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moondust-imagines · 3 months

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Can I request a Poly Adam x Female!Reader x Christian fic based on Taylor Swift’s ‘Castles Crumbling’? Maybe the three have been in an established relationship for many years, dating back to when they all started in WWE together and continues through today. They have a little family of their own with kids. It’s essentially the readers little kingdom with her kings, her little princes/princess’ and their fans are their patrons. We all know Christian is the king of staying in character so maybe when he has his heel turn on Jack he starts somewhat bringing that energy home and it starts causing cracks in their family and it starts all crumbling down the most when Adam joins AEW and has his feud with Christian and the reader is doing everything she can to keep her family together and make sure their babies don’t suffer or are happy as much as possible?

Crumbling (Adam Copeland x Reader x Christian Cage)

Thank you for this beautiful request Anon xxx

Your relationship with Adam and Christian had always been different from what most would describe as normal. But you had never cared. From that first night you had spent with them, you knew you were all destined for each other. Life had been smooth since then, even when the boys were forced to retire, you had been there to support them. When your pregnancies had been difficult, they were there to fulfil your every need. Your little family lived in harmony for years until something snapped in Christian.

Gradually, Christian was more distant with you and Adam. He didn’t want to go to the gym with Adam anymore. He didn’t sit in the bathroom with you drinking wine while you were in the bath anymore. Even the kids struggled to get his attention. Then he was gone on the road way more often, which you and Adam tried to sympathise with. You both understood how difficult this industry could be. But he didn’t come home for weeks. He only called to speak to the kids. It broke your heart.

You were sitting in the kitchen, the kids put to sleep long ago. You knew it was a bad idea to scroll through all the old pictures on your phone. Especially when Christian had been gone for a month at this point. You just looked so happy, the three of you.

“You alright?” Adam’s voice broke through your mental spiral. He was leant against the door frame, watching you with a sorrowful look in his eye.

“Yeah, I’m fine” You said quickly, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. He sighed and walked over to you. Being perched on one of the bar stools at the kitchen island positioned you perfectly to be embraced by him. His large hand held your head against his chest with his fingers running comfortingly through your hair. You were both silent for a few minutes, basking in the comfort of each other.

“AEW offered me a contract” Adam finally broke the silence. Your heart sunk in your chest, he couldn’t really leave you too, would he?

“I need to find out what’s going on with him, y/n” He added

“God, Adam I don’t know if I can handle being left behind by you too” You almost sobbed. Part of you struggled to believe this was happening, how could they do this to you.

“You know I won’t do that baby. I’ll be home every week, I swear” He replied quickly. One of his fingers tilted your chin up so he could look into your watery eyes.

“I promise, baby”

Adam had kept his word, he came home every week but you could see the toll Christians behaviour was taking from him. Watching them battle, both verbally and physically, on TV every week was killing you. You just couldn’t understand where your sweet Christian had gone. The kids were starting to realise that something was up, especially your youngest daughter. She was a clone of Christian who absolutely adored her papa. She didn’t understand why he wasn’t here to tuck her in at night.

“Mama?” Her little voice interrupted your chain of thought. You quickly paused the TV so she didn’t see her father’s fighting.

“Hey baby, what are you doing up?” You asked gently. She had her little stuffed bunny crushed against her chest, Christian had gotten it for her when he found out you were pregnant again and she hadn’t gone anywhere without it since.

“I want Papa” She hiccuped. You let out a long sigh.

“Papa’s working baby. He won’t be home for awhile” You tried to explain “Dada will be home tomorrow though”

“Don’t want Dada, I want Papa” She stomped her little foot in protest. She definitely got Christian’s attitude.

“C’mere, we’ll try call him OK?”

She clambered up onto your lap as you pulled out your phone. You prayed to whatever God was out there that he would actually pick up for once. Every ring made your heart sink a little more, until he finally answered with a stern look on his face.

“Papa!” The little girl cheered happily when she saw his face. Upon seeing her little smile, he seemed to relax a little.

“Hey little Princess, you’re up late” He smiled

“I wanted to see you Papa” She giggled. At least her mood had improved, you, however, had a pit of anxiety in your stomach.

The two talked for a while until she practically passed out against you. Her bunny still cradled in her arms. You didn’t say anything for a moment, what the hell could you say to him? It wasn’t like he would listen.

“She should’ve been in bed” He scolded

“She was, she misses you Christian. She asks for you every night” You muttered. He pursed his lips then glanced at someone off screen.

“Do you know when-“

“I have to go. Give her a kiss goodnight from me” He said quickly, then he was gone. You closed your eyes in an attempt to calm yourself. You pressed your lips against your daughter’s blonde curls for a second.

“Papa loves us baby” You whispered. God you hoped you were right.

You were incredibly grateful that Adam had the week off. He had timed it perfectly. Your youngest daughter had caught the flu and was inconsolable. She refused to let you hold her, sobbing for her Papa constantly. She had finally relented and let Adam hold her but now he couldn’t put her down without a screaming fit. Your older twins were colouring in the kitchen while Adam did laps of the house with the crying toddler. It was chaotic.

You had finally gotten to sit down with the twins when Christian finally walked though the door. The twins ran to him immediately, hugging his legs. Luckily, Adam was at the other side of the house.

“Your home” You said blankly. You weren’t quite sure you believed he was here. Maybe you were so sleep deprived you were imagining him.

“What’s going on in here?” He asked almost aggressively. He pried the kids off of his legs just as Adam walked in.

“Our daughter is sick, you would know that if you were ever here” Adam said through gritted teeth. Christian rolled his eyes and held his hands out to take her. You quickly ushered the twins back to their colouring before they overheard something they shouldn’t.

“Whatever Adam, I’m here now” Christian spat as he took the toddler into his arms. He quickly headed up to her bedroom leaving Adam seething at the front door.

“Who the hell does he think he is? Waltzing in here after months with no explanation” Adam ranted as he walked into the kitchen.

“Little ears are listening” You said. You were pretty sure neither of the twins were actually listening but you never know what they’ll pick up on.

Adam grumbled then stormed out of the room, probably headed to the gym in the garage to blow off some steam. You were helping your son pin one of his drawings to the fridge when Christian appeared.

“She’s asleep. When did she get sick?” He demanded immediately

“Yesterday, she probably picked it up at daycare” You explained, not even turning to look at him.

“Why didn’t you call me?” He barked. You could feel anger bubbling up in your stomach. You started gathering up the kids colouring books to try and distract yourself.

“Kids, can you go and play upstairs for just now?” You asked, gently ruffling your daughter’s hair. They protested a little, wanting to stay and play with Christian. Once you were alone, you finally turned to face him.

“I did call you Christian. I texted you too. But you never fucking respond to me.” You said, trying to keep your voice down.

“I can’t be on my phone every damn minute y/n” He huffed

“Well how would you like to be updated on the lives of your children then? Please enlighten me, since your never here” You spat, finally at the end of your patience with him.

“I’m working y/n!” He snapped back “God, Shayna would never be like this”

“Shut your mouth” Adam growled. You hadn’t even noticed him walk in but now he was in Christian’s face.

“Get over yourself Adam, like your any better than me” Christian growled back. You could tell that this was about to spill over but you’d be damned if that happened in your house.

“Alright, alright enough. Not when the kids around” You interrupted them, half heartedly pushing yourself between them.

Christian stormed off to god knows where, leaving you alone with Adam. The full emotional toll of the situation crashed down on you, leaving you sobbing. Full body shaking sobs.

“No, no baby. Please don’t cry” Adam soothed, immediately pulling you into a tight hug. He didn’t know what to say, there was nothing he could say to fix this.

How was he supposed to fix all the pain Christian had caused your family?

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givethemsmut · 4 days

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Dom Mysterio x Reader

I needed a place to write and this story has been running up the storage on my phone.

Dom X Reader

Friends to Lovers

WWE mixed with real life

All fanfic, I don’t own WWE characters, etc.

Tons of Smut Chapter One | Where it all started…

I had known Dom since I was fourteen, attending the same Catholic school and wearing the same navy blue uniforms that felt too stiff to relax in.

I had been living with his family since it mattered and dating their son was not an option. No matter how much I wanted to.

We were both seventeen when I finally asked Dom to be my first. I didn’t want anyone else and I wanted to get it over with. Nothing about your first time is supposed to be heavenly. They scared us with pain and bleeding as women in health class enough to make anyone dread the first time. And who better than my best friend?

Dom was eating Cheetos and bothering his mom cooking in the kitchen when I strolled up.

Texting Dom even though I was right next to him was how we communicated without speaking a lot. A go to for us.

Me: Will you take my virginity?

I had no idea if Dom was a virgin still. He was attractive, wealthy, famous dad, and everything girls chased.

Dom: Are you serious?

Me: Yeah. Who else? I want to get it over with.

Dom had already properly stolen my first kiss and I was more than grateful. Drinking, smoking, every first a teen could have Dom was there for. He was my best friend but he was also a guy and living with him didn’t help those pesky hormones.

Me: Aren’t you horny?

Dom: I’m a fucking guy and you live here. No relief, mi amore. Are you sure? Can’t take it back.

Me: Yes, I can’t take it anymore. I’m pretty sure your parents can hear my vibrator at night.

Dom: Fuck. That’s not helping.

I touched his leg and made an apologetic face while he winced with his head down. It wasn’t a secret we were attracted to each other. Even his parents made jokes about us spending time together or flirting.

Getting up Dom clasped onto my arm, stopping me, “tonight.”

We had kissed at parties, in his bedroom, even in the shared bathroom but nothing crazy. We hadn’t made out the way you see in movies.

“Can you come with me? Right now. I need your help.”

Dom said something in Spanish to his mom before he followed behind me up stairs. Their house was lavish, big but modest somehow at the same time. Climbing the stairs he kept asking me what was going on when I kept shutting him up until we were behind doors.

Pushing him into his room I closed the door behind us. “We haven’t even made out yet. I don’t wanna skip anything.” I stood by the door watching Dom trying to calculate anything I was saying. Pulling the hoodie over my head and exposing my red bralette immediately made my nipples hard knowing he was about to look.

“Wait, hermosa. We can’t just rush into this. I don’t even know if I can make out with you and not wanna do more.” He sat on the edge of his bed holding his face in his hands and his elbows digging into his knees. “Okay, so we do more.”

Walking over to him I pushed him back, standing between his legs. “Do you not want to? It’s okay if you don’t.”

He sat back looking down at his crotch in his gym shorts. “Does it look like I don’t want to? I want to. I don’t want you to regret it. Regret me.”

Pushing Dominik back until he was flat against the bed I climbed on top of him, straddling his lap. His hands finally reached out and touched my legs but I could still feel the conflict brewing inside him.

“Dom, just kiss me already.”

Siting up right his lips snipped at mine and his eyes locked into mine. We both pulled away enough to look at each other. Every nerve in me flared up and suddenly I was aware of my body, arching my back in his hands.

“You don’t have to try, mi armor. You’re already everythingâ€¦” his hands traced up my sides, fingertips tickling the seam of my bralette. “I’m the lucky one here.”

Those hormones were waging a war between my thighs when I felt how hard he was under me. I wanted to give him all of me but every part of me relied on logic.

No one finds forever at seventeen.

“Are you virgin still?” I asked as he kissed my neck and his thumbs teased my hard nipples.

Smiling against my skin I bit down on my lip trying to hide every emotion. “I haven’t babe. It would be a lot easier right now if I had.”

“You can touch me, Dom.” My voice scratched the surface of a whisper.

Slowly his hands moved to cup my breasts, letting his fingers dig into me enough to make me jump. Immediately he stated apologizing, “I’m sorry, too hard.”

“No, no. It feels really good.”

“My mom is downstairs. We can’t be loud.”

“Just kiss me, Dominik,” I begged him to shut me up.

Rolling over, he pushed me down, his legs under my thighs and my pussy so wet it was uncomfortable. “Oh my god.”

Our mouths were hungry, nipping and biting between kisses, our tongues wrestling every time our lips parted. Everything felt too good to be true.

His hands pinned down my wrists when he pulled away. “Fuck. I -“ he couldn’t even say it. I knew he needed me to touch him too.

My hand snaked down between us and I smoothed over his erection when it jerked against me. Kissing his jaw and neck I felt so turned on it was hard to think straight.

Lowering down into I felt him rock against my hand. “Fuck. I wanna fuck you. I wanna be inside you.”

His words made my body vibrate even more. “Fuck me, Dom. I want it to be you.”

Tugging my bralette down his mouth closed over my nipple, flicking his tongue over me like a professional. Pushing the waist band on my sweats down I let my hips grind against nothing as Dom tossed them behind him.

“Fuck.” Something followed in his native tongue and I felt myself melt against the mattress.

“What does that mean?”

“You’re turning me on so damn much. Let me taste you baby.” He whispered his words as he slide down the bed. Opening my legs enough to look at me before he kissed down my legs. Pausing before his mouth collided with my pussy.

I felt his tongue lick my folds, pushing inside me, brushing my clit. I tried my hardest not to moan out loud but I couldn’t help it when it tumbled from my lips. Dom’s hand reached up my body covering my mouth while he licked.

I was soaked, a mess, when I begged him to fuck me. “I can’t take anymore, please, Dom.”

Kneeling up right he pushed down his shorts finally letting me see him. He sprung out hard and angry like. All I wanted to do was touch him and give him relief but I waited.

Dom’s hand closed around himself before dragging down his length as I gasped at his movements. “Jesus, Dom. You’re huge.”

“Just wait until you feel me baby. Tell me you’re on birth control.” Pulling him down to me I shook my head before kissing him.

We made out until we couldn’t take it anymore. Dom guided himself inside me and I forced myself to be quiet while every part of me stretched for him.

“Oh my god, mi amor. You feel too good. I’m gonna come too quick.” He said those words but I had already came so many times I contemplated how I was going to walk after.

He started thrusting himself inside me, pounding between my legs and trying to chase our moans away with kissing.

Twisting over he said, “Ride me baby. I wanna see you on top, Mami.”

Straddling him again I repositioned myself and shook as I felt him deeper inside me. I nearly came right then when his hands roamed my body so gently. Landing on my hips he guided me forward, swaying and grinding on top of him.

Neither of us heard anyone coming, not the doorknob or his mom’s voice shout out before she opened the door in her own house. “Dominik, dinner is ready.”

All we heard was the gasp from the door way when Dom flipped us over working his hips slower, painfully slow. “Mami! Por favor!”

Trying to hide under him I felt mortified. His family took me in, Dom was my best friend. They were going to blame and hate me now.

His mom immediately left, panicked and embarrassed as us I can only assume. “Hey, ignore that. It’s just us. It’s just me.”

Twisting my legs around him I felt my hips begs for more. “I need this, Dom. Every muscle, every smile, it’s torture living with you and not touching you. I touch myself every night just to keep sane but your family took me in. I can’t betray them. It’s just our virginities.”

“Betray them, hermosa. My family has nothing to do with this. You wouldn’t feel this good if it was wrong.”

Kissing me again I tried to push away the negative thoughts when my body was ready to orgasm again. Only this time was around Dom’s cock inside me. Grasping his biceps I felt my body tumble off a cliff. “Dominik, Dom.” I pleaded but for nothing. We gave each other everything tonight. I risked so much and yet none of him left a bad taste in my mouth.

