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The Mentorship, Part 21

The Mentorship

Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC

Part 21 of 22 (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)

Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing

Word Count: 2812

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20

Taglist: @writeandsurvive @theweaselandthekilt (DM or comment to be added!)

Scott locked the doors, if anyone came they’d just have to wait outside until he was ready to let them in. Just as she was starting up the steps, he came in behind her and scooped her up in his arms. She squealed a little in surprise, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck to hold herself.

“Is this ok?” He asked, realizing she’d never said outright that she was ok with him touching her, “I’m just worried about that traumatized leg of yours,” He slightly teased.

“Yes…” She looked up at him, realizing how much she’d missed the feel of his arms, his hands, his body, “I’m ok with it.” She severely understated exactly how she was feeling in the moment. She felt butterflies passing through the doorway to his room. He set her down in the bathroom, backing away.

“I’ll be right back” He held up a finger as he exited, grabbing her silky robe and the pajamas that lay on top of her suitcase. He knocked on the doorframe before entering, finding her exactly as he left her. He set down her things on the counter, sitting on the edge of the large soaking tub as he began to draw her a bath.

Brinkley felt oddly flattered by the gesture, waiting for his full attention.

“Shouldn’t take it too long…” He tested the temp of the steaming stream, adjusting it accordingly, “I can…” He motioned towards the door, implying he could leave if she wanted him to.

“No…you should stay,” She shook her head, taking a step toward him, “I might need some help,” She could feel her core tremble. She could hardly comprehend how much she wanted him.

“My help?” He cocked his head sideways slightly, “What else could I possibly help you with?”

“Well…” She blushed even though she was the one coming on to him, “for starters, taking my clothes off,” she looked at him even though it only made her cheeks burn hotter. She felt as if even the temperature of the room shot up, as his eyes flickered up and down her for a moment, looking hungrier by the second, “I am hurt, after all,” She poutedly remarked.

“Oh your gruesome injury?” He couldn’t help but smile at her weak excuse, “You need me to kiss it and make it all better, too?” He widened the spread of his legs from where he sat on the edge of the tub, rubbing his thighs as if his hands were just itching to get a hold of her, “You better c’mere then…”

Why was she so nervous for him to touch her, especially in this way? It was nothing new, it wasn’t any different than any way he’d touched her hundreds of times before. But it felt like it was. She stepped up closer to him, stopping as she stood just between his knees. She was still just in her workout gear…she suddenly became self conscious that she might smell sweaty after 2 hours in the ring. But, it was clear that Scott didn’t seem to mind even if she did.

He lifted her shirt first, tossing it to the side. He slowly pulled down the zipper of her sport’s bra, each inch building the sexual tension between them. Part of her wished he’d move more swiftly, it might dispel the smidgen of anxiety that rested in her. But as he met his eyes, and really saw him, she felt that bond of trust again. She knew it seemed too soon, but she didn’t want to punish him any more.

“You know, you drew me a bath once before,” She tried to subdue the tension.

“I remember,” He looked up at her with a wry smile, “I remember that night explicitly,”

“Me too,” Though she blushed, remembering how nervous she was feeling a stranger's hands but somehow knowing they were his.

“My only regret,” He slowly slipped her bra from her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor, but his eyes remained on hers, “Is that our first time wasn’t just you and me,”

“Part of me thought that was going to happen a few times before that night,” She admitted, “Like that one time you were in my room and I was only in that towel,” She recalled that interaction, knowing it would have led to more if Curt hadn’t walked in.

“It was absolutely going to,” Scott said firmly enough that it made her shiver. He peeled her tights off, sliding his hands to her waist and pulling her to move closer to him. He gently kissed the valley between her breasts, feeling her let out a long breath.

“I wanted you…so much,” She admitted, knowing that at the time they’d been dancing around their attraction. She wasn’t now, “I want you even more now,”

Scott growled, his teeth grazing along her nipple, his hands still holding her steady as she slid her hands in his hair. He left it down now, knowing how much she liked it that way. Her hands slid down his back, pulling at his shirt until she could lift it from him.

Soon she found herself in the steamy water, Scott laying behind her. She could feel his entire body against her; his manhood throbbing against her backside. But he didn’t rush her, one hand rested across her chest as one hand teased her breast and the other slowly worked between her splayed thighs. She gripped onto his forearm that rested on her chest. As his fingers slipped between her folds, he used two to circle her clit at a mind numbingly slow pace.

Brinkley tried her best not to squirm, feeling his intimate touch. He’d slow if her arousal flared too much, backing off to the lightest, whispered touch until she calmed.

“Scott, please,” She murmured, pressing against him as she begged for firmer, faster stimulation. Though underwater, he could feel her pussy was saturated by her own wetness, he could feel her sex pulsing beneath his fingers. He could hardly manage the sensations he felt from the way she was moving against his now achingly hard shaft.

He kissed her earlobe, her cheek, along her jaw as he gave into her insistent pleas of sexual respite. The warm water lapped over her, the heat of it surrounding her submerged body. She felt as if she were his submissive captive, willing to let him decide when she could cum. His touch was controlled, but vigorous as he held her as still as he could, making her submit to his demand. She cried out his name as she came, her hands gripping tightly into his thighs.

“Scott, please…please baby, I need you,” she writhed slowly as his fingers continued their exploration over her sensitive folds, “Don't you want me?” She whimpered, wishing he would release her so she could slip under the water and find out how long she could really hold her breath.

“I’m about to fucking lose it, I want you so bad,” He growled in her ear, “But my dick is gonna explode the second its inside you…I’m gonna need a minute, baby girl,”

Brinkley thought for a moment before speaking, knowing in her heart she wanted to say it.

“I can wait for you, Daddy…” She murmured, feeling Scott tense just a little under her.

“Brinkley, baby, you don’t have to-” He started, knowing that his jealousy over that term alone had been part of his undoing.

“I wouldn’t if I didn’t want to,” She interjected, reaching her hand up to glide her fingers along his stubbled cheek, “Don’t you want me to?” she reverted back to a feigned tonal innocence.

“God yes…” He slipped his fingers down farther, working them slowly in and out of her, “turns me on so fucking much…”

She was barely dried off before Scott threw her on the bed. He kissed her slowly at first, barely resisting the urge to bury himself inside of her, his cock pulsing against her thigh.

“Scott, please,” She begged, arching a little as his lips grazed along her neck. She didn’t think she could take much longer without feeling him inside of her. She felt herself insanely consumed with want, her patience waning. She calmed slightly when he lifted up slightly, looking down at her with an intense but soft stare. Her hands paused from wandering over his body.

