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daddyhausen · 24 days

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Face sitting hcs with Randy Orton please?

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 WWE MASTERLIST」 | 「 RANDY ORTON MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — face sitting headcannons w/ randy

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], face sitting, oral sex [ female recieving ], female orgasm, squirting

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 264

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x randy orton

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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he may come off as a selfish bastard most of the time

but when it comes to your pleasure, oh boy is he a gentleman

he will pull you atop his chest, practically begging you to sit on his face

despite your protests that you’d suffocate him

all the better he thought, what a wonderful way to go out, trapped between the luscious thighs of the woman he desired most

tongue hunrily lapping up your juices like a man starved

he’s greedy in the sense

not letting up until you’ve cum thrice on his tongue

sucking and nipping at your swollen clit

calloused hands holding down your lips as his tongue explores every deep cervice of your gorgeous cunt

his words muffled against your fold

tongue soaked with your slick as he devours you

the more sensitive you grow the more languid his movements become

not trying to overstimulate you, edging you so he taste you a few more time over

will shower you with praise, despite his words being mumbles into the cacophonous void of your cunt, drowning him out as your hips buck and writhe against him

he gets off on the though of you squirting all over his face

so much so he begins to pump his cock the moment your cunt made contact with his tongue

and when you do eventually spill over, he cant help but cum, white hot ropes coating his knuckles

he’ll plant soft kisses to your inner thighs after, allowing you to cum down from your high momontarily before stuffing his fat cock deep inside you

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sulfurz · 10 months

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ೃ༄ CONSCIENCES EDGE (randy orton x fem!reader, ft. edge)

ೃ༄ PAIRING: randy orton x fem! reader, brief edge x fem!reader (just flirting)

ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: anon

hi! can i request randy orton x fem!reader when they are dating and in a tag team match but against each other. and randy’s opponent keeps flirting with (y/n) in front of him to gets him mad. please :)

ೃ༄ WARNINGS: possessive!randy, slightly suggestive, edge being a taunt

ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 1.4k

ೃ༄ NOTE: anon i really hope this is at least somewhat what you wanted because i had SO much fun with this request eek (as you can tell by how fast i wrote it). pls excuse the self indulgence that is: me adding adam as y/n’s partner but truthfully i would love to be in a sandwich between randy and adam so it just felt right (title pun is 110% intended)

the wwe universe knew two things for certain about randy orton:

1. he was an absolute monster in the ring.

2. he adored you.

when the two of you first debuted your relationship, he made the latter very clear, never missing an opportunity to have his hands on you — whether this be on your waist, his fingers in yours, or the possessive hold when he stood with his fingers dancing over your ass. randy orton did not share his women, and you were no exception.

so when the storyline called for you to turn on him, the wwe universe went up in flames. whilst some were undoubtedly unsure on how said story would unfold, most were exhilarated by how you came out night after night to sabotage the man you once loved front stage and centre. you were one of the greatest heels most fans had seen, and despite your villainous position, they loved you all the more for it.

of course, they never knew what went on backstage. how after you taunted the man in the ring, you’d fall straight back into his arms in a hotel bed that you wouldn’t leave until the morning.

it was when the story called for teaming up that people really lost their minds. a series of backstage segments that followed randy as he sought out someone to finally take you down. he settled on none other than than trish stratus in all of her powerful glory — your current competitor for the title, and that was when all hell broke loose. in a title match against trish, just as you began readying up for your finisher, randy ran in to prevent trish from losing her title, and solidifying themselves as the team which you would go up against.

then it was your turn to shine, a setup for how you’d end up here. trish and randy had promised a battle, and you were going to give them one in what the crowd believed would be a handicap match. you, and the writers, had other plans.

all three of you had taken the stage, ready to fight it out for the greatest prize of all, bragging rights, when the lights went dark once more. a known, and feared you think you know me? echoing through the dark arena. the crowd could clearly see randy’s face, the expression of shock as his former tag team partner turned enemy entered the arena and came to stand by your side — then the stage was set.

unbeknownst to your competitors, you and edge had an agreement. you’d follow the choreography, stick to the plan, except it was always fun to rile your out of ring boyfriend up, and who better to take the lead than the rated r superstar himself?

as the match started, you and trish taking first turn, you wasted no time in flooring trish, watching as she sold it to the crowd whilst you waltzed back to where edge stood at ring side. he didn’t touch you to avoid tagging himself in, but his intent was evident as he leant over the top rope, swiping his tongue along his bottom lip.

“i’d let you do that to me any day, sweetheart.”

from the other side of the ring, over the roar of the crowd you could hear the faint growl of your boyfriend, followed by movement as he stalked closer to observe the interaction.

trish recovered quickly, and the two of you returned to going back and forth for several minutes until she unleashed her cat fight move on you, and it was your turn to sell. if you glanced behind you from where you lay on the floor, you could see the watchful eyes of randy darting between your pained position on the floor, and your tag partner who was positioned in a crouch, undoubtedly showing randy he was staring at your ass.

when you dragged yourself to the side, eye to eye with a curled over edge, you were hyper aware of how randy watched intensely.

edge grinned, a knowing look in his eye as he made sure randy heard every word. “you look good when you’re all worked up.”

you smirked, unable to hide your own amusement at the snarl you heard from your right, before outstretching your hand to allow edge to tag himself in.

carefully, you rolled under the bottom rope, trish doing the same. but before your feet had even landed on the floor, randy had dragged edge into the ring and delivered a harder than necessary back elbow to the man’s chest. you winced for the sake of the show, but couldn’t deny the way your heart swelled seeing your boyfriend so agitated over you.

once again; randy orton did not share his women, and this was no different.

the two men put on a good show, wrestling back and forth with a series of high rope moves from both that most wrestlers wouldn’t dare perform. as scripted, edge managed to get randy with a spear before the latter kicked out of an undeniably dirty pin, but it just gave the man the perfect opportunity.

he tagged you in slyly, reaching for your hand but instead making sure he bypassed at the last second and made the contact via running his hand down the side of your waist and to your ass. the crowd roared as you and trish took your places again, but the look on randy’s face as he was pushed out of the ring by his own partner was immortalised in your brain forever.

it was a look that said everything: you’re mine.

when the battle began again, you were hyper aware of the weakened shouts from an (acting) injured edge, showering you with compliments that had you pretending to preen until suddenly they all stopped. you glanced to your side to see the cause of the silence, being greeted by the unplanned side of randy having edge pressed against the ropes, hands on the man’s shoulders until edge was forced to flip back into the ring.

the commotion was enough to distract you so that trish could execute a clothes line, knocking you to the ground as she tagged randy back in to continue whatever shallow beat out he was doing on your partner.

edge was well and truly down by now, and you made your attempt to exit the ring and let him fend for himself when a firm hand wrapped around your wrist.

instead of being met by your partners tag, you were pulled into the strong chest of randy himself, the man wasting no time before crashing your lips together. unplanned, but welcomed, you couldn’t help but kiss back just as forcefully, not caring that the cameras were catching every moment of the heated make out session right in the middle of the ring.

one of randy’s hands slipped down to exactly where edge’s had been, giving your ass a firm squeeze to elicit a gasp that let him deepen the kiss. it was filthy, and borderline offensive to the tv rules, but when randy pulled back and you saw the fire in his eyes, you were about ready to jump him right there.

one last bite to your shoulder and randy was moving again, stalking towards where edge lay writhing near the corner of the ring. he moved him just enough to pin him without a rope break, and when edge was unable to kick out, randy and trish solidified their dinner status. but, instead of moving to celebrate with his partner, randy walked straight back to your side.

his lips were back on yours again, this time pulling your teeth between his bottom lip in a show that would surely have you pulled into the office post match. you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not as one of his hands gripped at your waist, the other holding your head by the back of the neck so you couldn’t escape the kiss even if you wanted to.

not that you wanted to.

when he finally broke away, eyes ablaze as the crowd lost their minds, you could see the redness in his face from the possessiveness.

he looked like he wanted to eat you alive, and you welcomed every thought of it.

