#orton effect

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[pistachions]

Idk if its a common opinion or not but I actually HATE the rap part of pressure like it feels like it takes away the sentiment of the song and makes me so sad

[kutsyymio]

Day 12: Time stream

Depicted from the episode "The Phineas and Ferb Effect"

Dakota, Cavendish and Orton Mahlson stuck...

Thanks for the wonderful art challenge! @enbyhoneyfluff

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[fieldtomatoes]

there's so many cool specialized certifications I can get that will make me a more skilled EA but they all take time and money and I don't have any extra of either of those rn aaaaaa

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@cody-hammond

[fanfictionsweetheart]

Touch

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

Summary: (Name) and Seth are in his dressing room and she can’t keep her hands off of him. He loves it.

Trigger/Content Warning(s): this is filth, smut, rough sex, piv sex, fingering, oral sex (make receiving) deep throat, gagging, finger sucking, dirty talk, degradation/humiliation, praise, use of the title Messiah in a sexual way, (is this blasphemous, I don’t care), Dom/sub, semi-public sex, cum play/eating

Word Count: 4000 (I might have been truly inspired by this idea, my hands ran away with me)

A/N: I love you for this request, I hope you like what I did with it. Seth is truly filthy inspiration. Also to the anon who requested the Randy Orton fic, I am still working on it, don’t worry, this one just ran away with me first.

Tags: @eringobragh420

Based on this image:

(Name) didn’t know what it was about Seth that turned her knees to jello. Maybe it was the way he held himself along with his good looks. His body was sculpted by the gods to go with a handsome face. He took care of himself too.

His long hand and beard were always clean and well groomed.

And the way he tended to dress in and out of the ring would put most runways to shame.

He wasn’t afraid to wear bright colors and patterns.

But tonight...he was in black.

His long hair was tied back.

His tan torso teasing her and glistening with both oil and sweat.

She couldn’t control herself. The second she saw him in that gear her eyes wandered his body, focusing on the onpenneas of the jacket. The way it hung exposed his chest and abs earning the most appreciation from her.

Seth knew what he did to her as well. He could always tell when he was affecting her more than usual.

But tonight seemed to be even more intense. Like she was a volcano waiting to explode. Her lust rumbling just below the surface.

He noticed every time he would shift her eyes would follow him. Almost like a predator stalking their prey.

But they both knew who was the dominant one in their relationship.

Whenever she got the chance her hands were all over him. Wrapping her arms around one of his. Trailing her fingers along his abs absentmindedly as they talked with his arm over her shoulders. Setting her hands on his shoulders and rubbing his chest when she faced him.

He was relishing in the near worship she was bestowing on him.

“Something on your mind, gorgeous?” He asked when her hands landed on the bare part of his chest again.

(Name) blushed and looked down a bit shy. She had done so many things with him before but every time he made her say what she was thinking or wanted she froze.

Which only made Seth’s smirk widen. He gently took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her head up. The smooth feeling of his black leather gloves making her practically shake. It was even more erotic than she could process.

“Come on, talk to me Princess,” He purred.

They were alone in his dressing room. She knew that. But they were still backstage at Raw. People they both worked with were right outside the door.

“Seth…” she squealed.

“Hmm, that doesn’t sound like the right name, does it, sweetheart?” He said, voice low causing a shiver to run down her spine once more.

“Daddy,” She whined, “I can't…”

“Yes you can,” He said, “Tell me what you want and you can have everything.”

She knew that it would be easier to show him what she wanted. She began to run her hands along his torso again, slipping under the open jacket a bit. She leaned in and began to kiss along his collarbone and neck. Doing her best to convey what she wanted.

Seth smirked, she was always so tactile. He loved it. His gloved hands were back on her hips gripping them firmly.

She began to kiss down his chest. Her hands caressing his abs. She moaned softly against his skin.

Finally she looked up at him, her eyes sultry. She bit her lower lip as he looked down at her. She could tell that her actions were having an effect on him. The way his bulge was straining against his tight pants. One of her soft, skilled hands lowered to grope his cock through them.

“Let me be a good girl for you...please give me permission to worship you...My Messiah,” she breathed.

The effect of her words was instantaneous. One of his hands moved to cradle the back of her head while the other wrapped around her waist. He yanked her closer, forcing her body to be flush with his while crashing his lips to hers.

She moaned and continued to rub him through his pants. She could hardly control her hands as she kissed him. One hand moving to hold the back of his neck while she jerked him tad best she could over his clothes. He groaned into her mouth.

He broke the kiss and looked at her, her eyes heavy lidded and needy. He traced her jaw with his gloved fingers and smirked at how she shivered.

“Open,” He ordered as his fingers traced over her lips.

She was quick to obey. He slipped two of his fingers into her mouth and rubbed them over her tongue. The taste of the gloves made her whimper. She closed her lips around his fingers and sucked on them moaning as she did.

Seth grinned, the look dark and predatory. And it nearly made her knees buckle. Her cheeks were flushed dark as she didn’t what he wanted her to do.

“Undo my pants and pull me out, stroke me,” He ordered her.

(Name) moaned and nodded around his fingers. She undid his gear pants with slightly shaking hands. She got them open enough to pull his cock out of them. He was hard and ready for her touch.

She wrapped her hand around him and began to stroke him while sucking his fingers. Seth let out a groan, his eyes blazing into hers.

“Good girl...that’s it...this is how you worship me right? By doing everything I say, by being a good girl for me.” He growled.

He pressed his fingers further into her mouth making her gag slightly. A moan leaking out afterwards.

Her hand kept working his cock how he liked, even with how lightheaded this whole interaction was making her.

He pulled his fingers from her mouth making her whine at their loss. He gripped her chin with that same hand, keeping her mouth open when he squeezed it just so.

“Get on your knees and worship me,” He ordered her.

“Yes sir,” she breathed.

Seth quickly moved his hand to grip her neck, no pressure just holding it, a show of dominance that made her want to beg him for more.

“What was that name?” He asked her darkly.

“I’m sorry, My Messiah, I’ll be good,” she whimpered.

