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eringobragh420 · 27 days ago

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💜 Pairing: Gunther x f!Reader 💜 Summary: Gunther and his longtime friend finally make their fantasies a reality. 🛑 Warnings: NSFW. Wall sex, semi-public, dirty talk, fingering, super minor blood, cum 18+ 💜 Notes: Dedicated to the Gunther lovers, especially the ones who go into this not liking him and come out wondering wtf they were thinking 🤷‍♀️ 💜 Taglist: If you’d like to be added, please click here! 💜 Requested By: @eboni-napalm Thank you so much for your patience and your awesome idea! Happy Birthday!

She watched on one of many TVs backstage as Damian Priest defended his title against Gunther. Some days she couldn’t believe she and Gunther were in WWE at all, on the main roster no less, but then she saw him in the ring, and she saw exactly what everybody else saw: a superstar. Of course, she’d known how special he was for years beforehand, having come up with him in NXT UK, so it was really no surprise to see him in a match competing for the World Heavyweight Championship. And her idolization had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that she may or may not have had a crush on the man since the very first moment she’d laid eyes on him. It didn’t. Really.

The two gigantic men in the ring, each going pound for pound, exchanged chops, and she couldn’t avoid even the tiniest reaction every time Gunther was on the receiving end. These men, at least some of them, had to be masochists. She was a wrestler, yes, and there was hardly ever a contest that was pain-free, but she never went into it wanting to be hurt. When these men were chopped or suplexed or Pedigree’d, she swore she saw their eyes dazzle, some of them even smiled or laughed. And was she really thinking about whether or not Gunther was a fan of pain while standing amongst dozens of other people watching the same match?

She gasped along with everyone else when Priest rolled Gunther onto his back—I could just ride him right there … I bet he’d forget about losing—and laid over him for the pin. A collective hush fell over the group, however, upon witnessing Finn Bálor’s betrayal, which consequently kept Gunther in the match. Her body was absolutely thrumming during the next sequence, watching with rounded eyes as Priest tried twice to get at Finn before Gunther locked in the chokehold. She was the loudest one cheering when the Ring General was declared the winner, and the new World Heavyweight Champion. Smirking, she shook her head as Gunther snatched the golden title from the ref and held it in the air, and she could tell he was emotional, but he did well hiding it, playing the perfect heel to the perfect end to a kind of perfect night—at least for her, she hadn’t much interest in the Cody versus Solo match.

She started to say goodbye to those around her, hugging a few, intricate handshakes with others, well wishes to everyone. She gathered her purse and suitcase-on-wheels, turned, and made it only a few steps before pausing. Gunther was exiting Gorilla position, blue Ring General jacket on—he really needs to wear the blue more often—gilded title adorning his waist, and he was headed right for her. How the hell long had it taken her to say goodbye? She looked behind her to see who he might actually be targeting, but everyone had dispersed. When she turned back around, Gunther was only a few feet from her, his eyes rising and falling over her thin tank top, pleated skirt, and Nike sneakers, and her brain was inundated with every memory she had of the Austrian, like she was dying and her entire life was flashing before her eyes. The crush she may or may not have had blossomed within her, growing somehow from the deep, dark, secret place she’d buried it long ago. Entombing these inappropriate and, she assumed, unrequited, feelings for a coworker had allowed her to function like a normal human, and not a lovesick schoolgirl.

“What do you think?” he asked, or shouted, slapping the title against his abs, and she almost, almost, averted her gaze to look, but she caught herself at the very last second. She focused on the blood spatter on his cheek and jaw.

Blood?

There was a sizzling in the ether, a hum almost, like the sound of current zooming through a power line, and she felt it in her very core. She could smell him now, the closer he came, and his scent had to be pheromonal, because her panties were suddenly soaked and her legs felt heavy. Her arms and hands were numb, so it was quite confusing for her to watch her arm rise of its own volition, hand reaching for Gunther, and she screamed for him to move or slap her hand away, but no sound came out and her lips never moved. Her hand kept lifting until it came in contact with a spot of blood on his chiseled jawline, and now she had sensation in her fingertips, but still no control.

“Are you okay?” she asked, absolutely no recollection of planning to say anything at all.

“You’re worried about me,” he said loudly, grinning, boasting his sexy accent. Those goddamn dimples sank into his cheeks, and his smile, even when he was being evil on the microphone, was genuine and happy, and wait just a damn minute …

Her lips pursed. “Congratulations,” she deadpanned, finally in control of her hand, which she pulled from his face. She glanced at the vermillion liquid on her thumb before idly smearing it on her light-colored tank top, treating it like any other unwanted substance. She looked back up at him, his usually bright, sparkling eyes now a blazing inferno and zeroed in on the stain on her shirt just below her breasts. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

She spun on her heels, twirled her suitcase on its wheels, and she started off in the opposite direction. He might have been just teasing, and that was the most likely scenario, but that didn’t make her feel any less embarrassed. She’d shown genuine concern for him, and he’d cracked a joke about her being worried? It didn’t matter that he was correct—he didn’t have to be a dick about it.

Unfortunately for her, she had no idea where the exit was in this direction, and she couldn’t very well ask someone while on her angry walk-away, so she stuck her chin in the air and continued on, confidently taking a turn down the next hallway. Her pace slowed then. This concourse was dark save for the light from the corridor that T’d at the end. And she didn’t see an exit sign.

“Shit,” she whispered.

A barely audible thud sounded behind her, and she spun around, releasing the handle of her suitcase, instantly hoping for an employee or maybe someone who was also lost. He was mostly a silhouette, but she knew exactly who it was—she was familiar with his size and the haircut and even his squared shoulders under the Ring General jacket—but for a new reason. His scent. It was the sour aroma of sweat, the copper tinge of blood, and tiny remnants of whatever body wash he’d used recently. She inhaled as much as she could, inflating her lungs until they nearly burst, packing them full of her new favorite flavor, and she felt a little dizzy. The man was a goddamn vape pen.

She attempted to recover, “I think I made a wrong—”

Gunther wrapped a long, strong arm around her middle and lifted her in the air with maybe a little too much vigor—she saw the top of his head for the first time in real life before gravity snatched her and yanked her back to earth. Gunther’s arm tightened around her, halting her progress, crushing their chests together, and she intuitively wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt the outline of the World Heavyweight Championship title belt between her legs and underneath the surprisingly soft fabric of the blue jacket. She clutched at the lapels to steady herself upon landing back in his arm—because it had been so fucking easy for him to nearly launch her into space and catch her with only one damn arm.

