. ݁₊ ⊹ plot: you join your friend (with benefits), rob van dam, for a late-night, private stretching and flexibility session, curious to see how he keeps limber and agile. but some point into the night, he introduces beginner-friendly… toys… under the guise of the routine!!
. ݁₊ ⊹ notes: day 6 with rvd, the whole fuckin’ show!! now this actually made me feel a little something when i was reading the outline i made for this one… also also, you do know that rob was planning to give you more personal “training” in this (don’t want to give any specific spoilers), so it is not non-con or dub-con!!!
rob’s home gym was nearly silent, faint creaks of the thick gym mat underneath his feet the only sound. you stepped in cautiously, heart pounding in anticipation. rob had told you he’d be happy to show you how he’s so deft, but he also said there’d be a little… surprise… sometime during the session, and you were so nervous. but, he said he’d stop if you wanted whatever was going to happen to stop immediately, so that eased your nerves just the tiniest bit. anyway, rob was already stretching on the mat, his long limbs folding effortlessly into positions you could only dream of. his head tilted, an amused smile tugging at his lips, as he realized you’d made it. “finally decided to join me, huh?”, he teased, eyes glinting.
you swallowed anxiously, your fingers curling at your side. “i… i wanted to see how you do it…!”, you admitted softly, cheeks flushing. he grinned and patted the mat beside him. “come on then. let’s see what you’ve got.” you put your gym bag down near the door, took off your sneakers, and sat on the mat he had beside him. you started to mirror his stretches, feeling his gaze tracking your movements, lingering on every shift of muscle and subtle tremor.
his hands were on you before you could overthink it—firm, warm, everywhere. “you’re tense.”, he murmured, thumbs digging into the knots in your shoulders, working you loose with a pressure that bordered on filthy. his fingers slid down your spine, pausing just above the curve of your ass, and you jerked, a whimper escaping. “eaaasy.”, he chuckled, breath hot against your ear. “gotta learn to relaaax into it.” his voice dropped, a dark promise. “especially if you wanna play the games i’ve got in mind.”
he leaned in closer, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear as he whispered tips that made your pulse race. “good… yeah, just like that. don’t be afraid to let go a little.” his breath tickled your ear, and you shivered, your nipples hardening against the thin fabric of your top. your chest tightened, heat blooming across your skin in a mix of apprehension and something far more primal. you could smell him now; sweat, leather, and something musky and intoxicating. his chest pressed against your back as he reached around to adjust your arms, his erection straining against his shorts, impossible to miss. “you feel that?”, he growled, his hips rolling just enough to let you feel the hard length of him. “that’s what you do to me, y/n. now, imagine what i’m gonna do to you.”
then came the real fun. rob guided you into a deep lunge, his hand splayed on your lower back, pressing just enough to make you whimper. “flexibility’s all about… trust.”, he said, voice a low rumble. his other hand slid down, fingers tracing the seam of your leggings, right over your ass. “you gotta learn to open up.” his pinky hooked under the fabric, tugging just a fraction, and your breath stuttered.
slowly, his hands began to stay, brushing sensitive areas without fully crossing the line. you stifled a small gasp, and he chuckled, clearly pleased with your reaction. “see? even your body knows how to respond.”, he muttered, his fingers grazing along the crease of your thighs, dangerously close to where you ached. you could feel how wet you were, your panties sticky against your skin. his digits traced the outline of your pussy through the fabric, and you squealed, your hips jerking involuntarily. “you’re soaked, baby.”, he grunted, his voice rough with desire. “tell me, do you like it when i touch you like this?” his thumb pressed down, rubbing slow circles over your clit, and you moaned, your knees nearly buckling.
then he reached for his gym bag. what he pulled out—a butt plug—was small. sleek and black. the way he rolled it between his fingers made your stomach clench. “part of the routine.”, he said, all mock-seriousness. “helps with… control!” he lubed it up with a slow, deliberate stroke, his eyes never leaving yours. “you’re gonna take this like a good girl, aren’t you?” his free hand slid up your thigh, under your shirt, appendages brushing the lace of your panties. “or do i need to convince you?”
you shook your head “no”. he kissed the top of your head, wanting you to know that if you wanted to stop at any point, he would (as said before). your hands gripped the mat as you felt the cool tip of the plug press against you. “relax, sweetheart. just breathe.” the pressure was strange at first, but as he worked it in, the stretch burned in the best way, your body clenching around it.
