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"You guys… I have to give you guys props." Buff Bagwell states.

"Thanks." Kazarian smiles.
"Even tho, you guys are just the modern day us." Buff smirks.
"Well…Someone has to keep the spirit alive… And the ladies occupied." Daniels smiles.
And with that The American Males and Bad Influence raised a beer and drank to that.
-Bandit (sorry I just couldn’t feel this.)


POSTED ON: 1 day ago WITH: 0 notes
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****trigger warning, contains depressive themes and addiction themes, read at your own risk****

I sat in my room crying. I wasn’t sure how much more that I could take. I was at a crossroads. I was sick of everything. I couldn’t go on sharing my husband. My baby. 

I knew it was getting the best of me too. I had fallen back into old habits-and the state was about to take custody of my twins. My twin boys. My little replicas of my wonderful husband. 
And I didn’t care. 
I had to share him with my best friend.
The Diva. The one who gave him a boy and a girl.
He could have her and them.
I’m used to living alone, and well… If Sting really cared about the sons he had with me, he would make sure the state didn’t get them, right?
But I know he dosent.  I know he would let the state get them. They came from me.
The Nitro Girl with a nasty past.
She was the perfect wrestler wife. 
I’m the perfect ring rat. 
I had to leave before it broke my heart more. 
Sting was currently hanging out with her. 
Perfect time for me to leave. 
So that’s what I do. My bags were already packed. 
I grab them and make way out of my room. Then to the front door.
"Where are you going?" I hear a voice ask. 
"Where I belong." I state, ignoring the man I married. 
"The bedroom is up stairs." He says.
"I’m… I can’t go on anymore. I’m slowly killing myself. I feel like I’m nothing to you. I’m sorry I’m not the perfect Diva who gave you the perfect boy/girl twin combo. I have to leave before I take too much and you find me dead." 
"You know that isn’t true."
"Bullshit. Shut it Steve." I seeth calling him by his birth name. "You have to make a choice. And I already know you chose her. So I’m leaving while I still have some sober thoughts left." 
"What’s going on?!" My best friend asks, coming down the stairs.
"You win. I’m leaving."
"Don’t. You’re being silly."
"Silly?! Me being silly?! No. This whole dual marriage thing is silly. It was silly to share the only man I ever loved with my best friend who has eyes for a lot of other men. So I’m leaving now. At least when I leave I don’t have to worry about my boys finding me dead with a needle in my arm. The motel staff will be responsible for that. Bye." I say, and turn the door knob. 
"Don’t leave, Princess." Sting pleads.
"Fuck you." I scream and slam the door behind me.
The cool fall air nips at my face and I smile a smile of bittersweetness. 
"Princess! Wait!" Sting calls out behind me.
"Save it, Stinger. You act like I mean something to you. If I did I would be the only one you married. Tell the boys mommy loves them." 
"This is silly."
"I’m serious, Steve. Bye." I say as I open the door to my black 1987 Trans Am. 
"I love you…"
"Your favorite wife… You shouldn’t keep her waiting." I cry and slam the door to my car. 
-Bandit (Girl, I know this imagine is way past due. And how the tides turned in our own version of this story so I just ran with an idea.)


POSTED ON: 1 day ago WITH: 3 notes
#Imagine WWE #WWE #Sting #Bandit

Anonymous asked » "Ahhh!!! THANK YOU SOOO MUCH CHRISTINE FOR WRITING THAT FOURSOME IMGAINE FOR ME!! It was perfect!! Omg I love you sooo much!!! ^______^"

You’re so welcome! I loved writing it ;)
~~Christine



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Anonymous asked » "I just read they last imagine with the usos and Roman. Can I request Christine do a part two. They get together again in a different city, she comes out to see them. Same kind of smut as last time. This is a different person then the original person who requested the first one. Hope that's cool."