Their eyes met, and their noses were brushing, and they were passing oxygen back and forth between them. She’d never been this close to him before, not like this, and his scent was much stronger now. Fuck, she’d waited so long for this, but here? Now? His body was firm, muscles dense, and for some reason, this Austrian Adonis was wholly enchanted by her. So yes—here. Now.

“Gunther—” she whispered, having no idea where this sentence would end up.

“You didn’t answer me,” he cut her off. She blinked at him. “I asked you what you think.” Sometimes his THs came out as Fs and it was the most endearing quirk in the world. He nodded at the title, nestled in the comforting embrace of his jacket and her thighs, and they both cast their eyes downward. She swallowed, looking at her skirt, remembered she was wearing a skirt, and also the opulent title that was only a few inches from an aching, soaking pussy.

“I’m happy for you,” she whispered, hands still fisted in his jacket.

“No,” he growled, kicking her suitcase out of his way with a blue boot. Her grip tightened and her thighs clenched as he pressed her against the nearest wall, his free hand cupping the back of her head as a shield. “I’m only gonna ask you … one more time,” he said, his eyes burning a hole through her very soul, and his hand came out from behind her to hold his finger up. “You think I don’t see the way you look at me?” he tilted his head. She gulped down absolutely nothing, and the hallway was so quiet that the action was actually audible. “So no lying,” he advised, eyebrows lifting. His face closed the space between them, and she couldn’t regulate her breathing as it came out in hot puffs of desperation. “What … do you think?”

Boy, was she done thinking. “Well …” she trailed off, fingers releasing the lapels of his jacket so she could flatten her palms on his chest. She licked her lips, massaging the hard planes of his pecs, and she pulled her bottom lip into her mouth. His eyes darted down to watch. “I think you look like a fucking champion,” she murmured. If he wanted to play a game … let’s play a game. Her thighs tightened as she locked her ankles behind him, spine straightening. Her hand slithered up his neck to his incredible jaw where she gently clutched his chin between her forefinger and thumb so she could turn his face slightly away from her, freeing the route to his ear. Smirking, she pressed her lips to his lobe, and his arm still around her middle tensed. “And I think you look like a champion I’d like to fuck,” she purred, puncuating her statement by biting the lobe and sucking it into her searing mouth.

Gunther leaned back, stealing his ear from her, and he then pressed their foreheads together. “”Yeah?” he taunted. She nodded, their noses grazing. “You wanna fuck the champion?”

“For so long,” she sighed, practically clawing at the jacket. She glanced down, their faces mashed together, a memory slapping her in the brain. She opened the garment and raked her nails down his bare chest, over the marks of Damian’s chops, and it wasn’t the hardest she could go, but his groan was primal, and she knew the pressure was just right. “You should know,” she went on, “if you’ve been watching me like you say you have.”

“Oh, I’ve been watching,” Gunther assured her. His hands were under her arms and he pressed her into the wall, locking eyes with her before he released his grip on her. She kept her shoulder blades and arms flat against the wall, back straight, legs nice and tight around Gunther’s waist, and she was perfectly stable without his assistance. He leaned back, and this new position presented him with the chance to leer at her, gaze inspecting every inch of her, and he leisurely began to lift her shirt. His brows rose and his mouth opened when he came to a barely-there built-in bra. “Look at you,” he said. “You don’t even bother, do you?”

She regarded him with a wicked smirk, half his face a shadow, and she couldn’t fight the urge to roll her hips against him. The title didn’t feel particularly good when pressed to her pussy, but the thought of humping it, covering it with her juices, was something she never thought would turn her on. “Maybe I hoped you would be looking,” she whispered. He slid the bra, which was basically just thin fabric and elastic, torturously slowly up over her breasts where it stayed, and his eyes met hers once more.

“This is what you want?” he asked, though it sounded more like a statement. She nodded, lost in his murky eyes. “Say it,” he commanded, and there was no mistaking that tone.

She gripped his shoulders and pulled herself against him, her newly exposed nipples making contact with his jacket and his smooth chest. “I want you to fuck me, Gunther,” she told him, lips massaging his thin ones. Her eyes passed back and forth between his, and she knew he needed something else, just a little bit more. “Think you can handle that?”

He smashed her between himself and the wall, his lips finally covering hers, and the desperate moans from both their throats would have been embarrassing for them had anyone else heard them. Her hand on the back of his shaved head was an interesting level of eroticism, and he must have agreed, if his tongue in her mouth was any indication. She felt him unstrap the belt, and he returned one arm around her so he could lift her off the front of it, then he dropped it to the floor. Never once did his lips leave hers or even stop moving.

He repositioned her lower on his body this time, throwing his jacket around her legs, and she gasped, grip sliding from his shoulders back to the lapels as he ground his impressive manhood on her soaking panties. His hand slithered along her thigh, finger dipping under the side of the garment, which he then lifted away from her throbbing pussy. Her eyes were slits as his thumb slid along her dripping folds, relentlessly teasing her before it finally sank within and began massaging the slippery nub. His straining cock was still pressed against her, and if he didn’t fuck her now, she knew for sure they’d be caught. People were still passing by the end of the hallway they’d come from. Had anyone seen them enter? Had anyone seen them not leave?

“Please,” she whispered, not sure how long she would survive without his cock inside her.

“That’s what I wanna hear,” he mumbled, sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. Her back arched and she slammed her hips into his thumb. “You wanna fuck the champion, you have to beg the champion.”

“Please,” she repeated, and somewhere along the way she’d lost the upper hand. Or … had she ever really had it?

“Please what?” he pressed. “Hmm?” He was on her neck now, all teeth and tongue and lips, and her eyes rolled back.

“Please fuck me,” she begged, hand cradling his neck. “Please?”

“Fuck,” Gunther whispered.

There was brief movement, and suddenly, the thick head of his dick poked at her hole, and she cried out. Gunther was quick to cover her mouth with his hand, holding it there as his other hand gripped her hip, supporting her weight and sinking her down onto his cock. She continued to squeal, muffled by his hand, until he was buried to the hilt inside her, and then she was breathing in and out quickly through her nostrils. She rolled her hips, sucking him deeper, and she groaned this time. As he started to slowly fuck her, she reached up to squeeze his meaty forearm, opposite hand fisting in his jacket again. He picked up speed, rocking her body up and down on the wall, and she couldn’t believe any of this was happening. Was she dreaming? That’d be cruel.

