#randy orton x black!reader

[mikaelsonharem7]

Snake Charmer 🐍

Just a little fluff with our favorite viper 💚

*also happy birthday to Randy!!!*

It was late after a WWE event, the arena quiet except for the faint echoes of distant footsteps. The crowd had long since dispersed, but backstage, the air buzzed with the energy of the night.

Randy Orton leaned against the cold metal of the locker room door, his eyes scanning the hall. He had just finished one of the hardest matches of his career, and the adrenaline was still running high, but there was something in the pit of his stomach that didn't have to do with the match.

His gaze shifted, and there you were—YOU. You had always been there in the show, watching him when the cameras weren't rolling. Not as a fan, but as something more. Someone who had always understood him, even when he didn't quite understand himself. The kind of person he could just…be around himself.

"Hey," you said gently, stepping towards him with a gentle smile. 

Randy's heart might've skipped a beat looking at you. Though he was never the one to show a lot of emotion, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek, a gesture that spoke volumes in its simplicity.

"Hey you. How'd you like the show?"

You chuckled, a soft sound that made him smile. "You were amazing as always," you replied, your voice low and filled with admiration. "But I think you're always amazing." 

Randy raised an eyebrow, his lips forming into that signature smirk that made you blush. "Flatter, he teased, his tone playful. But there was something deeper in his eyes, something he rarely let anyone see. He could count in his hand how many people he let in, you being one of those people.

You stepped closer, your breath warm against his skin. "It's not flattery, Randy," you said, your hand resting lightly on his chest. I mean it. "I've seen you at your best and at your worst, and it doesn't change how I feel about you."

For a moment, the world seemed to fade away. Randy's death caught him, and he found himself staring down in his eyes; the gaze held something deeper than desire. Something he hadn't allowed himself to feel in a long time—trust. Comfort. Love.

"I don't deserve you," Randy said, his voice hoarse, raw with emotion. You shook your head, your hand reaching up to cup his face. "You do, Randy; you always have."

And then, without another word, you leaned up to kiss him. It was sweet and gentle at first, then passion took over. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer, afraid that if he didn't, you would drift away. The kiss deepened, and after that blip in time, the rest of the world disappeared.

When the kiss finally broke, Randy rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed, savoring the moment. "I never thought I'd find someone like you," he said softly. "And yet here I am," you replied with a soft laugh.

He opened his eyes, his blue ones looking on at your deep brown ones. "Here you are," he whispered. A rare vulnerability in his words. "And I'm not letting you go." 

[hibiscus-whore]

Make Ups and Make Outs

Request by @sweetdreampruneplaid :Hi, can you do 08/09 rko story. So him and the reader are separated after she discovered that he been unfaithful to her while on the road but since then he wanting to work things out with her 🍋

A/N: school was ending, I had finals, some medical shit happened to my family so I’ve had a busy few weeks but I am here. I hope this makes up for my WWE babies. Also, I think I lost the plot but idk

WARNINGS: I got carried away so plot w/ smut. I’ll mark the beginning of the smut with a color for those who only skip to that (heartbreakers😔). Semi-established relationship. Rekindling old feelings. Apologies. Lovey dovey blah blah blah fluff n smut.

CONTAINS: Hate EVERYTHING that has love (more so lust) in it, fem!reader, marking/claiming, PIV, protection, happy happy joy joy!

Word Count: (we’ll figure it out in due time)

Fuck Vince, truly. He knows damn well that we broke up for obvious reasons. I explained to him why we broke up, the bastard was cheating on me with a groupie. But I guess our duo was so over with the fans that he made us stay together and he said,

“I will figure something out for you in the storyline.”

When will he figure it out? Because I’m by ring side as Randy is fighting with Jeff Hardy. Pretending like I loved him while interacting with the fans. Acting as though I was showing him off until the match was about to end. That’s when I faked a panic, attempting to get into the ring but the 3 count already happened. I heard Hardy’s music and acted my ass off. Holding Orton as Jeff was dancing around happily.

After the match, I went to the locker room to grab my things. I didn’t have a match tonight so I went back to the hotel with a few others. The Hardyz, Alicia Fox, and Natalya were all in the car. Matt was driving, Jeff was in the passenger, and I was sandwiched in between the divas. We were talking to each other as the radio music played, passing through the city lights, it was quite relaxing until Fox said something.

“Girl, what’s up with you and Mr. RKO?”

“Foxy,” Natalya scolded her as the guys just awkwardly shifted their conversation towards each other. Still listening in of course.

“They used to be glued at the fuckin’ tongue and now they don’t even look at each other unless it’s for their gimmick. I mean, COME ON! Everyone wants to know. We’re close, right? I hope we are. So you can talk to me. Or at least talk to Nattie so I can listen in like the guys are doing right now.”

‘Woah’s and ‘hey’s filled the car as the Hardyz were about to defend themselves then immediately gave up. I looked between the four of them before sighing. Leaning back into the seat.

“We broke up, that’s it.”

There was an awkward silence then Natalya asked, “…can I ask why?”

“He fucking cheated on me while we were doing the like half ‘n half tour thing. Like we were separated into groups and shit. I found out when I was gonna surprise him, but I guess he forgot the dates ‘cause he was…never mind. I’m having a good night and I don’t wanna cry—“

Before I could finish my sentence, the girls hugged me simultaneously. Jeff looked back with an empathetic smile. Giving me his hand to hold, which I did.

“I mean, he is known for being a damn harlot and serial-cheater. So you could’ve dodged a bullet.”

“We’ve been together for so long, Jeffrey,” I slid down in my seat, girls still somewhat hugging me, “I just…I thought he changed but I guess he didn’t.”

“How ‘bout we put our stuff down, change, and go out in the city for a little bit?”

I shook my head, “I just wanna sleep.”

Foxy quickly let me go, “uhnt, uhht! We are going out and you’re gonna shake your ass on me!”

“What?” Everyone in the car said in confusion before laughing. Foxy joined in. Matt parked the car in the underground garage of the hotel. Then we exited the car, grabbing our things to head up to our rooms.

“We’ll meet y’all in 5,” Matt told us as we began to part ways.

“5 men’s time or women’s time,” Nattie asked with a mocked confused expression.

The guys groaned, “fine, 15. We’ll invite some others.”

“Who’s some others,” I asked but Matt just shrugged as Jeff laughed. We all headed to our rooms. I completely forgot that Foxy and I shared a room because she skipped up to me to tackle me. Nattie was already in hers, which was across from ours. Alicia helped me pick out my outfit which suited my body well, and fit the theme of me being single and searching. Which felt weird but that’s okay. I needed to free myself of the binds of that idiot.

We got into the main foyer, Edge and Christian joined our group now. Giving them hugs and greeting before the Hardyz finally came down.

“ ‘n look who tried to rush us,” Alicia yelled out.

Matt hands shot up in surrender as he walked up to us, “somebody needed to find the right earrings—“

“This outfit doesn’t not need my silver hoops, I needed my black ones,” Jeff interrupted Matt then walked out. Putting a hand in his brother’s face with such sass. Matt, Nattie, and Fox followed him. Edge and Christian waited for me. While I began to walk out, I felt someone grab my arm. Turning back to see it was Randy with Ted and Cody. He looked furious but his eyes seemed sad. I attempted to pull away, but I couldn’t. E&C quickly noticed me not following them then came behind me.

“Where the hell are you going with them?”

“It’s not of your business, Randy.”

“It IS my business. I need to—“

I cut him off, finally prying away from him, “you don’t need shit from me.”

“Back off, they don’t want to speak to you,” Edge spoke up, glaring at him as Christian stepped up to them.”

Before he could say another word, Edge and Christian ushered me away. Continuing to glare back at Legacy. I could sense how defeated Randy was but ignored it.

~~

We got back a few hours later. Foxy told me she had something to do so she left me the room for the night. I stripped myself of my night outfit and switched into my pajamas. Before I could even lay down, a knock landed on my door.

“Fox, if you forgot your key again, I’ll kill you,” swinging the door open to see Randy. His body language was definitely less than confident.

“Are you gonna kill me?”

“I should, what do you want from me?”

“To talk to you, can I come in?”

“Nope,” trying to close the door on him but he stopped it. Looking down at me.

“You’re not even gonna hear me out?”

I kissed my teeth, tilting my head, “absolutely not. I’m not some bootycall cause I’m your ex. Goodnight.”

“I’m trying to apologize to you.”

“I don’t need your fuckass apology.”

He nodded as he pushed past me, “you wouldn’t be out tonight like that if you weren’t healing properly.”

“I was out with my friends. Not out being some harlot like you are,” I said as I reluctantly closed the door. Watching him sit down on the hotel room’s couch, patting the seat next to him. I’ll humor him for a moment. Foxy won’t be here for a good while.

“I shouldn’t have done what I did—“

“Oh, say it how it is Randal.”

“Can you let me be mature for one fucking second, quit being the natural bitch you are.”

“Okay, no,” quickly getting up, grabbing his shirt, “out. Get out!”

Randy held my wrist, “don’t. Wait— shit. I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry for cheating on you. I am a living piece of shit for trying to put myself in a different position when I truly belong with you.”

I slowly let go of his shirt and he did the same for my hand. Slowly sitting back down. Staring at his blue eyes then looking down at my hands, “why’d you do that in the first fucking place if you belong with me so damn much.”

“Because I’m a cocky bastard, babe, that is why. I didn’t realize how good I had it ‘til I lost it. Honestly, I don’t even know why I went for that girl specifically. Maybe I was horny. Maybe I missed you—,” he noticed the expression on my face. I don’t even know what look was on me but I probably gave him the worst look alive. “Or maybe I thought that I wasn’t good enough so I wanted you to leave me and resent me forever.”

“That’s why you cheated?”

He nodded.

“…I feel bad for saying this but you truly stuck your dick in her? She probably carries something.”

Randy chuckled, “yea, I know. I know— HEY! I didn’t stick my dick in her fully.”

I scoffed, “looked like you did.”

“You walked in on us at a horrendous angle. I dipped out of her immediately after you slammed the door shut. She tried to pull me back in but I kicked her out.”

“What’d you do next? Or do you just have blue balls,” sitting closer to him.

Randy leaned into me, “why should I tell you?”

“Curious,” we were now centimeters away.

“Y’know it killed the cat, right?” Then our lips connected. I easily sat in his lap whilst my arms wrapped around his neck. He held my head so he could push me forward. Hands scaling down until he grabbed my ass with soft pressure. Before we could even move to remove our clothing, a door creaked. We ignored it until…

“OH MY FUCKING GOD?”

Our heads snapped towards the door, I pushed off Randy and wiped my mouth. He smugly looked away. Why the fuck was Foxy back so early?

“I thought you were with a guy or some shit, Fox!”

“Bitch, I went to the damn corner store to get some snacks— DO NOT TURN THIS ON ME! You said you hated him.”

Randy’s eyebrows furrowed, “you said you hated me?”

“GO AWAY, RANDY,” Fox and I yelled in unison. He only laughed and shrugged as he got up and walked out the hotel room. Fox bucked at him, Randy fake flinched.

“Goodnight ladies.”

