#baron corbin fic

[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 

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic  @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @damnnhausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linziland13 @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @cuzimacomedian @april-jeanette-wagner @starwithaheart @seeingstarks 

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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." 

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[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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LA Knight

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FTR

Gunther

Chris Jericho

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Jon Moxely

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Austin Theory

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Christian

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Gunther x reader fics

Impending Doom

Still my Champion

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Wrestler x wrestler fics

Voice in his Head (Punk x McIntyre)

So Obsessed with Me (Punk x McIntyre)

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Welcome To Kervin Fire Stories

Welcome to my blog called Kervin Fire Stories. Since I can't do something fanfic related (yet) and I don't use my personal account @kervinfire isn't much use since my personal account caused a lot of fights and unwanted attention.

Just like every other blog, my asks are now open.

So I am using this blog to either make fanfic updates or make one-shots.

But most importantly if I had a budget I may also work on commissioning into comic book stories.

Either way, I am going to copy-paste from my previous posts..

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LOONATICS UNLEASHED:

Loonatics R (Incomplete)- reboot story created by @purpleluckystar and now story and characters owned by me.

Loonatics KR (Coming Soon)- reboot story continues with a writer's cut rewritten by me. credits to @draze-a, @mysticinternetdinosaur, @segamarkiii & @DarthCraftus

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GRAND THEFT AUTO (HD):

Grand Theft Auto Origins: Kervin Made Liberty (Hiatus) - An OC version of GTA Online's Kervin's Backstory

KINGDOM FORCE:

The Red Fox (On Hiatus) - A story about a Red Fox

FIRE PRO WRESTLING WORLD:

Story of 2 Angels (On Hiatus) - A backstory of a brother and sister becoming wrestlers with the last name Angel

ROAD ROVERS:

Alza Flare (Hiatus) - A black cat looking for revenge

ZOOTOPIA

The Maharajah of Zootopia (working title and coming soon) - an action hero story featuring OC Kervin as a Zootopia version of him that is inspired by Indian action movies and includes Zach King's Prison Escape (It may have 2 storylines depending if magic is canon to Zootopia)

CROSSOVER STORIES: (May include Kervinverse Stories Ft. versions of my OC Kervin)

Loonatics Unleashed X Fire Pro Wrestling World:

Loonatics Road (Paused) - A story of Loonatics as wrestlers in a different universe

Zootopia X APB Reloaded:

Anyone Can Be All You Can't Be (Coming Soon) - A story of Kervin (APB Reloaded) stuck in the Zootopia universe and has no choice to work with the ZPD

Def Jam X Kung Fu Panda:

Def Jam X Kung Fu Panda: Book 1 Fight for A New Fight (Hiatus) - Story of Def Jam game characters including

Grand Theft Auto (HD) X The Bad Guys:

GTA Online Vs The Bad Guys: The Good, The Bad & The Grand (Coming Soon) - A story featuring my GTA Online OC Kervin fighting alongside Michael, Franklin & Trevor VS Mr. Wolf, Mr. Snake, Ms Tarantula, Mr. Pirahna, Mr. Shark and Diane Foxington. (Storyline maybe rewritten)

Operation: F.T.F.S. (Secret Personal Future Projects To Change An End To Commission Other Artists)

Formerly known as Project: End Of Days. Operation: F.T.F.S. (Finish/Fix The Fan Story) is mostly known to fix controversial Fan comics, Fan Fics, Fan Videos and but mostly also fixing certain short fan stories all thanks to comission money like PayPal. The only catch is that it needs to be commissioned to the original artist who made the either a controversial comic, video, fan fic and etc. in order finish the story by fixing a new comic for example.

The name change took inspiration from Cody Rhodes WrestleMania 40 victory and previous name Baron Corbin's Finisher called End of Days.

Zootopia - "Birth of a New End" Needed to be commissioned by Borba (Coming Soon) Set in a different AU. Kervin (Zootopia OC) has met Nick and Judy as a married couple who moved to the same apartment and interacted with them becoming good neighbors however as time passed one day Kervin received a call that he got a part of the new career he is working on but after the call he overheard an argument next door and he knew something does not feel right. Kervin has to choose to either ignore it to proceed his career and pretend it never happened or prevent it from bad things that can happen in the future.

Coming Soon

ORIGINAL STORIES (NON Fanfics)

Public School Domain - (Coming Soon) The first original and non fanfic story inspired by school games like Rockstar's Bully Scholarship Edition. The story is set in a modern fantasy world era in the 2000s about an original character who is a wolf fox hybrid student who came to a city bay area who enrolls a new school filled with plenty of public domain characters and locations both inside and outside of school grounds including historical artwork, folklore, fairy tales and many more. The only main objective is simple which is to graduate however with a place like that there are more adventures to come.

[ava-cookidouh123]

Mò Grá~2018 AU

Warnings:none

It was currently 12 at night,you’ve been awake since 8 am this morning,you are usually able to fall asleep after around 50 minutes but this time something was off…you felt a familiar presence around you,you felt as if you were around somebody your husband Baron Corbin has fought before,that’s when you realised,Bálor.

Usually you’d wake Baron up before you do anything like this but he wasn’t at home,he was busy at a live event.

You walked over to the bathroom and you felt a pair of strong arms around you,”Bálor why are you here so late?” Bálor kissed your neck softly and said,”I had a sense that you couldn’t sleep Mò Grá so I decided to help.” Bálor said as he turned off the bathroom light and led the both of you to you and Barons bed,You got in and Bálor tucked you in,he then laid beside you and he wrapped his arms around you whispering the words,”oíche mhaith mo ghrá teacht chun mé a fheiceáil nuair nach bhfuil Corbin thart mar sin is féidir linn roinnt spraoi a bheith againn~” you blushed as you fell straight asleep as the demon held you in his arms.

