my feet “I’ve never known you to push others from it, either.”

“Perhaps, I see something in you…That I’ve never seen in another,” he stood too, his hands nervously shaking by his sides “Perhaps, the kindness you have shown…Makes you special.”

“Special?” I wrapped my arms around myself.

“Perhaps you have given me the light that I need, to rebuild…To take back what is mine.”

He reached out for my hand and raised it to his lips, lightly treading a kiss across the back of it.

Then, he was gone.

The following week, Bray extracted his revenge on Randy. It was his turn to cower and squirm. Bray seemed rejuvenated, no longer the broken man I had spoken with earlier.

A few nights later, I headed to a bar after a long night of filming. I purposely sought out one that I assumed nobody else I knew would go. It was dark and a little sketchy but the whiskey was good.

I was just about to leave, when a man who towered over me with broad arms and a leather jacket stepped in front of me.

“You duckin’ out already?” he raised an eyebrow at me.

I felt the hair on my arms stand up.

“Excuse me?”

“I’ve been watching you,” he moved closer “A woman like you is hard to miss.”

“I’m sorry,” I tried to push passed him “I don’t have time for…”

“Oh darlin’, we have all the time in the world,” he easily held me back.

“What I think the lady means, is that she wants you to let her pass.”

We both looked around to see Bray standing in the doorway.

“It would benefit you greatly, sir, if you were to do as she asked.”

Despite the fact that the stranger was much larger than Bray, he backed down immediately. Something in Bray’s eyes always made people fall to him.

He was gone in an instant and Bray was still standing in front of me.

“Thanks,” I smiled softly at him.

“This is no place for you,” he shook his head, opening the door and ushering me outside into the chilly night.

I pulled my coat on and drew in a breath of fresh air.

“How did you know where I was?” I turned to him.

A grin fell upon his lips but he didn’t answer the question.

“I wanted to thank you,” he spoke after we had been walking for a few seconds.

“Thank me?” I looked over at him.

“It was your kindness, in my most darkest hour, that helped me see what had to be done.”

“I’m glad you feel better,” I admitted.

Even though I had no understanding of the ritual Bray had performed, it seemed to have made him somewhat whole again.

“I have what is mine again,” he assured me “Randy, is no match for me now…Even if he were to take my title, I still have a hold on him that is far more powerful.”

“I believe you,” I stopped walking and turned to him “But…don’t you ever want something more? Something other than what you were able to get back? Something different?”

"You seem to have something in mind.”

“It’s just,” I sighed nervously “I know we don’t know each other very well but…I see good in you. You may not…but I do. Your words have the power to move people. You could do so much more…”

“You speak as though you believe what you’re saying,” he answered back, his face stoic and a little stunned.

“I do believe it,” I brushed my hair behind my ears as the wind blew “I believe there is good in you, Bray.”

“Then is there darkness in you?” he stepped closer.

“We all have both,” I whispered “It just depends on which one we choose to listen to.”

He laughed, another one of his impressed chuckles that lit up his whole face.

“I have chosen one path and you another,” he rested his finger under my chin.

“Then together,” I looked up into his eyes “We would be unstoppable, wouldn’t we?”

I watched as his chest heaved with his quickened breathing. His tongue darted across his lips, as he pulled my chin closer to him.

“And you do not wish to run?” he whispered.

“No,” I shook my head.

His lips rushed toward mine, taking them completely under his control. His hands roamed through my hair, tugging and tangling the strands. A growl escaped his mouth and roared into mine. I managed to get my hands on either side of his face, pulling him closer with each kiss.

His tongue finally met mine and pressed against it sharply. I moaned against him, his kisses becoming even more hungry.

When our lips parted, our foreheads rested against each other. We both were gasping for breath. I was shaking and I was pretty sure he was too.

“My sweet girl,” he whispered, “Perhaps light is just what I need for the darkness that surrounds me.”

I smiled before he kissed me again.

Bray and I formed a bond over the next few months, that grew stronger by the day.

He lost his title to Randy but he would have a shot to get it back.

He seemed happier, back to himself completely again.

I loved watching him smile when we were together, although he tried to hide it more often than not.

One night, after taping was over, he showed up to the makeup room.

I was putting away all the hair styling tools I carried with me, when I looked up to see him watching me.

“Have you always been a voyeur?” I smirked, fastening my case shut.

He chuckled, shutting the door behind him and locking it.

“I am a jack of many trades, my sweet girl,” he sat down in one of the stylist chairs and watched me finish my packing.

I was just about to pack up my styling scissors when the idea struck me. I had been wanting Bray to lose some of his beard. It was getting too long.

“Can I trim your beard?” I smiled, holding the scissors up in my hand.

He shifted uncomfortably in the seat.

“Please?” I whispered, walking closer to him.

He ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek and nodded his head.

“Just a little,” I assured him.

Even though I was wearing a dress, I straddled his lap slowly. I watched him tense as I got closer to him than I had ever been.

“Sit really still,” I smiled, as I began to precisely trim the edges.

He kept his eyes on me the entire time. Each movement that I made, caused the bulge in his pants to grow larger, as it pressed against my thigh.

I continued to trim it, snips of the scissors being the only sound in the room.

Finally, I tossed them onto a nearby table and ran my fingers through his beard.

“Much better,” I insisted, sliding my hands down his chest.

“What have you done to me?” he gasped, his hands sliding up my lower back.

“It’s just a trim,” I giggled “It’ll grow back.”

“No,” he breathed out “What has your soul done to me?”

Before I had a chance to answer, he kissed me. My hands immediately went to the buttons of his shirt and he hummed his approval into my mouth.

His fingers found the zipper to my dress and he slid it down my back slowly.

Bray’s lips went to the side of my neck, sucking marks as he went. I threw my head back and moaned with each one.

When he reached my collarbone, he slid the dress off me. His fingers unhooked my bra and he groaned as he pulled it off my body.

“You are my heart’s most darkest desire,” he whispered, his hands massaging my breasts.

“And you’re mine,” I gasped, before taking his mouth again.

We finally stood up and he backed me up against the door. I stepped out of my dress and his fingers began to stroke me through my panties.

“You don’t have to be gentle with me, Bray,” I started to grind against his hand “I promise.”

He flipped me around, my naked body pressing against the cold metal door. I heard his pants unzip, my panties hit the floor and then felt his breath on the back of my neck.

“You will be mine,” he gasped, his hand running along the curve of my ass.

I knew this was his way of giving me an out. If I wasn’t all in, now was my chance.

“Will you be mine?” I looked over my shoulder, my eyes pleading.

“My sweet girl,” he groaned, as I felt his dick push against my entrance “I will belong to you as much as I can belong to anyone.”

I gasped when he entered me, rough and powerful. His fingers gripped my hips tightly and groans escaped him as he pushed in and out of me.

He felt so good though. His body molded against mine and I felt like I was on fire in the most delicious way possible.

Bray’s teeth dug into the back of my neck and I cried out, mostly from surprise. He chuckled against the skin before I felt his tongue lap across it. His hand replaced his tongue, gripping the back of my neck to steady me against the wall.

“I have never felt a body more tantalizing than yours,” he growled, his hand letting go of my hip and sliding over my ass again.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, his thrusts becoming more piercing.

“Tell me,” he hissed “Tell me what you’re feeling?”

I closed my eyes and found myself chewing on my lip, biting into it with every thrust.

“You’ve never fucked like this before, have you?” I panted at last, his hand sliding around to draw circles over my clit.

He groaned but he didn’t answer me.

“You’ve never cared about the girl,” I moaned, his fingers working more vigorously “You never cared if she got off…But you care with me.”

His fingers pinched my clit and he rammed into me so hard, that it literally took my breath as my orgasm nearly toppled me to the ground.

“Bray!” I squealed, his hand jerking my head back against his neck.

His lips danced along my ear as he continued to pound into me.

“Tell me if I’m wrong,” I whispered, enjoying the feeling of him all around me.

He let go of me and I balanced my hands against the door. Two more thrusts and he came inside me. His whole body shaking against mine, satisfied grunts escaping his mouth.

I turned around, pushing my body flush against him.

“Tell me,” I ran my hands along his face.

“Your pleasure,” he danced his fingers up my waist “Is what my body desires.”

He drew my lower lip into his mouth and our kisses started to deepen again. His hand roamed down to my thigh, hooking my leg up around his waist.

“The light has broken through,” he gripped my leg tighter “Slipping into the cracks…Breaking up the darkness.”

That was my answer.

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Corbin's Anatomy

Prompt: Baron Fluff or Smut (you choose)where the reader is stressed over an anatomy final for college that is worth half of her class grade and Baron sees her struggling with everything and tries to make her feel better. @nightmareangeluniverse

Ya’ll know the words Anatomy and Smut go together….

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“The what?“ Baron scoffed, as he sat across from me on my dorm bed.

“The mental,” I laughed, pressing my hand flat across his forehead.

“They seriously call it that?”

“Doctors do, yeah,” I smirked, flipping to the next page in my anatomy book.

I loved when Baron came home from the road. It was hard dating a man who traveled so much, especially when I was still in college. My dreams of being a sports therapist were my own, but of course I wanted to get a job in the same company. Baron wanted that too.

“Ok,” I sighed, running my hand through my hair nervously.

“You all right?” he tilted my chin up with his thumb and pointer finger.

“Yeah,” I lied “It’s just, a lot of stress…You know, stupid college stuff.”

“It’s not stupid college stuff,” he scooted closer to me.

“You are constantly performing every single night in front of thousands of people,” I laughed “You have your own t-shirts, you know exactly what your life is going to be like. You know that a championship has your name on it.”

“First of all,” he lowered his voice, getting all scratchy like when he was angry “I thought I had my life figured out twice. Thought I was gonna be a boxer…Wasn’t fuckin’ good enough. Thought I was gonna play football and I got cut. So don’t think that because this is what I’m doing now, that it’s what I’m gonna do forever.”

“It’s what you want to do,” I sighed, pushing the hair that had fallen from his bun behind his ears “And you’re good at it.”

“And you’ll be good at this,” he picked up my book “You just gotta learn these stupid ass names.”

I giggled as I watched him flip through the pages.

“You know, maybe you could learn a few of those. That way when you crush someone’s body part, you’ll know what to call it….Kinda like when you pinned Ambrose under that forklift last week…”

“You saw that, huh?” he looked at me with a guilty expression.

“It was a little over the top, wasn’t it?” I scrunched up my nose.

“He pissed me off!” Baron stood up, the book still in his hands “You know I don’t stand for that shit.”

“Ok, touchy subject,” I stood and stared up into his eyes “Sorry, I’m sorry I brought it up."