“Shut up,” Fox cow kicked the door shut, locking it, and went up to me. Throwing the bag onto her bed., “you lied. I’m not mad because angry sex with your ex is hot but HAVE SOME DECORUM!”

I crossed my arms, “Fox, leave it—“

“Did he at LEAST apologize to you?”

“Yea, he did.”

“Oh,” Alicia shrugged, “then it’s fine. I got you your favorites by the way. But next time we room together, don’t fuck when you’re not 100% that I’ll be gone.”

I scoffed, again, “ALICIA, WE DID NOT FUCK!”

~

Catering was more than awkward. Nattie, Tyson, Hardyz, Alicia, and I were at a table just talking. But they noticed the tension between us. Not tension but more so Alicia being mischievous obvious that something was going on. And Randy wasn’t subtle either, he kept lingering around us but he was with his friends. That’s when Jeff randomly said,

“you and Randy fuck or some?”

Matt immediately hit him, causing Jeff to choke, “JEFFREY!”

“AH! It is a…oof, genuinely question. I mean, look at ‘em. Fox ain’t subtle either.”

“You guys— oh my goodness,” Nattie was beyond appalled. Trying to clutch onto Tyson but he just laughed it off.

“Oh, I’m gonna get my 20 from Cody—“

I interrupted, “YOU GUYS BETTED AGAINST ME? Over something y’all don’t even know is true or not.”

Fox just laughed, grabbing her empty plate to throw away before walking off. Slouching down in my chair, covering my face up.

Jeff finally stopped choking and just leaned into the table, “yes or no question.”

“No.”

“…but something did happen. Mhhh.”

“Why are you so nosy?”

“And why can’t you keep a secret?” Jeff questioned me, getting up to throw his plate away too. Natalya, poor thing, she might fall over and have a heart attack. Tyson isn’t even helping— why is he going over to Randy’s table? And since when was Fox there?

Randy kept his eyes on me when talking to Fox while Cody and Ted had the same expression as Natalya on their faces. Matt completely gave up and just followed his brother. Leaving me alone. At the table. I stormed out of catering, entering the locker rooms because it felt safer there rather than whatever the fuck Tyson and Fox were doing to me.

A few minutes went by, I got dressed and was in the middle of doing my makeup when Nattie walked in. Waving at her, but she sat down next to me.

“Nattie, I know what you’re about to say,” I spoke as I fixed myself.

“No, I don’t— I just won’t believe it. And I know you, you wouldn’t stoop so low for him.”

Sighing, putting my brush down and handheld mirror, looking her dead in the eye, “you’re right. I wouldn’t…”

“I feel like there’s mor—“

“We did, however, make out.”

“WHAT!”

I muffled a laugh, hiding my face before sitting up to look at her. Smiling at her. She was horrendously mortified then she just got up and walked off. I tried to redeem myself, “no, Nat, come back! I love you! I’m sorry.”

“I can’t right now, you have disappointed me and went against everything you before yesterday has said.” She didn’t mean harm in her words, it was with sarcasm but goodness. Nattie might be right.

Once I finished my makeup and hair, I left the locker room. Steph came up to me hurriedly, “hey, so, we just changed the script. You’ll need to be with Randy in the next 4 matches because y’all have a promo to cut in the ring with Legacy. You don’t have any lines— well, not a lot, but go find the rest of them. Can you do that?”

“…Steph.”

“I know, y’all broke up but Vince doesn’t want y’all to be done so soon since you’re like the IT couple of WWE. And I know you don’t like it but that’s what brings in the money.”

I groaned incredibly loud before nodding, “fine. I’ll find him.”

“This is why you’re my favorite diva!”

“Buy me food,” I shouted out as I walked away from her. Going to Randy’s locker room and just staring at the door before begrudgingly knocking on it.

“Come in,” Randy called out. That’s when I stepped into the room. Cody made a face at me, before looking back at Randy who just had his eyes on me. “What’re you doing here.”

“Checking the script because Steph forced me too. Pass it over.”

He did, I snatched it away from him as I leaned against the wall. Flipping through the script before handing it back to him with a head nod, “that was all. Bye.”

“Could you not be so awkward for one second and talk to me?”

I looked at him, then Ted, and lastly Cody before rushing out of the locker room. Something crashed in that room once I left. Randy probably threw his chair across the room or something. It sounded like the it broke as well. Waiting in Gorilla until I felt I saw his friends who seemed more like goons.

"He'll be here in a few seconds," Cody dapped me up. Not completely because he was oiled up and looking like a damn glazed donut. I gave Ted a firm hand shake because he's...an odd one but I had some form of respect for him.

"Why do you think I'll give a shit about him?"

"Because Tyson took a 20 from me is why," then their theme played. Randy came up behind us, "lady's first."

We all walked out together, seductively strutting down the ramp with the guys following behind me. Primarily doing this with whenever I was with them. They all helped me instead the ring before Legacy got inside. Randy, front and center, had me near him as always. Lingering next to him just to look sexy as hell and tease the weirdos in the crowd behind Randy’s back. Then he grabbed me…this wasn’t part of the script. I checked our lines, why is he grabbing my arm?

“My beautiful girlfriend, soon to be YOUR Champion just like everyone in Legacy, is going to kick whoever’s ass she needs to. She’s isn’t just a manager or valet, she will kick Maryse and Beth Phoenix’s asses just like we’ll beat Cena, the Hardyz, and Degeneration X— EVERYONE on the roster,” he tossed his mic to the mat just for his hand to be replaced with my ass. Forcing me into a kiss. Somehow melting into it, arms wrapping around him as my eyes closed. His eyes closed too, I knew how he was with me. The only thing that broke us up was someone’s theme music, I didn’t care who it was. My mind was in a daze. The cameras panned over to the wrestlers coming out but my eyes were kept on Randy who was still in his cocky ass character. I managed to somehow keep my composure as I kept in character, glancing at Ted and Cody. Cody slightly nodded at me, not too much to be noticeable to the audience but enough for me. Well shit.

~~

When the night ended, I just grabbed my things out the ladies locker room and left. Not speaking to anyone during the ride to the hotel. It was the last night in that city anyways so I needed to pack my things ‘cause we were leaving the next morning.

Fox left the room again, not saying a word about Randy or the kiss or anything to me. So I just sat there, by my suitcase until I get a call. Pulling out my phone and flipping it open,

“Hello?”

“Are ya’ busy?”

Fuck, it’s Randy.

“Incredibly, bye—,” he cut me off.

“Come to my room, no one’s here. I would go to yours but I don’t think I want your little friend to bother us again. I mean, now everyone knows that we’re together so.”

My brows furrowed as I looked at my phone before I put it back to my ear, “boy, we aren’t together. And I’m not going to your room.”

“I just wanna talk to you. We can sit on opposite sides of the room if you want us to be.”

I looked at my phone before hanging up on him. Slipping some shoes on, grabbing a random hoodie, my keycard, and leaving my room. Down the hall, to the right. Fuck, why am I here? To see him. I loved him but I didn’t want to admit it. Not to myself let alone Randy himself. I knocked on the door. No response. Knocked again, still no response. I began to bang on the door until he swung it open.

“WHAT— oh. You.”

I looked up at him, “you wanted to talk, I’m here…is that lamp supposed to be on the ground like that or—?”

“Don’t worry about that, come on in,” moving out the way. Feeling his eyes look me up and down. I sat at one of the seat then he sat across from me after closing and locking the door. We stared at each other for a moment then he spoke up, “got my hoodie on? Thought you would burn it by now.”

“Haven’t had a day off so I couldn’t.”

“Don’t go back to hating me, okay? I’m trying my best out here, I’ll do even more if you need me to.”

I checked my nails.

“I kissed you for a reason, y’know. I love you. More than anything. I’ll apologize ten times over if you need me to. I just can’t fathom the idea that you hate me.”

“Mhh…”

“But you didn’t come here for that, did you?”

I quickly looked up at him.

“We can continue what we started last night. No interruptions, made sure of it.”

Now, I moved towards him. Hovering over his lap as he looked up at me this time but I began to lean down so our lips could touch, “I’m lucky someone cut our kiss off, aren’t I?”

“Lucky we’re mainly PG now because it would’ve been like January 9th in 06,” Randy said before connecting our lips. Moving together in sync as he began to pull something out his pocket plus his cock. A condom…nice. I pulled down my panties. When I was about to take off his hoodie that I accidentally wore, he stopped me, “keep it. I’ll fix it when I need to.”

We continued to kiss until the both of us managed to get on the bed. Missionary. Fingers divulging inside of me as my nails dig into his biceps. Opening me up wide enough so he could slip the condom on and ravage inside of me. I let go of his arm to bite my wrist. Randy immediately went to grab my arm.

“C’mon, lemme hear your pretty voice. This wouldn’t— fuck…be as fun if I can’t hear you. It’ll be like a silent film.”

Biting my lip to conceal my moans before I shakily spoke up, “w-walls…they’re thin. I don’t want anyone t-to hear.”

He went down to place loving hickeys on my neck, “embarrassed to let them know you’re mine?”

“I’m n-not yours— mmm, right there!”

“Oh, really?” Randy stopped mid-thrust, looking down at me, “me making love to you and marking you up doesn’t mean we’re together?”

“Not until you say we’re together ‘n p-prove yourself,” shaking my head at him before my back arching. Forcing it back, making me scream out, “h-haaah!”

Randy began to fuck into me now. Helping silence my moans with kisses of longing as he abused my cervix. Continuing to cover me with bit mores and hickeys, I could barely do the same to him. I can’t remember when but he started to play with my clit. Leaning back just to look at it…or my pussy, I couldn’t tell. Randy was also watching me, like his in ring state of being a viper. Menacingly watching how my breasts bounced, face contorted, and body quivered. Trembled, even, as he then started to press into me more. Feeling the warmth of Randy coming undone, he didn’t show it but he did groan. A lot. Soon after, I came. We panted, Randy took himself out of me and laid next to me.

“Can I be your boyfriend, again? I’ll be better this time…more faithful.”

“It would’ve been hotter if you asked me like mid thrust or something,” smiling at him as I shakily attempted to take off his hoodie, “you didn’t even move this.”

Randy helped me out while responding, “claiming you, I guess. You look gorgeous like this. Cuter in my shit too.” I smiled at him, letting him help me before we kissed once more. Then we separate just for him to say, “you still gotta pack, don’t you.” I nodded. “Okay. I’ll wash you up, bring you to your room so you can finish, and get somethin to eat.”

I sat up, nodded again. Noticing my reflection in the TV. Quickly turning to Randy, punching his arm repeatedly, “MY NECK NAND CHEST! Randal, what the fuck.”

“Hey— HEY! Just wear a turtle neck thing like Maryse or Chyna, I’ve seen you wear gear like it before,” Randy only laughed as he grabbed my arms.

“Oh, I cannot stand up!”

“You can’t even stand at all right now—“ I cut Randy off. Slipping my arm out so I can punch him again, “OW!”

[makedatmoneymayne]

One Night Only?😈

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~~Y/N is a black woman but anyone can read this regardless. Y/N just officially became an announcer for the WWE. While celebrating at the club she notices this sexy man with a shaved head staring at her with low eyes. Will this only be one night?~~

Warnings:Smut, Cursing, Smoking, and Drinking.

