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wwekayfabequeen · 4 years

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Temptation - Aleister Black (Smut)

Aleister Black smut as requested by anon

Disclaimer: I write all my stories in a kayfabe fashion where the superstars are true to their TV personalities unless requested otherwise.

Warning: Smut, BDSM (bondage, candle wax, some choking, etc.), some adult language.

Background: OC (Y/N) is the manager/valet for Aleister Black. She’s always been attracted to the dark side of him, but when he pays her a visit to her home, she realizes what she’s really in for.

— It’s a gloomy & cold day here where I live so writing something on the darker side of things really got the creativity flowing for me. I really do love Aleister’s dark persona and I imagine he has some very particular kinks in the bedroom. This one got a little longer than planned... I actually ended up liking the backstory so much that I may or may not write a story based on this in the near future. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, anon! —

I sat on the floor next to the window, listening to the rain patter on the glass as I read my tarot cards. It was a cold, rainy, Spring day. The perfect time to isolate myself at home like the hermit I was during the couple days I had off from being on the road. The room was filled with lit candles and occult objects as decoration. I had always enjoyed the more mysterious side of things and my home did a great job of expressing that. My dark personality made me the perfect person to manage Aleister Black both on screen and off.

I was stirred from my thoughts as I heard a knock at my door. I looked at the door, unsure if I had been expecting anyone. I stood up and walked to the door, tying my black silk robe to hide the fact that I was naked underneath it. I opened the door just a crack to see who was on the other side.

“Aleister?” I asked. He stood outside the doorway, the hood of his black sweatshirt pulled over his head to keep the cold rain from soaking him.

“Can I come in?” He asked, his eyes piercing mine.

“Of course,” I said. I opened the door, allowing him to step inside. He’d never been in my home; his eyes looked around curiously. A smirk showing his approval at the décor. I crossed my arms, regretting not having gotten dressed before answering the door.

“You have a lovely home, (Y/N),” he said, sliding his fingers across the items displayed on a bookshelf.

“Thanks,” I said, biting my tongue and pausing for a moment. “Did you need something?”

He turned to me, a devilish smirk on his face. He took a step closer to me. “Actually,” he said, his voice low. “I do need something.”

“What might that be?” I asked.

The look in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine, whether it was from anxiety or arousal I couldn’t really tell. Something about his mysterious visit to my house was incredibly sexy to me. He and I had always shared a sexual tension, but because of our professional obligation to each other, neither of us had ever acted on anything. Aleister stepped closer to me until my back was against the door.

“I need you,” he whispered harshly in my ear. “I can’t deny the temptation anymore.”

He grabbed the back of my hair and pulled back, ensuring that my neck crooked upwards so that I could look him in the eye. Before I was able to respond, his lips came crashing onto mine, kissing me as though he was about to devour me. I kissed him back, matching his passion, as I clawed my long black fingernails against his chest through his hoodie.

In an instant he picked me up and slung me over his shoulder, carrying me into the living room of my house.

“The bedroom?” He asked, his voice demanding.

“Down the hall on the left,” I answered.

He carried me there, throwing me onto the bed roughly. As I propped myself up with my elbows, my robe had loosened, barely covering my form. Aleister smirked again at the sight as he began to undress. I just watched, biting my lip as he slowly revealed his tattooed body. His eyes took a moment to explore my room as he tossed his clothing aside. He made his was around the room, lighting various candles. His smirk turning to a lustful grin as he noticed the red silk ribbons tied to my bedposts. My face turned a deep shade of red as my dirty little secret became obvious.

“I should have known you liked it rough,” Aleister teased, leaning over the bed and grabbing me by an ankle. He yanked me closer and began using the silk ribbon to secure my leg. I squeaked in surprise, completely aroused by his dominance. After he secured my other ankle to the other ribbon, leaving my legs with limited movement, he crawled on top of me. He straddled my waist, untying my robe and sliding it open to reveal my naked body completely. He licked his lips before grabbing my wrists and quickly tying securing them like he did with my ankles.

“What are you going to do to me, master?” I asked, using a seductively innocent tone.

He looked down at me and leaned in close, his breath hot on my ear and neck, “I’m going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever fantasized about.”

I moaned as he grabbed me by the neck, kissing me hard and shoving his tongue into my mouth. He grinded against me, teasing my already wet pussy. Breaking the kiss, he reached for the candle on my bedside table. I nodded at him, letting him know I was okay with what he was about to do. Slowly, with one hand reaching down to rub my clit, he used the other to lightly drip the hot wax onto my chest and stomach. I moaned at the sensation, gasping as I felt him shove two fingers into me. My hips bucked, causing more wax to fall onto me, making me wince. He put the candle back in its place and continues fingering me while his mouth began to suck on my neck. I gasped, moaning loudly, as my soft spot began to throb. He began to feel the tightening of my walls with his fingers and pulled them out.

“You have to beg for it,” he demanded, his voice muffled into my neck as he grabbed my hair with his other hand.

“P-please,” I panted, “please, let me come, Aleister.”

His fingers slid back into me and resumed their work, after a few moments my hips bucked again and I screamed Aleister’s name as the orgasm seared through me. Without warning, he positioned himself and rammed his cock inside my tight pussy causing me to scream again. His hands gripped my hinds tightly as he thrusted quickly in and out of me.

“You’re fucking pussy is mine,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Yes,” I cried, “my pussy is yours, Master Aleister.”

He leaned down, kissing me as he thrusted. He broke the kiss to demand, “I’m going to free your hands, and you’re going to claw at my back with those nails of yours.”

I nodded; he took a moment to free my hands before resuming his thrusts. I did as he instructed me, wrapping my arms around him and running my fingernails against his back. He shivered in pleasure as My nails scratched him. His mouth found my breasts as he began licking and biting at them. Our moans filled the room. He began to slow his thrusts, lifting a hand to my neck, lightly choking me. I gasped, completely turned on by his power. I dug my nails into the back of his neck, causing him to wince now. Before long, he pulled out of me, his cum ejaculating onto my stomach. He collapsed on his back, next to me, neither of us saying a word for a moment.