"He’s fine,” Baron quipped, darting his tongue across his lower lip “If that’s what you’re wonderin’.”

“No,” I shook my head “I was wondering if since you’re holding my book, maybe you could help me?”

“How?” he raised an interested eyebrow.

“Well, that whole page is full of terms. Maybe you could ask me and I could explain where they are on the body?”

He drew in a deep breath and raised the book just below his eye level.

“Clavicle,” he shrugged.

“Here,” I reached up and ran my finger along his half-exposed collar bone.

I made sure to do it really slowly. I needed a break from all of this and teasing him might just be the release I needed.

I saw him flinch but he kept moving.

“Carpal.”

I took hold of his wrist, wrapping my tiny fingers around his much larger arm.

“Here,” I bit my lip as I looked up at him.

He was trying desperately to fight the smile he wanted to form on his lips. He hated smiling. He said it showed weakness.

“Umm,” he ran his eyes over the page quickly “Femoral.”

I grinned as I reached out, my hands squeezing his thighs through his black gym shorts.

“These,” I whispered, my voice going a little lower.

He shifted on his feet and cleared his throat.

“Inguinal canal,” he furrowed his brow “Canal?”

Perfect.

I stepped closer to him and wrapped my hand completely over his groin area. My fingers danced across him and rolled him underneath my palm.

“Right here, babe,” I stood up on my tip toes, my lips inches from his.

“Fuck,” he sighed, tossing the book onto the bed and leaning down to kiss me.

‘Mmm,“ I moaned as our mouths parted briefly "I could get used to lessons like this.”

“Me too,” he groaned before his teeth jutted out to dig into my lower lip.

I hissed, as the sensation of the blood running through my teeth reached my tongue. I ran it over them carefully, trying to free my teeth of all the red streaks.

“That’s lingual, right?” he growled, his thumb tracing across my open mouth.

“Mhm,” I nodded, my teeth nipping at his finger.

“Fuck,” he spat, when they finally dug into the flesh enough to leave a mark.

“Pollex,” I mumbled, as I licked the blood off the end of his thumb and sucked it into my mouth.

He chuckled in a dark volume before he pulled his cut up End of Days shirt over his head. I reached up, running my hands over my favorite tattoos. I allowed my nails to dig into his skin, leaving little marks along the way.

“Bet ya know this one,” I grinned up at him, winking.

“Pectoral,” he smirked, his hands finding the bottom of my tank top and lifting it over my head.

“Now, let’s see,” he dipped his head closer to my body “Clavicle, right?”

His tongue traced my collarbone and his teeth grazed across it. I felt a shiver run down my spine and I pulled him closer to my body.

My mind was spinning as he started to suck on the skin there, leaving little marks I was certain.

“Baron,” I dug my nails into the back of his head.

Eventually, he dropped to his knees and meticulously started untying my pajama pants. Once he finished with the draw string, he jerked them down in one swift motion. I balanced my hands on his strong shoulders to step out of them.

“Inguinal canal? Am I saying that right?” he looked up at me, his hand sliding over my panties, which were already soaked.

I nodded, tilting his face up to look at me.

“You wanna taste it?” I smirked, digging my fingers into my panties and dropping them to the floor.

“I better,” he grunted, as he pushed me down on my bed “For science.”

His strong hands parted my knees and his tongue met my clit immediately. His soft moans as he worked only turned me on even more. He enjoyed what he was doing to me. His eyes never left mine, as he lapped away at my body.

“Get naked,” he raised up and ordered me, before dipping his mouth back down.

I unhooked the bra I had on and tossed it to the side. I felt him smile against my slit, as he slid his tongue up it’s length.

“Touch yourself,” he gasped, his tongue flicking my clit carefully.

I roamed my hands down my throat, then over my breasts. I pinched each nipple at the same time, moaning with my head thrown back against the pillow, as my knees started to shake.

“Baron,” I gasped, my grip on my nipples getting tighter as I tugged them roughly.

His mouth wrapped around my clit and he moaned even louder against it. The suction power from his lips was almost too much for me to bare. I kept my hands on my body, his eyes still watching my every move.

“Fuck, Baron,” my hips jolted off the bed.

He drew me into his mouth harder as his fingers started to roam around my entrance.

“Please,” I panted, squeezing my breasts between my fingers “Please.”

He grinned, as he slid three fingers inside of me and hooked them in the right direction.

“Shit!” I squealed, unable to control the volume of my voice anymore.

His other hand roamed up my body, covering my own as I went back to tugging on my nipples. He tugged even harder and I hissed loudly as the pain turned into pleasure under his skilled fingers.

He let go, starting to pump more furiously and concentrating all of his effort on my pussy.

Finally, Baron’s fingers touched just the right spot at the same time that his mouth bared down on my clit.

I gasped, practically raising up off the bed.

“Ohhh,” I moaned as I tossed my head back and forth “Fuck, Baron. Just like that. Oh please…Please…”

Once my orgasm started to subside, his tongue made good use of the aftershocks, causing me to spasm several more times.

He stood to his feet and tilted down to draw my mouth to his for a few long, passionate kisses.

“Back to studying,” he picked up the book.

“Baron,” I motioned to my naked and more than ready body.

“I know,” he smirked “Now it’s my turn to point everything out on you. We’ve got a lot of studying to do to get you that A.”

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Your Man

Part Fourteen of my Hold On Me Series. You can find the rest on my Master List

Summary: How will they handle the distance now that they reconciled?

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When I woke up to start my day, Pete was gone.

I had woken up a few hours earlier when I heard the soft sound of his phone alarm going off in the darkness. I had felt his arms squeeze me closer to him and I kept my eyes closed shut, murmuring softly against his chest. Finally, he slid out from under me and I listened to him get dressed.

I could hear his footsteps approaching my side of the bed and I tried desperately not to move. I couldn’t look him in the eye because if I did, I would never let him leave.

“I love you” I heard him whisper in a gravely voice “I won’t let anythin’ come between us…I promise you.”

Pete’s fingers traced over the side of my temple and down across my cheek. His breathing became more labored and I wanted to jump up and hug him. I knew that he was struggling with walking out of the room.

Then, I felt his lips on the top of my head, lingering there for a few good seconds.

Finally, after drawing in one final breath, I heard the door to my bedroom shut.

“How did it go?”

I had just gotten to my office and sat down at my desk, hardly able to concentrate on the stack of papers staring me in the face…And already, Regal was in full form.

“How did what go?” I feigned ignorance, picking up the first sheet of paper and trying to focus on the words.

“You know what,” he chuckled as he sat down across from me “I talked to Pete before he left the bar last night…I had a feeling he’d come looking for you.”

I felt my cheeks blush and I held the paper in front of my face.

“We really shouldn’t be discussing personal business, Mr. Regal,” I replied in my most serious voice.

“Oh, cut the shit,” he slowly slid the paper down.

‘Yes, he came by, ok?“ I sighed and only then did I notice he had brought me coffee.

“Which one’s mine?” I raised an eyebrow.

He pushed my cup toward me and folded his arms across his chest.

“I guess,” I finally spoke after taking a few sips “I guess you could say we’re…back together.”

“I could say…You guess?” he ran his pointer finger across his lips with the rest of his hand resting on his chin, intrigued.

“Yes,” I replied more firmly “Yes, I think…I think we’re back together. I mean, he never said exactly but…”

“All is right with the world,” he stood up, twirling in a half-circle with his cup in his hand “The love birds are at peace.”

“And hundreds of miles apart,” I added, drumming my pen on the desk.

“A fact that many relationships face in this business,” Regal shrugged “You just have to learn how to make it work for you. Love like that…It’s worth trying.”

I forced a smile as he walked out the door.

Once he was gone, I let out a deep breath and leaned back in my chair. All I could think about was Pete. His damn eyes. His hands touching me so gently that I would have sworn he was anyone else. It was my Pete, though. The man who had claimed me so many months earlier…The man who despite my best efforts…I still loved so much that I would sacrifice my own happiness for him.

My cellphone beeping brought me out of my thoughts and I scrambled for it in my purse.

Just landed in Houston. I can’t stop thinking about last night. Fuck, I miss you already.

A smile curved on my lips and I quickly typed back to him. I was going to sound like a kindergartner passing a check yes or no note, but whatever. I needed to get down to the truth, stat.

So…We’re ok then? Last night meant what I think it did?

He read the message but no reply for several minutes. I started chewing on my thumbnail nervously as I logged into my laptop to read emails.

Five minutes and nothing.

I was just about to text him again when the phone rang.

“Hello?” I picked it up, sounding a little to overeager.

“I thought we made it pretty clear last night, love,” his warm, growling voice hit my ears.

“I just wasn’t sure,” I propped my elbows on the desk “So much has happened.”

“I understand why ya didn’t want to see me off this mornin’,” he sounded almost comforting.

I sat silent for a few seconds.

“So…You want to…”

“Be ya man again? Fuck ya senseless at night but treat ya betta than I eva have?” he groaned, as if just the sound of it turned him on.

“So, we’re gonna try this?” I smiled into the phone.

“There’s no tryin’ to it, love.”

NXT’s next big show was in two weeks, just before Summer Slam. They had only booked Barclays for Summer Slam. Some scheduling conflict that everyone was still fuming about. Instead, Takeover was going to take place in Boston.

I was running myself ragged getting ready for it with Hunter and Regal.

Creative was still trying to workout the details of the matches and I found myself actually spending time in the gym, helping to direct how the matches should flow to match storyline.

Who was I?

Where had this confident, self assured woman come from? I had never been super comfortable sharing my ideas until I came to NXT. Now I couldn’t shut up.

Hunter seemed to enjoy them, though. He agreed on almost every point, and the other ones he only tweaked slightly.

Regal stood around with a smirk of pride on his face the majority of the time and the fact that he was so proud of me, only made me happier.

“I got a scoop for you kid,” Hunter pulled me to the side during a session in the gym.

“What?” I furrowed my brow in confusion.

“Your man Dunne…He’s gonna be a surprise entrant in the Intercontinental Championship match at Summer Slam. Triple Threat Match.”

“And?” I felt a grin start to form on my face.

“He’s gonna be walking out with that title.”

Hunter’s smile grew to match mine and I literally jumped at him, wrapping my arms around his neck so tight that he couldn’t move.

“Hey, hey,” he laughed “I know you’re excited but let me breathe a little here, huh?”

“Does he know?” I pulled away with a giggle.

“Not yet,” Hunter ran his hand over his head “Won’t know it til that night.”

“Why?”

“Like to keep kids like him on their toes,” he winked at me.