**~~ means Randy's POV**

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You were faded, I mean SUPER fucking faded. You smoked a few blunts with your girls before heading to the club, yo ass was already high as the Eiffel tower heading into the club but then you also decided to drink a round of shots. One moment you were drinking next you was fucking some man who claimed he was a wrestler? You didn't know and you didn't give a fuck this man was sexy AND his dick was fire.

-

He took you into the women's bathroom and locked the door, both of you guys stumbling. He growls like an animal before gripping your neck kissing you on your juicy plump lips. The kiss stops "You're so fucking sexy baby" He says before lifting your dress putting his hand in your lace panties to grip your ass, other hand still gripping her neck. He moves his hands to the front of your panties, immediately shoving two fingers in with ease due to your arousal. You start moaning so loudly you already knew people who were close to the bathrooms could hear everything. Letting go of the tight grip you had on his forearm as he still fucked you with his fingers, you grip his long, thick print. "You like how this shit feels baby." You feel you orgasm coming quicker than usual, he obviously feels it too by how much faster his fingers are going, curving at angles, hitting spots you didn't know you had, you can't even answer for real. "No noo I wanna hear you say that shit Do.You.Like.How.This.Shit.Fe-" Before he can even finish,you do, yelling, squirting all over his hand, "Yes daddy I like it!" You didn't even come down from the high you just had before he turns you around on the sink, slapping your ass multiple times then slowly entering his length into you. Y/N's on a non stop loop of moaning, so loud she can't hear him say "Let me know when you want daddy to fuck you for real." He knows you can't hear him, only working half his dick into your pussy. Slapping his hand over your mouth, he moves his lips next to your ear kissing and sucking on your earlobe. "Can daddy fuck you good now baby" he asks politely words still slurred. Nodding your head he immediately fucks you with no mercy, almost pulling all the way out each stroke. Both of his hands on your mouth now as he fucks you, you crying from how good it feels. All throughout the bathroom all you hear is clapping sounds, him lowly growling talkin his shit while he's in it, and your sniffles and moans from your throat.

-

"Where the fuck did Randy go?" Cody asked the guys looking throughout the club, puffing his cigar. "I think he went to the bathroom uce." Jey mention before taking a shot. "He prolly with some random girl in nere' leave him be uce." Jimmy laughed at the thought, "Nah bro im gonna go see what's taking him." As Cody approached the bathroom he also saw his wife with the same look of worry. "Oh hey baby, Y/N's taking forever in the bathroom and im contemplating busting in there." Cody was already a few steps ahead of her trying to open the door but noticed it was locked. "Oh my gosh." "What babe?" Brandy asks still confused and worried. "Those motherfuckers are fucking in there Jimmy was right." They begin to laugh in unison. Brandy bangs on the door and yells "Don't wear him out now Y/N."

-

Little did they know Y/N was the one getting wore out and Randy was addicted.

-

You woke up at 4:56 am in a bedroom that was NOT yours AT ALL. Looking down you see a large tattooed arm on your stomach. Confused you lift his arm up so you can get up to put on your clothes. He groans moving a little. You hurry and leave out the door, jacket halfway on as you ride to your hotel.

-

You were finally in your bed, melting into your covers after a nice long hot shower. Rolling in your covers you feel every ache and pain this man caused but oh did it hurt so good. It was going on 5:41am now, time barely passed due to your speeding. You had about 4 hours and 19 minutes to sleep a but more. You dreamed about that mystery "wrestler."

Backstage at WWE, Jade, Brandy, Bianca, and Naomi all raved about your wild night. "Girl I still can't believe you fucked THEE Randy Orton in that bathroom" Bianca blurts out giggling. Brandy says a little louder, "Rumor says, aka literally just Cody, anyway it says he's upset you left." "THE RANDY ORTON I HEAR VOICES NIGGA? Damn I kinda ate." Before any of the girls can react I get called to head out for me to announce the match thats coming up. I sat down in my chair waiting for Bobby Roode's music to hit. On the right que I make my phenomenal announcement for him. I look down at my rehearsed paper to see "Randy Orton..." with all his attributes listed below for me to say. I almost miss my queue for him but I get it out immediately locking back in. I stay standing watching him do his famous pose.

He glanced down, mouth slowly ajar mumbling, "No fucking way."

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~~The End~~

-im just writing for whoever I find sexyyyyy anyways enjoyyy😌-

[y4-mama]

Hi girl, can you do rko break up to make up hc pls?

Randy Orton X Reader

Content: One bed trope (sorta, it's not explored that much) Angst, fluff at the end, Gender isnt specified (gets called breathtaking though), past relationship was toxic (i think idk what all is considered toxic), thats it I think.

Side note: does anyone think Randy isn't 100% white or is it just me? I think it's like a Hailee Steinfield situation where he's like 10% of something. Am I crazy for thinking this or no?

WC: 3.4K

One bed, two people. Great, right? WRONG!! And apparently, you weren’t the only person feeling this way; your ex, Randy, wasn’t happy about it either.

“This is great. I gotta share a room with my ex.” As if you were any happier about having to share a room with him, especially when all he does when he sees you is make rude remarks. “You think I’m happy about this?”

“No. I know you’re just as pissed off with this situation as I am.” You guys haven’t even been in the same room for 5 minutes and he’s already pissing you off. “Extremely. So stop complaining.” 

“I’m not complaining! I just don’t like this situation. I’m already pissed off just by being in the same room with you.” You swear he can be so stupid sometimes. If you got paid every single time you rolled your eyes at him, you’d be rich. “That’s literally you complaining!” This time, Randy was the one who rolled his eyes, “You’re still just as annoying as you were back then.”

You jerked your head to the side, quite dramatically, and pointed to yourself in disbelief. “Oh, I was the annoying one?!” He looked at you as if you’d just asked the dumbest question ever. “I’m not wrong. You’ve always been like that, and I don’t know how I dated you.” 

You scrunch your face up. “You’re the one who wouldn’t give up, even when I rejected you.” This made Randy scoff, “Yeah, because I was persistent. But what I don’t get is why you even accepted if you didn’t even really want to be with me in the first place? If you didn’t want to be dating me, then why did you say yes and waste 3 years of my life!”

You tilted your head to the side and widened your eyes in astonishment because he was putting words in your mouth. “I did want you, Randy! If anything, you wasted 3 years of my life when you broke up with me with no explanation!” 

“Oh don’t give me that crap. I ended that relationship for a good reason.  Besides, it doesn't matter. I’ve moved on and I’m over you.”

You didn’t believe him one bit, one thing about Randy. He doesn’t know how to let go. “Are you telling me or yourself?” The fact that he completely ignored what you had just said gave you a clear answer. “You keep bringing this up, you’re still obsessed with me after all these years. You need to get over me and move on with your life.”

“I’M obsessed?!” He nodded as if that was obvious. “Yeah, obviously! There’s no doubt about that. I mean, you’re all worked up about us being in the same room together. It’s just pathetic.” You furrow your brows and aggressively poke him in the chest. “I didn’t say anything until you did!”

Even though you mustered up all your strength to poke him in the chest, as expected, he didn’t react. “Stop being so annoying and go to bed.”

You crossed your arms and slightly turned away from him. “I’d rather sleep on the floor.” Randy was starting to get tired of your stubbornness; he had no idea how he was able to deal with it when you were together. “Oh, come on. That's ridiculous. You’ll destroy your back by sleeping on the floor. And there’s no way I’m letting you do something that stupid.”

He cares? There has to be some ulterior motive. There always is with him. “Since when do you care?” “I’ve always cared. It’s pretty clear that I do, seeing as I was the one doing all the caring and giving in our relationship.”

This seriously offended you; one thing you hated was being told you don’t care. All you do is care; it’s kind of a problem. “You NEVER cared about me when we were together. It felt like I was with a brick wall!”

“That is 100% bull and you know that. I constantly tried to talk to you and do something with you, but all you did was complain about everything and reject me every chance you got.” You instantly shook your head, “That’s so not true!”

“How is that not true? Cause I remember how you treated me. And all you did was refuse me. Over and over again. I was practically on my knees begging you to just give me some attention.” Randy would do anything to try and be right; he’d even go as far as to twist things to make it seem like he was the one in the right, and you knew that’s exactly what he was doing, and you wouldn't let that slide. “If I remember correctly, I was the one begging. You paid more attention to your career than me. And don’t get me started on when you won that belt!”

“It’s my job! Of course, I had my focus on that more than you! You seriously don’t expect me to give up my dream for you. Plus, I have to provide for myself and my future family.” That last part was all you heard, his future family. He didn’t say our family, he said my family. You started to tear up but refused to let any tears fall. Your tone did lower, though. “It’s nice to know that when you were with me, all you could think about was another family you might have in the future. Good to know you couldn’t see one with me.” 

“That- that’s not what I meant, and you know it! Stop trying to twist my words. Of course, I thought about having a family with you! I wasn’t thinking about being with anyone else besides you.” You shook your head, not believing him. “Really? Cuz it didn’t seem like it.”

Randy started to look around the room, either he’s looking for the voices for help, or he’s about to tell the biggest lie known to man. “I mean. What do you expect? My priority is wrestling. I worked so hard to get where I am today. You seriously expect me to put all that on the back burner to dote on you when you never did the same?” You took a deep breath to contain yourself and not break in front of him, “I loved you with my entire heart. I never got an ounce of that love back.”

“You think I never loved you? Do you seriously think I didn’t put my heart into this? I loved you with everything I had. In my opinion, you just weren’t trying enough. You didn’t put effort into our relationship! When I was off on tours, wrestling. I would call you every day. And you always found something to complain about.” That about sent you to the edge, a tear fell, and your voice broke a little. “Did you ever stop to think that I was complaining, maybe because I missed you!? Even when you weren't working, you’d never spend time with me. I felt abandoned, Randy.”

Randy had assumed that the tear that had fallen was an alligator tear; you had always been good at acting, so he wouldn’t hold it past you now to try and act your way out of this. “I was constantly travelling and training. I would have liked to spend more time with you, but I couldn’t. I was always on the road! Can’t you understand how demanding wrestling is? I didn’t abandon you, and you know that! I was there for you as much as I could be. But you only focused on the negative.”

“WHAT ABOUT WHEN YOU WEREN'T ON THE ROAD?! When we were in the same room? You weren’t there. At all.” He shrugged and raised his hands. “I was constantly on edge and stressed when I wasn’t on the road. I knew I would have to leave again soon, so I had to make sure I had everything together before I left. If I had ignored things to just give you attention, then the stress and pressure would have been even worse while on the road!” 

You scoffed and shook your head in disbelief, “You made that same excuse when we were together. I might’ve believed you then, but I definitely don’t believe you now.” 

“It’s the truth, you idiot! I wasn’t just ignoring you on purpose. I was stressing about all sorts of things in order to prevent problems on the road. Why won’t you believe me?” You had to ignore the fact that he had called you an idiot because there was a more pressing matter at hand. “You had an 8-month vacation from WWE, they didn’t contact you ONCE. Yet you still never paid attention to me.”

