[Same prompt sent in 5 times, so written as drabbles. All super smutty and to the point. 18+]
Prompt: Could I request some kinky, rough, spanking, Dom Roman sex
280 Words
His name was like a chant. And had been for the whole evening. It was breathier now that you were on top, but he still had the control. You gasped as his hand cracked across your ass again.
“How close are you, baby?” The baritone of his voice rumbled against your hands on his chest.
“So close. But… I don’t know,” you tried to focus enough to speak, “don’t know about another one. Please Roman, come with me.”
He chuckled. “Nah. You teased at dinner. ‘bout made me lose my cool. You want my cum? You gotta work for it. One more, baby girl. Unless you’re not horny anymore?” He removed his hands from your hips.
You slammed down on his cock and squeezed your thighs around his hips as hard as you could. “No, no. Don’t leave. I can do it. Please, Ro, no.” You pressed yourself to his chest. His arms wrapping around you and combing through your hair made you sigh. “Please?”
“Since you asked so nicely…” he helped you back up and took over. His grunts and the force his body was slamming into yours sent you into another quaking orgasm. Roman kept thrusting through it, faltering and chasing until he came to with a hoarse roar. He held you down on his hips until you had every drop. Only then did he let you fall over to lay next to him.
The air was cool compared to your thrumming heat. You shivered. Roman pulled you to his chest, giving you his body heat.
“Get some sleep, Y/N. In the morning, I’m going to finish what you started.” He cupped your face and kissed over your closed eyelids.
Prompt: Could I request some kinky, rough, spanking, Dom Jeff Hardy sex
400 Words
The Hardy complex was vast. Secluded. A sanctuary. The warehouse with the ring was further away than the other buildings. You couldn’t argue with the design. It ensured any yells or shouts from Hardy-branded stunts didn’t terrify the house.
It also ensured total privacy.
“Come on, Y/N; you can do it.” Jeff leaned on the far turnbuckle. You stood on the other side with a stunt rope between you. The original request had been help with learning how to walk the top rope. What you got was a vibrating egg in your pussy and a challenge you could not lose. Jeff had the control in his hand. “When the adrenaline is flowing, you need to focus through it. One wrong step and you’ll either fall four feet or eight. Begin.”
You stepped out onto the rope. Underneath were extra foam blocks to land on. And you had. This time you made it about half-way and Jeff upped the intensity of the egg. You froze and shivered but held your balance. With each step further across the rope, it was harder and harder not to focus. The corner post of your release was two steps away when he set it on the highest setting. Your thighs clamped together and you fell into his arms.
Jeff turned off the egg with a smirk. “That’s four.” He stepped out of the way so you could brace yourself on the top rope. Cool air breezed over your cheeks as he pulled down your ring bottoms and rubbed over the earlier handprints. “Count, then you can try again… unless you give up?” He test smacked your ass and waited for your answer.
“One.” You were not going to lose this challenge. Jeff reached around and felt how wet your bottoms were. Smack. “Two.” He cooed words of encouragement. Words that set your skin aflame. “Three.” He lightly tapped you, denying the hard slap that would send you into orgasm. “Four,” you sighed. You stood up straight and wiggled back into your bottoms. Jeff stepped to the other side of the ring.
“You can either get spanked five times next and we’ll be done… or you can get fucked like you’ve earned. Once more?”
By the grace of the wrestling gods, you made it across without falling and were fucked all around the Hardy ring. Though you would have to wait to show off your new skill until you could walk again.
Prompt: Could I request some kinky, rough, spanking, Dom Baron sex
290 Words
You were waiting in his dressing room after his match. Just the memory of seeing him toss away the vest made you rub your thighs together. But you couldn’t touch. You were probably in enough trouble as it was. Well, maybe you could. Just to the outside of your shorts, along the seam, with your hips doing most of the work. You should not have closed your eyes.
“Getting an early start?” Baron closed and locked the door behind him before leaning back on it. You sheepishly bit on your bottom lip. “Had to tease me before the match in those paint on jeans, and now you’re impatient?” He tsked. “That’s gonna cost you, sweetheart.”
“I was just getting ready?” you offered.