It was absolutely agonizing to speak to Pete and not be able to tell him about his title shot.

I kept quiet though and two weeks later, I was in Boston.

I stood backstage between my two mentors as the NXT kids put on one hell of a show. The crowd was loud and completely invested. Each match was magic. Each wrestler brought their A game.

After the last match finished, I followed Hunter and Regal down the hall. All of the roster had gathered to wait for them.

Hunter and Regal both spoke rather eloquently to them, then Regal turned to me.

He wanted me to speak? That hadn’t been in the plan.

“You guys inspire me,” I smiled, forcing my nerves down “You are what this business is about. You should never come into this business seeking just fame, or money, or prestige. You should come into this business because you love it. You live for wrestling, you live for what we do here and you continue to set the bar higher for yourselves…You guys did amazing, I don’t know what else to say other than amazing.”

As I spoke, many of them nodded their heads along with me and after they broke up to go to the locker rooms, Hunter turned to me.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself…Now you better get some rest.”

“What?” I laughed “We have to…”

“You have a flight to catch tomorrow,” Regal handed me a plane ticket folder.

“What?” I opened it slowly.

It was a ticket to New York.

“You have to see Mr. Dunne win his first title. I assure you, it would not be the same without you presence,” Regal winked.

“In fact,” Hunter put his hand on my shoulder “How about we see you back in Florida on…Tuesday?”

I managed to stay backstage without being seen. Pete’s match was the third one up and I wanted to surprise him after his victory.

We had only been apart for three weeks but it felt like an eternity.

Funny how when you let go of all the pain and anger you’ve been holding inside, how free you can feel. I felt truly liberated. My job performance had improved even more and my nightly talks with Pete were allowing me to get to know him more than ever before.

The bell rang for the Intercontinental Title match then suddenly, Angle stepped out onto the ramp. He revealed that he was making the match a triple threat. Ambrose and Zayn both glanced at each other in confusion. Pete’s music hit and he walked down the ramp, giving his signature snarl in Angle’s direction.

Ambrose and Zayn both looked wary, as Pete slid into the ring and the match got underway.

I couldn’t stay still, pacing back and forth in front of the monitor. I ran my hand over my hair and prayed it looked as good as it had two hours ago when I did it.

I had curled it and was wearing a kelly green jumper, the same style as the black one he loved on me so much.

I felt like I was going to lose my breath, as Pete started taking control and throwing Ambrose all over the ring. Ambrose played it off perfectly. He was really catering to Pete, and even though he didn’t need much help, it did make him look that much better.

In the end, it was Sami who took the pin fall. Pete jumped up, a cocky grin on his face as he jerked the belt from the referee. He held it over his head in the ring, to the sounds of boos and cheers before he slid out of there. Ambrose and Zayn both rolled around on the mat, as if in a daze.

Once he reached the top of the ramp, he clenched the belt between his teeth, letting it dangle from his mouth just like he had with his other championships. More cheers filled the arena, as he finally walked backstage.

I drew in a deep breath, as I waited for him to round the corner.

Finally he did, belt now thrown over his shoulder.

“Well, look at you,” I spoke, several feet from him.

He whipped his head around and a smirk rolled up on his lips.

“I let you go from NXT and here you are winning championships, Mr. Dunne,” I smiled, walking slowly toward him.

“Come 'ere,” he walked toward me, wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing me so hard…That I never wanted him to stop.

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Til You Come Back Home

Part Thirteen of my Hold On Me Series You can find the rest on my Master List

Summary: What if it’s the last time? Or a new beginning?

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“What?” I whispered, my fingers sliding down Pete’s jaw and up toward the back of his hair.

Maybe I had misheard him.

His own fingers pushed my hair straight back from my face and I could tell by the look in his eyes…I hadn’t.

“I didn’t know ‘bout ya promotion,” he shook his head “I didn’t know that…That tonight would be this way.”

“What way?” I shook my head, as I tugged on his hair even tighter.

It was as if I did that, he wouldn’t leave. He would forever stay in place in front of me.

I wanted him to.

I wanted him to stay with me.

Fuck.

“That ya would actually be standin’ here touchin’ me,” he smiled ever so slightly.

The wind picked up over the water and blew his hair into his eyes. I immediately reached out and brushed it away.

“I, I don’t know what to say,” I shifted nervously.

My heart was screaming for me to say anything, do anything to make him stay. Despite it all. Despite every single, solitary thing he had done. I loved him. If he stayed, we just might have a shot in hell of making this work. If he left, we were destined to lose everything we ever had together.

“I do,” he finally moved his hands from my face, dropping them to his sides.

I did the same and backed up a step, wrapping my arms around myself.

“What?”

“I’m goin’ to Hunter in the mornin’ and…”

“No!” I squealed, my brain finally taking over “You can’t.”

“I’m not leavin’. Not now,” his jaw clenched and his hands opened and closed by his sides.

“Yes, you are,” I practically laughed “This is your chance, Pete. If you go back on a second contract…There won’t be a third. This is your last shot at what you wanted…At what you sat out to do all those months ago. I got my dream! It’s time for you to get yours!”

“Ya don’t get ta make tha decisions for me,” he moved closer, his arm wrapping around my waist.

“Yes I do,” I pulled away begrudgingly “I’m Vice President over the talent, right?…You’ll take that contract…Or you’re fired.”

“Ya wouldn’t do that ta me,” he smirked, running his thumb over his chin.

“Try me,” I narrowed my gaze at him “I won’t let you ruin everything.”

“If I leave, it’ll ruin everythin’!” he screamed.

The increase in his voice shocked me and I stumbled back a few paces. I felt my eyes well up with tears, because I knew he was right. It didn’t matter, though. I had to do what was best for him. Even now.

“Sorry,” he moved toward me, his finger reaching out to wipe a tear off my cheek.

He sucked the finger into his mouth and sighed heavily.

“Ya mean more ta me than some god forsaken contract,” he whispered, his toes digging deep into the sand.

“And to think I waited months to hear those words not so long ago,” I smirked, running my fingers across my eyes to clean up the tears.

“I’m not goin’,” he looked at me defiantly.

“Then you’re fired,” I replied firmly, turning and walking back up the beach.

I heard his feet treading through the water after me but I didn’t slow down. He caught up with me about halfway back to our blanket. I refused to look at him and instead stared straight ahead at the houses on the cliffs.

“I wonder what it’s like,” I spoke absently.

“What?”

“To live up there,” I pointed “To live in a mansion and look out every night over the ocean. What it’s like to have a life that people dream of?”

“What are you blatherin’ on about? Ya just fired me!”

“Do you think the people who live up there are happy?” I stopped walking and turned to him.

“I don’t care,” he scoffed, his hands sitting crudely on his hips.

“I mean, once you get everything you want. Then what?” I brushed my hair away from my face as the wind took it.

He just stared at me.

“Can you take me home?” I sighed, moving toward the blanket.

“You fired me,” he growled.

“Then take the contract and I’ll forget about it,” I insisted, sliding my flip flops back on my feet.

“Ya wan’ me to leave ya here? To leave ya behind?” he moved closer, his face inches from mine and his nostrils flaring.

“I want you to have the career you deserve,” I shook my head in disbelief “NXT is for wrestlers who are trying to find their place, work on their gimmick…You don’t belong here. You’re already there. You have everything, Pete. Everything that a show like Raw wants. Needs.”

“After everythin’ I done to ya,” he gripped my chin between his fingers “You’re still lookin’ out for me.”

“If it’s meant to be…” I sighed, the waves crashing louder than before “Then it will. Space won’t change that….Fate is fate, right?”

He pulled my mouth toward him and his lips hovered in front of mine, a whisper away.

“It doesn’t matta how many miles are between us…” he growled, before his tongue darted between my lips.

My first reaction was to pull back but I suppressed it. His mouth felt too good, his tongue felt too familiar. His body was pressed to mine and every single fiber of my being wanted that moment with him.

I felt myself moan without having any control of it and his arms pulled my body closer to him. His hand slid up my spine, his fingers digging into my flesh through my tank top. He reached the back of my neck and pulled my face closer. Each kiss was getting more intense. I was falling deeper and deeper back in to everything. It was too much. No matter how much my heart and body wanted it…My brain stepped in.

“Ok,” I pulled away, running the back of my hand over my mouth “I really need to get home. I have a meeting early tomorrow.”

“That’s all ya have to say?” he shook his head.

“I…I can’t talk about us right now, ok?” I shook my head, reaching for the blanket and shaking the sand from it.

“I leave in two weeks,” he took it from me and folded it.

“Then we have two weeks to talk about it.”

Two weeks. They went by faster than I thought they would.

We never really got to have that conversation. Pete spent a lot of time with the trainers and I worked late hours getting ready for a NXT Takeover.

“You got the schedules all worked out?” Regal stood in my doorway the day before Pete’s departure.

“What?” I was drawn out of my day dream by his stern voice.

“The schedules?” he raised an annoyed eyebrow “For the flights.”

“Yes,” I sighed, digging through a pile of papers on my desk.

I stood and handed it to him, walking around and leaning against the edge. I was tapping my foot nervously and he noticed.

“Sorry,“ I whispered, slowing my high heel to a stop.

"You coming to Pete’s send off tonight?”

“No,” I answered flatly.

“And why the hell not? You two seem to be on good terms.”

“We are,” I shrugged “Best we have been in a while.”

“So, you’re just going to let him leave here without hearing how you feel about him?” Regal licked the smile off his lips.

“Didn’t anybody ever tell you to mind your own business?” I smiled, but I actually meant it.

“I don’t listen to what others tell me to do. It’s more fun that way,” he winked, his eyes dropping to the papers.

I watched him for a few seconds and then let out a sigh.

“Hm?” he asked, still reading the bookings.

“I don’t want to tell him goodbye. Is that terrible?”

“That depends,” he looked up, tossing the paperwork onto my desk behind me.

“On what?”

“Do you plan on never talking to him again? Is this your way to cleanse yourself of the chaos that is Pete Dunne? Or are you cowering? Too afraid to admit your feelings and try to salvage something that I must admit, is most definitely salvageable in my eyes.”

“Do you?” I whispered.

“Nobody’s perfect,” he stepped a little closer “Men in this business make stupid, ridiculous decisions. That doesn’t make them right or excusable. But I’ll tell you this…Nobody looks at a woman, the way that crazy son of a bitch looks at you.”

I felt my cheeks flush and I smiled at him.

“I still can’t say goodbye,” I shook my head.

“Then don’t,” he shrugged “Perhaps, if he wants a proper goodbye, he will have to figure that out for himself.”

Regal headed for the door.

“The schedules?” I stopped him.