“you’re mine.” he punctuated his words with a kiss to the side of your mouth, open mouthed and dirty as could be. “only mine.”

“i know.” you whispered, enjoying the sensation of randy’s lips travelling down your neck. he didn’t care for rules in that moment as he latched his lips to the crook of your neck, a gasp leaving your own mouth before you could stop it. you raised a weak hand to the back of his neck as your knees buckled under the very public attention “only yours.”

3. above every woman in the world, randy orton had never, and would never share you.

details on how to request on my page

#✍🏻 requests : anon #randy orton #randy orton imagine #randy orton x reader #randy orton imagines #randy orton scenarios #wwe imagines #edge imagines #edge x reader

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j-ensenackles · 10 months

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coming home

pairing: randy orton x fem!reader

summary: after 10 years away from the ring, you return for the first ever women's royal rumble. you begin to doubt yourself, and your husband randy comes to your aid.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: cursing, mentions of a back injury, some self-doubt, mentions of pregnancy and kids

a/n: thank you for the request, @thedoveesquire! i've never written for randy before, so i hope i did him justice!

The stadium shook with the roar of the crowd.

You could hear every cheer, every gasp, every burst of applause from your spot backstage.

You bit your fingernails — a nasty habit, as Randy always reminded you — as you watched the women in-ring on the monitor.

Your eyes kept straying to the ticking clock, to the impending number 30. To your return.

It had been 10 years since you’d been in the ring. 10 years since the WWE Universe had seen you. 10 years since a back injury stopped your career in its tracks.

Back then, you were nearing the top of the mountain. You had just gotten married to Randy Orton the year before, and the two of you were making waves — separately and together — on the roster. You were first in line for the first ever Divas Championship, and glory was within your grasp.

It was during that title match with Michelle McCool that you had everything in an instant… and had lost it just as quickly.

Towards the end of the match, Michelle threw you into the steel steps. The sharp edge of the stairs hit you right in the spine and you knew something was wrong. It seemed like your life was flashing before your eyes. A decision was before you: quit now or push through?

You pushed through. Probably a mistake, if the many doctors you had seen over the years were to be listened to, but you pushed through and became the first ever Divas Champion.

And then…

You had to give it up. The next day, you relinquished your title to Michelle. She undeniably deserved it, there was no doubt about that. It was just embarrassing and heartbreaking to give up your title, especially because you had only had it for 24 hours. But you couldn’t fight. You were out of commission.

Reluctantly and with a lot crying on Randy’s shoulder, you retired.

In the interim years, you focused on rehabilitating your back with hopes of a one-day return to the ring.

And then you got pregnant. You were over the moon, and Randy was too. Your son was a complete life changer, a ray of sunshine in your cloudy world.

A few years after, you had your daughter — another bright spot in your life. Beautiful and bubbly (with a definite splash of Randy’s attitude) your daughter just enhanced an already blessed life.

Being a mom took over your life. And with side hustles and helping Randy with his work, you found yourself busy. Content. There was always that faint hope in the back of your mind of being in the ring again, but you were truly happy.

Then you got the call. Honestly, you weren’t even fully listening to the words that were being spoken over the phone, you were so in shock. You only got buzzwords and phrases — “first ever Women’s Royal Rumble,” “history,” “return,” “we need you.”

You said yes without a second thought. It was only after you hung up that the doubts crept in.

Were you too old? Would you be rusty? Would the WWE Universe even care about you anymore? It had been 10 years since you had last wrestled, after all.

Your back was another issue. You had technically been cleared years ago, but you still worried. It only took one wrong move to throw your life off track.

You expressed these fears to Randy, of course, and he smirked, his reply simple —

“You’re the Y/N. You’re gonna kick ass.”

So here you found yourself, about to enter the first ever Women’s Royal Rumble.

“Stop biting your nails,” A voice sounded behind you.

You turned, finding Randy leaning against a post, arms crossed over his chest and signature smirk on his lips.

“Sorry. I’m nervous,” you replied sheepishly.

Randy’s features softened. He pushed off the wall and made his way to you.

“I know, honey,” he smiled softly, “But if anyone can do this, it’s you.”

You matched his smile, “Thank you.”

Randy could see there were still doubts plaguing you. He knew you too well.

He gently cradled your face in his hands, directing you to look at him, “You’re a badass. A badass wife, a badass mother, and a badass wrestler. You’re going to go out there and show the world that you haven’t lost an ounce of your greatness.”

You sighed, “But what if they don’t like me? Worse, what if they don’t remember me?”

You hated the way you sounded so insecure, so defeated.

“Y/N, listen to me. You are a pioneer in this industry. A staple. You made history 10 years ago winning the Divas Championship, and you’ll make history today in the first ever Women’s Royal Rumble. They’ve missed you. They still love you. Trust me, I hear ‘We love Y/N’ chants more than I hear chants for me.”

You chuckled.

“You can do anything you set your mind to. I’ve seen you do it,” Randy continued.

You smiled, tears filling your eyes. You were so grateful Randy could read you so well and was able to calm your unease effortlessly.

“God, you’re such a sap, Randy,” you joked, blinking your tears back in an attempt to keep your makeup intact.

Randy rolled his eyes, “That may be true, but only when it comes to you.”

He pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on your head.

You glanced at the screen. Number 29 — Bayley — was entering now. You were next. It was now or never. You let out a shaky breath, steeling yourself.

Randy kissed your forehead, “I love you, Y/N. Go make some history.”

You smiled, feeling the confidence Randy instilled in you. He was right — you could do anything. Wrestling was one of your great loves (apart from Randy and the kids) and you were going to go out there and show it.

The seconds ticked by and before you knew it, your music hit.

You squeezed Randy’s hand one last time and made your way out.

If you thought the crowd was going crazy before, that was nothing compared to now (“The biggest pop of the night,” Randy would later brag).

The entire arena was on their feet, screaming and shouting their surprise and happiness. Any doubt you had left after Randy’s speech completely evaporated with the (more than) warm welcome from the fans.

You ran down the ramp, fueled by the excitement of the audience. You hopped in the ring, throwing woman after woman over the ropes, barely seeing anything in front of you. Pure adrenaline ran through you.

The crowd was so loud you could barely hear yourself think, but one cheer in particular caught your attention.

“Let’s go mommy! Let’s go mommy!” You turned abruptly, catching the eyes of your son and daughter in the front row, bright smiles on their faces.

Tears threatened to spill yet again. Gratefulness filled your heart. You were here, in your favorite place in the world, doing your favorite thing, surrounded and supported by your favorite people.

You sent your son and daughter a wave, blowing them a kiss.

The crowd’s chants for you were as loud as ever —

“Welcome back! Welcome back!”

You were home.

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y2kstratusfaction · 4 months

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enemies to lovers (kinda) - 2000s randy orton x fem! reader

author's note: hiiii! 2000s randy orton has my soul, he is so fine and for what??

You've seen Randy walk around backstage, nose high up in the air, a smug smile on his face. You weren't one to judge people without talking to them first, but from the way Randy carries himself, thinking he's the greatest thing since sliced bread, it made you hate his guts.

One day, as you're preparing for your own match, you catch a glimpse of Randy leaning against a locker, chatting with Rhodes and DiBiase Jr., his personal Tweedledee and Tweedledum. His eyes lock onto yours for a moment, and that familiar arrogance glints in his gaze. You can't help but roll your eyes and continue lacing up your boots. His smirk makes your blood boil. And the fact that you can’t seem to read his intentions makes it even worse.

He’s used to getting his way with a threat of a fist to a face, but when he tried to size you up and you were less than impressed, he was caught off guard and confused. And from that moment onward, Randy made it his mission to get a reaction from you that isn’t a snide remark, a sneer, or you just flat out ignoring him.

He tried pouring tanning oil in your bag, hiding your gear, and locking you in the broom closet. But your nonchalance only made Randy go further into his temper tantrum. His words don’t do much damage either.