“Hmm.” Baron sat on the couch beside you. “Come here.” He helped you straddle his waist. “Do. Not. Come. Okay?” He sighed when you nodded. “Use your words, please.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Now, count.” He rolled his hips and guided you to do the same.
You were just getting into a pleasing rhythm when the first slap came. “One,” you squeaked. “Two.” It stung, even through your worn-out shorts, but each sent a jolt to your heat. “Three.” Baron kept helping you move as you kept freezing in pleasure. “Four. Oh, Baron,” you whined. “Five.” You slumped forward to rest your head on his shoulder as he stopped and held you in place.
“Did you learn your lesson?”
“Yes, sir. Don’t tease and don’t play.”
“Good girl.” He kissed the side of your head. Then he gripped your hips tighter. “You did so good, Y/N,” he whispered, “now I’m going to pound you through this couch and do to you what I wanted to do half an hour ago.”
Prompt: Could I request some kinky, rough, spanking, Dom Pete Dunne
290 Words
“Come ‘ere.” Pete grabbed your wrist and dragged you into a dark hallway. He faced you towards the wall. Soon he had your shirt above your chest, your breasts spilling from your bra, and your skirt over your hips. “No panties? Usually, that would make you a good girl. But flashing Tyler?” He nipped at the back of your neck. “You’re mine.”
You jumped with the harsh crack you heard before you felt it. The sting made you hiss and oh, so wet.
“Only yours,” you moaned. “But Pete, it was just a breeze. I can’t control the weather.” The silence made you squirm.
“I suppose that is unfair.” He stepped back but you grabbed at him. “But you still want your punishment?” He smirked as you peeked back at him over your shoulder. “I don’t know…”
“Would Tyler enjoy the show if I flash him on purpo-“ you cut off with a yelp as Pete slapped your ass again.
He kicked apart your stance and thrust two fingers into your heat. “Soaked. As you should be.” He leaned in close to your ear and growled, “ev’ry moan, ev’ry quake, ev’ry orgasm that follows will be because of me giving them to you. Are you going to be a good girl and take them?”
You nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please, Pete-“
“Good. Let’s get started.”
His fingers curled and found every place that made you mewl. His other hand found your breasts, rolling the tips between his fingers to edge you on. When your cried began to echo in the hall, he flipped you and covered your mouth with his. He continued fingering you until you clawed at his biceps before going limp. And that was just the beginning.
Prompt: Could I request some kinky, rough, spanking, Dom Aleister Black
320 Words
He was there. Hiding in the dark. Your heart was thundering. Blood burning for him.
“Aleister?”
“Y/N.” His voice was right next to your face. You turned your head, not that you could see anything through the blindfold. He stood behind you, close enough for you to feel the buttons on his suit shirt. His hands grazed up your sides as he nuzzled the back of your neck. “If you are ready, shall we test how your senses are heightened?”
You licked your lips. “I’m ready.”
His fingers trailed across your hip and down your front. He parted your lips, feeling how wet you already were. His other hand kept you from bucking down as he curled one finger into your heat. The following hum of satisfaction made you shiver with pride. He rewarded you with a smack to your ass. It made you gasp and clamp down on his finger. He added a second, curling them and searching. Each time you didn’t cry out with another spank, he brushed over a sensitive place and increased his pace.
Without your sight, you could finally hear the tiniest sounds from him. Sounds you were causing. The slightest deep puffs of air. The sharp intakes when your walls contracted. The almost inaudible growl each time you reacted to a smack.
You could feel everything. His breath on your shoulder, hot and sporadic. The heave of his chest against your back. The sparks you’d never noticed in your toes when he thumbed your clit. The hardness confined in his slacks on your backside. And even though you couldn’t see it, his eyes were on you eclipsed with the darkness that never failed to make you weak in the knees.
“Come, Y/N.”
Voiceless, you called his name and reached back for him to steady yourself. He worked you through the aftershocks. You were catching your breath when he kissed your shoulder.
After an evening of scrolling through her friend’s baby’s pictures, the reader’s anxiety of ever having children surfaces. Baron soothes her fears… and opens up another possibility.