“It may have been an 8-month vacation, but I needed to use that time wisely. I needed to make sure I kept my physique and stayed in shape. Plus, I was constantly in the gym training and doing other things to get ready for my return. I wasn’t just sitting around waiting. Trust me, if I could have spent that time with you and only worrying about you, I would’ve. But that’s not how things go.” You tried so hard to keep calm, but you just couldn’t, especially when he was saying the dumbest things. “There are 24 hours in a day. YOU COULD HAVE SPENT 2 HOURS WITH ME. ALL I WANTED WAS TO BE WITH YOU, RANDALL!” 

He hadn’t expected you to lose your temper like that and backed up slightly in surprise. “Then why didn’t you just ask? If you wanted to spend time with me so badly, why did you complain all the time instead of just saying you wanted to spend time with me? Hmm?” You took a step toward him because, in your head, yelling and being close got your point across better to him. “I TRIED. YOU WERE TOO BUSY THOUGH .”

“That’s not true! I would’ve dropped everything and spent time with you if you had actually asked. If you even tried telling me that you wanted to spend time with me, then I would’ve stopped what I was doing and spent time together! But you didn’t do that.” He’s so self-involved he can’t even notice how wrong he is and it’s pissing you off. “I did. But it was the same thing every time: ‘I’m busy,’ ‘Maybe Later,’ ‘Can’t right now, sorry baby. ’ ”

Randy still wasn’t getting it, and it showed. “Well, I was always busy or tired! Not everything is so simple. You act like I would be able to drop everything on a dime and give you my undivided attention, but life doesn’t work like that. Especially my life.” Another tear had fallen, and your voice was all over the place. “Then why did you bring me into yours? If you knew you’d never love me the way I deserve to be loved, then why bother? Was I just a scapegoat for you?”

Randy had started to feel bad after seeing how badly this affected you, but he didn’t want you to see that. “You think I only dated you to use you!? I dated you because I wanted to! And I did love you! Don’t you sit there and tell me I never loved you. If I didn’t love you, we never would have been together in the first place.” 

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t have broken up with me.”

“Oh, so now you’re just gonna assume? How do you know why I broke up with you? Do you really think it was because I didn’t love you? Is that what you think?” You were desperate to know why he broke up with you. You hated the fact that he left without a reason. “WHY?! Why did you break up with me then?”

You didn’t expect to hear what you did when Randy looked away from you and opened his mouth. Nothing could’ve prepared you for that. “I broke up with you because I was scared… I knew I wasn’t giving you attention and was afraid that I couldn’t give you the attention you needed. That I would let you down time and time again. I was scared that I would disappoint you. That’s why I broke up with you…” Any anger that was in your body left immediately, and it was instead filled with confusion, which was being displayed on your face. He noticed your silence and looked at you, seeing how confused you looked. “I always put wrestling first. That’s my way of life. Plus, I tend to push people away. But it didn’t mean I didn’t love you… I loved you and still do. My love for you was just smothered by my fear of failing you.”

Your heart dropped. Along with your face. It’s like your heart stopped pumping blood to the rest of your body when you heard him say he still loved you. “…what?” Randy looked down, ashamed. He thought the reaction you gave was a bad one and was embarrassed. “I still love you… even after everything that happened. Even after being apart for over 5 years… I still love you. I’ve tried to get over you, but I just can’t. You’re like an addiction.” 

You didn’t know what to say. The man who broke up with you forever ago just said he still loves you. He said you’re an addiction. You were silent for a while before you finally found something to say. “Randy…” The softness in your voice sent chills down his spine. He had missed the way you say his name, and it showed when he looked at you; you continued talking. “Are you being serious? Like you’re not just saying this so I can stop yelling at you?”

He also missed your sense of humor; he hadn't realized how much until he found himself chuckling at the little joke you made. “Yes. I’m dead serious. You can yell and cry at me till the end of time, and I won't care because what I said is true. I’ve never stopped loving you.” It took you a minute to fully absorb what he had said before you could respond. Now, all you had were questions, so you asked what you thought was the most important. “Then why didn’t you…try to fix us? All I wanted was for us to work on ourselves. Together. But you left me.”

“I was scared… You were my first real relationship. I never had to work to put effort into the rest of my relationships. So when I broke up with you, I just started going from one woman to the next, trying to forget you… But it didn’t work. No matter how hard I tried or how many girls I was with… I still loved you…” You nodded to show him you were listening. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I thought you would hate me. You seemed angry towards me, and I thought there was no chance of you even hearing me out. Plus, I was still scared. I thought maybe you had moved on, and I assumed you would scream and yell at me if I even brought it up.” You shook your head, “I never hated you. I was mad at you, and I had every right to be.” Randy nodded in understanding. “You had a right to be mad, I don’t deny that. But you have to understand my perspective. I wasn’t just trying to hurt you when I broke up with you. I was scared and stupid. I honestly thought it would be best for both of us.”

“Well, you did hurt me. Badly.” Randy started looking ashamed when you said that. “I know…I see that now. I realize how stupid I was. I realize all the pain and hurt that I caused not only you, but myself as well. And I would give anything to make things right.” This conversation was way too sad and depressing for your liking, so you made a light-hearted joke to lighten the mood. “You’re gonna have to work for it, y’know that right?” 

He smiled slightly when you said that. “If I have to work for it, then I will. I’ll work my butt off to get you back.” 

“And if you do. Will you give me at least an hour of your time a day?” He smiled softly, then nodded, not only as a way of saying yes, but also as a way of promising he would. “I will. If I have to make time in my day to give you some attention, then I will. I’ll never let my job get in the way of us again.” 

“Or any championship, you know how cocky you get.” If this were anyone else, they probably would’ve been offended by you saying that, but Randy knew it was true. He can get cocky at times. “I can’t promise that I won’t be cocky after I win a championship. You know I have a big ego.” You laughed because of how right he was, and hearing you laugh made his heart warm. He missed being the reason you smiled. “If we’re going to make this work, then we are gonna have to lay everything out and be honest with each other. No more lies or hiding things, understand?” 

You nodded at him as he continued, his expression becoming softer. “If something is bothering you, then tell me. And if I do something that annoys you, I need you to tell me. We have to communicate with each other, okay?” You indeed. “Mhm, same goes for you.” “I will. I promise, I’ll be as open and honest with you as possible.” He looked into your eyes and placed a hand on your cheek. You smiled up at him, and he instantly smiled back, rubbing his thumb on your cheek. Feeling your skin on his again made his heart swell. He could spend hours looking at your face. “God… I’ve missed this.” You snuggled your face into his hand. “Me too.”

He just looked at you for a second, trying to gather his thoughts. He wanted to say the right thing to be able to have you back in his life. “Do you really think we can work this out? You and me?” You appreciate how serious he was about this; he really wanted you and was willing to try. “If we both put in the effort.”

“Then we will. Because I’m definitely gonna be putting in my fair share of effort.” You had told him that you’d do the same, and he smiled at you and gently squeezed your cheek in his hand. “Good. I’m glad we can agree on that. And I’m sorry. I’m sorrier than you can imagine for hurting and betraying you the way I did.” Never in a million years did you think you’d hear Randy Orton say the word sorrier. “I’m sorry for always complaining, I’ll work on that.”

He chuckled and shook his head at you as if what you had said was wrong. “You don’t have to apologize. You were being a normal person. In hindsight, all those things you’d complain about are completely valid reasons. I should have listened to you and made changes instead of brushing them off.”

“Even though they were valid, I didn’t properly communicate my complaints.”

“Neither did I. We both were bad at communicating with each other. Neither of us tried to say what we wanted to, and it ended up causing so much damage to us and our relationship.”

His words made you realize that you guys were low-key toxic when you never intended to be. You were both just too scared to speak up. “I’m not gonna let that happen again.”

He had smiled and your sincerity and cupped your face with both of his hands. “Me either. I’m not going to make the same mistakes I did last time. I’m going to make this work. For you and me.”

You guys didn’t sleep much that night. Both of you kept waking up just to look at each other. He couldn’t stop looking at your face and admiring your beauty. Despite all the time that has passed, you were still as breathtaking as the night he met you.

After hours of both of you not being able to sleep, you eventually suggested that you guys talk till the sun comes up. You guys talked about any and everything. You guys laughed, smiled, and even shed a few tears.

Randy forgot just how good it felt to be beside you.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. I struggle with finding ways to seperate the dialouge instead of just saying "he said" "she said" so any tips and constructive (but nice) criticism is always welcome as I'm always looking to improve my writing.

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As I update everything, again! I wanted to have a map of where things are for those looking/interested!

FOR THE ROMAN REIGNS & RANDY ORTON GWORLS ———— Vevesi is a mafia au in which Joseph and Randy are two of the most powerful figures in the underground world. You can find that AND it’s spin off Mayhem: Next Gen ( HERE ) cowritten with @zillasvilla

That Exclusive Honey is being revamped and the new title is TRIBAL MATCH. It’s an arranged marriage au with Roman Reigns and follows the Anoa’i and Hapeta families as they combine their wealth and warriors to preserve their culture and way of life. It has more of a royal/monarchy type vibes. But things will be explained in the story of course.

FOR THE TERRY RICHMOND GWORLS ———- Operation Valor follows CYPHER a special team created by the military. In the story, they uncover a huge domestic and international scheme to disrupt the state of the USA. ( HERE ) co-written with @zillasvilla

R.E.L.Ls ———— Dom!Terry Richmond has found a new submissive and he puts her through training that pushes boundaries and his own resolve.

Part One

Part Two

I may have a solo Randy Orton story as well. I just have a ton of ideas to sort through.

Plus my random shorter works.

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This list is open for ALL the wrestlers on the list of who I write for, which can be found here. If you want someone not listed, go ahead and send an ask because I might have just forgot them. REQUESTS CLOSED. ➺ all of works feature female characters/readers. ➺ already requested

➺ anal. ➺ strap on. ➺ cnc (featuring Damian Priest) ➺ pregnancy. ➺ a/b/o dynamics. ➺ slavery (willing). ➺ daddy kink. (featuring Bron Breakker) ➺ cock worship. ➺ biting. ➺ striptease. ➺ cheating. (featuring Roman Reigns) ➺ muscle worship. (featuring Gunther) ➺ begging. (featuring Jon Moxley) ➺ spanking. ➺ high/drunk sex. ➺ dacryphilia. ➺ car sex. ➺ virginity. ➺ voyeurism. ➺ tattoos. ➺ brat-taming. (featuring Jey Uso) ➺ tied-up/rest rained. ➺ power imbalance. ➺ degradation. ➺ spitting. ➺ praise. ➺ impact play. ➺ dumbification. (featuring Tiffany Stratton) ➺ keeping quiet. ➺ cuckholding. ➺ size kink. (featuring Bron Breakker) ➺ face-sitting. ➺ on someone else's bed. ➺ fingering/handjob at family gathering. ➺ church. (featuring Jey Uso) ➺ bdsm. ➺ sir kink. ➺ facials. ➺ fight sex. ➺ blackmail. ➺ age gap/play [over 21] ➺ hair-pulling. ➺ acarophilia. (featuring Seth Rollins) ➺ panty-sniffing. (featuring Dexter Lumis) ➺ partner swap. ➺ vicarphilia. ➺ pet play. ➺ titty-fuck. ➺ corruption. ➺ requester's choice. (featuring Damian Priest)

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⸻ randy orton 𝜉 thigh riding (mdni)

douchebag randy orton more affectionally known as your husband. he’s nursing yet another shoulder injury sidelining his career for up to six months.

the match at one night stand against triple h being to much for the viper dislocating his shoulder and sensitive joints in the process. a testament to then eight years in the business with many more to come.

thankfully you’re home in st louis the road a distant memory and tumultuous compared to the quaint home you’ve perfected these past months.

his favorite meal medium rare steak with garlic mashed potatoes garnished with parsley fulfilling his appetite.

the plates and silverware sitting in sudsy water awaiting a wash while randy watched mankind fall from the sixteen foot steel cage.

one of his favorite matches compared to his own with the madman. insanity you thought the love for the business unmatched for the brutality, who could possibly survive that let alone continue the match was horrifying.

you had rules about wrestling while at home, no conversations, no training, and obviously no watching but you let him break all three.

rehab and happiness is all you afforded him these days. arguing and increasing his irritability wasn’t the fight you wanted not that you would win anyway.

he’s landing small kisses to your temple fingers sending shivers down your spine as he teases your curves.

nothing to the imagination in your red lace teddy complimenting your coffee skin.

your hair is braided secured by a ponytail as curly strands frame your face, doe eyes delighted with the sensation.

