#Baron Corbin Imagine

[slut4corbin]

Double The Fun

Note : *Dirty thoughts about Baron and Damian have been in my mind recently, so here's this!*

Summary : The reader is given an option to either have sex with Baron or Damian but she can't decide so she just has sex with both of them

Warning (s) : Smut and profanity

Your name (Y/N)

Word count : 1,345

Translations : Adios ( Goodbye ), Qué pasó entre ustedes tres ( What happened between you three ), Ay dios mío (Oh my god ), Senorita ( Miss ), Esta es mi casa ( This is my house ), Sì ( Yes ), Ven aquí ( Come here )

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I was in my locker room, laying on the couch scrolling through Tik Tok. "Ha, that's funny," I said to myself as I watched the video. After a few minutes of scrolling through Tik Tok, I heard the door open, which caused me to look up from my phone, and when I did, I seen Damian Priest and Baron Corbin standing in the door way. "Oh, uh hi, what are you guys doing here?" I asked, sounding quite confused.

"We need to talk to you Y/N." Damian spoke first. "Oh, why?" I asked once again. "You have a choice either fuck me or Damian you have till the end of the night to choose so choose wisely." Baron chimed in. "W- what you guys can't make me choose." I replied, stuttering. "Yes, we can." Damian said before taking a step back. "Adios Y/N," He said again, and with that him and Baron walked away from the door and down the hall, leaving me speechless. "What the fuck." I said to myself before getting up and walking over to the door and quickly closing it. "Can't believe they're making me choose." I said to myself once again as I leaned my head against the door, trying to take in what they had said.

After a few minutes of silence, my phone started to ring, which caused me to lean up off the door and walk over to the couch and grab my phone. Once I grabbed my phone, I quickly looked at it and noticed that my best friend Rhea Ripley had texted me, "Qué pasó entre ustedes tres?" I said to myself as I read the text. After a few minutes of trying to think of a good response, I gave up and just called her. "Hey girl!" Rhea said. "Hi." I replied with a sad tone in my voice. "So Y/N tell me what happened." She responded, which caused me to sigh before saying "Well Damian and Baron want me to decide who I want to fuck by tonight." "Ay dios mío" Rhea replied with a bit of shock but anger in her voice.

"I got to go. I have to get ready for my match." I said, and with that, I hung up the phone, grabbed my gear, and headed towards the bathroom. Once I was in the bathroom, I quickly took off my clothes and quickly put my ring gear on. "Looks fine." I said to myself before picking up my discarded clothes and heading back to the couch. Once I was at the couch, I laid my clothes down and headed towards the gorilla. After a few minutes of walking, I finally made it to the gorilla but was instantly stopped by Damian and Baron. "What the fuck do you guys want now?" I asked quite annoyed. "Woah senorita, what's with all the attitude?" Damian asked, standing over me.

"I'm about to have my match, so will you two get out of my way." I replied. "Alright, but when you get back, you tell us your answer." Baron said, and with that, I shoved past them and opened the door, making my over to the curtain. "Y/N, you're on in 1 minute." One of the backstage workers said as they walked past me."Okay." I replied. Once I made it the curtain, my entrance music came on, so I quickly walked out into the arena, and with that, I skipped down to the ring and jumped up on the apron quickly got in the ring and waited as Carmella made her way to the ring. After a few minutes of waiting for her to get done with her entrance, she was finally ready, so the bell rang, and I quickly attacked her, throwing punches left and right.

"ESTA ES MI CASA." I screamed in her face, which caused her to gain enough strength and push me off of her, causing me to get angry and attack her once again. After a few minutes of basically beating the shit out of her, I got dragged away from her by a bunch of security guards. "Y/N, calm down and go to the back." One of the guards said as he tried to hold me back. "NOW." He shouted, which caused me to back up and quickly getting out of the ring and walk up the ramp towards the gorilla. After a minute of walking, I finally made it to the gorilla. I quickly walked through the curtain, but once I did, I ran into Damian and Baron once again. "So Y/N have you thought about your answer?" Baron asked, crossing his arms. "Ugh, follow me." I replied, grabbing their hands and dragging them to the door. "What is your answer?" Damian asked.

"I haven't decided because I still want to fuck both of you." I replied with a smile. "But I want it to be a threesome." I continued, which caused their mouths to drop. "You want us to fuck you at the same time?" Damian asked clearly still shocked. "Sì now let's go." I replied, grabbing their hands and dragging them to my locker room. After a few minutes of fast walking, we finally made it to my locker room, so I quickly let go of their hands and opened the door, walked over to the couch, and slowly took my clothes which obviously caused them to shut the door and walk over to me. Once my clothes were off, I quickly helped Baron take off his pants while Damian took his off. "Fuck you guys are big." I said as I got down on my knees and put my mouth around Baron's dick and my hand around Damian's and got to work. After a few minutes of constant moaning coming from both of them they finally came. "Lay down on the couch, Baron." I said whiping the cum from my lips and tasting it.

Once Baron was on the couch, I stepped back and got on top of him and slowly putting his dick in my ass. "Ven aquí Damian." I said, motioning him to come towards me. "Fuck my pussy." I said with a smirk and with that he got on the couch and placed himself at my entrance amd slowly slid into me filling me up just as much as Baron did. "Go." I said, giving them the cue to start moving so they did, which quickly made me throw my head and let out a loud moan. "That feel good? Do we fuck you good Y/N?" Damian asked focusing on his pace. "Obviously, we do she's already moaning, is that right, Y/N?" Baron asked as he picked up his pace. "Holy fuck yes." I moaned out in response to both of their questions. After a few minutes of fucking I felt my climax rising so I moaned. "I'm going to cum." I said through the moans.

"Do it." They both replied as they quickened their pace, and with that, I couldn't take it anymore, so I came. "Damn, that was hot." Damian said as he pulled out of me and got off the couch. "Definitely was maybe we should do this more often." Baron said as he lifted me up off of him and got off the couch as well. "We can do it next week." I replied before getting up and grabbing my clothes and putting them back on, then quickly helping Baron and Damian with their pants. Once they were dressed again, I gave them both a hug and a kiss. And with that, they walked out of my locker room, knowing they made my night a lot better than usual.

[wanderingdarlingblog]

"The Bewitched and the Beguiled" Ch. 4.5: "Our Not-So Little Secret..."

Summary: Baron tries to set things right

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Honestly, this turned out pretty angsty, but fluffy ending, suggestive language, mentions of being a spicy dancer, lots of creative insults and curses, Baron being a little bit of an asshole, Michelle is wanting to throw her head through a wall.

A/N: I'M BACK. Holy guacamole, I am so sorry I dropped off the face of the earth. I started school and got a new job in September and my life was crazy, I couldn't find balance until now. I'm picking this series back up in a place where I feel like would be a nice transition? This is a smaller chapter, it's necessary for the plot (we learn some shit), but also it's a little warm up chapter for me to get back into the game and for you to remember where we left off if you've been following along. I hope you enjoy and thank you for supporting me! And as always, if you're liking this series and want to know when new parts are posted, let me know and I'll add you to the tag list! Much love to all of you <3

-WD

Sneak Peak Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch.3 Ch. 4

August 22nd, 2021 Las Vegas, Nevada

Michelle awoke with a start, only questioning for a short moment why she was awoken so suddenly before a heavy knocking came from her hotel door. She glanced at her phone to check the time.

6:42 AM.

"Fuck..." Michelle groaned as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, only to curse again when she realized she slept with her make-up on.

Thud thud thud.

"Do you know what time it is?" Michelle called as she flipped the sheets over and reluctantly slid out of bed.

Thud thud thud.

"Actually, better question. Do you have a death wish?" Michelle shook her head and swung the door open, only to throw it closed again with a fresh ferocity as soon as she saw who was at her door. She locked the door and took a step back.

"Go. Away. Or I'm calling hotel security to remove you from the premises, you gargantuan, imbecilic douchecanoe." Michelle groaned and buried her face in her hands.

"Wow, did you break out the thesaurus for that insult? It really rolls off the tongue." Baron's chuckle was muffled through the door.

"I bet you couldn't even spell 'thesaurus', you overgrown beefhead." Michelle took a step forward and leaned her shoulder on the door so she could throw insults at him through the crack. She could feel her face getting hotter the more he opened his mouth.

"Oh so I'm a beefhead now? What happened to douchecanoe?" Baron laughed.

Michelle did not care to entertain his stupid question with a stupid response, so she crossed her arms and stayed silent. She heard him sigh on the other end of the door.

"Listen, I didn't come here to fight with you." Baron's voice dropped low, Michelle almost did not hear him.

"Mission failed." Michelle muttered.

"Honest to God, I didn't." Baron quickly responded. "I wanted to talk about last night-"

"There's nothing left to be said!" Michelle's patience wore thin the more he spoke. "We'll never be friends, end of story. Never speak to me again, goodbye Baron."

Michelle kicked off the door and took a couple steps back toward her bed before his voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

"I miss you calling me Thomas."

Her heart sank. The silence was so loud as she padded back to the door.

"Would you rather me call you Thomas while I insult and curse you out?" Michelle pulled the hair tie from her hair and twisted it into a bun. "Would that make you feel better or worse if I screamed at you, using your real name?"

"I miss hearing you say my name. You always made it sound so nice." His voice sounded so small all of a sudden, which made Michelle's jaw clench out of frustration as a sick feeling settled in her stomach. "I just want to talk about last night. I brought you something actually, can I come in?"

"Is it a knife?" Michelle joked, which made him chuckle softly.

"No, it's not a knife." Baron's deep voice rumbled. "Well, there's a little plastic knife in the bag, but that's just in case you want any cream cheese."

Michelle unlocked the door and peeked her head into the hall. Baron was dressed in basketball shorts and a tank top, his muscles and tattoos on full display. He wore the most genuine smile she had ever seen on his face as he nodded a greeting. In his hands was a brown paper bag and what looked like a to-go cup of coffee. The heat protector wrapped around the cup read "Einstein Bros."

"Good morning." Baron grinned a toothy grin when he saw her in all her morning glory. "Did I wake you up?"

Michelle just let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Yes, you ignoramus."

"Sorry, sorry," Baron threw his free hand up with a snicker. "I don't want to get you all worked up again, please don't slam the door in my face."

"If you keep up with comments like that, I might. You're on thin ice." Michelle leaned against the doorframe and gestured to the bag. "What's that?"

"A peace offering." Baron offered her the cup and the bag, which she hesitantly took.

"Is it poisoned?" She asked as she turned away and walked back into her room, leaving the door open enough for Baron to let himself in.

"You have so little faith in me! No it's not poisoned." Baron let out a hearty laugh as he closed the door behind him and followed her to the little desk she sat herself at. "Its a hot mocha latte with oat milk and a bagel breakfast sandwich from Einstein Bros. Bagels."

Michelle's eyebrows crinkled as she dug into the bag and pulled out a to-go container. Inside was a hefty bagel sandwich, still steaming.

