Okay, so this came to me earlier and like… I’m thinking that at least, I’ll post it and share it here with all my lovely Baron’s Bitches… I think it’s gonna be a mini series, it might wind up being a full fledged fanfiction, who knows really?
I wanna thank everyone who encouraged me on this, there were so many of you and it meant the world to me!!
I originally just wanted to write A/O smut but somewhere along 1k and 2k words this kind of just evolved beyond that? So no smut right now, but loooots of sexual tension and such.
eventually rough sex, !Alpha Baron x !Omega Reader, biting/marking, talks of alpha omega dynamics ( things like reader having a heat cycle, Baron knotting reader at some point, etc) and pretty much anything that comes to me. I’ll update the warnings as needed.
I looked up from
fixing my ring gear to find Baron standing there, again, those dark
eyes roaming all over me. Swallowing hard, I tried to ignore the
speeding up of my heart’s rhythm or the way my knees started to
weaken like they always seemed to or the way I went from totally fine
to dripping wet mess in literally .0000 seconds under his gaze.
I feigned annoyance
at his appearance although if anything, I was curious.
muttered, my eyes finally holding his for exactly six seconds. He
stepped slowly into my private dressing area and I heard the click of
the lock behind him.
“Shane said you
gotta walk me down to the ring tonight.”
“Oh joy.. Just
what I wanted for Christmas.” I gave a roll of my eyes and bit down
on my lower lip even though my thighs were clenching even more now at
the thought of it. He moved closer, staring down at me.
“Can you stop
that?” I asked as his hands smoothed over the crooked halo sitting
in my hair, swatting at his large and rough hands. “Look, I’ve
been leaving you alone. That is what you practically yelled at me for
an entire plane to hear that you wanted, right? Now I’m gonna do
the same. Get the fuck out of my dressing room. Don’t look at me,
don’t talk to me outside whatever this thing Shane and Daniel are
up to, don’t even breathe on me.. Are we clear?” I
demanded as I found myself body to body with him.
I stepped back and
he continued to look at me, I honestly think he was a little shocked
that I was being as nasty to him as he had been to me since I’d
gotten called up to the main roster. Becky spoke up from the doorway
behind us, her throat clearing.
“A delivery guy
bought these by for ya, ___. Looks like somebody’s got ‘erself a secret admirer!” she stepped in, holding a bouquet of
deep red roses and a box wrapped in red and silver paper. I eyed the
box and then my best friend but Becky was shrugging. “Dere’s no
name on da card.”
“Probably a joke.
Just sit ‘em on that counter or something, I’ll open ‘em
later.” I shrugged the whole thing off and Becky eyed Baron and
then nodded at me. “Everything okay?”
Jerkiness was just leaving.. Weren’t you, Baron?” my tone was icy
even though I winced at the way the words came out and it killed me
to talk harsh to the man I’d chosen to be my mate, the only man I
ever wanted to be claimed by.. But every time I had to be around him,
it felt like I was ripping my own heart out and being in some kind of
weird and plotless gimmick with him like I was lately, well..
I was stressed and
hurting and I couldn’t be around him, okay?
I couldn’t do it.
Baron’s hand closed around my wrist and I jerked it free not even a
split second later. “There is no actually. You said what you needed
to, you can go now.” I bit my lip as I stared up at him solemnly,
fingers twisting the curl at the end of my hair.
something I couldn’t make out and slammed the door behind him
quietly. I winced but I reminded myself that it was better this way.
He wasn’t ever meant to be my mate, obviously.. And even though
pretty much all the Alpha males I worked around were happily mated, I
wasn’t so low confidence that I was in some despair I’d never
find the Alpha who’d want me and not see being mated or my feelings
as a messy inconvenience.
I wasn’t going to
just sit around, pining for him either. Because that wasn’t fair to
me and it wasn’t who I was.