“What?” he looked slightly confused “Oh, yes. Yes, they’re fine.”

Tricky old man.

God love him.

I went straight home after work.

I had heard a commotion down the hallway as I left. They were all planning a night of bar hopping to celebrate Pete. I refused to look. Afraid the sight of Pete in the crowd, would be too much for my heart. My heart, which was now more confused and cracked and torn than ever.

I had two missed calls from Trent. Also, several texts from Tyler asking me where I was at.

I finally told him that I didn’t feel well and to tell Pete good luck from me.

He responded

Ya fucking kidding me? You aren’t even going to see him?

I didn’t respond.

I ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

I drank two glasses of wine.

I changed into my nightgown and curled up on the couch, with the tears streaming down my face.

I sat silent. Alone.

In my own mental hell, knowing that the man I loved was about to leave me. The pain was different than the pain when he cheated but it hurt just as much.

I drifted off to sleep but woke up around one in the morning when I heard a stern knock on my door.

I inched toward it, terrified that Pete was right and that murderers really did go for the apartments on the bottom floor.

Once I reached the peephole, I didn’t know whether to feel relieved it wasn’t a murderer, or not.

I opened it and Pete was there.

He was in jeans and a t-shirt, stone cold sober.

“Ya don’t get to do that to me,” he stared angrily at me.

“What?” I shook my head, finally starting to become fully awake.

He moved passed me into the hallway and I locked the door.

“Ya neva talked to me about us. You kept puttin’ it off and tonight is my last night in Florida. My very last night and you don’t even have the decency to show up and tell me goodbye to ma face?”

He was fuming. His face was red and his eyes were intent on staring me into an explanation.

I felt the skinny strap of my gown fall down my shoulder and I quickly pushed it back up.

“I didn’t want to see you,” I whispered.

“So ya were just gonna leave it like that, then? One night of kissin’ on the beach and then nothin’. That supposed to be closure to ya?”

“What? No,” I shook my head “You don’t understand.”

Despite my best efforts, I started crying again. Something I was learning to hate about myself.

“Then explain it to me,” he folded his arms across his chest.

“I can’t say goodbye to you…Because I’m afraid…I’m afraid that you'll never come back.”

“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” he stepped closer.

“Please,” I whispered, looking into his eyes “Please, let’s leave it how it…”

His mouth pressed against mine and I whimpered, as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Fuck, this was a bad idea.

But fuck, did I want it.

He reached down, grabbing me by my waist and picked me up. My legs easily slid around him as he carried me toward my bedroom.

“What are we doing?” I gasped against his mouth.

“I don’t know,” he growled.

He sat me down on my knees on the bed and his fingers played with the bottom of my silky nightgown.

“I’ll always come back to ya,” his hand slid down my cheek.

He dropped the hand to help the other pull the gown over my head, leaving me completely naked before him. I felt shy, embarrassed even. It had been so long since he had seen me that way.

His mouth went to my neck, his teeth digging into it as my fingers gripped the back of his head.

“This body,” he moaned in my ear, as his fingers traveled up my sides “Fuckin’ hell, I’ve missed touchin’ it.”

He pushed me down onto my back and pulled his shirt over his head.

“Tell me,” he ran his fingers down my abdomen ‘Tell me what you want. I’ll do anythin’.“

I stared at him. He was so beautiful. He was so strong and powerful and never bent to anybody, but here he was again…That hold I had over him so strong.

"Make love to me,” I managed to whisper.

We had never done that. Ever. We were the king and queen of fucking.

He slowly unbuttoned his jeans, then shed them and his boxers.

He nervously crawled up over me and brought my mouth softly to his own. I wrapped my legs around his hips and my fingers scraped down his back muscles.

He entered me slowly, his forehead pressed so tight against mine that it hurt. His eyes were so focused, so turned on….

“Pete,” I gasped, my body shifting in response.

“Shh,” he ran his thumb along my cheekbone.

Once I settled down, he picked up his rhythm. His hips wound slowly, in smooth motions and the sensation felt amazing to me. I could tell he felt the same, by the expressions on his face that was still pinned so close to mine.

His lips finally nestled against my neck and I heard him inhale the scent of my hair.

“Pete,” I pulled his face back above mine and held his scruffy jaw in my hands “I still love you.”

He bucked into me a little harder and his breathing got deeper.

Pete’s eyes closed, as my hand lingered on his jaw.

“I love you too,” he whispered, as he moved particularly deep inside of me.

I dug my heels a little harder into his back and he grunted, as his thrusts picked up.

“I neva meant to hurt ya,” he whispered, his eyes falling back to mine “I neva wanted to ruin us.”

I lifted my head and kissed him, our tongues pressing against one another, as my mind spun with a million and one reasons why and why I shouldn’t be doing this.

I felt the intensity start to build inside of me and a deep growl that escaped from his chest, let me know he felt it too.

“You’ll be all I think about,” he leaned down and ran his tongue along my throat.

My back arched on the mattress and I felt my orgasm cause me to tighten around him. My fingers dug into his shoulders and I whined against his mouth, which quickly came to cover mine.

His hips snapped against me before I felt him release inside me.

His moans were loud and hungry.

I grabbed him once he had settled, pulling him down on top of me. I wanted him as close as I could get.

His fingers played with my hair, as he rolled onto his side and we faced each other.

We stared at each other for a while. He was quiet and stoic looking. No smile, no smirk even…Instead, he continued to play with my hair and look into my soul.

“Remember when you used to come to my first apartment, and every morning when I woke up…You’d be gone?” I whispered.

He nodded slowly, clearly a touchy subject for him now.

“Don’t be here when I wake up,” I reached out and touched his face “Be gone.”

He pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me.

In the morning…He was gone.

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Prompt: Noam Dar smut where reader is jealous of his storyline with Alicia so he shows her who he belongs to and that he only loves her. (slight bdsm if possible) - not sure if requester wanted to be named because I received this through private message. :)

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I grimaced and shifted uncomfortably as I watched Noam profess his love to Alicia. Again.

It was starting to be a weekly thing. For some reason, some members of Creative loved the idea of them as a duo and were constantly pushing the relationship into every one of his segments. She hung out by the ring during his matches, something that made me extremely jealous. She got to celebrate his wins with him. He would wrap his arm around her and occasionally kiss her on the cheek.

I knew all of it was technically “fake” and “a storyline”. I also knew that Alicia was happily in her own relationship. I just couldn’t help but feel jealousy when I watched Noam. He seemed to be enjoying it a little too much. Maybe I was mistaken. Maybe I was just a crazy girlfriend. Whatever the case, I was unhappy with the entire scenario.

Noam led Alicia up the ramp, hand in hand, as his segment with Rich ended. Once they got backstage, Alicia immediately parted from him and headed down the hallway.

I watched as he walked toward me, still pouting by the television monitor.

“What’s wrong wit ya?” he furrowed his brow immediately “Somethin’ happen while I was out there?”

“No,” I answered quickly, my eyes falling to my feet.

“Yer a pretty lil’ liar sweethar’, but you’re still bein’ a liar,” he tilted my chin up with his finger.

“It’s nothing,” I narrowed my eyes, aware of everyone around us “We’ll talk about it later.”

He wasn’t satisfied with that answer, but he nodded.

“I’ll go get ma tings’ and then we’ll be on our way, huh?”

I forced a smile and watched him disappear down the hall.

The ride to the hotel was uncomfortable.

Noam tried to make small talk, keenly aware there was a bigger problem below the surface. I assumed he didn’t want to have a gigantic argument in the car, which suited me fine.

I had met Noam a year ago. The Cruiserweight Classic was just starting to come together, and as part of Creative, I was in charge of choosing the talent that would compete.

I took a trip with Triple H and a few others to Europe to scout wrestlers abroad. We had found Noam and immediately knew he had to be involved. He was charismatic and talented and had the ‘it’ factor that we always looked for in our picks.

We built up a solid friendship during the early days, lots of meetings and gym days, that I had to be around for.

Right before the competition began, he asked me on a date. I happily accepted and things had progressed from there.

Now, I was riding shotgun in our rental car and internally fuming with anger at him.

“Ya gonna answer me, love?”

“What? I snipped at him, not even realizing I was doing it until it came out of my mouth.

“Nothin’,” he shook his head, pressing down harder on the gas pedal.

Once we got into the room, I tossed my purse on the side table and sat down on the edge of the bed. I gripped the duvet with my fingers, shifting the fabric nervously between them.

“Ya gonna tell me now?” Noam threw his bag on the floor and shrugged off his jacket “Tell me wha’ tha hell I did ta piss ya off?”

“Do you have feelings for Alicia?” I asked immediately, standing up to face him.

“Wha?” he laughed in surprise “Where in tha hell did ya get an idea like that?”

“You seem to like touching her…A lot,” I folded my arms across my chest.

“It’s wha’ they tell me ta do!” he finally raised his voice, arms thrown out to his sides.

“Yeah, well you’re damn good at your job!” I spat, turning and walking into the bathroom.

I flipped on the light and grabbed my toothbrush off the counter, covering it in toothpaste just as he reached the doorway.

“Ya are tha most ridiculous woman I eva met,” he grumbled, passing me and turning on the shower.

I finished with my teeth and started changing out of my clothes.

“Ya gonna take a showa?” he slid his t-shirt over his shoulders.

“With you?” I turned around, left only in my underwear.

“Ya listen here,” he moved closer, his hand taking hold of my arm and pulling me toward him tightly “Tha only woman on this fuckin’ planet that I want is you. I like hearin’ ya scream ma name. I like feelin’ ya cum around ma dick. I like it when ya get on ya knees and suck my cock in ya pretty mouth. Yer tha only one I wanna fuck. Do ya understand?”

“Noam,” I whispered, my heart beating out of control.

“I love ya wit’ everythin’ I got. I don’t wan’ her. I don’t wan’ anyone. Ya understand?”

I nodded, my panties already soaked as I listened to all those words roll off his tongue.

“Now,” his eyes grew darker, pulling me mere inches from his body “Take off ya clothes and get in ‘tis showa wit me.”

I nodded, sliding my underwear and bra off as fast as I could. He was already naked, the warm water running down his body, when I stepped inside.

Noam walked toward me, pressing my back against the cold shower wall. His hands roamed over my naked body and he groaned, as he pushed his knee between mine.

“I belong ta ya,” he hissed near my ear “And ya belong ta me.”

I moaned, when his lips finally found mine. He was being very dominant, which was unlike him. Usually, we were equal in the bedroom but right now he was in complete control.

He ran his thumb along my chin and when our mouths pulled away, the thumb traced up to my lower lip. He stared into my eyes as he slid across it and he grinned.

