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wrestlersownmyheart · 7 months

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

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

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

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

Haunted House

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded reluctantly, “O-okay.”

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

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

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

You nodded your agreement with a soft hum of approval.

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

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

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

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

“This is gonna be fun,” he exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ma`am…”

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

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

Freddy was getting pretty snarky.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Freddy was down for the count.

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you, Randy.”

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

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

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

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

THE END

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mamirhodessxox · 22 days

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Randy just came on i’m gonna fucking bust

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claymorexpunisher · 1 year

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Feeling The Christmas Spirit (18+ One Shot)

Pairing(s): Randy Orton/Fem. Reader

Summary: Reader gets the idea to have a gingerbread house contest with her boyfriend, Randy. Spoiler alert: everyone wins.

Tags: 18+, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, teasing, a bit of food play, you're gonna feel the holiday and the holy spirit, I'm sure.

Word Count: 933

‘’You want us to have a gingerbread house contest? Isn’t it a little late for that, babe?’’ Randy mused.

Sure, it wasn’t Christmas anymore, but it was still December!

It was still the holiday season, so I thought it was still fitting for us to have this contest.

Besides, I had plans for us and going through with those plans on Christmas day felt a bit predictable.

Gotta keep my man on his toes…

‘’So what? Itll be fun!’’ I exclaimed.

Randy looked on in amusement as I went upstairs, not waiting for him to answer.

His amusement dropped when I came back downstairs, decked out in a crimson red Santa outfit that didn’t leave much to the imagination…

The cold air in our home hit my legs, but Randy’s smoldering stare warmed me up straight away…

‘’I didn’t know we had to wear Santa outfits too,’’ Randy murmured.

I smiled to myself at the distracted tone in his voice.

‘’You’re looking festive yourself!’’ I mused.

I heard him follow me into the kitchen where I began taking everything that we needed out from the cabinets.

Like I said, I had everything planned and calculated…

I didn’t waste a single second before I started messing with him.

Looking right at Randy’s Christmas pj-covered crotch from my position crouched down near the bottom cabinets, I stared right at his hardening cock as if I hadn’t noticed it before.

‘’Very, very festive…’’ I repeated as I ran a fleeting hand over the prominent bulge in front of me.

I pretended not to hear him suck in a deep, surprised breath.

Then I continued rummaging through the crap in our bottom cabinet, searching for the powdered sugar.

‘’Oh, is this what we’re doing?’’ I heard Randy mutter.

The gruff desire disguised as amusement in his voice sent waves of shock right down to my clit.

Let the games begin…

Once the frosting was made and everything was laid out, we got down to business.

‘’You haven’t mentioned what I’m gonna get when I win.’’ Randy smirk.

I threw my head back and laughed heartily, shaking my head, and licking a bit of frosting from my index finger.

I watched Randy’s eyes glaze over in arousal, following my movements like a hawk.

‘’Cute. When I win- I get a shopping spree. I need new books.’’ I smiled.

‘’That’s doable.’’ He nodded. ‘’When I win… I get you.’’ He said, his eyes roaming hungrily over my curves.

I laughed again, biting my lip as I followed his gaze.

‘’That’s what you want? You don’t want anything else?’’ I giggled.

‘’Right now? Nah. That’s exactly what I want.’’ Randy said, pulling me closer by the waist.

I playfully shoved him away before he could press his lips to mine.

‘’Alright, deal. You get me. Anytime, anywhere, any place.’’ I said, smirking as Randy’s eyes lit up to match my devilish grin.

‘’Oh, you’re definitely losing now…’’ he said, whispering as if being at his mercy were such a terrible fate...

‘’Oh!’’ I moaned at the sudden feeling of Randy’s soft fingertips against my bare pussy, underneath my apron.

‘’Problem?’’ he said, and I glared at the shit-eating grin on his face.

That grin didn’t last long.

‘’We need a bowl. For the sprinkles.’’ I smiled innocently.

It took two seconds too late for Randy to realize that the bowls were also in the bottom cabinet.

Pulling his pj’s down, I wrapped my mouth around the head and my hand around the base of Randy’s cock.

My tongue swirled over the head, and I let out a giggle as he cursed loudly.

I heard several M&M’s fall from up above and onto my hair as Randy’s hands slipped and reached forward to grab onto the counter.

‘’Woah! Okay...’’ Randy chuckled breathlessly. ‘’You’re not playing fair,’’ he said.

‘’And you were? Touching my pussy is playing fair?’’ I challenged, flicking my wrist in a motion that had him muffling a groan.

I decided to stop torturing him, momentarily, and as soon as we finished up our houses, we posted them online for fans to vote on.

Randy won by a landslide.

‘’You did say anytime, anywhere, anyplace….’’ Randy said, his hand on his chin as he pretended to think over his options.

Without warning, I was picked up and sat on the kitchen counter, almost knocking over our sugary creations…

‘’Randy!’’ I laughed as he began kissing my neck and lifting my apron.

My laughter was cut short as Randy reached over and he dipped his finger into the leftover bowl of white frosting, then he swiped it over my hardened nipple before giving it a languid lick.

‘’Randy…’’ I now moaned, pulling him closer to me.

‘’Lay back,’’ Randy ordered, pushing my legs back against my body as soon as I complied.

I spread myself open for him and we both moaned loudly the second our bodies became one.

My knees were practically pressing against my temples on either side as Randy wasted no time in burying himself balls deep into me.

The wet sounds of our bodies connecting mixed in with the way his eyes bore into mine didn’t leave me much of a choice.

It took a mere few thrusts, and I was coming hard, my body trembling viciously as my orgasm wracked my body.

But Randy wasn’t done.

I could only lay there as his hips kept up their unrelenting rhythm, making me feel as if I were no longer in my body.