We laid there for a while in silence, Dom still on top of me and kissing my face. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“I’m okay. Sore but okay.”

We would have laid there forever but his father’s fist pounded on the door. It was unmistakable, he was stern with us, me included but for reason. We were pushing the boundaries and they trusted us. They trusted me to act like a daughter or perfect house guest not the girl fucking their son.

Scrambling to his feet he yanked on his shorts again and I wrapped the sheet around me. I fled to the shared bathroom and closed the door behind me. Quickly turning on the shower I jumped in before it was hot. Anything to avoid their disappointment. His family raise me since I was fifth-teen, I didn’t want to loose them.

Every touch ran through my mind while I tried to hear Rey scolding Dom. “What are thinking? With your mom right down stairs? Mija, we took her in because she needed familia, not so she could be your friends with benefits.”

“Are you serious right now? You know how I feel. She’s not here to take my virginity and piss you off. We wanted to be each other’s first. That’s special.” Dom’s voice was steady and it was unnerving.

“She can’t live here and you two be sexually active. That’s final.”

“That’s so unfair! How was I supposed to know I would fall in love with her?”

“Dominik, listen to me. You’re a teenager. You are going to find your one at this age.” He was right. I twisted the knob to full blast before I actually showered off my first time. I had to break his heart to keep them as family. We would get over it one day. I knew it.

Getting ready I came down stairs like nothing happened. “I’m so sorry, I’m gonna skip dinner but leave the dishes. I’ll do them when I get back. Blaine asked me out.” I said everything while looking at the floor. Dom’s heart was breaking right in front of me.

Dom stood up from the table. “Are you fucking serious? After what we just did?”

“Dom. We can talk later, okay?” I pleaded him with my soft voice to drop it. Not in front of his family but I knew better. Dom could be a dog with a bone when he wanted to be.

Swiftly moving around the table he followed me out the front door where my date was picking me up. It was all for show, I had no interest in Blaine but I needed him to understand that we couldn’t cross those lines again. Not anymore. He would forgive me later.

Blaine wasn’t at the end of the driveway the way I planned when Dom grabbed my arm and yanked me back. “What are you doing? We just had sex and now you’re going on a date?”

“I said get it over with. I never agreed to dating or anything else.” It hurt to say.

“Bullshit. I can fucking tell by every goddamn moan that came out of your mouth.” He practically spit the words in my face. We were standing so close I could feel the anger come off him. “Don’t do this. Don’t give me some bullshit about first. We both know what happened in there wasn’t fucking firsts.”

Blaine pulled up in his expensive car just at the right time when I managed to escape Dom’s grip.

Later that night I came home and cleaned the entire kitchen when his dad came breezing in. “You don’t have to avoid us. I’m not kicking you out. Dom might have other feelings tho. I understand why you did what you did. It’s okay, mija. You’re family now. You don’t have to choose between us and Dominik.”

That was the last time we spoke of it and the start of a five month Cold War before Dom and I made up.

I even contemplated crawling back to my family but just like my life up that point - nothing went as planned. I had missed my period by two months and I panicked. The only person I had to go to was Dom’s mom who knew I had deflowered her son.

At first she was furious but then she finally came around. She didn’t agree with my termination but I knew being a teenage mom to a boy I couldn’t even admit to loving wasn’t going to be my story.

Dom’s parents agreed to keep it secret from their son until I made the decision to come clean to him. I planned on dying with that secret.

He was destined for greatness, following in his father’s footsteps while I was practically an orphan. I had no plans and no direction.

When Dom finally came around it was to tell me he was moving to Florida for training camp and it devastated me just as much as I had done to him. “Dad said it would be a good idea to have someone I knew and trusted by my side. He already got us a condo in Miami. You in?”

I jumped at the invitation, I wanted my best friend back. That was all I wanted actually.

“I’m in. When do we leave?”

Chapter Two coming…

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smartycvnt · 1 year

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Title: More Pairing: Cora Jade x Reader Prompt: 10. "Let's face it, we stopped being just friends the night we slept together." R WC: 1013

The WWE draft was a big thing for everybody, whether it was a positive change or a negative one. Y/n had been happy with her call up onto the main roster. In her mind, despite not being overly present in any championship scenes, Y/n was doing good. She made the people who needed to look strong do so without detriment to herself. The intense matches had been running her a little ragged, but Triple H had promised her that it'd be paying off soon. Y/n knew better than to think that she'd be taking the championship off of Bianca or Rhea because as much as Triple H and Shawn Michaels liked her, she wasn't a marketable star like they were. And so, Y/n figured out a little earlier than the announcement that she'd be going back down to NXT.

It should have been a joyous occasion, but Y/n was terrified. There were so many people down there that she hadn't been around in forever. Some of them stayed in touch because they were friends, but one person in particular seemed to want nothing to do with Y/n anymore. Cora Jade had turned her back on Y/n weeks before she had done the same to Roxanne. In the process of betraying both of them, Cora had expertly pit them against each other. Y/n had gone after Mandy's championship while Cora and Roxanne went after the tag team championships together. It was easy enough to put the idea that Y/n thought she was better than them in Roxanne's head, especially given who she had been before she started helping them.

All of that got worse after Y/n and Cora slept together. Y/n had, admittedly, run out in a panic. Cora had been hurt, but not for too long. Y/n blamed herself for Cora going dark on them and breaking up their entire group. Roxanne had later come and apologized to Y/n after Y/n's call up, but it was obvious that Roxanne didn't know the whole truth. Cora started talking to Bron, and Y/n put her focus into her storylines and feuds on the main roster, even if they weren't main event material. They had stopped being friends, and Y/n doubted that either of them would ever get back to that place again. It made her sad, but she had gotten too close to the sun with Cora.

"Oh great, here comes the great bringer of justice," Cora said sarcastically. Y/n refrained from rolling her eyes or saying anything by biting down on her lip. Cora was still staring at Y/n despite Y/n's attempts at ignoring her. Cora knew how to break through that wall Y/n had built up around herself, she had always known how to break down Y/n's walls. "Come on baby, don't be like that."

"Cora, we aren't friends. You made damn sure of that whenever you and Roxanne put me through the announce table. Leave me alone and we can stay out of each other's way."

"We weren't friends long before that. Maybe I didn't even want to be your friend in the first place. You aren't the only one who got hurt after what we-," Y/n cut Cora off by placing her hand over Cora's mouth.

"I said that I was sorry. It was a mistake to sleep with you, I should have been more responsible," Y/n said. Cora's face fell as she ripped herself away from Y/n's grip.

"You're an asshole," Cora said as she stormed off. Y/n stood there wondering if Cora was right. She had to have a point. Cora wasn't easily upset like that, and Y/n had done it without even trying. Y/n were distracted for the rest of the show, including whenever she went out to the ring. That made it easier for her to get jumped. Cora wasn't the only person who Y/n had been on the rocks with at her time of departure from NXT. Jacy had stomped Y/n practically into the ground in the middle of her promo laughing like a madwoman as she rolled and writhed in pain.

Cora saving Y/n had not seemed like a possibility in the woman's mind. Jacy had run off though, staring at the two of them in the ring together like she was proud of what she did. Jacy blew Y/n a kiss as she disappeared around a corner to go backstage. Cora didn't miss that little thing and backed away from Y/n in disgust. Y/n pulled herself up into a sitting position, which was when Cora took that as her opportunity to leave.

"Cora, I am sorry. Nothing really happened between Jacy and I, we were just friends," Y/n said as she chased after Cora.

"We used to be friends too Y/n, best friends actually."

"I don't know what happened," Y/n muttered sadly.

"Let's face it, we stopped being just friends the night we slept together," Cora shot back. "We slept together, and you just ran away. Hell, you left NXT completely and never looked back."

"You put me through a table!" Y/n tried to argue. Cora chuckled at the memory of that match, which had honestly been one of the most fun in her entire career. There hadn't been much opportunity for the two of you to wrestle together, much less with Roxanne there as a third. "I've still got the scar on the back of my neck from the stupid tablet cable."

"I'm sorry for that. I didn't want us to just be friends, and I guess that if I couldn't have you the way I wanted you, then I'd make sure that you didn't want me either," Cora admitted.

"I wanted you Cora, but I thought it was more important that we were okay first. This is fucked," Y/n sighed. Cora leaned in and took your hand in hers.

"It doesn't have to be."

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duhragonball · 1 month

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Were you aware of/do you have an opinion on the Dragonball theme park that is starting construction soon? On the one hand it seems like that Harry Potter theme park (which was a dumb idea, nobody serious cares about HP anymore), but Dragonball also isn't shitty, and Akria Toriyama didn't spend the last years of his life making sure everyone knew he was a transphobe (which J.K. Rowling is doing her best to do). Do you have a take?

I was not aware of any of this, so I don't think I have much to contribute to the conversation.

The article I just found was published only a few hours ago, so I guess this is a HOTTT scoop? Also, it looks like the thing is being built in Saudi Arabia, so I guess that's why this got announced in the middle of the night where I live. It's 3am here and I'm up early because I went to bed at 7pm and woke up around 1am.

Okay, so the Saudi connection is something I can talk about, because this sounds a lot like the same agenda that led to the WWE's infamous deal with Saudi Arabia. For those of you who aren't into pro wrestling, in 2018 WWE started putting on events in Jeddah and Riyadh. This has been controversial for several reasons, but the main sticking point is that the Saudi assassination of dissident journalist James Khashoggi took place in October 2018, a few weeks before WWE's second-ever Saudi show, Crown Jewel. The U.S. condemned the assassination, and politicians pressured WWE to call off the show, but the Kingdom paid a lot of money for the deal, and Vince McMahon only cares about himself, so they just went ahead and did the show anyway. There's other issues, but that one especially stuck in my craw, and it's why I canceled my WWE Network subscription and haven't watched their product ever since.

Basically, the Saudi government has been trying to revamp their economy to reduce dependence on the petroleum industry. The WWE deal is part of the "Saudi Vision 2030" project, which aims to increase the economic, social, and cultural diversification of the country by the end of this decade. Tourism is a big part of that plan, which is why they're paying big money for sporting events, live shows, and so on. Their plans also include a lot of political and social reforms, but this feels like an afterthought, especially to a lot of critics. For example, they announced a "Red Sea Film Festival" in 2019, but in order to put on such an event, they first had to lift a 35-year moratorium on building new movie theaters. They started allowing women to enter the King Fahd International Stadium for the first time, but that's probably just because they really wanted a packed house for these shows and concerts they're putting on.

The whole thing smacks of propaganda designed to distract the public from KSA's lousy record on human rights. When WWE was promoting their first Jeddah show, they ran a lot of video packages about Saudi Vision 2030 and talked up how cool it was that the country was seeking to modernize. Meanwhile, a lot of their roster couldn't even go to these shows for various reasons. Sami Zayn's a Syrian by descent, Noam Dar is an Israeli, and Montel Vontavious Porter is a former Muslim, so he might get executed for apostasy if he entered the country. The women's roster was a whole other thing. I think they were just left at home for the first couple of shows, and then they gradually started allowing more women to participate. And all those slick Saudi Vision video packages looked pretty hollow when James Khashoggi got murdered.

My take has been that KSA is just throwing money at their problems and trying to distract their critics. Saudi Arabia is practically synonymous with oil, and that's what made the country rich. I watched a video on this a while back, and if I remember right, they discovered oil in the 1930s and wanted to avoid getting exploited by the British and French, so they partnered with the United States. That prosperous relationship allowed Saudi Arabia to become a regional power and basically have things their way. The human rights problems were allowed to persist because they knew the U.S. would always back them up to protect their oil interests.

But over the last fifty years or so, U.S. dependence on Saudi oil has declined. See, it's not that Saudi Arabia has more crude oil than other countries. What made it so important in the petroleum industry is that Saudi crude is much easier to refine than other sources. So Saudi refineries can produce more fuel in a short span of time, which gave them a lot of leverage in that sector. But there's been a big push in the U.S. to seek out and refine more crude oil domestically, and that's cut into Saudi Arabia's prestige. Now, when rival powers like Iran start bothering Saudi Arabia, the U.S. isn't as quick to offer support, and that's why KSA is trying to figure out how to adapt to the changing times.

To be blunt, I don't know how the hell a Dragon Ball theme park helps solve any of this. If the oil revenue is on the decline, then it makes sense for a country to invest in other industries while the coffers are fuil, but now Saudi Arabia has to backtrack a lot of their draconian laws and authoritative policies to improve their public image. And they need to do it quickly, but not so quickly as to upset the conservative elements in the country.

Like, all right, let's say they open this park, and they really want people to fly in from all over the world. I know a lot of women in the Dragon Ball fandom. What kind of restrictions would they have to deal with in the park? Is there a stringent dress code? They made a big deal out of the historic first-ever women's match at one of those Crown Jewel shows, but the wrestlers had to wear black unitards under their usual ring gear. So they eased up on some rules, but you watch the show and you can tell there's still some rules in place.

I've met a lot of LBGTQ+ people in this fandom. Can they go to the Saudi Dragon Ball theme park? Can a same-sex couple hold hands as they wait in line to ride the Ginyu Force Log Flume? And I'm sure there's a guy at the General Entertainment Authority office who would assure me that it's all good, nothing to worry about, everyone is welcome, please come to the theme park and spend lots of money. But once you get there? Remember, James Khashoggi was a citizen of Saudi Arabia, and he walked into that consulate assured that everything would be cool, and then it wasn't.

You mentioned the Harry Potter theme park, and yeah, that whole franchise is a PR hot mess, but at least I don't have to ask these kinds of questions about who can go to the park without getting detained. That's the public relations mess Saudi Arabia has to clean up. At least with Harry Potter, they just have to distract people from one hateful, cranky billionaire. For most casual fans, "J.K. Rowling" is a name they barely notice in the credits. But Saudi Arabia's issues are baked into the government, laws, and history of the whole country. Reform is possible, but it isn't as simple as the propaganda makes it sound. There's a lot of damage that needs to be repaired.

I'm sorry, I kind of turned this into a rambling essay about Saudi Arabia's pivot to tourism, but for me that's the main issue here. The park might get completed and it may even do big business, but I don't think there's a lot of transparency with these projects. From what I've heard, the WWE shows in Jeddah and Riyadh don't actually make a lot of money. Much of the live crowd attends for free just to make the shows look more popular than they are, and WWE only plays along because they're getting paid handsomely for the effort. It just comes across like the country is spending lots of money to imitate a tourist destination without actually becoming one. So the Dragon Ball park looks like it's also going to be a means to an end. Someone in charge liked the idea enough to push it through, but that doesn't translate into success.

Oh, wait, I just realized: What if the park opens, then fails, and it gets abandoned? I really don't have any interest in theme parks, but abandoned theme parks kick ass. Imagine Dogpatch U.S.A, except it's Dragon Ball themed. That would be amazing. I hope I live long enough to see photos of it when it gets all old and decrepit.

#dragon ball #dragon ball: the theme park #this doesn't feel like it'll end well #oh i just found the youtube video about it i hope it's like the thing for cryptoland #pleasepleaseplease

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title: we’re not built for relationships (just each other) (click here to be taken to the ao3 version) pairing: randy orton/cody rhodes word count: 8368 description: It's been two years since Cody left WWE, and coincidentally, two years since he saw Randy Orton. When Randy suddenly calls Cody one day asking to catch up over dinner, the both of them have to address all the unfinished business they left behind.