“Get on your knees and suck my cock like the good little worshipper I know you can be,” He ordered her.

They didn’t really play like this often before and neither wanted to stop. She dropped to her knees eager when he let go of her neck. She quickly leaned in and took him into her mouth. No hesitation. No cares that the door wasn’t locked. That it would be all too easy for someone to walk in and see her worshipping Seth’s cock like a whore...devout worshiper.

In fact that seemed to make her wetter when she focused on it.

Seth for his part groaned while looking down at her. She was a strong and confident woman, a skilled wrestler...yet she so eagerly dropped to her knees to submit to him.

“That’s it...suck my dick, sweetheart, you like how it tastes don't you?” He growled, “You’re my most loyal worshipper aren’t you?”

She moaned while bobbing her head, her bright eyes locked on his handsome face. There was something about the power he exuded in these moments that made her willing to submit to him in every single way he asked for.

And he always rewarded her for her worship and submission.

“Come on, Princess, you can take more, can’t you? I know you can.” He purred.

She bobbed her head more, taking him deeper into her mouth, the tip teasing at the entrance to her throat. Before he had to tell her she pressed herself down more and took him to the base, gagging and moaning all at once.

The growling groan he let out hit her between the legs. It was perfect.

She pulled off just enough to get some air before she pressed herself back down. Doing her best to tease him with her tongue when she wasn’t deep throating him. He loved the sounds she made when she sucked his dick like this.

It made his head spin.

She was far too good with her mouth. Good on the mic, in the ring, and on her knees. She was perfect.

He let her repeat the actions a couple more times before he grasped her hair to urge her off of it.

“I’m not cumming down your throat right now, you wanna worship me properly you know that I get to feel that cunt cumming on my cock,” He growled.

(Name) nodded like a bobble head, “Yes My Messiah,” she whimpered.

“Stand and strip,” He ordered her.

“Yes My Messiah,” She said obediently.

He was merciful and helped her to stand. But he crossed his arms and stepped back to allow her to remove her own clothes. She bent to take off her boots before tossing them to the side. She made quick work of her dress, she hadn’t had a match scheduled tonight so she wasn’t wearing her gear. So seeing Seth in his whole she wasn’t in hers had definitely heightened her desires.

She tossed the dress aside and looked at Seth to check if he wanted her fully nude yet or not. By the dark look in his eyes she knew that he did. She undid the front hook on her bra and tossed it aside with her dress. Then her panties joined the pile of clothes.

She stood in front of him now, naked and presented to him. Her hands behind her back in the proper position.

“Good girl,” he praised, “Always so obedient.”

“Only for you, Messiah,” She said coyly.

“That’s right, only for me,” He said stepping forward.

He brought his gloved hand up again and tapped her lips once more with his first two fingers. That was all the instruction she needed to let her mouth fall open for him. The smirk that brought to Seth’s face made her shiver. The way he was looking at her right now as though he wanted to devour her...it made her mind fuzzy in the best of ways.

He pressed his fingers back inside of her mouth and she eagerly began to suck them like she had his dick only a few minutes ago.

She swirled her tongue over the digest. She knew that based on his gloves he might not be able to feel much of what she was doing. But that didn’t matter. It was the control, the submission...the worship that got them both off in this situation.

He began to move his fingers a bit in her mouth. Dragging them over her eager tongue. Pressing as deep as possible to make her gag before going back to letting her suck on them. He did it again.

Dragging his fingers over her tongue.

Pressing them deep until she gagged, holding them just a second or two longer than before.

Then pulling them back so she could continue sucking them.

Then he did it all over again. She never knew when he was going to and that only served to make her wetter. The entire time his dark brown eyes seemed almost black with lust, heated like coal, as he stared at her.

Watching her.

Taking in every movement of her mouth. The drool that gathered in the corners of her mouth and dribbled down her chin every time he pressed his fingers deep again. Dropping onto her breasts as he kept up the actions.

Soon he added his voice to the mix.

“That’s it Princess, you’re doing so well, sucking my fingers like that.”

“You look so good when you gag...c’mon give me another one…”

“This mouth belongs to me, doesn’t it?”

She nodded around his fingers moaning. He pulled them out and gripped her chin again.

“Doesn’t it?” He asked.

“Yes My Messiah!” She exclaimed breathlessly.

“This pussy does too, doesn’t it?” He asked and moved his hand from her chin while nudging her legs further apart with his foot.

He trailed the gloved fingers that she had just coated in her spit while sucking them along her wet and sensitive slit. He grinned and stroked her again. Slipping between her lower lips to tease her already quivering hope. He could tell she was wet by how easily his fingers could slip along her.

Her breaths were coming in in soft pants while he teased her. She had moved her hands to rear against his chest for balance.

“You’ve been wet all night haven’t you?” He asked while licking his lower lip, “I make you this wet?”

“Yes Messiah...only you…” she whimpered.

“And then I didn’t touch you until now...have you been suffering all night, too horny to think?” He cooed cruelly.

She nodded and whined, “Yes Messiah.”

“But you had to earn my touch didn’t you? Had to prove you were worthy enough, by worshipping me properly, right?” He asked, teasing her entrance with the tip of his fingers again.

“Yes Messiah…” she wanted to ask him to finger her, to give her some relief.

But she just bit her lip. Asking for what she wanted always made her shy, even when she’d just had his dick then fingers in her mouth sucking them like a degenerate.

“C’mon now, Princess, be a good girl and tell me what you want,” He cooed.

“Nnnn...please..” She squeaked as he teased her hole again, before using his thumb to rub her clit.

“Please what? Does my loyal worshipper want a reward?” He purred his dark eyes knowing.

She nodded shyly, her hands clenched into fists now, against his bare chest.

“Be a good girl and ask me for it, or I’ll stop and you won’t get to touch me or have me touch you for the rest of the night,” he said sternly.

“P-Please Messiah...please...can...can I…” she whimpered as he teased her again, his thumb adding more pressure to her clit.

“Speak up or I won’t even let you touch yourself!” Seth warned her.

The deep timbre of his voice at that moment had her shaking. Finally she managed to squeak out what he wanted from her.