I was floating far, far away and I could only weakly beg for more…

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anonybaby · 2 months

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Alright besties.. I have written a continuation to Fa’ate’aina called Fifteen and this story is about Randy and Cody and that superrrrr intriguing ring 💍 Cody’s been wearing since the Wrestlemania Kickoff. All the goings on since the Royal Rumble (Drew and Seth’s promos with Cody and The Rock returning) has sparked my interest in the fantasy elements I see in these ongoing storylines..and that trailer ? I mean COME ON. Anywho..

I really hope you all give it a read and I especially hope you all enjoy!!

(Special shout out to @luxinwonderland for providing perfect pictures and for being as curious about that ring 💍 as I was and doing research on it.)

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vanillawurld · 11 months

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Masterlist ღ

WWE -

+ Roman Reigns ღ

+ Cody Rhodes ღ

+ Jeff Hardy ღ

+ Rhea Ripley ღ

+ Randy Orton ღ

let me know what other WWE wrestler you want to see :)

MARVEL -

+ Miguel O'Hara (Spiderman-2099) ღ

let me know what other Marvel character you want to see :)

MORTAL KOMBAT -

+ Johnny Cage ღ

+ Bi-han (Sub-Zero) ღ

+ Kuai Liang (Scorpion) ღ

+ Tomas Vrbada (Smoke) ღ

+ Mileena ღ

+ Kitana ღ

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let me know what other Mortal Kombat characters you wanna see :)

More To Come...

Things to know !

Fem! Readers- While requesting is fun, there are some things you need to know before putting one in. I only really feel comfy writing Fem! Readers because I am not quite experienced in writing anything else. But if you are not a Fem! reader, that is perfectly fine! I'm not stopping anyone from reading my work, everyone is welcome :)

Patients - Please be patient when you request something :/ I know for a fact as soon as someone requests something, I'm not gonna finish their request in a matter of 2.7 seconds (I wish I had that power). Im busy with my personal stuff and so are other writers!

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litaskick · 1 year

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hey love! i know he’s not on your list but would you ever consider writing for randy orton? no worries if not!

i don't write for randy, i'm so sorry. i just really don't know that much abt him, yk? i'm like a casual randy fan, so i know a few things here and there, not enough to write a fic and get his personality and qualities perfected though

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dirtywrestling · 2 years

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Tomorrow - Fan Fic Friday!

Don’t forget Fan Fic Friday is tomorrow, everyone! At 1700/5PM CT Randy Orton commission will be published, Part 3 to Backstage Affairs Series! Make sure to read the first two before reading part 3!

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your-mums-anus · 5 years

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Gender neutral Randy Orton fluffy oneshot with the classic “theres only one bed oooohhhh nooooo” fanfic trope

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wrestlersownmyheart · 4 years

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Designated Driver (Randy Orton X Reader) One-Shot

Pairing: Randy Orton X Reader Summary: When the Lady Thriller Randy Orton truly falls for the WWE's newest trainer, he has to get creative and just a little conniving in order to gain her affections.

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.

Content/Trigger Warnings: Drinking and that's about it

This is a gift to one of my besties--@shieldgirl18. Just because. Hope you enjoy this! :-)

Designated Driver

Randy Orton watched as the woman he was head over heels for, danced and partied the New Year's Eve night away with their fellow WWE co-workers. She was the newest trainer to be hired by the company, and like all new-comer females that came along, Randy had tried long and hard to get her into his bed. But she'd refused him.

Again and again.

She wouldn't even go out with him on a legitimate date, for crying out loud. By the time Randy realized he cared enough about her to actually take her on a real date, he knew he was monumentally screwed.

I'm in love, he realized.

He no longer cared about just having a beautiful woman on his arm, or how good she was in the sack. He no longer wanted a woman who was all looks and no brains. He loved Y/N's mind. The fact that she was beautiful only made him appreciate her intelligence even more.

But now... Now he had to watch as she danced with other men. Laughed at their jokes. Smiled shyly up at them.

I blew it, he thought.

Wait.

Unless...

He came up with a plan that was risky. It preyed on her need to see to the care of others. It could win her over, or it could make him lose her for sure.

But he'd never know till he tried...

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The party was winding down, so you began getting your jacket and purse together while taking a mental role call of everyone who left the club to get to the hotel. It was a sort of habit you had to make sure everyone was taken care of. You had some sort of mother hen complex.

Oh well, there's worse complexes to have, you thought as you watched the last couple leave the building. But something didn't feel right. Someone was missing. Mentally you went over everyone you'd seen leave and with some quick calculations realized that one Randy Orton was missing.

Inwardly, you groaned. Why him, you thought. Why me, you thought further. You began looking around the club seeing if you could spot him somewhere but to no avail. You even opened the door to the men's room and called his name out.

Nothing.

Where is he?

You pulled out your phone and stepped outside, calling Randy.

His phone rang and rang with no answer. I swear Randy Orton, when I get my hands on you...

Next, you called Cesaro—you'd seen he and Randy hanging out some lately.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Y/N. Did you see Randy tonight? You know how I am. I have to know everyone is accounted for and safe. It's my cross to bear I suppose. So did you see him?"

"I did early on, but toward the end of the party he sort of disappeared. Do you want me to come back and help you look for him?"

You sighed and rubbed your temple lightly. "No, there's no need for that. You need to get some rest for tomorrow's show. I'll find him. He has to be here somewhere because his rental is still here," you said, noticing the large SUV parked on the lot.

At that moment, you heard the scuffle of shoes on pavement, and turned to find Randy headed toward you, his gait unsteady.

"Ugh," you groaned aloud. "Here he comes and he looks drunk as hell. I'll talk to you later, Cesaro. Thanks for your help." With that, you ended the call and turned to face Randy.

"Y/N... I need a ride..." Randy whined, and then stumbled over literally nothing. "Got too drunk..."

You rolled your eyes and groaned again. "Oh, Lord. I was worried about you, you big jackass. And all this time you were just getting plastered?" You hurried over to him and draped one of his arms around your shoulders. "Come on. I'll get you to your hotel room."