There were a lot of nerves announcing All In.

It’s the first wrestling event outside of WWE to be held in such a high regard but Cody is ambitious and he’s been working nonstop at all of this ever since he left WWE a couple years ago. Every day, he thinks about how he can increase the stock of his name and every day, he wonders how he can improve, how he can better himself not just professionally, but in his personal life as well.

Even then, however, the All In event is his baby. This is the chance to show everyone what wrestling is truly capable of and showcase those stars that don’t want to relinquish themselves to the bland, uninspiring world of sports entertainment that is World Wrestling Entertainment, at least in Cody’s words. This is a big fucking deal for everyone, but especially Cody.

One phone call from Randy Orton, however, makes all those nerves he had about All In seem very insignificant.

“What’s up, Codeman?”

Cody sighs and rolls his eyes. “You know I hate that name,” he murmurs.

“All the more reason to call you it.”

Cody and Randy have been best friends for a long time. Even if they haven’t met up in person since Cody’s left WWE, the both of them have just been busy, Cody moreso, and that’s okay. Life happens, and Cody doesn’t get in his feelings about it, not anymore. He’s older now, smarter now, and more in control himself. They’ve still tweeted at each other and texted and what not, and it’s always fine when they do.

“You never call people. What’s wrong? Your back finally gave out to the billions of RKO’s you gave?”

“Not yet,” Randy tells him. “Hopefully never.”

“So what’s going on?”

“I’m in town. We should catch up.”

Though there is a reason why they haven’t met up in person since Cody’s left WWE.

Cody bites at his lip and looks over to Brandi on the couch. With a deep breath, he begins to walk away from the kitchen and out into their backyard, big and beautiful under a beautiful, sunny day to really top it off. “What uh, what did you have in mind?”

“Just get dinner? Talk? It’s been like, what, two years?” Randy chuckles. “C’mon, I wanna see you.”

“Random question and totally unrelated,” Cody says, “but how are you and Kim?”

“She’s good. Taking care of me since I injured my shoulder, but I wanted to give her a break so I decided to come to Florida-”

“By yourself?”

“Hotel room and all.”

The adrenaline in Cody’s soul lights up all over to send flares of heat throughout, because Randy is in Cody’s state alone and he’s in a hotel room-

“Just um.” Cody swallows and shoves a hand into the pocket of his sweats to dig his nails into his thigh. “Just the two of us at dinner?”

“We’ll go to a nice steakhouse. Remember when we went to Stonewood-”

“Grill and Tavern,” Cody finishes quickly. “Yeah, was uh, that the plan?”

“You in? You all in, I should say.”

Cody’s mind is telling him no.

He absolutely should not go out to see Randy under any circumstances. He should stay here at home with his beautiful girlfriend and their adorable dogs, far far away from any temptation that Randy is very good at instilling with one look from those steel blue eyes. There’s a reason why he hasn’t been alone with Randy since he left WWE, and following that, why he left WWE.

It would be a terrible idea to see him alone at a restaurant and talk.

Randy doesn’t just want to talk. He’s Randy fucking Orton, he hates talking.

Cody knows all of this logically. He knows this is the smart choice to make.

So he’s incredibly upset with himself when he says, “sure. See you at like, 7?”

“Sounds good. See you in a few hours.”

After saying their goodbyes, Cody shoves his phone into the pocket of his sweats before plopping himself down into the nearby chair and running his hands down his face. His hands clasp together right in front of his nose and mouth and his fingers tap against each other as he stares out into the backyard he and Brandi have helped cultivate together. He takes a deep breath before closing his eyes.

He needs to calm that adrenaline coursing through him. It’s just dinner, and he can control himself. He’s moved on, and Randy has married Kim since then. They’re like, super totally official now so maybe it really is just best friends catching up.

This is what Cody tells himself, but deep down in the part of his mind he’s tried so hard to shut out, he knows their business is unfinished.

Cody can’t keep lying to himself when he sees Randy walking towards their table, in black pants and a black button up with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and a rare, genuine smile spread across his lips.

“Suits really are all you wear now, huh?” Randy laughs and spreads out his arms. “C’mon, it’s been awhile.”

He forces a chuckle as he stands up from the booth to let Randy pull him in with those big, strong arms. Despite himself, Cody is easily relaxing into him, eyes falling shut and his hold on Randy tightening. The scent of Randy’s cologne, a Saint Laurent cologne Cody had bought him a few years ago, stabs Cody right in the heart but Randy soothes it when he murmurs into his ear, “I missed you.”

“Yeah,” Cody breathes. “I missed you too.”

Randy gives Cody a squeeze before he pulls away for them to look into each other’s eyes, though their hands stay on each other’s shoulders. The smile is no longer on his face, but he’s rather contemplative as he looks Cody over in his outfit; blue suit vest and pants, a white button up, and a yellow tie. It gives Cody time to do an appraisal of his own but he come to the conclusion that he always does, which is that Randy is fucking sexy in absolutely anything and it was stupid to pretend otherwise.

“You look good.” Randy nods and lets go of Cody to shove his hands into the pockets of his pants. “I like that uh, you wear suits all the time now,” he chuckles.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.” Cody awkwardly clasps his hands in front. “Black’s always been your color and don’t say it’s because your soul is black-”

“Damn, you really do know me, huh?”

“That doesn’t change just because we haven’t seen each other in a few years.”

“Just surprised. Haven’t found someone that’s known me like you.” Randy bites at his lip and looks up at Cody with wide eyes. “Besides Kim-”

“Goes without saying.” Cody nods politely. “Yeah. um… should we sit?”

“That’s a good idea.”

They both slide into the booth on opposite sides to begin looking through their menus. Cody had their drinks ordered before Randy arrived, so they sip them as they read through the options, though Cody already knows what he wants. He’s just afraid to look up to Randy’s eyes staring back at him and see something in them that’ll just lead further into that pesky temptation Randy is so good at instilling.

While Randy hasn’t let being in a relationship stop him, Cody being in his own relationship does.

“So just dinner, right?” Cody asks. “Just don’t think our respective significant others want us out so late,” he forces a chuckle. “Congrats on tying the knot with Kim, by the way. Don’t think I ever gave my kudos.”

“Thanks, man,” Randy chuckles as he leans back into the booth with those big arms crossed over his chest. “She’s a lucky woman, and I’m a lucky man. Um,” he clears his throat, “But how’s life been with you? What are you up to these days?”

Cody knows Randy knows, but he also knows Randy is just trying to make polite conversation and it’s better that then talk about anything deeper. However, he would have thought Randy would want to go on and on about his wife.

But Randy is just like that sometimes.

“Yeah, uh, life’s been good.” Cody nods and moves his eyes to the other page, though he’s not paying any real attention. “I’ve been making a pretty good name for myself on the indies, and attaching myself to the Bullet Club definitely helps,” he chuckles. “That really raised my stock, and, you know, now I’m running my own show with them and-”

“Just like your dad.” Randy smiles. “He’d be really proud of you.”

Cody swallows. He bites at his lip before setting down the menu and clasping his hands on top the table. “Thank you,” he says just above a whisper.

“Like, you really have come so far. I was pretty upset when you left WWE but to see you thrive and like, do your own thing and make a name for yourself, like you said, it’s great to see you succeeding.”

“Yeah.” Cody nods. “And uh, I was born to be like, a WWE guy, so it’s cool to get away from it and set myself apart. Really develop my skills better.”

“You’re really living up to your potential. You think you might like, come back to WWE at all later down the line? Some guys do that, get better in the indies and then come back to WWE and it’s like, Vince and everyone has so much more respect-”

“I’m good with where I am right now.” Cody quirks a grin and looks up to Randy, though his eyes take a quick detour to those big, tattooed arms that he can still vividly remember being wrapped around him, or beside him, or holding him down, and that’s when Cody takes a long, long sip of his water because he really needs to quell that thirst.

Randy does too.

“Um.” Cody licks his lips. “I mean, I guess you can never say never though? I dunno, but the Bullet Club is treating me right and I think we have a lot to offer. Also, like, my girlfriend - Brandi? You remember Brandi, right?”

“Ring announcer?”

“Yeah. She wants to make a name for herself too and I wanna help her with that. More than anything though, I wanna see All In to the end,” he chuckles before sighing and running his hands down his face. “God, that’s been all I think about. I want it to go well so fucking bad and I’m fucking relieved we sold out all our tickets-”

“Half an hour, right?” Randy smirks. “Fucking impressive.”

“Was not expecting it.” Cody shakes his head. “But that means expectations are high and we both know that wrestling fans can be so fickle over the weirdest shit.”

“Those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.”

“Are you seriously quoting Dr. Seuss?”

“It was good advice. I’m not questioning where good advice comes from.”

“What’s the saying? Consider the source?”

“A children’s book author? Yeah, I’d say I trust the source.”

“Is that something you do a lot? Read children’s books?”

“I am a dad…” Randy smirks then and tilts his head to look Cody over again. “And if you can believe it, others consider me a daddy.”

For a few seconds, his heart is pounding. His breath is caught in his chest, and all he can think about is how easy it would be to fall back into their old habits and to just kiss him like they never ever stopped. That name brings Cody all the way back to the start, to the night where their friendship changed forever, to which it would then progress every day until they’d lay in each other’s arms and talk about their hopes, their fears, and their deepest desires despite their relationships with other people.

Every day spent thinking about each other, every night spent with their names falling from the other’s lips, and every second taking risks and letting their hearts take over while their heads play catch up.

Cody swallows heavily and sets his hands to his sides. He digs his fingers into his thighs and clenches his jaw before giving Randy his attention again. “You know what happens when we meet up,” he says quietly. “Did you really wanna catch up, or is there something more to this?”

That confident facade of Randy’s falls completely as they lock eyes for what feels like an eternity. Though the world is busy around them, they might as well be the only two people in this restaurant. Cody can only see Randy, smell Randy, and hear him, and the rest is a blur he can’t even comprehend.

Randy takes in a deep breath before breathing out, “I missed you.” He rolls his lips back between his teeth and after letting go, he says, in a slightly wavering voice, “I just - I needed to see you.”

It's both everything and nothing Cody ever wanted to hear. He knows how badly he desires Randy, but he also knows that desire is an all consuming fire that wrecks everything in their path. What they have is so intensely passionate that nothing else compares, but he's-

"I miss you too," he breathes out in admission. "But you're married," Cody reminds him quietly. "And I'm..." He takes in a shuddering breath. "I'm dating Brandi. Randy, we - we were hooking up behind Kim’s back before you married her," he chuckles humorlessly and bites at his lip before looking down to the table. "I just - Randy, what we were doing - what we had, that’s…” He shakes his head, and after a few moments, he looks back to Randy. “That’s not something we can do forever, it’s - it’s not feasible-”

“Cody, I want you to be happy,” Randy tells him, low and quiet. “I really do. You deserve the best, and you deserve it all, I want you to have everything, but… Cody, man, I can’t help it.” He shakes his head and bites his lip. “I still want you, and I want this, we’re - it’s a compulsion, we’re like magnets-”

“So why did you get married then?” Cody asks. “Why did you marry Kim if you still want me?”

“She was easy?” Randy huffs out a breath and runs his hands down his face. “It was - it was the easiest option, it was the safest choice-”

"The easiest option," Cody repeats in a humorless chuckle, and he has to shake his head to himself at the sheer audacity of Randy saying that to him. “You don’t even love her?”

“I do, I just don’t think I love her enough.”

He's always known Randy has had rocky times with his love life. Hell, this is his second marriage after his divorce in 2013, and that divorce was what led to him and Cody hooking up in the first place, so yeah, Cody is well aware of his tumultuous love life and how much Randy likes easy and safe. Cody just took solace in the fact that he never had to experience the tumultuous nature of it, not until he did.

"So, um, why wasn't I easy?" Cody looks back to him. "Or safe, like you always used to say? Or when uh, you've told me before that I know you better than anyone else? What about us, Randy, isn't easy or safe?" He almost spits the words out.

Randy’s eyes canvas all of Cody’s face and he clenches his jaw seeing the betrayal that’s etched all over. His tongue pokes around the inside of his cheek as he hangs his head, now unable to meet Cody’s gaze as he shakes his head. “I don’t know, Cody,” he says quietly. “I don’t - I don’t…” Randy bites hard at his lip now before closing his eyes. “Look, do we have to do this here? Can’t we talk privately?”

“So we can do it all over again?” Cody’s grin is bitter. “You uh, take me back and you fuck me into the bed, y-you tell me all the sweetest things in the world, a-about how you wanna be with me, and take care of me, that nobody can ever feel the way I do and that I’m special and one of a kind,” he wipes at his wet eyes, “before taking me into your arms and holding me close, and telling me that, th-that you want to do this forever just to stay with her?” his voice cracks as he gasps out, his grin having fallen completely. “And then we go back to being friends, l-like you didn’t just pour out your heart to me the night before?”

“I know I fucked up, Cody,” Randy breathes out before opening his eyes. “And I… I’ve spent so much time thinking about that. The last thing I’ve ever wanted was to hurt you-”

“I would’ve gave you everything,” Cody whispers as he shakes his head. “I would’ve done it so quick, Randy-”

“I know, man,” his voice shakes a little as he looks up to Cody, his eyes wet. “Seriously, we can’t talk about this here, all of this, and us, we deserve a place to like, actually talk about this, don’t we?”

Cody swallows and looks off to the side. His hand comes up to stroke down his tie while he thinks on that, because he supposes a conversation with his best friend about the weird thing they had a few years ago is worth a private discussion so they can say how they feel with no watching eyes.

But it also means they’ll be alone, and they know what happens whenever they’re alone together. It’s like Randy said - it’s like a compulsion, like magnets.

Grabbing hard at his tie, Cody clarifies, “you said you had a hotel room?”

“Yeah. I’m here for a few days.”

“How’d you get here?”

“Took an Uber.”

There’s silence for a few moments. Then, with a deep breath and against the voices in his head screaming no, Cody takes out his wallet to drop a bill onto the table and tells him, “we’ll take my car there.”

The ride back was uncomfortably silent with the tension that weighed heavily in the air, but thankfully, the hotel is close by. The hotel room itself is as big as a small one bedroom apartment. The main area is large with a huge flat screen TV, there’s a wet bar by the spacious kitchen, and Cody can see into the private bedroom with the large king bed.

Hopefully, it’ll end up there-

Cody immediately slams his eyes shut and scrunches his face before running his hands back through his hair. “Do you have anything to drink-”

“Something sweet? Maybe with strawberries?”

He can’t help the fond breath through his nose at the mention of his favorite drink choice. “Preferably,” he mumbles. “Think I’m gonna need a lot of alcohol for this conversation.”

“Probably a good idea,” Randy sighs as he goes over to begin pouring their drinks. “Where do you wanna sit? The couch? My bed? My lap?”

Cody opens his eyes to glare over at Randy. “How do you have the audacity to make jokes after what we said at the restaurant?”

“I was just trying to-”

“Lighten the mood to take away from the years of pain you’ve given me? We’re long past that point now. There’re no amount of jokes or special entendres you can make to distract from that, y-you led me on for years, Randy, you led me on behind Kim’s back-”

“I’m in love with you.”