“If you put that much lipstick on you, your lips might fall off.” “I think it’s best if I don’t get makeup advice from a guy whose face tan doesn’t match his legs.”

Cody and Ted noticed it, and they weren’t much help to Randy’s case. They would tease him about his apparent obsession with you, and the more they prodded, the more vehemently he denied it.

"It's like you're obsessed with her or something," Cody teased one day in the locker room. "I am not!" Randy retorted defensively. "You think she’s pretty, don’t you?" Ted chimed in with a sly grin. "She is NOT pretty," Randy insisted, though his quick dismissal seemed less convincing each time.

OKAY. Maybe Randy did catch himself looking at you for a second too long, noticing if you were uncomfortable by how you furrow your brows, or how good you looked in blue. But that’s beside the point! You hated his guts, he hated yours. End of story.

That’s what he would usually tell himself. But one fateful night made him question his apparent hate towards you. You were just getting ready for your match against Lita when, waiting at the gorilla, Randy walked up to you.

"You're gonna hurt yourself without these," he says, offering you a roll of wrist tape. You raise an eyebrow, surprised by the gesture. "What's the catch?" "No catch," he replies, a hint of sincerity in his voice. "Just don't want you falling apart out there." You take the tape, a bit skeptical, but appreciative nonetheless. As you start wrapping your wrists, he lingers, watching you carefully. "There. Now you won't completely embarrass yourself," he teases. You shoot him a playful glare, surprised at the unexpected act of kindness. As he walks away, you catch him glancing back at you, a genuine smile on his lips.

Randy continued his torments afterwards, acting like nothing happened, but his words and pranks were less intense this time around. One Tuesday afternoon, Vince called you to tell you that Randy chose you to be his partner for a mixed tag match against Masters and Torrie. That was weird. Why would Randy pick you? Knowing full well that you hate him just as much as he hates you? Suspicious. You’re put on edge for the entire week until the night of the match.

Despite Randy being a hard-ass backstage, he was a far better person to work with in the ring. The match went on as planned. Low blows, eye scratches, the whole shebang. But when Randy and Masters were squabbling at each other, you notice a steel chair on the spot where Randy was supposed to take a DDT. You scramble your way to the ring, making sure to be as discreet as possible. It went unnoticed for the most part, but Randy caught wind of what you were doing. After the match, Randy called to you just before you went in your rented car and left the parking lot. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"You know," he started, "I never thought I'd say this, but you're not as terrible as I thought." You snort, your brow raised, “Wow. That’s high praise coming from you.” He chuckled, a sound that you haven’t heard before. "I mean it. Thanks for the save back there.” “It’s no problem. Can’t have the legend killer killed now, would we?” Randy leaned on the hood of your car, “Listen. Are you free tomorrow?” His voice went softer after each word he spoke. “Yeah, why? Wanna ask me out on a date or something?” You joked, waiting for his scoff. But it never came. You turn your head and meet his eyes. Randy was blushing. The sight made you want to rub your eyes to see if it’s actually real. And it is undoubtedly so. A blush of your own makes its way to your cheeks. You decided to put Randy out of his misery, “Pick me up at 7.”

You don’t give Randy the chance to react. You lean forward to kiss him on the cheek before driving off and leaving Randy in the parking lot with a dopey smile on his face.

#randy orton #randy orton x reader #wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #wwe headcanons #writing #⌕ fic - randy orton

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judgementdaysunshine · 9 months

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Help me alone in the dark

Pairing: Damian Priest x Fem reader x Dominik Mysterio

Description: During the darkest time of your life, you are unexpectedly pulled out of the darkness and swept off your feet by two truly kind and wonderful men

The last thing you expected was not only to find pure happiness with another person but to find it with two people was the most unexpected and amazing change to ever happen to you. You're on edge as you sit backstage knowing something was going to happen, you went to get air outside but as you walk you are suddenly grabbed and beaten on the ground screaming in pain as you stare in the cold eyes of Randy Orton fighting as hard as you could until you were lifeless on the floor, you stare blankly at him walking away until you suddenly see more sets of feet wincing in pain as you try to breath turning your head to the ceiling as black dots appeared in your vision slowly everything went black the last thing you barely see before going out was a hand and someone's eyes, you wake to see six people around you "Thank god we got a match against him" you turn to see your friend Dominik next to you with Damian on your other side. You see Rhea at the foot of your bed with Jey Uso beside her while Finn sat next to the doorway and Rey leaned against the wall until tears flowed down your face and grabbed dom making him jump up and hug you as you squeeze damian's hand while everyone else is relieved of you being awake each of them hugging you, slowly you recovered and instead of being alone like before dom and damian were by your side from the moment you came home even spending nights at your house until one day you almost fall over when you realize how much you truly cared for the two men, you end up spilling everything to jey who told you to follow your heart even if you were terrified of caring so deeply about your two friends deciding to take the risk and tell them, you were walking to your room when you turned and gently called the two before saying words you wanted to say for so long "I love you boys" you walk in your room right after saying the words. You sit down on your bed until you sit in the corner of your window staring at the dark sky filled with stars until you hear your door open turning to see dom beside you and damian walking to the two of you before they are both an inch in front of you "We have been hiding something from you and...God we don't want to lose you" you feel as if your gonna burst as you hear what they both were saying until you are gently pulled up between the two realizing as you look at dom that it was his eyes you had seen before you went out after the attack which makes you tear up as you smile at the two before turning and kissing damian that made your mouth tingle, your heart race, and your body feel warm everywhere as you pull away to catch your breath while he rubbed his thumb against your hip having a chill run down your spine as you feel dom's fingers run down your spine feeling your heart stop when you see damian's hands on the waistband of your shorts before you see the two looking at you patiently which made you feel safe as you slowly nod raising your arms making them smile before in one movement you were standing in your under clothes "Strapless huh?" you raise a brow at dom smirking at you while damian chuckles placing a kiss on your cheek. You stop them grabbing and holding their hands as they see tears flow down your face but you smile at them when they think you changed your mind "I was going to tell you guys but I didn't know how..." you are pulled into their arms as you slowly let the emotions pour out of you with your head on damian's chest and arms wrapped around both of them while holding their hands "The two of you have brought more than just friendship into my life, you've brought true honesty, raw kindness, and unconditional love that you saved me without either of you even knowing" they smile before sharing a kiss with you before all three of you shared one before things took a slow, romantic, and emotional turn between the three of you.

#wwe x reader #dominik mysterio #damian priest x reader #wwe #damian priest x reader x dominik mysterio #damian priest #dominik mysterio x reader #dominik mysterio x reader x damian priest

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claymorexpunisher · 3 years

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✨Gigi's Fic Masterlists✨

Started: 8/28/20 (Key: S: Smut, F: Fluff, A: Angst, H: Humor)

-READ THIS BEFORE YOU READ ANY OF MY WORK

As of 12/30/2023, I only do NSFW work.