… you didn’t
have to be such a bitch…
… he missed out…
now you’re leaving him alone, like he wanted and suddenly, he’s
everywhere you happen to be?…
Shoving the long
running mental dilemma out of my mind, I picked up the roses and the
red and silver box, reading the card on the roses first, licking my
lips slowly at the words as my fingertips played with the necklace
that had been my ‘secret santa’ gift from the night before.
… the handwriting
on these gift cards is different… I bit my lip in thought and I
grabbed my gear bag, digging around until I found the card that the
necklace I currently wore came in.
And it was
different, the first card was neater, there was heavy baring down on
the pen in some places.. It looked like whoever had written it and
copied lines from my favorite poem in the inside had taken a lot of
The second card
looked, well.. Spur of the moment, desperate.. There was a certain
begging undertone in the words and it wasn’t signed like the first.
The first one had
simply been signed, “Hopefully yours.”
The second one was
signed, “Yours.” and it was almost like the sender was confident,
like he was declaring that he was mine.. Or that I was his or
I pursed my lips,
rolling my eyes in annoyance at myself. Both packages were probably a
joke anyway, I didn’t really put much stock in someone romantically
pursuing me because there were so few unmated Alphas on our roster.
And all the ones who were, well.. They had their eyes on someone, at
least according to locker room gossip.
Baron fumed and
punched at another wall, glaring angrily at the men around him. One
of them dared to send her a necklace. It was their subtle way of
‘stating intent’ and the Lone Wolf didn’t like it, not one bit.
His eyes narrowed as
they settled on the other men.
you, Corbin?” Jack Swagger was smirking and Baron let a low growl
fall from his lips but he bit his tongue and snapped calmly,
“Nothing. Just thinking how good it’s gonna feel to beat the
living hell out of Ziggler tonight.”
Jack eyed him with a
raised brow but Baron glared at him and the conversation dropped and
Baron’s thoughts went back to her and that necklace sitting around
her neck… Whoever gave it to her was seriously delusional, thinking
she’d be wowed by some white gold chain with a shooting star
He smirked to
himself.. The necklace he’d sent her… That was the one she’d
really like.. Because it was her favorite style, – choker, and it
had a guitar pick from her favorite band as the charm. It was more
her than some expensive necklace with a diamond shaped like a
… and all the
‘observation’ all the ‘knowing’ your mate in the world… How
does it help when she suddenly wants nothing
to do with you, hmm? You shouldn’t have pushed her away so
much… The thought was weighing heavily on his mind and he found
He stood and as if
he were on autopilot, he found himself standing outside of her
private dressing room for the second time that night, her sweet and
seductive scent filling his nose as he watched her opening the ‘gift’
from him, another Motley Crue t shirt and the necklace he’d had
made for her…
His own way of
‘marking her’.. for now.
He’d had to do
I tore away the
paper from the small and slim box and I bit my lip as I pulled the
black paper out of the box and held up the t shirt. The choker
wrapped up inside hit the countertop with a hollow thud and I picked
it up, studying it.
For a split second…
I was back sitting in the 5th row from the back at the
last Motley Crue concert with my father. I bit my lip and held the
choker up to my neck, looking at the guitar pick.. It was the actual
one that Nikki Sixx used. And that meant that whoever had given me
this necklace had either been at the concert or they had
… this has to
be some kind of weird joke…
… you are kind
of in that feud with Eva Marie on Twitter…
…. but she’d
just come at you, she wouldn’t sneak around and play mind games and
make you think that two guys are into you… Besides, both of
you knew that personal lives were off limits and that the twitter
thing was just to generate hype from the fans for your feud..
I held the t shirt
up and gave a soft gasp. I had a shirt exactly like it, but I’d
gotten into a brawl backstage with Eva Marie and she’d ripped it.
I’d gotten it at the concert too. My father had actually bought it
for me and gotten the band to sign it somehow. Whoever had given me
this necklace and the roses and the shirt hadn’t done that, but
there was this hastily scrawled explanation on a piece of paper in
the box and I read it.
“ Saw you
crying when your other shirt got ripped. Figured if it meant that
much to you, I could replace it. Sorry it’s not signed or
anything.” – I
twisted a curly strand of hair around my fingertip and I leaned
against the counter.