“- and you made me think that what we were doing was going to go somewhere and…” Cody stops then as Randy hands him his drink and furrows his eyebrows, eyes wandering all over the floor before he glares up at Randy again. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Randy glares back at him. “I just fucking told you I’m in love with you-”

“You can’t just drop that information, Randy!” Cody’s voice raises. “You can’t casually tell me in the middle of me telling you how you hurt me that… that you’re…” He closes his mouth and swallows before looking the other way and shaking his head. “You can’t do that,” he whispers. “You can’t fucking do that.”

It’s completely unfair. It’s too late. It cuts off his train of thought and forces him to focus on the fact that, apparently, Randy is in love with him and takes him away completely from the very real and harsh reality that Randy had led him on for so long, did all of this wonderful, amazing stuff with him just to go back home to someone else’s arms.

What’s the point then, of doing all that stuff with him, if it doesn’t lead them to each other at the end of the day?

Randy sighs and looks down to the floor. He places his hands on his hips, fingers tapping against them before he begins to turn to head into the bedroom. “Cody, I’m - I’m not the best at this-”

“What, fucking communicating like a normal person?” Cody says before taking a long sip of his drink and he follows Randy into the room. “Yeah, I’m aware.”

“I… yeah, you know what, that’s exactly it.” He sips his drink before setting it on the nightstand and runs his hands down his face. “And I’m sorry, Cody. I can’t tell you enough how sorry I am, okay? Look, ever since you left WWE, I had a lot of time to think about shit, about the past and the future and everything in between, and when you’re alone with yourself and your thoughts, you like - I figured it out, my feelings for you.”

“Great.” Cody nods. “You’re two years too late, but I am so glad you figured it out after leading me on-”

“I wasn’t trying!” Randy’s voice raises as he steps closer. “Cody, I swear I wasn’t - I’m sorry if that’s how it felt. Okay? If it felt like I was leading you on for it to go nowhere. But you, Cody - and us - it was…” He bites at his lip and looks up to the ceiling. “Fuck.” He shakes his head. “It was too good to be true sometimes,” he quietly admits. “Everything we had, it - it was great, it…” He breathes out a chuckle. “Fuck, it was perfect, but that’s just it, it was perfect, and - honestly, again, it was too good to be true a-and I didn’t think I deserved that.” He looks back down to Cody then and takes a deep breath. “I didn’t think I deserved you, Cody and… I-I know I hurt you. I hurt you a lot, and I was worried fucking sick calling you up today because I had no idea how you’d react, and I understand if you hate me and if you want, i-if you want nothing to do with me.” Randy presses a hand at his eye and looks down at the wetness on his fingers before wiping his hand off on his shirt. “But I can’t not tell you.”

He had always dreamed of Randy telling him all of this. It was his wildest fantasy next to reliving that crazy vacation they took together in 2015, so this should be all Cody has ever wanted. Here Randy is, finally confessing his love for him and telling Cody that he doesn’t deserve him, that what they had was perfect but then, it’s the exact thing Cody didn’t want to hear.

Because he spent all this time away from WWE trying to get over Randy, and he did.

He did get over Randy.

Upon hearing Randy’s confession, however, he realizes that is not the case at all.

He’s never been over Randy.

He’s pissed that he’s never been over him, has only told himself that he was over him, but he’s more pissed that after everything was said and done with, he doesn’t hate Randy.

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

He only loves him, and he hates himself for it, hates himself for being so into Randy and everything about him and how badly he’s under Randy’s spell. Always has, always will.

Cody sets his drink down on the nightstand before stepping closer and looking into Randy’s eyes with his own, even wetter than his. “You can’t just do that,” he gasps out. “You can’t decide to… what, tell me you’re in love with me? After all this time? What, like, d-do you wanna date me? When you’re still married to her? You married her, Randy, right after I left-”

“I’d drop her for you in a second, Cody,” Randy tells him so quick and firm. “I would-”

“You think that’s reassuring?” Cody scoffs.

“What’s the problem?”

“If you can drop her so quick for me, what’s gonna stop you from dropping me for someone else?”

The silence is deafening as they continue to stare at each other. The hurt in Cody’s eyes is heavier than the confusion in Randy’s, and the thoughts in their head are going a mile a second, desperately trying to figure out what to reply with or to add on, because what the fuck are they now? They could tell themselves, in the time between, that everything was fine and they were still friends, pretend that what they did was just good fun, but it’s so hard to deny when they’re with each other.

When they’re alone together, the whole world ceases to be as well as any rational thought.

When Randy hasn’t responded after a minute, Cody takes his drink to slam it back before slamming it down on the nightstand. “I’m gonna go-”

“You’re leaving?”

“Randy, I can’t do this with you-”

“I can’t do this without you, please-”

“You’re not in love with me,” he scoffs as he opens the bedroom door. “You’ve never even been into me-”

“Don’t you dare.”

Cody clenches his jaw as Randy’s arm moves forward to close the door in front of him, his hand firm on it to keep it shut. With a deep breath, he turns to face Randy and his body sort of hunches on itself seeing his eyes, which once held confusion and is now holding pain.

“Don’t tell me how I feel about you,” Randy tells him, quiet but low. “I’ll tell you how sorry I am about everything until I’m six feet under, I will, I will do it every single fucking day if I have to, Cody, but don’t you fucking dare tell me I’m not in love with you.”

“What happens if we date then?” Cody asks. “You break up with Kim and date me. Would you let the world know you have a boyfriend? Would you take me out and show me off like you do with her?”

“Yes, Cody!” Randy answers. “I would, I would do every fucking thing for you!”

“You said that all the other times too. Why is it different this time?”

“I didn’t know I was in love with you those times, Cody, but I know now, I fucking realize now, and I’m trying to make up for all that lost time and make it right-”

“What makes you think I’d even want that with you?”

“Shut the fuck up, man,” Randy scoffs and rolls his eyes as he backs away from Cody to run his hands down his face. “Cody, Cody, Cody, I know you do-”

“Cause you know me so well, right?”

“Yes!” Randy exclaims as he throws his hands in the air. “I do! If you didn’t want me, want this, you wouldn’t have agreed to go out with me, let alone come back to my fucking hotel room-”

“I was curious,” Cody mumbles. “I wanted to know wh-why you wanted to talk-”

“You said it yourself, Cody, you know what happens when we meet up. You know exactly what happens.” Randy narrows his eyes. “You can’t lie to me.”

“And you can’t just come to me on your schedule,” Cody tells him with venom dripping off his words. “It’s all about you, Randy, it’s always about you and what you want, if you don’t want a relationship then it doesn’t happen, but if you do, it has to happen right now-”

“We both want each other, what’s the problem?”

“I left because of you!” Cody shouts out at him.

Randy’s eyes roam all over Cody’s face as his lips form into a slight frown. “What?” he almost whispers.

“I left WWE because of you!” Cody shouts again. “I-It was because of Stardust a-and all that creative stuff, but it was also because of you, Randy! I wanted you and I wanted you so bad, I wanted us to be together and I wanted to be yours and I wanted you to be mine,” his voice cracks, “and you’d always give me hope, every single fucking time we met up, just for nothing to fucking happen! Nothing ever fucking happened, it was always the same, it was always the same!” he sobs out. “I loved you, Randy! I loved you so much and I couldn’t do it anymore! I moved on, I tried to move on with someone new because I-I have more respect than to just - just be that pretty boy you get with to escape reality and live in some bullshit fantasy world with!”

At the end of it, there’s tears, plural, running down Randy’s cheeks and it might be a surprise to anyone else, but with all the nights they’ve had together, after and before hooking up, Cody knows how capable Randy is of that. Everytime though, it never fails to tear at Cody’s heartstrings, regardless of the reason.

Randy swallows heavily as he steps back towards Cody. He reaches out for his hand but Cody swats it away. He reaches out again, but Cody repeats the action, though Cody doesn’t move an inch when Randy places his hands on his cheeks to guide their watery gazes into each other. His thumbs caress Cody’s cheeks, as loving as ever, and Cody’s sobbing starts to quiet down the longer he feels Randy’s sensual touch, for the first time in a long, long while.

“Listen to me, Cody,” he whispers through his tears. “I love you. I would do anything for you and I’m not going to screw that up again. I figured out what it was like these past years to be without you and I can’t do that again.” Randy shakes his head and sniffs. “I can’t do any of this without you. I need you, Cody, and I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner, I am so fucking sorry but I know better now and I’m not gonna make the same mistake again. You’re all I need, Cody, just you. Not Kim, not anyone else, just you.”

“How do I know you mean it?” Cody asks, almost whining as he does it.

“I wish I had an answer to that,” Randy chuckles humorlessly and bites at his lip. “I wish I could show you or tell you something that would make you trust me like you did before, but I know I’m gonna have to work to get that back. A-And I can do that, Cody, I don’t care what it takes, I-I’ll do the work to make you trust me again, I promise.” He removes a hand to wipe at his cheeks and then Cody’s. “It’s going to be you and me, Cody, it’ll always be you and me.”

“It’ll always be you and me, Codes.”

Cody stares at Randy for a few moments before chuckling. “You don’t mean that-”

“I do.” Randy brings up a hand to cup Cody’s cheek. “I think, no matter what happens and… wherever our relationship goes, it’s always going to be you and me.”

“And your girlfriend is okay with that?”

Randy rolls his eyes with a small smile. “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. It doesn’t matter anyways, I - what you and I have, it’s so different then it is with me and Kim.”

“How so?”

Randy looks over Cody’s face, from those beautiful baby blue eyes to those plush pink lips, before quietly telling him, “what we have is realer than anything I’ve ever had in my life.”

“Y-You’re just saying that,” Cody chuckles nervously. “Like - I… Randy, that’s a big thing to tell someone-”

“I know…” He smiles and huffs a fond breath through his nose. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it, and I mean everything I say with you, Cody, I… everything is so easy with you. Everything is safe with you. You’re like, you’re fucking special, man, and I wanna do this shit forever. Don’t you feel like that?”

Cody relaxes entirely against his side. He brings his hand up to Randy’s cheek and as his eyes dip to Randy’s lips, he tells him with no hesitation, “absolutely.”

That was the night their relationship went past the point of no return.

The confusion starts and ends with, “it’ll always be you and me.”

“Randy, you better fucking mean it,” Cody says as he shakes his head. “If you do this shit to me again-”

“You can cut me off completely.”

Cody sniffs as he looks back up into his eyes. He gasps out as his hands fall to grip Randy’s collar. “I love you, Randy,” he tells him. “I love you so much-”

“You have me now.” Randy takes a deep breath and lets his gaze dip to Cody’s lips. “You’ll always have me, I promise.”

“You really promise?”

As Randy presses their foreheads together, he promises him, “always.”

Their breaths ghost so hotly against each other’s lips as they breathe out, and Cody can feel himself becoming more lightheaded and dizzy with Randy’s presence all over. The warmth of his hands on his cheeks, the familiar, intoxicating aroma of his cologne, and the firmness of his body under his desperate fingertips.

He’s never wanted someone so bad before in his life. Never needed someone the way he needs Randy, not now and not ever. It will never be the same, and as Randy guides Cody’s head to the side to lick into his mouth to take him, Cody gives up his entire heart for Randy to take too, and whatever else Randy wants - forever and until the end of time.

They kiss like no time has been lost and immediately, they pick back up from where they left off, the shattered pieces of their heart that was broken apart on the floor coming together again with each second their lips move together. They have all the time in the world, not just tonight but every other night ahead. It’s no longer a fantasy, no longer empty platitudes said with hopeful tones, but a reality that will stay true.

Nobody has ever known him like Randy. Cody has a done a great job over the years at putting together a carefully constructed caricature that lets people think they know him and all that he is, but it’s still an act, still a way to keep the private sides of him hidden to the people who don’t have the privilege of doing so, people that aren’t Randy Orton. Only Randy knows him at his worst and still continues to want him, to be with him, and that street goes two ways.

Because they’re not built for relationships with other people, they never were; only built for each other.

Cody’s hands roam down over Randy’s body, big and firm as ever, and back up over his shoulders. They run down his strong, tattooed arms, fingers pressing into his muscles that he loves so much, and as Randy lowers his hands from Cody’s face, he takes Cody’s hands in his own to intertwine their fingers. He squeezes Cody’s hands as he holds them up in between their bodies, the action letting Cody know that this is real, that this is a promise he means, and he won’t make the same mistakes again.

Their lips drag away so slowly, neither of them wanting to be apart from each other for even a second after being apart for years. They’re both desperate to keep this going and take this to the next level, remind the other that they belong to each other, were made for each other, as their bodies become one with another once more.

Their eyes lid open to look up to each other. There are glimmers of the future lighting up not only their eyes, but their bodies, and they can’t help but to steal one more kiss, and another, and another after that before they pull away to finally, and really, get their air back. They breathe in slow and deep together as they look at each other again.

“I’m gonna take good care of you, Cody,” Randy whispers. “Every single night.”

As he walks them backwards to the bed, their lips are back on each other, though their hands are quick to take them to where they want to go. Cody begins to unbutton Randy’s shirt and Randy’s hands are quick, skillful the way they undo Cody’s tie before unbuttoning his suit vest. Cody pushes Randy’s shirt off his shoulders and Randy shrugs it off completely before helping Cody remove his shirt and vest. Suddenly then, he’s grabbing Cody’s hips to turn him around to press him down onto the bed, lips attacking Cody’s neck while he palms him through his pants.

“Fuck, I missed you,” Cody whimpers as he brings a hand to the back of Randy’s head. “Missed you so bad-”

“Missed you so fucking much, never missed anyone like I have with you,” Randy breathes out. “Mind if I mark you up?”

“Please.”

Then Randy is latching his teeth onto Cody’s neck and Cody’s eyes roll into the back of his head as he lets out a loud moan into the room.

He can think about how to deal with it later, can think about how to tell Brandi that they’re done and he’s sorry but he just can’t do it anymore, that he really did love her but he’s always loved Randy, he did then, he does now, and he always will, and it’s not fair to keep them together knowing that.

Randy is worth it. He’s worth everything.

Cody moans with each mark Randy leaves on his neck. He’s drowning in the feeling of Randy’s ravaging mouth that he sort of tunes out everything else, and it’s only when he feels cool air settling on his hard cock that he realizes Randy has pulled down his pants entirely. He lids his eyes open and looks down to see Randy brushing his lips down his chest. Randy then begins to press kisses down his abs, over his belly button, and as his hands grip onto Cody’s hips, he’s looking up into Cody’s eyes right as he flickers out his tongue to taste the precome beading from the tip and Cody would be more embarrassed by the noise he just made if it wasn’t Randy, but it is and Randy has seen all of Cody, at this point, so he’s absolutely shameless.

“Don’t hold back from me, baby,” Randy’s voice rumbles as he tilts his head. “Let me know how good I’m making you feel.”

Then he’s closing his eyes to press a suckling kiss to Cody’s tip. He leaves a trail of them down his shaft, and the further down he gets, the further down his hands move until he’s got his hands clutching tightly onto Cody’s thighs. Randy’s tongue sticks out to circle Cody’s hole, lapping at it before it begins its trail back up, over his balls, and the suckling kisses return on the way up his shaft, Cody moaning and thrusting against his mouth all the while.