-Allie Katch

-Baron Corbin

-Charlotte Flair

-Cody Rhodes

-Damian Priest

-Dominik Mysterio

-Drew McIntyre

-Eddie Kingston

-Edge

-Elias

-Finn Bálor/Demon King

-Jey Uso

-The Judgement Day

-Kevin Owens

-Liv Morgan

-Mercedes Moné

-The Miz

-MJF

-Randy Orton

-Rhea Ripley

-Roman Reigns

-Ruby Soho

-Seth Rollins

-Sonya Deville

*NSFW Headcanons:

-Damian Priest

*Ship Fics:

-Poppin’ The Question (Roman Reigns/Seth Rollins/Jon Moxley) (S) (Tumblr Link)

*Misc. Pairings:

-Always Watching (Damian Priest x female reader x Rhea Ripley) (S) (Tumblr Link)

-It's Reading Time (Drew McIntyre/Roman Reigns/Female Reader) (S) (Tumblr Link)

-Just Like at the Movies (Drew McIntyre/Roman Reigns/Female Reader) (S) (Tumblr Link)

-Liberación (WIP) (Damian Priest x OFC, Drew McIntyre x OFC, Roman Reigns x OFC) (S/F/A) (Tumblr Link)

Liberación Masterlist

-Mile High Club (Baron Corbin x Fem. Reader x MJF) (S) (Tumblr Link)

-Primed For Sin (Vamp!Drew Mcintyre x Werewolf!Baron Corbin x Werewolf!Roman Reigns x Sex Demon!Fem!Reader) (S) (Tumblr Link)

-Sweet Dreams (Jey Uso/Fem. Reader, Roman Reigns/Fem. Reader) (S) (Tumblr Link)

-Tag Teamed (Drew McIntyre/Roman Reigns/Female Reader) (S) (Tumblr Link)

-Three’s Company (S) (MJF/Wardlow/Female Reader) (Tumblr Link)

-Voices Like Honey (S) (Roman Reigns x Fem. Reader x Damian Priest) (Tumblr Link)

*Multi-Chapter/Multi-Characters:

-Brats Have More Fun: (S/F) (Tumblr Link)

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inagetawaycarxo · 3 years

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Praise You | Drew McIntyre *NSFW*

❛❛ So the idea I had was the reader is dating drew and is watching his match last night backstage and thinks he looks hot in that kilt. Drew knows and comes back to the locker room post match wearing the title. Basically it’s smut while he’s wearing the title. 😏❜❜- @shieldgirl18

Pairings: Drew McIntyre x Fem!Reader

Featuring: Drew McIntyre, Randy Orton, Y/n (Reader).

Summary: kilt kink and celebration sex while Drew is wearing the title.

WARNINGS: sex, smut, oral (male receiving), blowjob, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), celebration sex, sex while wearing a championship if that’s a warning, Drew’s kilt, errors I probably missed.

Word Count: 1562

A/N: popliteal fossa is the back of your knee. Got a Drew McIntyre or WWE request? Send it in. WANT TO BE TAGGED IN THE WWE TAGLIST? JUST MESSAGE ME! FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED!

The dull ache in your core intensified, the more you watched the match. Ever since Drews entrance, all you felt was a dull ache between your thighs, Your underwear slick and wet with arousal. You tried your best to push your arousal away and not think of Drew in a kilt, but it proved to be difficult. You tried your best to focus on the match that was happening in front of you on the tv monitor. Clenching your thighs together to try and create friction.

Your eyes were looking at the tv monitor intensely watching Drew and Randy’s match. Cheering for Drew throughout the match, while sitting on the edge of your seat at the close calls, your heart clenching with hope, then diminishing.

You held your hands together tightly. Heart clenching. Slightly forgetting your arousal down below. You sat on the edge of your seat as you watched Randy hit the mat fists clenched together, and his head on the mat then slamming one of his closed fists on the mat then the other one, arms extended, eyes fixated on Drew.

“Come on baby,” you muttered, as Randy got up. You brought your hands up to your mouth. As Randy went to RKO Drew. Your heart rate speeding up, letting out a gasp.

Drew counted the RKO by pushing Randy off of him, Randy turned around, bouncing on the ropes, and rushing over to Drew again, only for Drew to claymore him, making Randy fall to the ground.

Drew quickly grabbed Randy’s popliteal fossa, rolling onto his back onto randy, pinning Randy.

The ref counted to three. As you held your breath. Signally for the bell to ring.

“Drew McIntyre has taken back the WWE title,” Tom announced.

“Here’s your winner and the new WWE champion, Drew McIntyre,” Mike Rome announced

You felt warm erupt in your belly. Feeling an intense amount of proudness for Drew. You quickly got up, rushing to the gorilla, nearly bumping into people on your way there.

When Drew walked through the curtain you quickly wrapped your arms around his sweaty torso.

“I’m so proud of you,” You beamed. Looking up at him. Drew looked down at you. Eyes welling up with tears. Leaning up on your tippy toes, you pressed a soft kiss against his lips, making Drew let out a sigh. Eyes fluttering closed, his arms snaking around you. His hands resting on the arch of your back.

You pulled away beaming at him with so much pride.

“Congratulations Drew,” Hunter spoke, interrupting Drew and you from the intense staring at each other.

You pulled away from Drew, as Hunter shook Drew’s hand, patting his shoulder proudly.

Other superstars swooped in congratulating Drew.

When all of the superstars and backstage workers finished congratulating Drew on his win, you grabbed his wrist, pulling him towards a door.

“We are we going, I have to go have a photoshoot,” He spoke, raising the WWE championship, while you opened the door, looking to see if it was occupied. Smirking as you found out it was unoccupied.

You pulled Drew into the room.

“Woah,” Drew spoke in surprise. As you locked the door. Turning around to face him. Taking your lower lip in between your teeth. And staring at him seductively.

“You can do that after I show you how proud I am of you.” You seductively spoke. Walking closer to him.

Drew smirked at you, as you stood in front of him. looking down at you as you looked up at him.

You took the WWE Championship off of him, undoing the straps, you wrapped the belt around his waist. Tightening the straps. All the while looking Drew in the eyes. His eyes darkening with lust.

Your hands went up to trail down his chest. Making Drew moan, a tent forming in his trunks. Your fingers slipped underneath the waistband of his trunks, slowly pulling them down, while you trailed kisses down his sweaty chest.

Drew let out a groan, as his cock sprung out of his trunks. The air hitting his throbbing cock. His squeezed his eyes shut.

You removed your lips from his chest. Lowering yourself onto your knees

He felt your warm hand wrap around his shaft. Making him let out a moan, slightly balling his fist.

You lowered your mouth down to his cock, tongue darting out, you swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock, making Drew let out a moan, his hands grabbed the side of your head. Finger entangling in your hair, as you continued to tease the tip of his cock with your tongue, slightly parting your lips, you put his tip in your mouth, sucking it for a while, before taking it out of your mouth. Drew’s head tilted back, mouth going a gap, as you licked his shaft up to the tip. Then putting his cock in your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks. Looking at Drew through your eyelashes.

Drew’s grip on your hair tightened, as you bobbed your head up and down, slightly gagging as his tip hit your uvula, eyes tearing up. Your hand gripping his shaft.

Salvia lubricating his cock.

“Yes,” Drew moaned, as you continued to blow him. Holding your head in place. Drew thrusted into your mouth a couple of times, making you gag.

You moaned against his shaft, making Drew let out a loud moan. His body trembling as his climax hit him. his cock convulsing in your mouth.

Drew tightening his grip on your hair. Moaning loudly, as he came in your mouth. His warm cum spilling down your throat. Emptying himself in your mouth. while you looked at him, as you swallowed his cum.

Drew yanked you up by your hair, making you take his cock out of your mouth with a pop, as he pulled you up.

His lips pressed against yours roughly. Kissing you feverishly. Your hand grabbed his erection again, jerking him off to get his dick hard again. Drew moaned into the kiss. His hands letting go of your hair.

He grabbed the hem of your shirt, tugging it roughly above your head breaking the kiss. His hands went to undo your bra strap, undoing it. You let go of his cock. Removing your bra and discarding it to the side.

Drew’s lips quickly found yours again, his fingers fiddling to undo the button on your jeans then unzipping the zip. You helped him out by pulling your jeans down stepping out of them.

You pushed him backwards, lips still locked with his. Breaking the kiss when he fell onto the couch on his bum.

You quickly took off your underwear. Looking at Drew with lust-filled eyes.

Drew stared up at you hungrily, as you lowered yourself down onto him. Your entrance hovering above his tip.

Drew tried to switch positions, so you were on the bottom. But you stopped him. Gripping his shoulder. While giving him a look.

“Ah, let me do all the work, let me please you,” You warned him. Making Drew bite his lower lip.

You grabbed his shaft again, aligning it up with your entrance. You slowly lowered yourself down on his length.

Both of you letting out a moan, your walls tightening around his cock. You then proceeded to thrust up and down. Your walls tightening around his cock. Drew's hands gripped your waist. While your hands rested on his chest.