You begrudgingly led him over to your rental and unlocked it before opening the passenger's side door and ushering Randy inside. However, he had trouble bending down without falling over.

"Oh, for crying out loud..." You put on your hand on his head and nudged him downward gently and slowly so he wouldn't bump his head. Once he was seated, you made sure he had no appendages hanging out the door before slamming it shut. Then you were hurrying around to the driver's side and getting in the car.

"Buckle your seat belt, Randy. Can you manage that," you asked, reaching for your own safety belt.

He fumbled with the belt till he had it pulled out enough to buckle, and then made a sad attempt at inserting the male end into the female end. He tried twice more, but couldn't manage even such a simple feat.

"Seriously?" You leaned over and fastened the belt for him. "To be so big and tough, you sure are helpless as a drunk."

He let out a hiccup of a laugh and leaned his head back against the headrest.

"I swear if you barf in here, Randy, you'll be the one to clean it up," you said as you started the car.

Seconds later, you were headed for the freeway that led to the hotel.

The drive was uneventful. Randy remained laid back and slept the whole way. Every now and then a snore would pass his lips and you couldn't help but chuckle. "If only your female fan base could see you now, Mr. Orton."

You finally reached the parking garage of the hotel and parked in a space.

Now came the hard part.

Getting Randy awake, and alert enough to help you lead him to his room.

"Randy? Wake up." It took you a couple of tries at nudging him awake, but he finally became somewhat responsive. "Come on. It's time to get you to your room, okay?"

A few minutes later, you had him out of the car and heading for the elevators with you.

Very slowly.

"Lord help me if you fall over," you thought out loud. "I'll never be able to get you back on your feet."

"Are we there yet," Randy slurred. "'m tired..."

"A little further," you told him as you entered the elevator. "What floor is your room on?"

"Uh..."

"Please, tell me you remember your room number. You at least have your key, right?"

"Uh..."

"Randy Orton, I'm going to kill you where you stand," you said, leaning against the wall of the elevator.

You had two options. Take Randy all the way to the front desk to find his room number and get a spare key. Or you could take him strait up to your room and let him crash on the couch.

You chose the latter.

"Come on. You can crash on my couch," you told him, punching the button to your floor. "We'll get your key situation sorted out in the morning."

"Thanks," he slurred out, and giving you an awkward one armed hug. You stiffened. Randy Orton was not a hugger, so apparently alcohol lowered his inhibitions a tad.

Several long, and grueling minutes of halfway hauling Randy down your hallway later, you were in your room and turning on lights as you went. You heard the door close and lock, but thought nothing of it. Randy was just securing the room for the night.

But, wait. He was not able to buckle his seat belt earlier. How did he manage locking a door? How did he even know to lock a door when he was in the shape he was in?

You turned to face him and saw a hint of that cocky smirk he wore more than half the time.

"Randy?"

"Yeah?"

You looked into his eyes. They weren't bloodshot and the pupils weren't dilated or anything. He looked clear-headed now.

You backed up a step. "You- You're not drunk, are you?"

"Don't panic," Randy said softly, holding his hands up in a defensive gesture. I just wanted to talk to you."

"About?" You asked, trying hard to do as he said and not panic. What does he want, you wondered.

"I want to know why you'll never be alone with me, until tonight, that is. Why you won't let me take you on a date." He looked at the sofa. "Could we sit down while we discuss this?"

You slowly made your way to the sofa and sat down as he did the same. He sat on the opposite end from you, giving you a little space. For which you were very grateful, because you were still too uneasy to sit right beside him.

You swallowed hard and prepared your answer to his question. "Well, Randy... I guess it's because I know you only want to go to bed with me. After that, you'd be done with me. And I'm just not that kind of woman. I am looking for commitment, not a one night stand."

Randy nodded, avoided your eyes. "I know. I used to be a one night stand kinda guy. But..."

"When did that stop," you asked.

"When I met a certain trainer," he said with a soft smile. He finally looked into your eyes. "It hit me one day that I wanted more than some brainless but beautiful bimbo on my arm. I want someone with some substance and intelligence."

"Randy... I don't know what to say," you replied, feeling flustered It was your turn to avoid his gaze. "So... you faked the whole being drunk thing just to get me alone?"

"To talk, yes," Randy said. "I'm sorry. I just didn't know how else to get you alone. You always want to help and care for someone, so I used that. Again I apologize. I actually do have my room's key card. So I can leave whenever you want me to."

That got your attention. You'd never seen Randy apologize for anything. Ever. And he was being very accommodating to your feelings and wishes.

"Thank you," you said, feeling a bit awkward. "So, you want to take me on a date? That's it?"

His lips quirked up a bit at the corners. "I want to take you on a lot of dates."

"And is sex involved in these dates," you asked sardonically.

"Only if, and when you are ready for it," he answered.

He seemed deadly serious when he answered you. He seemed different to you. And for that reason, you were willing to give him a chance.

"Alright, Randy. We can date," you said with a smile. "Just please remember you said sex could come when I'm ready."

"I'm willing to wait as long as it takes," Randy said. "Now, may I kiss you?"

You giggled in spite of yourself. He clearly was making an effort to be a gentleman and it was adorable. "Yes."

He took his time in sliding closer to you, lifting his hand to your face and brushing his fingers down your cheek. His gaze met yours briefly and then scanned your face, memorizing it. "So beautiful," he uttered. Then his hand went to the back of your head and pulled your face closer to his. Then he closed the gap between the two of you and captured your mouth with his. His lips were soft and warm against yours. You whimpered and then gasped to which he ran his tongue along your lower lip, asking permission. In reply, you slid your tongue past his lips and ran it over his.

And then the battle of the kiss was on.

He cradled your face in both his large hands and kissed you deeply, running his tongue along the roof of your mouth, your teeth, and finally over your own tongue. The passion between the two of you was combustible. And if not for the ringing of your phone, there's no telling how much hotter it would have become.

Groaning, and signaling to Randy to stay quiet, you answered the call.