It wasn’t often that Randy sucked him off, not because he didn’t want to, but because he always got Cody off with his cock and Cody was always so needy for him more often than not. On nights like this, however, where they’re feeling sentimental and in need of exploring that side with each other, it’s greatly appreciated.

Randy is such a thoughtful lover too, far more than people give him credit for. Cody imagines he doesn’t do that for just anyone, because he is still Randy Orton and feelings and emotions aren’t something he partakes in, but he does it with Cody and that’s what matters, that’s all that will matter now that they’re back in each other’s arms.

When Randy takes him into his mouth, he can’t take much. Cody’s the only man he’s been with, and he’s not going to be able to match Cody’s skills in that department, but he more than makes up for it with the attention he gives him. His hand comes around to touch what his mouth can’t take, and he’s quite an expert with his tongue, letting it curl around him, press at him, lick at him, and after a few minutes, Randy begins the lovely process of opening Cody up.

Thank fucking god.

So he drags his lips off from Cody’s cock to run them down his shaft, past his balls, to begin licking at his hole again. His hand gently pumps Cody as he licks him open, fingers of his other hand grazing over Cody’s thigh, along his ass, until the pads of his fingers are tracing the rim of his entrance.

“I’m gonna make you feel great, I promise,” Randy tells him. “Better than I ever have, and I’m gonna fuck you every night I’m here-”

“Do you promise?” Cody moans. “You’re gonna keep me in here? Make me feel good?”

“Until you only remember my name,” he grumbles. “And until I only remember yours, Cody.”

Cody gasps out when Randy pushes the first finger in and throws his head back with another moan as Randy quickly moves it in and out, his tongue still working alongside it. Cody’s hands grip hard at the sheets beside him to wring them between his fingers, and he tugs at them as Randy continues. He pulls at the sheets, he keeps making the prettiest noises into the bedroom as Randy adds another finger, and then another, until he sounds absolutely broken. Afterwards, he’ll have a bit of decency to be embarrassed by how desperate he sounds, but then, that desperation is what Randy likes so much anyways, always has and always will, especially when he himself is so desperate. It makes him go harder with fingering him open, makes him mouth more at Cody’s opening to get it super slick with his spit, and makes him moan against Cody before, finally, pulling his three fingers out to spank him.

With a whimper, Cody brings his head up enough to watch Randy stand up between his legs. He’s drowning under the dark intent of Randy’s gaze and he can only lie there, seemingly helpless as Randy takes his time undoing his pants. Randy swipes his tongue out along his lips as he drags his belt out from the loops, holding it up in the air for a few moments before dropping it onto the floor, the metal of the buckle sounding with the collision.

Cody couldn’t say a word right now if he wanted. He’s wrought with an urgent need for the man in front of him and can’t think beyond Randy, can’t look or smell or feel beyond Randy, because his desire for him is all consuming and withers away any sense of rational being left.

Right now, Randy is heaven. He is ruin. He is everything.

He manages a long, loud whine as Randy’s thickness enters his view. He moves himself back on the bed and pushes up on his arms to watch Randy jerk himself off, all while Randy looks him over. Randy groans out as he knees up on the bed between Cody’s legs and his other hand comes down to grip Cody’s knee hard, his gaze still dragging over every inch of Cody’s exposed skin.

“Fucking perfect, Cody,” he whispers. “Always so good for me, always look so fucking good.” Randy bites his lip hard as he squeezes his length. “Can’t believe how long it’s been… you ready for it?”

“Please,” Cody begs. “Randy, please, I can’t wait for you anymore, I don’t wanna wait for you anymore-”

“I know.” Randy nods and looks up to Cody before leaning in. “Neither do I, baby.”

He seals their lips together in a short, but promising kiss, one that assures Cody, once again, that this is real and he will not make the same mistakes again, and he drags his lips away so slow before leaning back to reach for the lube conveniently within the nightstand. Cody’s eyes are trained on Randy’s cock as he drizzles the lube over, as he strokes it all over, even as Randy spreads apart his legs at his thighs with those big, strong hands to be right back where he belongs.

Randy guides himself to Cody’s opening and he’s leaning over him to press their foreheads together. His breath is hot against his lips, Cody’s breath is hot against his, and they’re breathing in each other’s air as Randy begins to push into him, for the very first time in a long awhile. When Cody gasps out, Randy moves a hand into his hair to guide Cody’s lips back onto his as he gives Cody all of him, every single inch, and drinks in all the pretty moans Cody makes into his mouth all the while.

It could be too much, were it anyone else, but there can never be too much of Randy, only not enough.

Randy drags himself out to the tip before slamming back into him to make Cody gasp out against his lips once more. He does it again, and again, Cody’s gasps becoming louder until he’s moaning out, and then Randy is fucking into him with consistent in-and-out motions, hand still in Cody’s hair with the other hand at Cody’s side to keep himself up.

“Thought I’d never have this again, Cody,” Randy breathes out as he looks down between their joined bodies to watch Cody take him. “I can’t believe I get to have you again, I can’t fucking believe it-”

Cody moans, “you get to have me whenever you want.” His hands grip at Randy’s shoulders and his fingers press down hard into his skin. “Just - I want to be yours, I want to be the only one, Randy-”

“You will, I promise.” Randy steals another kiss from him. “It’s just gonna be me and you from now on.”

“What’s gonna happen? With you and her?”

“When I get back, I’m gonna end it. Tell her I can’t do this anymore, that it’s not working, that I fucking love you-”

“You’d do that?”

“I would, and I don’t fucking care what she’s gonna do, because you’re the only thing I care about.”

Randy doesn’t even need to ask Cody what’s going to happen with him and Brandi, because they both already knew that Cody was going to drop her for him, but in case Randy didn’t, Cody tells him, “I only care about you, Randy, it’ll be me and you, just me and you, it is over with me and her, I promise-”

“I know.” Randy nods and moves his hands to cup Cody’s cheeks as he lowers his body onto his, Cody’s hands dragging away from his shoulders to grab the hands on his cheeks. “I know you’d do anything for me, just like I’d do anything for you, because I love you, Cody, you love me, we love each other, and it’s just us, okay?”

“Fuck, I love you so much.”

They take each other’s lips again and this time, they’re able to unleash all that passion that’s been building up over the past few years. The taste of sin is so pertinent on their tongues but it’s never been sweeter, so profound, and the more they taste, the more they want. They’re practically breathing into each other’s lungs now, and each breath is another thought that lets the other know they still care, that they have always cared for one another and everything else was just a distraction from what really mattered.

They both invoke such heavy pleasure within each other in their shared climax that can never be reached with anyone else. The other’s name falls from their lips so quiet, but so heavy and full of love, of yearning, and afterwards, they’re panting against the other’s lips and just barely do they open their eyes to stare at each other in the warm and sensuous afterglow.

While their business is still unfinished, and they have a lot more to discuss before officially ending the night, the silence afterwards is comfortable as Randy coaxes Cody into his side to snuggle close. Even though they now have each other forever, that truth still hasn't settled in yet, so Randy holds Cody tight to his body, as close as he can, as Cody’s face presses deep into Randy’s neck to fully immerse himself in Randy again.

In that time apart, they have been living in the same dream put together of all their shared memories. Every night wondering what would happen if they took that chance to sweep the other off their feet, if all of that fabricated pillow talk had meant something more, but they don’t need to wonder anymore. They don’t need to stay awake at night getting so lost within the debilitating thoughts in their head of what could have happened between them.

No longer does tension fill the air, but rather hope for the bright future ahead of them. They aren’t ships passing in the night anymore, no, they have found their way back to each other, because they were built for each other; forever and until the end of time.

#candy #my fics #this one is ANGSTY everyone #but a happy ending #because i NEED a happy ending #takes place in june 2018

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myimaginarywonderland · 2 years

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Regardless of who you support or who you want to win, I think something that is not talked about enough is the fact that ever since last year most F1 news have just been negative.

And it's not like it's unjustified.

Not only the hugely controversial championship, the attacks from both RedBull (and also Mercedes to a degree), the deeply concerning safety standards, the controversial Spa race, the now more and more lack luster disregards for the rules, the debate about the budget cost cap, etc.

And that's only the stuff openly talked about because a lot of people pick up on it.

Now the race calendar which not only is way too much for any team personal or driver but also not at all according to the "climate change" goals of F1 and the continuing rise of way too expensive race tickets that are not at all making F1 more accessible to the general public.

Not to mention the continuing rising reports of all multitudes of assaults.

F1 since last year has not had a single good headline that has been published that was bigger than just the sport.

I think it's time we stop talking about how individual incidents are very bad or not and start asking ourselves how much longer we as the working class can even afford to have F1 as a genuine hobby.

As someone German who enjoys F1 is no longer accessible in my region. The only way I can watch it is by having a Sky membership. Sure for some of you that might be normal but basically since the 80s F1 used to be on RTL, a channel that so many German households had access to. It isn't anymore.

I have heard fans talk about how ticket prizes have tripled.

We are getting more sprint races, weird forma of qualy, street races etc.

This is a huge problem.

For years now F1 has been inaccessible to "normal drivers" meaning those without money, sponsors or not part of a driver academy. And as we have seen with Nyck, Callum etc. there's driver who either can't afford the step up or simply will never get it because other factors are more valued.

It's no secret that over the years F1 has more than ever become an elitist racing series that is not at all fully about talent otherwise we would have a vastly different grid.

And while this has always been a problem I think many of you truly aren't seeing the bigger picture that is here.

Because it's also now becoming an elitist hobby that no one but rich people can afford. Hell,I come from a good middle class family and travelling to some of the nearest races I would probably pay the equivalent to what I pay for a 2-4 week location. I could never afford a race unless I somehow get a high paying job.

And with the rising prices of inflation I don't think I could even afford a luxury like sky. Sure maybe I can but there's so many people already struggling to even pay rent who just can't.

With the races only going to more popular places, old tracks in countries with such big F1 memory just simply not being picked up, there's also the aspect of who actually can even visit a race close to them.

Now there's also all these fancy new ideas that literally no one wants to see.

So when are we as fan finally going to see the bigger picture that the beloved sport we are seeing is more and more becoming a celebrity and rich people spectacle that is literally formed by the governing body to be as fun as possible while completely ignoring anyone's safety?

When are we going to talk about the horrendous head that is the FIA choosing to portray F1, a sport with such rich history that lives on the fans, as some sort of spectacle like WWE?

When are we going to talk about how they bend the rules to manipulate race outcomes however they like (and now this isn't just talking about AD)?

When are we going to talk about how they us slogans to make themselves seem so progressive and inclusive but are doing absolutely nothing to protect the vulnerable targeted fans?

When are we going to talk about how the way F1 is currently run is not in any way sustainable unless they only want to cater to the rich people?

When are we going to talk about how F1 is continuing to push the fans away and completely forgetting that the sport lives on the passion of the fans?

#f1

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dirtywrestling · 7 days

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Hotel Secrets - Randy Orton (18+)

Commission: @thesimonkshow

Pairing: Randy Orton x Simon

Summary: After winning the WWE Championship Randy and Simon have hot celebration sex in the hotel they’re staying at.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Cussing, Cheating/Affairs, Porn with plot, Minors DNI

Word Count: 4,338

Parts: One / Three

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Work has been ten times better ever since Randy and I have been together. We both travel together, eat together and even get hotel rooms together. People have noticed a change in Randy, in a good way. He’s more caring, friendlier and nicer not only to the other workers at the Wwe but also towards fans.

While doing a quick workout fans will come up to Randy and ask for an autograph. Usually he’d blow them off, even yell at them for interrupting his workout time but now he gives autographs and takes photos to anyone who asks.

Randy became a humble person, he didn’t care about fame anymore. He went to work, wrestled and left. He didn’t start drama with any of the other superstars, mostly if any green wrestler came up to him he’d give them a bit of advice and wish them luck. Randy has also cut back on drinking, doing so he’s lost a few pounds.

I was very proud of him and all of this because I give him pleasure a few nights a week. We both could never keep our hands off of each other so being out in public was difficult. We’d sneak kisses, soft glances and touches to the thighs or shoulders. We of course couldn’t come out to people with Randy being married and I was just some extra worker behind the cameras. The fans would think wrongly of it.

I did feel guilty having sex with Randy nearly nightly while his nonsexually active wife sat at home wondering when her husband will be back.

Walking around the arena I headed down the hallway. Approaching a closed door I knocked on it softly only to open it. Walking in I closed the door, turning around I saw Randy sitting on the sofa watching the television. “Hey.” I smiled, having his attention on me I tossed him a water bottle.

“Hey.” He smiled back. “Thanks.” Catching the cold bottle with one hand he opened it and took a small sip and poured the water over his short hair.

“Hey, you’re getting the sofa wet.” I laughed, watching as his olive skin now became shiny and smooth.

“Sorry.” He wiped his hand over his face, getting the water out of his eyes. “I’m just nervous.”

“You’ve been doing this for nearly twenty years and you’re nervous?” I laughed.

“Yeah, I guess so.” He huffed softly, leaning back into the leather sofa. “Everything is different now.” He frowned. “There’s no crowd still, everyone is watching from home. How will I know they like it?”

“I mean, that’s what social media is for.” I teased, scooting closer to him.

Randy grunted softly in agreement. It wasn’t all paper anymore where you could read the results in a magazine or hear it from a friend. Everything was recorded, played and rewind. People will see his and Drew’s match on phones, youtube and the network so nobody would miss a thing.

“I just don’t like seeing people in the seats.”

“Yeah, well neither does Vince.” I chuckled, knowing that man was losing money this year due to the conditions.

“Luckily my paycheck isn’t decreasing.” Randy informed, his blue eyes watching the women’s match that was going on. I wrapped my arm around Randy, laying my head on his shoulder as he wrapped his other hand around my waist. We stayed like this for a moment.

“Any plans after the pay per view?” I asked, wondering if he was going to hang out with some of the coworkers.

“I think I’d rather head back to the hotel, order room service and we can watch a movie.” Randy smiled, kissing the top of my head.

“I think that sounds like a wonderful idea.” I hummed, looking at Randy he leaned down towards me and planted a kiss on my lip. Kissing back, I wrapped my arms around his neck. The kiss slowly became hotter as Randy licked the bottom of my lip. Slightly opening my mouth, I moaned as his hot tongue danced against mine. Feeling myself slowly become hard, I placed my hand on his chest and broke the fierce kiss.

“What?” Randy pouted, his blue eyes sparkling.

“I gotta go. I only stopped by to wish you luck and give you your water.”

“And some tongue?” Randy winked.

Heat approached my cheeks. “Shut up.” I stood up from the sofa and made my way towards the door. “And don’t forget to stretch.”

“I should be telling you that.” Randy purred.

The blush still not leaving my face, I quickly left the room, leaving Randy to think of his match later tonight.

As the night went on, I ran around backstage. Pay per views were terrible for backstage crews. Everyone was tripping over their feet, gathering wires, checking sound and making sure the lenses on the cameras were clean before any interviews or segments. Huffing, I wiped the sweat off of my forehead as I was running around so much.