“C-Can I have my reward, Messiah, please, I’ve been such a good girl for you...I worshipped your cock and your fingers just how you like…” She gasped, “Can I please have your fingers as a reward, Messiah?!”

The darkness of his grin should be scary, but (Name) loves it. He slipped those two fingers into her soaking channel easily. The feeling of the gloved digits was intense. It was dirty. It was perfect.

“Thank you My Messiah!” She moaned.

He hadn’t even moved his fingers yet and it was almost too much. The first crook he gave them had her knees almost buckling.

Seth just laughed and leaned in to rest his forehead against hers. His eyes bored into hers.

He began to leisurely finger her. Proving his ownership of her with every movement. For her part (Name) just moaned, her eyes watery with pleasures tears.

He sped his fingers up briefly to make her moan more before slowing them down again. Not letting her get too used to a pace and risk ruining the fun too soon.

She was gripping his jacket now, body shaking as he rewarded her with his fingers.

“Thank you Messiah! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” She moaned over and over.

Seth worked her up towards and orgasm and kept her there, teetering on the edge. She wouldn’t cum without permission. She knew better. When they were like this her every orgasm or moment of pleasure belonged to him.

“You wanna cum?” He asked her darkly.

“Y-Yes Messiah...m...may I?” She asked.

“Not yet, you gotta take my cock in this perfect little pussy before I let you cum,” he said, “Do you understand me?”

“Yes Messiah…” She whined, the way he curled his fingers and rubbed her clit made it hard to keep control but she did as he told her.

She was a devout worshiper. She knew how to behave.

He fingered her for a few minutes more, turning her reward into a delicious torment.

He slowed his fingers to a stop when her thighs began to shake. He gently pecked her lips. But even that felt like torment.

“Get over there and bend over the arm of the couch, present yourself for me,” He ordered her.

“Yes My Messiah!” She squeaked.

He slipped his fingers out of her and sucked his middle finger clean. He pulled it out of his mouth with a lewd pop before pressing his forefinger to her lips. She opened her mouth and dutifully cleaned her juices off his gloved finger.

“Good girl,” He purred, “Now get into position.”

She nodded and did as he said as quickly as possible. Her legs were shaking but she still managed to make it over to the couch in his dressing room. She leaned over it.

“No no, the other side,” Seth said, standing there with his arms crossed as he watched her, his hard cock bobbing between his legs.

He was still mostly clothed, or as clothed as he could be considered in his gear. She looked up and blushed darkly. He wanted her facing the large mirror sitting off to the side. But she has one small reservation she had about that. Because not only would she be facing the mirror...but the door as well.

The door she knew to be unlocked.

Still she obeyed. Moving to the other end of the couch and bending over it.

“I want to see your face while I fuck this tight pussy from behind,” Seth growled.

She let out a whine. She knew she could safeword out. But she didn’t want to.

He moved behind her and groped her hips, adjusting her into the exact position he wanted her in. He rubbed his hard cock against her groaning at how wet she was.

“Do you want this?” He asked.

“Yes My Messiah, I want your cock,” she whimpered.

Seth grinned and lined himself up. He pressed in with one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The moan (Name) let out was louder than she expected. Her hand came up to cover her mouth in shock.

Seth just laughed darkly, his grip on her hips tight while he eased himself out before slamming back in. She whimpered and moaned into her hand.

Her wet pussy was gripping him perfectly. It didn’t want to let him go. Seth was already panting. It felt so good. Especially when he could feel her thighs shaking against his.

“That’s it, that’s the pussy I’ve been craving,” He growled.

“Messiah...oh fuck…” she moaned while still trying to control the volume of her voice, “You’re so big…”

Seth growled and began to buck his hips harder. The sloppy sound of her pussy accepting his cock was perfect.

“That’s my good girl, that’s it...take it…” He growled, “You were made for me...made to take this dick...my perfect little princess...my devout priestess…”

That was a new one and it had her squeezing him tighter. She moaned loudly against her hand. She did her best to press back into him.

“Oh, are you chasing your pleasure now?” He laughed darkly, “Or are you trying to please me?”

“Please you! I wanna please you, My Messiah!” She whimpered, “Let me please you!”

He groaned and used their position to yank her back onto him every time he thrust into her. Hitting her deeper and harder. Dragging against her inner walls roughly just how she liked.

It made her head spin. She started to sag forward a bit while still doing her best to press back against him.

Seth shot a hand out to dig into her hair and yank her back up.

“Look at yourself,” he demanded, forcing her to look at her reflection in the mirror, “being fucked by your Messiah like a whore.” He groaned, “You take it so well too, you like it don’t you? You serve me so well, my truly devoted priestess.”

She whined, her pussy clenching around his cock. The degradation and humiliation were mixing together with the praise had her body lighting up in all the right ways. She moaned, digging her fingers into the couch to try and ground herself in some way.

He bucked harder, chasing his own orgasm. But he had to feed her cum first.

He moved his other hand around her body and slipped his hand underneath her to swirl around her clit. Letting go of her hair lean over her body.

“Can I cum, Messiah?” She begged, “Can I please cum?! I’ve been so good tonight.”

“Cum!” He ordered her, “Cum for me so you can milk my cock.”

She gasped and moaned shrilly as his relentless cock and skilled, gloved fingers on her clit drove her to the edge and finally...finally threw her body over it. She came with a high pitched whine of his name and a rush of liquid between her thighs, soaking him, herself, the couch in her juices.

It only took a few more deep thrusts for Seth to bury himself inside of her as he came hard. Filling her with his warm, creamy release.

He placed a gentle kiss between her shoulder blades.

“Good girl,” he praised her.

He pulled out with a hiss and helped her stand back up and turn to face him. To rest back against the couch. He reached down and gathered up some the mixture of their release from between her legs before bringing his gloved fingers to her lips for the final time that night.

Despite how worn out she was, she dutifully opened her mouth to clean his fingers up. Moaning at the mixture of their flavors.

After he pulled his fingers out he cupped her cheek and pulled her into a kiss.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He asked her tenderly.

“I’m amazing,” she laughed breathlessly, “Exhausted but amazing.”