Sorry. We’ve stopped doing “part twos” and “sequels” to imagines a long time ago, given the number of requests we receive and how much busier the writers have become. We (I, especially, having so many on my list) must get through imagines that are pre-existing. Therefore, I will not be able to write a sequel to that particular imagine at this time. Especially, since it’ll be the exact same plot as before.
~~Christine



POSTED ON: 1 day ago WITH: 0 notes

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“Sethieeeee” You jumped excitedly into your best friend’s arms. You hadn’t seen each other for about 3 days now, which was a lot for you so you hugged him tight. “Aaliyah!” He smiled as he held you tight. “I’ve missed you.” You pouted. “I missed you too.” He smiled and wrapped his arm around your waist. “Come on let’s go for that workout.” He continued and took you to the gym.

 

You had been best friends ever since you got to NXT. You were put together as tag team partners and were inseparable ever since. You and Seth had the most amazing friendship you could ever imagine. You had your ups and downs together, you had helped each other when needed most. The friendship was just perfect.

 

Once in the gym you started talking about it. It was almost time and the both of you were a bit nervous. “I don’t know… I’m just scared I’ll fuck something up.” You blushed a little, lifting some weights. Seth just smiled and took your weights, putting them down and cupping your cheeks. “You won’t fuck up, you’ve never fucked a match up, so you won’t do that tomorrow either.” He assured you. You just stood there, looking down at the floor. “Hay…” Seth sighed. “Promise me you’ll just do what you do best tomorrow, kick some ass, and enjoy it, okay?” “Yeah… okay I promise.” You smiled a little as you looked up at him. He smiled and kissed your forehead. “Good.” He smiled.

 

You trained the entire afternoon before going back to the hotel room you shared together. You both needed a shower. “Ladies first.” Seth smiled. “Ladies first indeed, so you go first.” You chuckled. “Hay… you see this beard?” He pouted. You just laughed and went into the bathroom, going for a quick shower and changing into your pj’s quickly. When you got out Seth went in and showered quickly as well.

 

After you both showered and had your dinner delivered to your room, you were sitting on your bed in front of the TV, watching a movie together. The entire time you thought about it. “I’m so scared…” You whispered. “Aaliyah… this is something you’ve always wanted to do. From the moment you stepped foot in NXT and got teamed up with me, this is something we’ve been wanting to do together. Our debut at Monday Night RAW, and it will be amazing. You’ll do great.” He smiled, gently squeezing your shoulder.

 

“You shouldn’t be scared… I mean our opponents are Fandingdong and Summer… We’ve got this.” He smiled. A small smile appeared on your face again and you hugged him. “Thank you, Seth. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You smiled. He hugged you back and you watched the movie together. After that you went to sleep pretty early, you didn’t wanna look like a wreck on your first day in the WWE (not that you’d get much sleep anyway).

 

The next day you got up kinda early. You and Seth had breakfast and after that you went to the arena, going through everything over and over again. Your entrance, theme, lights, match: everything.

 

Then, your moment was finally there. You shook a little from the nerves and squeezed Seth’s hand. Seth squeezed back and then your music hit, you let go of his hand and stepped out, standing on the ramp you waited for Seth who got there beside you. You exchanged a smile and ran up to the ring, jumping and clapping once you was in it. The audience didn’t really know what to think, but they cheered.

 

When Seth pinned Fandango everyone cheered for you. Summer quickly helped her little boyfriend out of the ring and you jumped into Seth’s arms, crashing your lips onto his. You didn’t even realize until a few minutes after. He had kissed back though. You pulled back, eyes wide, blushing like crazy. Seth just smirked at you and pulled you closer, reconnecting your lips as they audience went crazy.

 

—Ilja



POSTED ON: 2 days ago WITH: 17 notes
#Imagine WWE #WWE #The Shield #Seth Rollins #Ilja

Kraz here! 

Hello there beautiful followers!

It’s Kraz! 

Some of you may have noticed that i haven’t been on the blog in a while.