“Brinkley,” He looked down at her, his gut cramping with nerves for a moment, “I love you,” He felt the words slip from his lips and he didn’t immediately regret them or even in the moments after. He let out the breath he’d been holding as her hand slid across his cheek.

“I love you, too…” She said, the corners of her lips lifting into a gentle smile, happy to hear the words from him.

Her smile only lasted a few moments as Scott slipped himself into her fully with an urgent motion. She gasped, her fingertips digging into his ribs as she held on to him tightly, afraid to let go.

“What, baby?” He said a hint of teasing in his tone, “too much for you?”

She nodded, licking her lips to wet them quickly.

“Way too much…but don't stop, please don't stop,” she held on to him tightly, bracing herself for his next thrust that was just as deep and firm as the first. She loved the way he made her feel; this was the way she wanted to experience him. Should could feel his emotional closeness, could feel the desire in his movements that this was as much for her as it was for him. He kissed her as their bodies melded together, his lips hungry to touch all of her, trailing along her neck, her shoulders.

He hooked one arm around her leg, making her whimper as he drove himself deeper, his pace controlled by the collision of lust and love he’d tried to keep buried but could no longer.

He couldn’t lose her. Not this one. He’d lost so many before, but he had to be better for her and for himself.

Brinkley felt as if her body were on fire, aching for him so deeply, she thought she might cry. She wrapped her arms around him as if she were worried he would float away. She held him so tightly the friction between them nearly rubbed her skin raw, but she only begged him for more.

Her thighs quivered, her muscles felt weak, but she didn’t dare let him go. Each climax was a gift she felt grateful to receive. SHe knew he was holding back, desperately trying to give her all the pleasure he possibly could. But she wanted him to feel the same.

She begged for his release, impatient to feel his explosive seed. She wanted to hear the pained grunt that rumbled from his throat when he came. She begged him again, Scott submitting to her call as well as the one inside of him desperate for that flood of pleasure.

Each pulse of his cock made Scott nearly lightheaded, his world spinning except for the grip of her arms and legs around him, holding him steady. His breathing was so heavy that he nearly shuddered against her. He knew the weight of him must’ve been considerable, but she didn’t loosen her embrace. She adored the feel of him against her.

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When Brinkley woke the next morning, she felt weightless, as if every care was lifted from her when she turned and saw the mass of black waves on the pillow beside her. She grinned slightly at the gentle lope of his snores. He only seemed to do that after he’d been exhausted by sex. Knowing that made her love it more. When he’d pass out drunk, his snore was far more obnoxious.

As she lay on her side, watching him sleep, she noted how peaceful he looked. She wanted to do anything she could to make him happy. She knew he struggled with himself. She hoped he trusted her. She hoped she wasn't foolishly trusting him, but she wanted to. Only time would tell; she'd have to be patient.

Scott stirred and stretched, humming as he felt her laying against his side. His bed was so much colder when she was far away on the other side of it. He noticed the sheets were still pushed to the side, seeing the varying shades of their flesh intertwined. The feel of her soft thigh laid over his hip was the most comforting weight he'd ever felt.

“Good morning, “ he pressed his lips to her forehead softly, “Big day today, huh?”

Brinkley felt her stomach flip, her nerves flaring. The only thing that was changing officially was their in ring activity. But she knew it represented much more.

“Yeah…I hope I can do you guys proud…” she did not sound as confident as she had before.

“Baby, you'll do amazing. This is what you've been working so hard for,” he reminded her, his hands gently rubbing her back, “You have a lot of talent, this is just gonna be that push you need to make your own name,”

“I feel ready,” she knew this was the goal, it just felt different than she'd anticipated, “Just…nerves, I guess,”

“I'd think there was something wrong if you weren't nervous.” He stretched again, letting out a vocal yawn, “let's take a look at that leg…” he groaned as he sat up, his body often sore first thing in the morning. Brinkley propped herself up on her elbows as he took her calf in his lap, running his thumb over the slightly broken skin, “You definitely got some rope burn. Probably won’t be the last time either,”

“I’ve had it before, but not quite this bad,” She winced a little when his thumb passed over the deepest laceration, “But I’ll live. It doesn’t really hurt,”

“Good to hear, because you’ve got a big match tonight, you big baby,” He pinched her thigh lightly as she playfully kicked him. He looked back at her, biting his lip, “You better get dressed or we’re never gonna make it out of this bedroom.

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Kevin met them at Scott’s house and the two rode together to the arena. Still trying to subscribe to kayfabe, Brinkley rode with Curt, who’d stayed the night again. She was happy to be riding with him, she felt safe venting her anxieties to him.

“What if I forget everything when I’m out there? What if I just freeze up?” She rambled on about everything that could go wrong. He smirked as he saw her sitting on her hands, trying everything not to chew on her nails.

“Brink, you won’t forget the moves. You won’t freeze up. You’re going to be the star out there and you know it.” Curt tried to bolster her confidence.

“What if I fall flat on my face and like break my nose,” She continued rambling.

“Then you come over to me, I’ll reset it and you keep going. It won’t bruise until tomorrow so you’ll be fine,” He shrugged.

“OK, Mr. I-Have-An-Answer-For-Everything,” She tried to be snide, but she was fighting a grin.

“You won’t fall, because one of us will be there to catch you,” He looked at her while they waited at a stop light, his tone soft, but more serious.

“What if I -” She looked away from him, down at her knees unable to look him in the eye, “What if I miss being your valet - what if this is a mistake?” She knew she wanted more, but she still felt unproven.

“I’m not going anywhere, Brinkley,” he reassured her, “I’ll always be backstage, we’ll be traveling together all the time. I’m sure you’ll have plenty of chances to come out and interfere with my matches,” He teased a little, trying to get a smile out of her while also knowing there was a likelihood that would happen, “Not that much is going to change…”

“Yes it will. Everything is changing,” She cut him off, “I just wanna feel like I’m ready,” She shrugged.

“You will. It’ll hit you. We all already know it. We see it. The bookers see it.” Curt could see the arena approaching ahead of him and he knew she saw it too as she took a deep breath, “You’re probably gonna usher in a new era of women in this business. It's about time, too,”

She smiled at that thought, for some reason that idea leveled her out. Though the idea of carrying the future of the women’s division on her shoulders should have been pressure - it didn’t feel that way. It gave her motivation to do better - she felt the nerves in her loosening.