The headset over my ears was making me sweat, the building alone was hot too with everything running. Stopping in my tracks, I looked at the television. Randy was walking down the ramp. I made sure that the crew cleaned the lenses before Randy walked out and placed the lighting on his ‘good side’. Even though all of Randy was good looking and I made sure to remind him every time he didn’t think so.

My eyes wandered all over Randy’s body, he walked down the ramp so confidently, his blue eyes shining as the light hit down onto him, his beard was cleaned up nicely and tights holding his large bulge in place. That man was sex on legs and everyone in the back knew it.

Ignoring whatever was being called onto the headset, I stood there watching the match. I flinched at every rough move, covering my eyes with my hands only to peak out of my fingers to make sure Randy was okay. Drew and Randy didn’t hold back, tossing one another against the cage, throwing punches to the face. I couldn’t help but to squeal as Randy hit his head onto the turnbuckle.

I could never understand how Randy never grew tired in the ring with all the running around and moves he did. I could never be a wrestler, I’d be gassed out before the bell rang since the ramp was so long. Watching Randy’s muscles flex every movement he did made my cock slightly ache in my pants. I bit my lip, hoping he’d win this championship match but I wasn’t so sure since the writers of the company were giving Drew a big push.

“Here’s your winner and NEW WWE champion, Randy Orton!” I blinked, not even seeing the quick pin Randy snaked on Drew. Too busy in my mind, daydreaming about Randy and his sexy body. Seeing Randy snatch the championship out of the ref’s hand, raising the title high above his head he walked towards the turnbuckles, climbing them and showing the camera his pride and joy.

“And that was one hell of a match, Randy Orton is our new Wwe Champion! Goodnight everybody!” Michael Cole said over my headset. Walking away from the television as it turned black I made my way to the gorilla table. Seeing everyone surround Randy once he made his way past the curtains I moved side to side to see Randy before anyone else could. Too eager not showing how excited I was for him.

Randy drank in the compliments as everyone patted his shoulder, shook his hand and even took a few pictures where Randy held the title up and had a cocky smirk on his face while sweat rolled down his forehead and side of his face. Looking away from the camera once done, his eyes connected with mine. His cocky smirk quickly became a large smile. Walking away from the people that were chatting, he made his way to me. “Hey.” His voice was gruff and he slightly panted.

“Hey.” I smiled. “Congratulations on winning.”

Randy wrapped his arms around me in an unexpected hug. His sweaty skin clinging onto my clothes. I was surprised that he hugged me in front of everyone. His musk was stronger than ever, his cologne seeping into my nose as I inhaled his scent deeply. I wrapped my arms around his sweaty shoulders, enjoying the hug he gave me.

“Hotel room, 306 tonight. Don’t be late.” He growled lowly in my ear. “Meet me soon as possible.” With that Randy pulled away from the hug, his icy blue eyes stared down at me as I looked up at him. My face heated up from his words.

“Randy, let’s get a drink!” Someone from the crowd hollered. Hearing the accent it was Drew, his slightly hairy chest huffing and puffing from the intense match they put on. I licked my lips at the sweaty Scottish man, I would never cheat on Randy but something about Drew drove me a little wild. Maybe it was because of his thick beard, slightly hairier body or the long hair that flowed over his shoulders, it was something.

Randy chuckled deeply as he noticed me staring at Drew. “Maybe another time, Drew I have plans tonight.” With that Randy walked away from everyone back to his locker room to celebrate ‘alone’.

Putting everything away backstage couldn’t be slower. Everyone was becoming tired and slowing down their work as they put things away. I quickly wrapped wires, cleaned camera lenses and put them in their boxes while everyone was slowly doing one job. “Woah, Simon what’s the rush? We get paid by the hour and we’re all in over time right now, time in a half man slow down.” Amy spoke as she was leaning against a crate full of equipment.

“Listen, I’d love to be slow and earn 55 an hour right now but I have plans.” I huffed, pushing a crate up a ramp into a semi.

“What plans do you have?” Amy asked.

“None of your business, those are my plans.” I grumbled, not wanting anyone knowing that I sneak off and fuck a superstar. Even if Randy wasn’t married I still didn’t want anyone knowing and having them think I get special treatment because I’m fucking the WWE champion.

“Whatever you say. Just go, the rest of the crew and I got it.” Amy popped her knuckles as she stretched her arms.

“You sure?” I asked, walking out of the semi truck.

“Yeah, have fun with your plans.” She teased.

I quickly left on that note before she saw the small tint of pink on my cheeks. Quickly placing an uber, I waited outside the arena with my bag. Traffic was light, the lights on the buildings lit up the sky. It was nearly breathtaking. Waiting a few minutes later a car pulled up beside me. The window rolled down showing a woman in her mid thirties. “Uber for Simon?” She looked back at me.

“That’s me.” I smiled, opening the back door and slid in. As the woman drove, I started to check my phone. Reading some messages from friends, I quickly replied and went on facebook. Checking people’s statuses until I arrived at my destination.

“Here we are.” The woman said as she pulled into the parking lot.

“Thank you.” I opened the door, grabbed my bag and climbed out of the SUV. I couldn’t ever understand why Randy always had to pick the big fancy hotels. I was always grateful that he’d give me this experience. Staying at five star hotels, room service, free bar down stairs and all you can eat breakfast buffet in the morning. Randy truly did spoil me.

Entering the hotel I heard loud laughing coming from the lounge. Seeing some superstars sitting at sofas, cups of alcohol in their hands. Some stopped talking and looked in my direction, watching me head to the elevator while others didn’t mind or pay attention to me. Pressing the up button to the elevator I waited, biting my lip as I felt the eyes of wrestlers on me. Quickly stepping in once the lift doors opened and closed behind me I exhaled a breath, no longer in their sight.

Clicking the floor Randy was staying on I clenched the strap on my bag, excited yet nervous to see Randy. I had no idea what he had planned for tonight. I don’t even know if he wanted to celebrate after winning the title in a match like that he must have been tired.

Hearing the elevator ding and the doors sliding open I exited out of the lift. Looking up and down the hallway to make sure no other superstar was around. I walked towards room 306. Knocking a few times it immediately opened. Slipping in and shutting the door quickly I was embraced in a warm hug. “Fuck I missed you.” Randy grunted.

“We saw each other like two hours ago.” I laughed.

“Too long.”

“Yeah, sorry. The crew members didn’t want to pick up the pace and put things away. So I did most of the work and they told me I can leave because they wanted to get time and a half.” I shook my head.

Randy pulled away from the hug and made a face. “Well, that’s not fair.”

“What do you mean?”

“They want to work slower so they can get paid more. I should tell Vince.”

“No, no Randy please don’t tell Vince. We don’t get paid like you guys do.” I frowned. “I’ll admit it when I first started, that’s what I did so I could have extra money for gas or food when I was on the road.” I pouted.

Randy exhaled through his nose, thinking. He knew I was right about that. Doing more work and getting paid less. “Fine, I won’t tell Vince.” He grumbled.

“Thank’s Randy.” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissed his scruffy cheek. He smelt like shampoo and soap, notifying me that he showered before I came. “Hmm, you smell nice.” I mumbled, resting my head against his chest.

“I taste even better.” He smirked.

“Are you hinting that you want me to suck you off, champ?” I purred, looking up at him.

“And maybe with the title on?” Randy blushed, his teeth gnawing on his bottom lip.

“Anything for the champion.” I hummed, my hand placed on his chest. Randy smirked, walking towards his bag and pulled out the championship title. Randy took off his shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room. His hand rubbing his cock through his jeans. A low hum left his throat from the friction. Grabbing at the zipper he tugged it down along with unbuttoning his pants. Withdrawing from his pants and boxers, he wrapped the title around his waist.

His hard erection sticking up, resting against the title. Getting on my knees, I crawled towards Randy. “Such a good boy.” Randy grunted softly as I wrapped my hand around his throbbing erection.

“So hard already.” I giggled, licking my tongue up his veiny cock. Randy shuttered as my hot tongue ran over his aching cock. Darting my tongue across his tip, I moaned at the taste of his pre-come. Wasting no time, I wrapped my lips around his cock, sinking down on his shaft. His tip hitting the back of my throat, I slightly gagged. I started to bob my head up and down his cock, suckling and hollowing my cheeks. It’s been awhile since I sucked Randy off that I nearly forgot what he tasted like.

“Fuck, Simon.” Randy’s hand threaded through my hair and gripped it tightly, pulling me closer and forced his cock deeper down my throat. Slowly breathing out of my nose, I let Randy pull back and push his hips into me, fucking my throat. “Your throat is so fucking tight.” Randy growled, his grip on my hair becoming tighter. Randy’s thrust became faster. Drool collected around my lips as I choked on Randy’s cock. “Fuck, I’m close.” Randy pulled out his wet cock from my mouth, panting.

As Randy started to jerk his wet cock off, he used his free hand working to get the championship title off around his waist. He quickly placed it on the floor, aiming his cock towards it. Randy grunted loudly, squirting his load on the gold title plates with Drew’s logo and name on it.

I couldn’t believe Randy had the balls to come all over WWE’s property let alone on Drew’s gold plates knowing he had to return them.

“Isn’t that kind of mean?”

“Oh please, I saw the way you were staring at that man.” Randy smirked, noticing my cheeks turning pink. “Drooling all over him in front of me.”

My cock twitched at the sight of Randy standing tall. His skin slightly covered in sweat, his chest heaving with every breath he took and his cock hardened and covered in spit. Randy’s grip loosened up in my hair but helped me on my feet. “I think you should do all the work tonight, as champion I used up all my energy to get the win and the belt.” Randy backed up, falling on the bed. Reaching for the pillows he threw one behind him, resting his head against it and arms folded behind his head as well. “You know where the lube is at.”

Going to Randy’s bag I looked through it, pushing clothes and bathroom products out of the way until I found the bottle of lube. Grabbing it, I stood up and made my way to the bed. Randy laid there, sprawled out. Straddling Randy’s lap, I opened the lid to the bottle and squirted some of the liquid into my hands. Wrapping my hand around Randy’s cock I hummed at the feeling of his slickness dripping down to his balls. “Opes, a little too much.” I blushed, watching the lube roll down his sac and landing on the bed sheets.

“Don’t worry, the maids will clean the sheets once we’re gone.”

“But I don’t want them to know you had sex tonight.” I gushed.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure it’ll be dried by the morning.” Randy sounded so sure of himself. Nodding in agreement, I forgot about the lube stained sheets and raised my hips up, my hand still wrapped around his cock as I slowly pushed myself down his raging member. Exhaling a soft sigh as his tip slid in slowly, stretching me.

“Fuck.” I whimpered, resting my hands on Randy’s shoulders. “I swear your cock has gotten bigger.” I bit my bottom lip, taking more of him as I went down.

“That’s just my ego.” Randy smirked, his hand coming down on my ass making me yelp loudly. “There we go baby, nice and slow.” Randy purred, his hand resting against my waist now he was fully inside of me.

Rolling my hips slowly, Randy groaned out and tossed his head back. “Yes.” He hissed, his nails digging into my flesh and bucked his hips upwards. “That’s it, fuck Simon you take my cock so well.”

Feeling Randy deep inside of me made me nearly collapse. Slowly bouncing on his cock, I ran my fingers through my hair trying to get it out of my face. Feeling sweat already forming on my forehead as I started to move. “God damn, Randy.” Tossing my head back I moaned, my cock bouncing against my lower toned stomach.

“A- Ah fucking Christ!” I cried out at the feeling of Randy’s hand wrapping around my sensitive dick. His motions were swift as he started to jerk me. My knees dug deeper into the mattress as I slammed down on his cock faster. My thighs slowly started to ache with each movement.

Randy slapped my ass hard. “I didn’t tell you to slow down, keep riding me.”

Moaning loudly as Randy gave my ass a few more spankings I kept moving up and down, the bed creaking with each thrust. “Randy I- I’m going to come.” I mewed.

“You’re not going to fucking come unless I tell you to.” Randy bucked his hips up roughly making me collapse onto his chest, panting. “Awe, is the little slut tired already?” Randy planted his feet on the mattress and started to pound up into my tight ass, his hand never letting go of my cock.

Hiding my face into the nape of Randy’s neck, panting heavily. I kept up with his pace, slamming down on his cock each time he thrust upwards.

“Randy- please!” I choked out as he kept hitting my g-spot.

“Hold it.” He snarled. His thrusts were so intense that his balls were slapping against my skin making it echo throughout the room. We were being so loud that I’m surprised we haven’t gotten a noise complaint.

My stomach tightening and balls clenching, I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes trying my best to hold back my orgasm. With Randy fucking up into my ass and his hand wrapped around my cock I was seeing stars. “Daddy please.” I whined.

Feeling Randy’s cock throb from the word ‘daddy’ had me moaning. “Fuck, dirty whore. You want daddy’s come?” He snarled. “You think you deserve the champions come?”

Placing my hand on Randy’s chest, I held myself up as I started to bounce on his cock, taking control again. “Yes, please.” I heaved. My lungs burned from the high cardio sex we were having, I was nearly in tears as I held back my orgasm. I wanted to please Randy, make him proud that I listened to each and every word he spoke to me.

“Then come Simon, come for your champion.” Randy demanded.

My eyes fluttered shut as I released my load onto Randy’s hand, stomach and chest. My walls tighten around Randy’s cock even more as I ride my orgasm out. “Fuck right there, right there- don’t stop!” I screamed, never ending ropes of come exited out the tip of my cock.

Randy never stopped his movements, his cock pounding in and out of me at a fast motion made me cry out once more. His hot come exploding inside of my tight walls had me arching my back and kept bouncing to milk all the come from his sac. “Fuck, Simon just like that baby.” Randy let go of my cock, tossing his head back against the pillows.

Once everything settled down, I slowly rolled off of Randy, collapsing right next to him. My face resting against his sweaty chest, we both breathing heavily. “You never fail to amaze me.” Randy chuckled lowly, kissing my forehead. Humming softly, I nuzzled against Randy even more, ignoring the body heat coming off from both of us.

I jumped slightly as I heard a loud knock on the door. Looking at the door and up at Randy as he looked at me with an arched eyebrow. “Did you order room service?” He asked.

I shook my head ‘no’. “No, did you?” I asked.

Randy shook his head. “Did anyone follow you?” Randy sat up, grabbing a pair of shorts.

“I- I don’t think so.” I gulped, hoping no crazed fan followed me to the hotel. “No, no, why would they follow me? I’m nobody, a camera crew member.” I tried to settle myself down.

“You’ll be surprised.” Randy mumbled.

As he made his way towards the door, I quickly grabbed my boxers and slid them on. “Oh fuck.” Randy whispered loudly as he looked through the peephole.

“Who is it?” I frowned, noticing Randy’s nervousness.

Randy turned the knob and pulled the door open revealing his wife, Rachel. My heart dropped at the sight of the woman in front of me. I swallowed thickly, noticing our clothes were scattered around the floor and the room smelt of sex.

“Hi baby!” She exclaimed, throwing herself onto Randy in a tight embrace hug.

“R- Rachel, what are you doing here?” Randy asked, his arms in the air, not too sure if she should hug her.

“I’m here to see you silly, my flight was late, that’s why I didn’t get in to see your match.” She pulled away from Randy only to pushed herself into the room and stopped to see me half naked.

I stood there, frozen.