Info: “oíche mhaith mo ghrá teacht chun mé a fheiceáil nuair nach bhfuil Corbin thart mar sin is féidir linn roinnt spraoi a bheith againn~” means “good night my love come see me when Corbin is not around so then we can have some fun~” in Irish.

|nit super proud of this fic lmao but I don’t really care rn lol-|

[nagdabbit]

I, personally, need to know what is contained within each of those wips please

if you insist

heck - remember that one time when mox was in that one wwe movie? and his character's name was john shaw? and remember how roman reigns was in hobbs and shaw? now what if hobbs opened a coffee shop with his brothers and deck and john were like cousins or some shit? that. that is what this is.

somebody stop me - that bcc bdsm au i didn't intend to happen but then it did

there was no need for this to exist - this is a stranger things harringrove fic where they break up, but then their cat throws a whole fit about having to live with only one of them and then they fall back in love because they have to have shared custody. the cat's name is corduroy. that's a good cat name.

PUNK - another stranger things au harringrove fic, but what if steve dipped after season one and ran away to chicago and started a punk band and then billy was the one who adopted all the kids. do i constantly forget and then open it thinking i started something about cm punk? every single time

KID - a coffee shop au. it's shield. also baron corbin is there, for some reason. i literally have no excuse for this one. no, i will not explain further. it has two unfinished sequels titled KID TWO and KID THREEQUEL

bookshop aus are nice this time of year - mox likes to read. what if he didn't become a wrestler and inherited a used bookshop from an old man and it was a hallmark movie? it's kind of a coffee shop au now, because that's just what happens when you leave me unattended with a word doc open

[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.

[itsreigns]

Never Too Late

Baron Corbin x reader

(Y/N) and Baron go to a Make A Wish event. There they meet a very wise and sweet little girl.

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You love to participate in the Make a Wish events, it always makes you emotional, but also so honored to have the opportunity to fulfill those kids wishes. You have absolutely no words that can explain what it feels like to meet all those brave kids, standing there with a smile on their faces and so full of love despite all the pain life has thrown at them.

Today, you had one of those events to attend. You're really excited about it, but feeling a bit anxious, because you're going with Baron Corbin, who is nothing more than the guy you have the biggest crush you've ever had in your life. You think you might even love him, but you don't even dare to think about it that way... it'll lead only for heartbreak.

He doesn't even take a second glance at you, he just passes by you and says "hi", with a small smile and that's it.

Yes, he's a very shy and quiet guy, but that's just not it, you're also sure you're not his type. That's why he doesn't pay attention to you. If you caught his attention, he'd make an effort to talk to you... But nope. He seemed to be more into tattooed, dolled-up, badass girls, and you're this timid girl, who just doesn't draw attention in any sense. Sure, you shared the same musical taste, and even on movies, but it's not like that mattered... And he wouldn't just guess that out of nowhere.

Anyway, there is no point in even wasting your time overthinking and overanalyzing things with him, nor trying to change who you are or how you dress to make him notice you, because it's just impossible.

You shrugged off those thoughts and just decided to wear a pair of black skinny jeans, slightly ripped in the knees, combined with that AC/DC shirt you own for ages now, your black leather jacket and your new black Nike sneakers. You applied some light make up, just some mascara and eyeliner along with a matte lipstick. Your hair is all natural, with its brown smooth waves cascading down your shoulders.

Stephanie texted you saying Baron would be waiting for you at the hotel's parking lot, so that's where you're headed right now. You can't help but feel anxious, with your heart thudding rapidly in your chest.

You finally get him on your sight, walking towards him.

"So, are you ready?" He says as soon as you reach him, smiling a bit.

"Yup." You reply, returning the smile, but knowing it was forced.

The drive was short, just as the talking. You got there and the kids were already ecstatic waiting for the both of you, warming your heart.

You're already halfway through the kids, and you feel your heart nearly exploding with so much love and cuteness.

Until this sweet little girl, about 5 years old, comes to you and touches an unexpected subject.

"Can I ask you something?" Ava, the little girl, asks you, looking up really shyly.

"Sure, sweetie, go ahead." You say, lowering yourself to her height, putting one knee on the ground.

"Is he... is he mean?" She asks, looking a bit intimidated.

"Oh sweetie!" You chuckle lightly. "He's not, he's a really nice guy, but that's a secret." You smile widely at her, as you put your index finger over your lips, signalizing silence, and Ava took the hint, as she mirrored you right after.

"You and him look... so cute together." She hushes, after a couple of seconds, glancing slightly at Baron, making sure he didn't hear her. "You look like his princess and he's your strong knight." She hugs her own body as she smiles widely. You know you're blushing as hell, but you can't help but smile at Ava's innocence.

"Thank you, Ava, you're so sweet." You tickle her belly slightly. "But I'm not his princess."

"Ohhh..." Ava's face falls in sadness. "Don't you want to be his princess?"

"Let me tell you a secret, c'mere." You pull her closer to you and whisper in her ear. "I wish I was."

And she's smiling widely once you pull back. "Then he'll be your knight." She whispers, once again glancing down at Baron, who is currently talking to a boy.

"I hope you're right." You smile at her. "It was so nice to meet you, sweetheart. I hope we'll meet again someday." You say goodbye to Ava, hugging her tight.

After a couple of minutes, you notice Baron talking to Ava, and she didn't look so intimated as before. For the contrary, she looked really happy and really into whatever they were talking about.

"Hey (y/n), come here for a sec!" Baron motions you to join him and Ava, and you comply. "So, this beautiful little girl here..." He smiles, and Ava pretty much melts in the spot.

"He's such a cute knight." She whispers to you, hiding her face with her hands. You feel your face burning as you know Baron heard what she said.

"Well, she was telling me you should be my princess." He smiles widely and you take it that he was playing this role to keep the girl happy, so you played along.

"Oh, is that so? Well, maybe I should. What do you think, Ava?" You smile, positioning yourself next Baron.

"Yes, you look adorable." She jumps in her spot, in happiness.

"So, it's done then, she's my princess." He chuckles, as he leans in for a hug with Ava.

You say goodbye to her once more, leaving her with Baron. You didn't think much of what just happened. He clearly didn't mean any of it, and just thought the kid had a fertile imagination.

Soon, the event was over and you're overwhelmed with emotions, but you don't even care, they were all good. These kids made your day, they give you strength and totally are the reason you keep doing what you do.

Baron drove you back to the hotel again, no talking during the drive once more.

"See you later." You wave him off, as you get off the car.