“Thanks, Curt,” She looked at him as they drove through the gates, a few screaming fans on either side, “For everything,”

#wrestling fan fic #wrestling fic #wrestling fanfiction #curt hennig #wcw #wwe #wrestling #fanfiction #pro wrestling #1999 #Scott hall #kevin nash #The Mentorship #wrestling smut #cameos by a lot of wrestlers

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itskybabes-blog · 5 months

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The Kiss Of Death

Daniel Garcia x fem!reader

Warning: drinking, still pretty innocent

Part: two

Word count: 1385 words Comments and advice is welcome.

Part one

The shots keep coming and the chat keeps flowing between Daniel and Y/N. 45 minutes past and they’re still talking at the bar, losing track of time.

They shared some aspects of their lives with each other; Daniel tells her about his hometown of Buffalo, New York and how he loves Bad Bunny. Y/N is a little more reserved, simply because she doesn’t know this man well enough to break down her protective barrier just yet. But, he knows that she’s a photojournalist, taking pictures of some of today’s biggest stars on her cameras.

After he told her a corny joke, Daniel admires the glittery smile of Y/N’s as laughter filled the air around them. His eyes linger on her lips a little longer than expected, but when he realised her erratic laughter was coming to an end, his eyes snapped back to hers.

She lifts her eyebrows: she saw that, but she’s not going to make a fuss out of it.

“You are such a comedian,” Y/N says sarcastically, going against her instinct to flirt with this hunk of a man who is clearly drinking in her beauty. The glint in her eyes, the way light bounced off the tip of her nose, the vivid colour and unique cut of her hair made her standout from the rest – how did he manage to grab her attention for so long?

“I should change careers, right?” Daniel replies. A chuckle escapes Y/N before a comfortable silence ensued.

“So…"

"So…"

The two's eyes rest on each other's lips while their bodies inched closer. The music starts to fade out before…

"DG!"

Daniel's head snapped to his right, scowling at a stumbling, slightly intoxicated man approaching the duo. Y/N places her hand in front of her face, trying to shade her eyes from the bright flash darting through the club's low lighting.

"Yo, Danny! You've been gone for a wh- ohh, my bad," the tall and toned man turns off his camera and apologised to the mysterious girl. "I'm sorry! Where's my manners? I'm Isiah."

“Y/N,” you say apprehensively.

The new character stretches his hand out for Y/N to shake, which she did.

Daniel goes red, looking at Y/N with an apologetic look. “I’m sorry about him,” he says, “He don’t know when to quit with all that vlogging shit.”

Y/N offers a sweet smile before brushing it off: “It’s okay! Would have liked some warning so I could check how I look.”

She playfully begins to touch her lips and fluff her hair, as if to correct her looks.

“You look gorgeous, what are you talking about?” Daniel interjects, blushing hard again while Isiah teases him.

“Oh, is Danny tryna rizz you up right now? Oh, oh, I see how it is: you left us to chat this girl up. You left your friends over a girl? Aight!” Isiah lays into Danny as the latter playfully keeps trying to shut him up and pushing him away.

Y/N giggles at Isiah’s sarcastic jealousy, before asking, “Who’s ‘us’?”

Isiah points to the rest of the people in the VIP area. “A bunch of us came to the club to celebrate tonight,” he told the young lady. “You should come dance with us! Danny boy’s taken up enough of your time.”

Tenderly, Danny glances at Y/N as hope sparkles in his eyes. He wants to show off his new friend to the rest of the group.

“Sure, um…” – Y/N’s drinking is playing with her memory.

“Isiah-”

“Isiah! Yes! Sure, Isiah. I’ll come over.”

Danny offers his hand as she get off the bar stool. Her landing was a little rocky because her legs went a bit numb due to the sitting and the alcohol, but she leans into Danny as he protectively walks you over to the gang.

She see a bunch of smiley people having fun in the VIP area behind the DJ booth, and can hear the same laughter emanate from there like it did while Y/N spun the decks.

“Everybody!” Isiah starts to announce to the group, “Look who Danny found at the bar?”

A deep heat rose in your cheeks.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” she attempts to say over the music but her hushed tone is overpowered by the 808s of the tune playing through the club.

“Huh,” a floppy haired guy said in confusion, peering at her over his shades. The other guys and girls – either standing or sitting around their table of drinks, clothes accentuating their chiseled physiques – stared blankly at you. Y/N must admit that anxiety is starting to settle in.

“This is Y/N,” Danny cuts in, saving her. He then proceeds to point to everyone and says their name.

“This is Tyler- ”

“Call me Hook,” the floppy-haired giant gives her an endearing smile and offers her a head nod.

Danny continues: “This is Andretti.”

A golden-skinned muscle man gives her a huge smile and wave, like a bright burst of energy.

“Ricky”

With an eyebrow raised and his lips pursed, there’s a cheeky expression on the man’s face. His shirt is open, showing off his washboard abs, and he just gives her a confident “Hey”.

“This is-” “CHEESECAKE!” Isiah yells over Danny, causing him to go red again and give Y/N a sorry look. She again giggles at his cuteness.

The authoritative stance of the Cheesecake man told Y/N he wasn’t anyone to play with.

“Lastly, here’s the girls; Skye, Kiera and Willow.”

The gorgeously dressed women wave, smiling back sweetly before continuing their gossip session.

Y/N sits next to Danny on the couch and talk more about life; he breaks it to her that he’s only in town for a couple of days – he wrestles for some “promotion” called “AEW”…

… she plays stupid. Yes: she loves wrestling – have watched it since she was a child and regularly watched the promotion – but she underplays how much she knows. Y/N don't want Danny to think she's being fake and on some crazy fan girl shit, which is ironic since downplaying what you know is “being fake” but anyways.

Y/N tucks her hair behind her ear, allowing herself to hear better. He tells her something about fighting some Adam Copeland guy: he corrects himself.

“Um, you know Edge? From WWE?”

Her eyes widen. Y/N thought she was up to date on all things AEW but she must have miss the thousands of social updates on the fact thee Edge from Edge and Christian had jumped ships to “the competition.” Danny’s in the big leagues – how cool?!

“Yeah,” Daniel chuckles, admiring that same glint in her eye she had earlier. “That guy!”

“Wow, that’s huge. Congrats!” Y/N says back, beaming a bright smile.

She then proceeds to tell him about her crazy day getting to the club: Y/N was shooting Megan Thee Stallion and she got her drunk, pouring D’usse in her mouth so she was already a bit drunk and could really use some food.

“So, let’s grab a bite!” Danny says before downplaying his eagerness. "I mean, only if you want to."

"Ugh!," Y/N jokingly grunts. "Don't tempt me with a good time. I could eat a horse, right now!"