It was only Cesaro calling to check in and see if you'd found Randy. A couple minutes later, you hung up and smiled softly at Randy to soften your next words. "I really want you to stay, so you'd probably better go."

Randy smiled in return, "Okay. But just so we're clear... We are dating, correct?"

You nodded. "Yes, Randy. We're dating."

"Okay." He stood to his feet and went over to your door with you following close behind.

"Good night, Y/N. I'll see you tomorrow? We can work out when to have our first date."

You nodded again, "Sounds good. Good night Randy."

"Be sure and lock the door behind me," he told you, reaching down and giving you another soft kiss to the mouth.

"So bossy," you teased. Though secretly you loved that he was being protective.

With that, he walked out your door with one last smile over his shoulder.

You quickly locked up and got ready for bed, a dreamy smile on your face.

You couldn't wait for that first date.

The End

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mamirhodessxox · 1 month

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New FF In the works because I keep coming up with ideas every single night when I should be sleeping

Dead Witches Wish

Vampire!Cody Rhodes x Witch Fem OC!Reader

Genre: Horror, Thriller, Paranormal, Mystery, Smut

Contents: Violence, Death, Marijuana, Alcohol, Disturbing descriptions of certain paranormal creatures, Smut in later chapters, Arachnophobia, Stalking.

Desc: Evara Barker has a family history of her family living in small towns right near the Appalachian Mountains which is a place known to hold mysteries, but one of the towns take place in Salem Massachusetts which is right by the mountains, she & her bestfriend Renna decided to move there after she started to have cryptic dreams of a woman giving her signs that she is destined to be in that exact town that is known for many disturbing things involving the Salem Witch Trials.

This story will be inspired by The Salem Witch Trials, The folklore & creepy stories on the Appalachian mountains.

Character List:

Evara Barkee

Renn Alden

Cody Rhodes (Lowkey a stalker 😃👍)

Randy Orton

Emilia Rhodes

Other characters will be introduced throughout this series.

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claymorexpunisher · 11 months

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As Fate Would Have It-(CH.5/?) (18+ Fic)

Pairing(s): Drew McIntyre/OFC

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

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

Total Word Count: 5,604

That night’s show went smoothly- for the most part.

Everything was going great until Randy fuckin Orton made it all go to shit.

Being a writer for the WWE, Fate either watched the show from a small monitor in her office, or- if it was a storyline she was particularly working on or invested in- she watched from directly backstage with the rest of the staff and wrestlers.

Fate opted to watch directly backstage that night, knowing Drew had a couple segments with Randy getting involved.

To say that Fate was invested in this particular storyline was a massive understatement.

At first her investment was casual.

But the closer she and Drew got, and the more personal this feud with Randy became, the more uncomfortable it became for Fate.

She couldn’t explain why but she just knew shit was gonna hit the fan sooner rather than later.

And she was right.

The first punt, they all knew was fake- stellar selling on Drew’s part, though.

It had her heart in her throat and she struggled to stay in her seat and not run over to him to check on him. She and Drew might not be anything more than casual but it didn’t mean she felt nothing for the man.

The second punt looked like it hit its mark a little more.

By the third, Fate was ready to throw up with worry.

It was like Randy really threw himself into this storyline and it was as if he were almost angry at Drew for actually getting up, even though the storyline called for Drew to do so.

Somewhere along the way, the line began to get blurry, mainly for Randy. And this was just the start of it.

Fate didn’t want to know how much worse it was going to get when the two finally had their next match for the WWE title.

It seemed like the more encounters they had, the uglier things got. And right now, it wasn’t looking good for Drew.

Fate couldn’t watch Drew thrashing around, clearly disoriented and barely able to stand as the surrounding staff of EMTs rushed to check on him.

‘’Get your damn hands off me! I’m fine!’’ Drew yelled at them all. His eyes were wild and unfocused as his body shook with rage.

The man ran his hands through his hair and stumbled around the backstage area, pacing like a caged animal and trying to wave the EMTs off some more.

‘’Drew. Let them check on you.’’ Fate begged the Scotsman. ‘’ Please.’’

‘’I said I’m fine!’’ Drew shouted. ‘’Where’s Randy?!’’ He roared at nobody in particular.

‘’I think he already left the building. Babe..please. Look at you, you can barely focus on anything!’’ Fate implored with the man, not noticing the endearment slip through her tongue.

But Fate was wrong. Randy was still in the arena. And he made his presence known, coming up behind Drew once again as he smiled maliciously.

‘’Aw, what’s the matter, Drew? Got a lil boo boo, huh? You alright?’’ Randy taunted.

Fate wasn’t having it.

Standing in front of Drew almost as if to shield him even though he and half the locker room dwarfed her in size, she glared at Randy just as maliciously.

‘’Leave. Now. I think you’ve done plenty.’’

Fate didn’t break eye contact with Randy for a few tense seconds, until he lifted his hands and slowly backed away from her and Drew.

‘’Let’s go,’’ she said to Drew, walking him along with the EMTs back to his locker room where they could check on him privately.

She noticed Drew suddenly grew weirdly quiet but she didn’t mention it.

Fate stayed right by Drew’s side, listening carefully to the EMTs as they explained to them that Drew had a-luckily minor, concussion.

Still they explained that he needed to be monitored closely.

‘’I’m assuming she’ll be staying with you?’’ One of the EMTs said to Fate.

‘’Uh-‘’ Drew started to answer.

‘’Yes, I will.’’ Fate interrupted. She didn’t miss the look Drew directed her way, but she didn’t care.

She wasn’t letting him out of her sight.

‘’Perfect. Just fyi, he can sleep but you need to make sure to wake him every now and then. Just to be on the safe side. We’re not moving forward with an MRI yet seeing that he’s just a little bit disoriented but there’s no sign of memory loss. But if he starts throwin’ up, get him to the hospital. Alright?’’ Said the EMT, shaking Fate’s hand and giving her a polite smile.