"I remember you loved Einstein Bros. when we were going out, and they have one down the street. So, I just figured..." Baron's thought trailed off as he sat on the bed behind her, giving her some space. He looked at his hands folded in his lap, then rubbed the back of his neck.

Michelle turned around, still looking confused.

"You remembered that?" A small smile curled on her lips.

Baron laughed as he nodded.

"Yeah, actually. I even remembered what you used to get on your bagel." Baron pointed at the box as he spoke. "Correct me if I got it wrong, but I think you used to get a cheese bagel, toasted, with chipotle spread, a scrambled egg, spinach, American cheese, and side a of cream cheese."

Michelle fumbled with the box as he spoke to double check the sandwich. She let out an incredulous laugh and stared at him with shocked eyes.

"How could you possibly remember all of that, that's insane." She grabbed ahold of the sandwich and took a big bite. She let out a hum and her eyes fluttered shut as the sandwich danced on her taste buds. "Thank you."

"My pleasure." Baron smiled as he watched her absolutely demolish the sandwich. He tried not to laugh out of fear she might toss him out.

When she finally finished, she wiped her mouth and fingers with some napkins and took a sip of her coffee. She turned her chair and attention to Baron and sighed.

"So, last night?" She sat back in her chair and crossed her arms.

"I was drunk and a huge idiot, I'm so sorry." Baron said with his lips in a thin line, disappointment on his face.

"Gotta do better than that, you have a lot of ground to make up if you want us to be anything close to cordial." Michelle shook her head.

"I wasn't in a good place when we first met, I honestly was the biggest egomaniac then, I feel like I've humbled since then. I'm not asking for another chance at being your...whatever we were. I just want to try to be friends." Baron sighed, his face turning red out of embarrassment as he recounted the past in his head.

"'Friends'? No, I don't think we'll be friends for a long time." Michelle took another sip of her coffee before she continued. "You were horrible to me. The only reason why I'm giving you the time right now to try to make this right is because we're going to be working together for the foreseeable future. So you gotta give me more than 'I've changed'."

"I have though, I really have." Baron leaned forward and rested his forearms on his knees. "What do I have to do to prove it to you?"

"It's just going to take time. You can try to not pull stunts like you did last night." Michelle leaned back in her chair. "That wasn't cool."

"I am so sorry for that, I really am. I was a huge asshole last night." Baron nodded along as he spoke and dropped his head down in shame. "I think I was just angry with how we left things. I'm sorry."

"You can say sorry all you want, you have to prove it to me if you really want to fix this. It'll take time." Michelle sighed as she leaned forward and patted his knee. "Can you do that?"

"I can try, you'll be the judge of that." Baron chuckled and Michelle laughed along.

"Alright." Michelle nodded and took a big gulp of her drink.

There was a beat or two of silence before Baron spoke again.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You can ask me anything, I reserve the right to not answer if I don't want to." Michelle smiled as she spoke and turned her attention back to him. "What's up?"

"Who else knows?" Baron played with the drawstring of his shorts.

"That we fucked? Or about 'Veronica?'" Michelle smirked.

"Both." Baron laughed a little at her choice of words.

"Danielle and Annie know about us and that I was a dancer. Darcy knows about us, but not about Veronica. Oh, and Drew knows about us." Michelle concluded by throwing her now empty coffee cup in the trash.

"Drew knows?" Baron cocked an eyebrow at the news.

"Drew knows." Michelle repeated. "We got to talking last night after you cornered me in the bathroom."

"And then he charmed the pants off you." Baron rolled his eyes with an insightful smirk.

"What are you talking about-" Michelle's annoyance raised in her voice but he raised a hand to quiet her.

"Cut the crap, Micky, we share a fucking wall." Baron groaned as he got up and clapped his hand on the nearest wall. "I heard everything. Kept me up all night, couldn't go back to sleep even after you guys were done."

"You're next door?" Michelle's face paled at the thought. Baron only laughed.

"Don't worry Veronica, all your secrets are safe with me." His smile was sweet, borderline fiendish.

"I hate when you call me Veronica." Michelle's voice grew quiet as she stood.

"I hate when you call me Baron." Baron crossed his arms with a stony look on his face.

They stared at each other for a moment, neither willing to give up any ground. When the silence was too much for Corbin to bear, he sighed and rubbed the top of his head.

"Man, you got a lot of skeletons walking around, huh?" Baron chuckled, which brought a small smile to Michelle's face.

"Can only keep so many in the closet, I guess." Michelle shrugged. "It's especially hard to when they grow as big as you are."

Baron rolled his eyes at that comment and shook his head.

"You're something else." Baron sighed. "Well, I won't keep you anymore, I'm sure you have packing and shit to do."

"I got a plane to catch, I think the girls should be here soon." Michelle wrapped herself in her arms and bit her bottom lip, uneasiness settling in her chest. "Thank you for stopping by and clearing the air."

"Thank you for letting me in." Baron took a couple steps forward. "Are we at a place where I can hug you goodbye?"

"Not yet." Michelle chuckled awkwardly.

"No worries." Baron backed up a step and nodded. "I get it, we need time. Lots of ground to make up."

"Yeah."

"Well I better get going." Baron started walking towards the door. "I'll see you later?"

"For sure." Michelle walked him out and watched him for a couple steps before calling out to him one more time. "Bye, Thomas."

Baron stutter-stepped and spun around with wide eyes for a moment before he smiled and nodded.

"Bye, Mitch."

Michelle closed the door to her now empty hotel room and let out a huge sigh, trying to release the pressure of anxiety in her chest.

"Fuck." she mumbled as she tossed her shirt off and stomped towards the bathroom to take a hot shower and try to brush off the bad parts of the last 24 hours.

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Safe - Baron Corbin x Reader

So, saw a prompt list– and this one (listed below) was on it. Got a few ideas for different people– so i’ll play around with it. This one is for Baron Corbin <3

PROMPT: Person A goes to approach Person B, but Person B flinches, expecting an attack. Person A steps away, a devastated expression flickering on their face.“Who was it?”

Y/N = your name

Warning(s): past abusive relationship mentioned

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I couldn’t even begin to explain why I liked him. Baron was… different than most guys I had met. He was overall silent—except when he wasn’t. He was tall and intimidating—except when he wasn’t. I had seen him around backstage enough times to know that there were multiple sides to Baron Corbin. The one the audience saw, the one that everyone backstage saw—and the one that very few, rare people saw. Somehow, I was in the latter group.

I had seen Baron trudge through the motel lobby in the morning after only getting three hours of sleep—and watched him, in the rear-view mirror as I drove to the next town, fall asleep in the backseat- his head against the door.

I had seen Baron after matches; sweaty, tired, sometimes a bit sore. Happy as a clam and proud when he’s won. Pissed at himself and shut-off when he’s lost.

I had seen Baron in silent tears, alone in a vacant corner of the arena, after a nasty breakup that broke his heart more than he let on.

I had seen his face light up in joy and heard his laughter as he played video games; I had watched from afar as he rocked out to his favorite music.

I even had the greatest opportunity ever, an excuse to be near him; I was the one he always sought out for his photographs. When the brass needed promotional photos of him- regardless of the reason—I knew to expect Baron Corbin at my proverbial doorstep.

One would think with as many times as we hung out—despite it really only being when I was taking his photograph—that by now, we’d be close. He’d know things about me, as much as I knew about him. But that wasn’t true. Whenever he was near, I felt myself clam up—my shyness taking over.

Shyness—and fear.

My last relationship was a shit-show. A hell in a hand-basket, if you would. The verbal abuse that my ex threw at me—that I could get over, I could put behind me and ignore (most of the time).

But the physical abuse? That was more difficult to get past.

I’d find myself flinching at the smallest of things—maybe a crate got dropped down the hallway, or someone would yell for a friend.

How no one had noticed, I couldn’t say.

That—or they had, and no one said anything.

Honestly, I don’t know what would be worse.

“Hey, y/n— Shit, sorry,” Baron apologized, seeing that he had taken me by surprise.

“It—It’s okay, I just… forgot you’d be stopping by before your match,” I waved him off, embarrassed, as I waited for my heartbeat to slow down.

“Gotta get the King in all his glory,” Baron smirked, spreading his arms a bit causing the cape to move with him.

“Yes, yes, your highness—now over there,” I pointed, rolling my eyes playfully.

Couple hours later, the show had ended and I was finishing up on all the photographs I had taken that night.

“Knock knock,” I heard Baron chuckle, rapping his knuckles against a crate behind me. Luckily, I had heard his boots echoing through the hall, so I knew someone was approaching—and didn’t jump, this time anyway.

“What, you need more photos taken?” I joked, looking over my shoulder at him.

“Nah—don’t wanna break your camera too soon,” he laughed, walking over,” Any turn out good?”

“I’d say—here, take a look.” I handed over the folder with his printed photographs, watching with baited breath as he flipped through them.

“Damn—how do you make me look so good?”

“Well—lighting is key, and then you have to know your angles—”

“Y/N—I was kidding… hey, you got something— right here—”

I knew it was Baron.

I knew I was safe.

But all my mind saw was an arm coming at me—and that’s all it took. I flinched backwards, away from his outstretched hand, eyes furrowing in fear and my heart pounding; barely, I could register my hands shaking, as my sight refocused on the man in front of me.

Baron looked at me—emotions running through his features.

Surprise.

Devastation.

Anger.

“Who was it?”

“I—I—” Words failed me for a moment, before I shook my head,” Please… don’t—”

“Hey, no—it’s alright. You’re safe—I’d never—” Even he seemed at a loss for words, noticing my eyes starting to well up with tears,” Can I do anything—I mean, do you need anything?”

Looking up into his big brown eyes, thinking back to all our times together—everything I knew about him—I knew one more thing.

With Baron Corbin—I would always be safe.

“Hold me,” I whispered, feeling myself starting to break down. I needed the stability that I knew Baron could provide me. Wordlessly, I felt his arms slowly wrap around me, pulling me close against his tall frame. For the first time, since my ex, I didn’t mind the contact. For the first time, I longed for it—needed it. Sighing, I clung to Baron, tears falling down my cheeks—but a smile on my face.

I am safe.

[dani-the-mark]

Imagine your first feud on the main roster being Baron Corbin...

[inagetawaycarxo]

Hey, I’m a huge fan of your writing! Will you ever do requests for Pete Dunne, Sheamus, Cameron Grimes, Sami Zayn, Baron Corbin, or Noam Dar? Also would you be interested in paid commissions for ABCs, Imagines, short stories for any of the above NXT/WWE guys?

Hiya,

Aw thank you that means a lot

I might start writing for edge, baron, pete and Sami.

I have never really thought of it since I really don’t own any of the wrestlers yeah the writing is mine but I feel guilty for gaining money if that makes sense!

[itjazzbicch]

Sweet Revenge

Pairing: Baron "Happy" Corbin x Fem Reader 

Summary: Being on the Smackdown commentary team, the reader isn't a fan of Pat McAfee because of how can be annoying, especially his flirting toward her. When Pat is out for the week, she's excited about Corbin, her friend with benefits, who certainly flirts with her while joining commentary and mocking Pat, making the reader want 'revenge' when the show ends...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) 

Word Count: 2.4k 

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Tonight at work was so peaceful, being on commentary was fun and I was good at it, and with Pat being away for the week?