“That was fucking amazing,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

Aleister rolled onto his side, facing me. That devilish smirk painted his lips again. “Ah, (Y/N), you have no fucking idea... The things I’m going to do to you next.”

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gayoperatorgunclub · 4 years

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Hello ! 17 on the mythical prompt list with Bandit and Jäger please ? 👀 (Or any chars if you're not fond of them)

hi!!! here it is!!! i hope you enjoy 💝💝💝

Dominic was not insane. He was certain of it. Last night, he had hidden his ice cream inside of a secret compartment in the freezer. He distinctly remembered almost knocking over Elias’s mountain of chocolate ice cream, so he knew he hadn’t been hallucinating. But it wasn’t like hallucination wasn’t a possibility. He’d spent the past week or so staying up all night with Marius watching documentaries and keeping him from calling Gustave, Olivier, and Lera to tell them about how essential oils can be used to assist with certain ailments, but how they should be used as a supplement to more traditional methods such as vaccines and antibiotics, rather than replacing them entirely. He would have to tell them of this sacrifice next time he was in medbay for something “stupid”. They owed him big time.

But enough of that. His chocolate fudge brownie ice cream was MISSING!!!!!!!!

There was a thief in the GSG9′s midst, and mark his words, he would find out who if it was the last thing he did.

First, the suspects.

Elias “Blitz” Kötz. Goofball, but make him driven. Already has multitudes of chocolate frozen treats, and is thus unlikely to steal someone else’s, especially since the stolen ice cream was hidden, and if Elias was in the freezer in search of treats, he was not in the state of mind to be thieving while he was at it. You didn’t hear it from Dom, but when Elias isn’t on the clock, he is best described as a......... Himbo.

Monika “IQ” Weiss. If you think for one goddamn second this woman consumes sugar outside of the mysterious week each month during which she eats her weight in chocolate, (the three men of the team each have their own theories about it, ranging from “werewolf” to “cheat week for chocolate addicts rehab” to “chocolate-fuelled alien who has infiltrated our society and is superior to us in every way. lads, we have a decision. either submit to this unknown species, or flee to the woods and live as hermits”) ANYWAYS!!!!!! Dom has a feeling that if he were to confront her about this, she would laugh him into next week. He has serious doubts about his self-esteem’s ability to recover from such an event, even if it would give him the perfect opportunity to storm medbay and tell Gustave the only way he would leave was if the Good Doctor would spend at LEAST an hour complimenting him. And nothing generic, either. These simply must come from the heart. He really just wants an excuse to make Doc talk with that sexy accent of his as much as possible. Is that so wrong? Either way, Monika is innocent. NEXT!

Marius “Jäger” Streicher. No. Absolutely not. Never. No way. Nein. How dare you even suggest it. Talk shit like that again and Dom will fuck you up, just you wait and see. Just you fuckin wait. Bitch.

So.

Clearly, God is testing him.

Well.

“Women want me, God fears me.” He muttered to himself angrily as he installed a hidden camera in the kitchen.

“Dominic? Who are you talking to, mein liebe?” Dominic fell off the counter and landed flat on his back on the kitchen floor. He looked up, and swore he was in heaven, for there, above him, stood an angel in a GSG9 hoodie with the name “Brunsmeier” on it, and train-patterned sleepy pants. God bless.

“Just, uhhhhhhhh. Living out my dreams of being a parkour superstar. Yeah. Yeah.”

This sleepy little angel cocked his head a bit, brow furrowing and good LORD, isn’t he just the cuddliest canidae there is??? What? Marius has a fox-like appearance! Just because he has an attachment to his helmet and visor doesn’t mean his little squinty eyes, pointy nose, and tiny little mouth aren’t there! Not to mention those fucking EARS!!!! Scritch them if you want to be responsible for him. Little baby fox man. Baby.

“You dreamed of being a parkour superstar?”

“Yes. Lifelong dream. Finally living it out. I thank you for your support.” The angel grinned at him adorably and plopped himself down in Dom’s lap, then leaned down so he was laying on top of him. They were nose-to-nose now, and Dominic could NOT handle this kind of tension. Kiss me, you sweet little angel fox-man. Kiss me.

“IF YOU TWO COULD NOT FUCK ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR THAT’D BE GREAT”

Monika. Monika Why. Why.

Many hours (and many rounds- HEYO) later, Dominic is hidden away in a closet, with clear access to the kitchen, and is watching the footage from his camera like a hawk.

He ponders what he’ll do once he’s caught the bastard. Capital punishment isn’t an overreaction, right? Right.

WAIT HOLY SHIT SOMEONE’S IN THE KITCHEN

Wait.

Are those........

Ears? As in, dog ears?

And a tail?!

The GSG9 will have to have a lengthy discussion on appropriate workplace attire.

In the meantime, Dominic has realized that this isn’t a person in the kitchen stealing his ice cream.

It’s a fox.

Like.

A real, live fox.

What The Fuck.

He scrambles to get out of the closet to catch this fox. He’s fairly certain foxes shouldn’t have chocolate. He throws open the door, hits the floor hard, and the moment he does, he hears a quiet little yip! before the fox is scurrying down the hall, tub of ice cream in tow.

Shit.

“ALRIGHT SCRUBS FAMILY MEETING”

Marius stumbled in from his room, rubbing his eyes sleepily. Elias bounded over from the couch, noticed Monika wasn’t joining them, skipped over to pick her up and carry her over, that stupid the-lights-are-on-but-no-one-is-home grin plastered on his face the whole time. You beautiful stupid slut. You’re perfect.

“There is a THIEF in our midst. Whoever it is, please just confess now and no one gets hurt.”

Elias pouted. God, he probably has an appointment to get pegged in a few minutes. Better keep this quick.

“Dominic, mein freund, maybe if you told us what has been stolen we could better help you figure out who it is!” Wow. Wow. How is this hot piece of helpful idiot not receiving constant requests for his hand in marriage.

“My ice cream, Elias. I keep it in a hidden compartment in the freezer, and the past two nights, it has been stolen by an unknown scoundrel, and I demand to know who!”

Monika banged her head on the table. “Hey dipshit, maybe if you could give us a description of the perp we would be of more use to you, instead of, you know, doing our jobs.”