“You’re taking me so well,” Gunther praised, and she whined, squirming in his embrace. “This pussy was made for my cock, wasn’t it?”

She nodded, a stifled yes caged in her throat. She wouldn't argue the point even if she could. Her pussy was full, fuller than it ever had been, wetter, and she felt her orgasm building, but that couldn’t be right because no man had ever made her cum simply by penetration alone. Her entire being was vibrating with the quickness of Gunther’s pumps, still grasping his forearm and jacket, holding on for dear life and that ever elusive orgasm-that-she-wasn’t-responsible-for.

“You’re perfect,” he mumbled into her ear. She almost wilted in his possession, but if her body slacked even a little bit, Gunther’s cock would never again find that spot inside her.

“Please,” she begged. “Please … I’m gonna cum.”

“All over my cock, dirty girl,” he panted. Had someone else called her a dirty girl, she might have laughed at them, but with Gunther’s accent and his tone and just the fucking breathlessness loaded her orgasm from 28% to 99%. “So your pussy will get even tighter,” he went on, “so you can make the champion cum.”

She screamed, a literal scream, and Gunther squeezed her mouth. She did exactly as she was told, clenching around his dick as she came for the first time by a dick, body shuddering while she rode the waves of ecstasy. She was able to experience most of it before Gunther grunted, pulling out with a nasty pop, and he set her carefully back on her feet.

“Down on your knees, dirty girl,” he said, his hand lifting from her mouth.

She licked her lips, tasting him, and she slowly descended to her knees, which she had to spread to avoid putting any weight on the belt Gunther had discarded earlier, hands sliding down his chest and abs as she went. He jerked his glistening cock over her face, leering at her, and she grasped his thighs. Every instinct told her to stick her tongue out, and what kind of human would she be if she didn’t follow her instincts? He placed his hand on the top of her head seconds before he launched cum on her tongue and across her face, rope after rope, and it was salty and warm and her new new favorite flavor. She couldn’t read the expression on his face anymore as he used his thumb to slide all the cum from her skin into her mouth. She happily accepted all of it, sucking his thumb and cock clean for good measure. When he finished, he tucked himself back into his trunks and held his hand out. She almost placed her hand in it. Almost. At the last second, she reached between her knees for the belt and held it up for him. His chest puffed out as he accepted it from her, and she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding when he held his other hand out for her.

“We should do that again,” Gunther said.

She grinned, her cheeks getting hot, and she pulled her top back down. “Call me when you win another championship,” she winked.

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sydsaint · 6 months ago

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Ilja Dragunov supremacy <3

Summary: The reader starts to have doubts about staying with Imperium after the incident with Giovanni and Gunther's change in demeanor after losing the Intercontinental championship. Luckily for her, Ilja, who's an old friend, is starting fresh on Raw.

The SUV has barely pulled into the arena for RAW and you are already tired of being there. Ludwig is busy on the phone talking with his girlfriend Tiffany. And Gunther never bothers to talk much with any of you before the show. Ever since Giovanni got kicked out of Imperium and moved to Smackdown you've been feeling more and more left out.

Ludwig finally hangs up the phone and acknowledges you for the first time since the group left the hotel.

"YN, what's with the face?" Ludwig asks you.

"What face?" You reply blankly and pull your bag higher up on your shoulder.

Ludwig shrugs and grabs his bag from the back of the car. "You look like something is bothering you." He explains. "Come on. You think I haven't noticed you moping around these past few weeks?" He adds and falls into step with you.

"Gunther hasn't seemed to notice anything wrong." You scoff, staring ahead at your leader striding through the hallway. "So maybe you're just being paranoid, Ludwig." You joke with him.

"Yeah, okay." Kaiser drops the subject for the time being.

The three of you head down to the Imperium locker room and get ready for the show. Gunther has a match scheduled for later against Otis, but you and Kaiser aren't scheduled for anything. That doesn't mean Gunther won't want the two of you out there with him though.

You drop your bags off at the locker room and decide to grab a bite to eat from catering since you aren't wrestling.

"I'll be back in a bit, guys. Gonna go grab a bite to eat." You announce your plans to the room as you head for the door.

"Don't be long," Gunther warns you. "I want you and Kaiser both out with me in case Gable and Maxxine are with Otis." He explains.

You nod and pull the door open. "Will do, boss." You muse playfully and head out.

You make your way down to catering and peruse the selection of food and drinks set out for everyone. You decide on a snack wrap and a bottle of water before settling down in an empty seat to scarf down your meal.

You are in the middle of eating and scrolling through your phone when someone approaches your table.

"YN LN?" A male voice catches your attention.

You peek over your phone, still chewing a bite of food, and nearly choke on said food when you see who's standing in front of you.

"Ilja?" You choke back your food and swallow hard. "Hey! How are you?" You ask and gesture for him to take a seat.

Ilja sits down across from you and you take a moment to observe him. It's been over a year since you've seen Dragunov. Not since your NXT UK days. He looks slightly older of course, but there's still that same fire in his eyes. He's dressed in a nicely tailored suit, like usual.

"I'm great, thank you." Ilja smiles at you. "Tonight is my first night here on Raw." He explains.

"Right." You nod. "Pearce snagged you from NXT." You recall Ilja's name being called last week during the draft. "Well, welcome to Raw, Ilja. I'm sure that you'll thrive here." You match his friendly smile.

Ilja nods in thanks. You feel your phone buzz in your pocket, probably Ludwig warning you to get back to the locker room. But you chose to ignore it. At least for a minute.

"And how have you been, YN, my dear?" Ilja asks you right back. "I heard that Giovanni recently left Imperium?" He asks you.

"Left, yeah." You scoff. "You could say that I guess." You shrug. "I've been good, Ilja. Thanks for asking." You assure him.

You and Ilja chat for a bit until your phone buzzes again. You begrudgingly take out your phone and check your messages. Ludwig has been blowing up your phone, warning you to get back to the locker room.

"Something wrong?" Ilja notices the annoyed look on your face.

"No, just work." You sigh. "It was wonderful to see you again, Ilja. But I've got to get back to work." You stand up from your seat.

Ilja does the same and walks around the table to you. He holds his arms out for a hug and you gladly accept.

"Of course. I won't keep you." Ilja pulls you into him for a hug. "It was a pleasure seeing you again, YN. I hope we can talk again soon." He adds as he lets you go.