Seth helped her over to sit on the couch while he situated himself back into his pants and gathered up her clothes. He helped her get cleaned up and redressed all while lavishing praise on her. Assuring her he loved her and anything harsh he said or did was only for fun and pleasure.

After she was dressed he grabbed a towel and cleaned up the side of the couch and floor. He got her some water. He grabbed her bag to get her a makeup wipe to clean her face up so nobody would know just how hard he hand fucked her ar work.

“You gonna be okay while I’m out there?” He asked, making her laugh, still loopy with the aftereffects of her orgasm.

She’s forgotten that he hadn’t even had his match yet.

“I think I’m just gonna take a nap with the TV on,” She said, “You wore me out.”

He chuckled and nodded. Of course. He knelt on the floor and stroked her hair until she had fallen asleep.

With a gentle kiss on the forehead he stood up. Switching the gloves from his gear out. He would feel too dirty if he used something he’d just used to pleasure his partner to inflict pain in the ring. It would be an insult to her.

He made a mental note to run by catering before his pre-match promo to grab her something sweet for when she woke up. Even if she didn’t wake up in time for his match he didn’t care. All he wanted was to know that he had done all he could to take care of her.

Before he left his dressing room he glanced at her serene face as she slept on the couch and tender smile gracing his features. How on earth did he get so lucky?

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Day in Fandom History: January 5…

Milo, Zack, and Melissa have to work together with Phineas, Ferb, Candace, Buford, and Baljeet to overcome Murphy’s Law and stop the Pistachion invasion before Derek unleashes his ultimate plan, while Dakota, Cavendish, Orton Mahlson, Dr. Doofenshmirtz and Perry try to prevent the invasion in the past. The first episode of Season 2, “The Phineas and Ferb Effect”, premiered on this day, 6 Years Ago.

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B R O U G H T B E F O R E T H E G U I L D

Carmel Inverurie - Lewdness in the presence of minors, Perverting the course of justice

Sharielle Tracy - Lewd behaviour, solicitation

Jayne Parmentier - Public drunkenness, resisting sanctions

Gillian Orton - Improperly attired

Desiree Campbell - Aggravated adultery

Anne Goffrey - Lewd speech, public intoxication

Stacy Greenford - Coition with livestock

Helena St Ives - Improperly harnessed in the presence of non-Guild menfolk

Karleen Ruddington - Lewd gestures and backtalk during sanctions

Nothing is more shameful in Guild circles than uppity womenfolk. Men who can't keep firm control of their spouses may find they lose them.

These women will probably end up sold, but not before they have been broken and re educated by men who know how to carry out effective correction.

[mrawkweird]

Waller experiencing the Randy Orton Effect.

[acknowledge-reigns]

Hot take:

There's a LARGE amount of wrestling fans that actually do not understand professional wrestling at all.

"______ is good in the ring" or "_____ is an amazing athlete" is not enough to make them top of the industry because professional wrestling is not just a sport. It's sports entertainment. A performance art and it's a business. There are many pieces that go into being an amazing professional wrestler and to be top of the line you have to be the total package (insert lex luger joke here, ya marks).

People I consider as such are men like Roman Reigns, Bray Wyatt, John Cena, The Rock, The Undertaker, Randy Orton, Seth Rollins, The Usos, Jacob Fatu, Drew McIntyre and as of late Dominik Mysterio and CM Punk. Women like AJ Lee, The Bella Twins, Becky Lynch, Rhea Ripley, Bianca Belair and Naomi to name a handful. There are also many many more so don't cuss me out for not naming your faves. Lmao.

These are all around superstars.

What do I mean by all around superstar? I mean they're A++

- In Ring

- On the Mic

- Storytelling

- Innovation. Can this particular superstar do something we've never seen before? And leave the industry better than they found it?

- Has the "look" (Could this guy/gal/human be a kid's hero or supervillain?)

- Drawing Power. Do people come to see them specifically?

- How much money are they generating for the product? In ticket sales, merch etc.

- Can they build are true and genuine connection with fans?

- Do they have the industry's best interest at heart? Ie. Supporting other talent, making sacrifices etc.

A good professional wrestling isn't JUST "Oh xyz can hit a killer poisonrana!"

(Cool as all that shit is!)

Certain fans get heavily focused on moveset and that's all they care about, however what they don't realize is this isn't amateur wrestling. This isn't exclusively about "real graps" or whatever. Are their wrestlers that do that? Yes. Of course. But that's their style. Not everyone is a technical wrestler. You don't have to like it of course but it's fact.

There are so many different styles of wrestling that vary person by person and culture by culture. You can't force someone who exclusively performs lucha libre to perform strong style and say that they can't wrestle when they don't do it. Imagine telling a professionally trained Pianist you'd much rather hear Guitar and proceeding to get pissed that the Pianist cannot play said guitar and starting a whole smear campaigne about how the pianist isn't a real musician because of it all while you can't even play the fucking spoons. Bffr.

Wrestling is an art form. An art form that is all inclusive and has been around for ages. I might not prefer the style you do or vice versa however in my personal opinion a professional wrestling fan who actually knows what they're watching knows there are layers to this for a reason and can appreciate the many different shades and aspects of it. It's like listening to music but only caring about the singers voice. Completely disregarding the songwriting, instruments, production, album cover etc. In doing that you're not even truly appreciating the product.

Ps. None of these gifs are mine. Credit to whoever created them. Just using them for dramatic and comedic effect.

Do NOT come at me bitching about my opinions because you feel some kind of way about my timing in posting this Mr. Ring G*neral isn't the only one that is lacking, this is a general thing about multiple people and not just cause Jey lost, so G*nther shooters, don't take this personal. Or do. Just block me instead of starting shit. I try to censor names when I'm discussing my unfavorable opinions of wrestlers so it does not wind up in the tags of people who actually do enjoy said wrestler. Trust me, as a more than decade long Roman diehard I know how annoying that can be.