So peaceful, not so loud, and no annoyances. Just the way I liked it. Things were going to be interesting too with Corbin joining commentary.

Corbin was there solely because he took out Pat the week prior, but that was none of my business.

At first, he was quiet, as were Michael and I, listening to what Ludwig and Gunther had to say, but his mocking of Pat began when Shinsuke Nakamura’s music hit.

He shot up out of his chair, jumping and freaking out like a fan and it was hilarious.

“What are you doing you fool?!” Michael yelled as he jumped up onto the desk, copying Nakamura’s pose, getting on his feet, and playing an air guitar.

“Leave him alone, Michael! He’s got moves!” I laughed, squealing when he grabbed my hand, pulling me up to the table:

“Come on, Y/N! Have some fun!”

Michael was very curious as to why I was so friendly with him. I didn’t associate with talent too much, but Corbin? No one knew that I talked to him.

I jumped up right alongside him, dancing along and rocking out:

“This is actually so much fun!” I giggled, doing an air guitar too, laughing at Corbin on his knees, being so dramatic with it, but I played right along and enjoyed the bit of goofiness.

Corbin did not stop singing the beat of his song till it cut, but I needed to sit, actually out of breath, but still smiling:

“That was so much fun.”

My smile grew when Corbin hopped back down, having me snort at him throwing Michael out of his chair and taking the spot next to me.

“What the?! Corbin!”

Michael was so annoyed, but I was blushing when Corbin sat next to me, shutting Michael down:

“You’re so lame! I’m sitting next to Y/N. She’s actually a good commentator and knows how to have fun, Michael!”

“Why thank you, Corbin,” I smiled, fixing my skirt and joining in on the digs at Michael, “It’s nice to be sitting next to a man with taste for once.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Michael looked at me, upset but I shrugged:

“Just being honest.”

The main reason I didn’t like Pat was because of not only how annoying he could be, but his little flirting. I knew Corbin was only out here to mock Pat, but we had a relationship outside of the wrestling world and he was really flirting with me:

“Think it’s the first time you’ve actually sat next to a man and I sure have good taste.”

Licking his lower lip, he put his arm on the back of my chair, a sexy smirk forming while staring into my eyes.

I had to look away with my smile growing, letting his arm rest there, all of us silenced when Nakamura took his microphone, challenging Ludwig to a match.

For the majority of the match, we were taking our jobs seriously, but Corbin kept me laughing, yelling at Michael after he kept bringing up his attack on Pat:

“I ran people over in football, just like I ran your boy, Pat McAfee, over.”

“So, what is going to happen at Summerslam?” I was curious about his game plan and he kept messing with Michael but also saying:

“Oh, Summerslam is going to be beautiful, just like you, and Cole’s gonna have to watch his best friend, who just rejuvenated his love for the WWE! We saw your tweet, you should be embarrassed! You’re gonna have to watch me punish him”

“Well, at least I have friends,” Cole actually hit him with a good one, but then I stepped in:

“Hey, don’t be telling lies now, Cole. Corbin has friends!”

“Thank you, Y/N,” He smiled at me, holding my hand on my thigh, “I have an amazing friend, sitting right next to me actually and I’m not talking about you, Cole. You idiot.”

Man, I haven’t had this much fun on commentary for a while, Cole shooting back:

“Bottom line is, for you, this is about jealousy.”

“Jealous about what?!” He laughed, “I’m doing just fine, living a great life, got an amazing friend here with me, unlike you, Cole! And she’s so sweet and gorgeous? Pat is jealous of me!”

“Definitely jealous,” I snickered with him, not meaning to get lost but with his hand starting to rub my thigh under the desk, the soft squeezes of his huge hand deep in my thigh, I was thinking with a different mindset, “Like look at how successful Corbin is, an amazingly built wrestler, handsome. Pat could never.”

Michael's eyes about popped out of his head, “Excuse me, Y/N?!”

“You heard what she said,” Corbin smiled in his face, leaning to me, hand going even deeper in my thigh, finger toying at my panties, “You think he’s jealous too?”

“So jealous,” I smiled back, leaning against his shoulder, squeezing my thighs together, and trying to fight the pleasurable hums.

“Get a room,” Michael mumbled under his breath, Corbin having me blurting out with laughter when he plucked his glasses off of him.

Right as I stopped, Nakamura hit his finisher on Ludwig, so we finished out the match and then really grew quiet while watching Gunther punish Ludwig for losing.

It was hard to watch, but once they began to exit the ring, Corbin took the time to properly make his exit as well:

“Thank you so much for having me, Y/N. I had a great time, just might come down a little more often.”

“You can take both of their places if you want,” I played, making Michael more upset:

“Wow Y/N. After all the time we worked together.”

“Oh, I know, poor thing. I feel bad for you,” Corbin jabbed, taking my hand to kiss it and thanking me again, “It was a pleasure.”

“Certainly,” I blushed when he kissed my hand, that intensifying when he blew a kiss to me, mouthing:

“Text me.”

Taking my phone, I waited for him to make his exit and luckily we went into a commercial break, texting quickly:

[Im getting revenge later]

[Revenge? 😂 I was just having some fun 😈]

[Yeah while I was working 🙄😂]

[I was too!] [Come find me and get your ‘revenge’ when you’re done then]

[Bet😘]

I left it there because if I kept on texting him, I would get so distracted and there was still a good bit of time before the show ended.

Better believe that when it was over? The goal the second I got backstage was finding Corbin.

He always had a private locker room to hang out in, only thing was, I wasn’t sure where it was. So, I just followed the signs, really focused so when I felt someone take my arm and pull me, I squealed so loud.

“Geez babe, it’s just me!” Baron laughed, hugging me from behind and laughing at my reaction, needing to breathe, but also rolling my eyes:

"You just can't be scaring people like that!"

"Aww, I'm sorry," He pouted and lied, just to kiss my neck and squeeze me, "You're just walking around here looking so damn fine, couldn't help myself."

"Don't suck up to me," I warned, letting him kiss my neck and smiling, "I'm still gonna get my revenge."

"Let me guess," He kissed up to my ear, hand slipping under my skirt again, teasing me, "It was really hard not to moan while I was doing that?"

"Wasn't fair and you know it," I hummed, grinding back onto him a little when he slipped a finger under my panties, running through my folds and then making its way in:

"You enjoyed it though, just like you are now," He chuckled, curling his finger to hit that little bump that would make me shake, "Still soaked from it."

"Baron," I opened my eyes, so lost I forgot, laughing, "We're in the hall."

"Shit," He laughed, wiggling his finger once more, then fixing the both of us, "Wanna head out? I brought the Ferrari."

Curse that sly smile of his, holding up and jiggling his keys, giving me a great opportunity to take my revenge, snatching his fedora so it blinded him for a moment, then stealing the keys and running:

"Thanks for the new car!"

"That's fucked up!" He yelled, having me run full speed and laughing, going out to the parking lot, pushing the button for the horn so I could find his Ferrari.

He caught up with me quickly, my upper body halfway in the car as I was laughing more, trying to get in, but while leaning over, he spanked my ass good, pulling me out of the car by my hips:

"Nice try, Y/N!"

When I stood up straight, there was no emotion on my face and it quickly worried him, but I did it on purpose. Teasing me tonight, what he just did in the hall then spanking my ass like that? My blood was running quick and hot.

"Hey, I thought we were just playing-" He truly thought I was upset, till I yanked him by the shirt, kissing him hard, shoving my tongue in, and growling:

"Get your ass in the front seat."

"Who you talking to like that?" He tried to play around, and I was still in a playful mood, but still had an attitude:

"You want some ass or not?"

"I'm getting that ass," He laughed, tapping me and switching places to hop in, watching as I looked all around, making sure no one was there to see me step out of my panties, throwing them into the passenger side before climbing in on top of him, shutting the door and immediately kissing him again.

"Good thing I blacked out these windows," He locked the doors, tossing his hat off my head, whispering while playing with my skirt, "I've been thinking about fucking you in this skirt all night."

"You're gonna get what you want," A sly look crept onto my face, biting his lip while helping unbutton his pants, "Just with a twist."

"Really set on trying to keep me down, huh?" He quickly fixed himself, leaning the seat back, and I purred softly into his ear:

"Oh, I will. I know just how to work you up and quickly."

"Please remind me," He never let his ego or confidence drop even a little, usually in complete control while we were having our fun time, but I was bound to change that. Even if it was just him moaning my name, that would be enough for me.

At first, I slowly sat on his cock, raising up my skirt a little so he could have a good view, swiveling my hips around slowly, then leaned up towards him so his tip popped out slightly, teasing by letting it ease in and out, doing it quicker and quicker, then threw myself right back on every inch.

"Knew you were going to do that," He was biting his lip, thinking I didn't hear what he said and whispering in his ear always turned him on, giggling then whispering to him:

"Getting to you already?"

"Be lucky I'm letting you be on top after you snatched my keys and ran," Trying to distract himself, typical, but I made sure I kept that intense excitement around, nibbling on his ear softly, then biting down his neck:

"Don't lie to yourself. You know that this is exactly what you wanted, to see your hot, little boo thang fucking you in a tiny skirt."

Keeping his mouth shut was a sign, stepping it up and holding the seat, rocking back harder and quicker, moaning myself, but making sure he was the one who really, really felt it, especially when my walls began to clamp up.

"Isn't that what you wanted?" I wanted to see how he would respond, getting him to crack a little:

"You know the answer."

I laughed in my moans, resting my head on his shoulder because I wasn't slowing down and I was feeling it, really tight and it had me burning up, but I made sure he heard every single moan and whisper of his name in the sweet tone that wired him up.

"Fuck," He mumbled deep, a groan bubbling in his chest, and with a hard spank to the ass, I shot up a little and moaned louder, gasping when he held the back of my thighs, rocking me down on his cock even harder than I could myself, growling, "You're gonna cum before I do."

"Oh, you're close?" That instantly gave me a boost of energy, bouncing down and topping his speed, him not being able to thrust his hips because of the limited space, seeing if I could get him off before I hit mine.

It was truly a challenge, his hands all over my thighs, ass, and stomach, gripping hard and trying to keep himself together. For me, it made it all harder, creating a small rock of the car, hands pressing up on the ceiling, and my moans reaching some high notes, shaking with the inevitable heading my way.

"Fuck, Y/N," He tried hiding that it was a moan, but it was, arms wrapping around me and bear-hugging me, having my moans break up into gasps, his cock throbbing, and right as his heat shot into me, I whined so loudly, legs tensing up and my slick running hard all over his cock, hugging his head:

"Oh my god, Baron!"

He kept us up straight, still in his arms while we both were panting, his body dropping back into the seat and mine fell back into the steering wheel, having me jump when the horn blared.

"Can I get a second to breathe?" He laughed, pulling me down to his chest.

"I really hope no one heard that," I was out of breath and wheezing, looking around to see if anyone was in the parking lot, not seeing anyone from my line of sight.