It is with deep regret that i’ve had to leave the blog. I don’t have any time for it anymore. With work and training.

I have enjoyed my time writing smut for you guys to read. If i ever get some free time you may randomly see my name pop up. But for the time being i’ve had to leave.

I just want to say a huge Thank you to ilja for letting me a part of it.
I started with this blog over a year ago as something to do, i love writing. Since then i have made the two best friends i could have ever asked for. (Ilja & Christine<3)

I will still, and forever, say that this blog is the best imagine blog online.

This wont be the last time you see me, give me a few years. You’ll be able to see me on Monday Night Raw :)

And one last thing, thank you to all of you amazing, horny followers! I’ve enjoyed my time writing for you! 

I love you all!

Goodbye for now!

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POSTED ON: 2 days ago WITH: 8 notes
#goodbye #imagine wwe #kraz

Anonymous asked » "What happened to Kraz? :("

I’m right here! I’m about to write a post. Bare with me..

- Kraz xoxo



POSTED ON: 2 days ago WITH: 0 notes

You couldn’t wait for tonight. Checking yourself in the mirror, you smiled at the reflection staring back. Your hair was looking fabulous, make-up looking right, your nails freshly manicured, and your body was draped in the perfect outfit. It was a nice balance between casual and sexy. You were afraid of being too ‘obvious’, but had to admit—you looked damn good. Point blank, you wanted them to notice.

You had known the guys—and by “the guys”, you meant Jey, Jimmy and Roman—for a while, now. You met them at a bar & grill, for starters, that one night WWE was in town. You didn’t watch WWE closely, but you were all eyes the moment they walked in and ordered a table. You had been with your own girls, occasionally glancing their way. To your surprise, one of the three (the one who eventually introduced himself as Jey) had his eyes on you in return. You were too shy to just get up and walk over there, the everlasting thought of rejection lingering in the back of your brain. After some internal debate, however, you sent three drinks there way, instructing the waitress to just say it was ‘From the girl with the shy smile.’ That’s when one of them waved you over, and with a wink from your girlfriends, you left them and joined the guys. They introduced themselves and vice versa. All three were cool, not to mention sinfully sexy. You assumed they were all related, based on their similarities in physical looks and tribal tattoos. You were right. They invited you to sit down, and the four of you just talked until the bar closed.

Since then, it wasn’t unusual for you to text them from time to time. You and Jimmy would trade jokes; Jey would be all in your personal life; and Roman was just… Roman, taking his time to know you all at once, it would seem. A couple nights ago, they invited you to a show. This wasn’t unusual; Jimmy often extended tickets your way, to you and your friends whenever WWE was in the city. But, what was different about it this time around? The show invite was coupled with plane tickets. They wanted you to fly out to their city, enjoy RAW from the skybox and then spend some time afterwards with them.

Like you would turn down something like that.

So, after cheering your lungs out for them during the show, you were taken straight to their locker room to travel out with them. Your leather leggings fit to your legs like second skin, and you weren’t blind to Jey’s stares. Roman escorted you out with his hand lingering at the small of your back, while Jimmy walked and talked. The plan was to catch a simple movie back at the hotel. That was cool with you, because you had a gut feeling that not much movie watching would be going on to begin with.

“Scoot over,” you said, hours later. You were nestled in between muscled, gorgeous bodies. Jey had lost his shirt, lying in front of you on his stomach; Roman was reclined back against the couch with a tank top and basketball shorts on, legs wide open, you sitting on the floor in between them; and Jimmy had his arm draped around your waist, lying right next to you. One of the Iron Man movies played—you couldn’t care less which one it was. You pressed your feet against Jey’s ribs, laughing. “I said, scoot over. I’m trying to get comfortable.”