"Hey (Y/N), wait." He calls after you, closing the car's door and locking it. Then running to where you were standing.

"Yeah?" You ask, indirectly asking him to say what he needed.

"I talked to Ava, y'know..." He avoids your gaze, and you can swear he blushed a bit.

"Yeah, I know. You called me there, remember?" You reply, trying to fight back the anxious that rapidly settled in your chest recalling that moment. "She's such a sweet little girl."

"She is... And apparently, she loves princesses." He states, now looking at you as if trying to read you.

"Oh that was clear." You let out a laugh, as you continue walking, a clear excuse to avoid his gaze.

"She told me that you said I was a really nice guy..." He says, his face rather emotionless.

"Well, you are. She was a little bit intimidated by you so, yeah..." You stumble over your own words.

"Oh... And she also... kind of told me... you wanted to be my princess...." He adds, more in an asking tone than an affirmation, as if testing waters. You stop in your tracks, not being able to even react or say something.

"Oh? Oh, you know how kids are." You say when you finally find your voice, letting out a nervous chuckle and getting ready to start walking again.

"Really? Because I... I really wouldn't mind that. I meant what I said back there." He whispers, taking ahold of your arm.

"Wh- What?" You mumble, looking up at him.

"Yeah, what you heard." He assures you, but your reaction made him step away from you. "But maybe I got this all wrong, I'm sorry. I- I'll leave you to it."

"No, wait!" Now it's your turn to grab his arm. "I- Well, you didn't get it wrong. I... I like you. I do for a long time. But I know where you stand towards me, I know I'm not your type or anything, so it's fine, really." You say, clearly indicating to him you knew he didn't like you that way at all.

"Oh, and what is my type exactly? And you know where I stand?" He asks, a sarcastic smile plastered on his face, as you nod affirmatively. "Clearly you don't, princess."

"What do you mean?" You mutter, your heart beating the faster it has ever beaten.

"I mean that I wouldn't mind being your strong knight. I wouldn't mind having you as my princess. I have wanted you for so... so long." He finally admits. "Fuck, how I wish I'd asked you out sooner."

"Yeah, I wish you had as well."

You can't stop the smile that is crossing your face right now, as Baron mirrors you.

"Is it too late?" He asks, a hopeful look on his face.

"For what?" You ask, biting your lower lip.

"For the knight to take his princess out on a date." He replies, smiling down at you, even wider when he notices you blushing and biting your lip once again.

"It's never too late."

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Mile High Club (Baron Corbin x Fem. Reader x MJF) (🔞+)

Summary: Max and Corbs like to share everything; including their girlfriend.

Tags/TW(s): 18+, threesome, sex in a private jet, name-calling, biting, fingering, daddy kink, consensual, exhibitionism, polyam relationship, light humiliation, Dom/sub Play.)

Word Count: 794

Today was a good day.

My boyfriends, Max and Baron, and I were taking a couple of days off from our respective jobs and now we were off to some island for some much-needed rest.

But first…

I smirked to myself as I washed my hands thoroughly, wondering which one of my men would come to seek me out in the bathroom of our private jet.

The bathroom was pretty fuckin’ spacious.

Whenever we traveled, we made sure to travel comfortably and I was grateful for it, especially if we wanted to get reacquainted after so long of not seeing each other.

My smirk grew wider, and the door slowly creaked open and two firm hands gripped my hands.

Fingers immediately reached underneath my beachy sundress and slipped underneath it to stroke my dampening pussy without giving me a breather.

And I immediately knew it was Max.

He had about as much patience as I did.

I moaned loudly, my body immediately responding to Max’s touch, and I gripped his arm, urging him to go lower.

I let out what sounded like a mewl to my ears when he gave me what I wanted and his fingers filled me up, stroking that sweet spot that had my back arching, taut like a harp’s strings.

“Fuck, don’t stop, Max…” I moaned, letting my eyes flutter shut as he lightly grabbed my throat, pulling my head back until it rested against his chest as his fingers continued to work me.

By now the staff on the plane knew what we were up to but we didn’t give a shit.

“Don’t stop? Oh, but Daddy’s got something so much better for you, sweetface…” Max whispered in my ear and my head became fuzzy at the devilish I could almost hear.

The second he slid into me from behind felt like out of body experience.

Something that someone else entirely was experiencing yet I still felt every single sensation.

Every stroke of Max’s cock.

The way that his fingers flexed over the fleshiest parts of my hips.

The gruff sounds he made through his clenched teeth.

The sharp bite of his teeth on my shoulder before he hissed as my muscles clenched around him, milking him dry until we were both dizzy with the aftershocks of our orgasms.

I took the time to use the bathroom and get myself back together just so Baron could break me again and I listened to them crassly speaking about what just happened between me and Max.

A sick thrill coursed through my body at their words.

They spoke as if I couldn’t hear them from inside the bathroom.

Gone were panties by now and the insides of my thighs grew sticky with my arousal once again in anticipation of being taken again, this time by Baron.

I didn’t have to wait too long before Baron let himself into the bathroom and through the mirror in front of me, I could see an amused smirk lighting up his face as he took in my slightly disheveled appearance and the lewd sight of my sundress pulled up to expose the bottom half of my body, ready for the taking.

“Look at you, you little whore.” Baron chuckled. “You’re always ready for your Daddies to use you, uh?” He said as his hands trailed over the back of my bare thighs and his fingers trailed dangerously close to my pussy lips but not quite stroking there.

My hips tilted to the side, urging his hand to do what I wanted.

What I needed.

And for a few seconds he entertained me, and he stroked my pussy, watching me release a trembling breath.

He brought me closer and closer to the edge before he pinched my clit, bringing me right back down and making squeal.

Baron enjoyed toying with me, even as desperate as he was to be inside of me, and I couldn’t tell if I loved it or if I hated it.

“Yes,” I moaned at the sting on my clit as I gripped the bathroom’s spacious countertop.

Before I could beg him to do something- anything- Baron got down on his knees and the jarring sensation of his mouth feasting on my pussy made my knees buckle.

All I could do was lay there against the counter, my cheek pressed into the mirror as Baron held my body by the waist, his mouth and tongue relentless with their sweet torture.