"I'd like that." You nod. "I'll see you around, Ilja." You flash him one more smile before you hurry back to the locker room.

You hurry back to the locker room and manage to make it back just in time. Gunther and Ludwig are waiting for you when you arrive.

"YN. There you are." Gunther stares at you once you're through the door.

"I'm cutting it close, I know." You reply. "I'm sorry. I ran into an old friend down in catering and lost track of time." You explain.

Now that you're back with the group, everyone files out to the ring for Gunther's match with Otis. Ludwig falls into step with you behind Gunther, and he's got questions.

"Who'd you see in catering that was so important?" Ludwig asks you.

"Ilja." You reply, a smile creeping up on your face. "I ran into Ilja."

Ludwig's pace falters a bit at the mention of Dragunov's name. "Right. I forgot he was drafted to Raw." He suddenly recalls the draft. "What did the two of you talk about?" He asks you.

"We were just catching up." You shrug. "Ilja and I used to be friends. Remember?"

Ludwig nods. You did use to be friends with Ilja. The two of you started in NXT UK at the same time. You got scouted by Gunther to be a member of Imperium almost immediately. But Ilja remained his enemy. Despite the differences in factions, you and Ilja always remained civil. But the two of you lost touch when Imperium left NXT UK before him.

"Gunther isn't going to like talking to Dragunov," Ludwig warns you.

"I don't really care." You admit. "I'm a grown woman, Kaiser. I can talk to whomever I please." You huff, gaze fixed on Gunther walking ahead of you.

Kaiser nods and drops the subject. Everyone files out to the ring and Gunther has his match against Otis. You and Kaiser help keep Maxxine and Gable at bay for him. But otherwise, you are stuck on the sidelines for the majority of the match.

After Gunther beats Otis he decides to do a bit of showboating. He obtains a microphone and stands in the middle of the ring to address the crowd. You stand off to the side of the ring with Ludwig and roll your eyes at Gunther's ego rearing its ugly head.

"This again?" You sigh and turn toward Kaiser.

"Shh." Kaiser hushes you sharply. "Don't let him hear you. It'll only cause problems." He whispers to you.

You roll your eyes again but stop talking for the moment. Gunther finishes his speech and everyone heads back to the locker room. Kaiser once again falls into to step with you behind Gunther. And he's got more opinions to share with you.

"YN, are you going to tell me what's bothering you?" Kaiser asks you. "And don't tell me it's nothing again. I'm not an idiot." He insists.

"This doesn't bother you?" You gesture to Gunther walking ahead of you. "This new attitude from him?" You ask Kaiser. "He's always been tough, sure. But this? The speeches? What he did to Giovanni? None of that bothers you?"

Kaiser shrugs and glances forward at Gunther as well. "Gio was losing his edge. It was messed up, yeah. But it had to be done." He insists.

"I guess." You blink a few times, unnerved by Kaiser's lack of empathy for attacking his former best friend.

Everyone makes it back to the locker room area and are headed for the Imperium locker room. When you turn the corner Ilja is there loitering in the hallway.

"Ilja!" You greet him first.

You step forward and past Gunther who is now staring a hole into Dragunov.

"Hello again, YN." Ilja greets you. "Gunther, Ludwig." He nods to your companions. "I don't want any trouble friends. I just came to talk to, YN."

You walk over to Ilja and set a hand on his arm. You glance back at your comrades before leading Ilja away from them. The two of you step into a less-populated part of the backstage area so you can talk.

"Ilja, what's going on?" You confront Dragunov. "I didn't think you'd want to talk again so soon. It's only been like an hour or so." You add.

"Yes, I apologize for the intrusion." Ilja replies. "But I watched you out in the ring with Gunther and Ludwig." He explains. "And forgive me if this sounds a bit odd and uncalled-for, but I couldn't help but notice how uncomfortable you looked out there. So I wanted to check up on you."

You wear a look of slight surprise upon hearing Ilja's confession. "That's sweet of you to be concerned about me, Ilja." You fidget with your hands, the incident reminding you of back when the two of you used to be friends. "I'm alright, though. Really." You assure him, despite the fact that Gunther and Ludwig are obviously on your nerves.

Ilja nods, glad to hear that you seem to be alright. His worries are about to be put to rest when Ludwig steps into the room looking for you.

"YN? Hey, Gunther's worried about you." Kaiser makes a b-line for you, not giving Ilja a second thought.

"What? Worried about me? Why?" You turn around to talk with Kaiser.

Kaiser makes it over to your side and you don't notice that he puts himself between you and Ilja subtly.

"You're out here being all shady and disappearing with him." Kaiser looks at Ilja pointedly. "The fact that you trust him astounds me. And Gunther as well." He adds.

"Disappearing with him?" You scoff. "We're having a friendly conversation, Ludwig." You scold him.

Ludwig huffs and shakes his head. "YN, come on. Have some sense. Are you trying to end up like Giovanni?" He asks you.

That's the last straw for you. "Excuse me?" You raise your voice at Ludwig, which catches Ilja's attention. "You know what? I'd be happy to end up like Giovanni if it means I get away from you and Gunther's pretentious bullshit!" You step away from him.

Ilja steps up next to you, ready to defend you if needed.

"YN." Ludwig reaches a hand out to touch you.

"Don't." You swat his hand away. "I am done with this, Ludwig. I'm doen with you. And I'm done with Gunther." You insist. "I just can't do it anymore."

Ludwig tries to reach out again but is met by Ilja grabbing him with a firm grip. "I believe it is time for you to leave, friend." He warns Kaiser.

"Fine." Kaiser rips his hand away from Ilja's grip. "I'll set your bag out in the hall for you." He scoffs before storming off.

You watch Ludwig walk off in a rage. A part of you feels bad. He's been your friend for a long time. You're even getting close to his girlfriend, Tiffany as of late. But you simply can't do it anymore.

"Are you alright?" Ilja checks on you once Ludwig is out of sight.

"Yeah, Ilja. I'm okay." You nod. "Actually okay, this time." You muse. "I don't suppose that you're looking for a new compantion to join you on Raw?" You ask him.

Ilja cracks a small smile and nods. "I'd love to have you at my side, YN." He leans down for a hug. "Come on. I'll come with you to retreive your things."

"Thanks, Ilja." You nod and thank him for his support.

All this time has gone by since you've had the pleasure of being aqauinted with the one and only mad dragon. And yet he's still the same man you once knew. A fiercy loyal, good man.