he didn’t rush. every inch was a negotiation. his voice in your ear, his fingers on your clit, the plug stretching you just enough to make you whine. “you’re doing so good!”, he praised, his lips brushing your neck. “gonna make you love this.” his free hand slid down, two digits pressing inside your pussy, scissoring gently. “feel that? how full you are?” you sobbed, your body clamping around him, and he gasped. “fuck, you’re dripping.”
the air thickened as you felt completely exposed yet safe. he brushed your hair from your face, holding your gaze. “i’ve got you.”, he breathed, voice soft but full of playful authority. his appendages traced the line of your jaw, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. your pulse jumped at the words, your heart tightening with the strange mix of surrender and exhilaration. he leaned in, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue sliding against yours. he growled, his teeth nipping at your lip.
“i—i hate you.”, you panted, but your hips rocked back, chasing the plug, his fingers, more. he laughed, dark and delighted. “liar.” his thumb pressed against your ass, right beside the plug, and you cried. “gonna fuck this tight little hole one day.”, he promised, his voice a rasp. “make you scream for it.” the thought alone had you seizing, your orgasm crashing over you in a wave of shame and need.
slowly, the session began to wind down. rob held you close, skimming gentle digits along your spine and butt. “you did so well.”, he spoke softly. you leaned into him, heart still racing, skin flushed, a wide grin spreading across your face. the relief made you feel weightless, warm, and utterly content.
by the time he pulled the plug free, you were a mess—flushed, trembling, your thighs slick. he kissed your shoulder, his lips curved against your skin. his appendages traced your cunt, then slid up to your mouth, pressing inside. “taste how good you are for me.” and you did, sucking yourself off of his fingers like the good girl you were.
afterwards, you gathered yourself, glancing around at the gym. every inch of you had been stretched, teased, and awakened. rob grinned, giving you a wink. and with that, the night ended, leaving expectancy hanging in the air, thick and electric. as you walked out, you could feel the remnant of the plug with every step, a constant reminder of what you two had just done. annddd what was still to come. you bit your lip, already counting down the hours until you would see him again, until you would surrender to his hands, his mouth, his cock. and next time? you’d be ready for even more.
hi everyone. welcome back to attitude, i hope you are enjoying the ride so far. i am getting a bunch of good feedback and it really motivates me. thank you everyone for the support you’ve given me!! i love when you guys say you like this series. mwah ily 💞💞 chapter 4 might be coming sooner than you think. we’ll see
as far as partners go , i had decided to pick da best member fit for the job…. mr monday night….love him. idk but he kinda cute lmao. barely seen any ff / imagines for him soooo,,
a bit more characters than before featured here. hope you are excited because i sure as hell am and im the one writing it! some characters have short cameos but dw, you will see them again after you switch sides. kayfabe is like borderline, i be doing it half and half behind the scenes, blurring the lines.
reader gets their nose messed up. on sum becky lynch shit lol but guess what? they r supposed to give some bde. I KNOW IT MIGHT BE A LIL CHEESY BUT LISTEN ITS FOR DEVELOPMENT !!!!
also, make sure when you finish, i left a few notes at the end and it’s lowkey important. i just didn’t wanna make the top part too long lol
alright let me stop talking ik y’all wanna read!
BACKSTAGE; 8:10 PM
Storming backstage, you slapped your hand over your mouth. When Jericho kissed you, it just made you feel all tingly inside. It wasn’t normal, that feeling was weird. It wasn't like you didn't enjoy it, nor was it disgust you felt.
It was a total mess, you then put your hand on your burning face. You were still hot, and it wasn’t a good look for you, being all flustered. Having already walked a bit further backstage, you had realized that you were kind of hungry. Before any other matches started that involved you, eating something would probably boost you up. Not only that, but you had a very important segment to tape. You let the crew know that you were ready after that match.
Letting out a sharp intake of air, you prayed you didn’t see Jericho in catering. You made it though, and grabbed something small. It was just an apple, but it’ll keep you going until you go back to your hotel for the night.
Surprisingly, Torrie had been there too. She had a bit more to snack on than you did though, and she lit up when she saw you.
“Already a tough night, huh?” Her voice called out, and you turned, rubbing the back of your head sheepishly.
“You just don’t know half of it.” You rolled your eyes.
“I bet!” She hummed. “Come here!” Beckoning you towards her, you pulled up a chair near her.
