Baron Corbin - Thigh Riding

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When I heard the hotel room door slam I knew Tom was home. He was still fuming from his loss at the elimination chamber earlier that night. I turned off the steamy water and stepped out of the shower and wrapped a warm towel round my naked body. I could hear my boyfriend pacing round the rooms and occasionally throwing things here and there. Swearing at myself for leaving my clothes on the bed I stepped out and into the cool hall, rushing over to the bedroom.

I clumsily stumbled into a body I knew too well as Toms, throwing an arm up to catch myself. He seemed more than pleased by my current appearance, a smirk plastered across his face.

“Forget something?” He held up my boy short knickers.

I frowned and made an attempt for them only for him to hold them higher. It was only when I surrendered that he handed them to me. I slipped them on under the towel, self-conscious of my body. This annoyed Tom, to him I was the best looking girl in the world. He pushed past me and it was then I noticed he still had his wrestling attire on. I creased my brows.

“Why’re you still wearing that?”

“I just stormed out. I didn’t even shower.” He struggled with the clothes in his bag.

I smiled at the way he looked in his tights. If you looked hard enough you could see his semi hard on through them. God I fucking loved the way he touched me. He could be so gentle at times and others so rough, it was simply amazing. And his tongue, don’t get me started. It was a wonder how he could possibly reach my lips when making love to me he’s so tall compared to me. He must’ve seen me staring in the mirror.

“Like what you see?”

A blush crept onto my cheeks. He spun round and sat on the edge of the bed, tossing his wrestling bag carelessly onto the floor.

“C'mere, beautiful.” He reached out to me.

Slowly my feet brought me to stand in front of him. Even when he sat on the mattress I was no match for his towering figure. The room was dark apart from the small lamp in the corner giving off just enough light for us to see each other. His eyes were full of lust now. They were staring right through me. There was no telling what could happen from here.

He took my hand and pulled me closer to stand in between his legs, my breathing was becoming unsteady. His lips brushed mine before I bravely connected them. It was sweet and gentle at first but soon became rough and needy. My hands flew up tangling themselves with the length of his hair. A low moan came from the back of his throat when I tugged at it. He grabbed at my arse through the towel begging for me to take it off. His lips moved to my neck leaving a trail of wet kisses. He began sucking on the spot where my jawline met my neck.

“…Tom.” I moaned tugging his still damp hair.

He pulled me closer to straddle his lap, his hand resting on my lower back. My lips parted and I creased my brows as Tom sucked harder at the skin at the nape of my neck, sure to leave a love bite. I threw my head back at the sensation. He moved his lips to my ear.

“Move your hips for me, baby.” He whispered.

“W-what?” I batted my eyes, unsure of what he was asking of me.

He took hold of either side of my hips rolling them forward, watching me as he did so. I moaned as my clit moved along the buttons and ties alone his tights. Tom seemed pleased with himself. I continued the motion with my hips. Tom moved one of his hands down to my aching core sliding a single finger up the soaked material.

“So wet for me, baby.” He smiled.

My eyes grew wide when Tom brought his finger into his mouth, sucking my juices off.

“You taste good.” He hummed closing his eyes savouring the taste.

Tom looked at me and smiled. His leg began to bounce up and down. He gripped my hips hard and helped me move them faster. I didn’t know how long I was gonna last. I threw my head onto his shoulder and squeezed my eyes shut with the burst of pleasure running through my body. I could feel the knot in my stomach beginning to form.

“Fuck, Tom.. Please.”

All at once everything stopped. Tom had stopped bouncing his leg and moving my body.

“What the fuck!”

“Get up.” He demanded.

I huffed, doing as I was told. He stood from the bed shadowing over me. His fingers hooked into the towel that was still wrapped round my small figure and ripped it away throwing it across the room. I was left in only my knickers as he pushed me down onto the mattress, hovering over me.

My nipples made contact with his bare tattooed chest. He licked a bold stripe in between them, grabbing a nipple with his teeth and sucking lightly. My back arched off the mattress. Toms fingers skimmed down my sides and hooked into my knickers.

“I want to take them off.” I nodded.