“Well, Monika. The perp is a fox.”

Marius looked like he was going to be sick.

“A...... fox? As in, the woodland creature?”

“The thief had the ears and the tail of a fox! I’m not delusional. I swear it! They were real too!”

Marius stood up, slamming his hands on the table.

“IT WAS ME!!!!”

Dominic waved a hand dismissively.

“Nonsense. You do right by everyone, you’re incapable of theft.”

Marius’ face got all pinched, and he started vibrating.

“What the fu-”

All of a sudden, instead of Marius standing before them, there was a fox.

A fox wearing Dom’s hoodie and a pair of train-patterned sleepy pants.

There was silence. Distantly, Maestro could be heard singing “That’s Amore”

“So. Marius. When were you going to share with us that you’re a kitsune?”

Marius looked angy. Had he eaten today? Perhaps he was hungy. Dominic just wanted an excuse to hold his fluffy boyfriend and take care of him. He’s allowed to be nurturing.

“Can we leave?” Monika asked, “Because Elias has a very important appointment, and I’d like to get back to the workshop because if Masaru laid hands on my work I need time to locate a flamethrower with which to exact my revenge.” Elias nodded along nervously.

“Yeah sure whatever. You two have fun.” Dominic turned back to Marius, who was once again human, and sitting on the table, swinging his legs back and forth like a child.

“You,” Dom moved closer so he could trap Marius in his arms, “owe me two tubs of chocolate fudge brownie ice cream. And at least 24-hours of kitsune-cuddles to make up for lost time. Capisce?”

“mhm” was all the answer he got before Marius was pressing his cute little face into Dom’s chest.

#ask #anonymous #r6s bandit #r6s jäger #bandit/jäger #thank you for interacting!

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sarcasmtalia · 6 years

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Humour and Homicide

The narrative of Lady De Ath’s life can be hard to piece together from what you heard at the party. So, in case you’re curious, then here it is...the full story of the Ad Hominem Murder:

LADY ADMIN DE ATH was the daughter of the De Aths, the family who owned Rumford Hall and all its surrounding land. As their only child, Admin was raised to inherit the fortune. But she didn’t want it.

To get a taste of an ordinary life, she got a job as a critic with the local newspaper. Her column was anonymous, to prevent her parents from finding out. Unimpressed by much and in need of a way to vent her frustrations, she wrote scathing reviews of all she saw. She dismantled performances and plays with such wit and sarcasm that her critiques became the newspaper’s most popular feature. Because of this, two things occurred.

Firstly, her popularity meant that when she discussed with much disgust one RODERICH EDELSTAB and his acting skill, she almost derailed his career. He struggled on, however, eventually becoming a superstar. He used his newfound wealth and fame to discover his anonymous critic’s identity. Realising it was Lady De Ath, he attended her party to tell her just how much he’d succeeded, and just how wrong she was about him. Inside he knew, though, that without her criticism, he’d have never pushed himself to become the actor he is today.

The second occurrence to occur was the acquirement of a particularly special fan: ELVIRA BLOODSCHMIDT. Married to a man who claimed to love her, but spent his nights loving others, Elvira coped by reading the newspaper. It would remind her that there were people out there with lives worse than hers, and thus, she should endure. It was in those newspapers that she found the columns of the anonymous critic, and, as seemingly-mundane things do, they made her realise something important. When something is bad, no matter the severity, one can criticise it, and one can most certainly laugh at it; there is at least some joy to be had in misery. Thankful of these lessons, she wrote to the newspaper.

Elvira’s letters were passed onto Admin, and from there a friendship was born. Both women were trapped in situations they did not want to be in. Together, they decided they would run. They would run, far from Rumford, and be free together. Using the wages Admin had saved up from her job, they ran all the way across the world, and stayed in the hotel of one ALFRED F. BONES. There they stayed for months, their friendship growing stronger, until it became something more. But they were not to live happily ever after. One of them was not to live at all.

Elvira fell ill. Admin, desperate to save her, used all of her funds to pay for treatment, but none worked. Out of money and out of options, Admin stole from Bones’ hotel and returned to Rumford with a deteriorating Elvira to enlist the help of the best doctor she knew: IVAN BRAGINSLAY. He was, at the time, tending to the son of FELICIANO VARGASSASSIN. However, the boy was stable, and so Ivan answered Admin’s call. But there was nothing he could do.

Elvira passed away, and, without Ivan there to monitor him, so did young Charlie Vargassassin. Heartbroken, Admin retreated back to Rumford Hall and accepted her fate. Not long after, she lost her parents, and became the sole owner of her family’s fortune. Still loyal to her parents and regarding Admin with disdain for running off, many of the staff abandoned Rumford, leaving only the faithful YAO HANG to care for it and for Admin.

With Yao too busy and Admin too apathetic, Rumford Hall began to fall to ruin. This angered the locals, especially MATTHEW KILLIAMS, a retired soldier who had worked there in his youth. Others, however, saw it as an opportunity. BARON GILBERT VON MCMURDERY was interested in buying the De Ath’s land from them, and could see that Admin did not truly want it. However, Admin refused his many offers to purchase it from her. Though she didn’t want it, she definitely did not want him to have it.

Admin very rarely left the Hall. On one occasion when she did, a young man named KIKU HONDAGGER attempted to talk to her. A cheeky thing, he poked fun at her hermit-like nature, but failed to impress. Recalling all of her skills as a critic, she verbally destroyed him in front of his classmates, making him an object of ridicule for the rest of his schooling. ARTHUR CORPSELAND, a rather dim boy, was the only one willing to be his friend after the incident.

A few years after Elvira’s death, after Admin inherited her family’s wealth, Lady De Ath began to receive anonymous death threats. She went to the police, but they were of no help to her. So, she came up with her own plan. She began to hold parties, lavish and grand, for all kinds of guests. She became an infamous hostess; everyone wanted to attend her soirees. Knowing this, Admin planned her very last party. She invited everyone she had wronged in her life, everyone who could have reason to want her dead. Days before the party, she went to confession and revealed her sins to the good reverend FRANCIS GUNNEFOY. He tried to convince her not to go through with her plan, but she was determined. He attended the party to try and save her soul, but he was too late.