“I love you.” he’s sincere lifting your chin with a finger while pressing his lips against yours.

causally his tongue slips into your mouth surrendering to the dominance as mint invades your senses.

he’s different sweet as you would describe. maybe it’s the medication, but you’re not used to this behavior.

sure he can be romantic, patient at times but he’s not the same man. disrespect, and arrogance is all you know while of course being the greatest of all time in your regard.

your now placed in his lap a swift motion as the kiss takes your breath away. a grey tank showcasing his muscles , veins bulging underneath the tattoos you adore.

black compression shorts hanging from his waist. leg day never disappointing judging by his tan thighs. he smells so good sandalwood with the undertones of vanilla it’s alluring.

he pulls back from the kiss captivated by your appearance lipgloss smudged, nipples erect, and rocking your clothed clit against his thigh. shoulder brace moving as he rests his back against the leather couch smiling to himself.

“use your words tell me what you want.” he spoke the grinding on his thigh noticeable as his dick stirred aching for release he hasn’t felt in months.

the sling and recurring pain making sex uncomfortable to say the least. but tonight he’ll see how much you need.

“thigh” you moan the word simply not enough as his breath fans your neck sucking the delicate skin and biting down amused with the scream you produce. “I want to ride your thigh.” you try again this time earning a smack to the ass.

“good girl.” he comments ripping the soaked fabric of your thong if you could call it that.

you’re pleased with his strength while he’s attentive rock hard and letting your white acrylics smooth over his short raven hair.

he’s in control the smell of your sweet little pussy a few mere inches from his length.

the desperation in your eyes was erotic. you’re so cute whimpering and inadvertently spreading your legs your slick rubbing into his skin.

you’re gripping his shoulder careful not to touch the other. he deliberately flexes the muscle a new sensation forming as your clit throbs, so fucking swollen.

“randy please.” you beg not sure what exactly you’re asking for. he groans hand finding his way to wrap around your ponytail pulling your head back admiring your titties. a slight sheen glistening your moisturized skin.

“making such a mess you’re pathetic.” you know he doesn’t mean it. his words turning you on the more he chastises you, threatening your composure. he nods and soon your lips tremble a high pitched sob breaking the silence.

you’re cumming briefly squirting onto the precious leather while ruining his shorts.

he’s proud naturally swirling his fingers to collect the cream from your clit as you sigh.

randy’s grinning eagerly taking hold of your hand and pinning you against the wall ass firm against his dick “daddy’s turn.”

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tanks of blood (6) - the trouble was always here - part two

pairing: biker!roman reigns , biker!cody rhodes (mentioned) warning: mentions of violence and explicit descriptions of blood. dialogue and descriptions pertaining to guns. roman talk to someone without being a jerk challenge. slight non-con moment but turns consensual quickly (its a kiss)! authors note: if ya'll ever watch sons of anarchy... you’ll know, im stealing little pieces of plot lmaooooooooo. imma give yall a spicy little flashback after this, i promise. will also attempt to not make the following chapters as long. just so that they remain relatively digestible. i'm working on being more precise with words. all the medical stuff in this chapter is half done research and my own brain. this chapter picks up where i left off in chapter 5. ALSO… if you want or dont want tags on this fic let me know! word count: 3k tagging: @333creolelady @harmshake @theninthwonder @thesamoanqueen @kill-the-artiste @empressdede @sortudademais @gg-trini @southerngirl41 @2-muchsauce

-wednesday night. the first week in june-

that marriage of ignorance and bliss did not last long. having to suffer as a lone soldier amidst silent dinner table battles. displeasured dispositions and their eyes performing like the greatly sharpened edge of well smithed daggers. and then came compromise, toiling through the thick of it to wave it's white flag. a surrender of a promise. your mother and fathers union holding as much sanctity as a soon to die vehicle's tank, holding its last dregs of oil but whose fuel gauge reads empty. running still, a quick speed into the darkness, wheels tired and the road too coarse to bare. an abrupt end of the engine as it slips against the asphalt at full speed. a collision terribly par for the course. their rings fettered to their fingers, pretty diamond but a prison, making forever impressions upon the skin. that marriage of ignorance and bliss did not last long. dying with the useless wear of wedding rings, and redeclaring itself with the overwear of leather kuttes. 

because there was more to the life than just that simple enthusiasm for motorcycles. your father transforming before the eyes. leather slipping over his shoulders, not so dissimilar to the tough metal, shrilly chime of chainmail. custom rings taking their homes over the marred skin of his knuckles. fingers worn and always just barely healed. scarred from one brutal splitting open after another. his eyes working to harden. the keys to his bike clutched in hand. 

"should i be worried?", your mother asking right on time. examining his pace. the work in and change over of his demeanor. 

and he never answered. never dignifying her question enough to speak to it. because then the trouble would be true, so much so that it would live, breathing well to make room in their home. no. KG, your father, only ever lingered by the door, a slip in of hesitation before he turned to kiss your mother gracefully. the small appearance of a forever ago passion. an i love you without the weight of words. and then he went, heavy steps leading out the door. 

so its almost second nature. those faithful coming together of words. cody slipping on his leather near the door. shoulders squaring as the material adjusts to his body. demeanor unsoftened. the ease of the words as they leave you filling your stomach with a burdening weight. memory working tedious and so terribly true. 

"cody, should i be worried?" 

he sighs. cold blue eyes hesitating enough to take the time to commit your face to memory. his palm warm as it cradles your cheek. kissing you firmly before he leaves. 

-early friday morning. first week in june-

there was, is, and will never be a time too early or too late for violence. for blood and that faithful nerve warp of adrenaline. and maybe that's why the hospital is so easy. old, early moments in your youth, piercing your fathers skin with a needle, sewing together split skin as he washed his tongue with the burn of his favorite liquor. a warmth in his belly till the pain from the prick of your fixing turned numb. a simple pressure in the skin there at his arm, turning inevitably, to pressure in his leg, a slit at his thigh from a brawl with which he gave no further information. bruises and gashes and deep cuts to him, more by the day, by the year. near quiet grunts and the emptiness of the house loud enough to swallow you both whole. cleaning his marred skin and bandaging the area's as best you could. the slow to ease push and pull of his breaths. his hands smelling like iron as he cradled your face, mouth kissing your forehead. "thank you", but a whisper, before falling into sleep. 

maybe that's why the hospital is so easy. the color of blood and caked earth, the silver of knuckle rings and the black of over worn leather more familiar than summer green trees. 

text message | cody r: in an emergency. need your help. 

it shouldn't come as a surprise, but the sudden rush takes you all the same. a deep plunge of the heart in your chest, something odd creeping beneath the skin and fevered steps. making to call cody quickly. a ring, and then a second, before he's answering. breaths labored some as he goes. "can't say much about it but it's medical. how soon can you get to the clubhouse?" 

you assess the long hallway. the trauma unit, quiet. a squeak in your sneakers that makes you cringe as you move to collect things. only minutes from the end of your shift. "uhm, in like twenty minutes". a series of grunts and yells that indicate the messiness of a situation he's all to willing to abruptly rope you into. "cody what's going on?"

he sighs. his patience a thinning thread. "what did i say before about becoming an accessory?" 

"you gotta give me something", you stress. continuing an awfully secretive journey to where you could gather some other helpful supplies. "i can't just show up not knowing what for". 

"think the worst". 

"that doesn't help-"

the call dropping on his end. the angst sticking to your skin making room for an easy to settle in frustration. like you were an early twenty something again. attempting too diligently to remedy that divorce of ignorance and bliss. a tedious washing away and stitching together, performing so well now that the pungent smell of iron threatens to stain your skin again. and here does the soldier pay the price for wielding a double edged sword. for pensacola was home, is home, and forever will be home, the desire to return running too wild beneath the skin not to act on it. but there are things here. vicious rumblings above sunburned asphalt and the bitter steeping of blood between the cracks. the dross and the dregs that stick so loyally to the air and the skin just after a brutish performance of chaos too commonplace to live without it.

trouble taking up permanent residence, riding in over the clouds and rolling in with the heat. 

and the clubhouse looks haunted amidst the beginnings of the friday summer sunrise. the dark colored build of it dreary against the beauty of the sky. the heat yet to reach its full potential but your scrubs and the exhaustion of a twelve hour shift do all too well of making you live with that thin sheen of sweat breaking over your cheeks. your car parked not too far from the clubs neat line of stationed bikes. true in how they've always done well to remind you of the clubs presence. after so long, living here and far away, that grimy power behind the roar of an engine, ever inescapable. 

the clubhouse doors swing open as you make to leave your car. a small bag of supplies in hand as you rush up. cody's hand slipping at the low end of your back to guide you in. a small "thank you", leaving him breathy as you make way to pass through the double doors of the "church". a room that never seems to lose its luster from the looks of it. the sanctity of their meetings as important as the shine of a new chrome fender finish. men and their worried eyes flitting over your entrance as you approach the church table. seth laid out face down, with his pants at his ankles. his skin wet with sweat and an awful paleness. bloody cloths surrounding him and randy's finger lodged in where all the blood could possibly be spewing from. a small metal tin cup resting in the corner, holding the whole of a bullet. 

dean taps seth's cheek. waking him up a little less than tenderly. "look alive sweetheart, the doctor is here to see you". 

"nurse", you correct, to which dean just winks. 

cody and a host of club members file out through the double doors much to your pleasure. 

initial shock of your current state of affairs rolling off your shoulders as you settle into the routine of caring for the wound. gloves slipping on before you're tossing the box to dean. his take up of them swift and unquestioning. because it was never unusual to spend a night—especially in their youth—caring for cuts and bruises and wounds, before turning to do the same for another. a task as regular as breathing air. 

seth groans. the drawl of it stressing the pain in his leg. "i don't know if you've noticed but i went to some extreme lengths to see you", he jokes. his little laugh coarse and overworked by the weariness of getting shot. 

you laugh. an attempt to break the over work of tension in the air. "what an interesting way of saying you love me seth". sliding up to stand next to randy. his demeanor as quiet now as it was during richie's funeral. 

you look to dean. "once randy removes his finger, you're gonna help me pack the wound, and then i want you to keep pressure on it till i'm ready to wrap it". 