I watched as he slowly pulled them down my legs admiring the view.


“Jesus, Tom do something.”

He seemed to be amused by my impatience. He brought his lips up to my ear.

“Do what, baby?”

“Touch me… please.” I panted.

“Where do you want daddy to touch you?”

“Anywhere.. Everywhere.” I murmured.

This was enough for him as he swiftly pushed himself back down between my legs. The teasing wasn’t over though. Toms hands felt ever so gently down each of my thighs, leaving trails of wet kisses alone the way. He sucked the sensitive skin every so often sure to leave love bites. His nose brushed my clit. Hot breath fanning over my wet pussy. His long fingers parted my folds licking up some of my juices, holding my gaze hostage the entire time. I squirmed round on the mattress. Impatient, I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him forward. His mouth connected with my wet sweetness. Immediately Toms mouth got to work.

His tongue flicked over my clit moving in figure eight motions. My mouth parted in pleasure. I felt one of his digits sink into me. It began to pump in and out at a fast pace. My backed arched off the mattress and I fisted at the duvet. He used his free hand to hold me in place on the bed.

“Shit, fucking don’t stop!”

Tom chuckled into my dripping core. He inserted another finger, pumping even faster and harder this time. Jesus. I moaned loader. My hips rolled into his mouth, desperate for more contact. I could feel it coming on. I was so close.

“F-fuck, I’m g-gonna..”

My hands found themselves tangled in the back of Toms head and one yanking at the duvet covers as I came undone into his mouth. Tom hummed in pleasure as he licked me clean.

My torso rose and fell at an unsteady pace, my arms falling to my sides. Tom rose above me and stepped out of his wrestling tights leaving him in merely his briefs, precome already staining the outside of them.

“You gonna help me, baby?”

The bed squeaked as he towered over me, a knee on either side of my thigh as I sat up. I pulled the black material down freeing his length. He grabbed my hair pulling it back in one of his hands as I held the length in mine, licking a bold line up the base of it. I took the swollen head in my mouth pumping the rest in my hand. Tom hissed at the new feeling. I tilted my head a few timed before removing it from my mouth, making a popping sound.

“You like sucking daddies dick, baby?” I hummed stroking his length.

He leaned down placing a kiss on my lips. I took him into my mouth again, taking more this time. I didn’t have a gag reflex which was a good thing when it came to things like this. I pressed my nails into the base of his balls like I knew he liked causing him to push himself further into my mouth. I squeezed my eyes closed.

“Fuck yes, princess. Do it again.” He groaned.

I complied. I knew he loved that. His length began to twitch in my mouth. I knew he was close. My actions became more swift. I dug my nails into him again. Toms eyes squeezed shut and his head rolled back. He came into my mouth, shooting his load down my throat. I moaned, swallowing and licking his length clean of the saltiness.

I watched as he came down from his high. His breath shaky. He took my face in his large hand placing a lazy kiss to my lips. His tongue brushed against my bottom lip asking for entrance to which I accepted. Our tongues moved together as one. We moved backward so that he was on top of me now with our heads on the pillows.

“I want to ride you, daddy.” I spoke in between kisses.

In one swift movement Tom had me straddling his lap again. Usually he would protest, always wanting to be the dominate one. Not tonight. I positioned him at my entrance and he wasted no time in forcefully slamming into me. He guided my waist as I began moving them up and down at a steady slow pace. Tom watched as I rolled my head back in pleasure.

He caught hold of my hips and lifted them slightly before pounding into me fast and hard. I could hear his balls smacking against my skin. I grabbed at his hands but he was too strong. His fingers dug into my skin. I threw my head back and I arched my back. The pleasure was so intense.


He kept going, his focus on showing just how dominate he could be in this position. Our moans were filling the room and I was wondering if the people above or below us were going to call down and complain about all the noise.  The bed squeaked with every hard thrust and I could hear the headboard hitting the wall. I was afraid we would have to pay for a hole in the wall pretty soon.

When he finally stopped I fell forward onto his chest, both of our breathing erratic. My eyelids feeling heavy. I felt weak. It was a wonder how neither of us had came yet. I began moving my lower body in a circular motion, rolling my hips into his.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He moaned pushing a strand of hair from my face.