Before I could find my release, it was Baron’s turn to sink into me.

We both sighed in relief when he buried himself balls deep and pretty soon the sounds of our moans and the slapping sounds of the sweaty skin of my thighs ricocheting off his hips echoed off the walls…

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Fire and Fury (teaser)

Okay, here is the teaser for my King Corbin fic. Please know that this is just a rough draft, this might get changed a bit when I post the chapter up, just wanted to give you a teaser of the new story in the works. Hope you guys like it.

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TRIGGER WARNING: slight language

She was about to head into the castle when something hit her in the side of the head almost taking her off her feet. She spun around already knowing who the culprit was. "BARON CORBIN! I'm going to throttle you!" She yelled and took off in the direction of the laughter. She saw him standing there laughing and her eyes narrowed into slits. As she got closer she saw that he was with his buddies Corey Graves and Drew McIntyre.

"What's the matter little princess, did I mess up your bonnet?" He sneered and her glare intensified. Baron Corbin, the bane of her existence. She couldn't remember a time when they weren't at each other's throats. When she reached him she had to tilt her head back so she could look into his eyes, his six foot eight frame towering over her five foot five one. "What are you doing here anyways, I thought you would be married by now, can't find a prince willing to deal with your ass." He replied smirking as Tessa stood there wishing to wipe that smirk off his face.

"Well I'd ask you the same thing but I don't think there's a girl out there desperate enough to marry you." She retorted back making Corey and Drew to break out in more laughter. Baron turned giving them a sharp look and they shut their mouths quickly before turning back to Tessa.

"There are plenty of girls willing to share my bed princess, can't say the same for you." He growled and Tessa went to say something else until her mother cut into their bickering.

"Tessa Fairchild get over here this instant!" She bellowed causing Tessa to groan and Baron to snicker.

"Yea, run along little princess, go do what your mommy and daddy tell you to." He smirked. Tessa went to turn before she reared her foot back kicking Baron in the crotch and dashing off as Baron groaned falling to his knees.

When she reached her mother she reached out grabbing Tessa's arm and pulled her towards the castle door. "What did I tell you young lady, get into that castle." She remarked and Tessa taking one last took at Baron in agony and walked into the castle with her parents.

They were brought to the room they always stayed in and her mother told her to get changed into one of her fancier dresses. Tessa raised an eyebrow, she usually only wore these for special occasions. "What's going on mom?" She asked but her mother shushed her and told her to get changed. She wanted to argue but the look on her mother's face kept her mouth shut and started getting changed. Her mother fixed the corset of the dress and when she was done her mother fixed up her hair into a bun.

There was a knock on the door and then her father entered the room smiling brightly over at his only child. He walked over pulling her into a hug brushing some stray hairs behind her ear. "You look beautiful angel, Bar..." Her father started to say but a look from his wife had him shutting up. Tessa wanted him to finish his train of thought but her mother had put a stop to that. 

As the day went on Tessa couldn't help but notice the amount of royals that were showing up to the palace and a growing sense of dread started in the pit of her stomach. She felt like her world was about to change in a big way. When it came time Tessa followed behind her parents as they left their room and went down the grand staircase and into the throne room. Tessa was shocked at the amount of people that were there and felt the dread grow just a little bit more. King Tiberius Corbin was sitting on his throne with his wife to his right and Baron on his left. 

Tessa couldn't help the smirk she had when Baron threw a glare in her direction and went to stand along with her parents. Tiberius stood and looked out at the crowd that had gathered. "Good Evening, I know that a lot of you have traveled very far to get her and for that I am grateful. As you all know my health is not the greatest and it is time for me to step down and give the reins of the kingdom over to my only son Baron, Baron please step forward." Tessa wanted to groan, Baron as King she couldn't think of a worse situation, she had no idea another bombshell would be dropped momentarily.

Tess watched as Baron stood up a little gingerly and walked over to stand next to his father. Tessa blocked out much that was being said afterwards until she was jarred back to the present when she heard her name. "Tessa Fairchild would you please join me as well." Tessa felt her mother nudge her in the ribs and she jumped realizing she was being spoken to. She felt a blush creeping up her cheeks as she ascended the stairs to stand beside the King wondering what this was about.

"I didn't just bring you all here to announce my son's coronation but also his engagement as well." Tessa's eyes growing wide at his next words. "The Faichild's and I are happy to announce the engagement of Lady Tessa Fairchild and Prince Baron Corbin." 

Tessa couldn't help what came out of her mouth and it seems neither could Baron. "WHAT!" They both screamed at the same time.

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"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

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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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FFT: everything you can do i can do better ; baron corbin

Notes:

This was sent to my main’s asks by @kittysilver86​ I believe? And it got lost in the shuffle of all the other stuff I posted. So when I found it again, I just had to transfer it to here. Who knows.. Maybe one day I’ll decide to write a Baron fanfic.

Summary:

Veronica decides to take steps to land herself exactly what she wants. And it works. And fluff ensues.. If you squint. Hints of dominant!possessive Baron and a bratty OFC.

Pairing:

Baron Corbin x OFC, Veronica

Warning:

uhh... characters behaving brattily? bc yeahhh..

Flirting with Baron at every turn wasn’t working. Nor was anything else Veronica tried. She was starting to feel like maybe it was time to move on, to set her sights elsewhere.

Other guys were constantly flirting with her. Maybe she could give them a chance.

Brown eyes darted around the hallway as a delicate hand smoothed through flame colored locks and Veronica tapped her foot, glancing at her cell phone.

Typical Baron, she thought to herself, he’s late because he doesn’t wanna walk down to the ring with me.

A throat cleared from behind her and upon turning around, Veronica found Chad Gable towering over her, giving an amused glance as he rubbed his chin. Veronica knit her brows and eyed him, non amused. “What?”

“Just thinking.”

“You mean you can do that?” Veronica blurted it out and quickly followed with an apology, “Sorry, I’m just in a mood… I didn’t mean it. Anyway, continue?”

“Well, if you were my valet, I wouldn’t just leave you to fend for yourself back here. And I definitely wouldn’t treat you like shit or ignore you like Baron tends to.”