"Who gives a shit if they did?" He shrugged, closing his eyes and relaxing, "Damn, that was hot."

"Sure was, baby," I smiled, kissing where his tattoo was behind his ear, then teasing, "Also, totally got you first this time." 

[stressedemoblackbratz]

WRESTLING - WWE - AEW

completed = 𓆩♡𓆪

unfinished = ♡

in the works = ➳

oneshots = ★

series = ☆

carmelo hayes

i love you ★ 𓆩♡𓆪

—carmelo loses you when he really didn’t want to.

mine ★ 𓆩♡𓆪

—carmelo wants to be more than a quick fuck to you.

bron breakker

the only exception ★ 𓆩♡𓆪

—bron confesses he likes you after grayson waller ruins your promo.

[letsgivethisonemoreshot]

Sinful Sunday:Day 2

Summary: Collab with @omg-im-such-a-masochist Where every Sunday each of us will post a one-shot/hc/drabble based on a common theme. Each week will have a different theme as well as a different wrestler.

Word Count: 835 words

Common Theme For The Week: Same Song: Orchids: Stone Sour

My Choice For The Week: Baron Corbin

Warnings: emotional/verbal abuse

Look at him. Huge smile on his face with one of his fattest cigars ganging out of his mouth. Smoke clouded him as he lifted the cover of the cooker, but he just laughed. Admiring what he had in there. The amount of food he had in there would easily have fed ten people, plus leftovers. And the glass of bourbon that sat next to him ran about the same as my monthly car payment. But will it last this time? Probably about as long as the flowers in the vase next to me will. I’d like to think I’m wrong, but I still can’t get the phone call I got a month ago out of my head.

“Babe, quick, go pack as much as you possibly can, throw it in the car, and get out. Grab my cigars. My watches. Whatever you can fit. They’ll be there for my cars this afternoon. I don’t know what else they’re gonna take. And I don’t know how long we’ll have the house.”

He lost everything that day. I did what he said and went to my sisters. Which was difficult to explain to her, especially since she never really liked him all that much to begin with. I didn’t know how long I’d be staying, and she didn’t mind. But I couldn’t even tell her what happened. She thought I was hiding something from her, but honestly, I didn’t fully know what happened. Baron showed up two nights later to collect his things. He told me he’d figure out a way out of this mess, then took off into the night. When I heard he was down to his last shirt and got a few dollars from someone on the street to buy a can of beans, I decided that maybe my sister was right and it was time to end it.

Not because he was apparently out of money, not at all. He didn’t have it when I met him. Over the last few years Baron’s gone through a lot of changes. His personality, or should I say multiple. His lifestyle. The people he surrounds himself with. He used to be a loner, except for me. He treated me like a partner, like he was a protector. Now he acted like he was the “head of the house” making all the decisions and I just reported to him. I was ready to let go and move on with my life. And I hoped that he could to and find whatever it was he was looking for and be happy. Then he called again.

“Baby I did it!” He sounded like he was in the middle of a celebration. “I won it all back! We’re riding high and the king has returned! Pack it all up and bring it home!”

I told him he already grabbed all of his stuff. Whether or not he still had it or bet it all or sold it all I didn’t know. He didn’t really show that that answer affected him. He just told me to grab my stuff and bring myself. He knew my silence on the other end wasn’t good. Turns out it was better than telling him I wasn’t coming back. I honestly wasn’t sure at the reaction I’d get from him with his ever-changing moods. He didn’t take it well. He went off. At first thinking I was joking. Then switching to begging when he realized I was serious. Telling me that I needed to come back. That he needed me in his life. I was his world. Eventually it ended up with him calling me a gold digger, along with a bunch of other things that were as untrue as they were hurtful. Telling me that I owed it to him to stick around, because when my mother got sick and I devoted all my time to taking care of her, he stood by my side. Held me while I cried when everyone else went on with their lives and left me behind. So I gave in. Packed up what I brought to my sister’s and went back.

Maybe he was heartbroken. I don’t know. Scared to lose the only constant he had in his life. When I got there, he showed no signs of disdain for me trying to end things the previous day. In fact, he surprised me with my favorite flowers. Beautiful white orchids, a vase in just about every room in the house. Trying to be the hopeless romantic he once was. But his mannerisms were showing something else. His new friends seemed to be enjoying him though. Embracing the new quirky sense of dress and appreciating all of the finer things of our household. He looks happy. For the moment. We’ll see how long it lasts. I ran my fingertips along the flowers again. Because as soon as they die, because he’s stopped taking care of them, I’ll take my leave as well. And this time, I’m not coming back.

[a-home-for-stray-stories]

Draft WWE Preference: Partner

PSA: I'm going to start posting some of my drafts that are in a pretty decent state. These are going to be the ones I really like, that I just haven't been able to bring myself to finish, and don't see that point coming. So, these are going to be short - maybe a little choppy, but I love them nonetheless and can't bring myself to delete. I'm just not as close to wrestling as I was and want to clear out my drafts for some new ventures. Thanks!

Drew McIntyre, The Fiend, Kevin Owens, Baron Corbin

Drew McIntyre:  Joining up with Corbin’s crew was a good choice at the time, until your conscience got a hold of you. The only way to get out of it was to quietly disappear. Baron, in particular, wasn’t someone you wanted to piss off, so you kept a low profile, appeased him when there wasn’t another choice, and then slipped back into the shadows. Relief washed over you as the last draft pick was announced and it was over. You had come to terms with the fact that being a member of Baron Corbin’s crew would forever be on your resume, along with every bullet point that encompassed. There was nothing you could now except soak in the guilt. At least your daily reminders just got drafted to Smackdown.

The credits began to roll for the show and while most everyone went back to the locker rooms to grab their bags, you had yours ready to go - less of a chance of walking into unwanted conversations. Walking towards the garage, memories of hellish car rides rolled through your mind and you were grateful to be riding alone. It got lonely sometimes, but it was always better than be stuck in the middle of a Baron Corbin temper tantrum.

“Glad to have you back, man.”

A door popped open down the hall and a couple of voices caught your attention. You slowed down as they came out of the office.

“I’m glad to be back and ready to get to work.”

It must have been the click of your heels that caught his attention, because the moment he stepped out the two of you locked eyes.

“Alright, Drew, I’ll see you next Monday.” Shane gave him a pat on the back before seeing you, “Y/n!”

“Shane! How are you?” You did you best to move your attention to your boss, but the returning Drew McIntyre made that difficult.

“I’m doing fine, thanks. Listen, that match you and Liv had last week - incredible, really great job.”

“Thank you.” You were desperately trying to keep your eyes from darting over to Drew too many times - all while trying to figure out how you forgot about his involvement in Baron’s little crew too. “Liv is really special.”

“You both are.” Shane popped a smile, “I can’t wait to see where you’re going next.”

“I’ve got some ideas to flesh out.” It’s never a good idea to tell your boss you got nothing.

“Every time I’ve heard you say that it’s turned out to be gold.”

All you could muster was a squeak of a laugh as he walked away.

The Fiend: This was everything you ever wanted - the bright new face of Monday Night Raw, glowing praise from people you’d admired your entire life, a pristine reputation that got you here, and that shiny Finn Balor smile was all yours. Day in and day out, you got to go to the perfect job with the perfect boyfriend - there was nothing else you wanted. Expect, maybe, to sleep all the way through the night. This was something relatively new. Upgrading from a once in a blue moon to a weekly habit, Finn wasn’t even noticing you getting up anymore. Nothing was wrong with you, just the night before a show around 3 am you’d be wide awake. Never anxious, there was nothing to be anxious about, only awake with your thoughts. Thoughts about how perfect your life was...and your job...and Finn. There was a time when his soft snores were enough to get you back in bed and to sleep, but now they just bring a smile to your face as you sit in the chair and watch out the window. Just before the break of the sun, your trance broke and you got into the shower leaving Finn none the wiser. Walking into Raw was just like every other time - Hand in hand with Finn, smiles plastered on your faces, and greeting everyone like a friend. This was everything you ever wanted. This is what happiness is, right? Finally splitting ways and on your way to the girls locker room, you caught the creative director and got your match for the night. For the first time in a while you were surprised. It wasn’t “Mixed Tag Match” that threw you, or “vs. Jason Jordan and Carmella”, it was “You’re teaming with The Fiend.” He explained to you about Bray Wyatt’s return and this new version of himself that no one had seen yet. Management was excited about unveiling this new addition to the roster, but well aware of the risk he posed if he got out of hand. Easing him into the roster was the best option they came to and you were the safest partner they could possibly give him. They needed him with someone they trusted in this first, undoubtedly very short, outing. In the few minutes it took to find Finn, you found yourself intrigued with the plan, but his reaction snapped you back to yourself. Concern filled his eyes and his voice was reassuring as he hugged you tight and promised to go talk with creative about getting things changed. Of course he’s right - this was a bad idea and besides, you only wanted to tag with him. The Fiend was someone who probably cut corners and got his hands dirty, which was the type of person you fight, not tag with. Although Finn tried, there was no changing the plan. Finn was not happy with that verdict, and the rest of the night you had to keep telling him everything would be fine. He thought you were putting on a brave face - you were just trying to hide the fact that you were excited about it. You felt bad for lying to Finn about it, but you weren’t even sure if excited was the right word. What were you feeling? You sure as hell weren’t scared. The closer the match got the faster your heart raced. You got to the gorilla a few minutes early, but he wasn’t there. Disappointment settled in your chest when you realized he wouldn’t come until after you left for the ring. It was the longest your entrance ever felt, but then everything started shutting down. The pitch black was nearly suffocating as you grasped the top rope of your corner and then the red light came on. It was mesmerizing watching him walk down the ramp. You’d never seen anyone like him. Your mouth ran dry as he placed his lantern on the apron and slowly passed behind you on the floor. Your eyes followed him to the base of the steel stairs, then before you knew it he was eye level with you and staring deep into your eyes. Now you were scared, but he had you trapped. You couldn’t tear your eyes off of his as he moved onto the apron, forcing you back. There were feelings and emotions pulsating throughout your body, but you couldn’t process any of them, only feel them like your entire body was a nerve. Faintly you could hear Carmella say she would start the match and the ref called for you, but you didn’t dare to move. Until you felt it - something told you to go and immediately you ducked between the ropes. Everything was back to normal. Carmella gave you a WTF look, but all you could do you shake it off and move forward. The two of you went to work, but then she shoved you just a little too close to your own corner. It felt like a cement seat belt snapping you against a brick wall. He used an arm to pin you against him and waited a second to hold out his hand for the tag. Most of your body was hidden behind his bicep. The weakness in your knees was only overshadowed by the power that surged from behind you. It took you a second to see his outstretched hand, but you gave him the tag to Jason’s dismay. What you saw unfold was almost unbelievable. Everything Jason hit him with left him completely unfazed. After a minute or so, you realized he was toying with Jason and had yet to go on the attack. There was a shift in his demeanor and seconds later the match was over. You stared in disbelief before realizing he was continuing to attack Jason. Were you supposed to do something? Why’d they think you could do anything? You weren’t stupid enough to get in the ring while he was in a fit of rage. You couldn’t bring yourself to leave either. As delusional as it was, you felt protected by the ropes like watching a wild animal from the safety of a rotted fence. Then the thought crossed your mind - What if you wanted to go inside...but not to stop him? Jason’s body hit the mat and The Fiend froze with his back towards you. You felt that call again.