Your boobs bouncing up and down with every thrust. An intense wave of pleasure coursing through your veins, as well as his. Drew removed his hands away from your waist and towards your boobs. Cupping them in his hands, and roughly groping them. Making you moan.

You fastened your pace, throwing your head back, and squeezing your eyes closed. Toes curling. Moans filling the room, as well as skin on skin.

Drew’s hands let go of your boobs, wandering down to your waist. One of his hands moved down to were him and you were connected. The pad of his thumb finding your clit and rubbing rough circles on your clit.

The both of you were in pure bliss, close to your orgasm, a familiar sensation forming in the pit of your stomach, you were closer to releasing but you wanted Drew to cum first. Drew was close to his second climax, the way your walls tightened around his cock made him closer to releasing again. His grip on your side tightening as you continued to ride his cock.

Drew let out a groan, toes curling, his grip on your waist tightening as he felt his cock convulsing, head falling onto the couch, tilting his head back, as his hot cum spilled inside of you. This was your release. With one last thrust, you come on his cock. Drew let out a groan.

You rode out your high, with one final thrust you collapsed onto him. Burying your head into the crook of his neck. peppering his neck in kisses. Drew's hand caressed your back. Both of you breathing heavily.

“I love you, Drew so much, I am so proud of you,” You breathlessly spoke. Looking up at him with loving eyes. Drew craned his neck to look at you. smiling softly at you. he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too, baby.” He confessed, as his index finger drew random patterns on your back…

#drew mcintyre x reader #wwe x reader #drew mcintyre smut #wwe smut #drew mcintyre #wwe

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rawiswhore · 3 years

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Nova/Mike Bucci x Fem Reader- "Razor's Edge"

Hi, sorry I didn't post a fanfic yesterday.

I did plan on typing and posting a fanfic yesterday and did type it, but I didn't finish it. Why?

Because I was overthinking whether or not if my idea for this fanfic would be a good idea or not.

Besides, today is the birthday of a wrestler I got a crush on this year!

This is probably the only fanfiction about Nova/Mike Bucci.

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2001 would be the year WCW and ECW, two popular wrestling companies during the 1990's that competed with the World Wrestling Federation, would both go out of business.

2001 is also arguably and debatably the year the WWF's Attitude era would end, this was the year Stone Cold ended up selling out to Vince McMahon and the Rock went to Hollywood.

Where would the talent to WCW and ECW go, then?

To the World Wrestling Federation, of course!

There are many wrestlers from WCW and ECW (as well as the WWF) you drool and lust over, and one wrestler from ECW you've gotten a crush on is Nova.

Nova was a part of the Blue World Order---ECW's parody of the popular NWO faction from WCW---but Nova barely got any attention unlike Stevie Richards and the Blue Meanie.

You got a crush on Nova when he no longer was with the Blue World Order and really showed what a handsome face he had during the late 1990's, but his looks deteriorated a bit in the year 2000 when he grew facial hair.

He didn't look too bad sometimes with facial hair, but other times he looked awful with it.

(Yesterday, I was watching footage of him in the year 2000 and I couldn't decide if he looks good with facial hair or without it)

Facial hair, for the most part, does not look good on males, both grown men and teenage boys.

Just look at how bad Triple H looked in the mid 2000's when he had that Lemmy from Motorhead handlebar moustache, or how awful Raven (yes, the same Raven from ECW and WCW) looked when he had that handlebar moustache during his time in the WWF.

Even the WWF wanted Nova to shave his facial hair off because they said he looks a bit like Triple H.

However, in 2001, when ECW and WCW went out of business, you followed Nova around on the wrestling circuit, where he would wrestle in OVW (Ohio Valley Wrestling); Jim Cornette's wrestling company where the likes of John Cena, Randy Orton, Brock Lesnar and Batista got their starts.

Sometime in 2001, Nova was sitting in a chair in a room, you were straddling his lap and sitting on top of him.

He was arguably in the best shape of his life, no longer having a bit of that chubby "dad bod" he used to have.

Before you straddled his lap, you told him how you don't really like that facial hair he has on his face, and he admitted that even the WWF doesn't like it either.

So, with that being said, you dampened a wash cloth by holding it under a running faucet, only to take that wash cloth and gently drag it across his stubble coated face.

That cloth wet his face, wetting the little bristly facial hair, where it started to roam down his left jaw to across his chin as well as under his chin, then elevate up his right jaw.

When your hand holding that wash cloth had reached his right jaw, you turned that wash cloth and made it rub and spread across his upper lip.

You weren't trying to be rough when you rubbed his face with that wash cloth, though the cloth wasn't so rough since it was wet!

You had also brought with you a can of shaving cream as well as a razor, those 2 things sitting next to Nova.

Blood was rushing to his shaft, making his cock grow harder and longer, his jeans feeling tighter on his legs.

You can feel his erection poking and protruding your crotch, though it's covered by his jeans.

Is it necessary for you to rub a wet wash cloth across his face? You could always wet his face just using your fingers and hand!

Once his facial hair was wet, your hand grabbed the shaving cream and lifted it from the carpeted floor, where you placed the wash cloth on your lap and held the palm of your hand out.

While tilting the can a few inches above your palm, one of your fingers pressed the can until some shaving cream poured into your palm and even got on some of your fingers.

You lifted your palm covered in shaving cream, being careful not to drop that shaving cream onto the floor, and spread that shaving cream down his jaw, the shaving cream smeared down his jawline and covering his facial stubble.

The shaving cream was lathering his facial hair, your eyes were keeping a look out for any facial hair you might've missed, you could see his stubble underneath the thick white shaving cream.

Your hand dragged your shaving cream covered palm and fingers across as well as under his chin and up his right jawline, spreading and smearing the shaving cream on his chin and opposite jaw.

Your hand and fingers still spread some of that shaving cream across and above his upper lip, spreading that shaving cream until his facial hair was covered in it.

After his beard was covered in shaving cream, your body stretched down to the side and picked up the razor.

The razor you had gotten was one of those smooth masculine razors, not a cheap one that will cut his face.

You held the razor to his jaw, where the shaving cream covered his facial hair, and began to carefully glide that razor down his jaw, his facial stubble getting cut and trimmed and slipping under the razor.

As you glided that razor down his jawline, more of his skin was appearing after you slid that razor down his jaw, the shaving cream sticking to that razor.

When the razor reached his chin, you lifted that razor and shaved another part of his jaw covered in shaving cream, gliding that razor down his jaw to his chin.

Likewise, his skin was appearing as that razor blade shaved off the cream and hair off of his face.

His long facial hair was now trapped and stuck in between the razor.

Your eyes were glued to his jaw, trying to make sure that you won't shave the same area you previously shaved.

You can see that his facial hair has been trimmed courtesy of you and that lucky razor, you've been very careful in not to cut him.

That razor after it reached his chin moved back to the corner of his jaw and glided down the shaving cream covered areas, taking his facial hair underneath its wing.

Whether it was the bottom of his jaw or the top, that razor blade slid down or across his jaw, cutting his facial hair.

Sometimes, the razor went back to where it had previously ran down, gliding down his facial hair again until it cut it with its sharp edge.

You hope his facial hair won't stick to his face, even if you shaved it off of him.

Your eyes peered at the bottom of his left cheek, observing and scanning carefully if he has any facial hair left.

None that you can think of, no.

When you were finished shaving the left side of his jaw, you moved that razor to under his nose and above his upper lip, where you glided that razor down where you had smeared shaving cream on his moustache.

His facial hair was stuck through the razor blade while you shaved off the facial hair above his upper lip.

He has a bit more facial hair above his upper lip than anywhere else.

You were very careful and gentle shaving the hair above his upper lip, trying not to cut him and not cut his lip.

Meanwhile, Nova's just been relaxing, his eyes staring at you shaving him.

The washcloth you used to wash his face has been drying up on your thigh, you'll have to wash it again.