Y/N grabs her belongings and checks her bag as Danny jumps up and says his parting words to the rest of his posse. Just as she finished triple-checking she had everything, Y/N sees a palm appear in front of her adorned with several gold rings that reflect the strobe lighting in the club.

"Come on, my lady!"

Her head snaps up to see her Prince Charming shine his own pearly whites. And it did something to her, something ineffable, something that she hopes to feel again. She felt a tingle in her soul like no other – as if she can feel their souls tying in the pit of her stomach.

She gladly grabs his hand, swings her bag over her shoulder and waves animatedly to Danny's friends. She tries not to think too much about it, but were they smirking at her? Hmmm.

Danny drags Y/N towards the cloakroom to get her jacket before they try their luck at sobering up under the dazzling starlight.

A/N: Thanks for waiting! As I continue this, this might turn into Drabble instead of a flowing story so expect to see loads of time descriptors at the top of chapters. Just so I can write them quicker.

I also just realise I'm switching between past tense and second tense because dyslexia is dyslexing. Pls bare with but each chapter might be in a different tense: fuck it.

#black!reader #daniel garcia x reader #aew fics #daniel garcia imagine #daniel garcia #fanfic #aew x reader #black fanfiction #black fanfic writer #wrestler x reader #wrestling imagines #aew imagines #Daniel Garcia x fem!reader

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kyleoreillylover · 1 year

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My holy trinity 🥰🥰 And fav champs in NXT

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whysamwhy123 · 2 months

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#Nothing to see here folks!#Just an old bitch whining and being annoying about stuff - move along! Pay no attention to the hater behind the curtain!#Wrestling is Bad Actually #*Heavy sigh*#I miss wrestling #I really do #I miss watching it and enjoying it and getting excited about it and writing fic about it #But I just can't do any of that anymore. Tony Khan ain't letting me LOL #And I have boring real life adult problems and wrestling used to be my escape from all that but NOT ANYMORE!#It's just really hitting me today how much I'm in Fandom Limbo #I stopped watching AEW months ago because - to put it as diplomatically as possible - it is very much Not For Me anymore #And everything I've seen and heard since then has only confirmed I made the right decision there #But I don't currently have another hyper-fixation to fill the void #So I'm just stuck here desperately waiting for something else to come and save me from this nightmare #And I don't want to be a hater! I used to fucking LOVE AEW and I take no joy in how much I think it sucks nowadays #And I don't wanna be a party pooper either - I see everyone else squeeing about the Bucks or Junglecorpse or MJF and Ospreay or Bryan #And it's just like...I'm glad y'all are having fun - really! But GOOD LORD does none of that appeal to me in the slightest #Most of my faves aren't getting booked - let alone pushed!#And the few that are are even worse off because Tony's booking is SO BAD it makes me unable to give a shit about wrestlers I used to love #I feel like Lieutenant Dan on New Years - everyone else is having a grand ol' time while I'm just sat here like 🙁#I feel like I'm going through the fives stages of grief in regards to fandom at the moment and it is not a good time let me tell ya #So yeah - don't be surprised if I stop being a wrestling blog the second the new Dragon Age game comes out #Save me Bioware! You're my only hope!

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suplexjones · 1 year

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never felt more isolated and alone in my way of thinking than today yay 👍

#text #i'm glad y'all are having a great time #and i'm glad matt knows he's pretty #but i thought this was a place that was safe from most wrestlers #and now i don't want to post gifs or write fic EVER again

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magicalbuttertarts · 2 months

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Damian Priest, female reader, Smut (I am 41 same age as Damian lol I am actually almost a month older than him 😉)

Make You Feel Good (18+)

Damian Priest x f/Reader

WWE Masterlist

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: Smut under the cut. Oral m receiving. Tittie nuzzling. Unprotected sex, p on v.

Requested by @terrortwinunicorn . Hope you like it.

WC 543

Luis - Damian Priest

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

"Take your time cariño." I muttered to her through clenched teeth. Her hands were on my chest, with her nails leaving cresent shaped intents in my chest as she rode me.

My hands were resting on her hips, needing to touch her. To ground myself so I don't flip us over and pound her into the mattress.

Not when she wanted to make me feel good. To take away my stress I have been feeling lately.

My mind momentarily goes back to earlier as she was undoing my jeans, muttering against my lips "Wanna make you feel good."

At first I didn't want to give up control, but as she got on her knees, looking up at me, silently begging me with her eyes, I caved.

One node of my head was all she needed as she took the tip of my cock in her mouth and started to suck.

My eyes closed as I let out a loud moan, my hips bucking, forcing my cock to go further down her throat, but she just moaned around my cock.

I placed my hands on the back of her head as she started to move her lips up and down my cock.

She sucked me off until she had my legs shaking, and I was about cum down her throat, but she pulled away, standing up.

I let out a small whine, and she placed her finger against my lips. "Get on the bed Luis." She told me, and did as she asked.

She climbed into my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck, her ass grinding against my cock as she kissed me, hard.

As she was lifting me, she lifted herself, reached between our two bodies and gripped my cock in her hand, and placed it against her pussy.

The moment she started to slide down, my mouth fell open at how warm and tight she felt. This never gets old.

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It felt like I couldn't see straight. Not with my eyes solely focused on her tits as they were bouncing in front of my face.

Her one arm wrapped around my neck, and the other one gripping my hair, moaning my name.

"Feel so good cariño." I groaned as I nuzzled my face in her chest, my hips bucking up, forcing me to go deeper in her. Her pussy clenching around me, my name falling from her lips.

"Luis." She gasped as I flipped us over.

"Let me take care of you now." I told her before I kissed her, cupping her face.

I pulled back, grabbing her legs that are wrapped around my waist, and putting them over my shoulders.

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My thrusts were hard, and rough. She was a blubbering mess as she came over and over and over again. Her pussy tightening around me, bringing me closer to the edge.

I changed the angle of my hips, making her moan my name one last time.

"Fuck!" I groaned as I came suddenly.

I fucked her through our orgasms, before collapsing on her.

Her wrapping her arms around my back, kissing the top of my head, and my face nuzzling into her chest.

"Luis, I'm hungry baby."

"Mmm, give me 20 minutes, and we can decide on what to order."

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void-detective · 3 months

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A Man can Hate 🔥

[[GIF IS NOT MINE!! All dividers made by cafekitsunes]]

Author note: I feel for y'all Drew McIntyre fans, hopefully they'll be able to give the man a title and these two can fully feud. Also yes I do have an obsession how did you tell?

Warning: Drew is PISSED, choking, and backstage brawl

Word count: 1,013

Summary: After a humiliating loss in his home country by the hands of Punk, Drew tears Punk a new one backstage. And has some very choice words for the former champion about the future of their feud.