Kevin Owens: Neither of you wanted to be a “team”, but there wasn’t a choice. After witnessing one particularly disastrous encounter, Shane used you as his first chess move against Kevin in their budding feud. He leashed the two of you together and sat back to watch the bloodbath. That it was. Both armed with sharp tongues and detonation buttons a mere whisper could trigger, Shane’s laughter could almost be heard from the back over the bickering and yelling. But something happened a few weeks in that no one expected. Behind the scenes you were catching glimpses of the man hidden away from everyone else, opening your eyes to the reality of the situation and realizing            While there were still choice words shared, you were becoming protective of each other and actually becoming a team. Shane had to fix that, so his first plan was to relentlessly come for you in hopes that you would turn on him. It almost worked, but not in the way Shane thought. Kevin was desperate to find you a way out. Watching you suffer for his fight was driving him insane, but you refused to let him face Shane alone. The differing opinions had the two of you arguing in a back room. He insisted on you parting ways, but you weren’t having any of it.

“Oh my god!” Kevin tugged at the ends of his beard and paced away from you, “It’s only going to get worse - you need to get out now. Why are you so stubborn?”

“I’m the only help you have - and you want me to just walk away?” You did a better job at staying in one spot, but your hands were definitely accenting your words, “I’m not going to do that. This is just as much my fight now as it is yours and I refuse to let Shane win.”

“This isn’t your fight.”

“He made it my fight. So it kind of is-”

He finally stopped in front of you, “You’re a pawn!”

Everything changed. Right there. Nothing else mattered besides his last words.

“I’m a pawn to you?” Your voice was just above a whisper but he was close enough to hear.

The sincerity caught him off guard.

“...to Shane.”

“To Shane...” You repeated, skepticism filling your eyes.

“He doesn’t care how badly you get hurt - he doesn’t see you, he just sees something to use against me...” The desperate need to clarify was eating him alive, “I don’t want to use you against Shane. I want him to stop hurting you.”

“You think he’ll do that?” You challenged, “You think he’s just going to forget about me if I turn a blind eye and act like neither of you exist?”

It went silent for a few seconds before you continued.

“You realize this isn’t just a matter of me not helping you.” It was coming to him as you spoke, “You can’t help me ...when he comes for me again. Can you do that?”

He hung his head. The scenarios running through his head.

“If the answer to that is yes, then I’ll walk away.”

It was the most painful bluff you’d ever given.

“Fuck...no”

Baron Corbin: He was beyond pissed to be forced into the mixed match challenge. You weren’t quite sure what to do. This was your second month out of NXT, you were barely six months into your WWE career and it couldn’t have taken much of a steeper nose dive. The only involvement you had in Smackdown was the MMC and your feud with Baron’s attitude. At first, you gave him space - maybe some time would ease the tension. Well, it didn’t ease anything, but

He was already over halfway up the cage, leaving you alone with Mickie and Sheamus. Frustration took over as you realized, despite whatever you thought last week was, the two of you weren’t on the same page. To survive this, you had to let it go, deal with Mickie, and hope Sheamus kept his focus elsewhere. Baron made it to the top of the cage and expected to help you up the rest of the way, but when he turned there you were locked up with Mickie. More importantly, both he and Sheamus noticed how far he was from getting back to you. The two made eye contact for a split second before the race was on. Sheamus called your name and, before you could tell yourself not to, you turned around. Baron got to the mat in time to watch Sheamus toss a chair at you, which you caught only to have him hit you with a Brogue kick through it. Taking advantage of Baron’s stunned state, Sheamus caught him with a Brogue too as Mickie pinned you. The cage lifted to Mickie’s music and all Baron could do was sit there as medical tended to you. A large gash above your eyebrow bled onto the mat. After stopping the most of the bleeding, the medics began to help you to the side of the ring. He couldn’t take it.

“You morons are making her walk to the back?” He barked at the team. “What’s wrong with you? Move!”

He shoved a few of them out of the way before scooping you off the apron. You were too exhausted and disoriented to realize what was happening

[slut4corbin]

Torn To Pieces

Note : *I have never done a sad fanfiction like this, so this might not be as good, but oh well!*

Summary : The reader is in love with her best friend Baron Corbin, but what happens when she catches Baron kissing someone else

Inspired by Torn To Pieces by Pop Evil

Warning (s) : Angst and slight profanity

Your name (Y/N)

Word count : 568

Tag list : @adriennegabriella @dulcesitapr @sassymox @ava-valerie @wwelovergirl @romanthereigns @mysticvampyre @nerdypanda20

1 2 3 The bell rang. I got up and grabbed my new championship belt from the refree and hopped out of the ring, and began walking up the ramp to the gorilla. As soon as I made it through the curtain, I was greeted with congratulations and cheers. My best friends, Becky Lynch and Liv Morgan, gave me a big hug and congratulated me as well. After a while of being in the gorilla and celebrating my victory, I decided to head back to my locker room, so I grabbed my championship belt and took off that way.

I walked along the side of the wall, looking down. After a few minutes of walking I heard a noise so I looked up. And when I looked up, I saw something I never wanted to see. It was my best friend Baron Corbin kissing Alexa Bliss. I stood there for a few minutes, feeling tears fill my eyes. I quickly took off running towards my locker room, not looking back. After a few minutes of running, I finally stopped in front of my locker room door, and I quickly went inside. Once I got inside, I threw my championship belt down on the couch while I leaned my head against the door and started crying as if my heart was torn to pieces.

"Why would he do such a thing?" I asked myself through the cries. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. "Y/N, are you in there?" I recognized that voice it was Barons."Yeah!" I replied, stepping back and opening the door. I wiped my eyes so it would look like I wasn't crying. "Y/N, why are you crying?" Baron asked, looking at me very concerned. "It's nothing," I responded quickly before taking a step back away from him. "What's wrong, Y/N? I'm serious. I'm not asking you again." He exclaimed, causing me to sigh "I fucking love you Baron I know it's weird since we're best friends but anyways when I saw you kissing Alexa it broke my heart."

Baron's eyes were wide and instead of answering me back he stepped towards me and pressed his lips against mine in the most passionate kiss. After a few minutes of kissing, He pulled away from the kiss. My eyes fluttered open. "Wha-what was that for?" I stuttered. Looking at him in the eyes. "I love you Y/N I always have!" He said, leaning down and kissing me once more.

I smiled against the kiss, causing him to do the same. Soon enough, the romantic moment between me and Baron had ended when Baron's best friend Corey Graves caught us flirting. "Oooh love birds," Corey laughed. "Oh shut the hell up, Graves!" Baron responded, causing me to laugh. Corey laughed as well before saying "Well I got to go back out to the arena!" He pulled me and Baron into a group hug after a few seconds he let go of both of us, and Corey walked off. Me and Baron watched as he walked down the hall and around the corner. "Want to come over to my place tonight?" Baron asked. "Of course," I replied smiling, and with that, he leaned in for another kiss.

[wanderingdarlingblog]

"The Bewitched and the Beguiled" Ch. 4: "Our Little Secret..."

Summary: What do you get when you cross a sexually frustrated lass with a size kink and a six-foot-five Scotsman with an instant mutual attraction to his old friend's little sister..?

That's right. You get some bomb sex.

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: SMUT (18+ ONLY, MDNI), discussions of previous relationships, hints of possible abuse but nothing is exclusively mentioned, Baron continuing to be an ass but only for a minute, cursing, slight exhibitionism (?), hair pulling, hickeys, some good fucking, oral (f receiving), use of a condom (for once), Drew being a smirking devilish gentleman, honorifics (sir), nicknames (little one, princess, lass, lassie, love, dove(?), good girl), praise kink, size kink, a smidge of manhandling.

A/N: I FUCKING DID IT. I haven't written smut in a MINUTE so if this is a little rusty, I apologize. The more I write it, the better I'll get, and trust me this is just the beginning 😏 as always, thank you for the love on this story, I love writing it and it makes it just that much better that others enjoy it too. Feedback is encouraged and always welcome on my page! I want to know what y'all think, I love hearing from everyone. If you're enjoying this series and want to be added to a the taglist, let me know! Love you guys!

-WD

Sneak Peak Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4.5

August 22, 2021 Las Vegas, Nevada

To anyone looking from the outside, Michelle's face was blank as she stared at the ice in her glass in front of her. In her head, however, Michelle was drowning in memories that she had long ago buried. Memories she wanted to forget and reminders of a person she never wanted to be again, and here walks in a materialized man of all her past regrets.

"Micky, you good?" Rhea asked from across the table.

"Yeah, I just need a refill. I'll be right back. Anyone else need a refill?" Michelle asked as she pushed herself to her feet.

Dani wanted another Long Island, but the rest of the table was fine. She started walking back to the bar. She slid into the booth and ordered, feeling a sob bubbling in her chest but she pushed it down.

How could she be so stupid? Of course he would be here, but she did not think in a million years he would remember her.

"Hey-"

The voice made her yelp, surprised by the sudden touch on the small of her back. She sighed when she saw it was only Drew.

"You alright?" Drew leaned against the bar, his brows knit with concern.

"Yeah," Michelle nodded with a sniff, her nose ticklish from being on the verge of tears.

She delicately twisted her nose piercing and rubbed her nose as lady-like as she possibly could.

"He's just an old fling, if you could even call it that. I guess I was just hoping he wouldn't recognize me."

"You and Corbin?" Drew smiled softly, trying not to sound too accusatory, but he was a little shocked. "That's a little bit of a strange pairing."

"What?" Michelle laughed a little with raised eyebrows. "You can't see it?"

"No." Drew spoke without hesitation and shook his head. Michelle laughed a little harder at his reaction, which made Drew grin. "You have such a lovely smile. It's so bright."

"Thank you, you're too sweet." Michelle's attention diverted for a moment as the bartender slid over her glass, which she quickly took a long sip.

"How did you and Baron meet?" Drew asked as he sipped on his pint.

Michelle tried not to choke on her drink and played it off as a little cough. She thought for a short moment, picking her words carefully. As she was thinking, she thought back to that night, images flashing in her mind.

Booming music. His stare was etched into her memory. His touch lit her skin on fire, his cologne smelled expensive. She remembers how his denim jeans felt on her bare thighs.

"We met at a club in New Jersey one night, like, five or six years ago." Michelle offered a smile, hoping that would be enough for him to not press much further than that.

"Were you together long?"

Michelle glanced over her shoulder to see Baron walking back to the table, already looking at her. After short eye contact, he looked away.

Neck kisses. Hickyes. He had a bruising grip that made her feel some type of way. She remembers how he'd tug her hair to make him look him in the eyes, how the cold metal of his rings felt pressed gently around her neck. Her nails dragging down his back. Beds creaking. Same motel, different nights.