“So, why don’t you tell me all about it, huh? We’ve got time, and plus, I heard we’re already going to the same place later.” She grabs both of your hands and held them. You didn’t mind it, but noted that she was being a little touchy.
“Right, well, you know Chris Jericho, right?” You hesitantly ask, and she takes a minute to think before catching on.
“Yeah. That one primadonna from WWF?” She guessed, and you laugh.
“Mhm. Well, if you didn’t already see, he kinda kissed me. I wasn’t sure if it was meant for the small rivalry we had but it was just too quick…”
“That’s so cute!” She says, but it seems like there was more she wanted to say. “I hope you figure it out though.” She let go of your hands and got up, deciding to make an early exit. Cleaning up her area, she waved at you.
“See you in a few. We have a segment in 15 minutes.” Torrie reminded, and you seemed a bit taken aback. Not only was it that Stephanie did not include that you had to participate in any segments/promos regarding matches, but Torrie had just up and left in a flash. Was it something you said?
But when you thought about it, you had forgotten that you had a segment regarding your own personal gain. Your partner. You were finally choosing today.
The crew had gotten set up in the hallway. and you took one last bite of your apple before tossing it in the trash and heading out.
The segment officially started with you leaning against the wall. The camera slowly panned up on you, and the crowd had a mixed response at the sight. It was natural to have that, what with you being a newfound heel and all, but the people actually liked you, not just for your looks per-say. But for your talent in-ring too.
Before you perked up to see the man himself, Rob Van Dam. The camera then switched to him, and cheers had gotten even lowder. The crowd was starting to like it.
“So you did come!” You exclaim, getting off the wall. He held up a hand to wave. You opened your arms, going to go for a hug but you retracted your arms back to your sides. Which made him look at you in question.
He seemed to be more surprised than you were. He has never really spoken to you before one-on-one. And even if he tried, you just...skittered off. At this rate, he’s given up any chance of speaking to you.
He’s heard of you and seen you in Alliance group meetings, but just never got the chance to interact.
“Wait a second,” He interrupted, and you pause. “I recognize you. You’re that [Name] girl from WCW. The one that’s all ‘easy on the eyes’..”
You then couldn’t stop a smile from appearing. You were glad he knew of you, and did he really mean it, or was it just a backhanded compliment in a twisted sense? Don’t overthink it too much...
“Wellll….” You began, twirling a lock of hair on your finger, trying to look cute at the very least.
You wondered if you could pull off being a shameless flirt…?
“—I STILL have no partner.” You insinuated, waving your arms slightly for a dramatic effect. “I’m going to start becoming desperate…” You continue, not letting him talk just yet.
“Basically what I’m saying is, let’s just cut the sweet talk okay? I want you to be my partner.” You proclaimed in confidence. “I think you are the one that will lead us to the win. Just think about it. The amount of raw starpower that would be in the ring with us together.” You then opened your arms. “Doesn’t it sound interesting to you?”
“I guess, but what’s in it for me?” He asked, and you smile again.
“Duh! Stardom. I mean, like you aren’t already one, but helping me could go a long way. We’re on the same team, and we’re fighting for the same reasons. So please. I’m begging you!” You kind of dragged it on, because you had no clue what he could benefit from it. In all honesty, it was for your personal gain. Gotta be a heel somehow.
You stuck out your hand for him to shake, and with slight reluctance, he shook it firmly.
“It’s good working with you.” You smile. He was easy to convince, a little gullible if you will.
And while you didn’t complain about how laid back and relaxed he was, you just knew…
It was going to be the team of a lifetime.
Before you knew it, you had run into another woman from the WWF side. Walking down the hallway, she was the one who approached you first.
”Hey.” She greets, giving you a small wave. She also seemed to have a small smile on her face, which made her seem quite pleasant. You could have sworn you’ve seen her before too. Her fiery red hair was very distracting, and it wasnt a bad thing.
“I was on my way back to my locker room, but I had noticed you just leaving. Remember that thing you said earlier tonight? I was impressed by someone who’s somewhat new. I’m Lita. You’re [Name], right? The one who’s gonna be in the ring tonight with me.”
“Yeah, that’s me. I was only saying what popped into my mind quickly.” You shrug it off. “But was I really decent?”
“Considering half of our team has already been talking about you here and there; I’d say yes. Word gets around.” She laughed, and you groaned. It was absolutely insane how you were the talk of backstage..