I could hear Toms breathing begin to hitch in his throat. His moans becoming for frequent. He was close.

I began to bounce up and down on his length. His head moved to the side and his chest moved up and down rapidly.

“Fuck, baby stop. Stop.” He demanded.

I kept going, my motions becoming swifter. I wanted to see him come. I felt his dick twitch inside me a few times before a burst of warm thick liquid shot into me. I liked the feeling of him coming inside me. Toms eyes squeezed shit and he bit down on him bottom lip to stop himself from screaming out. I was frightened when he opened his eyes again, he was angry.

In an instant we were flipped over and Tom was on top of me. He slammed into me hard hitting my spot with each hard thrust.

“C'mon. Let go.” He growled.

I could feel the knot in my stomach beginning to form for the third time this night. Toms hand moved down in between us and rubbed circles into my clit. His other held the back of my thigh tightly to his waist. My nails scraped down his back leaving a trail of prominent red lines. I couldn’t hold on any longer.

“Fuck, fuck, fucking fuuck! Oh Tom!”

My back arched up off the mattress. Toms lips came down onto my neck and harshly sucked leaving a bruise as he rode out my orgasm.

Tom plopped down beside me on the bed, exhausted. He was sat on his side, his head propped up on his elbow. My hand found its way to the back of his head playing with his hair. We lay in the dark room in silence recovering from our rough actions. Finally I broke the silence.

“I’m sorry you didn’t win, baby.”

He snickered, “Believe me, I won.”

I giggled at his comment. Toms fingers traced the small bruises in the form of finger prints on my waist and thigh, a frown playing on his face. He’d never been that hard on me before.

“Was I too rough?” I pulled his hand away.

“No.. I liked it. It was perfect.” I reassured him, kissing at his knuckles.

It was a few minutes before he spoke again.

“You let me come inside you?” I smiled.

“It felt good. I’d do it again.” He laughed at this.

I turned to fully face him, my fingers tracing the inc of his tattooed chest. His eyes never left me. I tried to go over how to bring up what I wanted to say.

“I want to do it again.. like that.” I said barely above a whisper furrowing my brows, unable to meet the gaze I knew was still upon me.

Despite my entire body being sore and covered in love bites and bruises I liked what we did. It felt good. Fuck it was overwhelming. I had no idea he was capable of doing something like that. Tom ran his fingers up and down my arm leaving goose bumps behind. He sighed heavily. He pulled my chin up so that I was facing him again, a delicate kiss placed on my lips.

“I’d only do it with you. For you, baby.”



What Did You Just Say? (Part Five - Final)

Summary: The team has found a way to annoy Bucky, but you’re not sure what’s going on you’ve finally figured out what’s going on.

Word Count: 940

Warnings: None

A/N: ​I’d just like to thank the actual doll here, @writingruna, for helping me with the inspo for this installment. This is the last part and I just wanna thank you all for being amazing??? I honestly did not expect such a great response for this and wow you guys. Again, thank you to @bengalikutti​ for requesting this because it was SO MUCH FUN to write. Also, not my gif.

“Look, I promise this is the only time I’m gonna ask you to do this.”

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Peter Parker Doesn’t Understand Pro-Wrestling [Spiderman, 2002]