“Ya mouth gets ya in all kinds a trouble ma love,” he pushed his thumb slowly between my lips “Perhaps it’s best if ya have somethin’ in it.”

I sucked his finger into my mouth, closing my red lips around it. He pushed it in and out slowly.

“That’s it,” he laughed, a dark and dirty sound I wasn’t used to.

Finally, he pulled the digit away and put his hands on my shoulders.

“Go on,” he cocked his chin up beckoningly “Get on ya knees fer me.”

Noam had never took control like this and I was exhilarated by it. I sank down to the tile floor, water swirling around our feet. His dick was hard against his leg and I took hold of him in my hand.

“Did I tell ya that ya could touch me yet?” he reached down and jerked my face upward.

“No,” I managed to squeak out.

“Ya know why I’m gonna let ya touch me?” he asked, as he cupped my face in his hands.

I shook my head, my hair now completely wet and clinging to my shoulders.

“Cause yer tha only one I let do it,” he gripped my face tighter “Tha only one that I eva will….Nobody sucks me off like ya do, ma sweet lil princess.

His breathing was increasing and I could see the excitement in his eyes.

“Now,” he guided the back of my head toward his waiting dick “Prove me right.”

I opened my lips and he immediately thrusted inside of it so hard that I thought I would choke. I managed to keep myself in check and once I realized how rough he was going to be, I relaxed my throat as much as I could. Each time he pounded past my lips, it got more intense.

I looked up into his eyes and I could see how turned on he was by his newfound control. I tightened my lips around him, the friction making slurping noises escape my mouth with every thrust of his hips.

He grunted above me and slid out, backing away slowly.

“Get on ya feet,” he commanded and I did as I was told.

He reached behind him and turned the water off.

I followed Noam out of the shower and back into the bedroom. His hands grabbed my hips and he threw me onto the bed. I lay there, gasping for breath, as I watched him move over to his suitcase. His hands fumbled inside and he came out with two neckties.

He crawled over me, drops of water dripping off his naked body onto me. The first tie he wrapped around my wrists, securing it with two knots.

“I want ya ta feel me when I fuck ya,” he ran his tongue across his lips “Feel how good I make ya feel, how good ya make me feel.”

He reached out and tied the other one over my eyes. Everything was completely dark.

I felt his warm tongue sliding down my throat and his hands massaging my breasts, all while he straddled me.

He moved further down and his breath blew across my nipples. I felt them harden even more.

“Ya got tha only pair a tits I wanna suck on,” he raked his nails across my stomach “An’ baby, I wanna suck on ‘em all tha time.”

I felt his mouth close around one nipple, it was incredibly sensitive from arousal and the air. His teeth gripped it and I squirmed underneath him.

He moaned against my skin, sliding his tongue over to the other before his teeth tugged on it too. I felt him flick it with his tongue.

“Fuck, Noam,” I panted, as the sensitivity shot through me.

“Mmm,” he moaned as his tongue circled my nipple slowly “Ya like when I do this to ya…I like it too.”

Suddenly, I felt his fingers between my legs. His thumb grazing my clit and the others petting my wet slit.

“Shit,” I hissed, spreading my legs wider.

He chuckled, as his tongue still lapped at my breast while his fingers teased my opening.

“Please,” I whispered.

“Ya just have ta ask, love,” he mumbled against my skin.

“Please,” I tried to draw in a deep breath “Please make me cum. I can’t take it anymore.”

His fingers eased into me and my hips came off the bed.

“'Tat’s it,” he leaned up against my ear “I’m gonna make ya cum, sweethar’.”

His fingers sped up and his thumb started massaging me so fast that I felt like I was going to explode.

“Ya feel me, love?” he ran his tongue along my ear “Ya feel how I’m touchin’ ya? Like yer tha only woman in tha world?”

I nodded, as the sensations continued to grow inside of me.

“Cause ya are ta me,” he took my nipple in his mouth again, as his thumb urged my orgasm.

His fingers teased against my spot and I felt like I might not ever come back down to earth again.

“Noam!” I finally screamed, all of the sensations becoming too much.

“Yer cummin’ fer me,” he growled against my breast as he pulled his mouth away “Just like ya wanted.”

I rode his hand until every single nerve ending was satisfied. I felt Noam’s warm mouth move away and I shuddered.

“Noam?” I whispered into the darkness.

I didn’t have to wonder long. His hands gripped my legs and flipped me onto my stomach.

“Get on ya knees,” he instructed and I managed to pull myself up.

His hand slapped playfully at my ass and I heard him groan, as he pushed inside me from behind.

“Ya feel ma cock, all inside ya pussy?” he ran his nails down my back “Ya feel how ya fit all tight aroun’ me?”

“Yes,” I panted, wanting desperately to be free of my restraints.

But he was right, my senses were much keener without my sight.

“Who wouldn’t wan’ dat, love?” he laughed, as he plunged harder into me “Who wouldn’t wan’ a perfect pussy?”

“Yeah?” I whined “I feel perfect?”

“Oh, baby ya have no earthly idea,” he gripped my hips tighter “Dis body is a work of art….It’s tha kinda pussy men start wars ova.”

I felt myself tighten around him and I moaned.

Noam’s hand grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face down into the mattress. My ass was pushed further up and I felt his hand rub over it.

“Shit,” he grunted, his hand slapping down on it again.

“How does it feel now, baby?”

“Fuck,” I was able to mumble against the bed.

“Mm, ya always take me like a good girl,” he gripped my ass, thrusting me harder on and off him.

I felt myself tighten around him again and I whined loudly into the pillow, my tied hands stretched out in front of me.

“Ya gonna cum aroun’ yer cock?” he gasped, and I could tell by his voice that he was close.

I nodded and moaned his name, just as I felt my orgasm start to ripple.

“Fuckin’ shit!” he shouted, his release filling me.

He pushed me down flat on my stomach with his body pressed on top of me.

“Ya feel me all inside ya?” he bit at my ear “Ya feel how ya claimed me?”

I turned my face to the side and whimpered, as the aftershocks of my orgasm shook me.

“Yes,” I managed to speak.

I felt his fingers untie my hands then my blind fold. He slid out of me, just before I rolled him underneath me. I straddled him, my hands digging into his hair as I jolted his mouth to mine.

He laughed as our lips sloppily found each other over and over again.

“Ya believe me now?” he groaned, his hand gripping my cheek bone and holding me steady to look in his eyes.

“Yes,” I nodded “I believe you….You’re mine.”

“Don’t ya eva doubt it,” he planted a kiss on my cheek.

“You think that maybe,” I ran my hands along his chest “We could keep those ties around?”

“Ya want me ta tie ya up again?”

“No…I want to tie you up next time.”

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Afterburn

Part Eleven of my Hold On Me Series. The rest can be found on my Master List

Summary: Finally, some progress....And not the wrestling kind.

I had a terrible time falling asleep. The fact that Pete lay feet away from me on the other side of my bedroom wall was incredibly thought consuming.

Part of me wanted to march out through the door and tell him to leave. Part of me wanted to offer to share my bed to keep him from sleeping on my uncomfortable sofa. Part of me wanted to do things with him I hadn’t done in months and I tried my best to shut that part down before it even got started.

I would not allow myself to fall back into that trap. The cycle of jealousy and sex and the magnetic pull that we had over each other. I was too far removed from it now. At least, I had hoped that I was until tonight. I knew now that I wasn’t. Months meant nothing, time apart meant nothing…If I still loved him.

The pain he had put me through was still real, raw and the driving force that kept me from him.

I would not be hurt again.

Somewhere around two in the morning, I managed to shut my brain off enough to go to sleep. I didn’t stay asleep for long. I was jolted awake around three by the burn of the night’s festivities sliding up my throat. My stomach felt like someone was stabbing a knife into it, twisting it deeper and deeper.

I capped my hand over my mouth and raced out of the bedroom.

The apartment only had the one bathroom, which was unfortunately not an on suite.

I barely made it onto the cold tile in front of the toilet before I began to violently throw up. I had never felt so sick in my life. The alcohol burned just as strong as when I had drank it hours earlier. I felt tears sliding down my cheeks as I struggled to stay up right.

Suddenly, I felt Pete’s hands grab hold of my hair and pull it away from my face. He held it at the nape of my neck and his other hand rubbed my back gently with his knuckles.

I was too nauseated to even think of rejecting him. I coughed so much that I began to dry heave and I finally lowered the lid to the toilet and weakly raised my hand to flush it.

“You all right?” he whispered into the darkness.

I hadn’t bothered to turn on the light in my haste and the room was only illuminated by the tiny nightlight near the sink.

“No,” I whimpered, managing with his help to sit up on the side of the bathtub.

“One too many scotch,” Pete sighed, crouching down in front of me “Regal should’ve known better than to make ya drink all of that.”

“It’s part of my job,” I sighed, running my hand over my mouth, across my dry lips.

“To get drunk with the talent?” he scoffed angrily “No, love, that’s not your job.”

I let the nickname pass. I was too tired to argue and at the moment, it was surprisingly soothing.

“You’re a tough as nails business woman now,” he smirked as he looked up at me “I’m damn proud of ya for that.”

I bent over, clutching my stomach as another pain shot through it.

“Fuck,” I grunted “It hurts so bad.”

“Dehydrated,” Pete ran his hand over my clamy forehead.

I found myself leaning in to his touch as he felt the sides of my cheeks. I could hear his breathing become more labored in the dark. I assumed it was exactly what I was feeling inside. We were touching. Not in a sexual way or an angry way, but a concerned and caring way. It had been far to long since we had been like this.

“You’re sweatin’ all over,” he shook his head “And fuckin’ cold as ice.”

“I, I don’t know if I can walk,” I stammered “I can barely…”

I tried to stand up and I fell hard against his chest, as he rose to his feet at the same time.

Before I knew what was happening, his arms grabbed me up and he began to carry me toward my bedroom.

“Pete,” I tried to protest.

He sighed, his hands gripping my body tightly.

“Ya can’t even hold your head upright,” he replied matter of fact.

Once he sat me down gently on the bed, he went into the kitchen. A minute later he returned with a Gatorade that I had bought a few days before.

I never bought Gatorade or Powerade or any of that stuff. Why had I bought that? Then I remembered…Pete used to drink it and I would sometimes drink some when I didn’t have anything else. Great, my subconscious was making purchases without my consent.

“I forgot about having that,” I sat up slowly.

He opened it and handed it to me.

“Can ya drink it?”