“But I’m not your valet…” Veronica started, finding herself growing quickly annoyed with the current topic. But then, her earlier argument with Baron came rushing back to her and so did the fact that she was sick of her attempts going ignored.

… especially when he’s actually just a little flirtier towards you when you’re not around a whole lot of cameras or people… don’t you wanna know which is real Baron and which is the mask?...

It seemed like a good idea.

And Chad was a sweet guy, so at the very least, maybe she could make a friend. She enjoyed making friends.

Veronica seemed to be mulling over what he said and Chad felt a little more confident to step closer. When he did, so did she. He swallowed hard as the scent of vanilla filled his nose.

“Okay, I’m listening, Chad. Shoot your shot.”

Chad chuckled and lowered his hand, resting it at her hip. Veronica swallowed hard and even though she wasn’t that into it, she moved a little closer, raising her hand to rest it against his chest palm down. Staring up at him, she reminded him, “I’m waiting. I do have to be down at the ring in like… two minutes.”

Chad had this feeling that everything he said earlier in the conversation was only being considered. However, he also got the distinct feeling that any interest she may have in him was strictly in passing.

But to do what he wanted, now that he knew flirting with Baron’s valet tended to bring out the inner possessive nature of the man, it didn’t matter to him that much. He just wanted to attempt taking something from Baron like Baron stole the King of The Ring win from him.

Or at the very least, get under Baron’s skin.. And armed with the way Baron apparently felt about Veronica but went above and beyond to hide, Chad decided to keep going.

“Look, all I’m saying is if you want to have a good time, with a guy who won’t play games and do shit like earlier, all you have to do is say you’ll go on one date with me. Let me prove myself… Think about it, Veronica.”

Veronica’s mouth opened and closed and she bit her lip, staring up at him. She’d been about to just say no because she didn’t like the idea of playing games as much as she previously thought she would, not with a guy who seemed as decent as Chad, but then she saw Baron nearby, lurking, watching the two of them and getting squirmier and squirmier by the second, almost as if he were worried about something.

Baron cleared his throat from nearby, giving Chad a pointed glare that had Chad smirking back in response when he noticed it.

Veronica tensed a little more. Baron looked… Hurt? Upset?

She gave up trying to decipher his many moods honestly, but the look in his eyes wasn’t one she’d ever seen before. She braced herself because more than likely, it was yet another level of angry or annoyance at being saddled with her.

“Just think about it, Veronica. If you want to be treated right, you know where to find me.” Chad called out as Baron made his way towards Veronica in a hurry to collect her so he could go down to the ring.

Baron took a deep breath and worked on composing himself. He offered his arm and Veronica took it, albeit reluctantly. Baron found himself staring down at her, with a churning in his gut.

Had Chad said something to get to her?

He tried his best to shove out the thought. They walked down the ramp wordlessly and as Veronica sat on the ring rope, holding them open for him, their eyes met. That same doey look she usually had wasn’t there tonight. The one I thought annoyed me, he reminded himself, wishing he could kick himself. I’m the one who told her to knock it off, I’m the one who spends all my energy and time shovin her away when that’s the last thing I really want.

“You good, Ronnie?” he found himself asking the question in a whisper as they stood body to body on the other side of the ring ropes. Veronica gave a nod and then she did something that kind of really concerned him. “It’s Veronica.”

“But you said your friends call you Ronnie..”

“Yeah, well. In light of what you shouted at me earlier at the hotel, maybe I decided you were right, big guy. Now get your head in the match.” Veronica tugged at the rope holding his cape together and when he held it out to her, she took it, stepping out of the ring.

She sat down on the opposite side of Renee who nudged her.

“Is everything okay?”

“Everything is perfectly fine.”

It was a standard and non personal answer. Let Baron seeth in it, Veronica found herself thinking. It’d teach him to treat her one way in private and a whole other way under the spotlight.

The theme for Chad Gable hit and Veronica studied him intently as he walked down to the ring, chair in hand, mic in his other hand and a look of disdain on his face. He stepped into the ring, stepped up to Baron who towered over him and looking around the man, he locked eyes with Veronica, winking.

Baron’s fist tightened. He happened to catch out of the corner of his eye that she was kind of… Intently watching what happened in the ring. More or less, her gaze was fixed intently on Chad, and she was looking at him in a similar way to the way she used to look at Baron.

Baron was not getting a good feeling about it, not at all. He glared down at the other man and smirked, giving that first shove. “You wanna die, huh? What’d I tell you about her? Off limits. Mine.”

Chad shoved back while snickering and shaking his head. “Maybe she’s finally realizing what an asshole you really are man, I mean… what can I say? Did you really think she was going to just sit and wait on you to finally see the light?” Chad went for Baron’s gut with the chair and Baron pushed back with it, both men hitting the floor after the fact.

They struggled to their feet, hitting and punching and exchanging words and at ringside, Veronica sat back, watching intently as she thought about both what Chad said and what she hoped her whole little flirtation with Chad in the hallway would accomplish where Baron was concerned.

And deep down, she wondered which side of Baron was the real one, which she’d be getting. She kept going back to that unknown look in his eyes before the match started, when she got formal with him instead of just letting him call her by her nickname.

… Baron doesn’t get attached. Or hurt. He said so himself on many occasions. You’re just so damned desperate for him to feel the same as you and finally show it that you’re reading too much into little things, stop it…

… There was that night at the bar, when we danced all night and we talked until morning… he can’t be all jerk…

The match finally ended just as security had to come down and break the two men up and Veronica was heading back up the ramp when Baron stopped her, grabbing hold of her wrist, giving her the same look he’d given earlier.

“Chad’s usin you. He admitted as much.”

“Yeah? At least he pays me attention and he’s not so up and down with the mood swings it feels like I’m riding a rollercoaster.”

Her words seemed to spark something.

Baron inhaled and exhaled. It was obvious he was trying to keep from coming on too strong, seeming desperate when he actually was. He eyed her and she slipped her hand out of his grasp.

“What’s wrong, Baron? I’m only doing what you told the whole of the roster you wished I would do.”

“I didn’t fucking mean it.” Baron snapped, stepping a little closer. Veronica eyed him warily. She nodded to the curtain.