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debbiechanclub · 2 months ago

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tag game: pick stuff from your room and have people vote on which one they want to take home

tagged by @naritaren! I'm also in my home office where all the cool stuff is lol

tagging @aussiearrow @astreamofcolors and anyone else who'd like to do it!

#what does all this collectively say about me as a person #I could have included so much more wrestling stuff but picked what I think are the most unique items #tag games

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angelizrivera · 2 months ago

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*part 4*

Championship and accomplishments

Valentina

Current WWE Women's United States Champion (1 reign-55 days 2 reign-330+)

Former WWE Women's Tag Team Champion with Athena (reign-242 days)

Winner of the 2023 Women's Royal Rumble with Rhea Ripley

Winner of the 2022 & 2023 Women's Money in the Bank (2022-2 hours, 2023-99 days)

Former Women’s World Champion/ smackdown women's Champion (reign-98 days)

Luis

Former World Heavyweight Champion (reign-118 days)

Winner of the 2023 Men's Money in the Bank (281 days)

Former WWE United States Champion (reign 191 days)

Former NXT North America Champion (reign 67 days)

Former Raw and Smackdown Tag Team Champion with Finn Balor (1 reign-35 days 2 reign-173 days)

Demi

Former Women's World Champion (reign-380 days)

Former WWE Women's Champion/WWE Raw Women's Champion (reign 98 days)

Winner of the 2023 Women's Royal Rumble with Nyx Nightingale

Former NXT Women's Champion (reign-109 days)

Former NXT UK Women's Champion (reign-139 days)

Former Women's Tag Team Champion with Nikki A.S.H (reign-63 days)

Fergal

Current WWE Raw Tag Team Champion with JD McDonagh (reign 59+ days)

Former WWE Raw and Smackdown Tag Team Champion with Damian (1 reign-35 days 2 reign-173 days)

Former WWE Men's United States Champion (reign 49 days)

Former NXT Champion (1 reign-292 days 2 reign-212 days)

Former WWE Universal Champion (reign 1 day)

Former WWE Intercontinental Champion (1 reign-22 days 2 reign-98 days)

Dominik

Former NXT North American Champion (1 reign-74 days 2 reign-67 days)

Former WWE SmackDown Tag Team Champion with Rey Mysterio (reign 63 days)

Jordan

Current WWE Raw Tag Team Champion with Finn Balor (reign 59+ days)

Former NXT Cruiserweight Champion (reign 130 days)

Gionna

Current Women’s World Champion (reign 88+ days)

Former Women’s Tag Team Champion with Raquel Rodriguez (reign-39 days)

Ava

Former Women’s United States Champion (1 reign-148 days 2 reign- 133 days)

Noah

N/A

Ruby

Former WWE Women's Tag Team Champion with Nyx Nightingale (reign-242 days)

#rhea ripley x reader #damian priest #rhea ripley #damian priest x reader x rhea ripley #damian priest smut #rhea ripley smut #damian priest x reader

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chussyracing · 7 months ago

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what is happening in the world of motorsports?

Williams confirmed they will send Alex's (technically Logan's) chassis damaged in Japan back to their UK factory before China to repair it (so they will both have repaired ones) and their destructor championship cost is already around 2m for this year (that means up to one or two upgrade packages in F1 numbers)

Ralph Schumacher is trying to stir the pot as per usual because he said that Logan Sargeant doesn't have a contract for the full year and he gets contract for each GP individually meaning he could be replaced for any GP from now on (I call BS)

Rumouredly, Mercedes is looking into a possibility of hiring Pierre Waché from RBR

Also, a rumour slash insider info from my comm (maybe others knew but I am kinda shocked): a lot of teams are surprised by the tyres this year from one race to another because apparently Pirelli mixes them a bit more than just for every reason, but the features are different for every race basically (so although Bahrain and Japan had the same allegation of tyres, it's not just the weather conditions and track surface why they act differently)

Marko Helmut spoke to OE24 (Austrian journal) and mentioned that they are ready to give Checo Perez a new contract after they saw his results because he is their best option for the second seat and Checo himself said he expects a lot of contracts being announced in upcoming weeks, including his own future which should be settled within a month

NXT GEN Cup won't be supporting Formula E at all this season due to "unexpected constraints" although it was supposed to support all European races, and they already tested at Misano World Circuit (FE spokesperson also says they want to raise young talents through FIA Girls on Track and other positive initiatives)

Misano will also feature a 30 mins FE rookie test on Friday with some familiar faces like Zane Maloney, Robert Shwartzman, Ciao Collet, Taylor Barnard, Tim Tramnitz, Jack Aitken or Jordan King

Lewis reportedly walked out of an interview after a reporter asked if he was jealous of Ferrari's results, saying "don't you have any better questions?" (go off tbh)

Speaking of Lewis, am I the last person to learn he has his own TV and movie production company, Dawn Apollo Films?

Peter Kenyon, who previously worked in Manchester United and Chelsea, is joining Williams as a commercial advisor

Regarding Carlos still being jobless, Eddie Jordan believes he is going to Aston Martin starting 2025 (but has "no real hardcore evidence") and racingnews365 reported that Audi (and Seidl who already worked with Carlos) are interested in him but want to lock drivers for their 2026 in 2025 already so they gave him a deadline to give his final answer by the end of April on their deal and Helmut Marko said they have no interest in the market right now and you won't hear from them till mid-season at least concerning new drivers or personnel

Lewis is looking into the possibility of testing the monocoque of Ferrari at the end of this year but "doesn't know if Mercedes will allow him"

Katherine Legge will race Indy 500 for e.l.f. cosmetics brand with number 51

Heikki Kovalainen, who underwent a heart surgery, says that he might fully recover thanks to a fast intervention from the doctors

Fernando was asked if he will try to get the Mercedes seat and joked that he is not interested in a team that is behind them in pace, so Toto won't hear from him any time soon

after some F1 tests and current results, Kimi Antonelli now has enough points to drive in F1 with superlicence but since he is still 17, he has to wait to be of age