Anywhoooo, those are my disclaimers. Feel free to chime in as long as it's all respectful dialogue 💖

[pistachions]

I always quite like the fact that Orton Mahlson is still "writing what he knows" for Dr zone yk considering he time travelled a bunch and wasn't able to make a show about the zoning commission

[thlayli-ra]

I got you a whump idea thlayli! The wheel has chosen "chronic pain" and I wanna see if you can do it in my Silver Knight au with Silver knight and Silver Randy! Love ya! ❤️ 🍩💖🍩

Eek! The pressure! Hope it delivers, Doughnut! (Love ya too!)

Trick - 'Chronic Pain'

Characters - LA Knight, Randy Orton

Rating - 'Teen and up'

Warning Tags - Smut, Daddy/Baby kink

LA Knight knew his back was on the verge of seizing up about two thirds of the way through his match. Sure, he'd managed to emerge victorious, but the twenty-something greenhorn that he'd put in his place had already scampered back up the ramp to lick his wounds, while he was still sitting on the edge of the ring apron, working up the courage to move.

It was only when one of the cameramen informed him that the commercial break was almost over and he needed to leave that he creaked himself off the apron onto the floor and the pain in his knees flared up too. With one arm on his lower back, and his other using the guard rail as a support, Knight hobbled his way to the back. Spying himself on the giant screen of the Titan Tron, he heaved a sigh. He looked like an old man.

He was an old man!

Hell, they were already throwing around the dreaded 'R'-word when he first arrived at WWE at the ripe old age of forty! That was over twenty years ago, and here he was in his sixties, still going, still holding on, unable to let go of the pull of the crowd, their adoration and worship. He loved the kiss of the mat, the smell of stale sweat that hung in the air, the butterflies in his stomach before his music hit, the shot of adrenaline when they chanted his name.

He loved it all. And like any addict, the thought of going cold turkey terrified him more than anything. He had been fortunate, however and his body had held throughout the decades to gift him a long, decorated career.

But even the most cared-for and well-trained bodies decayed over time and the cracks were finally started to show in his. His knees were failing and his back was getting stiff, the painkillers becoming less and less effective at numbing the agony.

'Come on, now, enough with the defeatist crap,' Knight scolded himself internally. 'That aint your style. You're sore now but your heat-pack is warming up right now in your locker room and once you strap it on, you'll feel like a new man again.' He smirked smugly, letting go of the rail and straightening his spine despite its protests to walk the final few steps tall and proud. 'You aint ready for the glue factory just yet, old timer.'

Making his way through the curtain, Knight found his plans instantly dashed when he was accosted by a imposing figure. Age did nothing to dim the captivating allure of Randy Orton who stood every inch as tall as he had in his youth and if anything only seemed to be getting broader. His arms and shoulders, his waist and thighs were thicker these days, still densely packed with muscle making him look huge in comparison to most other wrestlers on the roster.

Including Knight! And he wasn't exactly a scrawny man by any standards. Sure parts of his body were softer than before and he was losing the battle against gravity so things were starting to sag a little, but his dedication to the gym meant he remained beautifully defined all over, even the mounds of his six pack still peeked through his paunchy belly.

He was still capable of catching an eye or two, these days maybe more than ever. And what's more, he knew it!

'That was stunning,' Randy noted slyly, stroking the back of his fingers down Knight's clammy cheek, Knight's heart giving a flutter.

'What, my match,my win?' he teased with a grin. 'You're gonna have to be more specific.'

'You... just you,' Randy replied, now cupping Knight's cheek with his large palm.

'Again, you're gonna have to be more specific. Which part of me did you like?'

Randy leant in closer, bringing his voice down low. 'Are you fishing for compliments, Baby?'

'From you, Daddy? Always!'

'Hmm.' Pulling back, Randy kept his lips sealed tight, instead moving his hand to caress through Knight's short, spiked hair. It had been many colours over the years. When he was an infant, it had been a glittering gold, but by the time he'd reached school age it had darkened to a rich tawny brown and now in his old age, it had gone a bright silvery grey. Like the majestic feathers of a swan's wing, it shimmered against his tanned skin (he opted for a slightly darker hue these days to bring out the contrast) and with his beard now almost matching too (just a few sparse patches of chestnut and auburn remaining) and the thick thatch of silver body hair covering every inch of him, he cut a striking figure, indeed.

Randy, like all of his husbands, was very fond of Knight's silvery locks and loved to brush his fingertips through it. Pity he couldn't return the favour - Randy didn't need to shave his head these days, hadn't for a long time now - but Knight didn't mind. There were plenty other parts of Randy that he adored getting his hands on.

'Why don't I show you what I mean?' Randy quirked a cheeky eyebrow at Knight who felt even weaker at the knees than before and had to steady himself with his bare shoulder against the wall.

'H-here? Now?'

'Why not? I don't have a match later.' Not that anyone could tell since he was wearing his gear underneath his tight-fitting shirt. Randy was always ready to step into the ring, no matter what was written on the match card.

The offer was too good to pass up, but then a twinge snapped in Knight's lower back and he fought the urge to rub it in case Orton saw and called the whole thing off. He was desperate for some quality time with his Daddy, he just needed a moment to swallow down some painkillers, strap on the heat-pad for a spell and limber up, that's all.

'How can I refuse?' he said with a cute shrug. 'Just give me a half-hour to hop in the showers and prep myself for ya then-'

'Oh no, Baby,' now both of Randy's hands held Knight's jaw, drawing him in closer so that Randy could place his lips at his ear. His warm breath tickled the inner layers of his ear canal, making Knight shudder with delight. 'I'll do the honours tonight.'

And so, Knight found himself on the leather sofa in his locker room, perched on his knees with his wrestling trunks bunched around his thighs and his upper chest and shoulders resting on the arm to support himself. And God bless Randy who lubed him and prepped him so thoroughly when there was absolutely nothing back there that could be described as tight these days. And when he felt the entire length of Randy's girth slide his way up his loosened passage into the centre of his core, it felt so damn good that all that pain in his knees and back were instantly forgotten.

Well... almost!