As almost anyone knows, pro-wrestling is staged. It’s not UFC. The guys aren’t trying to win, rather they are working together to put on a good show for the audience. The wrestlers certainly endure a beating, but they are essentially entertainers. There are expected roles for the wrestlers, such as the face (the fan favorite) or the heel who is meant to be disliked by the audience. We see Bonesaw, who the fans love, beating up on basically nameless opponents who he is clearly meant to beat.
The wrestling community is close knit and hard-working, even at the amateur level. There are countless guys who do it for free or get paid very little, simply for the love of the sport. So when a local venue has an opportunity for amateurs to share the ring with a big name wrestler like Bonesaw, it is like a small-time musician having the opportunity to come onstage and play the guitar alongside an established act. They recognize that is not an opportunity to try to upstage them. It is the amateur’s role to lose.
“But what about the $3,000 for three minutes?”, you might ask. Despite the action being staged, it still requires an large amount of athleticism, acting, and a high pain tolerance. The average amateur wrestler likely would not be able to put on a good three minute match with a professional like Bonesaw. And if a wrestler is good enough to match his abilities and put on a show for three minutes, $3,000 might not be a huge price to pay one-time for finding another talent like Bonesaw. Signing another wrestler like that could be very lucrative.
Peter Parker clearly doesn’t know much about wrestling, especially when comparing his costume to the other wrestlers who show up. So when he comes and sees that he has to sign a waiver, probably required by an insurane company to cover accidents, he assumes Bonesaw will actually be trying to hurt him. Peter’s expression is shocked when he watches Bonesaw simply bodyslam a wrestler, who lays there and allows it to happen. Later, he sees Bonesaw’s last opponent, who clearly has more experience than Peter based on his actual wrestling attire, screaming theatrically that he can’t feel his legs. Anyone who has ever watched wrestling would recognize this as part of the show. In the movie’s script, Bonesaw even beats up an “audience member” who calls him fake. These are both clearly stunts, as anyone except apparently Peter Parker would realize.
During his match, in a suspiciously rubbery looking “steel-cage”, we can see Bonesaw’s actual confusion when Spiderman jumps above him. He literally asks “What are you doing up there?”, as if to say “Stick to the program and wrestle me.” Rather than wrestling him and giving him something to work with, Spiderman is running away. No one pays to watch that, so Bonesaw tries to give the audience some action. Bonesaw slamming Spiderman into the cage and hitting him with the chair are nothing that any fan hasn’t seen before, and would not hurt any wrestler who knows how to absorb a hit. So imagine poor Bonesaw’s surprise when his “opponent”, who is supposed to be his supporting act, refuses to give him any material for what is essentially physical improv. Instead, the guy starts kicking him repeatedly in the chest with his train-stopping super-strength.
So imagine if you are the event manager, when the jabroni who just seriously injured your top performer, the fan’s favorite wrestler, comes up to you after his match expecting $3,000. On top of that, it’s not like Spiderman can replace Bonesaw. He has no stage presence, no charisma, weighs less than 150 pounds, and has a terrible outfit. Instead of giving the folks a show by wrestling, Spiderman just kicked the shit out of a guy who is essentially an actor.
TL;DR Spider-Man is the ultimate heel.

What people think fencing is like:

  • hair flowing, snarl, swords clashing
  • are they going to make out???
  • going off strip, backed against a wall and fighting out
  • *steals sword and puts both to throat. cocks eyebrow*
  • ~sexual tension hand shaking~

What fencing actually is like:

  • cramp CRAMP CRAMP
  • “bro do you think my skin is *supposed* to turn this color?”
  • 1000F inside all your clothes. Sweat is everywhere.
  • Least flattering sports attire after wrestling lbr
  • “seriously bro, it’s turning dark purple. No dammit it’s not a hickey”
I Won’t Let You Fall - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

She was ready to give up on herself, but one man had to let her know he was not ready to lose her, even if it meant revealing a certain secret he’d kept to himself for years. Roman Reigns/OC. Dark one-shot.

WARNING: Themes of suicide.

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I Won’t Let You Fall

Cradling a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels in her arms, Aja sat in her hotel room, intoxicated and out of her mind. She was fresh off yet another non-appearance on Monday Night Raw, live from the beautiful city of Toronto, Canada. But there was nothing beautiful about how she’d been feeling for the past several months.

She currently hated her life and everything that was in it. Her life was spiraling out of control, unraveling before her very eyes. She lost the Women’s title nearly a year ago and was yet to get it back. It was the umpteenth week in a row that Creative had made her job to some talentless hack who couldn’t wrestle her way out of a paper bag. AJ Lee, her best friend in the business, had left the company almost two years ago. Since then, the newer girls from NXT, Sasha, Charlotte and the rest, were taking over and taking her spot. She’d been walked over and left out in the cold, and it sucked ass.

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