I nodded, taking tiny sips of it. He sat down beside me and pushed my wet hair off my forehead. Again, it didn’t burn. It didn’t hurt for him to touch me. Maybe it was because I had my guard down? I was too distressed to think about the reasons it burned in the first place. The reasons that I made it burn.

“Ya feeling hot?”

I nodded, taking a bigger drink. I ran my hand down my throat that was slicked in sweat and back up on my neck, underneath my damp hair.

It was only then that I remembered I had on a nightgown. When we had been together, I mostly slept in t-shirts. Tonight, I had on a skimpy little purple gown and I mentally cursed myself for trying to dress cool in the Florida heat.

“Ya want the air condition’ on?” he offered.

“No,” I sat the bottle on my nightstand “I’ll get too cold…I think.”

He stood to leave the room. I couldn’t let him walk out without saying something. I had been treating him terribly and yet…

“Pete,” I spoke as he neared the doorway “You didn’t have to do that…After the way I treated you tonight…Thank you.”

“I’d do anythin’ for ya,” he drew in a deep breath “I told ya I’ll prove it, if you just give me a bloody chance.”

A smile unknowingly curved on my lips before another stabbing pain shot through me and I doubled over again.

“Damn it,” I groaned, my throat burning ever so slightly “Why did I think drinking all of that was a good idea?”

“Ya gonna be all right if I go back in there?” he motioned to the couch.

“I don’t know,” I grimaced truthfully.

He came back and slid on the bed beside me. I lay down, bunching my pillow up underneath my head to make it as high as possible. Pete sat up straight with his back against the headboard.

It was quiet for a while. It gave me enough time to gather my thoughts and process what had happened in the last ten minutes.

“You're actually proud of me?” I glanced up at him.

He looked down at me and a pleased smile turned up on his lips.

“Thank you,” I whispered “That actually means a lot to me.”

“This was your dream too. I’d say that you’re makin’ the most of it. Regal can’t say enough good things about ya.”

“You’ve been talking to Regal about me?”

“I’ve been talking to Regal about a lot of things,” he shifted and his eyes fell to his lap.

It was silent again, as I tried to decipher what he meant.

“Go to sleep. I’m not gonna leave ya,” he spoke, his eyes staring straight ahead at the wall.

I nodded and nestled into my pillow a little more.

We lay in silence until I finally was able to fall back asleep.

I woke up with my back turned away from Pete and my arms wrapped tightly around one of my spare pillows.

I felt breath against my shoulder and I jumped a little. Glancing over my shoulder, I could see Pete. He was lying flat in the bed next to me, his body turned toward me. His head was centimeters from my back.

I stared at him for a moment. This man who had done so much to hurt me, who even days ago I couldn’t afford to look at…He was here. Next to me. He had taken care of me all night., expecting absolutely nothing in return for his effort.

I slowly rolled over so I could look at him more closely. His lips lightly parted as he slept, his hair hanging over in his eyes.

His eyes.

Those fucking eyes that could undo all the progress I had made with a single look.

Then, as if on cue, there they were staring at me.

I shifted quickly, pretending that I hadn’t just been staring longingly at him.

“Ya feel better this mornin’?”

“Besides a headache I completely deserve? Yeah,” I laughed, sliding up to sit in the bed.

I reached for the blankets, pulling them over my far to exposed body. He sat up too, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Thank you, for staying with me,” I turned to him “It was really…sweet of you.”

“Sweet,” Pete laughed nervously, "Now there’s a word ya don’t hear about Pete Dunne every day of the fuckin’ week.“

“Or ever?” I kidded lightly at him as our smiles met one another and then died on our lips.

“I guess, I should get goin’,” Pete ran his hand over his mouth as he slid to his feet.

“Do you have a ride?”

“Yeah, called Trent last night…He should be here in a few minutes.”

I climbed out of the bed and stood in front of him.

Now came the incredibly awkward part. You’re my ex and you ripped my heart out but now here you are taking care of me and I can’t just pretend it didn’t happen…

I shifted on my feet when I caught him staring at me in my nightgown.

“Sorry,” he sighed, “I…You’re still tha most beautiful girl I’ve eva seen.”

“Pete,” I whispered in defiance.

“I know,” he nodded “Fuckin’ worthless words right?”

“No,” I shook my head “I believe them….That’s not the problem.”

“I haven’t been with anotha girl,” he broke the awkwardness with even more awkwardness.

“What?” I recoiled back with a little laugh of surprise “What does that have to do…”

“I don’t know what ta say all right?” he crossed his arms nervously “I don’t know what ta do to get ya to understand how much I want anotha chance. Nobody has eva in my entire life made me beg for anythin’…But I’m beggin’ ya…”

He stepped closer to me and I felt my breath rise in my throat as his fingers danced across my cheek.

It didn’t burn.

Suddenly, the sound of Trent’s fist pounding on the door startled us both and I grabbed my robe out of the closet, sliding it on and beating Pete to the door.

“Ya all right there, sweetheart?” Trent laughed lightly.

“I’ll survive,” I smiled.

“Come on, we gotta be at the gym in an hour!” Trent beckoned Pete.

He headed for the car as Pete made his way toward the door. I stepped aside to let him pass and he stopped in front of me.

We stared at each other for a few seconds before he followed Trent into the parking lot.

Monday morning came and thankfully my hangover was gone.

I had been in Regal’s office all morning, typing up notes, when he came in with coffee.

“Oh, are you the barista now?” I raised an eyebrow at him.

He chuckled, sitting my drink down in front of me.

“Don’t press your luck.”

I kept typing for a while and finally, the question burning in my brain got the better of me. I watched as he meticulously went over his own notes, handwritten.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Hm?” he mumbled, without looking up.

“Have you…been having meetings with Pete?…Without me?”

“Don’t you think it best to keep the hostility at bay?” he raised his head.

“What kind of meetings?”

He sighed, dropping his pen to the table and taking a long sip of his coffee.

“Are you sure you want to know?” he sat his cup down.

“Yes,” I nodded but I felt a little scared by his tone.

“A month ago, Pete was offered a Raw contract,” Regal began.

“What?” I gasped softly.

“He turned it down. Oh, he gave a list of ridiculously arrogant reasons but I wasn’t really listening because I knew the truth…After the meeting, I pulled him aside and we had one of our…talks.”

“Why would he do that?” I shook my head “It’s all he’s ever wanted…”

“He wouldn’t leave you.”

I froze in my seat.

“He said as long as you were working for NXT that he wanted to be here…I suppose he is determined to try to win you back, even at the expense of a rather promising place on the main roster.”

“How promising?” I leaned forward against his desk.

“Outta the gate, shot at the US title,” Regal sighed “Hunter insisted it would be his within a month…He said no.”

“How could he?” I felt tears start to burn at my eyes “Why would he do this to himself?”

“He loves you,” Regal answered quickly “He’s a bloody fool in love and the longer you two keep up this ridiculous game of cat and mouse, instead of talking about what’s keeping you apart…The more opportunities he’s going to miss.”

“So, you think I should forgive him?” I sat back and asked him honestly.

“I didn’t say that,” he shook his head “I do, however, think the bloke is owed a chance to redeem himself.”

“Why didn’t you tell me all of this?” I shut my laptop nervously, fidgeting in my seat.

“You didn’t ask,” he shrugged “Besides, I didn’t want you to be distracted…Which is clearly the case now.”

“Can I…take a few minutes?” I whispered, standing to my feet.

“As long as you’re back before your coffee is cold. I won’t having you waste my money,” he smirked at me.

I nodded and walked out of the room. Immediately, I pressed my back against the wall and ran my hands over my face.

What had he done?

He was offered everything and he turned it down?

For me?

Once I had gathered myself, I marched in my heels as fast as I could to the gym.

I walked in, pushing passed performers and trainers, my eyes set on Pete who was standing near the weights with Tyler.

“Pete!” I shouted his name and a few people turned to stare.

Tyler’s eyes lit up and a little grin came across his face.

Pete turned around, wiping sweat off his forehead and looked utterly confused.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I grabbed his face in between my hands angrily before slinging it away.

“Tell you what?”

“About your contract,” I hissed as we walked near a corner “The Raw contract that you turned down!”

“Regal told you that,” he scowled.

“Why would you do that?” I found my voice wobbling “Why would you give that up?”

“For you,” he answered flatly “I’m not leavin’ ya. Not while I’ve fucked things up like I have…”

“You go back to Hunter and you fucking beg for that contract, you hear me?” I pressed my finger into the middle of his chest.

“Say you’ll go out wit me then,” he pushed back, just as sure of himself as I was.

“What?” I scoffed “Pete this isn’t….”

“Say it,” he tilted my chin up toward him “One date.”

“A date?” I laughed.

“I never really planned one but I can give it a go,” he clenched his jaw in determination.

I stood there for a few seconds, my mind racing on what one simple little date could mean. Twenty four hours ago, we had made zero progress but that was because of me. Maybe we owed each other just this one thing.

“Fine,” I whispered before turning and leaving him behind.

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Time Can't Erase

Part 10 of my Hold On Me Series. You can find the rest on my Master List

Summary: Pete’s jealousy flares again but it might actually be useful this time.

Time passed slower than usual.

I walked around every day with Pete’s words of redemption ringing in my ears. I heard them loudest when I would see him, of course.

I stopped making eye contact with him. I knew it probably infuriated him. I wasn’t trying to, I was just trying to save myself the heartbreak of having to look into those eyes.

One day in catering, he was next to me in line and we both reached for the same serving spoon. Our fingers traced across each other’s for a brief second before I pulled away and decided I could do without potatoes for one day.

Another time, I ran in to him when he came out of Regal’s office. Our chests collided and I instinctively pushed back away from him. He was far to close to me.

I could see his chest deflate, since I was avoiding his gaze, and he pushed passed me. I stood breathless in the doorway and finally Regal’s booming orders broke me out of the fog I was wrapped up in.

Seeing him was painful. Touching him, even if it was by accident, was painful like a sunburn on my skin. As the weeks ticked by, my mind wondered to who he might be having sex with…Who was he touching with those hands that I used to call mine? Who’s ear was he whispering into when he kissed along their neck?

The thoughts often got to be too much.

I didn’t have a way to turn them off. Instead, they got increasingly louder and more gut wrenching to think about. Pete licking up the thighs of a random stranger, Pete biting the flesh of a groupie’s stomach, Pete trailing his fingers up her side….

I knew I needed to let it all go. Pete wasn’t mine. He never was completely mine from the beginning.

“Marty Scurll?” I repeated, my eyes flying up from my laptop “Are you serious?”

“That’s why we have to seize this opportunity,” Regal folded his hands over his desk “And since Hunter is otherwise engaged, I will be taking you along with me over this little…meeting of the minds, if you will.”