Kinda like when there's an itch right there in the middle of your foot, just underneath the hard, calloused skin on the sole and no amount of scratching or scrubbing or scuffing quite reaches it. Or maybe more when you have a toothache and no matter how much you try to distract yourself all you can feel is that dull, pulsing throb, and for some bizarre reason, all you want to do is worry it with your tongue or gnash your teeth down hard on it. Or at least, that's what Knight would do, try to lean into the pain, and he did that now, arching his back up, which in turn applied more pressure to his cranky knees. The pain intensified, upping the adrenaline rushing through his veins and it made the good stuff feel all that much better.

Unable to lift his head up with his hips so high, Knight lay with his cheek flat against the leather and groaned. His undecipherable noises getting louder and louder with each perfectly aimed thrust from Randy. The older man held him tight, his strong fingers digging in to the squishy muffin rolls at Knight's flanks deep enough to bruise them (Knight knew this because he loved to count them in the mirror the following morning) and pounded into him, knowing that Knight enjoyed things a little rougher than most.

'You liking that, Baby?'

The silver-haired man could only answer with a slew of slurred moans. Randy slid his palm up Knight's back, his fingertips catching in the soft folds of fat and muscle around his shoulder blades and dragged it back, lightly scraping the bronze skin with his fingernails. Knight let out the loudest groan yet and yes, it was partly because he liked getting a little scuffed up by his Daddy (he had chosen wrestling as his only profession for crying out loud, it came with the territory!) but also because Randy had unknowingly hit several knots that were clenching up like balled fists of flesh.

'Do that again, Daddy! Please!' Knight begged and Randy was all too happy to oblige, this time dragging both palms down Knight's back. It felt almost like a massage but didn't hit deep enough. Unlike Randy's cock which at that very moment was buried in him right up to the hilt, grinding back and forth against Knight's swollen prostate and reducing almost every one of his waking thoughts to mush. He couldn't process a full strand of consciousness let alone string together a sentence, but he managed to let out a long, drawn-out rumble from his throat, his eyelids falling shut. 'Nearly there already, Baby? Tut tut! You just wait for Daddy to finish first, you hear me?'

Knight may not boast the same stamina he once had but dear lord, Randy sure did. He kept going for another ten minutes at least, pumping and thrusting into Knight's pliant body, changing the pace every so often to draw out more moans of joy from his enraptured, younger husband. Sometimes painfully slow, almost pulling his dick right out of Knight's slack hole before snaking all the way back in again, sometimes blisteringly fast until the slapping sounds of their hips colliding became deafening. Sometimes he gripped Knight's hips, sometimes he scratched his back, sometimes he buried his fingers in Knight's silver hair and lightly tugged at it.

Knight loved every second of it. Every single, tiny, minuscule second!

But all good things have to come to an end some time, and when Randy felt himself drawing close to his climax, he curled his arm under Knight's quivering stomach to grip his rock-hard cock and help him towards the finish line as well. Randy had barely touched him before Knight spilled his load - he'd been holding on by the skin of his teeth for what seemed like eternity by then - and Randy soon followed, coming with a grunt deep inside of Knight.

They stayed that way for a minute or two, joined together, but when the waves of pleasure battering Knight's skull began to wain and calm, the pain drew in like dark clouds in the sky.

Easing himself free, Randy wobbled over to Knight's bag to fetch a towel and wipe the mess off himself. 'I take it back,' he said with a chuckle, 'that was stunning!'

He didn't receive an answer so looked back over his shoulder to find Knight still strung out on the couch, not even a finger or strand of hair moved from when he'd left him.

'Everything ok there, Baby?' he asked with a smug grin.

'I... can't move,' Knight replied, his voice hoarse.

'Hope I didn't break anything,' Randy gloated. Yet still, Knight remained where he was, as still and lifeless as the couch itself. Randy started to become concerned. 'Eli? Is something wrong?'

Knight gave a ragged sigh, bitterly disappointed in himself for having to admit, 'my back's seized up. Knees too. I actually can't move. At all.'

'Oh shit,' Randy rushed to his side, looking the frozen man up and down frantically. 'Here, I'll lift you.'

'No! Don't do that!' Knight yelped. 'It'll sort itself out in a few minutes, it always does.'

But that didn't sit right with Randy. 'There must be something I can do?'

It was sweet really, how much he cared for a creaky, washed-up old relic like Knight and the silver haired man couldn't help but smile at his lover's worry. 'My heat-pad's over there in the corner. And I have some painkillers in my bag - front left pocket.'

Randy followed his orders, carefully wrapping the heat-pad around Knight's waist and securing it in place then popping the pills into his mouth and helping him swallow them down with some water from his bottle. When he'd done everything he could, Randy crouched beside Knight's head and stroked his hair to soothe him until everything kicked in.

'Oh Baby,' he sighed. 'Why didn't you tell me?'

'I didn't want you to think I'm some brittle old man,' Knight admitted.

'I would never think that,' Randy sighed, nuzzling his face against his husband's. 'You should have told me I was hurting you.'

'It wasn't you, I felt it out in the ring during my match.'

'And you didn't say something? Eli, if this had been one of our baby husbands and they'd hurt themselves in the ring then never said anything and made it worse, we'd have gone nuts.'

'I know, I know, I'm a dummy,' Knight chuckled. 'I may be older but I aint wiser.' He paused, tried to shift his hips and grunted. 'I guess I just... don't want to admit that I'm coming to the end of my career.'

'Says who?'

Knight shot Randy a raised brow. 'I'm frozen in place like a goddamn human footstool right now.'

They both laughed at that and the ridiculousness of the situation. Once the mirth had died down, Randy picked the conversation back up again. 'It has to end some time,' he noted, sadly. Knight felt the knots tighten again, only this time, it was around his heart. 'But not yet. I'm older than you and I'm not ready to hang up my boots just yet, so why should you? We're still showing these younger guys up, right?'

'Sure are,' Knight agreed, rolling his shoulder. The muscles were finally starting to loosen.

'Then why stop? There's still some gas left in these rusty old tanks, let's keep driving that dusty road.'

At last Knight was able to push himself up. Grimacing at every creak and snap of his tired bones, he sat back on his ragged knees and tilted his head fondly at his husband. 'You were always the more poetic one,' he smiled and Randy stood up to kiss his lips.