‘’Perfect. Thank you,’’ Fate replied, smiling back at the man before sending him on his way out.

‘’I have to go get my stuff from my office so we can go.’’ Fate said to Drew in a rush.

‘’Great. Are you gonna carry me to the car as well?’’ Drew snapped, making Fate turn to him in slight shock.

‘’ ‘Scuse me?’’ She asked, raising her brow at the icy tone Drew directed at her.

‘’You know exactly what I’m talking about,’’ Drew said to Fate with a mildly disoriented yet hard glare in her direction.

Fate just stared at him in confusion. ‘’The hell are you talkin about, dude?’’ She asked, waving her hands incredulously.

‘’Look. You’re obviously not feeling well, so, I’m gonna go get my stuff so we can head outta here and get ya into bed.’’

She was just about to walk out when Drew’s words stopped her and made her face burn red hot.

‘’I don’t need you to look after me. Or tuck me in like a child. I’m a big boy, and I can handle myself..’’ Drew said in a petulant tone that Fate wasn’t exactly used to.

‘’So what- We fuck once or twice and suddenly that makes you think you can speak for me?’’ Drew scoffed.

In the middle of his outburst, he shut his eyes tightly as he tried to get his vision to focus, growling in frustration under his breath when it only worked somewhat.

Fate’s hands shook and her bottom lip instantly started trembling with incoming tears as soon as Drew’s callous words hit her ears.

She and Drew hadn’t exactly been nice to one another from the second they met.

They would constantly take shots at each other but, she could dish it right back and it didn’t really bother her.

This, however, was on another level.

She wanted to blame Drew’s cruel words on his stress what with Randy being on his ass, and on the mild concussion he suffered that night, but she refused to do so. She refused to make excuses for him.

But to say that Drew’s words cut her right to the core was a gross understatement.

Fate kept her back toward Drew as she spoke, clearing her throat in order to stop the tears from being apparent in her voice.

‘’Fine. You can take care of yourself? Cool.’’

‘’Great.’’ Drew bit back.

Fate let out a soft chuckle that didn’t really hold any real emotion, and turned to face the Scotsman finally.

Fate kept her face emotionless as well as she finally faced him.

Self preservation was her specialty when she needed it most.

Looking back at Drew, she chuckled once again, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned her back against the door looking Drew up and down in complete distaste.

‘’He really got to you, uh?’’ She smirked at him. All the traces of worry and concern were wiped off her face.

‘’What’s that supposed to mean?’’ Drew asked, standing up for only a moment before he had to plop his dizzy body back down on the bench in his locker room.

‘’You’re so threatened by him that he wasn’t the only one who forgot that none of this shit is real and quite frankly, it’s embarrassing… look at ya, Drew. Look at you!’’ She said, gesturing wildly as her voice raising an octave before she reeled herself back in.

‘’Your ego is so fuckin shot right now and it shows. It’s so shot and you’re takin it out on me. But thats okay. You do you,’’ Fate continued.

Drew’s eyes slid down to his hands resting on his lap, his shoulders now drooping as he slowly began to realize how much of a prick he was being even through his slightly disoriented state.

‘’You’ve spent your entire return to the WWE, preaching about how you no longer wanted things handed to you. That you knew WHY you got fired. That you understood, that you were a man now,’’ Fate ranted, ticking off every point off her fingers.

‘’..Well, fuckin act like it, then. Grow up. Shit will not always go your way and you’re gonna have to deal with it.’’

And with that, Fate made her way out of Drew’s locker room, not stopping even as she heard Drew weakly calling for her to come back.

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anonybaby · 28 days

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Chapter 9 is officially up! And I want to dedicate this one to all of the #Candy besties who have been sticking to this story and waiting oh so patiently for their reunion, I hope you truly enjoy reading this chapter. This one is for YOU! 🩶

#randy orton #cody rhodes #candy #the greatest love story ever told #ao3 fanfic #wwe #fanfiction #fan fic rec #fan fic writing #the greatest love story never told #fanfic

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ambrollinsisbae · 6 years

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Dating Randy Orton Would Include ___:

- Randy being supportive of you but always having his opinion

- You always getting excited when he RKOs someone

- Him being super protective of you no matter what

- You get to travel with him and understand his life style

- Him telling you how much he loves you when he finds the perfect opportunity

- Him quickly realizing he needs to tie you down before someone snatches you up

#wwe #randy orton #the viper #rko #dating would include #wwe fan fic

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gamergirl929 · 4 years

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The Commentator’s Secret (Charlotte Flair x Reader)

Anonymous Request: I was just wondering about any time in the future could you write a charlotte x G!P reader?? Crazily get if its not your thing no bother, I also know you're suuuuper busy so theres no need to answer to this ask! thank you for all the stories though

Now, this fic is going to be a LITTLE different than most gp stories, I went for a more emotional fic for the first time around.

A part 2 to this is ALREADY planned, and I’m already working on it, so the long won’t be TOO long.

I just think that a story like this needs to be handled in a way that is of no offense to anyone AND takes a situation that I’ve only ever seen people write as sexual, and change it to something more emotional.

PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK. FEEDBACK ON THIS ONE IS REALLY IMPORTANT TO ME!

Charlotte hums as you strut past her backstage, the woman’s eyes on you as you stare at the paper in your hands, completely enthralled by whatever is written on it.

She flips around shamelessly ogling you as you walk away.

“Yer drooling.”

Charlotte jumps at the sound of her best friend, Becky Lynch’s voice, the blonde rolling her eyes.

“Shut up.” She growls, turning back towards you, unfortunately realizing that you’re out of sight.

“She’s gone.”

Charlotte turns to her best friend with a glare.

“I can tell.” She grumbles, the Irishwoman snickering as she chases after the blonde.

“Ya can’t get rid of me dat easy.” Becky catches up with her, the tall blonde throwing her arm around her friend’s shoulders.

“Yer just mad because ya didn’t get ta ogle Y/N more.”