“You want me, to go to a bar with you and Marty Scurll?” I laughed “What could I possibly do to help you?”

“I am retreating back to an old tactic. Get them a little loose with some nice scotch, toss a few ideas around, and hope that you can reel them in on a deal that will profit both sides.”

“And where exactly do I fall in the categories of scotch drinking and the fishing?” I raised a perfectly contoured eyebrow at him.

“You, my dear, will be the closer.”

“The closer?” I laughed “I’m not sleeping with him, Regal.”

“Bite your tongue!” his eyes grew angry “I am suggesting nothing of the sort. You are far less intimidating than me, no offense of course.”

“None taken,” I shrugged my hands up.

“You are there to help me seal the deal by backing up the things I say with the statistics and proof that I need.”

“I’m going to look like a total nerd,” I shook my head.

“Wrong,” he stood up “You will be the business woman that you are. This will be your first lesson in how to broker a deal.”

“Ok,” I stood up in front of him “Count me in.”

The bar Regal chose for my first endeavor in the brokerage world, was a bar frequented by all of the NXT roster.

It was a Friday night and the minute we walked inside, the little hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I didn’t like closed in spaces where Pete might be. I didn’t see him but that didn’t mean anything.

I wasn’t sure what to wear to my first big deal at a bar. After a little deliberation, I decided despite the setting that professional was best. I had on a white, sleeveless top that was flowy around the bottom and a black pencil skirt. I also brought a black blazer but peeled it off the minute we got inside the stuffy bar.

Within a few minutes, the door opened and Marty stepped through. I had seen him in passing during my time in the UK but never really talked to him.

“There he is,” Regal stood up from the booth we were in “Put on your game face.”

I stood too and waited while Regal shook his hand, then extended mine.

“Hello sweetheart,” Marty smiled “I believe we’ve met before.”

“A couple times, briefly,” I felt my cheeks flush as he shook my hand with a strong grip.

We all three sat down, Marty beside me so he could stare intimidatingly at Regal.

I opened my laptop, all of my notes lined up in bullet points. Regal started discussing the ins and outs of a contract.

I immediately lost all train of thought when the door opened and Pete came through it, with Trent in tow.

Before I had a chance to avert my eyes, he caught them in a gaze that I couldn’t break away from if my soul depended on it.

Pete absently ran his tongue over his lower lip, his hand pulling at the bottom of his tight black t-shirt. Trent shoved at him to keep walking and he did, his eyes still locked onto mine.

“Are you even remotely paying attention?”

Regal broke me out of it and I jerked my head toward him.

“I, I’m sorry,” I stammered “Let me show you here…”

I turned the computer toward Scurll and relied on all the knowledge I had collected over the months, to help me not sound like a blathering fool.

The waitress sat down three glasses of scotch and I felt my stomach turn just smelling it.

“Shall we toast?” Regal raised his glass “To a hopefully mutually beneficial arrangement.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Marty grinned, clinking his glass against mine and then Regal’s.

This was the third one of the night and my head already felt like it could explode. Even though they had been evenly spaced out, I wasn’t used to drinking it.

“Well, I hope we have given you a lot to think about,” Regal sat up on his elbows.

“Indeed,” Marty nodded his head “A lot to mill over.”

Once again, as my lips danced along the top of my glass, I looked up at the wrong time.

Pete and Trent were sitting at the bar. Pete’s hand was covering his mouth, his elbow propped up. Three empty shot glasses sat in front of him and his eyes were glued to the booth. They looked dark, almost angry.

Then I realized why. It was my proximity to Scurll, a man who I had absolutely no interest in at all. The fact that we were sitting beside each other, that we had both been crowded around my MacBook as I went over my points, that we were sharing scotch…Pete was doing his best to keep his mouth shut and his hands to himself.

He had absolutely no right to say a single solitary word and I would tell him so, if I had to do it.

We all three stood after a couple more minutes of idle chit chat, shaking hands again and Marty left.

“So?” I sighed looking over at Regal “How did I…?”

“Very impressive, especially considering that Dunne stared a hole through your head the entire time.”

“How did you…?”

“I saw him come in and I can only imagine,” Regal ran a hand through his hair as he reached for his suitcase “How about I take your computer back with me and you stay and enjoy yourself, hm?”

“With Pete?” I spat, as I handed it over.

“I didn’t say that,” he was quick to clarify “I believe there are plenty of familiar faces here with which you can associate.”

“Ok,” I nodded, tucking my curled hair behind my ears.

“See you on Monday…Great job tonight.”

“Thank you,” I smiled softly at him, his hand patting my shoulder as he left me standing alone.

Not for long.

“After all this time…”

I flipped around where I stood and I squealed in surprise.

“Mike!”

I wrapped my arms quickly around his neck and then pulled away, trying my best to stay balanced despite the flow of the alcohol in my veins.

“I was wondering when I would get to see you,” I laughed, crossing my arms over my chest, in yet another effort to center myself.

Mike Rome and I had started out the same way. We both wanted to be in the business, had no clue how to do it and eventually made our way through some of the indie circuits. He had drifted toward announcing and interviewing, while I took the behind the scenes route. He was one of the sweetest guys I knew and I hadn’t seen him in years. Despite the number of months I had been with NXT, I had yet to have an opportunity to talk to him.

“Drink?” he motioned toward the bar.

“How about I just sit with you?” I laughed, following him to two open bar stools.

I felt eyes heating up the side of my face but I chose to ignore them. What was going on was perfectly innocent and even if it wasn’t, it was yet again none of Pete’s business.

We talked and laughed about all our old times together. It was nice to catch up with someone who had been in the trenches with me in the beginning.

“Regal and Hunter have a lot of faith in you,” Mike downed a shot of tequila and winced.

“How would you know?” I shrugged, reaching for the long island that I had been sipping on for close to thirty minutes.

“Word gets around,” he reached for a bowl of peanuts on the bar top “They seem to think you’re gonna help run the business before much longer.”

“I’m just learning,” I felt my cheeks blush again, damn it.

“Learning? From what I can see you’ve got it pretty well under control,” he laughed “Making deals with prospective talent? Regal doesn’t come around to people that easy. I’m pretty sure that he still hates me.”

“No he doesn’t,” I laughed.

“Really? Has he ever even mentioned me?”

“Um…No?” I giggled.

“Exactly!” Mike pointed a finger at me “Proof right there!”

“Better than him mentioning you and it being bad,” I toyed with the straw in between my fingers.

The whole right side of my face was on fire now, but I still refused to look.

“Valid point,” he nodded.

Just then, a couple of girls walked by and I watched Mike’s eyes start to wander.

“You should go talk to them,” I grinned “They’re cute.”

“Yeah,” he continued to watch them “Yeah, I might.”

“You’re not being rude, if you want to go,” I insisted.

He stood up, tossing some money on the bar and winked at me.

“We’ll do some more catching up, right?”

“Of course.”

He left me and struck up a conversation with the girls.

I continued sipping on my drink, which I didn’t really need to be drinking. My head was dizzy and the more I drank, the more numb my fingers became.

I glanced in Pete’s direction, without meaning to, and he was watching me, his fingers tracing the lip of his own glass. The muscles in his arms, accented by his t-shirt, flexed sharply as if he were holding back.

Finally, I reached for my purse and asked the bartender to close out my tab. I passed him the company credit card. It felt weird buying all that scotch with the company’s money but Regal insisted it was all part of the business. I guess it made sense.

I squinted, as I tried to write the tip down on the right line. Once I managed, I stood up and immediately leaned back against the bar.

Scotch was a very bad idea, that was true.

Long Island? Terrible, terrible mistake.

I dug back into my purse for my phone to order an Uber. I squinted yet again to type in my address when I felt a hand take hold of my phone and rip it from my grasp.

“What the fuck?” I gasped without even realizing it.

The alcohol was all starting to come together in a tidal wave of nausea and dizziness.

I looked up to see Pete holding my phone in his rough hand.

“Where do ya think you’re going?” he asked gruffly.

“Give me my phone, Pete!” I reached for it but he kept it away from me.

I propped my back against the bar, unable to stand and fight with him.

“Not a chance,” he shook his head.

“I was trying to order a ride.”

“I can drive you to your hotel,” he huffed, as if he were insulted I hadn’t thought of that first.

We hadn’t said two words to each other in almost two months. Now he wanted to take me in his car? Screw that.

“I’m not in a hotel,” I groaned, trying my best to slide my blazer over my shoulders.

“What do you mean you’re not staying in a hotel?” Pete scoffed, as he stared at the app on my phone.

“I have an apartment,” I leaned forward, the words lingering in the air.

His head jolted up and his eyes darkened yet again.

“Apartment? When?”

“A month ago,” I grabbed my phone at last, thanks to the distraction.

“Alone?”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” I laughed out of frustration, tilting my head back to stare at the ceiling.

“Do you have a roommate, love? Not a hard question.”

Love?

“Don’t you call me that!” I pointed my finger dangerously close to his face.

He drew in a deep breath, turning his head to the side to gather himself. His cheeks puffing in and out.

“What’s the address?” he finally grabbed my phone again “I’ll type it in for you.”

I rattled it off, against my better judgement, and his fingers typed it into the destination box.

“Good, you’ve done your good deed for the night,” I wrapped my blazer around me “Now leave.”

I grabbed my phone and stumbled toward the door.

“Absolutely not,” Pete followed me out to the curb “You’re not gonna get into a bloody car with someone ya don’t even know!”

I supposed it was the liquid courage, or maybe the two months of built up frustration, or both but I had heard enough of his mouth.

“I will go wherever I fucking want to!” I screamed at him, our faces a foot apart at best “I’ll go where I want, with who I want! I’ll do whatever I want to do! If I wanna fuck some guy, guess what, Pete? I’ll fuck him! If I wanna go out on dates, I will! I don’t need your permission to do a god damn thing, you understand?”

The anger was laced all over his face but he was trying desperately to reign it in. I could tell mixed in with the anger was hurt but I didn’t care. He needed to hurt. He needed to feel as broken as I did.

“Just leave me alone,” I sighed in disgust, turning away from him “Go back to your little groupies.”

“I’m not letting you leave here alone,” he growled defiantly.

Just then, the car pulled up and an admittedly creepy looking guy rolled down the window to confirm with me. I suddenly wished that I had held my tongue until I got home. I might be mad as hell but I was still a little wary.

“Get in the car,” Pete ushered me into the backseat and he slid in beside me.

The ride over was silent. I kept as much distance between us as possible. My head was still spinning and finally I leaned it against the window.

“Don’t be smudging up my window, now,” the driver kidded at me.