RB and Sauber are testing in Suzuka these days for the 2025 Pirelli tyres testing (so both dry and wet condition tyres)

speaking of the future of F1, some rumours leaked about the 2026 regulations and it doesn't look good, because to simplify it, the active aero on the rear wing in combo with the engine on full power makes drivers spin out on straights or in the mildest of turns in simulations with a test car - and to avoid it they have to drive slowly to the point of going slower than the current regulation of F2 cars; there are also some concerns about the 50/50 split engine (the problem is it is too late to change the 2026 regs so what they will try now is to make the active aero on both front and rear wing and see how it goes)

like they teased previously and like rumours suggested, Prema is joining Indycar with two entries starting with 2025 season

René Lammers (15 years old Dutch f4 driver) won Ferrari's scouting camp and 2023 CIK-FIA European championship and his father Jan Lammers now told GPFans that his son was offered a 10 year deal from Ferrari but they decided to refuse although it looked promising at first so he will stay non-related to any F1 team and continue with MP Motorsport in Spanish F4

Max spoke about F1 Academy and especially the competitiveness, the ladder to F1 and the impact of F1 teams and I have a lot of mixed thoughts I won't share here but I'm willing to discuss if anyone is interested

apparently during Lewis' talks with Ferrari, he completely omitted his current manager, so he saved money and got the deal for himself (but also this comes from a Czech source that is not super reliable)

also in GQ Lewis said that Niki Lauda wasn't happy with his ventures into the fashion world at first because he thought it would be distracting him from racing

Theo Pourchaire will be on "standby" for McLaren's Indycar car number 6 for the next race (because David Malukas got injured and they are not sure if he will be good to race and because Callum Ilott who is on standy has WEC duties that weekend)

British American Tobacco (BAT) renewed sponsorship of McLaren - they began sponsoring them in 2019 but European Union banned the advertisement of tobacco, now they will advertise electronic cigarettes and nicotine pouch products on both F1 and FE cars

#teehee it's two days and there is so much???? everything is happening too much anyway. here it is.#my archiving purposes are getting out of hand i fear #f1 #e #gossip night

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samijey · 6 months ago

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okay mildly unhinged take but i think ilja should shave his face for his first main roster match against gunther to recreate that more youthful and vulnerable appearance he had in their famous NXT UK championship match (maybe chill on the tanning too so those chop marks can REALLY show im just saying). he should then lose that first encounter to build to a more emotional rematch later and by then have the full facial hair back adding that visual contrast to their first match brrrrrrr the possibilities with this feud already have me acting UP

#ilja dragunov #gunther #i know wwe will fumble it along the way as always #but let me enjoy my delusion for a sec damn #european madmen save me #save me european madmen

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adriswrld · 2 years ago

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Fem! Reader x Ilja Dragunov

plot: reader congratulates Ilja on his NXT UK title win and he admits his feelings for her but reader refuses to start a relationship because she's moving to the US trope: friends to lovers pairings: british wrestler reader x Ilja Dragunov / reader x (platonic) Kay Lee Ray/ Alba Fyre a.n: im literally so obsessed with him its crazy. this is set during NXT TakeOver 36 and time skips to Iljas nxt roster debut

Y/N groaned in pain as she kicked out barely in time. She was facing Meiko Satomura for the NXT UK Championship during NXT TakeOver 36. This match was set just before the NXT UK Championship match, Ilja Dragunov vs Walter to break his 800+ day streak. Meiko looked at the referee in disbelief, not believing that Y/N just kicked out of two scorpion kicks and a suplex. Her distracted gave Y/N a chance to kick her in the face, and lock her into a sleeper hold. "And a sleeper hold from Y/N! Is she gonna get Meiko Satomura to tap out?!"

Y/N's eyes widened when Meiko managed to flip Y/N onto her back and she let out another pained groan. Y/N pulled herself up to her knees only for Meiko to run and perform Scorpio Rising onto Y/N pinning her to the three count to retain her title. "And still! Your NXT UK Women's Champion! Meiko Satomura!" Y/N slammed her hand down in frustration and anger, upset that she couldn't win the title but it wasn't anybodys fault except hers. A few tears ran down her face as she sat in the corner, looking at Meiko who raised her title proudly.

Y/N bit her lip and looked up to see Meiko extend her hand to Y/N. With a heavy sigh she took Meikos hand, letting Meiko held pull her up. Y/N stepped back and bowed out of respect, in which Meiko also bowed. "Congratulations," Y/N spoke, shaking Meikos hand gently before stepping out of the ring to let Meiko have her moment. Y/N got backstage, getting a round of applause from everyone in the gorilla. She smiled as she shook the hand of Triple H and then Shawn Michaels. Y/N thanked them before making her way out but Walter, who was in the gorilla for his match next, stopped her.

"You did phenomenal. Congratulations on your match." Walter said, putting a hand on her shoulder gently and offering a smile. "Thank you. It means a lot. Good luck out there," Y/N responded, shaking Walter's hand before continuing to leave the gorilla. She didn't even notice she passed Ilja before he had gently grabbed her arm to stop her. She turned to look at him and smiled, "I just wanted to say you did amazing out there. Even though you didn't win, you still put everything on the line to make the match great. I'm very proud of you." Y/N smiled at his kind words and looked up at him.

"Thank you, I can't express how much that means to me. Uh I really hope you win tonight so good luck and stay safe," Y/N said, leaning up and pressing a kiss to his cheek. Ilja nodded and blushed as he watched Y/N walk away and run over to Kay Lee who immediately grinned and embraced her best friend. "You did so good! I liked the little homage you payed to me," Kay Lee said. Y/N laughed and pulled away, "Thank you. It was a last minute thing but I just had to pay homage to the woman who got me back into wrestling." Kay Lee smiled and glanced back to see Ilja enter the gorilla, not before taking a glance back at Y/N who was looking at Kay Lee.

"Sooooo...you gonna tell Ilja how you really feel about him? Or are you still too scared?" Kay Lee teased, nudging Y/N's shoulder as they walking into the women's locker room. "Shut up. I'm not scared I just don't know if it's the right time. This was my last match in NXT UK and Ilja most likely is gonna win the championship tonight so that would mean we're gonna be in completely different continents. It wouldn't work out between us whether he likes me back or not," Y/N stated, plopping down on the couch and looking at Iljas match about to start.

"Oh come on, you don't seriously think you can't make it work?" Kay Lee asked I'm disappointment. She had shipped Ilja and Y/N the minute they had met in wXw. "Kayleigh you try dating someone who lives in the UK whilst you're moving the US. It would never work out with our schedules," Y/N shrugged. Kayleigh frowned but dropped the subject and leaned her head on Y/N's shoulder as they watch the match.