Pairing: Baron Corbin x Reader (married)
Warnings/Promises: angst, talk of infertility, fluff, SMUT, breeding kink
Word Count: 1700
Note: Had a smidgen of an idea then kept daydreaming about it in class. Figured I better write it down before I fail, so I hope you guys like it! Thank you to everyone who responded to the tag opportunity. If you would like to be added to the list, or any other lists (characters, fandoms) please let me know and I’ll get you for the next fic. My requests are open as well and I’ve got a few ready in the queue. Now please enjoy and don’t forget to let me know what you think!
Baron walked through the door just as you tossed your phone onto the coffee table. It clattered and spun before coming to rest precariously close to the edge. He left his bags by the door and tapped your phone further into the table.
“Who’s done what?” He sat a short distance from you and began to unlace his boots.
“Another one of my high school friends is pregnant. Her husband is blind, so the hospital 3D printed the ultrasound so he could see the baby.” You huffed.
“You’re usually more excited about cool science stuff like that.” He watched your face while you avoided meeting his eyes. “What’s up?”
You bit your lip. Baron waited patiently while you worked out the thoughts you’d never put into words before. “Do you ever feel like we’re behind? Like, we’ve got each other, great jobs, the house. But something is missing and while time is dribbling away you also don’t feel ready? Then what if I am, and.. and then…” Baron calmed your vibrating thoughts by rubbing your thigh. When you were focused enough to think again, you continued.
“It took years for my mother to conceive. My aunt needed surgery to have my cousin. What if I can’t have children?” You sighed and fiddled with the ends of your sleeves. “And what if I do, and then fulfill the curse that all parents face: to put undue pressure on their child?” You looked off into space, talking more to yourself than Baron now. “I’m not sure which is worse. To have the opportunity taken away from you, or to have the gift of creation and screw it up like the rest of your life.”
Baron inched closer to you on the couch. You heard him inhale several times to say something, but nothing made it past his lips. Instead, he wrapped his arm over your shoulder and eased you around so you could bury your face in his chest. If he noticed his shirt was slowly getting wet, he didn’t say anything. Baron held you for as long as you needed as you cried out your fear and frustration. All the while his hand smoothed up and down your back while his chin rested on your head. When you finally pulled back, Baron’s cheeks were wet.
“I didn’t mean to make you cry too,” you mumbled. You reached up and wiped away the tears.
“If you’re hurting, I am too.” He took your left hand and toyed with the diamond on your finger. “We are one after all.” He looked out into the room, not seeing it. “We have time to figure this out,” he said after a minute. “We can start with tests now or later when we’re about ready to start a family. Then, move from there. If everything is good, for both of us, then… great. If not… we’ll find other ventures. Okay?” He looked down at you, lips barely lifted on either side.
“Okay.” You closed your eyes in bliss as he kissed your forehead. “Thanks for listening to me.”
“Hey, it’s what I’m here for. Now,” Baron lifted you as you squealed, “I believe pizza is in order.” He carried you to the kitchen counter. Before he called in the order, he grabbed the ice cream out of the freezer. From your position, you were able to find two spoons. You had dessert first while waiting for dinner.
He watched you intently during dinner. During the game he’d been looking forward to watching, his reactions were delayed and his fingers worried at a hole in his sweats. In bed, he tugged you back to him before you could turn off the side lamp.
“If it’s too soon to be thinking like this, then stop me. Otherwise… do you trust me?”
“Yes, Baron. I trust you.”
He shook his head, satisfied. With a side glance and a glimmer in his eye, he leaned close to your ear. “I know you’re on the pill, but what if we at least pretended to make a baby tonight?” A grin spread across his face as you gasped. “No matter what happens, we’ve got time for me to get in a lot of practice pumping you full.” He ran a finger along your jaw, angling your face up towards his. “Any objections so far?”
“Nu-uh,’ you sighed. Your skin flushed and your lips parted as you found it hard to breathe.
His hand slid down your front to your stomach. “You would look even more beautiful with our child growing inside you. Do you want to try, huh?”
You leaned in, your lips just brushing over his. “Uh-huh.”