Eva Marie was apologizing? We had been carried away that night, we
were both just excited to be getting an actual angle at the time,
she’d been frustrated by her weeks of playing ‘no show’ and I
was fed up with the bullshit dark matches or being the loser in a
… it’s not
like it was a rare shirt… anybody could’ve gotten it… most
likely, Eva did because she kind of knew why the shirt was so
important to you, how your dad died not even a week later and it was
the last thing you did with him, was go to that concert and then some
rally at his old MC….
throat clearing from the doorway had me tensing all over and I wasn’t
sure why, but as soon as Baron stepped into the room, I stood
blocking the roses and the box’s contents, my arms crossed as I
looked up at him. “You again..”
gotta go down to the ring now. Or did you just get so caught up in
whatever all this is,” Baron nodded to the vase and the box behind
my back as he continued, “That you completely forgot?”
clenched my jaw and grumbled. “I’m gonna change shirts.”
you’re wearin my shirt. You’re supposed to be my valet,
remember?” Baron almost sounded like he was whining and I laughed
at myself mentally for even entertaining the thought. I turned on my
heels and shrugged, sliding off his merch shirt and aiming it at my
gear bag while picking up the Motley Crue t shirt. “I’m more
than just a valet, your valet.. besides, Baron, we both know that you
honestly don’t want me around…
I’m just giving you what you were screaming at me you wanted…
remember? Or did Ziggler actually rattle those brains in your last
match against him, hmm? So honestly, it shouldn’t matter whose t
shirt I am or am not wearing.”
As I slid the other
shirt on, my back turned to him, I could have sworn I heard him
gasping a little, saw him licking his lips a little in the mirror.
There was a lust filled look in his dark brown eyes for the split
second that mine met his and then he finally stopped staring at me
and he spoke..
“I was an..”
“A dickhole? An
asshead? A jerkoff? Any of those work.” I replied, blatantly
keeping my eyes trained on the choker in my hands, on turning my
other necklace, the shooting star one I’d gotten from my ‘secret
santa’ the night before, so that the clasp wasn’t hanging down in
I didn’t even
realize he’d stepped up behind me until he fastened the choker
around my neck. “Looks handmade.”
“Mhmm.” I mused,
my skin heating to a boil all over under his fingertips as he pressed
himself even closer against me from behind. “Whoever gave you this
must know you pretty well.”
“Or it’s some
kind of apology from Eva Marie.. I mean she was the reason my last
shirt like this got ripped.”
Baron chuckled and
there was something about the look in his eyes when mine finally met
them.. This smirk, the one that both turned me on and infuriated me
was there.. Did he know something about either gift?
“What surprises me
is how the one person knew I’ve been eyeing that shooting star
necklace for weeks now. Or that I’m into that kinda stuff.
Or how this person, if it wasn’t Eva, even knew I cried
about the shirt being ripped and got me another..” my teeth grazed
my lip and for a few seconds, he just stared at me. “Anyway.. we
need to get down to the ring, get this over with.” I trailed off,
stepping around him and skipping out the door of my dressing room.
I could feel his
eyes on my body from behind for at least two minutes before his music
hit and we had to walk down together and I felt my skin burning
beneath the intent gaze.
As I stood on the
ring apron, holding the ropes for Baron, my eyes met the baby blues
of none other than Baron’s opponent –and real life enemy from
what I’ve heard, Dolph Ziggler. And Dolph winked at me, taking
walking him down to the ring, even when he treats you like you’re
I bit my lip,
shuffling my feet. What the actual fuck was Ziggler doing? This
wasn’t in the script. His fingertip reached out, it hooked on the
thin white gold chain with the diamond shooting star and he stared at
me a few seconds, licking his lips. “You deserve better.”
And down he went
when Baron growled and lunged, taking him down to the mat with a
chair he’d grabbed from beneath the ring. I slipped out of the
ring, watching the match intently.