“Don’t put your feet on me, girl,” Jey joked, grabbing your ankle. You tried pushing him again with your pedicured toes, only for Jey to flip up suddenly and tickle the underside of your feet. Your legs flew up in the air, laughing your ass off. You didn’t know when, but the atmosphere in the room changed. Lust filled the room like someone had flipped a light switch. Jey was leaned over you, his hands ‘tickling’ up and down your thighs, moving up to your sides. You didn’t notice it at first, but Roman and Jimmy had both stopped watching the movie. You saw Jey bending down, slowly, until his lips met yours. And that’s when the explosion of desire took place, affecting the other men in the room.

“Take her to the room, man,” you heard Roman say. Suddenly, Jey was pulling you up into his arms, carrying you like you weighed nothing into the bedroom. You didn’t have time to consider that it was dimly lit, hiding the wine, the strawberries and a row of adult toys sitting aside—all for your pleasure. Jey dropped you down onto the bed, reaching for your leggings and pulling them down slow. Jimmy climbed onto the bed, taking off your shirt. Leaving you only in your bra and panties.

Jimmy sat you up, stroking your body while Jey leaned over to grab the bowl of strawberries and whipped cream. He traced your lips with a strawberry before feeding it to you, leaning down to kiss the cream off. “So good,” he whispered. With the two of them catering to you, you wondered where Roman was; your eyes searched for him, eventually finding him standing by the bedroom door. His eyes locked on your body. The twins noticed where you were looking, and each of them chuckled.

“Roman, he shy. He like to watch before he play,” Jimmy whispered. He lifted your head up to his, being the second to kiss you. You moaned, at first, for him, until you felt Jey pouring cool liquid onto your body. You could smell it, the wine. It was pouring down the middle of your breasts, to your belly button, where Jey was licking it up like the thirstiest man alive. Your bra became loose in the next moment, realizing Jimmy was the one undressing you. You heard footsteps coming closer until they disappeared, and replaced the sound of a vibrator whirring. Roman was bending down on the bed, finally joining his cousins in torturing your body. He lightly pushed Jey aside in order to get rid of your panties, thrusting his fingers first into your pussy. You gasped into Jimmy’s mouth, looking at Roman as he stroked his fingers. A small smirk on his face; he licked his lips, eyes falling down to your perked nipples. He lowered his head to lick and suck on them, doing double damage.

“Move,” came Jey’s hushed voice. Roman’s fingers were gone and the vibrator replaced them. You threw your head back, moaning as Roman assaulted your nipples and Jey played between your legs. Jimmy was still behind you; his mouth keeping yours busy, playing with your tongue. Your body hummed from all the attention, growing wetter with the need for more.

“Turn her around,” Jimmy said suddenly, after pulling his mouth off of yours. Roman and Jey pulled back just to do so, turning you so that you were on your knees and hands before Jimmy. He reclined back, pulling himself out of his shorts, letting you see him for the first time. You licked your lips, needing no other direction. You took him in one hand and lowered your head, your tongue wetting him up before sliding him into your mouth. You felt the toy being pressed in and out of you, until feeling a thick tongue behind you. Soaking up your juices like a sponge. You sucked Jimmy harder and pushed your hips back against whoever it was eating you out, causing a round of moans to fill the room.

“Yeah… suck that dick, baby girl” Jey said, confirming that it was Roman with his tongue buried in you. He licked you slower whenever you paused in bobbing up and down on Jimmy. Jey ran the vibrator up your breasts and around, wiping your juices all over you. “You can’t cum if you don’t suck Jimmy good enough,” he whispered. “Roman gonna make sure of that.”

You put work into it; the faster you went, the faster Roman went at you. You concentrated hard on Jimmy, but it was even harder not to quiver and shake with Roman behind you. If you hadn’t had a dick in your mouth, you would be speaking tongues.

Jimmy was done as your tongue flicked his tip, and suddenly, you found yourself yanked across the bed. Jey had gotten rid of his shorts and was ready for his turn. Roman stood back to wipe his mouth, but walked around to where your head rested. While Jey was sliding into you, Roman stroked himself through his shorts and then pulled himself out, lifting your head to guide your mouth where it needed to be.