Charlotte shrugs.

“Maybe.”

Becky scoffs.

“Maybe my arse.”

***

Charlotte hadn’t FORMALLY met the newest commentator on Monday Night Raw, but of course, she’d seen you backstage, typically with your attention focused on something that WASN’T your surroundings.

That was of course until one day, you nearly trampled over Charlotte, a blessing in disguise really considering she’d been wanting to talk to you since she first saw you backstage.

“I-I-I-I'm so sorry Cha- Ms. Flair.” You clear your throat, Charlotte smiling as she places a hand on your forearm.

“Call me Charlotte.” She smiles, your cheeks flushing as you rub the back of your neck.

“Well uhhh, Charlotte, it’s nice to actually meet you, bi-big fan.” You laugh nervously. “I’m Y/N.”

Charlotte takes your hand, giving it a squeeze.

“Nice to finally meet Raw’s newest commentator.”

You click your tongue, shaking your head.

“Not until tonight.” You wink, the blonde grinning.

“Well, from what I’ve heard from your Podcast, I’d say you’re going to do just fine.” She grins, your eyes widening.

“Y-You’ve listened to my Podcast?” You whisper in disbelief, the blonde’s grin widening.

“Surprised?” She asks and you shrug.

“Maybe a little.”

The two of you go silent for a moment, your eyes widening when you realize you’re still holding Charlotte’s hand.

“S-S-Sorry...” You mumble, pulling your hand away from hers, the blonde shrugging.

“Don’t be.” She takes a step backwards, her eyes running down your front.

“It was nice meeting you Y/N...”

You watch her go, the woman eventually turning around and taking her leave, your mouth agape as you stare down the hallway.

“Ye-Yeah you too.”

You clear your throat, the butterflies in your stomach making your eyes widen.

It was NO doubt that Charlotte Flair was beautiful, and something ELSE was also aware of that, something you’d rather like to keep hidden from any, and everyone.

***

“Noticed ya talkin’ ta Y/N backstage earlier.” Becky gives Charlotte a nudge, the blonde smirking.

“Thought I’d introduce myself.” Her smirk stretching across her face, earning an eye roll from the woman beside her.

“I bet ya did.”

Just as the words leave Becky’s mouth, your voice comes over the television, the blonde grinning as your velvety, raspy voice sounds through your headset, a complete contrast to you nervous, warbly voice from earlier.

“She definitely didn’t sound like that when we met.” She snorts, Becky, shaking her head.

“Yer a Flair, ya make everyone nervous.” She teases, earning an eye roll from the blonde.

“I do not.”

Just as the words leave her mouth, a tech with a clip board covering his face makes his way towards the two.

“M-M-Ms. Flair, you’re on in 5.” He whispers before basically sprinting away.

Charlotte turns to Becky, the Irishwoman smirking.

“Shut up.”

“Didn’t say a thing.”

***

The moment you realize Charlotte’s match is coming up next you can’t help but smile, eager to see the woman in action, her music hits and the crowd cheers, the woman walking out onto the stage, demanding attention, the woman absolutely glowing as she spins around, showing off one of her MANY decorative robes.

You watch with a grin as she makes her way down to the ring, discussing with your commentary mates about what they think is next for The Queen.

“Without a doubt Charlotte Flair belongs in the title picture, not because she’s a Flair, but because she has the talent and skill, she belongs in that picture.” You say, eyes widening when Charlotte moves towards the commentator’s table.

She ducks down, covering your microphone with one hand, all the while whispering in your ear.

“You’re doing a great job.”

The blonde pulls back with a grin, the woman winking before she gets in the ring, the ref OF COURSE, holding the ropes for her.

“What did she say to you?” Byron Saxton asks and you grin.

“For me to know Saxton, for me to know.”

You clear your throat, again feeling the hints of arousal, the woman’s hot breath on your ear making a shiver run down your spine.

You again clear your throat, gathering yourself.

You watch intently as Charlotte clasps a microphone, glancing around the arena, demanding silence without saying a word.

Eventually, she clears her throat, though before she can even speak, Ruby Riott’s music hits.

“Ohhh, what could this be about?” Byron smirks and you chuckle.

“Charlotte Flair is the best in the business, what better way to solidify yourself than stepping up to the Queen?” You ask, a brow quirking when Liv Morgan’s music hits.

“You’re right Y/N, and if The Riott Squad want ANYONE out of the title picture it’s Charlotte Flair, because when she gets a title, she knows how to keep it.” Samoa Joe adds.

The Riott Squad doesn’t utter a single word, the two women sharing a glance before they make a mad dash for the ring, but Charlotte is ready for them.

It’s only a matter of seconds later that both Ruby and Liv are on their backs, Charlotte standing over the two of them, arms outstretched.

She ducks down, picking her discarded mic up off the mat.

“I was only supposed to face Ruby, but since you wanted to interfere Liv, why don’t we make it a handicap match?” Charlotte smirks, everyone cheering as she drops her mic on Ruby.

“Always cocky, do you think Charlotte’s biting off more than she can chew?” Samoa Joe asks and you shake your head.

“I think she’ll be just fine.”

***

Charlotte was MORE than fine considering she picked up the win, the woman smirking as the ref holds her hand up in the air.

“So, Y/N, what did you think about seeing The Queen in action live?” Byron asks, just as the blonde turns to you, sending you a stealthy wink.

“Seeing her live for the first time, I have to say I’m in awe of what she does in the ring, and I can’t wait for next week.” You grin, the blonde grinning as she slips out of the ring, strutting up the ramp.

“Ohhhh, does Y/N have a favorite?” Samoa Joe nudges you and you grin.

“I mean, I’m definitely impressed, and I can’t wait to see more.”

***

“So, what did you think?”

Your brows arch as you turn to face Charlotte, a grin stretching across your face.

“I think everyone is right when they say Charlotte Flair is the best in the business.”

Charlotte smirks.

“Trying to butter me up?”

You shrug.