Y/N let out an excited shout, shaking Kayleigh in excitement when Ilja pinned Walter for the title. "And new!! NXT UK Champion! Ilja Dragunov!!!" Kayleigh and Y/N grinned and hugged each other, both happy for their friend. A tear of happiness fell from Y/N's eye as Ilja held up the title with tears in his own eyes. "Go! Go to him!" Kayleigh said, and Y/N turned to look at her, "Should I? Are you sure?" Kayleigh nodded, "Yes! Go!" Y/N nodded to herself before running out of the locker room and heading to the gorilla. Ilja made it back through the curtains and Y/N immediately ran and hugged him, he ignored the pain in his chest and embraced her back without hesitation.

Y/N smiled and pulled away slowly, "Congratulations! You deserve it more than anyone!" She smiled. He grinned, "Thank you Y/N. Couldn't have done it without your support." Y/N shrugged it off and he chuckled before she left him to talk with Hunter and everyone else. Y/N congratulated Walter on the amazing match before heading to catering where Kayleigh had went to talk with Dakota. "Sooooo...did you tell him?" Dakota asked as Y/N sat down at the table, taking a sip of the cold water she grabbed. "No, he just finished his match, I can't burden him with that," Y/N said, shrugging slightly.

"Hey Y/N, Ilja asked me to tell you if you can go to the medic room, he needs to talk to you," Shaun (LA Knight) said, sitting down next to her and taking a bite of Kay Lee's brownie in which she slapped his hand. "Oh okay, thanks for lettin me know," Y/N said, he nodded and snatched Kay's cookie off her plate. Y/N stood up and headed to the medical room, knocking on the door before peeking in and Ilja waved her over. Y/N stepped in and shut the door, glancing at the title that laid on the chair. As much as she was happy for him, it also meant they wouldn't see each other as much anymore.

"You wanted to see me?" Y/N asked, leaning on the wall and watching as he held a bag of ice to his very red chest from all the chops to the chest he took. Literally anyone who faced Walter needed to ice their chest considering Walter was literally known for his famous chest chops. "Yeah, I actually really wanted to tell you something important," he said, setting down the ice and Y/N gave him her full attention. "Uhm, I don't really know how to say this. But, ever since we met that night in wXw, I couldn't stop myself from falling completely in love with you. And over the years I thought I could finally push those feelings away and let you go when you started dating Jordan two years ago but I still just couldn't push those feelings away. I don't think I've ever felt this way for anyone so I'm hoping you feel the same."

When Y/N didn't say anything he let out a sigh and looked down in disappointment. "I really don't know what to say. I mean I obviously didn't realize I loved you until after me and Jordan broke up and you were the first to show up to my place and do your absolute best to cheer me up. I just, I mean I really wished you told me this sooner," Y/N mumbled. Ilja leaned forward and gently took her hand, pulling her closer to him. "I wish I did to so I could ask you to be my girlfriend sooner," Ilja said, cupping her face gently and she smiled slightly.

But then she remembered that she would be moving to the US and looked down in guilt. "What? What is it?" He asked in concern, seeing her face drained of the happiness it showed before. "I...I can't be your girlfriend, Ilja," Y/N said, and the happiness also drained from his face but also some confusion showed. "What do you mean you can't?" He gently moved her face so she looked at him and she sighed heavily. "Tonight was my last match in the NXT UK. Next week I'm announcing my departure from NXT UK and next month I'm debuting on NXT. I'm gonna be moving to the US," Y/N explained, watching all the color drain from his face which made her feel guilty.

"Well, I guess that's a really good reason for rejection," Ilja said with a small chuckle, putting on a smile but she knew it was fake. Y/N smiled softly and nodded, "How about we make a proposal?" She said, and he perked up, interested in the proposal. "I'm listening."

"When you get called up to the main roster or NXT, then we can continue this conversation about this relationship. Deal?" Y/N stuck out her pinkie and Ilja looked down at it with a raised brow, "There's no way I'm doing a pinkie promise," he said. Y/N rolled her eyes and scoffed, "Don't act so high class with me. Intertwine the goddamn pinkie Dragunov," Y/N said with raised brows. Ilja sighed and threw his head back with a dramatic groan before intertwining his pinkie with hers and she let out a small cheer. "You didn't have to but it was so funny anyways," Y/N laughed.

Ilja rolled his eyes but let out a small chuckle of amusement, "I hate you." Y/N scoffed, "A minute ago you confessed your love for me so I think otherwise." Y/N smiled and he smiled, wishing he could just kiss her already but they couldn't or they would most definitely start a relationship. He didn't want to be the reason Y/N would stay in the UK for him so he had to let her go.

Just for now.

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It was exactly over a year later. Y/N was NXT Women's Champion, winning the title from Mandy Rose at NXT: Stand & Deliver. She had currently unified the NXT and NXT UK titles at Worlds Collide, having a phenomenal match with Meiko Satomura and pinning the Champion, which she was heavily praised for as it was very rare for someone to pin the woman. (Blair wasn't in the match) Y/N was told she would be fueding with her long time friend Alba Fyre FKA Kay Lee Ray. This set up Y/N vs Alba at Halloween Havoc for the title.

Y/N rolled her shoulders as she walked out of Shawn Michaels office. He was discussing how he was giving her full permission to say what she wanted on the mic. Before Triple H recently took charge of the company, Y/N was given written scripts that she had to go off of and now she had full permission to say what she liked. Kayleigh walked over to her and put her arm around her shoulder, "So, after our segment I want you to meet an old friend who came to visit. Or well...stay," Kayleigh said with a smirk and Y/N squinted her eyes at Kayleigh in suspicion.

They entered the gorilla so Y/N didn't have much time to respond before her music hit and she walked out. Y/N wore a black AC/DC shirt that tucked into her black jeans with some combat boots and her hair up in a ponytail. Y/N stepped in the ring and got handed a mic, then a chair, that she set up and sat down on. She waited for the crowd to quiet down before she spoke, "So, last week an old friend of mine challenged me for my title, and attacked Toxic Attraction in the process. Which I don't really care about because it's Toxic Attraction. But I do care about the fact that Alba Fyre thinks she has the right to challenge me when she didn't even earn it."