"Not particularly. We weren't exclusive." Michelle said quietly as she looked back at her drink and stirred it with her straw.

Drew glanced back at the table, noticed Baron's return and leaned in close before speaking.

"What happened? I seemed to walk into a heated argument earlier. Bad break up?"

She was yelling. He was banging his huge fists on the kitchen table. Holes punched in her walls. Doors slamming shut.

"Ohhh yeah, it was pretty bad." Michelle's laugh had a morose undertone. "Thought I would see the last of him after that though. My mistake."

"Did you not know who he was?" Drew chuckled.

"Not at the time." Michelle sighed as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and leaned on the bar. "I didn't find out until his main roster debut that he was a wrestler. We didn't really do a lot of 'getting to know you' during our time together. It never came up."

"That's unlucky." Drew's laugh boomed, which helped Michelle laugh a little at the fucked up situation. "Was the sex good, at least?"

Michelle shrugged, which only made Drew laugh more.

"What?!" Michelle giggled at Drew, who was leaning over the bar on his forearms and his head was hung, trying to stifle his laughter. "I don't know, it was alright I guess. I've had better since. I think I just liked that he was so...so big I guess? Wait no, I mean...fuck-"

She started to stutter when Drew raised his eyebrows at her.

"I mean he's so tall. I meant to say tall. He had something about him that told me he could...toss me around a bit." Michelle chuckled a blush dusting her cheeks.

"Sure, lass." Drew smiled and stood up straight and took a few sips of his beer.

He put his glass down and scooted his stool closer so when he sat, he bumped her shoulder.

"So you like big guys?"

Michelle ran her tongue along the inside of her bottom lip and shook her head, debating whether or not she should even entertain the question.

"Yeah." She admitted begrudgingly with a blush dusting her cheeks.

"And toss you around?" Drew sounded deep in thought. "You like getting manhandled, huh?"

"Oh yeah, you would love to know, wouldn't you?" Michelle beamed, a playful twinkle in her eye and a sarcastic tone in her voice. The two shared a laugh.

"I would, actually." Drew chuckled and gave Michelle a look that made her heart pound in her chest. "Why do you look so surprised? You told me I had to 'find out for myself'. Did you already forget?"

No, she did not forget.

Michelle glanced back at the table. The group had thinned out. Annie and Matt had left, leaving Baron, Randy, Dani, Damien, and Rhea. She gnawed on the inside of her cheek and her knee bounced, temptation getting the best of her. She grabbed her phone and opened up her messages with Darcy.

"Heading to my room now, love you."

"It's getting pretty late," Michelle smirked, hopped off her stool and took a step back. "Wanna head to my room for a nightcap?"

Drew beamed and got to his feet. He tossed a few bills on the bar, gently placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her towards the exit.

"After you, princess."

The pair quietly stepped into an elevator when Michelle's phone dinged.

"Dani: Where're you going! My Long Island!! :("

"Something came up, I'm calling it a night. See you in the morning."

After hitting send, she powered off her phone entirely and hit button "15" to get to her floor.

"Your girls wondering where you wandered off to?" Drew's voice made her heart skip a little when he broke their silence. She leaned her back against the adjacent wall and laughed.

"I think Dani has separation issues." Michelle rolled her eyes as she spoke. "Can't go anywhere unless she knows. You can imagine how pissed she was when I debuted tonight. Gave me so much shit for not telling her. But..."

Michelle reached out and hooked her index fingers around the band of his jeans and gave him a tug forward. He took a few steps closer until he put his hands on either side of her head and was towering over her.

"I think she can survive if I sneak off for one night. Don't you think?"

Drew watched Michelle carefully as she grazed her fingers across his belt, moved up his chest and started playing with the top button on his shirt. She could feel his muscles tighten under her touch. He licked his lips and let out a small breath he did not realize had been holding.

"How buzzed are you?"

"Sober enough to know what I want," she popped the button that she was fiddling with and dragged her fingers to the next down. "Buzzed enough to actually do it."

Drew's chuckle died in his throat when she popped another button and peeked at his broad chest underneath the navy fabric.

"We're still in the elevator, love." Drew pointed out, sounding a little wary.

"I know." Michelle smirked, keeping eye contact while she traced the metal of his belt buckle and started to pull the end of the belt loose from the belt loops.

"Somebody's impatient." Drew raised an eyebrow at her with a coy smile and glanced at the floor number they were on, which was 13. Michelle unbuckled the belt so it was hanging open on his hips.

"You gonna do something about it, stud?" Michelle's voice was breathy as she leaned up to kiss him.

Ding.

Before their lips could meet, Michelle ducked under his arms and walked out of the elevator. She still had her hand wrapped around Drew's belt, which she pulled from his hips as she walked away from him. Drew's gaze darkened as he followed, watching her hips sway. Michelle reached behind her head and she unclasped her claw clip in her hair and let her red waves fall.

Drew and Michelle reached her hotel room. When she searched her wallet and grabbed her hotel keycard, Drew grabbed the card from her hand, making her spin around with a surprised look on her face. Drew slipped a strong arm around her waist and pulled her flush to his body. His free hand softly held her jaw in place while he pressed a firm kiss to her lips.

Michelle hummed happily into the kiss and closed her eyes as she threw her arms around his neck, fighting back a smile. To her left, Drew's arm momentarily left the small of her back. She heard a beep and a click. Drew opened the door, grabbed her waist with both hands and hoisted her in the air. Michelle squealed, wrapped her legs around his hips, and grabbed on for dear life as he entered her room.

"I've got ya." Drew chuckled as he kicked her door shut, Michelle threw everything in her hands down to the floor, and she kicked off her heels.

He started peppering kisses on any open skin he could get to while he walked to her bed. Her neck, her shoulder, her chest. He slowly loosened his grip so she slid down his body and she was back on her feet. He took her hand, squeezed it and he sat down on the edge of the bed. He opened his legs so she could stand between them.

"How do you want things to go tonight?" He asked quietly while his thumb rubbed over her knuckles.

Michelle took his hand and placed it on her hip while she brushed fly-away hair out of his face.

"Such a gentleman." She smiled as she climbed into his lap.

He welcomed her into his space and wrapped her in a firm embrace. She traced his jaw and bit her lip.

"I love a gentleman, but I don't need that tonight."

"What do you need? Because I can treat you like a princess in here if you asked." Drew's eyes wandered her figure as he spoke.

His finger's danced on the strap of her dress as he pulled it down so it hung off her shoulder. He gave a peck on her collarbone and looked up at her with those big baby-blues of his.

"What if I told you I wanted to walk funny to my gate at the airport tomorrow?" Michelle's voice was small, she was worried about how he was going to respond to her request.

Her heart skipped a beat and as his face changed from soft and sweet to a devilish grin. He grabbed hold of her hips and back and flipped her on her back and stood over her. She squeaked and laughed a little as she made contact with the sheets.

"All you had to do was ask." His rough hands slowly rubbed up her thighs and pushed the fabric of her dress up her body until it bunched up at her waist. He stared at her lacy black thong and licked his lips. "Would you prefer a safe word? Or colors?"

Michelle's heart swelled a little at the thoughtfulness, but blushed at the thoughts of what was going to happen next.

"Colors." Michelle decided as she sat up on her elbows.

"What's the color right now?" Drew asked as he hooked his finger around the waistband of her panties, pulled back, and snapped it against her hip.

"Green."

"Good girl. How about now?" Drew fell to his knees and pulled her thong down her legs.

He slowly opened her legs, kneading the flesh of her soft thighs along the way. He gazed at her pussy like a starved man. He swallowed and licked his lips, his gaze shifting to Michelle, waiting for her answer.

"Green..." Michelle's breathing was a little heavier out of anticipation, and Drew was enjoying watching her sweat. He smiled and nodded.

"Good girl." With that, he dove into her core.

Michelle let out a sigh and lulled her head back as his tongue licked a long stripe up to her clit. He kitten licked her clit before wrapping his lips around it and giving a gentle suck, which made Michelle let out a high pitched sigh. She placed one of her hands on the back of his head and weaved her fingers in his dark hair.

"You want more?" Drew's voice sent vibrations and pleasurable tingles up her spine.

"Yes." Michelle keened, which just made Drew smirk.

"Beg for it, then." Drew pushed her legs open even further and continued to devourer her.

"Use your fingers? Please, Drew." Michelle moaned and gripped his hair a little tighter as he gave her clit a particularly hash suck. He slapped the inside of her thigh, which made Michelle yelp as the slap echoed in the room and made her skin sting and throb.

"Try again." Drew's voice was even and confident while he made direct eye contact with Michelle as he slipped his tongue into her cunt. While his tongue was working her core, his thumb came up and continued to rub tight circles on her bud. She collapsed, laying flat on her back.

"Please sir? Please use your fingers and stretch me out, I need it so bad." Michelle whined.

"That's better." Drew smiled and slipped two fingers into her dripping core. Michelle gasped and smiled when he slowly started to pump his fingers in and out.

"Color?"

"So fucking green." Michelle's laugh was cut off by a gasp when his fingers found that spot that made her toes curl. Drew's eyebrows flew up and her grinned.

"Right there?" Drew laughed a little as he hit the spot again and Michelle's hips rolled against his hand.

He started to finger her a little faster while he latched his lips back onto her clit, which made Michelle's hips buck off of the mattress, but Drew's arm pinned her back down and continued his assault. His pace slowed for a moment, just for him to add a third finger, making Michelle cry out in pleasure.

"Fuck Drew, just like that!" Michelle's voice was strained as she felt herself clenching harder and harder around his finger.

"You close? You gonna come for me, love?" Drew panted as he went back to sucking and licking Michelle's sensitive nerves.

Before she could properly string the words together to give him an answer, her eyes squeezed shut and a chill ran up her spine as she came. Drew was grinning like a cat as he helped her ride out her orgasm, slowly coming to a stop and slipping his soaked fingers from her. She opened her eyes just in time to see him lick his fingers clean with a hum.

"So delicious," Drew grinned as he started to unbutton the last few buttons that Michelle did not get and shrugged it off his shoulders. "Do you have a condom, little one?"

"It's in that bag over there, I think." Michelle muttered softly as she waved her hand behind her in the general direction of the bag, still blissed out from her orgasm.

Drew chuckled at his handiwork and disappeared out of Michelle's sight. She giggled softly and ran a hand through her hair.

"Not bad, Scottish Warrior."

"Aye, if you liked that, you're in for a treat." Drew spoke through his teeth as ripped open the condom wrapper.

She heard the rubber being pulled and rolled, and then he was back in front of her line of sight. She sat up a little and her eyes widened at the sight of Drew's dick for the first time. It was definitely bigger than she had expected, big enough to make her blush even more than she already was. Drew arched a brow and smiled a little, probably proud of her surprise at his size.

"Are you alright little one?"

"Yeah, I'm fantastic," Michelle laughed, making Drew laugh as well. It was standing at attention with an occasional throb. "Just go slow at first..."