'And you were always the cutest one.' Knight's cheeks turned pink at that, confirming Randy's words. 'Now, will a hot shower help with your back?'

'Depends. Are you gonna join me?'

Randy rolled his eyes. Helping his silver-haired husband up to his feet, he held him close to his side as they hobbled their way to the showers. 'You never learn, do you?'

'I sure hope not!'

'Good thing Daddy is here to take care of you.' Randy kissed Knight's cheek. 'Love you, Baby.'

'Love you, Daddy.'

[yen-sids-tournament]

Quotable Disney Losers Bracket A Poll 3/8

***Please vote on the content of the quote not the format of the picture***

Orton Mahlson, Milo Murphy's Law; The Phineas and Ferb Effect 2017

Officer Judy Hopps, Zootopia 2016

Basil of Baker Street, The Great Mouse Detective 1986

Grunkle Stan, Gravity Falls; Fight Fighters 2012

[monotreme-manners]

Sara Murphy is Professor Time AU!

I made a post saying that Sara Murphy should have been Professor Time. Surprisingly, quite a few people liked it! So, here are my ideas.

This is a LONG post.

In "Fungus Among Us":

- They do actually end up saving Sara from the ~windowless van~ at Lard World. Since Doctor Zone got canceled in this timeline, Sara isn't a fan of it and doesn't recognize Orton Mahlson. But she is still obsessed with comic books and cosplay. She has a ton of merch and makes her own props/costumes.

- Once Cavendish gets the address for Professor Time, he doesn't say it outloud and his phone doesn't break.

- As both Cav and Milo navigate everyone through the sewers, Milo keeps making comments about how recognizable these sewer paths are (because they're going to the Murphy House).

- Once at the Murphy House, they think it must be some kind of mistake! Until... they realize Sara IS Professor Time!

- The gag is Cavendish has some Professor Time merch item OR Dakota has the Professor Time chips. Cav and Dakota look at the Professor Time logo, then at Sara, then at Professor Time, then at Sara, then at Professor Time, then at Sara. Cavendish exclaims that Sara is Professor Time well after the audience realizes this.

- Cavendish and Dakota did not recognize Sara as Professor Time at first because she looks different as she gets older. The couple times they do interact before s2 are brief and were more focused on things like... saving the world from pistachio plants.

- Dakota questions why Cav couldn't have recognized her earlier and Cavendish chastises that Dakota didn't either. Cue end of the episode.

In "The Phineas and Ferb Effect":

- At the Murphy House (probably in the garage or backyard), Milo notices one of the props Sara has been making is very similar to Doctor Zone's Time Beehicle. Sara keeps correcting everyone and says that it's not meant to be a time travel car.

- The gag is she keeps trying to explain what comic the car is supposed to be from and what it actually does. Her explanation gets increasingly more convoluted. She eventually gives up and agrees to use it for time travel purposes.

- Orton has already drawn the car and written down everything that Sara is trying to explain.

- This is also where they realize they'll need more time juice. Since they are already at the Murphy House, Milo and Diogee go to his room to get the clock (and fight off his Pistachion parents).

- They end up after they needed to in 1965 because, as Sara explained, it's NOT a time machine! This is also cause for the malfunction that crash lands them on the Island of Dakotas.

- Cavendish does not get angry at Sara the same way he does with Doof. Instead, he is more frustrated and keeps telling Sara that if she just puts her mind to it then she will figure things out. Some of Cavendish's own insecurities show as he tells her that it is going to be SO rewarding to figure out time travel and save the world.

- Sara gets very anxious and overwhelmed with getting told all of this. She hasn't even figured out where she wants to go to college or what career to pursue. All she knows is that she loves comic books, cosplay, and TV. She starts to spiral in a similar way she did during "Love Toboggan."

- The Lot of Pressure song doesn't need to change! I actually think this would be a great duet with Orton and Sara. Sara is just a teenage girl who can't deal with all of this!

- The end of the episode can play out the same way! Sara has her hero moment, and all she has to do is remember to come back. Professor Time comes back to save the day because of course future Sara read Orton Mahlson's memoir. Sara, Milo, and Orton get to do the iconic Doctor Zone tagline! Professor Time (Sara) and Doctor Zone (Orton) go back to 1955 to correct the timeline.

- After the timeline is restored, Sara remembers her love for Doctor Zone. She works on making her cosplay props into actual workable gadgets that could help on her way to becoming Professor Time. She also begins to study physics more (and chronometry/horology).

Extra:

- Cavendish idolizes Professor Time the same way gay men idolize Madonna. He tells everyone to be nice to that young lady because she has more knowledge and talent than you ever will. Dakota and Cavendish try to protect her like they did with Milo in "Missing Milo."

- Milo thinks it's kind of cool, but Sara will always be his big sister. And that's way cooler than being Professor Time.

- I don't know where Doofenshmirtz and Perry would fit into "The Phineas and Ferb Effect" lmao. They could probably still be with Dakota, Cavendish, Orton, and Sara. Doofenshmirtz can still have his love of orange soda, and Perry can still be his cool, helpful secret agent self. Maybe that little plot can be mixed in with this AU (but that might be too convoluted).

- Milo got to help create Doctor Zone and Sara should too! She helps inspire Orton Mahlson to create parts of that show with their time travel antics. And, once the timeline is restored, Sara takes a lot of inspiration from Doctor Zone to create time travel devices/props. This creates a bit of a paradox, but those are welcome in MML (the peach paradox is one of my favorite bits).

- This could also be a nice sentiment about how fans and creators inspire each other.

- I have more ideas about Sara as Professor Time in s2, but I will probably save that for another post!

[wrestlersownmyheart]

Hi. I love your stories. I have an idea for a ficlet. I would love one where Randy Orton and the reader go to a haunted house and he protects the reader from all the Scary things

Aww thank you so much sis! Hope you enjoy what I did! 🙂

Title: Haunted House Pairing: Randy Orton X Reader Summary: You and Randy decide to visit a Haunted House on Halloween night and you get so spooked he has to protect you. Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: None. Just fluff and an attempt at comedy.