“Ohh shhiiit, she’s good,” Roman groaned, keeping his hand on the back of your head.

“Hell yeah, she tight as hell,” Jey whispered in agreement, digging his nails into your thighs.

You stroked him with your tongue, giving him the same attention you gave Jimmy. Needing to concentrate as Jey began to rock you, pumping himself in and out of your body with increased passion and intensity. Jimmy played with your breasts as you, Roman and Jey filled the room with grunts and moans. The pleasure your body undertook was absolutely unreal. Roman pulled your head forward until he was buried deep in your throat and Jey pounded you. At the same time, they got their release, filling your body with their hot seed.

Both men slid out of you. Jimmy disappeared into the bathroom and came back with towels. Roman took one from him, taking the time to clean the mess between your thighs. Once they got themselves, situated, you laid your head down onto the pillow and smiled up at them. Innocently asking, “Which one of y’all shares the bed with me?”

All three smirked at each other. They pulled their shorts back up and all three climbed down in the bed, nestling your little body in between theirs with not a single problem.

 

~~Christine xx I got a little carried away with this one. Anyone who knows me, knows I can’t resist these boys ;)



POSTED ON: 2 days ago WITH: 29 notes
#Imagine WWE #WWE #Roman Reigns #The Usos #Christine

You were driving back to the hotel after a Smackdown taping.  It felt really lonely with your boyfriend in the car with you.  Unfortunately, Wade Barrett got injured during a live show and would be out for a long time to recover.  He wanted you to stay on the road, not wanting to sacrifice your career for his.  He didn’t want you to lose your spot for him.  It’s been six months since then and you missed him deeply.  You wanted to hear his voice giving bad news, wanted his arms around you, wanted to snuggle up to his tall body.  You pull up to the hotel, parked the car and walked toward the entrance with your bags in hand.  When you go to the front desk for your room number, you notice that you have a roommate, but all you see are question marks.  The person up front told you that your roommate is already in the room and hands you the second key.  You ask for a name, and they don’t tell you due to policy.  You approach the room, trying to figure out who the person was.  You slowly slide the card in the slot, waiting for the bulb to turn green.  Once it did, you slowly entered the room, which was pitch black.  You turned on the switch nearby, and you froze where you stood.  There on the bed was none other than Wade.
 
“I bet you were expecting someone else.  Well I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news.” he said with a wide grin on his face.  You smiled brightly and jumped on the bed, your arms around his waist and your head on his chest.  You were so happy, he’s back.  You won’t be lonely anymore.

-Kristin(Was running out of time, plus I was tired and stressed from work.)
You were driving back to the hotel after a Smackdown taping.  It felt really lonely with your boyfriend in the car with you.  Unfortunately, Wade Barrett got injured during a live show and would be out for a long time to recover.  He wanted you to stay on the road, not wanting to sacrifice your career for his.  He didn’t want you to lose your spot for him.  It’s been six months since then and you missed him deeply.  You wanted to hear his voice giving bad news, wanted his arms around you, wanted to snuggle up to his tall body.  You pull up to the hotel, parked the car and walked toward the entrance with your bags in hand.  When you go to the front desk for your room number, you notice that you have a roommate, but all you see are question marks.  The person up front told you that your roommate is already in the room and hands you the second key.  You ask for a name, and they don’t tell you due to policy.  You approach the room, trying to figure out who the person was.  You slowly slide the card in the slot, waiting for the bulb to turn green.  Once it did, you slowly entered the room, which was pitch black.  You turned on the switch nearby, and you froze where you stood.  There on the bed was none other than Wade.
 
“I bet you were expecting someone else.  Well I’m afraid I’ve got some bad news.” he said with a wide grin on his face.  You smiled brightly and jumped on the bed, your arms around his waist and your head on his chest.  You were so happy, he’s back.  You won’t be lonely anymore.