Admin gave her killer many opportunities to strike. She waited alone in rooms for minutes at a time, and stood at the edge of her balcony to stare up at the stars. Yet she lived. It wasn’t enough. So, as her butler prepared the drinks, she took a chance. She sent Yao away on a fool’s errand, and by the time he returned, the murderer had done what he needed to. Admin took her glass, gathered her guests to raise a toast, and was dead before she finished.

The killer might have gotten away with it, if it weren’t for the meddling ways of Admin’s friends, invited specifically to solve her murder. Though they hadn’t seen her since their school days, they managed to gather clues from her other guests about what her life had been like since. They discovered that she had been involved in an affair with Elvira, and realised that one of the guests was Elvira’s former husband: LUDWIG BLOODSCHMIDT.

Though Ludwig loved Elvira, he could never settle down. He’d hoped that would be enough for her, but it wasn’t. When she ran from him, he was furious. After hearing of her return, he headed to Rumford Hall to take her back and give Admin what he thought she deserved. But he was too late.

After Elvira died, Ludwig tried to move on. But he never could. Not knowing that things could have been different. If Admin hadn’t have seduced her, manipulated her, taken her from him, then she wouldn’t have gotten ill. She would be alive. Perhaps even Admin would be dead. That would be a fine thing indeed.

Ludwig began sending Admin letters. He called himself her anonymous critic. He told her that she should be dead. But it wasn’t enough. She needed to be dead.

And so, when invited to her party, how could he resist? He procured poison, and he waited for his chance. It was almost too easy in the end. Perhaps that should have made him realise that it was all a trap. But he was too angry to be rational; for if he had been rational, he would have realised that Elvira was her own person. She chose to run. He promised himself to her, and then broke that promise. If he hadn’t done that, perhaps she’d still be alive.

But blame is a funny thing. If you work hard enough, you can blame anything on anyone. Alfred F. Bones recognised that. Though Admin’s thievery caused him to lose his business, he did not blame her. He could have blamed her. He could have blamed Elvira for falling ill. He could have blamed himself for letting them stay. But he refused. And he was rewarded.

Always thankful to him for giving herself and Elvira safety, and always regretting stealing from him to delay the inevitable, Admin made Alfred the sole inheritor of her estate. Yao’s loyalty was rewarded with a position on his staff, and Matthew’s help was enlisted to restore the Hall to its former glory. The others helped Alfred to settle into their village, and often visited the Hall. They went not only to see him, but to see Admin’s grave, which lay within the grounds...

Right next to Elvira’s.

#humour and homicide #YES it was a gay love story all along #sorry about this but i have a novel-length word document with all the details #i had to get them out

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balorclubbabe · 7 years

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Good Girl

Chris Jericho/OC (smut): It seems that whenever he gets the chance, Chris is always teasing you about pretty much anything. Sometimes it’s flirty, other times it’s just plain annoying. You decide to give him a taste of his own medicine when you’re out at a party, and he doesn’t appreciate it one bit. (Includes some spanking, and a lil’ bit of sweetness at the end!).

Tagging: @1dluver13xx and @gamer705 !

Thank you all for being so patient with me! I hope you enjoy!

A few days from now officially marked my one-year anniversary of working in the makeup department for Smackdown Live. I absolutely adored my job, and getting to see the looks on the faces of both the male and female superstars when I was done made it all worth it. Plus as a part of the makeup department, this meant no public spotlight, no nerve-wracking interviews on live television, just getting to do what I loved the most. Though I was closer with some more than others, pretty much all of the superstars that I worked on were nothing but nice.

But of course like any workplace, sometimes you don’t get along with everyone. It can be for a number of reasons; conflicting personalities, different ideas, or just simply that someone just likes to do everything within their power to get under your skin whenever they got the chance.

For me, this person was none other than Chris Jericho.

I don’t know what I had said or done to become the target of the tall Canadian, because it all started fairly politely. He’d swing by and make small talk with whoever was in my chair, sometimes including me in the conversation. Then gradually it became constant teasing, sometimes flirtatious, and almost always obnoxious.

Despite all of this, I always tried my hardest to not let him see that he could really get on my nerves. Besides, just because he could be annoying didn’t mean he’s a bad guy, right? And it certainly didn’t mean that I wasn’t allowed to secretly be attracted to him. How could you not be? I knew not to take his words as actual flirting though; it was pretty clear to me that he had no interest in me in that kind of way. Besides, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the only one that he bothered constantly. Even though it did sometimes feel that way.

“You just have to ignore him, girl. If you show that it bothers you, he’ll just keep doing it.” Charlotte quipped from her spot in my chair.

I huffed, “I know. He’s just so obnoxious sometimes I can’t help it.” I lightly swept some glitter over her eyelids, light blue to match her peacock-feathered robe.

“Or because ya secretly enjoy havin’ him around to bother ya.” Becky added slyly, stifling a laugh.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, “Just because he’s handsome doesn’t give him an excuse to be such a pain in the ass all the time, Becks.”

Before Charlotte could presumably giggle like a schoolgirl, I began to apply the baby pink gloss to her lips, effectively shutting her up for the time being. “And I’m allowed to think someone’s good-looking, even if they’re insufferable sometimes.”

When I first started this job, I found myself clicking almost immediately with both Becky and Charlotte. The three of us spent countless nights in each other’s hotel rooms after long days, staying up late, watching shitty movies and eating junk food. You know, typical girly sleepover nonsense.

Both women had their own matches tonight; Charlotte’s being against Naomi and Becky squaring up against Natalya. I had finished Becky’s make-up already, bright reds and oranges for her whole steampunk “straight fire” look.

After a few more small touches here and there, I held up the hand mirror in front of Charlotte’s face, showing her the look. “All set.”

She grinned, “I seriously don’t know how you do it. You’re like a magician or something.” And turned her head side-to-side, admiring my finished work.

“I could say the same about the two of you. You guys are gonna kick some serious ass tonight.” Some of the moves I’d watch them-hell, any of the superstars do always left me awestruck no matter how many times I witnessed them. Charlotte’s moonsault, for example? I’d surely end up in a full body cast if I even attempted anything close to a stunt like that.