“She can do whatever she wants,” Pete snarled.

Normally, I would have apologized for him but in my state I could only wrinkle my nose in annoyance.

We finally pulled up to my apartment complex and exited the car. Pete cast a menacing look at the driver, who wasted no time pulling away.

“Which floor?”

“First,” I started stumbling toward it.

“You shouldn’t live on the first bloody floor,” he scolded me as he walked behind me “It’s too fuckin' dangerous.”

“I can live on whatever floor I damn well want to,” I spat.

I somehow managed to get the door open and tossed my shoes across the living room, balancing against the wall.

“You can go now,” I turned to him, anger seething from every inch of me.

He stood still while I ripped off my blazer and walked to the fridge for some water. I swept my hair up off my neck with a hair tie I found on the counter and headed toward my bedroom.

“Oh, you don’t have a car do you?” I turned around and smirked at him.

“If you want me ta leave, then I’ll walk,” he answered flatly.

I saw his eyes looking passed me through my open bedroom door. The same bed that we had spent so many nights together lying in, was in plain view. I bit my lip and let out a sigh.

“You can sleep on the couch,” I relented “But in the morning, Trent can take care of you.”

“Fine,” he nodded, walking closer toward the couch and me, by proximity.

I should have moved and slammed the door in his face, but I didn’t.

He got closer and a little smile turned up on his cracked lips.

“What?” I scowled.

“I like it when ya look at me,” he whispered “Not been much of that lately.”

“You don’t deserve it. At all.”

“Didn’t say I did,” he whispered roughly “It’s just nice that’s all…”

“Goodnight,” I continued to stare at him.

He nodded, his hand reaching out and brushing along my arm, his eyes staring into my soul.

“Don’t,” I growled.

I jerked my body away and slammed the door.

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If The Walls Could Talk

Angry Jay Briscoe Smut. - Anon

Yeah, there’s hardly any plot. This is just pretty much smut.

“Good luck,” I smiled softly at Jay as he walked toward me down the cramped hallway.

We were at a house show. The venue was small, dark and quite frankly, gritty. Jay had a big number one contender match versus Sabin. He was hungry for the ROH title that clung to Cole’s waist tighter than the long line of women that waited for him after a show.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he forced a smile at me, sliding his t-shirt over his head as he walked toward the entrance ramp.

I felt myself gasp when he did, staring at his tattooed muscles. I wanted absolutely nothing more than to be with Jay. We had been friends for months, ever since I started my job with backstage coordination in the company.

It was hard to gain Jay’s trust, at least that’s what everyone told me. More than one person told me they were shocked at how quickly Jay had took to me. He usually just kept to his brother Mark, avoiding much interaction with anyone else unless it was inside the ring.

Every single time that I looked at him, I wanted to know how it felt to have his strong arms wrapped around me, his tongue exploring my mouth and my body, his hands all over me.

I watched the match on a tiny monitor in one of the back rooms. I was pretty sure I chewed almost every single one of my fingernails off. It was a hard fought match but in the end, Sabin’s hand was raised in victory. Sabin was number one contender and Jay was back to square one.

I’m not sure what possessed me to go looking for Jay but I did. I made my way down the hallway, walls painted black with graffiti littering it. It was completely empty until Jay rounded the corner. He was huffing breath back into his lungs and his jaw was clenched so tight that it scared me.

“Jay?” I asked innocently, walking toward him “Are you…?”

“What the fuck am I gonna do, huh?” he spat, his hands resting on his hips as he paced across the narrow hallway.

“You’ll get another shot.”

“Like hell I will,” he grunted “Fuckin’ Sabin. Fuckin’ Cole. I’ve been in this company a lot longer than either one of those motherfuckers!”

“I, I know,” I mumbled, not sure what to say.

He stopped pacing and turned to me, his hands dug into my hips and he pushed me against the wall. His nose was almost touching mine, his eyes blaring with a mixture of anger and hunger.

“Jay?” I gasped, my hands gripping onto his bare chest.

“I fuckin’ want you, you know that?” he snarled, his hands sliding up my sides.

I gasped, as I felt his hands take a turn south and slide down passed my skirt and up my thigh.

“For a long time, baby,” he growled, his tongue darting out to run along my closed lips “Never could man up and tell you...Fuckin’ kiss me.”

I gripped his face, dragging his lips toward mine. When they met, his tongue plunged deep, pressing against mine in a flurry of wet kisses. The whole time, his hand crept up my leg and finally, dipped into my panties.

“Jay,” I mumbled against his mouth.

“Uh uh,” he shook his head, pulling away “You just keep those pretty little lips closed, you hear me?”

I nodded, as I felt his fingers slide across my slicked heat.

“Fuck yeah,” he pressed his forehead against mine “I been wantin’ this pussy for months.”

I remembered what he said and didn’t respond, even though I wanted to.

He pulled his hand out, sucking on his fingers and closing his eyes as he did.

“Shit,” he whispered, as he dropped them from his lips “I knew you would taste good but god damn.”

His fingers found their way back into my panties and he plunged three fingers up inside of me before I had time to think. I jolted and he capped his hand over my mouth.

“Shh,” he laughed “I said for you to be quiet, sweetheart.”

I nodded, as he moved his fingers more rapidly inside of me. I started rocking my body against his thumb which was pressed against my clit.

“You like that,” he ran his tongue along my ear “Fuck. I’m making you feel good, ain’t I?”

I nodded and nipped at the skin of his palm, still covering my mouth.

He started moving faster and I moaned into his hand. His eyes were locked on me, his tongue darting over his lips as he watched me.

“You gonna cum?” he groaned.

Suddenly, I heard the scuffle of footsteps and I jerked my head to see Cole and the Bucks headed our way.

“Don’t you fuckin’ stop,” Jay spat against my ear, his hand coming off my mouth.

He hooked his fingers inside of me, roughly petting my g-spot. I bucked my hips against his hand and he smirked, his eyes darting toward the men who were almost by us.

“Don’t stop,” he panted again, his thumb flicking my clit hard.

“Fuck,” I yelped, throwing my head back against the wall and closing my eyes tightly.

“Keep movin’ boys,” Jay snarled.

I opened my eyes to see all three of them staring at me, as I came undone around the strong fingers of Jay Briscoe.

Adam licked his lower lip, his eyes falling to Jay’s arm sticking out from under my skirt and then back to my gaping mouth.

“Oh shit!” I squealed.

Matt and Nick both averted their eyes, finally turning and tugging Adam away.

“Cum for me, baby,” Jay turned his eyes back to me “You fuckin’ deserve it.”

His mouth went to my neck, his teeth digging into my skin. I could feel his shoulder shaking with how quickly he was pumping his fingers inside me.

“Jay,” I whined, feeling everything tighten around him “Oh, fuck.”

“That’s it,” he breathed against my ear “Cum all over my fingers, sweetheart .”

I started to scream and his hand covered my mouth again.

Once I had rode out the intensity, I collapsed my body against his.

“Come with me,” he grabbed my hand.

He led me down the hall, sucking on the fingers that had just been inside me. Once we entered an empty room, he locked the door.

“Take off all your clothes,” he ran his hand along his chin “I wanna see how fuckin’ sexy you are. I know you got a sexy lil’ body under all them fancy clothes you wear.”

I felt my cheeks flush and he sucked on his lower lip in anticipation.

I pulled my shirt over my head and unzipped my skirt, leaving me in my underwear.

I watched Jay rip his belt off and drop his pants to the floor. He stepped out of his boots and played with the band of his boxers teasingly.

“I said get naked,” he growled, moving closer to me “I gotta do everythin’?”

I felt myself getting more excited with every command he gave me and being defiant, just a little, made it even better.

He reached around and unhooked my bra, jerking it off my body.

“Fuck," he murmured as his hands came up to squeeze my breasts between them.

He leaned down, running his tongue along one of my nipples and then flicking it quickly. His eyes looked up at me as he did and I dug my fingers into his head.

“Your tits taste damn good,” he groaned against my chest “Fuckin’ perfect size.”

He leaned back up and his fingers played with my panties.

“I can’t wait any longer, baby,” he slid them down off my hips “I gotta get inside this tight lil’ pussy.”

I ripped his boxers down, exposing the large erection I had seen pressed against his pants for minutes now.

“You wanna be rough with me?” he grinned, running his thumb along his chin amusingly “All right, let’s go sweetheart.”

He picked me up, his hands jerking my legs around his waist. Jay shoved me against the wall. I waited with shaky knees as he finally slid his dick up inside me. He moaned, as he pushed passed my walls.

“God damn,” he bit on my earlobe “Tightest pussy I ever fucked.”

He didn’t give me any time to adjust to him. He immediately started thrusting up into me, hard. My back bounced off the wall over and over again. His hands gripped my ass, occasionally smacking it.

“Fuck yeah, you feel like I thought you would. One time and I'll never get enough,” he growled, his hands jerking me against him as hard as he could.

“J…Jay,” I gasped, as he pushed himself faster into me.

My nails dug into his back and he rolled his head back, in pleasure.

“Mmm, hell yeah. You've been thinkin' 'bout me too," he grinned, dropping me to the ground

“No, don't stop," I whined immediately without thinking.

He laughed, turning me around and pressing me against the wall.

“I’m not done yet, darlin’,” he gasped, as he thrust into me from behind.

“Shit,” I yelped, my nails trying to dig into the cracks of the cement block walls for support.

His hand slammed down on my ass and I screamed. I heard a satisfied cackle from behind me.

Jay’s hands roamed around, to grip my breasts as he pushed me up and down on his dick.

“Yeah, stick that pretty ass out…Just like that,” he smacked me again and I pushed myself closer to him, standing on my tip toes.

He started pounding harder and before I knew it, I could feel myself climbing toward my orgasm.

“You wanna cum with me, baby? Huh?” he drew my head back close to him, his hand lightly gripping my throat.

“Yes,” I managed to gasp.

His hips started snapping against my ass and I felt everything inside me ripple around him. He grunted loudly and leaned closer, his warm breath on my neck as he came inside me.

"I'm holdin' on to you, make you mine," he growled aggressively against my ear.

I moaned, as I circled my hips a few more times, riding my orgasm out completely.

Jay slid out and turned me around. His mouth devoured mine again, his thumbs lightly pressing into my cheeks.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” I gasped, when he finally pulled away.

He laughed, pressing his body flush against mine. I traced the tattoos on his chest with my fingers and he shuttered.

“Fuck, I feel better,” he whispered, placing a quick kiss on my forehead.

“Can we do it again?” I turned my eyes up at him innocently.

“Give me time to get my strength back up, sweetheart….I can go all night with you.”

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