-Kristin(Was running out of time, plus I was tired and stressed from work.)



POSTED ON: 2 days ago WITH: 7 notes
#Imagine WWE #WWE #Wade Barrett #Kristin

You were one of the many new second generation Divas that seemed to take over the WWE at the moment. You were the daughter of everyone’s favorite asshole- Dave Batista. Your name was Electra, and you meant business.

One day your dear old dad pissed you off so you decided to play that game as well. You dated your dad’s least favorite person- Randy Orton. You just knew it would piss daddy off. That thought thrilled you. 
So you walked up to Mr. Orton and told him that you were now going out.
Randy didn’t seem to appreciate that idea much but he went a long with it… Just to piss your father off. 
So you and Randy date a little bit, ad you knew your father was getting pissed off. You and Randy both took pride in that. 
But then you guys really felt a spark… You guys actually really liked eachother! You guys really loved eachother.
-Bandit. (sorry… I’m like really bad with using people’s OCS-especially diva ones)


POSTED ON: 2 days ago WITH: 3 notes
#Imagine WWE #WWE #Batista #Randy Orton #Bandit

It was a beautiful mid summer’s night. The air was warm, but not too hot, and not too cold. It was a perfect 75 degrees Fahrenheit and a slight breeze was whispering thru the air in an ever so calming way. The stars were out and twinkling and it could be said that it was a perfect night.

You were sitting at an outside table at the city’s most popular Italian restaurant, sitting across from your date, who you thought was the most perfect man with his brown hair. Your date was the son of Vince and Linda McMahon, and the older brother of Stephanie. Your date was no other than Shane McMahon.

You two have been dating for quite some time now and you both felt in love with each other. He wanted to take you on a simple, but romantic date. You were gladly on board, and even wore a nice new dress.

You two both ordered the same dish of spaghetti and meatballs, served with a glass of fresh lemonade.

“We should try to do the whole Lady in the Tramp thing.” He suggests.

You giggle and nod your head.

“We should try that, shouldn’t we?”

“What are you waiting for?” He asks, after about five minutes of stalling.

“I… I don’t know.” You stutter.

Shane twirls a strand of pasta and puts one end in his mouth, and motions for you to do the same.

So you do the same, and oddly enough, it worked, even tho it was a bit awkward, kissing with pasta in the mouth.

After dinner and dessert were over, Shane states he’s going back to his hotel room.

“I’m going back to my hotel. You should really come with me. I think it would be a good choice on your part.”

“Alright.” You smirk and follow him into his car.

Once you get to the hotel, the “do not disturb sign” was instantly put on the door and you two got down to have some sex.

-Bandit (Sorry, but I do not write detailed sex.)



POSTED ON: 2 days ago WITH: 2 notes
#Imagine WWE #WWE #Shane McMahon #Bandit

You didn’t go out to clubs or bars often. It wasn’t really your thing. You were perfectly fine with staying inside, hanging out on the couch—having a ménage-a-trios with sugary junk food and your favorite television shows. But, it was WrestleMania weekend. You were in town with your boyfriend, Dean Ambrose, for the biggest show of the year. And, of course, it was New Orleans. The reputation of the city preceded itself. You were secretly looking forward to going out and living life on the town.

The dance floor was packed with grinding bodies and the bar loaded with thirsty patrons. You watched with interest as the night unraveled before your very eyes. Your boyfriend was in the process of swallowing down shot after shot of Tequila, while his friends were combating the attention of pretty girls in tight clothes. You stood awkwardly as Dean began to chat with a guy you met earlier, Antonio Cesaro. Since the start of the night, you hadn’t left Dean’s side except to dance to a few songs, but now your stiletto heels were starting to get the best of you and you felt you needed a quick hair and make-up check. That is what you told Dean after tapping his shoulder and stepping away from him. Pain shooting through your ankles and calves slowed down your walk. On your way to the bathroom, however, you felt a hand swiftly go underneath your dress and grab your ass.