“Oh, Rachel, this is my tag team partner, Simon. Simon, this is my wife.” Randy quickly spoke, covering everything up.

My eyes widened to ‘tag team partner!?’ Randy knew damn well I never set foot in a wrestling ring before.

“Why haven’t I ever seen you two in the ring together?”

“I’m injured-” I said.

“He’s still training-” Randy over lapped my words. “He’s uh injured but still in training.” Randy swallowed.

I exhaled a soft breath, my heart thumping against my ribs.

“Well, then. Simon it was nice to meet you.” She turned to Randy. “How about you and I have some alone time.” She smirked.

Randy looked over at me. “Baby, I- I would love to but Simon is my roommate tonight, I can’t just kick him out.”

Rachel huffed. “Fine.”

As the married couple spoke, I was quickly gathering my clothes and putting them on. “Well, I’m going to call it a night.” I bit my cheek, looking over at Randy. “If you need me, I’ll be on the sofa.” I gave a weak nervous smile over at Randy and made my way to the couch in the living room.

Nothing was more awkward than having Randy’s wife coming unannounced after we fucked.

“Why are you so sweaty?” I heard Rachel ask Randy.

“Well, I had a match a few hours ago, I’m still hot. Let’s just go to bed.” Randy immediately said. I could tell in the tone of his voice he too was awkward out about this whole thing.

I laid flat on my back, staring at the ceiling. Things were certainly not going to be looking up from here.

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thesamoanqueen · 9 months

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The thing that gets me about even bringing up how he was perceived prior to returning in 2020 is HE didn't even like the character and was doing the best he could with what he was given. He was so unhappy that he was going to leave if he didn't get to be the Tribal Chief. People act like the story is what it is because WWE is hoarding all the good writing for the BL and ignoring that Roman finally has creative control of his character. If it could be replicated, wouldn't they have done it already after three years? And that's not to say there haven't been other great stories, there definitely have been, but it's not the same thing as a story where people are so invested that one segment from a weekly show (not even a PPV) will have 20 million views in less than a week.

Also I need people to make up their mind about what the problem with Roman is. Cause he takes up so much time that could go to the rest of the talent and if they had that time they could be as over as him but they also complain he's a part timer so what exactly is being done with all that Romanless time? It's almost like if he wasn't there you weren't gonna get that time anyway which is the booker's fault, NOT his.

Oh sis, but we are talking about two big problems at the bottom of all the controversies born around this storyline.

The first is that the story of the Bloodline is written by Roman, but nobody, not even the WWE (for obvious reasons) admits the truth. WWE writers can't write. They have less talent than me when I decide to give vent to my fantasies, I put aside the rules and logic of this job, to write a fanfiction. They write badly and consequently create badly their characters, the wrestlers. Roman planned in his free time a better story than them doing this job, he took control, he played it smart by calling Heyman and Hayes before convincing Vince, he made for the first time the big voice and he was right. Because in addition he took with him talented people and in whom he had total trust, who helped him unconditionally by adding their own talent and ideas, like the Usos, to his own. And he did it all because WWE was mishandling him and in his opinion, mine too, even mishandling his family.

The second big problem is how the majority of people see this man. Crowds people and the IWC is a thing, but among those who work in their business he has always been seen as a person who gives everything and now, because of this visibility, they too are changing their opinion. And I don't doubt that there's a bad mood about big roster issues, but there are people making serious accusations when during PLEs are sent eight hundred commercials to remind people what they're watching instead of giving them actual matches. There are people who talk about stolen time, when Mr. Rhodes makes three entrances with his entire music in a single episode of Raw even when he only has to say two words. When they give time to Seth, silent in the ring, allowing fans to stop Finn in his in ring promo. And I can go on... But ofc its Roman and his family too, they're better targets and they're on top for years now so the stolen time its their fault and with it, everything else. But the real reason its that they're on top, he is on top, they even getting better month after month, year after year, and the WWE have still not find someone to replace him and them. The sad thing is that now the other talents, unlike a few years ago, are feeling the abyss that came out with this storyline, they feeling how much they are left behind, but if they are there its not Roman's fault or the storyline, because him and the story have it gave momentum to a lot of people and those people now, they're slowly coming back because they're not in the story anymore, not because they're worth less or Roman is stealing their time. Sami and KO are wonderful, unique, but now they're again WWE toys like they were before the story with Roman and they are just the most simple example.

#this riot is awful really and im proud of him and his ass on vacation leaving people talking behind #ask me

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jeysuso · 6 months

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Do you think the WWE would ever just say F#ck it and go for a gay storyline?

not really? maybe? idk, it's a tricky question to answer because i don't doubt that they'd want to bc there are people behind the scenes in that company that are very pro-lgbtq+ and even in the past heyman himself has said that they should do lgbtq+ storylines within the wwe, so it's a conversation that's obviously happened somewhere at some point, and with triple h mostly in charge of creative it's not so much an impossibility anymore as it was when old vinny mac was running the show but... there's still a lot to think about, i think, and also there's probably a lot of apprehension if it ever has been something they've discussed. not even considering their ongoing deal with saudi for one, there's also viewership, too. idk specific statistics so i wouldn't want to talk like i know what i'm talking about necessarily but there is still a lot of toxic masculinity within the audience that consumes wrestling imo, you see it online all the time. god, when jey started wearing his crop tops, people would insult him for what it potentially could represent even though it's a piece of clothing and clothing doesn't define sexuality anyway. the whole idea that there's people against it, though, is... mental to me considering wrestling really is the most homoerotic thing and always has been, but there's sadly a lot of people who would have a huge problem with it if they were to go there with any of the wrestlers they perceive as straight. and that isn't just limited to men, either. there are a lot of women who would be against it, too, and it blows my mind but their reasoning is a whole other conversation.

#anon ask #ask #wrestling tag #cw: long post #i think a lot of the wrestlers would be on board with it though

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jess-moloney · 6 months

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"It seems that as their friendship got closer and closer (to whatever level of friends they may have been) she came along and now...it's as if the two have never even met before. Does anyone else find that odd or just me?"-

Yeah, that does seem odd you don't see them together as much anymore. Jamie and Joseph were very close. You could see the enjoyment Jamie had being around him. Now there is no interaction. Very odd. There is something else I noticed. Looking at the fandom repost pics of Jamie at conventions recently he looks sad in some of them. Not his usual self. He tries to put on a happy face for fans but you see a difference. It's like a gradual change. It started happening with him once fame came in with Vecna. I would say right after Fallon. Possibly before but once he put her out there in the forefront it is like things became different. You notice he doesn't do interviews as much either. Before ST, he was always doing interviews even if nothing was out. As he enjoyed interacting with people. I think that is what keeps him going and why he does so many conventions. You can tell he gets positive energy from socializing. Lately I feel this isolation from him. I was happy to see him get a chance to talk to fans once the song was released. You saw a little of Jamie come out. That was short compared to other times he has been online.

This cowboy macho aesthetic seems forced. How do you go from sitting front row at Fashion Week to rugged in less than a year. Considering her fake PR credentials, who knows what advice she is giving Jamie. She went from dancer to design house to marathon runner now she is a PR agent who spends all her time following Jamie around. He has always been androgynous. Which is why I became a fan. I loved how unapologetic he was. Not afraid to be masculine/feminine or express his sexuality. Don't get me wrong. I think he is talented and beautiful voice. Let's be honest though. Is this really Jamie? Or is this something he was told would be a great idea. Yes he is eclectic and listens to all genres including country. But does this fit who he truly is? It is sort of giving being influenced by her. As she seems to change with the wind herself.

You're right, we don't know who she is. It is weird you can't find anything on her. She went from regular brown hair with tattoos to Morticia within a year. Probably looking to please him and the fans. Even her brother and Dad. Her Dad had some business that no longer exists. That is shady to me. I saw where she even tried to model. That is several professions within a couple year span. This was before Jamie. It all just smells like a come up. You went from writing articles on Refinery about marathons to having two celebrity clients (that is questionable) to posting every magazine cover any hip hop or It model or influencer covers to make it seem like you did the ground work. I have yet to see any celebrities mention her. Next she will advise Jamie to dress like a wrestler and go on WWE. It's giving Sharon Osburne vibes. Jamie would mirror his exes sometimes but not the opposite where they told him to be someone else.

I have noticed much sadder eyes in the way he looks at the camera. There was that somewhat recent livestream he did that gets posted a lot and people fawn over it but he looks off to me. Seems sad. I don’t say much since I know this fandom can be fairly volatile about criticism or saying anything about Jamie is less than perfect.

As much as I do not want to make accusations of any nature he looks either very sleep deprived, intoxicated, or hungover. Maybe a combination maybe something else but it didn’t seem right. The vibe was off. He appears to be kind and gentle as usual but that energetic aura of positivity is gone. It’s a shine in his eyes or a lack of genuine emotion in his smile. I don’t know if I can explain it properly it’s more something you sense than you see.

Even if he did very much enjoy the cowboy style and life from the movie he filmed was that enough for him to change his whole personality and aesthetic from what he was to very masculine trucker or whatever we’re calling it? There have been plenty of other British celebs who have come to America and stayed here incorporating American things into their style while still essentially remaining themselves. Bowie was similar. As in, he did have that flamboyant and very gender fluid thing going on when he was younger. As he aged he did become more on the masculine presenting side of things but he always kept that ambiguous Bowie flare where you could tell that ultimately, under that, he was Bowie and this was the style choice he was making not that someone else forced him into it or he was attempting to be something he wasn’t. Bowie changed his look a lot but he never changed his style, personality, or the essence of what made Bowie…Bowie.

She only wrote maybe 6-7 articles for refinery and this was whilst they were a very startup unknown company. As I mentioned they were only acquired recently by Vice and before that they weren’t exactly some huge known media outlet. If you check the site in the way back machine around the time she was writing for them they were advertising several jobs and pretty much desperate for people to work for them. I would think from that there probably wasn’t a high bar for her to reach for her to “work” for them and since she only ever posted a handful of articles for a short period of time what happened? Was she fired? Did she quit? Obviously she got bored with this macho woman fitness guru (who was all about happy good energy and body positivity) and then went on to other things.

I saw one interview where she said she wanted to be a dancer then dancer instructor and even a police officer. A lot of what she writes about as fitness or lifestyle screams disordered to me yet her fitness is a cover for that. For example:

I have a very close friend who (whilst younger) had an extreme issue with body image and anorexia. However, for years she was able to cover this by making her life all about fitness, training, athletics, etc. everyone praised her for her healthy lifestyle and admired her energy and workout regime and yet over time cracks started to show and it became clear that it was a cover for much deeper issues. I can’t say definitively it’s the same for Jess but I can say that with how much we’ve seen her transform from what she was to where she is it’s not a leap in logic to conclude she may have some serious issues herself. The change in her weight, the shape of her face, the color of her hair. All of this changed very drastically from where she was to be with Jamie.

Not to be misconstrued here as I don’t think someone with an eating disorder is inherently bad. I am saying that if she has an issue along those lines that has not been addressed and has a lot to do with control and dysmorphia and a bunch of other dysfunctions, would that potentially be a good match for someone with sobriety issues especially since she isn’t sober herself. I’ve seen her mention more than a few times she used to be a hardcore party girl but isn’t anymore. As in it seems she goes out of her way to say she was but reassure people she isn’t now. What’s the point of that? To disparage the party lifestyle and show that she’s so much better because she doesn’t do that anymore? Or is it some sort of deflection attempt or denial as she doesn’t want people to suspect she still is one or does those sorts of things. Does she struggle with her own sobriety issues? Seeing as how she flat out stated she’s “never hit a wall” while training she strikes me as someone who would believe that they have no struggles or issues and anything they are doing isn’t a problem because they have it handled. Would she even have the capacity to enable her own self awareness to reflect on her flaws or does she think so highly of herself she believes she can do no wrong because she’s the best and the strongest?

Whatever is going on I don’t believe with her history she is genuine or can be trusted. Not with her own motives and certainly not with whatever she’s doing to or with Jamie. The more time that passes the worse he seems to be getting and if she’s made him believe she’s the best one for him or will accept anything he does no matter what it is just so she can cling to this fame she’s clearly always wanted but never had before him, it won’t change any time soon. Not unless Jamie sees it himself. If he even wants to.

#jess moloney #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #mail

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claymorexpunisher · 11 months

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As Fate Would Have It-(CH.2/?)... (18+ Fic)

Pairing(s): Drew McIntyre/OFC

Summary: Fate can't stand Drew. But as they say, there's a very thin line between love and hate. Could that be the case with these two?

Tags: 18+, hate to love, one night stand... sorta.

Total Word Count: 5,604

Coming into the wwe and working backstage, Fate had made a lot of friends. She loved it in the wwe. With the exception of a few people, she managed to make a little extended family along the way.

The first friend she made when she first started working for the company, was Charlotte Flair.

They hit it off one afternoon as Fate sat alone in catering. She and Char found that they had a lot in common and their personalities meshed well. Charlotte and Fate didn't really push each other to share more than they wanted to.

They were both pretty shy right off the bat but, put them together and they turned into one giant tornado. Wherever one was, the other one wasn't too far behind.

But now as they sat in Fate's office discussing that night's show, Char damn near shoved Fates phone in her face, urging her to text Drew.

"text him!'' Char exclaimed.

''Why?? If I show up, I show up. If I don't, then he knows what that means..''

But Char just gave her an ''are you kidding me?''look. ''Fate. Text him. Give him something to look forward to!'' She chuckled, snapping her fingers as if to say, ''get to it!''

Against her better judgement, Fate grabbed her phone and typed in his number and put him as ''Leather Daddy'' in her contacts for shits n giggles..and she dropped him a message.

-I don't think you're capable of having any fun..-

- Well, there's nothing I love more than proving people wrong. :)-

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It was pushing 2:00am before Fate decided to get out of bed and head to Drew's room. She was still in my unicorn pj's, which, yep, super attractive. But she thought 'fuck it.' Fate didn't wanna waste anymore time.

She hesitated for a few long seconds before she got the balls to actually knock on the door. When he didn't open, Fate mumbled out a curse, annoyed at herself for seemingly waiting too long. Of course he'd be asleep by now..

Fate didn't register the door opening as she began to walk back to her room, until Drew's raspy drawl hit her ears.

''Leaving already, princess?''

Turning back around to face him, Fate's cheeks immediately turned crimson red as she stammered out a response. How good he looked in a simple tshirt and sweatpants just wasn't fair..

''Um- well you didn't- I thought you were..I figured you had already gone to bed.'' Fate inwardly cringed as she tripped over her words, but he just chuckled.

''I was going to but, lucky for you,'' he flashed a silly grin in her direction that made her smile back. ''I can never seem to get to sleep for a while after a show.'' He shrugged as he leaned against the doorframe.

''Amped up still?'' Fate asked curiously, now coming closer to him and leaning against the wall. She bit her lip as he nodded, and the next words she spoke with such sudden confidence, shocked him as much as they did her.

''Well..maybe..I can help with that.'' Fate shrugged casually, even though her brain was screaming at her, wondering what the hell made her utter those words. But Fate knew. Deep down she knew it was only a matter of time before she made her feelings known.

The curly haired brunette forced herself to continue to look him in the eye, not taking back her words even as he just looked at her in shock for a few moments.

But it felt like an eternity before he finally dignified her offer with a response.