Drew McIntyre was livid.

Not only had his championship match been stolen out of his hands again by the man he hated the most, but it had also been within his home country. The man could hate– he could really hate, but this was a new level of anger he had ever felt before.

Even now, standing outside the ring beaten and exhausted; he could feel the adrenaline fueling his system like he had been pumped full of drugs. His body aching and sweating from the match with Priest, but most of all his anger boiling over like he was about to blow his top.

WrestleMania, the number one contender match, the scathing promos by Punk, and now the Clash of Champions match.

That smug ass grin..the referee jersey.. the low blow. He had never felt such humiliation since the last time they screwed him over in his home country. And now he snapped.

The security and referees were no match for Drew as he stormed the backstage area practically seething from every pore in his body. He didn't care who he had to go through to get his hands on Punk, but come hell was about to grab the Chicago native.

As he cut through the backstage area he could feel his heart pounding in his chest like crazy as his fist clenched hard at his sides in frustration. His body vibrated with an intense rage that made everyone steer clear of his path of destruction.

Tables were cleared of items, no matter what they were, trash cans and other items thrown across the room as he shouted for a clear answer to the whereabouts of Punk. He didn't care if the man was cleared or not, he'd make him pay.

And then he caught sight of the slicked back hair and retreating figure of the older man hauling ass backstage. Oh that bitch.

McIntyre ran after Punk, and for a man of his size? He was faster then he looked, hell, now that he was pissed? He was bolting across the backstage, shoving people out of his way toward him. Maybe he'd get his ass in trouble later for his rampage, but right now all he cared about was getting to Punk.

As he zeroed in on Punk he reached out and tightly grasped the back of the man's shirt with one hand before yanking him back hard enough to make him stumble backwards. The Scotsman gripped Punk tight and threw him back toward the wall, making the other man slam back first into the wall with a thud and wheeze.

“J-jesus Christ Drew! What the hell!?” Punk managed through a gasp of pain as he held himself up against the wall trying to ignore the pain shooting up his spine.

“Shut up you goddamn bastard, you hear me!?” Drew snarled out baring his teeth at Punk like he was about to bite the man as he heaved out breaths. His eyes dark with intent and fury as he moved to cage other man against the wall. His hand reached up and grasped tightly around Punk's throat ensuring the man shut up for one as he squeezed dangerously.

“You are getting on my last nerve, I think it's about time I gave you what for.” The Scotsman growled out with a frown and pulled Punk off the wall still gripping his throat as he hauled him through the backstage area. He went towards the production crew and watched as they scattered away quickly leaving him to lay waste to the defenseless man. He used his free hand to push all the equipment off the tables and sent Punk a scathing glare as the man desperately tried to pry his hand off his throat.

“You should've stayed in AEW..” McIntyre whispered, watching the wide eyed stare of the older man before he smirked, watching the pure fear as he tried to reason with the other man. The way he flailed his arms and muttered choked pleas while gripping his arm was almost comical. He ignored the sting in his heart as he prepared himself for the next move.

Don't get emotional.

Drew hauled Punk up and grabbed his jeans as he lifted him in the air then slammed him down into the tables below. The sound of wood cracking and the tables giving in under Punk's weight filling the air as the other man cried out in pain. He chuckled darkly as he looked over at the referees and guards, giving them a look that made them back off before he stepped over the collapsed tables that were under Punk.

One boot rose and stomped down on the “formely” injured elbow of Punk as he dug his heel down into the area. His weight pressed down onto the area as he leaned over to watch the withering figure of Punk under him. His eyes gleaming with delight as he chuckled out and reached a hand out to grasp Punk’s jaw harshly.

“You and me Punk, in your home town…I'm going to humiliate you. I'm going to ensure you wished you would've never returned to the WWE again. I want-” he spoke lowly, “-a dog collar match.” McIntyre sneered out venomously and watched as the horror flashed in Punk's eyes both from the memory and the threats.

That devil..

With that, Drew released Punk from his vice grip and watched as the older man gripped his arm, curling in the spot while glaring back at the other wrestler. The Scotsman still bubbling with rage as Triple H stepped in front of the veteran in order to shield the onslaught of attacks and yelled at McIntyre to back off to which he eventually did as he raised his hands up in surrender.

And one last look was thrown at Punk as Drew backed off from the scene still heaving with breath with a stinging feeling in his heart. His steps heavy as he tangled his fingers in his hair and walked down the hallway silently, emotions swirling inside his body

Damn you Punk.

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thesmallworldofsamizayn · 4 months

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it's craaazy crazy for me to hear about people sorting fics by kudos in descending order or filtering out anything below 50k words or anything else that vastly slims down your selection cause i have been in a fandom now for nearly a year that has, for my character of choice, a grand total of 1200 fics that have been written over the course of a decade. i have at least clicked on every single one that he plays more than a bit part in, and i bet i've reread like half of them. some people donj't know they're fucking born i swear

#but katie why don't you just get into another wrestler so you could read more fics you ask #well it doesn't WORK like that. except it actually does. but guess what i also already read nearly all the seth rollins fic.#and at least 2/3 of it is smut. which is great and all but i am still an asexual it's only ever going to do so much for me

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The Mentorship, Part 14

The Mentorship

Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC

Part 14 of ? (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)

Word Count: 4565

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing

Though it was summer and still hot in the middle of the country. The heat and humidity of Florida was oppressive, but a welcome change. Brinkley finally was looking forward to refreshing her wardrobe. It was summer so she'd likely rely on short shorts and cropped tops. She might buy a few things with longer sleeves until her arm healed. Whatever she bought, she was just relieved to add anything new to the wardrobe rotation.

Even though both were thoroughly exhausted, Brinkley had insisted she go shopping once the plane landed and they’d gathered their bags. Kevin departed for Daytona from the airport with the plan of returning daily for training; he had no interest in spending a day at a mall or department store. He didn’t envy Scott at this moment. Brinkley tried to be as expeditious as possible. She resisted grabbing arm loads to take to the dressing room and have her own mini fashion show. She could see that Scott was beat from traveling and was being benevolent enough to entertain her. She grabbed a few dresses, shorts, and tops and at Scott’s request, some lacy things that he could benefit from later.

Brinkley found herself nervous as Scott pulled up to his house. Suddenly, everything felt very real and intimate. Staying the week with him after one date and a handful of sexual experiences felt perhaps a little premature. She could hear Curt’s objections to it in her head.

“So, this is the castle,” Scott followed her in the door. It was a beautiful house, and Scott seemed to be very proud of it.