You turned around, expecting that Dean had caught up and was trailing behind you. Your eyes widened, finding that it wasn’t your loveable jerk but it was some other jerk you didn’t even know.

“Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” In less than ten seconds, you were turned 180 degrees hotter than before. The jerk smirked, opening his arms out as if he were inviting you to make a move.

“Oh, come on baby, don’t play hard to get…” he said, his voice not only lustful but arrogant.

Your jaw clicked, furious. “I’m not playing. You need to back off and keep your hands to yourself!”

“What the fuck is this?” A voice from behind you caused a pause in the scene. Your heart beat slightly faster, recognizing Dean’s voice. He pulled you aside and got in the guy’s face. “You put your hands on my girl?”

The jerk’s expression changed from arrogant to scared, like he was a second away from shitting his pants. He stepped back so Dean wasn’t in his personal space. Dean got right back in it, his face reddened from anger. He shoved the violator into the bar counter. “You wanna touch someone? Touch me, you son of a bitch.”

You were scared. You couldn’t let Dean get into a fight, not forty-eight hours before WrestleMania. It would likely bring negative press on the company and on Dean himself. He didn’t look like he cared one way or another, but it was your job to care. You pulled at Dean’s arms, thankful to have assistance from Antonio. He yanked at the arm his friend held but turned around to face you, turning his irritation in your direction.

“What?! Stop pulling at me, that jackass touched you!” he yelled.

“Dean, stop,” you urged, having to yell over the music. “Forget it, let’s just leave.”

“Fuck no, not until I handle this guy!”

Starting to get irritated, you yelled, “I can handle myself!”

“Yeah, it shows,” he said sarcastically.

“Excuse me? No, this isn’t going to happen. I’m ready to go. Now, Dean.”

He groaned in annoyance but allowed you to pull him toward the exit. He was tense the entire ride back to the hotel; you could tell he was in a foul mood. Was he mad at you? Likely. Did you care? Somewhat. But, you had gotten what you wanted—Dean was safe and out of trouble.

Knowing this didn’t make you prepared for the argument to come in the hotel room.

“Y/N, what were you thinking?” Dean asked. You were bent over, taking off your heels as the question came. Your head turned to the side, eyes on him.

“I was thinking that I didn’t want you getting into a fight. I was thinking about not getting thrown out, not getting in trouble at your job, thinking about avoiding lawsuits,” you answered plainly.

He gave you a look, not appreciating the tone in which you addressed his question. “Why the fuck did you pull me away from that asshole? It made me look weak.”

You huffed, throwing your shoes down. “You don’t fight people to show strength! It takes more strength to walk away and be the better man.”

“Oh, so you’re the expert on what makes a man a man? You have no idea, Y/N, so don’t try to talk down to me like I’m an idiot. This…” Dean punched his palm so hard it made you jump. “…would’ve made me feel like the better man. Putting that son of a bitch in his place would’ve made me feel like the better man!”

You stared at him in disbelief, not understanding his anger. “I’m not talking to you like an idiot, but apparently, it’s okay for you to do so. Just… get over it. I’m done talking about the club.”

You had started to walk toward the bathroom when Dean blocked the way. Hands on your hips, you glared at him. “Get out of my way,” you demanded.

“What? You don’t think I handled it in a manly way?” Dean asked, his tone mocking. You were about to say something, until he grabbed your arms and yanked you down onto the bed. “I’ll handle you in a manly way.”

You spoke through gritted teeth. “Like hell you well.”

A smirk crossed his face. You knew better than to test him, but he was about to remind you why.

His hands wrestled at your dress, breaking the zipper in the process of trying to get it off. It fell to the floor, a crumpled mess. His jeans and shirt soon joined the puddle on the floor, along with his boxers and your panties. He jerked himself a couple of times before sliding into your wet heat, grunting out how tight you were. He didn’t stop to wait for your walls to adjust, but you couldn’t begin to care. The mixture of pain and pleasure spiraling through your body felt indescribable. All you could do was grind your hips beneath his and bite through the intensity.