You blocked everything out as you went onto cloud-nine. This was the second time you were notified people were talking about you, and you weren't sure whether to feel nervous or complimented. Who knows if it’s negative or positive? You just hoped it was only them trying to get in your head or something along the lines of that.
Two men came up behind her, which made you look up. They must have been a stable, because one of them spoke up.
“Lita, we were wondering where you went,” One said, and the other agreed. “We needed to talk to you.”
She apologized. “Sorry, I was just speaking to [Name] here.” She turned towards you and you felt your heart get faster as both turned their attention to you.
“[Name]. Matt Hardy and Jeff Hardy.” She pointed to the respective boys. One had multi-color rainbow hair, and the other had pitch black hair. It’d most definitely be easy to set them apart.
You simply wave before clapping your hands together. “Hello, nice to meet you guys.” You greet. They both greet you back in a friendly way.
Matt tilts his head. “Oh, so THIS is [Name]. I was wonderin’ who they were all raving about already. I’m curious to see if ya’ live up to the hype.” It was noticeable that he had a southern drawl to his voice. You don’t know why, but you liked that. While you felt bad for thinking it, or maybe it was just your ‘ditzy’ side shining through, all three were very attractive.
It felt like Matt did all the talking, especially since Jeff stayed quiet for a majority of the time. He did keep his eyes on you though.
You slowly felt the situation getting awkward because you didn’t know what else to say, so you spoke up quickly. “I’m going to leave you guys to it. And you, Lita,” you say, a smirk on your face. “You better bring your best tonight too.”
Lita laughed. “I’ll make sure to bring it. I’ve got enough faith in Trish anyway. See you later, [Name].”
You really could've stayed and spoken more! But no, you just had to get butterflies. It’s too bad you had places to be anyways. Maybe in the future will you all speak again.
LOCKER ROOM; 8:25 PM
As the next segment went live, people already were excited to see it. They really loved to see some WCW girls. Of course...
Torrie was applying lotion to her right arm as you and Stacy approached.
Stacy opened up her mirror to take a look at herself as you messed around with your hair a little.
“Torrie, this is going to be so easy. I mean, Trish Stratus? What does she have to offer? Just make sure you hurt her out there. If anything happens, me and [Name] will back you up.” She encouraged, and Torrie looked up with a smile.
“Oh, don’t worry. I will. What I’m going to do to Stratus tonight won’t be anything compared to what we’ll do to her & Lita at InVasion come Sunday.”
You seemed out of it and off, but it was only a front leading up to a betrayal, but you moved your attention to the two.. “It’ll be easy. From what I’ve heard, they aren’t really all that. They’re just slobs.”
As soon as you finished the sentence, there was a knock on the door. It was that referee from the match before.
“Oh! Hey Nick.” Stacy greeted, and you snapped your fingers. So that was his name!
Nick greeted all of you. “Hey ladies, I just want you to know that even though they roughed me out there tonight, I’m a team player. And if everything out there goes to plan, I will be the referee for the arm-wrestling match.”
Torrie got a little closer to the ref, being pretty touchy feely again. “Thanks!”
While she was doing that, you just stared blankly at the wall.
“We’ve got this in the bag.” Stacy said, a smile on her face. “Isn’t that right, [Name]?.....Hello?? Earth to [Name]??”
She waved her hand in front of your face, and you snapped out of it.
“Yes! Yeah. Yeah. We do.” You answer, an uneasy smile on your face.
SMACK!DOWN; 8:32 PM.
It was time to hit the ring, as you three wait backstage for your cues, there was little chatter between you girls.
It didn’t last long because you three were first, and you tried to hold a smile on your face on the way to the ring, waving to the crowd as you went.
The bell rang, and the announcer had introduced you all.
“This is an arm-wrestling challenge! Making her way to the ring accompanied by [Name] and Stacy Keibler, representing WCW, Torrie Wilson!!”
As the three of you went down the ramp and got into the ring, you let out a sigh. Keeping up this distressed act would really be worth it. You leaned on the ropes and sat on the second one in anticipation.
It was then Trish and Lita’s turn to arrive, who seemed very confident.
“Approaching the ring accompanied by Lita, Trish Stratus!”
They entered the ring, and with slight arguing, they finally set up immediately.
“Go!” The WWF referee Earl Hebner yelled. They began to arm-wrestle.