“Wow, this is nice,” She walked around the entrance, then into the living room, “Hope I make this much money someday,” She smirked at him, “So where will I be staying? Do you have a guest room?” She said playfully.

“Yeah, it's the right side of my bed,” He took her bag, “Allow me to show you to your room, miss,”

She followed him closely, gulping when she saw the large king bed in his room.

“Jesus, how much money do you even make?” She blurted out, looking at the furniture.

“I get paid well, pretty much the main reason I jumped ship to Atlanta,” He set her bag down, coming up behind her, “But I can think of some other things I’d rather talk about,” He ran his hands down her arms.

“Is that so,” She shivered a little, barely in his room for a minute and he was making a move. She ignored the twinge of pain as he passed over her welt, “Like what, exactly,” She leaned against him, having no plans to resist.

“Well…one thing first, I want to see how hurt you are,” He turned her to face him, with genuine concern in his voice.

“It’s not that bad…” she mumbled, but gave in, knowing he’d see it at some point. She slipped off her shirt and let him gently hold her arm.

“Damn, was he trying to yank your arm off?” Scott looked mad, but she knew it was out of worry, “I mean…I’m no angel, I’ve done some dumb things drunk…I promise you he’ll never have a chance to do this to you again.” Scott swore, “Not while I’m around,”

His protective nature made her instinctively more attracted to him, now loosening her bra as he watched, licking his lips.

“Are you my big protector?” She plied him with an innocent tone, “And here I thought you were the big, bad wolf,” She teased.

“I might just be both,” He took a step toward her, stalking her towards the bed.

He hovered over her as his lips lightly toyed with hers, her neck, her earlobe, her chest, her shoulders. He moved slowly, lingering so that the slightest touch made her gasp. She lay captively under him, basking in his romantic attentions.

She kept her hands soft, too. She touched his body gently, running her fingers along his leathered skin, tough from years of abuse. She felt every line, every crevice, every rippling muscle that flexed beneath.

Scott kissed around her bruise, promising to make her feel better and forget her pain. He wasn’t lying. He entered her slowly, intently watching her every reaction as he slid deeper.

“You feel so good, baby… I just wanna live inside you all the time…” He mumbled as his forehead rested against hers. His hips rolled slowly, but he pressed himself deep, drawing a whimper out of her each time, “Tell me how good I make you feel…”

“So good…” She moaned breathily, “I love the way you feel in me…” She mumbled, whimpering as he slowly sped his pace. She could feel him teasing a release out of her, but she didn’t chase it, “Please…harder…I wanna cum for you,” She begged. “My baby girl wants to cum for me?” He flexed his hips firmly, the force nudging her farther up the bed, “

“Yes….god yes, let me cum for you,” she slid her arms under his, her fingernails lightly digging into his back.

Scott mumbled a curse as he buried his head against her neck, driving himself harder into her as he gave up trying to subdue his own release. Just as he moaned loudly into her skin, he felt her climax around him. She tried her hardest not to, but she couldn’t help dragging her nails down his back a little, stilted whimpers leaving her in time with his orgasmic pulses.

He lay on and in her for a while after, kissing her neck softly, silently taking her in.

It felt different, all of it. Brinkley had to wonder if this was what making love was about. It had been intense and intimate. She felt different afterwards, too. As if she were more of a woman because of it.

“I know I’m no great prize…” Scott mumbled, grazing his lips across hers, just out of reach of a kiss, “But I’m really happy you gave me a chance,”

“Are you serious? Scott…” She slid her knuckles across his stubble, “You’re a better guy than you know…you’re a prize to me. I wouldn’t love you like I do if I didn’t think you were worth every second of it,” She bit her lip immediately and knew her entire body was flushing when she realized what words left her mouth.

“Is that so?” His eyebrows raised at her statement, recognizing the embarrassment of a compulsive outburst, “What exactly did you just say?”

Brinkley shook her head quickly, “Nothing…just you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself,”

“No no no, I heard you say something else. Say it again,” He held her by her chin, stilling her. He smiled at her discomposure.

“Scott…It just slipped out,” She felt stabbing nerves in her belly.

“Let it slip out again,” He ran his thumb over her chin, looking down at her affectionately. Brinkley sighed, but couldn’t argue with him on it.

“I wouldn’t love you like I do…if I didn’t think you were worth every second…” She said it slower, looking into his dark, brown eyes.

“That’s a pretty serious thing to admit,” He looked down at her, knowing he should just let it be. It would be stupid for him to admit the same thing, “You know I care about you a lot, right?” He held his tongue. Though he could say it and mean it…he knew it was too early. And she was so young…could he really trust her to be the adult he would need her to be or would she turn into a love sick puppy.

He felt guilty as she looked up at him in the moment.

“You don’t have to say it back, Scott…I know its not always the same for both people,” She blurted out now, not wanting things to turn awkward, “I know you care about me, Scott. Just leave it at that,” She’d take that rather than having to hear him say he didn’t love her.

Scott kissed her softly before sliding off of her to the side, pulling her with him so she lay on his chest. He knew he’d possibly ruined the moment for her, but she didn’t seem to mind as she snuggled up to him. Having not slept since the night before the show, both fell asleep quickly.

Scott roused her a few hours later, though they could have slept for several more. It was important that they stay on as close of a road schedule with only 4 days off. She felt like she could have slept the entire 4 days if he’d let her. She was excited to wear something new, opting for short cutoffs and a red halter top.

“Damn girl,” Scott said as she made her way into the kitchen, “I’m gonna have to make sure I keep myself hydrated this week,” He winked at her as he took a drink of his beer and offered her one. She shook her head, instead looking at the small selection of wine on his counter, “Oh hell, you’re not a wino like Kev are you?” He sneered playfully.

“Big Kev’s into wine?” She laughed a little, having a hard time picturing Kevin at a wine tasting with crystal flutes and his pinkie out, “Wouldn’t have called that,” She grabbed a white wine, not sure what she would like and looked at the cork curiously. Scott smirked, taking it from her and fishing a corkscrew out of the drawer below the wine. He poured her a glass, handing it to her.

“Speaking of Kev,” He went back to his beer, watching her intently for any reaction to his question, “What would you think about sometime inviting him in on a little fun while we’re on the road?”

Brinkley took a sip, but held it in her mouth as she looked at Scott with some surprise.

“What exactly do you mean…a little fun? Like…poker or something?” She said hoping he wasn't implying what she thought.

“Ha… not exactly.” He sipped his beer watching her reaction, “Something a little more…physical,” he was thoughtful with his word choice.