“Yer comin’ with us to Dolph’s party later, right?” Becky questioned, a hint of playfulness in her accented words.

Usually if a show or event was happening where someone lived, they’d show everyone else the best restaurants or bars in their town. Dolph Ziggler, of course always having to outdo everyone, instead opted to throw a huge party and invite the entire roster and then some.

She probably figured I’d try to come up with some sort of excuse to escape having to go, but unfortunately Charlotte was my last job of the night and I knew that she knew that I had no other plans. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

Charlotte let out a laugh, “Somehow I doubt that. Seriously though, it’ll be fun. We both know you could use a drink. Then after we can come back to the hotel, watch some crappy T.V. and raid the minibar.”

The pair turned to leave and as I finished cleaning off the last of my makeup brushes, Becky leaning over and whispered in my ear, “I think ya have a visitor.”

It was then that I noticed Chris had been lingering outside the door, scribbling on his list, probably writing some poor stupid idiot’s name on it because they bumped into him or some other petty offense. I let out a small groan; I’d literally never hear the end of it if he knew that I thought he was handsome, so I could only hope that he either hadn’t heard it or had just gotten there. He was usually the type to make his presence known in a room, so I was hoping for the latter.

Charlotte gave me a knowing smile before disappearing down the hallway, following Becky, leaving me alone with my favorite pain in the ass.

I gave myself a brief mental pep talk before opening my mouth. “Can I help you?”

His eyes flitted up and met mine, a smirk painted on his face. “Just seeing how you’re doing. Or am I not allowed to swing by and say hello?”

I shrugged, turning back around so I could begin cleaning my workstation and packing my things away. Thankfully all I had was my purse and my rolling trunk with my makeup supplies instead of the copious amounts of gear that some of the superstars had to lug around city to city. I was relieved that I had the foresight to drop my luggage off at the hotel earlier. “You are. Just figured you wanted something.”

He entered the room behind me, idly watching my movements. “So you’re really going to Ziggler’s tonight huh?”

I couldn’t help but laugh, “Don’t sound so surprised, Chris.”

Chris now had his list tucked underneath his arm, “Sorry. You just don’t really strike me as the partying type, princess. No offense.”

“Oh no of course, how could I be offended by that?” I continued, zipping away my make-up brushes, the sarcasm evident in my tone. There was his stupid nickname for me again. I had asked him about it the first time he had called me that and he responded with a shrug, and an, “It suits you”. Protesting would just egg him on, so I usually just let him get away with it. And I’d never admit to anyone that I secretly thought it was kind of cute.

Chris chuckled, “Well I’ve never seen you at any gatherings outside of work-related ones. I just assumed they weren’t really your thing.”

With my trunk packed away, I turned towards him. He was blocking my only exit out of the room, meaning he likely wasn’t just going to let me walk away without pushing my buttons a little more.

I brushed some hair out of my face, “They usually aren’t. But Dolph was rather persistent so I’d at least like to make an appearance. Besides, just because I don’t love parties, doesn’t mean I’m some antisocial hermit.” With a huff, I managed to squeeze past the scarf-wearing, list-making jerk, making my way down the hall and towards the parking lot.

I thought he’d leave me alone after that but I heard his voice and footsteps following close behind me. “Didn’t say you were antisocial. Just having a hard time picturing you drunk, dancing in a short, tight, little dress. You know, considering what a good girl you are.”

I had to stop myself from physically freezing and my face from heating up at his singsong tone. “And what makes you think I’m such a ‘good girl’, Chris? If I’m being honest, I don’t think you know all that much about me.” I decided not to touch on the idea that he had perhaps pictured me in the short, tight little dress he spoke of.

I wasn’t looking at him, but I could practically hear the shit-eating grin that must have been plastered on his stupid, handsome face. “I’ve been in the business a long time, princess. I don’t have to know you; I have a sense for these kinds of things. And I know a good girl like you when I see one.”

I knew any insults or comebacks would just add fuel to the fire so I continued walking, thankful my car was just a few short strides away. He continued to go on, clearly unbothered by the fact that I wasn’t acknowledging him as I began to load my belongings into my vehicle.

“Or maybe I have you pegged all wrong. Maybe you’re a cute, modest make-up artist by day, and a sexy, dancing on tables, wild party girl by night.” I think he realized how ridiculous he sounded, but just couldn’t help but continue on with his elaborate scenario.

I rolled my eyes, shutting my trunk, “You think I’m cute? Or sexy, was it? I’m flattered. And sorry to disappoint, but I don’t have a crazy, partying alter-ego.”

“Well I guess I should be flattered too, princess. Considering how good-looking you seem to think I am. Or did I hear that wrong, was it handsome?” he said slyly, causing my heart to sink a little. Fuck, he had heard me.

I spun around to face him, mainly to give him a firm goodbye, while trying not to let him see how much he had rattled me. I certainly didn’t expect him to be directly in front of me, so that all I saw when I turned to face him was his broad, muscular chest. (Because of course he wasn’t wearing a stupid shirt underneath that stupid light up jacket).

He had a smug look on his face, and I thought he’d sneak one last comment in, always having to have the last word. But all I got was a, “See you tonight,” before he turned around and strolled back into the venue.

I let out a frustrated groan, climbing into my car and slamming the door shut, making my way to the hotel for the night. Normally I’d stay around to talk to Becky and Charlotte after their respective matches, but that ran me the risk of encountering Chris again, which required patience I did not have in the slightest.

After almost an hour had passed, I received a text from Charlotte informing me that she and Becky were heading back to the hotel soon. I decided to call her, giving her the rundown of my encounter with Chris, mainly just so I could vent to someone.

“God he is just so fucking insufferable! I have no idea how one man manages to be that aggravating!” I angrily paced at the end of my bed, still fuming slightly. I wish I had been able to say something, anything to him. Admittedly, him standing so close to me had rendered me speechless, making me want to kick myself.

“Calm down, honey. You know what you have to do now, right?” I couldn’t help but detect the faintest hint of mischief in her voice.

“I know, Char. I just have to ignore him.” I huffed, plopping down onto the bed.