You cheered Torrie on, and the whole thing didn’t last too long with their situation because Nick, the WCW referee had hit Earl, the opposing referee, sending him crashing to the ground.
It took a second, but it prompted Stacy to easily shift their arms to the side, which let Torrie win. The bell rung signifying her win, and Torrie kissed her bicep, taunting Trish.
The celebration wasn’t too long either because Lita had speared Stacy out of anger. You watched in disbelief, taking some steps back. By that time, Trish had rammed Torrie into the corner.
You grabbed Trish and yanked her off of Torrie, which prompted you two to begin exchanging blows. Torrie, who was slumped in the corner, crawls away.
In the midst of it all, Trish had decked you right in your nose. You saw a flash of white, and she seemed taken aback as you turned quickly and crouched down. Your eyes began to water and you moved your hand from your nose to see that it was bleeding. Because everyone had to stay in character, you had to deal with it.
You don’t know what the hell happened. She could have broken your nose. All you knew was that your face felt warm. After noticing she nearly did you in, Trish was concerned and felt very guilty. Even then, you, Stacy, and Torrie had ended up being defeated by Team WWF’s women.
You three staggered out of the ring with your respective WCW coach. Heading up the ramp, you all looked back in the ring where the opposing trio celebrated.
By then, blood had already began to drip down your face, some staining your attire. You didn’t realize it was pretty bloody, but you instinctively licked your lip and was met with the taste of copper. Gross. You then wiped your nose, and it felt like it wasn’t going to stop leaking.
You hit backstage and Stacy who was distracted at first, looked at you.
“Oh my god, [Name]!” She squealed, her eyes widening. “You’re bleeding!”
It alarmed Torrie and she looked at you. “Go to the medic before it gets worse!”
You smile. “I know.” Your teeth were stained slightly with blood, but regardless you listened to them. You immediately had to hit the infirmary. Despite what happened, you kept a smile on your face. Your eyes were now on the verge of spilling tears, but you refused to cry.
Now, you sat calmly on the bed as the doctor tilted your head forward. He advised you to take it easy, but regardless you’d be okay for certain matches. That was a given though, despite anything, you had to do your job. Your nose wasn’t exactly broken, but instead bruised. Trish had damn near knocked your lights out and you snickered at the fact. He left the room to grab an ice pack.
Speaking of Trish, she opened the door. She looked at you and took a deep breath.
“Hi. [Name]?” She asked, and you nod. “I’m really sorry about what happened. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She says, walking towards you.
“It’s fine. It was an accident, if it was on purpose, I’d be really mad.” You say, and Trish still seemed quite distressed.
“But I feel really bad. I don’t know. Sorry. This just...never happened before.” She apologized again, being unsure what to say and you shook your head.
“No worries. If you get any flak at all, I’ll make sure to put them in their place.” You assure, and she gave a small smile.
“If you say so.” She gives in, and looks at you. “Can I sit?”
“Yes.” You say, and pat the spot next to you. She sauntered over and sat down.
“Jeez,” Trish began, grabbing your face in her hands. “I really did rock your world.” She says, and you playfully roll your eyes.
“You sure did. Feel bad?” You ask.
“I already apologized. You want me to beg on my knees?” She snickers, letting go of your face.
The doctor had came back with ice and you put it on your nose.
Trish decided to get up and leave. She was able to clear the air, and because you were nice to her about it, she felt reassured. She was a nice woman, maybe you two could become friends.
You look down at your free hand, covered in some splotches of blood, and you then looked down at your shirt, covered in dried blood. It looked like you murdered somebody.
Yeah, you’re gonna be just fine.
some lil notes; hEYyyY. i know it looks a bit short sometime but the word count was like 3k ;__;. ill make up for it next chapter. besides that i wanted to say how excited and off the walls i am for the next chapter. and because of that im gonna tell you right fucking now what you should expect. even more interactions with superstars, E&C finally appears, more team xtreme action, more jericho stuff, finishing up tonight’s matches, possible hotel interactions and stuff. i was also thinking of involving reader’s match in chapter 5, and eventually maybe going into detail a little about her wcw run. i think also what i like the most is the custom move set i could make combining moves. i usually like to describe matches if it isn’t boring..
i know a few underrated superstars and stuff, like i have a lot of plans for this series like im already planning our future chapters hehe
once again, i thank you for reading, i will see you next time. ;)