When the razor blade reached the top of his lip, you lifted that razor, not letting it touch his skin, until you nudged the razor below his nose above a new area covered in shaving cream above his top lip.

You slid that razor down below his nose and above his top lip, the razor stopping when it had reached his upper lip as well as scraping the shaving cream and facial hair off of Nova's skin like a snow plow.

You continued to shave vertically from up to down above his upper lip, but shaved across above his mouth.

When you reached the corner of his mouth, you lifted and moved that razor blade to his right jaw, where you nudged the razor to a spot where shaving cream was smeared on his right jaw, only to run that razor down the bottom of his cheek like you did the opposite side of his jaw.

You lifted the razor away from his face, only to now nudge that razor to another area on the right side at the bottom of his cheek and slide that razor down a part of his jaw smeared in shaving cream.

You're being very careful, careful not to cut him, shaving any facial hair on his face.

You're pressing your tits on his chest, although not too hard, and you wish you could caress his chest with one hand while you shave him with the other.

He'd love to have a treatment like this all the time, having you shave his face.

He's been enjoying you shaving him, smiling whilst you shave his face.

This time, when the razor had reached his chin, you glided and slid that razor horizontally across his chin.

You lifted that razor once again, this time you moved it to a part of his jawline and trailed that razor down his jawline, being very careful not to cut him.

After the razor slid down his jawline, you lifted that razor and nudged it to his opposite jawline, shaving it all the way down to his chin.

When the razor reached his chin, you shifted the razor under his chin, shaving the little hairs under his chin.

You looked at his face, some of it had some shaving cream on it, but he barely had almost no facial hair on it.

You smiled over how handsome he looks without facial hair.

After you were finished shaving him, you picked up the washcloth on your lap and lifted yourself off of his lap, where you walked over to a sink, turned the faucet on and placed the washcloth under that running faucet, getting that cloth all wet and soaked until it's drenched and wet in water again.

Once it was damp enough, you turned the faucet off and walked back to him, the wash cloth dripping wet onto the carpet, where you straddled his lap again.

You then placed that washcloth on the sides of his face where you had shaved him, and dragged that washcloth from his left jaw down to his chin, wiping off the shaving cream off of his face.

Water was dripping from the washcloth to your lap, but whatever.

You then pressed a wet spot on the washcloth at the end of his upper lip, where you wiped away any shaving cream over his top lip by wiping across above his mouth, but below his nose.

Hopefully he doesn't feel a bit of a burn when you're wiping his face.

Above his mouth and his left jaw now didn't have any shaving cream smeared on it, and that's a good thing.

The wash cloth now had some shaving cream sticking onto it, so you took a part of the cloth soaked in water and not having shaving cream stick to it and placed it on his right jaw, wiping down the shaving cream down his jaw and all the way down to his chin, where you wiped his chin by spreading that wet wash cloth across his chin.

You lifted the washcloth and pressed it on his jawline, wiping and rinsing his jawline.

The parts of his skin you shaved and wiped were turning a bit pinkish red, not in embarrassment, but from rubbing it with a wet washcloth.

It probably would've been better if you shaved his face under the shower, that way the water could wash away the shaving cream.

Or you could've used a buzz clipper.

He now had such a smooth, beautiful face under that facial hair, and you smiled seeing his handsome face.

You placed both of your hands on his face, your lips still grinning from ear to ear, your thumbs brushing the sides of his face.

Even he was smiling while your thumbs slid across his face.

"You're so sexy" you gushed and purred, your voice sounding sexy and relaxing, your mouth smiling from ear to ear while your fingers stroked the side of his face "Under that facial hair"

He's probably more handsome now than ever before.

"Really?" he asked, looking puzzled.

You nodded your head, still smiling.

"Thanks!" he thanked.

"No problem!" you replied, still smiling. "Y'know who you used to look like when you had facial hair?"

"Who?" he asked.

"Val Venis" you admitted "Before he cut his hair and joined that Right to Censor group"

He chuckled when he heard you say that and broke out a smile.

"Really?" he asked. "Is that bad?"

"No!" you explained after he stopped laughing. "In fact, I'd love a threesome with you and Val, before he cut his hair"

His eyes grew wide when you said that.

He actually knows about you and your sexual promiscuity and can remember your tenure in ECW when you had promiscuous sex with some of the roster back stage.

You would've had promiscuous sex with him in ECW if it wasn't for that facial hair he had!

"You used to look like Test too when you had facial hair" you added. "Y'know who Test is? He quote unquote 'married' Stephanie McMahon?"

Your hands pulled off of his face and crooked your fingers into quotation marks when you said "married".

"Yeah" he replied. "From Test and Albert?"

You nodded your head.

At the end of the year 2000, during Thanksgiving, Al Snow and Raven over in the WWF (who were both once ECW alumni) didn't have those handlebar moustaches.

Why?

You straddled their laps and shaved the tacky handlebar moustaches off of their faces, gushing over how handsome they are underneath those moustaches.

You've also straddled the laps of Shawn Michaels, Triple H, Rob Van Dam, and Christian while you shaved the facial hair off of their faces.

You wish you could do this to Test and Val Venis as well.

#nova #mike bucci #2000s #00s #2001 #fanfiction #birthday #happy birthday

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omegasshyghuleh6661ghosts · 5 months

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Dancing Like Flames

@judgementdaysunshine I hope the wait was well worth it! 😈

Title inspo: Pain Remains I: Dancing Like Flames by Lorna Shore

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You'd walked into the arena with Randy, arms draped across the small of each other's back as you checked in and made your way to the locker room that your partner Adam had already claimed for the three of you. His thumb rubbed over your hip as you walked through the halls, hand resting comfortably against the soft cotton of your leggings.

"You excited for tonight, babydoll?"

You looked up at him, smiling as you realized he'd been sneakily staring at you for a few moments as you approached the door.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"

He shrugged slightly, muscular arm reaching out and opening the door for you. A soft blush spread across your cheeks as it had done so many times before, Adam looking up at the two of you as Randy let you into the room first.

"You know how tonight's gonna go, and I wanted to make sure you were ready."

You stretched upwards a bit, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"I'll be fine, darlin'."

He smiled, playfully smacking your butt as he closed the door behind him, Adam's quiet laughter catching your attention as you turned toward him and walked over. His hands reached out to you, carefully pulling you toward him as you claimed your spot on his lap.

The three of you joked around and talked about your matches, both men carrying you out to the ring on their shoulders when it came time for your match. They psyched you up, keeping anyone from interfering or distracting the ref. You won the match, your boys wrapping you in a hug before helping you to the locker room.

Adam got you an ice pack, sitting beside you and holding your hand as Randy massaged your shoulders. The three of you relaxed, going over the boys' match. After a half hour or so, you got up and followed them to Gorilla. They were going against your mentors Shawn and Hunter, and while they hadn't told you how it was going to end, you knew it was going to be a well fought and bloody match.

You escorted them down to the ring, watching intently and cheering for your loves as the match dragged on. Adam ended up covered in Shawn's blood, a small pang in your heart as you watched the four men brawling it out in front of you. Randy couldn't help but smile a little bit as the bell rang after a little while, signaling that your lovers had won. He'd heard your cheers above the crowd, eyes meeting yours as you hopped up from the announcement table and met him at the apron. He and Adam hopped down, arms wrapping around you and each other without a care in the world.

The three of you walked back to your locker room, both men taking turns holding you while the other showered. You'd stuck around until after the show, one of the last groups to leave the arena and head back to your hotel. During the car ride Adam held your hand, a vaguely nervous feeling rushing through you as your thoughts began to tiptoe into unexplored territory. Images of both men worshipping your body flashed through your mind, you glancing to both men like they'd hear your thoughts as if you'd said them aloud.

Randy and Adam took your bags up to the room once you'd gotten checked in, joking around with you. You were the one to unlock the door, walking in and setting the room key down on a nightstand before sitting down on the edge of the king sized bed. Randy closed the door behind him, setting the bags down and getting onto the bed beside you.