“Is it working?”

Charlotte in turn, shrugs back.

“Maybe.”

***

“Hey, Y/N.”

You jump, picking your head up from the paper you’re reading, smiling when you see Charlotte making her way towards you, though she’s not alone.

Your eyes double in size as you stand up straight, as tall as you can.

“Holy shit you’re Ric Flair.” You say out loud, covering your face with the paper you’re holding.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?” You ask, cheeks flushing.

Charlotte giggles and Ric laughs.

“You sure did kiddo.” He smiles.

You pout when seconds later, Charlotte swipes the paper from you, revealing your flushed red cheeks to the two Flair’s.

“I-I-It's a real honor to meet you sir.” You hold your hand out, the man giving it a firm shake.

“You too, it’s nice to see a new face on the commentary team.” He grins, the man’s eyes widening when someone, that someone being Randy Orton, gives him a pat on the back.

Ric turns, pressing a kiss to Charlotte’s cheek before he again holds his hand out, another firm shake shared between the two of you.

“It was great meeting you kid, can’t wait to see more of you.” He smiles before he and Randy take their leave, leaving you and Charlotte behind.

“Warn me when a literal LEGEND in the business wants to meet me.” You pout, Charlotte rolling her eyes as she studies the paper you were reading.

“Who doesn’t want to meet Raw’s newest commentator?” She asks, huffing when you swipe the sheet of paper back from her.

“I’m not THAT special.” You say as the two of you start making your way down the hallway, Charlotte humming.

“You are, everybody really likes you.”

You stop, turning to her with wide eyes.

“Wait, really?” You grin in disbelief the woman giggling as she places a hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, what isn’t there to like about you?” She says, cheeks flushing when she realizes exactly what she said.

You clear your throat, cheeks flushing.

“I mean, coming from someone like you who is literal perfection?” You snort, your eyes doubling in size.

Charlotte glances away bashfully.

“That’s-

“Excuse me, Y/N, mind if we have a word?”

You jump at the sound of Triple H’s voice, turning to the man with a smile.

“S-Sure, of course.” You turn back to Charlotte grinning shyly.

“See you later?” You rub the back of your neck nervously; a tick Charlotte finds endearing.

“Of course.”

With that, you and Triple H take your leave, the two of you speaking in hushed tones as you make your way down the hallway.

Charlotte crosses her arms across her chest, watching you until you round the corner and move out of sight.

“Whathca lookin at?” Becky asks, coming out of nowhere and Charlotte smirks, shaking her head.

“Nothing.”

***

The way your voice husks through your microphone makes Charlotte feel even more attracted to you than she already was.

She couldn’t deny what she was feeling for you, but she KNEW it went well beyond coworkers and FAR beyond friendship.

Watching you cockily smirk at the commentary table, the way you’d laugh when Samoa Joe cracked jokes at the expense of some WWE Superstars, mainly Seth Rollins, and Byron Saxton himself, BUT you at times would stick up for the man, considering before you joined the team, he’d been your favorite.

Charlotte couldn’t get enough of your smoky voice sounding throughout the backstage area, the way it would demand attention, contrasting from the way Byron and Samoa Joe would talk.

The woman had a habit of going back on the WWE Network to listen to your commentary during her match, each and every time you sung her praises.

Unbeknownst to her, you’re currently standing behind her, the woman smiling when the camera snaps to you at the commentary table.

“What are you watching there?” You ask, the blonde letting out a squeak that makes you snort, your arms wrapping around your middle as you double over in laughter.

Charlotte growls, giving you a half-hearted shove.

“Shut up.”

You gasp, attempting to catch your breath as you wipe the tears from the corner of your eyes.

“I’m sorry, that was just TOO good.”

Charlotte huffs, leaning against a nearby wall, the woman sending you a mock glare as you lean against the wall beside her.

“I WAS watching my favorite commentator, not sure now.”

You pout, putting your best puppy dog eyes on display.

It only takes a millisecond for the woman to cave.

“Alright, stop with the puppy dog eyes.” She demands, nudging you playfully with her shoulder.

“Wow, that was easy, I’ll have to remember that.”

Charlotte sends you a mock glare and you grin, the woman chuckling.

“I was listening to a certain someone’s commentary on my match.” She smiles, a smile you mime.

“Anyone I know?” You ask innocently.

“No, you don’t know them.”

You gasp, sighing loudly.

“AND HERE I thought I was your favorite.”

Charlotte smiles, her head lolling to the side as she turns to you, she examines your profile for a moment, tracing your sharp jawline, the woman’s smile widening when she sees how tiny your ears are.

During her perusing, she completely misses the fact that you’d turned towards her, your eyes wide and cheeks flushing bright red.

Charlotte blinks rapidly, the woman biting her bottom lip as her eyes lock with yours.

“You are.” She whispers and your brows furrow.

“What?”

Your eyes widen when Charlotte reaches for you, the woman fixing the collar of your shirt and adjusting your tie.

Charlotte simply stares at you for a moment, her green orbs darting from your eyes, to your lips and back before she grins.

“You are my favorite.”

You swallow hard, taking a deep breath as the woman takes her leave, attempting to rein your emotions in, but it’s to no avail, your forehead resting against a nearby wall.

“Thank fuck for compression shorts.” You mumble under your breath, wiggling for a second before you push off the wall and head down the hallway as if nothing had ever happened.

***

After your last interaction, you knew what you felt for Charlotte was more than friendship.

You wanted her, in a less than friendship kind of way, but what you wanted wasn’t just driven by lust, you really, really liked her, her smile made your heart skip a beat, her green orbs sent a warmth spreading through your chest that filled you with complete and utter delight.

You were falling for the woman, but there was NO WAY she could possibly feel the same, she was a Flair, she had men dropping at her feet, why would she fall for the WWE’s new commentator that she’d only known for around 6 months?

AND a woman no less.

You shake your head.

“Not a chance.” You mumble under your breath.

“Not a chance of what?”