"But, I thought hell maybe it's a good idea. I mean I'm tired of fighting Mandy Rose and beating her each time! Are you tired of that as well?" Y/N asked the crowd in which they all responded with a 'Yeah!' to her question. "Exactly. Like come on, give me someone else to beat. My left pinkie finger has more talent in it than Mandy Rose does in her entire body. See, now a person like that shouldn't even be focusing on my title. She should be focusing on actually learning how to wrestle because let me tell ya something. Mandy Rose is probably one of my worst opponents ever. I've had better matches with rookies than I've ever had with Mandy Rose."

"So, enough about Mandy because the more I talk about her, the more her ego rises. I'd rather talk about Alba Fyre. See, Alba Fyre and I, we go back all the way to when she had her first match in ICW. Now when we met, I wasn't even wrestling anymore, I had quit, and she was the one to push me to wrestle again and I couldn't be more appreciative for that. But that was years ago, and I'm a new person. And the only thing I appreciate is this title, not friendships. But, but, I couldn't help but notice that Alba Fyre thinks that our past friendship would get her a title opportunity. I really don't appreciate that thought."

"Friendship doesn't get you anything. No because when we were friends, she got everything I wanted. I was stuck under her shadow. I wasn't able to shine on my own. And I'm sure she remembers every second of that. I'm also sure she remembers NXT UK TakeOver, when she almost ended my career all for a bloody title. And I still forgave her." Y/N took a breath, bit her lip as a grin appeared on her lips. But before she could continue, Alba's music hit and she made her way out, wielding her bat as usual but she was sure she didn't need it. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, why are you so obsessed with the past?"

"I've changed my ways, I've apologized for my actions in the past and I've moved on. Why can't you? You can't even respect the past opportunites you were given so why cant you just move on?" Alba asked, stepping into the ring which made Y/N stand up and back up slightly. "You're seriously gonna ask me that? God you are so full of yourself. You're gonna tell me to forget about the past yet the minute you arrived in NXT, you wanted everyone's respect when you did nothing to earn it. You wanted everybody to know that you were one of the greatest NXT UK Women's Champions. No, you don't just demand respect, you earn it. And you would know exactly what that means because you were the one to tell me that."

"I am so sick of handing out opportunities to everyone. First it was Raquel, then it was Iyo, then it was Cora, then it was Dakota, then it was Mandy and now it's you. You don't just get an opportunity just because you change up your persona and think you're better than me. If you want a title opportunity so bad, then do something to prove you deserve it. You know what? How about, Alba Fyre versus Gigi Dolin next week? Winner, gets to face me for the NXT Women's Championship at Halloween Havoc. Oh and darling, if you lose, then you will never get to challenge me for this title again," Y/N said.

Alba smirked and stuck out her hand to the agreement. Y/N looked down at it before shaking her head and walking past Alba, shoulder checking her in the process. As Y/N walked to the curtains, the crowd suddenly grew louder and that's when she turned to notice Toxic Attraction had attacked Alba from behind. Y/N immediately ran back to the ring, sliding in and tackling Mandy off of Alba. Y/N threw her out of the ring and ran into the ropes, coming back and spearing Jacy into the mat as Alba hit Gigi with her bet. Y/N clenched her jaw and picked the mic on the mat, pulling her title onto her shoulder she glared down at Toxic.

"Oh now you done pissed me off. That match I just announced is now gonna be pushed back another week because next week I'm teaming up with Alba Fyre one last time and we're gonna kick your asses!" Y/N tossed the mic and glared down at Toxic Attraction. Alba looked at Y/N and they both looked around at the crowd who chanted for them to hug it out. Y/N stuck out her hand instead and Alba took it, but pulled Y/N into a hug which made the crowd cheer and Toxic Attraction completely shocked by the reunited alliance. Y/N smiled and hugged her old friend back, but then pulled away and grabbed her title, raising it and Alba shook her head with a chuckle.

Once they got backstage, they were obviously praised for the amazing segment before Kayleigh led Y/N to their locker room. "Why is this such a big deal that you need to cover my eyes?" Y/N asked in annoyance and Kayleigh rolled her eyes as she opened the door and led Y/N inside. Kayleigh smiled at Ilja who stood there, had been waiting for them to arrive. "Okay, keep them closed and open them when you hear the door shut," Kayleigh said. Y/N nodded and Kayleigh removed her hands and quickly left the room, giving Ilja and smile before she shut the door.

Y/N grumbled under her breath, annoyed that Kayleigh left the room. Then she let out a sigh before opening her eyes, being faced with Ilja who smiled shyly at her. "Oh my god! What are you doin here?!" Y/N ran and jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and he supported her weight by holding onto her waist. "They finally called you up? It was rumored you were being released," Y/N said, remembering how upset she was when she heard that rumor going around. "I'm debuting tonight actually. I'm gonna be facing Bron Breakker and Jordan at Halloween Havoc," Ilja said.

Y/N grinned and jumped back down so he wouldn't have to keep holding her. "That's so amazing. I'm so happy for you," she said, having her hands on his biceps. "I'm supposed to go out there soon but I really wanted to see you first," Ilja said. Y/N smiled and looked down awkwardly, "Soon...are you gonna be staying here long or are you gonna be called up again?" Y/N asked out of curiosity but also because she needed to know so she could tell him something she also found out. "I think I'm gonna be here for a bit if they book me to win the title. Why?"

"Because I'm being called up to Smackdown after Halloween Havoc. They want me in the title picture I guess," Y/N explained. Y/N couldn't see any disappointment on his face like she thought she would, but instead he looked genuinely proud of her. It was always her dream to be called up. "That's amazing, I'm really happy for you. You deserve it more than anyone," Ilja said, with a proud smile. Y/N blushed and looked down before glancing back up at him, "Do you remember the proposal we made?" Ilja chuckled and nodded, "Yes, how could I forget? You made me pinkie promise."

Y/N chuckled and bit her lip nervously, "Do you wanna...ya know..be my boyfriend?" Ilja didn't even respond before he pressed his lips against hers, not even being able to hold back anymore. Y/N didn't waste a second before kissing him back with the same amount of passion. Pulling away for breath Y/N cupped his face, "I take that as a yes?" She laughed. Ilja chuckled and nodded, pulling her in for another kiss.

His post of the two kissing with her face not shown went viral the minute it was posted, captioned with 'finally got the girl ❤'. It didn't take long for everyone to figure out it was Y/N, especially seeing the haircut and dyed hair. Everyone was happy for them and Y/N could not be more happy to finally be with Ilja.

#nxt imagine #ilja dragunov x reader #ilja dragunov #ilja dragunov imagine #nxt #kay lee ray #alba fyre

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