"What's on your mind, baby?"

"Just thinking, that's all. Nothing bad."

He raised a brow slightly, Adam doing the same as Randy wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Care to enlighten us?"

Your eyes shifted downward, studying the designs that adorned your lover's skin as a subtle pink flush spread across your cheeks.

"I was just thinking about us... About how I feel safe with you, and how much I love you both..."

You'd trailed off for a moment as you felt the bed shift slightly, Adam having sat beside you. He reached out, hand reaching out to gently caress your cheek. Your gaze shifted once more, looking to the two men you loved more than anything in the world.

"I love you both so much, and I want you to be my first."

Both men were quiet for a few moments as they studied you, soft smiles forming on their lips. Adam was the first to speak, a slightly devious look in his eyes as his thumb rubbed over your skin. His gaze softened slightly as Randy shifted slightly and pressed a kiss to your neck.

"How long have you been thinking about this, sweetheart?"

"Since this morning."

Your bashful admission caused both men to chuckle, sharing an amused look. Randy let you go, getting off the bed and crouching in front of you.

"You've been thinking about us... What we'd finally do to you... All morning, and you didn't tell us? Naughty girl."

"We're gonna take good care of you, babydoll. I promise."

You shared a kiss with them, each filled with more love and warmth than you could have imagined, unable to ignore just how wet you were becoming. You shifted slightly as Randy slipped out of his shirt, Adam following suit a few moments later.

They slowly stripped you out of your clothes, littering kisses over nearly every inch of newly exposed skin. A quiet hum slipped past your lips as Adam began sucking marks into your neck, your eyes closing as Randy's hands rubbed over your thighs. One of Adam's slipped down, both men spreading your legs as Randy's kisses crept closer and closer to your entrance.

Adam's free hand moved upward, gently rubbing over your side as Randy finally closed the gap and got his first taste of you. He didn't fight the pleasured groan that erupted from his chest as he began devouring you, letting the sounds you'd begun making guide his motions. Adam's fingers gripped your thigh as you moaned at Randy's actions, both men deeply aware of how hard they had gotten from seeing you like this.

"Look at you, baby... Bein' such a good, good fuckin' girl for us."

Another moan bubbled up from your throat at Adam's murmured words, hips grinding against Randy as he eased two fingers into you while sucking on your clit. Your heart pounded in your chest, brain fuzzy as your lovers took their time pleasing you. They brought you to the edge, both doing everything they could to make you feel as good as possible.

"I know you're close, pretty girl. You can let go, baby... Cum for us."

Your head laid back against Adam, mouth open slightly as you finally came undone. Both men continued their movements, Adam's fingers rubbing your clit as they worked you through your first orgasm of the night. Your body tensed as the waves of pleasure continued to hit you, a string of curses leaving your mouth. You slowly came down from your high, relaxing between them as they removed their fingers from you and sucked them clean.

They showered you with praise and affection, carefully moving you so that you laid on the bed with Adam on your left and Randy on your right.

"Think you can handle another, princess?"

You nodded, too caught up in the situation for words. Adam leaned down and kissed you, breaking it and settling himself between your legs after Randy had tossed him a condom from his backpack. He ripped the packet open and slipped it on before teasing you with the tip of his cock, leaning down and kissing you deeply as he slowly eased into you. He'd wrapped his arms around you, giving you a few moments to adjust to his size before beginning to thrust into you.

He slowly brought you to another incredible orgasm, his focus solely on pleasing you. Your orgasm hit you hard, muscles tensing around him which brought him over the edge with you. He took his time working you through your highs, both he and Randy once again showering you with praise and affection. Adam moved to lay beside you after disposing of his condom, both men chuckling as you reached over and pulled Randy in for a kiss.

"Want to feel you too, Viper."

He chuckled at your words, moving to kneel between your legs as he grabbed a condom as well and put it on.

"Whatever you want, you get babydoll."

He eased into you, being just as gentle as Adam had been. He brought you to the edge a bit quicker than Adam had, both men talking you off. His fingers dug into your hips slightly as you came undone for him, groaning as he worked you through your high. He pulled you close as he came, your name slipping from his lips like a muttered prayer.

"You were such a good girl for us, baby."

"We love you, babydoll."

#Edge x Fem Reader x Randy Orton imagine #wwe imagine #WWE fluff #WWE smut #Edge smut #Edge fluff #Randy Orton smut #Randy Orton fluff #Youtube

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y2kstratusfaction · 4 months

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🕊𓍢ִ໋ requests are OPEN !!

my name is 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓁 (19, she/her)

i write x readers for 1990s - 2000s wrestlers ! some wrestlers include: cody rhodes, edge, randy orton, eddie guerrero, jeff hardy, kane, triple h, shawn michaels, undertaker, razor ramon, diesel, lita, trish stratus, chyna, stephanie mcmahon, many more!

if you would like to request then pls specify if you want the reader to be fem, male, or gender neutral !!

i also post gifs and other stuff !!

#⌕ 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓁 posting୧

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judgementdaysunshine · 8 months

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Ooh i was wondering if you could write something with The Undertaker and she is a wrestler that bakes and brings everyone cookies. But she made a special one for him

Yesss

Favorite

Pairing: Undertaker x Fem reader

Description: You have a special treat for the tall man who had fallen for you when you bring sweets for baked goods for everyone

You were smiling sweetly as you walked with homemade treats you had made for friends and coworkers smiling at Eddie Guerrero as you sat the bowls on the table. You slowly gather everyone some of them confused and a few suspicious until they realize it was just you baking for everyone as you had done not too long after you were on the roster, you receive many compliments from your friends asking for you to make them more often even slowly making friends with people who grew to like you including Kane, Randy Orton, Molly Holly, and Big show as everyone makes jokes while having the baked goods with sodas noticing one person who wasn't there deciding to find him grabbing the last bowl that was unopened walking down the hall to find the tall and to some people terrifying man, you find him down the hall around the corner smiling as you slowly walk up to him as he looks out of the corner of his eye to see you. You jump when you hear a yell around the corner where the break room everyone else was in still happily consuming your homemade treats recognizing the voice as Edge's "Damn girly you gotta make more of this chocolate! Better than Canada's homemade chocolates!" you laugh shaking your head at your friend as you place the bowl in front of him before showing a sweet smile and walking back to the break room, he watches you until you were around the corner out of his sight slowly opening the bowl to see cookies inside what seemed to be chocolate chip with fudge but when he grabs one and bites into it he is pleasantly surprised to find it was chocolate chip with caramel and macadamia nuts that created such a wonderful and unforgettable flavor that made him think of his grandmother's baking which warmed his heart unconditionally as he finishes the cookie. He walks in the break room surprising quite a few people when they look to see the tall biker but then nervous and on edge when they see him put his hand on your shoulder making you smile as you turn to look at him feeling your heart flutter at his smile and your breath taken away when he gently kisses you leaving everyone completely stunned silence as he takes a bite of the next cookie walking out of the room with a chuckle leaving you a smiling, rosy, and giddy puddle tasting the caramel on your lips as everyone slowly goes back to before of laughs and random jokes, you walk out to your locker room to leave and head to the parking lot when you see undertaker out in the hall waiting for you, he follows you home and you join him for a late night motorcycle ride "You're my favorite" the comment makes you melt as he kisses your forehead after walking you to your doorstep smiling as he drives off seeing you watch him until he couldn't see you anymore excited for the dinner date the two of you planned for that next week.

#the undertaker x reader #wwe #wwe x reader #the undertaker

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judgementdaysunshine · 8 months

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Hi babes!!! I have another Lita request for you. You have free reign to go crazy.