“Oh…I, uh….” She felt awkward, wondering how often girls were shared between the guys and if she should have been more prepared for something like this.

“I mean, just you were into the idea of Curt and me…” he reminded her, trying not to sneer at the mention of his former tag partner.

“I didn't know that was happening until it was happening though…not really something I was prepared for.” She reminded him that she was blindsided.

“So that's why I'm asking ahead of time,” he reasoned.

“I don't really like the idea,” she said, wondering if she was already going to be a disappointment, “I just want to be with you. Plus, I mostly annoy Kevin… not sure he'd be into it.” She surmised.

“Are you kidding?” Scott chuckled, “He acts like that because he wants to nail you. Pretty standard for Kev.”

“Is…is he gonna be mad if I say no?” She chewed her lip feeling nervous that she was going to be goaded into this regardless of how she felt.

“I'm not gonna force you,” he smiled, but it fell as he saw the concern in her face, “baby, it was just a question. I never want you to do something you don't want to.” He walked over to her, “I just thought you might like it. But gotta say I like the idea of wanting just me,” he tried to corner her apprehension, “forget I said anything,”

Kevin wouldn't be heartbroken by a long shot. Scott was actually looking forward to bragging about what she said.

Training the next morning was slightly awkward at first while she tried to adjust to the different methods of Scott and Kevin’s teachings.

Scott could tell she was nervous around Kevin and that she'd gotten in her own head. It was likely why she got tangled in the ropes on a simple run and fell out of the ring. She landed awkwardly, but luckily without injury.

“Better be on your game a little more than this in the ring with us,” Kevin leaned over the top rope looking down at her as she lay across the mat, “You get lazy or sandbag me and I’ll give you a receipt you won’t forget,” He teased a little, but glanced at the healing dark ring around her arm. He felt bad for joking about hurting her for a moment.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know,” She lay flat on the floor with her arms and legs splayed, “I’d deserve it, too,” She sat up, pulling herself back into the ring, “Let’s go over when I get tagged in again. So Curt is going to keep from tagging me until I grab his hand and tag myself in. Push him out,” She mimicked kicking him with her foot, “And I’m going to lock up with Scott, right?”

“Right, if I happen to still be in, Scott will tag himself in acting like he really wants to get ahold of you.” Kevin rolled his eyes at the look that Brinkley and Scott exchanged.

“Then you go low, I’ll bend over and you can hit me with a facebreaker or stunner if you’re feeling up to it,” Scott mimicked his moves and Brinkley walked through her options.

“The stunner would be better…” She thought out loud, “Obviously,”

“I think it would make sense for you to go for quick covers a lot,” Kevin suggested, “After all, you’ll be the odd one out.”

“Should…should we go over this again when Curt gets down here?” She asked carefully, noticing a look shared between both of the men, “He is in the match, you guys…”

“I assume he’ll pull you out of the ring when we go for you. You probably won’t have a TON of actual skin to skin,” Scott guessed that WCW was not super into the idea of two men beating up a woman half their size, “He’ll probably tag himself in a lot,”

“As if he’s protecting me,” She rolled her eyes, knowing he would do exactly as they said.

“That’s fuckin’ rich,” Scott scoffed, “Forget about that for now, lock up with me again,”

“Forget that, she was asking about chest chops earlier,” Kevin entered the ring again, grinning sinisterly.

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Brinkley was ecstatic to pick up her new gear the next day. She took Scott with her to the tailor, trying it on and modeling it for him. It was just sparkly enough. It had orange piping around the edges, and was a shiny purple fabric. She had two tops, one strappier and showier. Another was more like a sports bra, but of the same fabric. A fishnet crop top was included that could be worn under either. It was enough of a cover that with tape, she could wear it without her bruise showing.

She had a pair of black shorts that had purple and orange stripes on the waistband. Another pair was skimpier, letting a little backside cheek show. It also came with two pairs of fishnets to wear under the shorts. Lastly, a pair of long leggings that had mesh cutouts up and down both legs.

Scott had an idea of what he thought she looked the best in, planning on suggesting it for their match at the pay per view. He paid for a pair of black wrestling boots to add to the outfit after she went back and forth about how her white boots would look.

She held them happily in her lap, still giddy when they left. She kept thinking though, that Curt had paid for them. After a couple of days, her anger had lessened and she knew she would end up forgiving him. But she wasn’t sure things would ever go back to the way they were before.

Maybe that was for the best.

“Are you guys ever gonna forgive Curt?” She asked, riding along with Scott. He rarely drove anywhere, but he’d promised to chauffeur her around while she was there. It gave him an excuse to stay sober, though it was a struggle some days.

Scott frowned, looking at her arm then her face.

“Would it make you mad if I said yes?” He had forgiven guys for worse - just another part of being in the boys club.

“Well…no, I guess it wouldn’t.” She said honestly, “I figure I can’t ice him out forever, either,”

“Well you have more of a reason. You can forgive him, but not be as close as you were,” Scott suggested, a little bit of a self-serving comment.

“Do you think if I forgive him I’m just gonna jump on his dick again?” She asked with genuine curiosity.

“I think he may try to use sex to get close to you again. He may go around saying he’s not interested in anything with you, but I’m not sure how true that is,” Scott responded with his own honesty, “I mean…of all people, I can understand how he’d wanna get back in them britches,” He slightly teased.

“Britches? Ok, grandpa,” She teased back, earning a warning look from him.

“Just…I hope that you remember what you told me,” He turned serious for a moment, “That you wouldn’t be with him while we’re together,” He reminded her.

“I know, I won’t,” She covered Scott’s hand that lay on her thigh with her own. She thought about her verbal slip up earlier. She couldn’t do that to someone that she felt like this about. Curt wasn’t here in front of her, but she couldn’t imagine wanting to give herself to him like that ever again.

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She finished packing her suitcase, feeling a little melancholy over it. They were headed to Tampa this afternoon once Kevin arrived. It was where the tour picked back up. Kevin would be stopping by in a rental car to pick them up on his way. She’d wondered if Kevin and Scott had discussed the suggestion Scott had made the other evening. He’d spent the evening after their last training and work out at Scott’s place.

She hadn’t answered Scott yet definitively, but she’d almost felt targeted during his visit. It could have just been that both were pretty inebriated. But, Kevin had eventually left after sobering up a bit and Scott had been the only man in the bed with her afterwards. He lasted twice as long, wearing her down to the state of a rag doll.

Brinkley stretched her back and thigh muscles still sore from that marathon. She tried not to think about seeing Curt this afternoon. It made her nervous. Her arm looked much better, but there was still a discolored ring around where he’d grabbed her. She would need to wear tape and the mesh top if she wanted to try out the new gear.