“You like it, baby?” Dean asked lustfully. Not waiting on a response, he grabbed a handful of hair and yanked it to the side, taking your neck into his teeth and lapping at it with his tongue. “Mmm, yeah, you fuckin’ like it. You’re so wet for me…” he moaned out.

You cried out from the pleasure, unable to keep control of it anymore. Your thighs shook as he pumped in between them; your nails leaving long red marks like cat slashes down the length of his back. “Dean! Ooh god! J-just like that, baby!”

Dean scraped his bottom teeth against your neck, pulling your hair harder as his hips moved furiously now, rough and fast. “What was that, baby? Can’t hear you!”

“Dean!! Don’t stop!!” You screamed, desperate. Your body tightened in anticipation of that sweet release. And when you did, you popped like a cork out of champagne bottle—your hips shot off the bed, bucking hard into his. His grunts were getting deeper and more rhythmic against your neck; his thrusts becoming jagged and unfocused.

“God damn. So fucking tight, so wet,” he moaned, tonging your neck. He hiked your leg up higher and dug his nails into your thigh, giving you a few more thrusts until he emptied himself inside of you. Dean pulled out of you, tracing the bite mark he left on your skin. He rolled onto his back, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

“You’re mine, Y/N…. Next time, you better let me prove that,” he said breathlessly. You had no argument about that this time, and if so, your boyfriend wouldn’t have any trouble proving it to you.

 

~~Christine



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Looking for Writers! 

Hay guys, at the moment we’re looking for about 10 - 15 new writers that will be able to write for us every week. The blog has grown a lot the past 6 months, so we could really use some more writers. So if you enjoy writing and have spare time, this is your chance to shine!
 
However there’s a few things you need to consider:
1. Do I have time to write imagines a week?
We’ve had a history of applications that were really good, but once they were accepted, they never wrote (perhaps disappeared off the face of the earth) and thus removed from the team. 
2. Do I watch WWE/am I up to date?
We get a lot of imagines the revolve around recent events in the WWE. So it would be nice if you know at least a little something about the superstars/divas we get requests about. 
3. Do I enjoy writing/do I write proper English?
If you don’t enjoy writing then there’s no point in you applying in the first place because you won’t be writing the imagines with passion. Also, please make sure your English is OK when you apply! We’re not saying it has to be perfect, but we sure want good grammar. 
4. Be comfortable with writing sex/smut.
Yes, smut. From all the imagines we get, let’s say 90% of them involve sex/smut. So if you’re not comfortable writing that then there’s not really that much we can give you to write!
So, do you think you’re ready for this? Then this is what you’ll have to do:
1. Write this imagine. At least 500 words. It is up to you how you write it, what happens before, what happens after. Just show us what you got. The imagine: 
"You were Roman Reigns’ little sister and thanks to him you made it into the WWE. However you started to fall for his team mate and best friend: Seth Rollins. Seth like you too. You tried to keep your and Seth’s relationship a secret from everyone else. You didn’t want your brother to find out because you knew he’d get mad. But soon Dean found out and Roman followed soon after when he walked in on you two having sexy time…"
2. Tell us why you should be a writer.
This part tells a lot about someone’s personality, which is good for us to know before we allow you on the team.
3. Send it to imaginewwe@outlook.com and wait for a reply (We remain very busy, but we try to respond within 1 - 3 days).
PLEASE READ THE ABOVE CAREFULLY AND ONLY APPLY IF YOU MATCH THE THINGS WE’RE LOOKING FOR!


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Anonymous asked » "Has there been no Sami Zayn imagines? Because there isn't a link for them ^_^"

There aren’t many imagines featuring him, but we have just added a link. :)



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