"you know what you're doing?", randy asks. the dark color of his eyes disrupted with little slivers of worry. 

"no randy, i just wear the scrubs for fun". peering up at the hard set of his face. older now but his visage still holding that silent menace to it.  

"can we banter when seth isn't bleeding out by the pint?", dean asks. so obviously done with the whole situation. 

"on my three", you start. the both of them coming to a shared focus. "one...two...three". 

thick blood springs upward, randy's finger dislodging quick. dean rushes in with your guidance, packing the wound as instructed. your hand taking the reins of the procedure as you allow dean a moment of reprieve. the little levee of seth's composure rupturing as his body goes taut, his mouth loose and lax as he curses his fill into the shined up wood of the church table. groaning wearily as dean holds the pressure against his legs, randy lifting it casually, allowing you to wrap the middle of his leg with a fresh dressing. a dead silent relief settling the room then after, before you're moving again. running on the extra dose of adrenaline. 

you discard your gloves, peeling them off your fingers. picking through your bag to give dean a bottle of pills. "vancomycin, it's an antibiotic", you start. "give him two now and another two later tonight. keep going with that dosage for no less than a week". 

"our lovely little savior". dean's boots heavy as he closes the distance to kiss your forehead. "thank you. go get cleaned up". 

randy gives a quieter acknowledgement. a simple nod of appreciation that does you just fine. the double doors of the church room creaky as they swing with your exit. all the worried faces you'd met upon your arrival, taking up every inch of the clubhouse. their bodies drowsy and torn through by the chaos of an oh so terrible possibility.

your feet mindless as they walk down the infamous hallway gallery of framed photos. your last walk through of the area filled with a particularly horrible play of strife. twisting the knob of one of many of the little dormitory rooms to access it's bathroom. a deep breath releasing as you make to wash your hands, a slow thorough trail up over your arms to rid your skin of seth's soon to dry blood. your scrubs somewhat ruined and your shoes showcasing nasty little streaks of red. 

but it is only exhaustion that takes you so brazenly. a sleepy sinking feeling in the body and nothing else. hands used to providing all the remedy's it can. 

well maybe not nothing else. a fast to slip in weariness amidst the quiet. because he couldn't be too far away, lurking to siphon what he could again of the air about you in a means of suffocation. that faithful ability once upon a time, a favorite of yours for how sweetly it sought to consume you, now possessing a quality that unfurls something disdainful in your belly. a prick of a man seemingly beyond reproach, what with his positioning among all the others. surely it was never your simple exit making him this mountain of hubris, that streak of his character impossible to climb and overcome for the sake of reasoning with him. or even for the lesser sake of some cordiality. it was so obviously everything else—the grime and the chaos—giving the once duller edge of his pride a sharper corner. enough to will him into an endless keep of a grudge. 

heavy thudding steps strip you clean of wandering anymore into thought. it seems even thinking of the devil causes him to appear. his disposition reminiscent of some weeks ago. shoulders squared and seeming too tall for you now to bare without feeling small. and he says nothing, attempting to take his kutte off without the inconvenience of pain but he grunts regardless. grimacing as he rids himself of his shirt as well. 

a gash running against his naked arm, almost like it's purposefully found a heap of muscle to tear into. wanting to humble the strength of him. blood caked and running down tawny skin. 

"i got grazed". 

voice tired but oddly delicate. like the weariness of it is making him just that more fragile. 

you point to the bathroom, eyes never really having the courage to part from him. "sit over there". 

and your feet rush. tunnel visioned as they make to gather whats left of your little collection of supplies. fingers feeling less sure, and your body teeming with something akin to an unworkable angst. a realization long ago understood, and buried for the sake of a then wanted peace, unearthing itself to bring about a renewed sense of understanding. for he has always been the manifestation of this double edged sword. of home and of violence. wielding itself always but never one without the other. the slip of his skin over familiar in its warmth. doing your resolve the greatest amounts of violence as you clean his wound tenderly. the double edge of him piercing so well that you feel the damning effects. his eyes sharp, cutting over your face in a silent means to examine. like the appraisal of a curious stranger attempting to settle within themselves the validity of your existence. 

the soft tender pads of your fingers remember him well. gloves and all. slight throbs that liven the nerves. 

"you came straight from work", more like a statement than a question. 

"i did". 

he flinches. his arm flexing as he bares the pain. "thank you for being here", he gives. “for seth", like a thankfulness that includes him would hurt his pride too much to be made known. 

"i'm sure that took a lot to say", you joke. feeling light in your head. drained of the will to keep up a proper guard. "you’re welcome though". 

a hum of an acknowledgment is the only thing he gives you. and in an effort to savor the easy going nature of the moment you keep yourself occupied with dressing the wound splitting his skin open. your work of caring for it doing well enough that the bleeding has stopped. memory faithful as it nags, the wound of a forever ago accident pulsing to life about your hand. the scars there still, though faded, serving as a reminder of the former things. the heat of him, then, different as it sought to consume. brazen in how it dared to bring about affection. not like now, this flame threatening to flare, to show the lengths and widths of its destruction. 

you finish. gloves in the waste basket. making tedious work of washing your hands. to rid the skin of such an indicative sensation. 

his body does well in blocking the bathroom door. the whole of him bigger than the last time you saw him. scrutiny set some in his gaze. trailing over the ink that lays permanent at your neck. 

"you still have it"

"it's a tattoo". feigning nonchalance as you dry your hands. "you never really plan to get rid of them". 

he smiles mirthless. "well y'know, i figured a cover up, for you, would be worth the pain". 

as in, forgetting him would be worth the pain. which couldn't be more further from the truth. 

"and here i am doing a nice thing", laughing tired. "still gettin hit with the bitterness", a slow easy step that leads you closer to him. the own brazen make of your actions suffering you to fall into the scent of him. the note of it strong even as it lives amidst the pungency of blood. "you got some audacity too though, considering i could've half assed that clean up enough for a little infection to settle in". 

"but you didn't".

"and why do you think so?" 

creaks against the floor. the weird pitch of it roughing up against your bones. his body closer, forcing your back against the wall. his thumb reaching to graze against the ink tattoo at your neck. pulse thrumming harshly at the play of his touch. 

body outdone by history. 

and the way he holds you here, cradling your neck just at your nape. keeping you where he wants you to be. his eyes falling over slowly—at your nose and your cheeks and your lips—lingering as if he's gone down the path of a deep remembering. 

"for the same reason you still got the ink". 

unable to ever let yourself part with it, with the history staining your skin. the prick of a needle and the pain of it made simple for a full and the most earnest performance of devotion. your breaths shallow, overwhelmed by the thought and the domineer of him. 

his thumb running to sweep at your skin. hot with an intention you can't place. 

you make to warn him. “roman-”

but his tongue is quick, works with a faraway familiar passion as it curls between the soft seam of your lips. exhaustion and adrenaline, an effortful pair as they go about the task of stripping away your resolve. a return of this sudden fever of a feeling as your tongue makes to snake against his. lapping lazily, a mindless seduction as you fall into old ways. his throat groaning, surely taken by his own bout of reminiscence. nails racking dull over his naked skin, over the taut muscle at his belly. his palms cradling your face to deepen his kiss in spite of the pain. leaving you little room to breathe, his body fastening you harshly to the bathroom wall. making to suffocate you with the flick of his tongue and the fire of his touch. 

his teeth prick you mean, biting into the supple flesh of your lip. suckling the pain with the tender pull of his mouth. 

the harshness of it causing a whimper to break. instinct taking hold. subdued in an instant. 

and it is only when he breaks for breath that you remember where you are. pushing at his tired body enough for a full separation. 

you leave saying nothing. out of the bedroom, down the hallway and through the clubhouse doors. letting the silence of it speak for you. 

lol we might need a roman pov after this huh… smh

[onlyangel4]

thinking of another f1 x wwe fic. where there is collaboration between f1 and wwe, they swap commentators/reporters for one race weekend. and this leads to f1 reporter reader interacting and eventually falling for a wrestler. there will be a version of this with a f1 love interest

[mikaelsonharem7]

𝐉𝐞𝐭 𝐋𝐚𝐠 🛩️

NSFW 🔞

Your first time overseas and the time zone change was rough. Luckily a certain someone has experience and lends a helping hand 😉

꧁♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎꧂

Jet lag was real. You were running on Red Bulls all day getting last-minute nail appointments scheduled for Crown Jewel tomorrow. Being the new nail tech for WWE definitely had its perks. Working with your childhood favorites and getting to see the world was a plus. Sitting in your hotel, drawing on your iPad, final designs for the women wrestlers so that you could have everything planned out tomorrow. You suddenly get a text on your phone.

 

Randy: you up?

me: barely 🥱

Randy: Is jet lag hitting you?

me: like a train!

Randy: I can help you fall asleep faster.😏

 

You stare at your phone with your mouth agape. Rereading and rereading the text, trying to see if you can interpret it any other way, but what other way could he have meant?

 

Yes, you two have been flirting back-and-forth, but you didn’t think he looked at you like that. There have been many nights that you made yourself cum to the thought of you and Randy in bed, and having the opportunity in front of you made your stomach have butterflies.

 

“What did you have in mind?” You texted back. Waiting for his response, you feel your hands start to sweat and your body heat up when you see those three little dots before he responded.

 

“Come to my room and I’ll show you.”

 

Rereading the text, you want to walk on the wild side and just go with the flow, so before you can talk yourself out of it, you say, “Send the room number.”

 

“1753”

 

“otw”

 

You change into something a little more comfortable. It’s a nightgown with two slits up your thighs, and you thought it would be very easy to access. As you make your way to his room, your stomach is doing a backflip because you can’t believe that you’re actually about to do this, but you think to yourself, YOLO.

 

Knocking on the door, your nerves spike when you see Randy open the door, and he looks over what you were wearing, and a smile appears on his face. He moves aside and invites you in, and immediately, when you walk into his room, you notice how spacious it is. Hearing the door close, you turn to see Randy walking towards you and notice what he’s wearing. Black sweats and a muscle shirt. Showing off his giant arms and those tattoos. God did you love his tattoos. You didn’t realize you were staring until you heard Randy call your name to get your attention.

 

"I’m sorry, what did you say?” You blink back into reality. Realizing that you were caught, you feel your cheeks heat up. Thank goodness for your dark complexion.

 

Chuckling Randy repeats, “Is this what you wear to bed?” his eyes racking over your body. You feel your body heat up under his gaze. The way he was looking at you had you shift your weight, and when you did, the slits on your gown shifted, showing more of your thighs. That got Randy’s attention and his eyes, firmly painted on your lower half.

 

“So you said that you had something to help with my insomnia?” You said wanting to displace the silence in the room. Nodding Randy walks over to the living area and sits down, and you notice that he has a rolling tray out, and he said, “This is what I had in mind, and this is what helps me sleep, especially when the jet lag is kicking my ass.” A little surprised that the viper gardens, but it wasn’t anything new to you.