"Of course, love." Drew nodded and climbed onto the bed.

He grabbed both of her ankles and yanked her to the middle of the bed, which made them both giggle. He pulled her to a sitting position in front of him, grabbed her dress that had ridden up and pulled it over her head. He cupped her face and pulled her in for a searing kiss while he reached around and unclasped her bra. She let it fall off her shoulders as they broke apart. He reached up and tweaked her hardening nipple, making Michelle whimper, which made him smile

"I love how responsive you are." Drew shook his head in admiration as he pushed her down gently on her back and rested on his haunches.

He grabbed her legs behind her knees, pulled her hips up so they wrested in his lap, ran his hands from the top of the back of her thighs to the back of her knees and pushed her legs as far up as she could stretch. She was completely open to him.

"Color?" Drew took a deep breath and glanced up at Michelle's face, whose brain was buzzing at the idea of him filling her up.

"Green-ah!" Michelle started, but was cut off by her own moans as he pushed the head of his cock past her folds. "Fuck..."

"That's it," Drew's praise had her pussy clench around his cock, which made Drew curse under his breath. "taking me so well."

Soon, he bottomed out and the pair both let out a groan. He slowly pulled out and pushed back in. The stretch Michelle was feeling could only be described as delicious. Her nails dug into his thighs while her back arched off the bed.

"You can go faster..." Michelle sighed, her half-lidded coffee brown eyes meeting his.

He smirked and shook his head as he continued to piston his hips at a slow and deliberate pace. He leaned forward so he was pushing her legs even further back, bottomed out and started grinding his pelvis into hers, rubbing her clit and g-spot as a result. She cried out and he pressed his lips to her neck.

"I thought you wanted me to start slow." He teased and started to suck a hickey on her neck. Michelle was panting in the new position, desperate to grab ahold of something. One of her hands settled on his bicep while the other grabbed hold of the back of his head. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head up so he could look him in the eyes.

"Fuck me silly." She said with a gleam in her eye and a smirk on her lips.

Drew laughed and sat up straight, pausing his thrusts for a moment to readjust.

"As you wish." He secured his tree trunk arms around her thighs, threw her legs over his shoulders and started fucking into Michelle's core like a jackhammer. The sound of skin slapping against skin and Michelle's whines and moans echoed off the walls. The pair were being a little louder than they thought, since the person they shared a wall with started banging on the wall, trying to tell them to quiet down. (They did not).

"Right there! Just like that, shit..." Michelle alternated from fisting the sheets to trying to grab at Drew for support as he pounded into her at a relentless pace.

Drew's hand reached around her thigh and started rubbing harsh, messy circles on her clit, desperately trying to bring her to a high one more time.

"Fuck!" Michelle squeaked and screwed her eyes shut. "I'm so close."

"I'm right there with you, lass, come on." Drew's pace sped up just enough to make Michelle's breath hitch in her chest. "Give it to me, squeeze my cock."

Drew watched Michelle come undone under him. Her breasts bouncing, her chest heaving and panting, her head rolling back into the pillow. It was all enough to send him over the edge with her.

The two stayed connected for a few moments after the peak of both their highs, gasping for air. Eventually, Drew slowly brought Michelle's legs back down to be horizontal with the mattress. Then, he slowly slipped out of her with a pop. She hissed at the stretch and the emptiness, which made him smile a little.

"Sore?" He chuckled, already knowing the answer to his own question. He got up and walked to the bathroom to throw out the condom.

Michelle laughed sarcastically and sat up slowly, trying not to fall back over because of the little head rush she felt.

"A little," Michelle brushed her hair back out of her face and let out a deep sigh. She swung her legs over the bed and got to her feet to stretch, but she stumbled back and fell on the bed with a chuckle.

"Just lay down! No rush to get up." Drew laughed as he caught a glimpse of her trying to walk from the bathroom sink. "You told me to make you walk funny."

Michelle shook her head and sighed, staring at the ceiling as she spoke.

"I really needed that."

"Me too." Drew agreed, walking back into the bedroom.

"Hey Drew?" Michelle sat up as he rounded the bed to stand in front of her in all his glory.

"Yes, love?" He smiled at her so softly, it made her chest swell.

"Can we...would it be okay if we kept this between us?" Michelle tried to say it as gently as possible. "I know we jumped into this without talking about what we really wanted out of this. I just don't want it to become a thing. I'm not looking for anything serious right now anyway, but I don't want to get a bad rep and make it seem like I'm trying to sleep up the latter. The new girl sleeps with Drew McIntyre, I become labeled the roaster slut or something. Does that make sense?" Michelle rambled on and started to pick at her manicure out of nerves.

Drew took hold of one of her hands and kissed the back of it.

"Of course. I wasn't gonna pressure you into anything anyway, I just assumed this was a casual thing. I won't say a word. It can be our little secret." Drew reassured her and patted her hand. "And you're not a slut, never say that about yourself."

"Thank you, Drew." She used his helpful hand to stand and give him a hug and a peck on the cheek. "I appreciate you understanding"

"You're a bonnie lass, Micky." Drew pulled back and pinched her cheek, which made Michelle laugh and make a face.

"'Bonnie'?" She raised an eyebrow, confused.

"You never heard a' bonnie?" Drew howled in laughter as he pulled up his pants and looped his belt. "Means you're a knockout, you're swell."

"Oh! Well, thank you!" Michelle laughed as she sat back down on the edge of the bed and watched Drew get dressed. She winced a little as she sat, her pussy still a little sore.

"'Course, little one." Drew pressed a kiss to her forehead as he buttoned up his shirt. "I had fun."

"So did I. Haven't had this much fun in one day in a while." Michelle grabbed a hair tie off of her nightstand and threw her hair up in a little bun. She got up and walked to her suitcase to grab a pair of cotton shorts and her Cactus Jack shirt that was maybe two sizes too big. When she turned back around, Drew was already looking at her with a glint in his eye that she could not really read in the dark.

"You're adorable." Drew smiled.

She walked him to her door, opened it and leaned against the frame. He leaned down and kissed her temple and winked at her.

"If you ever want to do something like this again, you know where to find me." Drew eyed the hickey he left on the right side of her neck. He leaned down and gave that spot a peck. "Don't forget to cover that up in the morning. G'night, lassie."

"G'night." Michelle whispered and waved him off, watching him walk back towards the elevators.

She pushed off the doorframe, closed her door, and padded over to her bed. She turned her phone back on and plugged it in. She climbed into bed, fluffed her pillows and sighed contently at just how soft and inviting the thought of sleep after such a long day was. She heard her phone buzz and unlocked it to set her 7:00am alarm. Her flight was at 11:00am, and she was far from thrilled considering it was a little past 3:00am. She threw her phone down, pulled the covers up over her head and dozed off, thinking about what other adventures lay in store for her. ---------------

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[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Hello! I don’t know if your still taking request, but if you are can you please do king/baron corbin nsfw head cannons! I love your Roman reigns work btw!

YAAAAASSSS, I was waiting for an opportunity to write another headcannon with ma Bear 🐻🥰 Thank you, nonny and thank you for your compliments, sweetie 😘

@ava-valerie , @nerdypanda20 , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @aerynscrichton , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @sunnyyeoo

Baron is rough

So.fucking.rough

You always wanted someone who’d be merciless when it comes to sex

And you’ve found him for sure!

Baron is all about foreplay

Building tension

Need

Expectation

He loves seeing you at the edge even before he touch you

Loves when you beg him

“Yes, beg me like a needy little slut. That’s music to my ears”

Possessive

And he loves all kinds of play

Consensual non-con

“Yes, that’s it! Fight me, you little bitch. Pretend you don’t want me because as soon as my cock is deep in you, the only thing you’ll be able to do is spread your legs wider, moan my name and beg me for more” He chuckled

Service play

Knife play

Cigar play

Edging

All about dirty talk

When he’s in the mood for something more soft

He’ll be your daddy

And dd/lg will be the play

“Hump your pillow like a good girl for daddy”

“Show daddy how a good girl plays with her little pussy”

His stamina is beyond this world

He can last all night long

But not that you’re complaining 😈

[of-twilight-and-moonshadow]

WWE Masterlist

Fluff = 💕 (count: 12)

Smut = 💦 (count: 0)

Angst = 💔 (count: 2)

Main Roster - Smackdown / Raw

Baron Corbin - Safe 💕

Roman Reigns - Always Have, Always Will 💕

Seth Rollins - Too Little, Too Late 💔  

Finn Balor / Fergal Devitt - Luck in Love  💕 

NXT

Adam Cole - Never Should’ve Let You Go 💕       

 --------  Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

Kyle O’Reilly - Cookie Dough Kisses  💕

NXT UK

Marcel Barthel - Always There   💕

Marcel Barthel, Fabian Aichner - What’s Mine 💕

Tyler Bate - Perfect Chance💕

Trent Seven - Notice Me 💕

[ohnojustimagine]

You Should See Me In A Crown

Baron Corbin/Reader; 735 words, smutty-ish

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You've barely made it back to Baron's hotel room after the show tonight before he's kissing you, hands running over your body, every touch a demand for more. "I think you need to be naked right now," he says, mouth on your ear, teeth nipping there. And you couldn't agree more, pulling away from him enough that you can strip off your clothes, dragging your tank top up over your head, tossing your jeans aside carelessly. You've just stepped out of your panties when suddenly you see Baron's entrance gear, sitting on top of one of his bags; the cape and the crown and the scepter, and all at once you stop.

"Or," you say, picking up the cape, holding it in front of you, "I could be wearing this?"

And Baron doesn't say anything, but he gives you a sly, dirty-looking smirk of approval, sitting down on the end of the bed, his legs wide, black jeans tight over his thighs.

So you sweep the cape around behind you, pulling it on. It's long and heavy, the hem of it touching the floor, the fur lining soft on your tingling skin as you fasten the chain across the front, letting it drape across your chest, above your breasts.

The cape sits back on your shoulders, framed around your body but open enough that it covers absolutely nothing.

You reach for the crown, raising it onto your head, and of course it's too big for you, so you have to angle it slightly, resting it across your forehead. And the way it feels, the weight of it... it's not at all what you expected, giving you a feeling that's a little more more formal and a lot less playful than you intended when you put it on.

You pose with the scepter laid across your arms, and Baron smiles at you.

"Do I look like a queen?" you ask.

"You look like my queen," he tells you, and you raise the scepter to your mouth, licking slowly up the length of it.

Baron leans back, his eyes focused on you, darkly intent, watching as you tongue at the small spikes that decorate the head of the scepter, delicately sucking on the sphere at the tip.

But then you stop, staring back at him, waiting.

"You know," he says, after a minute, "even a queen has to submit to the King."

"Really?" you reply, a haughty tone creeping into your voice.

"Oh yeah," he tells you, "that's how it goes. It's a hierarchy, and the King has ultimate authority."

"Ultimate power," you say.

He nods. "Exactly."

"But right now," you say, "I'm the one wearing the crown."

"But you'll still kneel before the King, won't you?" He laughs, easy and assured. "Just like everyone else."