“In the back, jackass. We can talk about this in the back. The last thing I want is MacMahon getting wind of this and putting me in some shit gimmick like he’s got Maria and Mike in.”

Baron eyed her and swallowed hard, following her through the curtain, continuing to plead his case and point out the obvious the entire time. Veronica turned and eyed him, a hand on her hip.

“I see how it is. This is because he likes me. This is because maybe, Baron… Maybe I’m a little into him. I mean I saw how mad you got earlier when we were talking and you walked in on it.. And earlier this week, when I chose to sit next to him on the flight. Are you jealous?” she stepped a little closer, an amused look playing at her face, making her eyes light up.

“So what if I am, huh? I thought that night we were talkin meant somethin.. I told you shit I haven’t ever told anyone. I thought we connected.”

“Yeah well so did I. Then you went right back to being a supreme ass wipe on live tv and around the arena. Look.. Either you want me or you don’t. But stop trying to have it both ways because I have options.”

She turned and walked away, catching up with Chad and leaving him to stand there, rubbing his chin. He knew Chad asked her on a date and he knew she’d told him she’d think about it.

Apparently, she was about to give him an answer and the thought had Baron shoving through the crowd, catching up to the little ginger vixen and tapping her shoulder, waiting until she turned around.

Once she’d turned around, Baron pulled her against him, cupping her jaw to guide her mouth to his, bending himself slightly to meet halfway. “Just don’t say yes to Gable.” he mumbled into the kiss.

“And why not? I mean you’ve made it perfectly clear how you…” Veronica’s words were cut off by the harsh and passionate biting contact from Baron’s mouth, his teeth latching onto her lower lip. She squeezed his bicep in an attempt to reach his mouth better, even though she felt like everything in her was telling her to break the kiss and just accept a date with Chad and leave him to wonder all night.

“I haven’t made a fuckin thing clear, okay?” Baron’s words were swallowed in their lips, lost in the kiss. His grip tightened on her ass and she gave a quiet purr of content, her fingers digging into his muscles a little bit more. “So is this your way of making it clear or…?”

“I’m kissin you, like this, on camera. What do you think, huh?” Baron muttered as he rubbed her against him, his hand grabbing at a handful of her ass through the velvety material of her second skin fitting black dress.

“Finally. I knew you liked me.” Veronica sighed out the words as the kiss broke, laughing as she smoothed down her dress and tried to fix herself. Baron chuckled and muttered calmly, “Cute. So this was your bratty way of what? Makin me admit it?”

“Maybe so.” Veronica shrugged as Baron chuckled and then cleared his throat. “Shouldn’t you tell Gable you’re not goin on that date with him? Or should I? On second thought, allow me.”

[kayah16]

Baron taking Care of You While Sick

He's scared of you when you sick. You mean and you snap at him more.

He try to sing to you but the glare you give him shuts him up.

He can't cook so he orders chicken soup from different restaurants.

He thinks a milkshake help you feel better so he makes you one.

You throw it up and he doesn't like cleaning up vomit. But he cleans it up.

After numerous tries he gives up and calls your parents cause he can't deal with you yelling at him.

He also buys you bags of candy. That he thinks y'all are going to share.

Tries to make you laugh but he's not funny and you just stare at him.

Decides to sleep on the couch until you are 100% better

Sucks. Sorry. Something cute lol

[inagetawaycarxo]

CHRISTMAS PROMPT: Trying to get your boyfriend in the Christmas mood // Baron Corbin

Requested By Anon

Pairings:  Baron Corbin x Reader

Prompt/Request: Could you do a Christmas prompt trying to get your boyfriend/girlfriend in the Christmas mood with Baron Corbin?

Summary: you try to get Baron to decorate the Christmas tree but he is having none of it.

WARNINGS: Fluff, baron not being in the Christmas spirit.

Word Count: 393

Baron grimaced as you turned on the radio. A  Christmas tune blasting through the speakers, cringing as you sang along to it. Baron quickly turned the volume down, letting out a content sigh.

“Why’d you turn it down? I was listening to that song.” You whined, pouting at him, then looking back at the road. Baron mocked your pout, then rolled his eyes.

“Christmas sucks and so do Christmas songs.” Baron grumbled.

“Aw, don’t say that I’m sure I will change your mind once we get home, we can decorate the tree and house with these Christmas decorations we got.” You spoke, making Baron Grimace again. He looked at the back seat, rolling his eyes at all the Christmas decorations you got. To say you went overboard was an understatement, you nearly brought the whole store home with you’s.

“Doubt it, Christmas is just a huge money waster, not to mention it is the most stupid holiday ever.” Baron grumbled, making you roll your eyes.

“After we finish decorating the tree and house we can watch Christmas movies.” You spoke, trying to change his mind.

“I’m not decorating and I’m defiantly not going to watch boring Christmas movies either.” Baron grunted.

“Not even for hot chocolate.” You responded to him.

“Nope.” Baron replied.

A few minutes later, you’s finally reached your shared house. Baron let out a sigh of relief when you parked in the garage that was connected to the house.

He got out of the car as soon as you turned it off, making a beeline to the door that was in the garage that connected with the house. He quickly unlocked it, opening it up.

Just as he walked through the threshold you spoke to him.

“Aren’t you going to help me take this stuff out of the car?” you asked, Baron, turned around to face you, looking annoyed.

“You’re the one that brought that crap, you can take it out. I’ll be in my man cave don’t bother me.” Baron grumbled, turning around before he left completely he put the door stopped on, then walked off.

“Can you at least help me put the Christmas lights up outside?” you yelled, but he didn’t reply, maybe he didn’t hear you or maybe he did, but he choose not to respond.

“At least he left the door open.” You muttered to yourself….

[glowrioustrash]

Wellness Violation

Summary: The result of your wellness test doesn’t go as you planned. What will Baron think when he finds out?

Pairing: Baron Corbin x Reader

Word Count: 2400+

Warnings: I’m boring lately... no warnings.

Author’s Note: Idk... it’s cute? I had a silly idea and it grew into this.

Tagging:@castielscamander / @therealfivefeetoffuckingfury / @kakakatey / @thirstiswet / @calwitch / @dirrrtydeeds (who never asked to be tagged, but it’s Baron so I’m tagging her)

You looked up from tying your boots as your name was called through the women’s locker room, the man’s voice echoing loudly from the door - he dare not enter - and cutting through the high-pitched tones of the women.