 

Walking over to the couch to him, you watch him begin to roll, and you start to make conversation with him. Asking him about his feelings about his match tomorrow and just getting to know him, especially since he was your favorite growing up. The next thing you know, a few hours have passed, and you both are pretty high, and you’re just making small talk when Randy turns and looks at you and just stares.

 

“What?” You ask. Then you realize that the slits on your nightgown had ridden up and the whole side of your thigh was exposed. You try to adjust, but Randy’s hand stops you and slowly travels up your thigh. Heat blossoms in you. Being bold, you slowly climb into his lap, which he eagerly pulls you closer to him.

 

You feel his large hands on your thighs, slowly moving up and down, and then they suddenly go to cup your ass as he pulls closer to him. Your lips meet, and fire explodes. Moans and heavy breathing are all that can be heard in the room. You pull away and help him remove his shirt; your hands instantly go to his huge chest as you slowly trail your nails down, slightly scratching, and he makes a sound, not of discomfort, but a sound that he likes what you’re doing. Making sure you keep eye contact. You slowly slide yourself down to your knees in between his legs, looking up at him. Looking up at him through your lashes, you ask,

 

“Can I make you cum daddy?”

 

You don’t know what came over you, but you suddenly got a rush of confidence. Randy nods, unable to form a coherent sentence. You slowly slide your hands over his thick thighs till you get to the top of his sweats, and you gently and slowly start to pull them down. His hard dick bounces out and hits just below his bellybutton, and it’s already leaking. Grabbing him, you lick a stripe from the base all the way to the top and take him deep. Still looking at him through your lashes, you watch his face contort in pleasure. He grabs your head, making you take him deeper till he hits the back of your throat. Of course you oblige and keep doing this until you feel him twitch and he spills himself down your throat. As you release him from your mouth, you see that he’s still hard, and he suddenly grabs you and throws you on the other end of the couch.

 

Pushing your thighs open, he settles between your legs; he kisses and nips both sides of your thighs, making you moan in the process, getting closer to the place where you want him most. He finally reaches your center and takes a long lick from your pussy all the way to your clit; his tongue circles, and then he starts to suck your clit. Your hands immediately goes to his head to try to push him off, but he captures your wrists and continues to eat. He continues to eat his fill, surprising you as he adds two fingers, curling them til he finds that sweet spot until you release and cum in his mouth. As you come down from your high, your body can’t help but shake and twitch from the orgasm he just gave you.

 

His blue eyes never leave yours as he kisses up your body until he gets directly over you and pulls you into a long, passionate kiss. Tasting yourself on his lips and tongue sends your senses into overload. Never breaking the kiss, you feel him at your entrance, and he slowly pushes in. Feeling him stretch you causes you to gasp in his mouth and bite your lip.

 

“You feel so tight around me, baby. Squeezing me. You like how I’m stretching that pussy?”

 

Hearing him talk like this had your mind going 1,000,000 miles an hour, not able to process or form a coherent thought. You look up at him, and the look he gives you goes straight to your pussy.

 

Starting to go faster, he grunts out, “I asked you a question I expect you to answer.” “Do you like the way I’m stretching this pussy?”

 

"Yes,” you reply in a whimper.

 

Smacking the side of your thigh, he says, “Yes, WHAT?”

 

Not wanting the feeling of him inside of you to stop, you say with a straggly moan, “Yes, daddy." Smiling, Randy hooks his arms under your thighs, making you spread wider so he can go deeper. Sitting up, he brings a hand around your neck and forces you to watch as he pounds you. His other hand trails down your body til you feel his thumb start to strum your clit. The wet sound of him sliding in and out plus the visual of seeing you cream all over his dick was enough to trigger your second orgasm. Shaking as your orgasm rocks through your body, you feel yourself squeeze around Randy’s dick, and you hear him stutter a cry of pleasure as his hips begin to falter and speed up as he chases his own orgasm. A few seconds later, you feel him twitch and release rope after rope of cum deep inside of you.

 

Both trying to catch your breath, he slowly pulls out and looks where you both were once connected and watches his cum slowly leak out and form trail down. You, in a sea of bliss, try to catch your breath because you just had some of the most amazing sex ever. You didn’t even realize that he had left until you felt a warm towel cleaning up the mess you both made. Your legs are jelly, and Randy can see this, so he scoops you up and walks you both to the bedroom. Placing you in the bed, he gets in as well, and you yawn.

 

"Did that help your jet lag?” Randy asks with a smirk in his face, already knowing the answer. All you could see was a barely audible “mmhmm” as you drifted off into the much-needed sleep.

[hibiscus-whore]

Pranking your WWE man

Contains: It’s the “current boyfriend” prank. Gender neutral! Not time period specified so imagine them old or young, idgaf. Some of them put their hands on you (PLAYFULLY) so watch out.

A/N: I might make more sooner or later.

Men in question: Hardy Boyz (separate, freaks), Randy Orton, Eddie Guerrero, and CM Punk

Jeff Hardy:

You know he doesn’t care about social media at all unless it’s for promos or to show off his art. Or to dance…which isn’t odd actually. Jeff was told that his artwork would be shown in the video so he obliged.

“Hey guys, I’m here with my current boyfriend, Jeff.”

Jeff waved, “hi, world.”

“He wants to show off his work so, go on head.”

“Okay,” he smiled as he grabbed one of the canvases, “first up, one of my many enigmatic men. He has primarily my lover’s favorite colors on him.”

“Oh, he does?” Jeff nodded gleefully at your question. Now there’s guilt filling your chest.

“Next up we have this piece inspired by them. I’m more of an abstract kind of guy but I’ve been told by Matt that it does look like ‘em. So, I’m proud of myself for that. Then, we got the—“

You cut him off, “Jeff, you didn’t notice.”

Jeff tilted his head in confusion.

“I called you my CURRENT boyfriend.”

“Oh…AH SHIT! Why’d you do that for?”

You inhaled before giving him a hug, “you’re so out of touch with social media, it’s honestly charming. But you’re also out of touch with reality, like you’re in a constant state of dreaming.”

He chuckled, “dreaming about creative ideas—“

“Of course—“

“—and fucking you.”

“Okay, end of the damn video.”

He pouted at you, “but I wanna show off my art.”

“Mhh mhh, you can do it on a different video later.”

Matt Hardy:

Matthew doesn’t shy away from the camera. When you asked him to film with you, he obviously said yes.

You started the video off with your introduction then began to introduce him, “so, I’m here with my CURRENT boyfriend.”

Immediately cuts you off, “what?”

“Hm,” you tilted your head innocently. Trying not to break because of the confusion on his poor face.

“CURRENT?”

“What? Who said that.”

“You did— nope, y’know what. I’m here with my 3rd side piece because I’m some sort of a pimp.”

“Matt,” you finally broke into laughter.

“No, no. What’s so funny about this? Why are you saying I’m your current boyfriend— I’m your husband essentially,” he was more saddened than angry but he’s southern and his voice is as thick as a pound cake with a piece of corn bread. So no matter what, he’ll somehow sound angry.

“I-it’s a prank,” you slipped out of your seat from laughing.

He just looked at you blankly before sighing, “nope. I’m outta here,” Matt got up and walked away.

Randy Orton:

You knew you had to mentally prepare, this man is a different breed of unpredictability. There was 50% chance he was gonna say something out of pocket, 50% chance he wouldn’t notice. But we don’t do 50% chances round here, they’re more so like…5% chances.

“Aye, you wanna be in my workout video?”

Randy’s eyebrows quirked, “what’s the catch?”

“Nothing? I’m just a sweet innocent darling, excuse you,” there was indeed a catch. He shrugged his shoulders and stood by as you set up the camera. Once you pressed the record, you did your ‘greeting.’ “Hello! It’s your fave and I am here with my current boyfriend, Randy.” Randy waved politely, creepy. “He is going to help me with some of my workouts today. I already stretched so let’s get to the bench press.”

You two went over to the bench press in your garage-gym. Randy was at the head to spot you while you went under. Then he spoke up, “you see, my ex here is quite weak and cocky enough to lift this big ass weight that I gotta spot ‘em. So weak, that they think I wouldn’t notice what the hell they just said and won’t kick their ass for it.” He laughed slightly throughout that. Which only made you laugh.

A laugh of concern.

Ain’t shit was funny to him right now.

“Randy, I’m not about to work out. I was just trying to prank you. You’re so violent.”

“That is not funny,” he scoffed. Before you could say anything, he put a hand in your face while walking off.

You sat up and shouted out to him, “I’ll buy you some cheat snacks.” Never in your days has he whipped his head around so fast. “Like cookies or a quarter pound burger,” that’s when he started to walk back to you…

fucking fatass. Plus it’s his cheat day anyways.

Eddie Guerrero:

Oh poor thing was heartbroken. Felt like you took the soul out his body then his heart. And of course, you felt bad…but damn. His reaction was hilarious.

Eddie cooked for the two of you and you ‘wanted to show the fans that he could cook.’ That’s what you told him. Boy was he ecstatic. He stood behind you proudly as you pressed record.

“Hello, everybody. I’m here with my current boyfriend, Eddie.” Eddie immediately pouted but you continued, “Babe, say hi.”

He shook his head, “que pasó?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Current boyfriend? I’m your fucking current boyfriend? I didn’t lie ‘n cheat ‘n steal you away from your fucking ex—.”

“WOOAAHHHH,” you scrambled to turn off your phone but it didn’t work out well.

“No no no! I didn’t do all that to be reduced to a ‘current boyfriend.’ No soy un novio actual. Yo soy el amor de tu vida. Say it,” he grabbed your cheeks. Not aggressively, it became more playful at this point as you tried to fight him off. Still recording it all, “say ‘él es mi novio!”

“Él es mi novio actual!”

“NO, MAMI!”

“SÍ!”

“NOOOOOOO!”

Eddie gave up and dramatically collapsed on the ground. You just stared at him before turning back to eat, giving the camera a thumbs up.

CM Punk:

Honestly, you don’t know how you got in this predicament, but you’re here. Both seated on the couch. Punk was beyond confused as to what you were doing as he watched you prop up the camera and press record.

“Hello, wrestling fans of the world. I’m with my current boyfriend—,” Punk immediately turns off your phone before turning to face you.

“What?”

Inhaling sharply, attempting not to laugh in his face, “hm? What’s wrong.”

“Current? Who the fuck do I look like to you? Some harlot you nabbed off the street?” You nodded quickly which made him grab you by your collar, that’s when your laughter broke out. “Listen here, you lil’ shit, I’m gonna media train you. We’re gonna restart that video and you’re gonna address me as your husband or some other shit that is of greater value than whatever the fuck you said.”

You nodded your head, he let you go. Grabbing your phone to prop it back up and press record, “sup, wrestling fans! I’m here with my favorite ex— BABY, COME BACK!”

The chick magnet got up and left you. Being the logical bitch that you are, you chased after him. Who wouldn’t? But then, out of no where, he tackled you. Knocking the wind so far out of you, you could’ve sworn you saw your spirit leave your body and grandma greet you kindly.

He sat up, looking down at you, leaned down to plant a kiss on her cheek before speaking, “be good.” Immediately nodding as you tried to breathe.