She giggled, “At first, yes.”

“At first? And then…?” I trailed off. Where the hell could she be going with this? Unless her next words were something along the lines of “burn all of his scarves” or “rip up his stupid list” I wasn’t too sure what she was going to say.

“You ignoring him will drive him crazy after he sees how good you’re gonna look tonight.” She sang.

Tonight? Oh yeah. I had gotten so annoyed with Chris that I had completely forgotten about Dolph’s shindig tonight. Charlotte promised to be at my room as soon as she could, having just pulled into the hotel parking lot. After hanging up the phone I learned that “as soon as she could” was less than 10 minutes, with Becky in tow for assistance. Turns out, they happened to be right down the hall.

Charlotte did most of the scheming if I’m being honest, but I’d be lying if I said Becky didn’t seem like she was fully enjoying herself as well.

After much debate and trying one dress on after the other, the pair managed to decide on a dress that they (and, admittedly I) thought was perfect for tonight.

Dolph enjoyed throwing overly lavish gatherings and would usually (unless it was a pool party) instruct his guests to dress up for the occasion. That’s how I wound up in a sleeveless maroon cocktail dress with a neckline that dipped low enough to generously show off my cleavage and a simple pair of black stiletto heels.

The three of us called a cab after getting ready and made the short ride over to Dolph’s home. My nerves were all over the place, but thankfully Charlotte and Becky were with me to ease my worries and made sure I didn’t get cold feet at the last second.

“Don’t sweat it, yeah? He ain’t gonna know what hit ‘em.” Becky grinned at me with a wink.

I wasn’t used to dressing up so formally around my co-workers, which was evident by several pairs of eyes that found me as we walked into the party. I was grateful again for not being alone, because normally I’d be considering running in the other direction back out to the cab.

Charlotte whispered, “You look fantastic, I promise. Now remember, act like he’s not even here. If he comes up to you, pretend you didn’t even notice him. Like you’re surprised he’s here.”

Dolph approached the three of us, donned in his finest attire as well. “Ladies, glad you could make it! Food and drinks are in the kitchen.”

Charlotte gave my arm a small squeeze before going to mingle, while Becky assured me she’d be back with drinks for the both of us. Dolph and I hadn’t really talked much aside from casual conversation, so I was hoping this wouldn’t be too awkward.

Dolph ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair, grinning at me, “You look great.”

I smiled, “Thanks. You’re lookin’ pretty good yourself.”

Initially, I wanted to make it pretty clear to Dolph, considering that he had a reputation as being a huge flirt, that I wasn’t really interested. Nothing against the guy, I just wanted to make sure he didn’t get the wrong idea. That was until I spotted Chris from the corner of my eye, staring directly at us while engaged in conversation with AJ Styles and Sami Zayn.

Surely this is what Charlotte meant when she said to drive him crazy, right? Chris Jericho had done nothing but get under my skin since I’d known him and now it was time for me to return the favor. Not only would I be ignoring him, I’d be diverting my attention to someone else; more specifically, another man. And again, I had no intentions of doing anything with Dolph, but Chris didn’t have to know that right now.

“You really do have a beautiful home, Dolph. Feel like giving me the grand tour?” I nudged his arm playfully.

Dolph smirked, placing his hand on my lower back and lead me down the hallway that was to our left. “But of course. Right this way.”

To my surprise, Dolph was pretty into the whole “home décor” thing, droning on about cabinets that were made of cherry wood and tiles that he had imported from who knows where. I wasn’t really paying too much attention if I’m being honest, because every time Dolph and I would move through the main foyer, I felt a certain pair of blue eyes on me.

By the time my tour had come to an end, I’m not sure how much I had smiled and nodded, but Dolph didn’t seem to pay any mind. He was probably just happy that someone was able to listen to his whole spiel without dying of boredom.

“I have to go and greet some more guests. I’ll see you later though.” Dolph, ever the gentleman, kissed the back of my hand, shooting me a wink before disappearing to go play host some more.

Considering I hadn’t seen Becky with my drink since before the tour, I made my way into the kitchen to fetch my own. Dolph had an array of expensive looking liquor bottles lined up on the counter along with pristine crystal glasses.

“Enjoy your tour?” I had to stop myself grinning like a mad woman as the voice behind me spoke. Of course he’d come and find me the second I was alone. Maybe because every time Dolph said something that was supposed to be remotely funny, I’d burst into over-the-top laughter, making sure others could hear. Or how my hand would linger on his arm for a few seconds while I spoke to him.

“I did. I didn’t realize Dolph was such a connoisseur of interior design.” I didn’t turn around as my eyes danced over the various bottles. So many choices, and half of these brands were pretty much foreign to me.

To keep it simple I just grabbed the first open bottle of white wine I saw and poured myself a glass. As I turned to make my leave, Chris was, much like earlier, blocking my exit, his own drink in hand. Probably bourbon or whiskey, I guessed, judging by the amber-colored liquid.

I hated to admit it, but he looked especially handsome tonight. He wore a crisp white button down shirt underneath the open black suit jacket, matching his pants. Even in my heels, he still towered over me. Instead of the grin that I was accustomed to, his facial expression was hard to read; not anger, but definitely a hint of annoyance.

He smirked slightly however, when he noticed me looking at him for maybe a little longer than I should have been. “See something you like, princess? Something good-looking and handsome, maybe?”

I took a sip of my drink, moving past him nonchalantly, making sure to deliberately brush against him as I did so. “Just surprised you’re not wearing a scarf.” And made my way over to the corner where I had been able to spot Becky, (Let’s face it; her hair is pretty hard to miss in a crowd) who was chatting away with Tyler Breeze and Fandango.

The night went on as I spent the rest of it in the company of Charlotte and Becky for the most part. Chris hadn’t attempted to speak to me again after our brief conversation, and a small part of me was a little disappointed. On the other hand though, it was rather satisfying to finally give him a taste of his own medicine.

Over the course of the few hours that I was there, I only had two glasses of wine yet I still felt exhausted. I had to admit though, it wasn’t as awful of a night as I thought it would be. Going to a party as large as this one with two of my closest friends definitely helped ease the usual nervousness I’d be experiencing.