“Yeah?” You called back curiously.

“Wellness test. Trainer’s in five.” The order came.

You rolled your eyes and shouted back your acknowledgement.

You finished lacing your boots and threw a hoodie on over your gear. You’d stolen the hoodie from Baron months ago, but it still smelled like him. You couldn't help but take a deep breath as you zipped it up, inhaling the smell of his aftershave. It fell down to the tops of your knees and you were pretty much swimming in it. It made you feel tiny and fragile but protected by your big, bad boyfriend - it was a nice feeling to have every once in a while, working in an industry where you make your money by fighting other women.

You were following the signs backstage that would lead you to the trainer’s office when you heard Baron’s laugh bounce down the concrete walls. You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading on your face when you heard it. You turned the corner and weren’t surprised to see he was sitting with Corey, the two of them laughing as Baron gave him a playful shove.

“Hey, watch it. They need him for TV tonight.” You teased as you approached the boys. Baron wrapped an arm around your waist as soon as you were at his side, pulling you close.

“Yeah, Corbin. Listen to your girl, we both know she’s the brains of the relationship.”  Corey teased.

“Damn straight she is.” Baron smiled down at you. Even with him sitting on the road case and you standing, he was still the taller one.

“Although she’s choosing to be with you, so really…” Corey trailed off as you scoffed, smacking him in the chest with the back of your hand. “Hey, they need me for TV, remember?”

“I’ll make a call, get Booker to replace you.” You smirked, making Baron laugh loudly.

“That’s cold.” Corey laughed.

“Where you headin’, babe?” Baron asked you, adjusting how he was sitting so he could pull you between his legs.

“Trainer’s. Wellness test.” You replied with a shrug.

“Oh shit. Guess I shouldn’t have put all that meth in your smoothie this morning.” Baron sighed.

“Funny.” You deadpanned, ignoring Corey’s chuckling.

“I’ll miss you during your suspension,” Baron lamented dramatically, burying his face into your neck. “Have to find someone else to curl up with at night.”

“Like you could find someone to put up with you.” You shot back playfully.

“Damn, your girl is savage.” Corey piped up.

“Mmm, just the way I like her.” Baron hummed before nipping at your neck, making you squeal and try to jump away. He held tight, not letting you go.

“Baron, I gotta go.” You reminded, petting the back of his head. “I’ll come back as soon as I’m done, okay?”

“Fine.” He huffed, dropping his arms from around you.

“See you in a bit.” You promised with a quick kiss.

“Knock ‘em dead.” He told you, smacking your ass as you started to turn. You stalled in your movements, shooting him a look before you continued on your way.

“Later, Corey.” You gave the other man a wave as you left.

“Where’s my kiss?” Corey called after you. You didn’t have to look back to know what was happening next, hearing the two start to play wrestle as Baron warned him to stay away from you.

You made it to the trainer’s office, seeing Dash Wilder sitting on a chair outside, waiting.

“Hey Dash.” You greeted as you sat next time him. “Wellness test?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, looking bored. “Not like I have anything better to do, right?”

You huffed a laugh, grinning at him as the silence fell over the two of you again. You looked up and down the hall, making sure no one would overhear before leaning in closer to him.

“Think they make Lesnar do this?” You scoffed quietly.

Dash didn’t respond, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. You chuckled, feeling the same way.

“Alright Dash, you’re up.” The doctor called as he opened the door.

“See you ‘round.” Dash told you as he entered the room, door closing behind him.

You took your phone out of your pocket, wasting time on Candy Crush while you waited for your turn. Luckily, it didn’t take too long before you were being called into the office. You went through the motions quickly, used to the test by now, and the doctor told you the results would be in shortly.

You were sitting in catering with Baron about 45 minutes later when word made it back to you that they needed to see you in the trainer’s office again.

“Again?” Baron asked with a frown, wiping his face with a napkin.

“Maybe they need to draw blood again? Something went wrong?” You wondered out loud. “I’ll be right back.”

Baron mumbled an “alright” around his mouthful of food, making you roll your eyes fondly at him.

You knocked on the doorframe to the trainer’s room and stuck your head through the door.

“Oh good, you’re here.” The doctor waved you in.

“Yeah, is everything okay?” You asked, entering the room.

“Um… yes. Everything is good.” He answered hesitantly. “You… may want to sit down.”

“Okay, you’re kinda worrying me.” You drawled, sinking into the chair.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you compete tonight.” He finally let you know. Your blood ran cold as your body went numb. “There were some unexpected readings in the test results, so we ran a few extra tests…”

“E-excuse me?” You stuttered.

“The test-”

“There must be some mistake.” You rushed to cut him off, starting to panic. “Doc, I don’t take anything! I never have! I take advil and midol, that’s it. I’m not on anything!”

“I know, it’s okay.” The doctor tried to calm you down.

“Then what is it?”

“The test showed signs of HCG.” He explained. “Also known as the pregnancy hormone.”

The room span for a moment, and if you thought your blood had run cold before, it was nothing compared to the shock dousing your system now.

“Pregnancy hormone…” You parrotted in a daze, making sure you heard properly.

“Yes. By the levels, I would guess about a month along, maybe a month and a half.” He explained.

You sat silent, in a complete daze as you absorbed the information. You were pregnant. With a baby. With a human baby. With your baby. With yours and Baron’s baby. Baron.

“G-get Baron. Please.” You mumbled your request. The doctor nodded and stuck his head out of the room. You heard him ask someone to find Baron before he came back, crouching in front of you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, resting a hand on your knee.

“Pregnant…” You muttered.

“Yes.” He nodded, watching you closely with concerned eyes. “I’m guessing this is not exactly planned.”

You shook your head. You wanted kids of course, but thought maybe in 5 years, 10 years. After you were married at the very least. Not now.

“Is there anything I can get you? Water? Do you need to lie down?”

You shook your head in response. The doctor stopped trying to talk to you, you were clearly not in the right mind frame to absorb any information. Your thoughts were swimming.