''I think you know I am not opposed to that idea,'' he said with a coy grin that Fate returned. As she stepped into his room, she noticed his eyes scanning her from head to toe.

''Nice onesie,'' he said, his eyes lit up in amusement as he looked at Fate in her onesie.

''Shut up,'' she groaned, only serving in making him laugh loudly.

''Coming here was a last minute decision! I mean, I'm here. Aren't I?'' She exclaimed grumpily, but he just laughed some more and shook his head.

''I wasn't complaining!'' He chuckled. ''It's cute.''

Side eyeing him with a smirk, Fate shook her head at him before she practically dove onto the insanely comfortable bed.

''Would you like something to drink?'' He asked from his position crouched in front of the mini fridge as he watched her make herself comfortable.

''Umm, just water. Thanks.''

As soon as he handed the water bottle to her, Fate downed half of the ice cold liquid in two greedy gulps. When he asked if she needed anything else, Fate shook her head with a tiny grateful smile.

Resting comfortably against the pillows, she couldn't help but let out a loud giggle as her eyes focused on the tv that was playing 'The Young And The Restless.' '

"You watch soaps?'' She questioned him with an amused raised brow. Drew joined in her laughter and shook his head.

''Not usually, no. But everything at this hour is just stupid infomercials.''

''Ever heard of Netflix, my dude?'' She laughed again as he just stared at her with a dry look.

''Did you come here to just poke fun at me?''

Fate's cheeks reddened again as she suddenly remembered why she was there and she shook her head. ''No..''

As he settled on the bed next to her, Fate struggled to contain the stampede of nerves that suddenly made her stomach feel like it weighed 1000 pounds. Her heart thumped hard in her chest as he cupped her chin, bringing her face closer to his to press his lips against hers. The kiss they shared was slow and light, and as their tongues danced slowly, Fate couldn't help but sigh happily through her nose. She wanted more though. So much more. And when he pulled away to ask if his actions were okay, she told him so.

''I appreciate you being considerate and all but uh, I'm not gonna break, Drew. I know what we're here for and I'm more than okay with it..'' Fate panted heavily with desire as she looked into his glassy eyes. His pupils were blown wide and Fate could've sworn his eyes were darker than their usual crystal blue, almost grey. Now, they almost looked jet black.

As soon as she said those words, it was as if a dam had been broken. Quickly, their clothes started flying off, landing in different parts of the spacious hotel room and her chest heaved heavily as his lips began to roam her body. Fate felt herself growing wetter and wetter as he finally, *mercifully* brought his mouth at level with her pussy. But before his tongue lapped at the wet slit she heard him say, ''Look up.''

When she followed his eyes, Fate almost came at the sight of the giant mirror above them, overlooking the bed.

''Oh fuck,'' She breathed out, to which he replied by feasting on her pussy like it was a cold ice cream cone on a hot summer day. Fate lifted herself using her elbows and watched through the mirror above them as he lapped and sucked at every single nerve ending in and around her core, and she began to attempt to roll her hips against his mouth, only to sag back against the pillows when he released a ''mm-mm'' of protest, and he shook his head, making his scruffy beard rub deliciously against her thighs.

Fate's pleasure amplified as he placed one of his large hands against her hip to make sure she didn't go anywhere.

''No, let me-'' Fate started to whine, irritated that he wouldn't let her move in synch with the ministrations of his mouth, but Drew wasn't having it. When his mouth closed around her pussy and his tongue lapped against her increasingly sensitive clit, Fate's back arched off the bed and she let out a curse, followed by a loud cry of his name that she quickly tried to muffle by placing her hand over her mouth. But again, Drew wasn't having that, and Fate's eyes widened a little as he ripped her hand away from her mouth and kept her wrist pinned against her stomach.

''Drew,'' Fate whined. ''You know we're not exactly a-ah, fuck! We're not exactly alone in this hotel!'' She said in a rush, trying to get her words out before another electric current of pleasure made her back arch and her toes curl.

''I don't care. I wanna hear you.'' He said, pulling away for a moment before he slowly slid one of fingers inside her and he continued to pleasure her with his mouth.

Fate didnt know if it was because of the overwhelming pleasure that overtook her body but, she let out a delirious giggle as she let him have his way with her.

"Figures you'd be a control freak..''

Fate didn't get a verbal response this time but it was perfectly okay with her because, the second he added another finger inside her and crooked them in just the perfect way, her orgasm hit her without any warning.

As she trembled and writhed on the bed, and Drew lapped up her juices, Fate's hands wriggled free and her fingers gripped onto his brunette strands as she slowly willed herself to come back down from her momentary high that seemed to have no end.

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Dom Mysterio x Reader

Thank you so much for the love I’ve gotten on this so far. I truly just write for myself so it’s nice to feel validated 🙌🏻

Smut

Friends to Lovers

Angst

I don’t own WWE characters, it’s all for fun

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Chapter Three | Where it all started…

3 Years Later…

Dom had made it to the big leagues, main events and Monday Night Raw. I couldn’t have been more proud of him until his story line turned my stomach into knots.

His new “Dirty Dom” heel turn had come with a new accessory named Rhea Riley.

Not even storyline turns into the reality of dating but let’s be real: most of their time was going to be spent together with virtually no time at home. I was stupid enough to think she didn’t want him by the way she gleamed at him.

Every part of me was jealous when he called her Mami and the next day all his merch said it again for the encore. Their tension felt real but I wasn’t sure how much of it I had glorified.

I was visiting Dom for a few days, sharing hotel rooms and going to his live events even though it hurt. That was when I met Randy again, only this time he was divorced and single.

It was a welcomed distraction from every social post and monologue being about his new on screen fling. WWE had been laying it on thick and I had no idea why it was bleeding into their personal lives unlike any other time.

Dom even got scolded for posting a silly photo of us because it ruined the facade.

I kept it from Dom the whole time I was there visiting because I hurt him enough for a life time. I deserved feeling jealous this time.

Dom rushed towards me, picking me up into his arms and spinning me around. “Did you see it? I fucking flew!”

My arms wrapped around his neck without thinking, “You won. Congrats.”

Placing me down gently he knew something was wrong when he dragged me back to his dressing room before asking. Boxing me against the door his eyes got dark, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I lied.

“We aren’t leaving until you spill.” He still didn’t give anymore room between us than what was already there.

“I’m late and I’m tired. I’ll just Uber back to the hotel and meet you at the airport?” It was the last stop before we flew home for Raw next Monday. I was honestly excited to get back home and back to my routine. Less of his fake relationship thrown in my face.

He licked his lips, “You horny or something? I know we have a pact to not cross those lines again, but hermosa if you need me.”

“Why do you call her Mami?” I bluntly asked.

“I don’t write my scenes, babe. I have zero control over that. Is that what’s wrong?”

“You called me Mami the first time we had sexâ€¦” I whispered. “Every time you said it to herâ€¦” I didn’t know how to rationalize it or even speak on it yet.

Dom’s hands skated down my sides and landed on my hips. “What happens baby? What happens when I say Mami?”

Pushing his hands off me I flooded the room, pacing lightly trying to find the words. “A lot. I’m jealous, I’m turned on, I’m confused. I don’t know what to do, Dom.”

Ripping his sweaty shirt off he followed me, dragging my hips back to his. “Dom. We can’t. I can’t.”

Dropping his hands from my body so quickly felt like a diss. “Right. I’ve heard it all before. I was good enough to fuck you the first time tho, right?”

Dom was never cruel and I couldn’t believe it as it unfolded.

“You’re my best friend.” I twisted around to face him before sitting on the couch in his dressing room.

His hands on the back of the couch he fell into me, his knee between my legs and his mouth so close I felt the hot breath against me. “I fucked you until there was blood on my sheets. I stood by while every asshole fucked you instead of me. Fuck, mi amore, I’m still fucking my hand every night because I need you.”

“I can’t fuck you, Dom.”

His hands shoved its way between my legs and found my wet panties quickly. “Give me one good reason I shouldn’t rip your panties off?” His hands found the strings of my thong before yanking them down my legs.

“Because you’re gonna hate me and I can’t want you until you know.”

Undoing his belt he twisted me over, on all fours and the wetness practically dropped down my inner thigh. I needed Dom so badly I didn’t care. My mouth muffled by my own forearm I couldn’t talk myself out of letting him anymore.

Shoving himself between my legs I nearly gasped, holding my breath and biting down on my own skin.

“Oh my god, Dom.” His chest caved over my back and begged me to scream. “Ohhh fuck.”

“That’s it, baby. So fucking tight. You needed this, didn’t you? Drenched for me.”

I had lost my mind with him inside me, writhing in ecstasy like he knew my body better than I did when his brutal thrusts hit against my ass hard. “Dom. Dom, slower, slower.”

Taking the hint he slowed down, taking him time and punishing us both with long movements. Every time he filled me I felt myself come all over him.

“Tell me why I’m gonna hate you.”

Luckily I was saved by his team mates, the ones he fought with and was always with. “Dom we gotta do some after shots. You ready?” They all stopped dead in their tracks staring at Dom pounding me from the back.

“Goddamnit. Get out.”

After being frozen long enough they vacated the locker room they clearly all shared.

Hiding my face on the couch I bite down on my own lips to keep from moaning too loudly. “I’m gonna come. Dominik.”

“Say my name baby. I wanna hear you moan about it.”

I could feel his hands tighten and knew he was close when I grabbed onto his hands. “I’m not on birth control. Dom, you can't.”

I had already had one abortion and couldn’t survive another.

Making me come he pushed himself inside of me until I felt him jerk against my tightness. “Dom! I’m not on anything. I can’t get pregnant.”

Kissing my shoulder he whispered, “it’s not the worst thing in the world. Rather have a baby with my best friend than anyone else.”

Pushing him off me I panicked. “I can’t have another adoration. You don’t understand.”

Tucking himself back into his undone pants his features wrinkled. “You had an abortion? Who the fuck got you pregnant? When?”

“We were seventeen, I was almost eighteenâ€¦ Dom don’t be mad. I couldn’t tell you.” Pulling down my dress and trying so hard to not cry.

“Fucking Blaine? You almost had his kid?”

“Dom.” I said sternly, waiting for him to realize. “It wasn’t Blaine.”

Pushing his hands through his hair he stared at me pissed the fuck off. “You fucking got pregnant? We had sex one time. How?”

The hot stream of tears ran down my face. “We didn’t use a condom, Dom. I came so many times. It was my first time too, I didn’t think I would get pregnant. Your mom promised to keep it a secret until I was ready to tell you.”

“My fucking mom kept your secret? We could have been together. You didn’t even bother telling me.”

He exploded with anger, trashing the locker room and shouting profanities. I had never seen Dom so angry before.

Rhea, his on screen girlfriend, and his team mates came crashing through the door for a second time like they were listening outside the door but Dom didn’t care. He got so close to my face I actually winced. “You fucking got pregnant and decided not to tell me? But you’re worried if I’m fucking Rhea? You fucking got rid of our baby.”

“We were seventeen, Dom! Babies, we couldn’t have a baby. No one gets pregnant the first time they have sex.”

“But we did, didn’t we? Say it. I wanna hear you say it.” His hand clutched around my jaw, holding my gaze and forcing eye contact. “Say it.”

The tears turned into globs and scarred my face when my mouth fell open but no words came out. “Dom. Don’t.”

I flinched at the closeness when he pushed his face even further into mine. Nearly growling the words, “Fucking. Say. It.”

“I couldn’t be a mom at seventeen. I couldn’t be a wife. We were supposed to be the people who got pregnant the first time. I’m sorry I had the abortion but it had to happen.”

His grip on my face let up and Rhea called his name. “Priest has a match, you coming?”

Shaking off our argument I finally exhaled when he followed her lead. “You’re fucking lucky. You made the wrong choice.”

Dropping down to the couch again I sobbed into my hands contemplating every big moment we had. Dom was every first, every big moment. He was my best friend and I kept the worst secret from him. I felt like a monster.

Priest and Finn appeared on the TV set to fight his dad, Rey, and Randy Orton. I watched trying to compose myself as I left the room. Everyone probably heard and I knew my cheeks would flare up red instantly.

Making my way to the viewing area I stood in the back watching Dom frantically force his way into the match. His attempts were successful when everyone passed out except his father, Rey. Climbing into the ring, he stood in front of his dad holding a mic.

“What’s wrong? Afraid I’ve outlived the legend.” He toyed with his father like a predator.

His dad waved his hands and Dom attacked him before dragging Finn over his body for a three count winning his stable the fight. “That’s what you get for being a deadbeat dad. Don’t fuck with my family.”

I knew where this came from when everyone backstage scrambled to plan around Dom going off script. None of this was planned and WWE just landed on a gem of a feud. Father and son against each other.

Dom breezed by me, bandana still over his face and sunglasses still on. Whatever we had been through before was about to get worse. There was no going back now. The damage was done.

Reaching out I tried to make him hear me when he put his arm around Rhea, walking away the way he knew would hurt the most.

That night I went to the airport by myself, not seeing Dom at all. His things were still a mess around the hotel room. We had the same flight home and I dredged it entirely. Our seats were next to each other and I had no idea how we would make a flight over six hours home.

I hadn’t seen Dom and decided he changed his flight when I boarded the flight by myself. Holding my duffle bag I slipped inside my seat, digging out my head phones and closing out the world.

Clamping my eyes down I begged for sleep but I knew better. My racing heart wasn’t going to let up more than ever. The seat next to me wrinkled as I scrolled through playlists to find the right song when I glanced over to see Dom stretching out in our first class seats.

Picking any song I turned it up hoping he wouldn’t try to speak to me anyways. It was three hours into our flight when I finally got his attention.

I had to scoot by him and that wasn’t going to be easy with his long legs spread out and his hat over his face. “Dom,” I nudged him a couple of times before he woke up.

“If you aren’t waking me up to get you pregnant so you can rectify this problem then I don’t want to hear it.” He crossed his arms tighter and didn’t bother to open his eyes.

Dom wasn’t going to let up anytime soon and I had to deal with that. I just handed him a bomb before we went back home to California where we were both expected to stay with his parents. Now it felt like I had lost both Dom and the family I had.

“Then what happens, Dom? I got pregnant and what? We raise the baby as best friends? You quit the WWE? You pretend we don’t exist because as far as fans are concerned you’re with Rhea? We were seventeen. Neither of us were ready for that kind of responsibility.” I whispered between us unlike him.

Pushing his headphones down to his neck and sitting straighter up he finally looked at me. “Yes. Whatever we had to do. Our age, our status, my career - none of it mattered in comparison. If you were pregnant I deserved to know. After we fucked, you were a bitch. Fucking every goddamn guy who took you out, sneaking out, avoiding me, acting like nothing happened. I got you pregnant and you didn’t even bother to tell me. Now is there something you want to say?”

“You’re an asshole,” I spat out before pushing my way through his legs to go to the bathroom.

First class bathrooms were bigger, nicer but still an airplane bathroom. The knock was quiet but I ignored it. I needed time to regain composure before I had to face Dom again. Splashing water on my face carefully stepped out of the way when I realized it was Rhea and Dom flirting.

It stung. Hell, it felt like a knife.

Grabbing my hand he jerked me back, “just call it even.”

“You got it, Dominik.”

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