The three of us took a cab back to our hotel after bidding goodbye to Dolph and the other guests that remained. I didn’t see Chris as we made our rounds to say goodbye, and I assumed he had already left. Even if he hadn’t, I certainly wasn’t going to go hunt him down.

I was too exhausted for the usual late night sleepover, so I bid Charlotte and Becky a ‘goodnight’ before making my way to my own room for the night. I couldn’t wait to kick off my heels, get into something comfortable and pass out as soon as my head hit the pillow.

That was until I saw him, leaning against the wall right across from my room. His jacket was gone, probably in his own room, his white sleeves rolled up to his elbows with a few buttons of his shirt undone.

I felt his eyes practically burning a hole into the back of my head as I swiped the key to unlock my door and pushed it open, allowing it to close behind me. I turned around when the door didn’t click shut, and I saw the blue-eyed blonde standing in the doorway, holding it open. “You need something, Chris?” I asked innocently.

He brows knitted together in anger, “What the hell was all that?”

I didn’t answer, instead tossing my heels off in the corner, flopping down onto the queen-sized bed with a sigh. I lucked out this time around and somehow ended up with my own room instead of having to share.

“Well?” he demanded, arms crossed over his chest. Clearly he wasn’t planning on leaving without an answer.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I finally made eye contact with him, and he did not look happy.

“Bullshit, you know exactly what you were doing tonight.” He walked into the room further, allowing the door to swing shut behind him. “Ignoring me when you walked in, hanging all over fucking Ziggler of all people,” he scoffed. “And, when you finally do talk to me, it’s barely even five fucking words.”

I laughed, “Ohhh I see how it is. You tease me all the fucking time and it’s fine, but when I do it back it’s suddenly not. What’s that old saying again? Don’t dish it if you can’t take it?”

His eyes narrowed, voice dangerously low as he moved further into the room, now only a few feet away from me. “Is that what all this was really about? To purposefully annoy me? To make me jealous?”

I shrugged, a coy smile on my face. “Didn’t realize I made you jealous.”

He suddenly chuckled, “Well congratulations,” he paused, gently taking me by the arm and pulling me so that I was standing up. “I was jealous.”

The only sound I could make was a small squeak of surprise as Chris slammed his lips onto mine, one of his hands entangling itself in my hair. He took my being caught off-guard as an opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth.

I eagerly reciprocated his actions, pulling him closer to me as I wrapped my arms around his neck, his free hand settling on my lower back right above the curve of my ass.

“Do you have any fucking idea how hard it was for me to not bend you over his kitchen counter and fuck you?” he murmured against my lips. “To make you scream for me so that he knew-so that everyone knew that you’re mine?”

All I could do was whine in response as I feverishly returned his kisses, squeezing my thighs together to provide myself some relief.

“I thought you were a good girl, huh?” he whispered huskily as his mouth came against my neck, lavishing it with kisses. “Good girls don’t dress like this for everyone to see.”

“It wasn’t for everyone, it was for you.“ I was feeling suddenly brave, my head spinning from the sensation of his lips on me.

“Yeah? Just for me huh?” his hot breath washed over my neck as he spoke. “No one else? You sure, princess?” His hand that wasn’t in my hair crept down to squeeze my ass through the fabric of my dress.

I nodded, “Yes. Fuck, Chris, yes. Only you, I promise.” I managed to whimper the words out as his teeth scraped against my collarbone.

“You gonna show me what a good girl you are, baby?” his stubble grazed against my cheek as he came up to kiss me again.

Again I nodded, my arousal and want for him was almost palpable at this point, my hair messed and my lips kiss-swollen.

“Get on your knees for me then, princess.” He sure as hell didn’t have to tell me twice. I hurriedly dropped down to my knees, undoing his belt without taking my eyes off of him.

His hardened cock sprung free before me after I undid the zipper, and I immediately gripped it with one hand, running my tongue over the entire length, eliciting a groan out of him.

I took him into my mouth, almost gagging as he lightly pushed the back of my head to take more of him. I kept my rhythm slow, teasing his head with my tongue after taking him almost all the way out of my mouth. I repeated this a few times, tailoring my movements based on how loud his moans were.

Just when I thought I’d have to make him stop pushing the back of my head, he pulled me off of him, allowing the air to flow back into my lungs.

He yanked me back up to his level, while his free hand crept up my thigh, coming into contact with my soaked panties. “Don’t want the fun to end yet. My turn to take care of you, princess.”

He pulled the flimsy fabric of my thong to the side, easily sliding a finger into my wetness. “Fuck baby, how long have you wanted this?”

I could feel his smirk against my neck as his fingers continued to work. “Have you thought about this before? Letting me fuck you?”

His words were barely registering in my mind through the haze of pleasure that was slowly creeping over me. I let out a satisfied sigh as his thumb began to gently rub my clit. Just as he had built up a steady pace, he stopped, causing me to cry out in frustration.

“Answer me, princess.”

At that, I found the strength to speak, “Y-yes! I have. More than once.” The idea of him stopping what he was doing was too much right now.

“You gonna cum for me already?” he sounded almost impressed as he picked up where he left off.

Before allowing me to answer, Chris shoved me onto the bed, climbing in between my spread legs and dipping his head down.

I almost leapt off the mattress the second his tongue touched my slit, his fingers working their way inside me again. “C-chris fuck, please!” I whined, gripping his blonde locks for dear life.

He pumped his fingers in and out of me at a steady pace as his tongue traced zigzagging patterns over my clit. The sensation of his mouth and fingers, combined with the sandpaper-like roughness of his beard rubbing against my thighs sent me over the edge. I let out a cry as my orgasm rolled through my body, my hips grinding against his face, desperate for friction.

He rose back up to where I laid panting and sloppily pressed his lips to mine. I felt his hand traveling under my dress again only to rip my soaked panties down my legs, causing them to tear slightly on the way.

I groaned in protest, but his lips continued to devour mine. “I’ll buy you new ones,” He promised as he helped rid me of my dress and bra as well.

I felt my cheeks redden as his eyes lingered over my naked form, “You’re so beautiful,” His hands were now on either side of my cheeks, punctuating each of his next words with a kiss, “I’m so fucking lucky.”