You gaze down at him. "I don't think you understand power, your majesty, if you think being on your knees is a position of weakness." You point the scepter at him, touching it to the middle of his chest, and then drag it downwards, slowly, until it's resting just above the buckle of his belt. He doesn't move, and you look at him. "Great power can be wielded on one's knees," you say.

"Maybe you should show me," he replies, a challenge in the words, and so you set the scepter down, bending to kneel before him. The fur of the cape rustles across your skin, and though you might shiver, you don't lose focus, running your hands up his thighs, leaning to kiss the hardening outline of his cock through his jeans. You hear him inhale a rush of breath as you mouth at it, wet, black denim darkening with your saliva, and you look up at him.

"See," you say, "I think I could make you do anything right now."

And this time there's a rasp in his voice as he speaks, asking, "What would you make me do?"

You frown, tilting your head one side slightly, as if you're considering the question, and then smile. "I'd make you shut your royal mouth and let me suck you until you come right down my throat."

"That's..." he stutters, visibly undone, and it's not often you see Baron lost for words. "Yeah," he finally says. "I could do that."

And you bow your head, your hands on the buckle of his belt. "A Queen," you murmur, "knows how to please her King."

[ihavenowilltolivelol]

I need some Corbin fluff :(

[siren-queen-imagines]

Happy Ending

I’m going through the Wayback Machine and bringing over some fics that I wrote when I was imaginingwwesuperstars!! Well, at least what they have archived…and has been edited since the original post…I hope you enjoy!!

Masterlist

**SMUT WARNING**

Another month down.

You started working in the WWE as an assistant medic for the past 3 months and so far, nothing bad has happened to you yet. You haven’t accidentally hurt anyone further or rub anyone the wrong way. From what you gathered, everyone seemed to like you to an extent. You were even invited out a few times with some of the girls.

But going out in big groups wasn’t really your thing. You considered yourself a bit of a loner. You learned more so to appreciate your quiet and down time since working here because it can be so hectic at times. Despite that, you did truly appreciate the effort that some of the girls put forth in getting to know you. In fact, there were times you would find yourself sharing a table with Becky Lynch. She noticed your introverted nature from the beginning and always made sure to never push you to go out or anything like that. You were so grateful that she had been nothing but sweet to you. In the beginning, you were worried about making friends and meeting all these big personalities…but you had made a friend in Becky and it helped with the anxiety of being the newbie around the company.

You were sitting in catering, enjoying a late lunch while watching Daredevil on your Netflix app.

“You know, I think Corbin has a little crush on you.” Becky said, sitting down next to you with a bottle of water. “Sorry to interrupt you.”

“What?” You asked, looking up at Becky with wide eyes as you removed one of your headphones.

“Baron Corbin. I swear, anytime you two are in the same room, he’s always staring at you.”

“He could be looking at something near me, Beck. Doesn’t mean he likes me.” You denied.

“Trust me, it’s you. He’s got good taste. You’re cute and pretty awesome. Own it.”

You were about to reply when your phone went off. You got a message from Jan, one of the medics you’ve been working with, to come back to the trainer’s office. Chad Gable messed up his knee in the ring and she could use your help.

“I gotta go.” You told Becky, grabbing your empty plate. “I’ll see you later, Becky.”

“Bye, Y/N.” She smiled.

You walked out of catering, very aware that eyes were following you. You didn’t even bother to see if Baron Corbin was even looking but they also could’ve been Becky’s. You arrived in the office to see Chad grimacing in pain as Jan spoke to him and Jason.

=================================

“How are you feeling, Chad?” You asked, handing him a bottle of water as he watched the show from the trainer’s room.

“Eh, a little tender still.” Chad replied as he took the water bottle and you checked his knee.

“Okay. Well, your results shouldn’t be long now. Just relax for a little longer, okay?”

“Okay. Thanks, Y/N.”

You offered him a small, comforting smile as you gently patted him on the shoulder before leaving him be.

“Hey, Y/N?” Jan called out, walking over to you as she came back into the room.

“Yeah?” You replied.

“I have Gable’s results now. I also have a massage set for Baron Corbin in like a minute or two, his shoulder has been bothering him. You think you can take that for me while I talk to Gable?”

“Uh—uh, yeah. Sure.” You stuttered, your mind immediately going back to what Becky said earlier.

“You don’t sound so sure. If you don’t want—”

“No, it’s fine. I can do it.”

“Thanks, Y/N.” Jan smiled at you.

You went over to the other side of the room to get everything ready for Baron. You hoped that if Becky was right, you didn’t make an idiot of yourself…that was the last thing you needed considering that you found Baron attractive. You didn’t dare tell Becky that because she would never let it go.

“Hey.” You heard a deep voice call from behind you. You turned around to see Baron standing there. “I’m here for my shoulder massage.”

You nodded and motioned for him to have a seat on the table. Baron took his seat and removed his shirt as you closed the door. You breathed in sharply, admiring his tattoos. You were a sucker for those tattoos. You snapped out of it when you noticed he was watching you.

“So, uh—uh, which shoulder is it?” You asked, turning back towards the supplies, grabbing some massage oil.

“Right.”

You nodded and put some oil on your hands, rubbing them together before beginning to work on his shoulder. Things remained silent between you two for a bit…mostly because you didn’t know what to say.

“You’re concentrating really hard on my shoulder there.” Baron said, watching you ever since you started.

“I wanna make sure I get it worked up.” You mumbled.

“So, how are you liking our little slice of paradise?”

“It’s good. I like it here.”

“Like here, right here right now?”

You blushed deeply as you paused for a moment, causing Baron to smile. You noticed him smirk and decided that maybe two can play this game. You weren’t all that good at flirting, but it was worth a try to get him back. You went back to work on his shoulder, digging in deeper. You noticed his eyes closing and you could’ve sworn you heard a light moan come from him.

There were nerves that got in the way the first few chances, but you finally leaned in towards his ear.

“That feel good, Baron?” You whispered into his ear.

“Mmm hmm.” Baron quietly replied, his eyes remaining closed.

“You want me to dig a little deeper?”

“Yeah.” He whispered.

You dug a little deeper into his shoulder, earning a very audible moan from him. You stopped for a moment when you looked towards his lap…you didn’t expect that and now you just felt awkward…you were trying to give him a taste of his own medicine, not turn the guy on…Baron’s eyes opened as he looked over at you. He stood at his full height in front of you, slowly walking towards you, making you take a few steps back. This continued until you were backed into the wall. He leaned into you, burying his face in your neck, breathing you in. You shakily took a breath as you felt Baron’s nose rubbing up against your neck…you felt yourself getting wet.

“Y/N.” Baron whispered into your neck. “Let me have you.”

“Baron…” You whispered back, your eyes closing when Baron placed feather light kisses on your neck.

“Please…can I have you?”

You sighed as Baron gently suckled on your pulse point. Your fingernails lightly scratching the back of his head. 

“Yes. Take me, Baron.”

Baron growled as he crouched down for a moment, grabbing a hold of your butt as he lifted you against the wall. Your legs wrapped around him as your lips finally met. You felt one of Baron’s arms move away from your body. You were about to pull away and ask what he was doing when you heard the click of the lock on the door.

Baron grabbed a hold of your butt again as he moved you away from the wall and over towards the table. He sat you on it and ran his hands up your shirt, pulling it over your head. You reached back to unhook your bra and you felt Baron’s fingers reach for the straps. Baron’s lips moved from your lips to your left shoulder, kissing his way down as he lowered the strap.

“We don’t have a lot of time.” You whispered to him.

“I’ll take my time with you later then.” Baron replied.

He was planning on a next time...oh hell yes.

Baron undid his belt and his jeans while you did the same. He helped you jump down and pull your pants and panties off. He sat you back on the table and began to play with your clit. Baron kissed you to keep the volume down as your co-worker was in the next room with Chad Gable and possible a visiting Jason Jordan.

“Baron.” You whined against his lips.

“I gotta make sure you’re ready for me, baby.” Baron replied, his middle finger moving to your entrance. “Fuck, you’re soaking for me already.” He kissed you once more as his finger entered you, causing you to moan into his mouth. “Shhh, baby. Shhh.” He smiled as he added a second finger, watching you as you bit down on your bottom lip.You felt him start off slowly before increasing his speed.

“Fuck, Baron.” You whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“Come on, Y/N. Get it, baby. Cum.”

Before you knew it, your felt yourself topple over the edge, Baron’s mouth covering yours, capturing your moans. He kept going as you rode it out, your body shaking a bit before he removed his fingers. You watched as he sucked on his fingers, tasting you.

“Goddamn, you taste so good.” Baron told you as he lined up his cock with your entrance. “You ready for me?”

“Yes. Please, Baron.”

You bit down on your bottom lip once more as he slowly entered you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, groaning into you when he filled you completely. You held back a moan, pretty sure that you were about to draw blood from your lip.

Baron’s thrusts started off slow and steady as you adjusted to his size.

“Do I make you feel good, Y/N? Hmm?” Baron asked as he picked up the pace.

“S-s-so good.”

“Yeah? You like the way I fuck that pussy?”

“So fucking good, Baron.”

Baron’s thrusts got harder and faster causing the table to shake beneath you. He thrust into you harder, causing the table to bump into the wall and he paused for a moment. He needed to control himself and not make too much noise. He didn’t need you getting caught and possibly lose your job.

“Please don’t stop.” You practically begged.

Baron couldn’t deny you. He continued with his current pace, one hand on your waist to hold you in place while the other was threaded into your hair. He kissed you roughly as he felt himself getting closer and closer to his release.

“Fuck…oh fuck, Y/N. You feel so good. I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah, Baron…cum for me.”

He went harder and faster…and you could’ve sworn deeper as you felt yourself ready to fall over the edge with him. You felt the hand on your waist go between you to play with your clit.

“Oh, fuck!” You cried out loud, biting into his shoulder as you came all over his cock.

Baron buried his head once more into your neck to mask his grunting and groaning as he emptied himself inside you.

“Fuck.” Baron growled as he continued thrusting into you, filling you.

You and Baron panted, remaining in place for a moment as you both worked to catch your breath. Baron moved from your neck to kiss you once more...when a knock interrupted you.

“Hey, is everything okay in there? I thought I heard the f-word.” A voice called from the other side of the door…it was definitely Jan’s.

“Y-Yeah, it’s fine. I just dropped some of the massage oil.” You replied quickly as Baron remained inside you.

“Okay.”

You heard Jan walk away from the door before letting out a sigh of relief.

“Did your shoulder even hurt?” You had asked Baron after a moment as he pulled away.

“No.” Baron replied with a smirk as he put his pants back on.

“So you were planning this...?”

“No. I actually planned to ask you to dinner. Sex in the trainer’s room was a surprise. But I’m not complaining.” You couldn’t help but smile as you shook your head, dressing yourself. “So...you still wanna have dinner?”

“I don’t know…” You teased.

“If you want, after, we can go back to my room for round two.”

Baron pulled you close to him and kissed you.

“Well, how do you expect me to say no to that?”