Before you could kiss him, he was gone. The sheets were gone. His clothes were gone. Your shorts and underwear were gone. And your breath too when he nipped lightly at the inside of your thigh. You sighed as he breathed warm air over your pussy. Baron heard you and wasted no time before flattening his tongue against you. His hands pinned your hips to the bed, leaving your thighs mostly free to clamp around his head. He braced one arm across your abdomen and reached down to lightly thumb over your clit. You arched with the sparks that shivered through you. One finger, then eventually two, stroked along the outside of your lips before dipping in. He curled them roughly in the spot he knew well, chuckling as you clamped down on him.
“I felt that. But you’re going to need to open up a bit more to take this thick cock. It’s ready to fill you up. Cum for me, Y/N. Show me you’re ready too.” He sped up the movements of his fingers and sucked down on your clit. You screamed his name and dug your heels into his back, trapping his head between your thighs. He continued to move, but slower, easing you down from the blinding high he just gave you.
He crawled up to lay next to you. With a smirk, he wiped away your juices from his face and sucked them off his fingers. Looking down you groaned. His length stood proud against his stomach, the tip an angrier red than usual. Your attention was stolen away as your nipple was tweaked. Baron grinned at you. He continued to work at your breasts. Kneading them. Mouthing over them, then blowing cool air over your nipples. You writhed under his touch, pleading with whines before he positioned himself over you. Licking his lips, he teased his head at your entrance, coating it in your juices. You became impatient and grabbed at his hand to guide him into you. He chuckled and gave you wanted, rolling his hips a little at a time until he was fully sheathed.
You were able to catch two or three quick breaths. Then Baron set a relentless pace, pounding into you. Each time he bottomed out he grunted and gripped the sheets on either side of your hips. Next thing you knew you were on your front and he was shoving a pillow under your hips. He reset the pace, drawing out mewls and cries of pleasure with every deep thrust. The angle gave him the extra reach that sent your walls fluttering. He gripped your hips so his thumbs could rub up and down on either side of your spine. Your cries heightened in pitch, reaching your soundless point as you neared your release. Baron pulled you back to meet his thrusts as he chased his close end too. Your walls tightened, and your vision lightened even as it darkened around the edges. Baron came with a low guttural shout but kept moving, pushing his cum further into you.
He eased you onto your back, repositioning the pillow under your hips. “Think you can handle another? I’m still half-hard.” You moaned something close to a yes. He nodded and rubbed the underside of your thighs. You keened at the soreness already seeping into your body as he pushed your legs back towards your chest.
This time he moved slower. Careful of your sensitivity. Giving you both time to catch your breath. From this new position, you could see how much that last round had worked him up. His skin was bright with sweat and his jaw was relaxed as he breathed deeply. He caught you looking at him and reached down to cup your face. You nuzzled into his touch, closing your eyes in the bliss of the fire rising again in your body. Baron couldn’t keep his hips from jolting forward as you flexed your walls around him.
“Getting impatient, are we?”
You hummed. A smile broke across your face as Baron quickened his pace, though kept it softer so as not to hurt you. You could feel his cock swelling inside you again like it does right before he loses control. He moved to spin hard circles into your clit. You arched further into his touch and cried out his name as you lost control seconds before he did. While your vision returned to normal, Baron rubbed the ache out of your thighs and removed the pillow. He rubbed your lower stomach and then reached down to lightly pinch your pussy lips closed.
“Don’t want to waste anything,” he said with a wink.
“If this becomes a regular thing, I might have to talk to my doc about upping the dosage on my pill.” You wriggled further up into the pillows and Baron followed.
Baron hummed. “If you do, am I allowed to accept that as a challenge?” He nuzzled his nose into the nape of your neck and growled.
“I swear, if you start howling at the moon I’m telling Woods the ABO writers got it right.” You couldn’t help but giggle as he quickly pulled back to pull a face.
“The AB-what writers? And since when do you share our lovemaking with Woods?”
“Never. But he keeps asking me if you get more growly around the full moon.”
Baron’s eyebrow arched in confusion, but he shook his head and the ideas away. He leaned down to your ear instead and placed your hand on his chest before rumbling, “only if it turns my girl on even more.”
With the way you wanted to rub your sore thighs together, it was worth looking into in the future.
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