NOTE: I have never done a Haunted House before, so bear with me. I hope I did this correctly.

Haunted House

“I don’t know about this,” you said, taking Randy Orton’s large hand. “I’ve never been in a haunted house before, Randy.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N,” Randy coaxed, his bright blue eyes flashing. “It’ll be fun. Besides, you can’t go to a Halloween carnival without visiting the haunted house.”

You were both dressed up for Halloween as Han Solo and Princess Leia from the Return of the Jedi. Your costume was complete with the golden bikini and a super long clip in braid.

“Yeah but they say this house is actually haunted,” you argued. “Like, for real. That’s like deciding to pay the Amityville house a visit! Are you crazy??”

Randy chuckled, and brought your hand to his mouth, kissing it softly. “Why so scared? I’ll protect you.”

“I don’t doubt you’d try,” you replied, “But how are you going to protect me from a ghost, or worse, a poltergeist?”

He chuckled again and led you up the walkway toward the house. “It’ll be fine. If it gets too bad, we’ll find the nearest emergency exit and leave. Deal?”

You nodded reluctantly, “O-okay.”

You went through the, what used to be, white gate of the picket fence which framed the large yard and walked toward the front door. A small group of teenage girls were behind you, already giggling hysterically. 

“Somehow, I think if we’re stuck in front of them the whole time, I’m gonna be ready to climb the walls before this is over,” you remarked, with a roll of your eyes.

“Don’t worry, they’ll be more quiet when they get scared,” Randy chuckled deviously. “And I can always scare them worse than this house would.”

You nodded your agreement with a soft hum of approval.

He was telling the truth. Randy was an insanely attractive man, but he could definitely turn into a scary lunatic when he wanted to–usually when he was wrestling or filming a segment for the WWE.

You stepped up to the first step of the porch, and–

“ROAAAR!!” A Freddy Krueger leapt out from behind the open front door.

At the same time, you jumped out of your skin and your hand shot to your chest as the teenagers squealed, and Randy laughed aloud.

“This is gonna be fun,” he exclaimed.

“If you say so,” you said under your breath.

You both stepped into the house, followed by the annoying teenage girls, and you were already cringing when a goblin flew by your face, shrieking in laughter, it’s ragged clothing brushing across your cheek.

“It’s just a bunch of jump-scares,” you griped to Randy. “Can’t we just forget about this?”

“Once you enter, you don’t exit,” came the killer’s voice from the Scream films. Right behind you. You turned and immediately screamed at seeing Ghostface run at you.

“How the heck did he hear me,” you demanded. “I wasn’t talking that loud. Randy, this is freaky.”

“Relax, babe, it’s just part of the show,” Randy said, leading you forward. “I won’t let anything touch you.”

“Okay,” you agreed reluctantly, letting him take your hand and lead you further into the house.

You both turned down a hallway and immediately heard a door slam in the near distance followed by a woman’s scream. You couldn’t decide if it was sound effects or if the “for real” haunted house was beginning to show its true colors.

That thought nearly sent you into a panic. “Randy, I really want out of here. Please.”

“Okay, baby, we can leave,” Randy said, turning you toward the way you’d just come. He affectionately squeezed your shoulders. “We’ll go back out the front door since we already know what is lurking there.”

You nodded as he led you, and you immediately felt bad. “I’m sorry. I know you wanted to do this.”

“No worries, babe. It’s not a big deal. I just thought since you’d never been to one that it’d be fun for you. If it’s scaring you that bad I don’t want you to do it either.”

“Sir,” an authoritative voice said from behind the two of you. You turned and saw that “Freddy Krueger” was acting as hall monitor, so to speak. “Sir, you’re not allowed to leave back through the front door. I’m afraid you have to go through the remaining haunted house to get to the actual exit.

“Please,” you started. “I’m freaked out and I just want out of here.”

“There’s only a couple of hallways to get through ma`am.”

It was surreal for Freddy Krueger to be speaking so politely to you. But polite or not you wanted out of this house and you wanted out now.

“I don’t care. I’m not going and you can’t make me,” you said feeling childish, but nonetheless justified.

“Ma`am…”

“Look, Freddy,” Randy started sarcastically, popping his knuckles and clearly losing his patience. “We’re going out the front door. If you don’t like that, I don’t think there’s a lot you can do about it.”

“I can stop you from going through the door.”

Freddy was getting pretty snarky.

“And I can slap the taste out of your pizza-faced mouth,” you said in retaliation.

“Now listen,” Freddy started, pointing his finger blade at you. “I-”

“Don’t you dare point that blade at me,” you cried indignantly. You let loose and slapped him across the face.

“HEY!” Freddy was suddenly angry and latched onto your arm with his gloved hand. 

“OW,” You cried, as the metal of the glove dug into your skin. The blades were thankfully dulled down to where it didn’t actually cut you, but it still hurt.

“Okay, that’s it,” Randy said a second before driving his fist into Freddy’s face. 

Freddy was down for the count.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Randy said, taking your hand and heading for the front door.

You both hurried through the door and were instantly out in the cool night air.

“Thank you, baby,” you said softly as you walked away from the house and headed out of the carnival toward Randy’s car.

“No one's gonna put their hands on you on my watch,” he said, as he walked you to the passenger’s side of the large SUV. “No one.”

He opened the door for you and helped you into the seat, before gently closing the door again. Then he was jogging around to the driver’s side and getting in himself.

“I love you, Randy.”

He looked over at you and smiled. “I love you too.” His dimples appeared then. “In fact I was going to do this after the haunted house, but Freddy screwed it up,” he chuckled, pulling a velvet box out of his costume’s pocket. He opened the box to reveal a diamond ring. “Y/N… Would you marry me?”

“Oh my God, Randy! Yes!” You squealed the words and latched onto him kissing him passionately. “Yes,” you said again, as he placed the ring on your finger.

“I’m glad.” He said, reaching over and kissing you softly. “You’ve just made me the happiest man on earth.” He started the car as you admired your ring.

“And you’ve made me the happiest woman on earth,” you replied, gazing at him. “Let’s go home and celebrate,” he said with a wink.

THE END

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