Aah

I won't let you pull me down

Pairing: Lita x Fem reader

Description: You get revenge against Chavo Guerrero after he attacks you with people by your side who are family one who you fell for

The chair that hits you in the face then your back was completely unexpected but was especially shocking that both hits were from Chavo Guerrero. You see him go with the chair to hit Christian who was injured badly from the match the two just had against Randy Orton and Triple H, you immediately jump up after christian turns seeing chavo with the chair raised "I won't let pull me down anymore!", but instead of hitting him in the head it hits you right in the face again but with more force leading blood to splatter on the chair, mat, and both men before christian is immediately snatching and hitting chavo with the blood stained chair as you groan, cough, and crawl in throbbing pain yelling when hands and feet connect with your face and ribs until you hear loud music playing and yelling crying when a hand touches your swollen face and jumping when someone leans in front of you recognizing by the voice it was Edge as he helps you out of the ring hearing the concerned voices of Lita and Jeff Hardy on either side of him. Meanwhile Matt Hardy and christian were dealing with chavo in the ring "THIS WAS YOUR PLAN HUH?! BACKSTAB HER AND LEAVE HER ALONE THINKING I WAS FUCKING STUPID?! I MAY BE A DICK SOMETIMES AND NOT ALWAYS SEE THINGS BUT I'M NOT FUCKING STUPID TO FIGURE OUT THE TRUTH!" Eddie comes running out but not to fight them but to grab chavo and slap him cursing him out in Spanish for how stupid he was, you yell in pain as your swollen and bruised eyes are touched by nurses realizing just how bad the attack was on your body feeling tears pour down your face adding burning pain barely able to see anything except shapes and the blurry faces of your friends with edge to your left, lita to your right with jeff and matt next to her while christian and Rey Mysterio next to edge waking up later with a little more sight seeing them and tearing up being pulled into a long, big, and safe group hug as they each stay by your side as you heal and help train you back once you were back in the gym and backstage. They all train with you leading you and lita to bond outside of the gym and training, the two of you enjoy dates together from lunch, shopping, swimming, and dinner at each other's houses to ice cream, dancing, drinks with friends, and movie nights enjoying every one together before slowly opening up to leading to a passionate kiss between the two of you and after a couple of more weeks you told your group of friends and new allies of your relationship which made them all cheer and pay up on the long timed bet made months ago, you smile walking down the ring to fight chavo sharing high fives witb your friends ringside before climbing in putting an all out revenge beatdown between the two of you not letting anyone interfere whether to distract or help you proving that no matter the odds of who you were against that you could put up a real fight and weren't giving up unless you were really injured or unconscious, you scream in joy at the win being lifted up and hugged by your friends getting a tight one wrapped up in lita's arms before she is kissing you making your friends as the crowd cheers flipping off anyone who was being disrespectful to the two of you as you all head backstage feeling on cloud nine giggling when lita wraps her arms around you and kissing your cheek and temple "I'm so proud of you" you melt sharing a tender kiss before continuing the small celebration with your family that would only grow for the next few years.

#lita x reader #wwe #wwe x reader #lita

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judgementdaysunshine · 8 months

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Requesting for Lita. Anything works for me.

Yesss aaaah

That laugh

Pairing: Lita x Fem reader

Description: Lita loves hearing you laugh and tells you why after your curiosity takes hold

Everything about you made Lita fall head over heels for you not too long after you became a part of the small group with her and the hardy brother Matt and Jeff. She first noticed your smile that always lit up the room when you walked in with a wave and the prettiest smile she had ever seen, next she noticed your eyes always full of emotion and expressive in and out of the ring always looking someone in their eyes when you talked to them even for a second or when nothing was going on, then she noticed how big hearted and truly kind you were to everyone from other wrestlers, medics, trainers, and refs always apologizing when you would accidentally hurt one which was only a small slap or kick even being friends with the most unlikely of wrestlers from Kane, Stone Cold, and Randy Orton to Great Khali, Undertaker, and even Chris Jericho despite the past incident of him knocking unconscious while in a match against Edge leading to you being wheeled out and jericho receiving a locker room beat down especially from her, jeff, edge, matt, Rey Mysterio, and many other wrestlers who had jumped in the ring from the locker room as soon as you were unconscious on a table outside of the ring. Finally the one thing that never failed to change her thoughts, day, and attitude was your laugh, your laugh was so full of life, childlike joy, and pure happiness whenever anything happened that would have your laugh bubble out of you making her just fall for you even more and she would melt like honey hearing your laugh even from miles away she knew your laugh and would smile when she would see you laughing, eyes crinkled up full of joy, smile big and wide showing the pure joy on your face, and laugh flowing softly and happily from your soul and it would flow even more when you see would see lita deciding to take a leap of faith and show your feelings for her, you had matt and jeff distract her enough for you to get in her locker room texting them letting them know to let her leave to her locker room where you were waiting for her, she opens the door only to see you with a bouquet of flowers, champagne, and wearing a beautiful light pink sundress leaving her a smiling and giggling mess as she walks to you pulling you in a kiss bursting into laughter as you hold each other "God i could listen to that laugh forever" you both head out for dinner to start the new step of your relationship together.

#lita #wwe x reader #wwe #lita x reader

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judgementdaysunshine · 6 months

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This is who I am

Pairing: Rey Mysterio x Fem autistic reader

Description: Rey stands by your side after seeing you confront your biological father

Gif credits to @laknxght

You felt many emotions that were held in for the majority of your life surface and memories flood through you when you open your locker room door to see the man who had caused so much suffering and pain in your life. The rage came flooding over you after he walked in saying he was proud of you making a name for yourself which only added fuel to the burning fire as your fists clenched knowing if you were to use physical force you would likely be suspended or lose your job chugging water before staring at him as he locks eyes with you while Rey was in the ring with Edge and Randy Orton in a tag team match against Triple H, Bautista, and Christian not knowing the emotional, trauma filled, and wound opening confrontation taking place backstage between you and the man who left you and pretended you didn't exist until out of the blue he was here and pretended he gave a damn when he didn't care at all seeing through the act he was putting on stopping him as he said he wanted to be in your life "You had a chance to be years ago when I was younger and there was still time for me to not really realize how bad of a person you were and change to be in my life but you fucking threw that chance away like trash and you pretended i wasn't even fucking alive!" you hadn't realized that the match was done and that rey and the boys won walking backstage in disbelief by the big win but stop hearing yells from your locker room. "You saw me when I was twelve years old and lied about knowing me at all because you wanted to get drugs from your friends in the store fucking parking lot!" you follow him in the hall where the boys saw the two of you "You left a woman and two kids alone to fend for themselves and you didn't give a fuck whether we were safe, fed, taken care of, or even alive you only cared about your pills and drugs, you don't know me!" rey feels the emotions pour out of you and his heart breaks at the tears forming in your eyes knowing about all the pain this man had caused you for so long grabbing a seething edge when your father grabs your arm as you turned away but you respond quickly "I'm a top wrestler in the women's roster and the whole fucking universe of WWE history, I've helped people who have autism like me who didn't have the care and support I did growing up, I have friends who've filled my life with joy and they're family, I've met the most wonderful man in my life who has and would never hurt me in anyway especially how you've hurt me for the past 22 years! I'm 25 and I haven't seen you since I was three and all you did was tell mom how much of a burden we all were to you and I've blamed myself for all of it and suffered in pain because I was so afraid of being like you but I've learned that I can take what I have of you in me and make good from it which is what I've done and what I will do for the rest of my life and that includes you never coming back on my life, I've been fine without you I didn't need you then and I don't need you now". "The only change is that I know the truth which you can't change no matter how much you lie and that I actually get to say bye this time, this is who I am and you didn't have no part so goodbye, stranger" you walk away as the tears flowed looking to see the boys before edge and randy personally escort him out while you quietly cried in rey's arms "I'm proud of you I love you mi girasol" the two of you share an emotional tender kiss laying your head on his shoulder when edge and randy come back sharing two warm hugs with them before you and rey watch Eddie's match against Matt Hardy "I love you, thanks for loving me no matter what honey" he wraps his arms around you pulling you in his lap with your hands intertwined and head on his chest smiling when he'd press a kiss to your forehead.

#rey mysterio #wwe x reader #wwe #rey mysterio x reader

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