[makedatmoneymayne]

I NEED TO LOCK INNNNN!!

I got a mf Randy fic half done, a Antony fic not even started, and a Lalo Salamanca fic just CHILLING in my draftsssss😭😬. Omg and i dumbly decided to start a damn Drew Mcintyre fic.

[fanfictionsweetheart]

Touch

Pairing: Seth Rollins x Reader

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

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

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

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

Tags: @eringobragh420

Based on this image:

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

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

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

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

But tonight...he was in black.

His long hair was tied back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Seth…” she squealed.

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

“Daddy,” She whined, “I can't…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes sir,” she breathed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And he always rewarded her for her worship and submission.

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

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

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

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

It made his head spin.

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

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

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

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

“Stand and strip,” He ordered her.

“Yes My Messiah,” She said obediently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dragging his fingers over her tongue.

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

Then pulling them back so she could continue sucking them.

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

Watching her.

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

Soon he added his voice to the mix.

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

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

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

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

“Doesn’t it?” He asked.

“Yes My Messiah!” She exclaimed breathlessly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She nodded and whined, “Yes Messiah.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you My Messiah!” She moaned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You wanna cum?” He asked her darkly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes My Messiah!” She squeaked.

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

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

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

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

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

The door she knew to be unlocked.

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

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

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

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

“Do you want this?” He asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He placed a gentle kiss between her shoulder blades.

“Good girl,” he praised her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[y4-mama]

Heyyy!Can you write some angsty stuff with Randy Orton? And can it end with fluff please? <3

Something unexpected

Randy Orton x McMahon! Reader

Summary: Being the youngest McMahon, you've witnessed your family cause multiple problems, and to no surprise, none of the superstars they've caused problems with have let them get away with it. You tend to stay away from all of that, and the superstars respect it, everyone except for Randy. For some reason, he won't leave you alone.

Content: angst, fluff at the end, gender isn't specified, but he calls you sweetheart, despite being a McMahon, race isn't specified, nor does it impact the story, Stephanie and Triple H are mentioned (hate him for having Jey lose the title), he towers over you (he's 6'5 it's expected) but it isnt specified how much taller he is. A little corny but that's ok

A/N: I am so sorry for getting this out so late, and I'm not sure if this is considered angst, so I'm sorry if this didn't meet your expectations

WC: 1.7k

Being the youngest McMahon sibling, you have your fair share of challenges. One of which is Randy Orton. He’s been on a rampage, going after every family member, including your brother-in-law, Triple H.

You were alone backstage because you didn't have anything to do during that time, and Randy was a few feet away. Randy knew he could easily overpower you, no matter how strong or determined you were. He looked over at you with an amused look on his face and chuckled at you. “What’s the matter? You scared of me?”

He began slowly walking over to you, like a predator targeting its prey. He was trying to intimidate you, like he’s done plenty of times to other superstars throughout his career. “You should be scared… I could easily destroy you like I did your family members.” 

You rolled your eyes at him. This wasn’t the first time Randy had tried his intimidation tactics on you. “I’m not scared of you, Randy.” He smirked slightly as you rolled your eyes at him, seeing as it didn’t work as easily as it usually does. “Oh? You’re not scared of me?” He chuckled slightly and continued to make his way towards you, backing you up against the wall. “Are you sure you’re not just putting up a front?” Even though you were intimidated, especially with him being 6’5, you weren’t going to let him scare you that easily, not after all the trouble he’s caused your family.

“Why exactly would I do that? Especially when you’ve done nothing but hurt my family. For no reason at all, mind you.” He chuckled as he kept you backed against the wall, his body towering over you as he stood taller. He leaned in a bit as he spoke, still trying to intimidate you. “No reason, huh? You really think there’s no reason for what I’ve done? You’re smarter than that. I see right through you, y’know.” You laughed, not because anything was funny but because he sounded stupid. “It’s cute that you think you know me. What exactly do you see, Randy? I’d really like to know.” 

He rolled his eyes as you laughed, not liking that you were trying to brush him off and act as though you weren’t intimidated. He leaned in closer, his face just inches away from yours. “Oh, sweetheart. I know more about you than you think I do. And what I see is a stubborn, bratty little kid who won’t listen to reason.”

“See what you’re not going to do is call me a little kid.”

He raised an eyebrow as you told him he wasn’t allowed to call you a little kid, his smirk returning. “Oh, really? I’m not allowed, huh? Well, tough luck.” He pressed you a little more against the wall, his body now almost completely flush against yours. “I’ll call you whatever I want, sweetheart. You don’t get a say in it.” You looked down at your bodies and how close they were. “Y’know… You’re not as big and bad as you paint yourself to be. You’re trying to impress someone. The real question is who?”

He smirked again as he noticed your eyes quickly glance down at how close your bodies were, finding it amusing. He was enjoying this, seeing you trying to fight back. “Trying to impress someone? Please. I don’t need to impress anyone, sweetheart. I’m the best in the business, period.” He pushed you back completely against the wall, his body now completely pressed against yours as he leaned in closer to your face. “But if you really want to know… who I’d be trying to impress…” 

You nod. “Yes, I do want to know, you’re attacking the most powerful family in the business without reason. Actually, an even better question, why haven’t you attacked me? I mean, you even went after Stephanie with zero hesitation.” He smirked again at your question, thinking it was kind of cute that you were curious to know who he might be trying to impress, and especially curious about why he hadn't attacked you just yet. "Why haven't I attacked you...?" He paused for a moment, almost as if he was weighing his options. He studied your face for a moment, his eyes wandering over every part of you. "You really want to know?"

 “Obviously, I want to know, for all I know, you could be planning something that’s 10 times worse than what you did to the rest of my family.” He leaned in a bit closer to your face, his smirk remaining, but he was beginning to get annoyed at your stubbornness and insistence on knowing his reasons. But he decided to humor you anyway. "Alright, I'll tell you. The honest truth… the reason I haven't attacked you is because I'm intrigued by you. I want to… get to know you better, I suppose." He paused for a moment, his eyes wandering over your face once more before returning to your eyes. "Is that enough of an answer for you, or do you want more?" You squint your eyes, finding it hard to believe him. “Oh, so you target my family because you want to get to know me? That makes no sense. Tell the truth, Randy.”

He sighed, rolling his eyes at your skepticism, and continued to pin you against the wall, getting more frustrated at your persistence. "The truth...? You really want the truth?" He leaned in closer to your face, now being just inches from your lips. "The truth, sweetheart, is that I'm attracted to you. I can't get you out of my head, and I hate it. And I hate that you have this… effect on me, when no one else ever has." 

You inhale sharply, not expecting him to get that close to you. You speak softly, afraid that if you speak any louder, he’ll hear the nervousness in your voice. “So why would you attack my family? What does that have to do with any of this?” He noticed your sharp inhale as he leaned in closer, a smirk forming on his face as he realized he was making you just as flustered as you made him. "I attacked your family to get your attention, sweetheart... and I think you can see that it's working..." He pressed his body more flush against yours, his hands coming to rest on your hips, effectively trapping you between his body and the wall. 

You were left speechless when you heard his reason as to why, especially since there were many ways to get your attention. He chuckled slightly as you were left speechless due to his reveal, loving that he'd managed to make you speechless for once instead of the other way around. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" He smirked as he took advantage of your silence, bringing one of his hands up from your hip to cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing gently over your bottom lip. He was enjoying this. And to be honest, so were you.

You averted your eyes from him and tucked your bottom lip into your teeth. He smirked as you averted your eyes from him, still finding it cute how flustered he managed to make you. He continued brushing his thumb over your bottom lip, and he used the hand that was still on your hip to pull you closer towards him, closing whatever distance that was left between you. "You know... You look really cute when you have your lip tucked in between your teeth like that..."

His smirk turned into a small smile as he felt your body grow tense under his touch, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. He continued brushing his thumb over your lip, almost as if he was trying to make you release your lip from your teeth. "I can't get you out of my head. The thought of you... It's driving me crazy..." He leaned his head down, his lips now just above your ear, his hot breath against your neck. You figured he wouldn’t stop touching your bottom lip, so you released it from your teeth. “Randy…”

The moment you released your bottom lip from your teeth, he couldn't stop himself from closing the distance and claiming your lips with his own. The kiss started out slow and gentle, as he savored the feeling of your soft lips against his. After a few moments, he slowly began to deepen the kiss, his hand on your hip gripping it slightly as he pushed your body against the wall. He wanted you closer; he wanted to feel more of you against him.

You, to no surprise, kissed back. Randy was a handsome man, and he expressed his attraction towards you. Of course, you’d kiss back.

After a few more moments of him deepening the kiss and pressing his body against yours, he eventually broke the kiss and pulled away, reluctantly, of course. He still kept your body pressed between the wall and his body, not wanting to let you go just yet. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He brought his thumb up once more and gently traced over your now swollen lips, still feeling the aftereffects of the kiss.

You had smiled at not only his words but his actions as well, and he couldn't help but smile back, feeling a sense of relief that you didn’t seem upset with the kiss. He continued to trace your lips with his thumb for a moment before he spoke again, his voice now quieter and more genuine. “I mean it. You have no idea how crazy you drive me… I can’t get you out of my head, it’s like you’re constantly on my mind.” You had smiled yet again and gave him a gentle yet brief kiss.

He chuckled at your brief kiss, finding it incredibly cute and almost wanting more. “You’re gonna make me addicted to this, you know that?” He teased, bringing his hand up to push a piece of your hair out of your face before his hand settled on your hip, his thumb gently rubbing small circles in the spot where your shirt had ridden up, giving him access to the skin underneath.

Him rubbing your hip has tickled a little bit, resulting in you letting out a small noise and wrapping your arms around his neck, giving him another kiss before pulling away. 

“My family is gonna kill me when they find out about this… I don’t really care, though; they’re not that nice to me anyway.”

[keyaho]

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• Fontaine Street :: → .fs

𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒔 - longer bodies of work featuring Terry Richmond

R.E.L.Ls :: P1 || P2 || P3

Operation Valor :: MECCA || DONSA

𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 - shorter bodies of work featuring Thor Odinson

rectify me

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WWE

🎟️ Aleister Black 🎟️ Bron Breakker 🎟️ Chris Sabin 🎟️ CM Punk 🎟️ Cody Rhodes 🎟️ Damian Priest 🎟️ Dean Ambrose 🎟️ Dexter Lumis/Mercy 🎟️ Finn Balor 🎟️ Gunther 🎟️ Ilja Dragunov 🎟️ Jey Uso 🎟️ Jimmy Uso 🎟️ Jon Moxley 🎟️ Karrion Kross 🎟️ Liv Morgan 🎟️ Ludwig Kaiser 🎟️ Miz 🎟️ Randy Orton 🎟️ Rhea Ripley 🎟️ Roman Reigns 🎟️ Seth Rollins 🎟️ Solo Sikoa 🎟️ Stephanie Vaquer 🎟️ Tiffany Stratton 🎟️ Triple H 🎟️ Wade Barrett

SUBJECT MATTER

👍 smut (m/f, f/f, group), angst, drama, fluff, violence, minor gore 🛑 children under 18, pedophilia, necrophilia, just general ickiness, RPF (but talk to me first, we may be able to work something out)