Dolph’s words and
the way he acted just before the beginning of the match both struck
me as odd and I think that I spent over ninety nine percent of the
match just puzzling out what he’d been up to while also trying to
figure out who in the hell was sending me all these gifts lately.
I fanned myself and
grumbled.. One of the worst things about being an Omega in
heat is that everything feels a thousand times hotter and you’re
all caught up in your horomones and you’d lay down for anything or
anyone who presented themselves.. It’s like you completely lose all
control when your heat cycle starts.
And all I could keep
picturing was earlier, when Baron was sliding the choker onto my neck
and pressed against me. I crossed my legs, clenched my thighs
There was no way
in hell I was going to resort back to all my feelings for a man
who couldn’t want me less if he tried. I had more respect for
myself than that.
… tonight you
could go out, you could fuck him out of your system…
another man touch you is NOT an option!….
… as if you
could replace Baron anyway. The heart wants what it wants.. And
unfortunately, your stupid and stubborn heart wants that jerk…
there’s just always been something about him…. And just going
out, getting laid, it won’t be as satisfying…
… but if you
keep ‘saving yourself’ for the jerk, you’ll waste away… he
doesn’t want you and he couldn’t want you any less if he tried…
The show had only
just ended and I caught up with Becky and Naomi outside in the
parking garage, my eyes darting around everywhere as I quickly lit up
a cigarette and took a long and hopefully calming exhale, leaning
against a column.
“I thought you
were quitting?” Naomi eyed the cigarette and I grumbled, shrugging.
“If I don’t do something, I swear to God above I will go back
into the building and give that man these hands. Did you guys see
what he did when Dolph asked me if I wanted to go for a fucking
coffee? I mean yeah, I get that he doesn’t want me. I get that..
And I’m leaving him the hell alone. Why the literal fucking hell
can he not do the same now, hmm?”
Naomi giggled and
Becky was nodding directly over my shoulder.
I felt the pack of
cigarettes being slid out of my jacket and I heard them hit the side
of the dumpster with a small thud. I turned around and glared right
up into those damned intoxicating dark eyes, the feverish feeling
racing through my veins again, my thighs going back into insta ache
mode when I started to clench them all over.
… he doesn’t
… but I waaaant
… you really
need to move on…
…. you’re in
heat, of course he’s going to look a thousand times more appealing
to you now and this giving up on pursuit idea is going to feel like
the shittiest one ever, but… it is for the best. He embarassed you…
on a plane full of people…
Baron’s smirk told
me that he was well aware of my predicament and that only made me
angrier at myself. Everybody’s got that one person that they cannot
control themselves.. Why the fuck does he have to be mine?
“You must want
to die tonight.” I fumed as I gave him a dark and angry glare,
crossing and recrossing my arms over my chest, suddenly aware of just
how soft and thin this black t shirt my secret santa gave me earlier
and just how clingy it was. But suddenly, under the roaming eyes of
Baron Corbin, I was acutely aware of just how clingy my shirt was and
how thin it seemed.
jutted out and it rolled slowly over his lips. And naturally my eyes
followed the movement.
“You? Hurt me?”
he started to laugh aloud and I swore, turning on my heels to storm
away, not in the mood for his shit at the moment. He caught up to me,
grabbing my wrist, stopping my walk.
“You fucked up my
night!” I whined, lightly stomping my feet as I glared up at him
Baron leaned down,
his lips dangerously close to mine as he spoke.
“I was doing you a
“You were being a
I tore my wrist out
of his grip and stormed over to my Challenger, getting in and
starting it before he could come over. As I drove, I wiped at my eyes
because as frustrated as I was, I just wanted to break down, I wanted
Just got back from my ride! It was a really good ride, except I left my stupid memory card for my camera at home -__- and I really wanted to take pics at this one spot! It was a bit windy and pretty cold tonite. Also made a stop at work and kicked it with Chris, Shoeb, and Brett. Shoeb trying to board slide a curb by work shall be continued tomorrow nite! Tomorrow morning I shall ride again! ahahaha