Tampa was not a long drive, but it was for the best since the longer the ride, the more her anxiety built. She wondered if Curt would be in their locker room. She wondered if anybody else knew what happened. She hoped not. She knew it would again, affect her reputation more than anyone else's.

“Please, please, pleeeease, don’t make a scene,” She begged both of them, but looked at Scott as they made their way into the arena. They'd arrived earlier than most, so the activity was minimal. All available hands were likely setting up the ring and entrance ramps. He reached for her hand, holding it at his side as they walked in.

“I’ve got something I’m going to say to him alright,” Scott promised as Brinkley groaned a little, “But…only when its just me and him,” He followed.

“Thank you,” that worry was quickly replaced by the realization that he was still holding her hand as they walked. She tried not to draw too much attention to it, but it made her stomach flutter a bit when they passed other people.

She stayed close to Scott or Kevin at most times, letting Scott help tape her arm before she slipped on the fishnet sleeves. She paired the leggings with the strappy matching top. She decided to leave the most revealing pairing for the pay per view.

“Sure you don’t want me to go with you?” He asked as she was finishing fixing her hair. Curt hadn’t shown his face in their locker room. He hadn’t expected him to; he wasn’t stupid.

“I’m sure,” Brinkley tried to reassure him, “It’s not like there won’t be people around. You’re still coming out to interfere right?” She smirked at him, knowing the next week or so would be a lot of that with one or both of them ‘torturing’ her in the build up to their match.

“Wouldn’t miss it. Gonna be hard not to throw you over my shoulder when I leave,” He grabbed her ass through the skin tight leggings.

“Save it for after the show ...then you can do whatever you want with me,” She pulled him down to whisper in his ear and nip at his lobe. He growled and pulled her against him.

“I have half a mind to let that jackass walk out alone and go get really disrespectful with you in a closet somewhere,” He popped her ass, not caring too much if anyone around the corner of the locker room heard.

“Promise?” She teased, stepping just out of his reach. There were more people in the locker room now as she left and some seemed to be hiding amused reactions. She had to assume she and Scott were now no longer quietly seeing each other.

Brinkley felt her heart racing as she approached the dark tunnel of the gorilla and as expected, Curt was waiting. It felt awkward, neither of them speaking as they stood next to each other. Curt glanced at her wrapped arm, wondering if it looked any better yet. Once he looked away, Brinkley glanced back at him, noticing a cut on his face under his eye, butterfly strips holding it together.

“Oh my god, what happened??” She asked, looking at the injury.

“Nothing,” He shook his head, “Ran into a door,” He fibbed.

“Did you get in a fight?” She had to pull her hand back before it touched his face.

“I wouldn’t call it much of a fight. More of like a sucker punch,” Curt recalled the fist that seemingly came from nowhere.

Brinkley slowly realized what he meant. She remembered Kevin being late to the car when they left Omaha.

“So…that’s because of me?” She shouldn’t have but she felt guilty.

“No.” Curt told her quickly, “This? Was because of me,” He had been pissed at first, but a few days of reflection had calmed him down, “I did it to myself, Brinkley,” He hoped that she hadn’t spent the week resenting him like he feared. The look of concern on her face brought him some relief.

He enjoyed her valet performance, walking to ring more slowly than usual to soak as much of it in as he could. She interfered as if they’d never missed a beat. She and Curt had to pretend like they didn’t hear the crowd reacting when Scott and Kevin snuck down the ramp. They each went to either side of the ring, essentially trapping her between them as they approached.

They toyed with her and teased her, nearly backing her against the ring post. Curt stepped through the ropes, attempting to block them, Kevin distracting him as Ray Traylor blindsided him for an upset finish. Scott tried to drag her away from ringside and she slapped him, the sound much worse than the sting, but the audience “oooh’d” over it. Just as he was about to grab for her again, Curt slid out of the ring and stood between them, warning them to get backstage.

He pretended to console her, enjoying whatever moments he could of closeness even if it was a facade.

Back in the gorilla, he took his hands off of her, but she pulled him back, touching his cheek gently. It had started to bleed again.

“You’re bleeding, you should go to medical. It might need stitches,” She fussed a little over him. He took her hand from his cheek, kissing her palm before putting her hand back down.

“Go on, I’m sure you have some people waiting on you,” Curt would hang around until she was gone. He didn’t need Scott evening things out on the other side of his face, “The new outfit looks amazing, by the way,” He called after her. She glanced back over her shoulder at him with a smile.

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Unsure if she should spend the money on her own room or find some other woman backstage to share with, Brinkley bunked up with Kevin and Scott after she was convinced that Kevin wasn’t bothered by it.

Scott was accurate in saying it wouldn’t take long for Kevin’s pet anaconda to make an appearance. She was sure he liked being caught with it out. At 11 inches soft, she didn’t blame him, though it only convinced her she wanted nothing to do with that trouser snake.

After a few days though, it began to feel like she and Scott were living together. She wasn’t getting enough sleep for a variety of reasons (though the main one left Scott with some sleepless nights as well) and though it took some mild convincing, Scott understood why she would want her own space, though occasionally he was sure he could convince her to stay with them.

There was only one altercation out back of one bar where Scott and Curt stood toe to toe. Of course Brinkley was there, having been the reason Scott was there in the first place. Heated words were exchanged, though Curt’s were mostly apologetic and he took ownership of the situation. Scott had shoved him, but that's where it ended. Curt knew he would end up with a receipt over it in the ring and he was fine with it.

Backstage, Brinkley had resumed talking with Curt on occasion - he was in their dressing room most of the time. Before a house show in Fort Lauderdale, they were the only two at the gym on a rainy, gloomy day. They had paired up and it felt like old times when Curt spotted her. Brinkley wondered if she missed him, or just missed her routine.

“I can give you a ride,” Curt offered when she stopped at the gym’s front desk to call a cab to the arena. Everyone else had been nursing severe hangovers likely caused by whatever pill bottle was making its way through the crowd at the bar. She’d known better than to participate in that.

Brinkley looked at him for a moment, pausing as she dialed. He could tell she was contemplating taking him up on the offer, but knew it would likely upset, at the very least, Scott.

“Are you sure?” She asked, already laying the phone handset down, “Are you going to the arena now?”

“Well, I can. Thought I might grab something to eat,” He shrugged, “But I can drop you off if you want.”

Brinkley thought a moment more before letting go of the phone completely and grabbing her bag.

“I could eat…” She admitted as she walked past him.

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