“What’s going on? What’s wrong?” Baron’s voice cut through the fog as he ran into the room. You reached for him and he dropped to his knees beside you, hugging you closely. When you didn’t answer him, he turned to the doctor. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“The blood work from the wellness test…” The doctor trailed off, realizing through Baron’s stern glare that he was less interested in the details. “It appears the two of you are expecting.”

“Expecting?” Baron snapped. “Expecting what?”

“A baby…” You whispered.

“A ba-” He started to question before the shock started to hit him. “Did you just say…”

You nodded in response, pulling back far enough to look at his face. As scared as you were, you needed to know how he was feeling. With the news being so fresh, there was nothing but absolute shock on his face.

“I’ll leave the two of you for a minute.” The doctor, who you had honestly forgotten was there, bowed out of the room, closing the door to give the two of you privacy.

“You’re pregnant?” Baron asked, his voice so quiet. Baron wasn’t a quiet guy, his booming voice usually dominating whatever room he was in. It felt wrong to have him sound so small.

“I guess so.” You breathed.

“But we always…” Baron trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Nothing is 100%.” You shrugged. The silence sat heavy in the room while the two of you tried to figure it all out.

“What do we do?” You finally broke the silence.

“Well… what do you want to do?” Baron asked.

“Me?”

“It’s easy for me to make a decision. It’s not my body or career on the line.” He pointed out.

“Are you saying…”

“I’m with you, whatever you decide.” He promised, a burning passion replacing the glazed look of shock in his eyes. “I fucking love you, and I’ve been pretty sure for a while that you’re it for me. I want to have a family with you but if you’re not ready, it can wait.”

“Baron…” You breathed, feeling the tears pooling in your eyes.

“We don’t even have to decide now. We have time, right? That’s how these things work? Let’s think about, okay?” He continued, running his hand through your hair. “It’s heavy… holy fuck, it’s a lot…” His eyes wandered away from you, the wheels in his head clearly turning as he thought about all the responsibilities that came with having a child.

You brought his attention back to you by cupping his cheek. “I love you. I love you so damn much right now.” You gushed, feeling the tears spill over. He pulled you into a deep, soothing kiss.

“We’ll figure it out.” He mumbled against your lips.

“We’ll figure it out.” You agreed.

“Daddy!” The little boy shrieked in happiness as Baron appeared through the curtain. The angry scowl he’d had on his face for the cameras melting in an instant.

“There’s my little man!” He crouched down, holding his arms out. You let go of Ryan’s hand so he could scurry into Baron’s arms. Baron scooped him up easily, holding him on his hip as he walked towards you.

Since Ryan’s birth you had made various random appearances, both in ring and backstage. You’d been a surprise entrant to two Women’s Royal Rumbles as well as appeared in promos as a part of a few of Baron’s storylines. THe WWE Universe knew the two of you were together, although they were beginning to compare you to John and Nikki: together for years with no wedding in sight.

Baron had proposed when you were 6 months pregnant, but you denied it. At first he’d been devastated, but you felt like he was proposing because you were pregnant. He understood and warned you he’d ask again. He did, the night of Ryan’s second birthday party. You were so exhausted -  the normal day-to-day of a mother, plus Baron being back on the road, and adding on the party planning - you outright refused and called him selfish for asking. You felt bad after you’d gotten some sleep, but still didn’t feel like it was the right time.

“What’d you think, babe?” He asked you, pressing a kiss to your lips before you had a chance to answer.

“Yuck.” Ryan stuck his tongue out as he watched his parents kiss. Baron laughed and pressed a kiss to Ryan’s cheek in retaliation. The four year old laughed and tried to push Baron away.

“Well, don’t hate me but…” You trailed off, biting your lip. “I kinda missed the match.”

“What? Why?” Baron looked disappointed, a frown taking over his face.

“Wellness test.” You shrug.

“The joys of returning to The ‘E.” Baron joked.

“Well, that’s the thing…” You trailed off, fighting to keep the grin off your face.

“What are you trying to say, babe?” Baron asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

You couldn’t stop the smile as you purposely glanced at Ryan, then back at Baron. “What do you think I’m trying to say?”

“Again?” He breathed in disbelief.

“Again.” You nodded. Baron laughed and pulled you into a deep kiss, Ryan protesting and making gagging sounds the whole time.

“You gonna be knocked up everytime they test you?” He questioned you, a wide smile on his face.

“It takes two to tango mister, this isn’t just my fault.” You scoffed, batting him on the chest.

“I do love to tango.” Baron agreed with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“What’s a tango?” Ryan asked, tired of being ignored.

“It’s a dance, sweetie.” You told him, ignoring the glint in Baron’s eye.

:”I wantsta tango.” Ryan declared.

“Not until you’re 30.” You joked, kissing your son on the temple.

“16.” Baron scoffed.

“You gonna stick to that rule if this one’s a girl?” You challenged, holding a hand over your stomach.

“40.” Baron corrected. “Maybe never.”

“That’s what I thought.” You grinned, shooting Ryan a silly look as he rested his head on Baron’s shoulder. The boy was clearly getting tired.

“You know,” he stated, catching your attention. “Two kids… I think it’s about time you let me put a ring on that finger.”

You rolled your eyes good naturedly, but then you took a second to think. Here you were, pregnant with another child, putting your career unexpetedly on hold for the second time. Maybe there wasn’t a ‘perfect time’ in the cards.

“Maybe you’re right.” You shrugged, smiling brightly when you saw the surprise on Baron’s face. He’d clearly been expecting you to deny him again. “Make a proper proposal of it and we’ll see where it gets us.”

“I already wasted two good proposals.” He pointed out, adjusting Ryan on his hip. “You’re not gonna make me waste a third, are you?”

“I could tell you, but what’s the fun in that?” You teased lightly, knowing you would say yes. You were damn ready to be married to this man. “Third time’s the charm, right?”

“Better be.” He grumbled, smile still on his face. He tilted his head towards Ryan, whose eyes were staying closed longer and longer every time he blinked. “Let’s get this one to bed, then we can celebrate.”

“Celebrate? I haven’t said yes yet.” You pointed out as the three of you made your way through the halls.

“Yet?” He smirked.

“Dammit!”