My mouth opened slightly in surprise, unsure of what to say, because I swore in that moment I’d see a flock of pigs flying outside my hotel window. Chris Jericho had sincerely complimented me in the most intimate of ways. Not the usual, “Nice dress baby, but it’d look better on my hotel room floor” type lines he’d always be running by me.

Pushing my thoughts to the back of my mind, I hastily unbuttoned his shirt the rest of the way, desperate to feel more of him, considering he was still almost completely dressed. As I pushed the fabric off his shoulders, I ran my fingers over his muscled chest, his skin warm to the touch. “I don’t know, I think I’m pretty lucky here too.” I mumbled, pressing a kiss to torso.

He didn’t answer but let out a low chuckle, assisting me in pulling his pants the rest of the way down and off of him. I heard the two soft thuds of his shoes being kicked off and hitting the carpet.

He turned and adjusted so that he was seated against the wooden headboard, bringing me up with him.

I felt a blush stain my cheeks again as I climbed to settle myself over him, planting small kisses all over his face and neck as I lowered myself onto his cock. Instantly, my eyes squeezed shut as he filled me inch by inch until I sunk down completely.

“Shit you’re so damn tight, princess.” He exhaled a deep breath, not moving for a few seconds and instead just kept still inside of me, allowing me to adjust. “You alright?”

I slowly rolled my hips against his, giggling when I heard him grunt. “Does that answer your question?”

He growled as I continued to ride him at a pace so agonizingly slow that even I felt like it was torture. “Fucking shit, you’re still teasing me, aren’t you?”

I didn’t answer, instead I rose up, circling my hips excruciatingly slowly, biting my bottom lip.

Suddenly his hands were at my waist as he picked me up and slammed me back down onto his cock, smirking when I cried out his name. “It takes two to tango, princess. You didn’t think I’d let you get away with teasing me like that, did you?”

My brief period of control had ended as Chris thrust into me at brutally a harsh pace, coming forward to shower my neck in more kisses and the occasional bite. “Chris, please, please more,” I tried to keep up with his motions as he would lift me almost all the way up off of his length, just to slam me back down again.

“Such a good girl,” he hummed in approval. “You look so beautiful riding my cock like that,”

I let out a sharp gasp when I felt his right hand remove itself from my waist, only to draw back before coming down hard on my ass.

Chris’ eyes widened slightly, “Oh fuck princess you alright? Sorry, sorry I got a little carried away there.”

Before he could slow his motions, I moved against him, whining desperately. “Again. Please, do it again,”

The look that came over his face was something I had never seen as he spanked me again, causing me to cry out. He did this a few more times, alternating each cheek until I was practically sobbing out his name. “Guess you’re not such a good girl after all.”

The slight sting against my skin as Chris fucked me was a feeling that I had never experienced before. I only had a handful of sexual partners, and none of them had ever even attempted to spank me. Then again, I had never asked for it.

“I think next time you tease me, I’ll just have to drag you into my dressing room and spank you to teach you a lesson,” he seemed thrilled at the idea, his hands now lightly squeezing my ass. “Fuck princess, don’t stop riding me like that. You feel so fucking good,” His thrusts became more shallow and desperate, indicating that he was also nearing his climax.

His words only helped draw my orgasm closer as I felt myself begin to tighten around him. “Please Chris, I’m so fucking close! I want to cum so badly. Baby, please let me cum,”

“I want you to cum for me, princess.” He commanded. “I want you to fucking soak my cock. Want to see the look on that beautiful face when you come undone because of me,” I could see the light sheen of sweat that had formed on his forehead as he grunted with each pump into me.

With one more powerful thrust, I felt myself tip over the edge as I began to spasm and writhe against him, my fingers gripping his shoulders so hard that for a split second I thought I’d bruise him as I chanted his name over and over again.

I felt his hips stutter slightly as he gave one last hard thrust, his eyes squeezing shut as he spilled himself inside of me, his grip on my waist finally loosening. “Jesus Christ, princess…” he sighed.

Reluctantly, he scooted downward so that he was lying on his back, with me still draped over him. Our bodies sticking to one another, I laid my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat gradually slowing down back to a normal rate. I smiled when I felt his hand lightly playing with my hair, smoothing it down and running his fingers through it.

I finally broke the silence, “I should tease you more often if this is what I get out of it.”

“You should,” he paused, running his hand down to my ass and giving it a light tap. “If this is what I get to do every time.” He frowned when I yelped in surprise at the small sting of pain. “Still sore?”

I nodded, “Still sore.”

He pressed a kiss to my forehead, “Sorry princess.”

“Don’t apologize. In case you couldn’t tell, I kinda liked it.” I nuzzled his neck.

He chuckled, “Not just for that. Sorry if I get on your nerves sometimes,” he shot me a joking glare when I did an exaggerated clearing of the throat. “Alright a lot of times, not just sometimes. Guess I’m not great at making it clear when I’m…interested in someone.”

“Chris Jericho, are you saying you like me?” I gasped playfully, leaning my chin in my hands. “Because if so, not for nothing, that’s sort of like telling a little girl a boy is mean to her because he likes her.”

I saw him frown, “I’m kidding, relax,” Before he could open his mouth, I brushed my lips against his, a laugh bubbling up in my throat. “And I’m interested in you too. Why do you think I let you mess with me so much? I just always assumed you were like this with everyone.”

The faint sound of my phone buzzing in my purse reached my ears, and I shook my head, burying my face into his chest with a yawn. “Leave it. Probably someone from the party drunk-dialing me or something,”

Chris glanced at the source of the noise, then shrugged, wrapping his arms around me and stifling his own yawn, “Sleep well, princess.

Meanwhile a couple of rooms down, Becky peered over at Charlotte from her bed, “Did she answer ya?”

Charlotte frowned and shook her head, hitting the red ‘End’ button on her touchscreen. “No. I sent her like 4 texts too. So unless they’re still going at it, I think they’re both asleep.” Charlotte penned one last message, simply reading, ‘Details tomorrow over breakfast! Becks and I want to know EVERYTHING ;).’.

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