You jump, turning on your heels to find Lana, the woman smirking as she makes her way towards you.

“Uhh, nothing.” You shrug, the woman grinning as she places a hand on your forearm.

“Didn’t seem like nothing...” She caresses your arm and your brows furrow in confusion, the thing you’re trying to hide twitching slightly.

You swallow hard.

“Uhhh, what are you-

The clearing of someone’s throat makes you turn away from the woman and to the newly appeared Charlotte Flair, the blonde making a smile stretch across your face.

“Hey.” You say as you move away from Lana, and towards Charlotte, the taller woman smirking as she sends her a glare.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Charlotte snarks, the blonde huffing before she stomps away, heels clicking on the backstage floor.

You sigh, swiping the back of your hand across your forehead.

“Dodged a bullet there.” You say, placing a hand on your heart.

Charlotte meanwhile isn’t looking at you, she’s glaring over your shoulder at Lana’s retreating form.

“Hey, you there?” You ask, Charlotte glancing from Lana, to you and back, the muscle in her jaw jumping.

“Are you alright?” You ask, the woman taking a deep breath before she abruptly turns away, leaving you to watch her go with a sad frown.

Your shoulders hunch as you too walk away, in the opposite direction, away from Charlotte.

***

Charlotte growls angrily.

“Bitch.” She snarls angrily, stomping through the backstage area, wanting nothing more than to literally snap Lana in half, in fact that was what she MAY end up doing.

“Whoa, where’s da fire?” Becky asks as she round the corner, stopping Charlotte in her tracks.

“Why do ya look so pissed?” She asks and Charlotte huffs.

“Y/N...” Charlotte starts, Becky’s brows knitting together in confusion.

“Wat about Y/N?” She asks and Charlotte growls.

“Lana was hitting on her.” She grumbles and Becky smirks, a brow arched.

“Ahh, so ya were jealous?” She teases and Charlotte sends her a deadly glare.

“I was NOT jealous.” She says, her nose crinkling and Becky snorts.

“Sorry ta break it to ya, but ya were jealous.”

Charlotte’s lips part to AGAIN deny the accusation, but slam shut seconds later, the woman knowing she can no longer deny what she was feeling for you.

“Figure it out?” Becky smirks and Charlotte groans.

“Shut up.”

***

You weren’t sure why, but Charlotte had avoided you for the entire day.

Unfortunately for you though, Lana hadn’t, she’d cornered you, multiple times, but thankfully for you, you always had a way out, by luck, techs needed you, legends, superstars.

Though unfortunately for you, you had nowhere to run when Lana caught you again.

“Lucky for me you’re not busy this time.” Lana smiles seductively as she walks your way, hips swaying.

“Ummm, actually I was-”

“She was just leaving.”

Your eyes widen when Charlotte Flair appears from basically nowhere, the woman’s green eyes full of fire as she glares Lana down.

Lana lets out a lengthy sigh, turning your way.

“When the two of you are done, how about you come find me?” She winks before again, taking her leave, Charlotte glaring daggers into her as she goes.

Charlotte, without even glancing over her shoulder at you, again goes to make a hasty retreat, but unlike the last time, you catch her wrist.

“Charlotte, what’s wrong? Why do you keep running away from me?” You ask, confused as to why the woman is again, trying to leave.

Your questions are answered when in one swift motion, Charlotte turns on her heels, shoving you back into a dark corner, her lips slamming against yours.

Your eyes widen, hands finding purchase on the woman’s waist.

Charlotte’s lips are soft, insistent, it’s then you realize you aren’t kissing back.

Charlotte’s heart lightens in her chest when your lips start moving, your hands sliding around to the small of her back, pulling her closer, your bodies flush.

You get lost in the kiss, lips meeting again and again until Charlotte’s tongue probes at your bottom lip, your lips immediately parting, allowing the woman’s tongue to invade, the two of you moaning when your tongues meet.

Your tongues tangle in a tantalizing dance, your hands slipping from the small of Charlotte’s back, to her tight covered ass, giving the firm flesh a squeeze.

You’re so lost in kissing that you don’t realize what’s happening until Charlotte grinds against you, her and your eyes flashing open.

Bile rises into your throat, your heart slamming hard, your ears ringing as you stand stock still for a moment, Charlotte’s green orbs falling to the noticeable bulge in your pants.

Charlotte’s eyes dart to yours as your cover the bulge with your hands, tears streaming down your face.

“Don’t tell.” You whisper before sprinting away, leaving the bewildered blonde behind.

***

Charlotte was confused, completely and UTTERLY confused.

What she saw was what she thought it was, right?

She’d seen it, felt it, and still she couldn’t believe it.

Though the thing that stood out to her MOST was the look of utter fear on your face, the tears streaming down your cheeks as you spoke.

“Don’t tell.”

The look on your face had completely broken her heart, the utter terror, the way your throat bobbed as you swallow, the way your chest heaved as you breathed heavily, your fight or flight response kicking in, and in this case, you had fled.

Charlotte leans back against the wall you just were leaning against, her own chest heaving as she thinks about what you’d been doing BEFORE you’d retreated.

What mattered now though, what mattered most was that she find you, because right now, you needed her.

Yes, she still COULDN’T believe what had happened, but right now, all that mattered was finding you, because you needed her.

***

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

NO.

You couldn’t believe it.

You couldn’t BELIEVE it.

After all this time, after all these YEARS of keeping your secret hidden, your secret had been revealed to none other than Charlotte Flair.

Everyone watched as you sprinted, you passed a number of your co-workers, superstars, techs and security alike, all looking at you in worry, but you didn’t stop, you didn’t stop because Charlotte was the ONLY one who was going to find out about your secret.

You sprint towards the room where you’d placed your suitcase and snatch it up completely ignoring when someone calls your name in favor of sprinting to your rental, refusing to look back.

***

Luckily for Charlotte, the two of you were staying in the same hotel, your rooms not far from one another since the two of you had rode together to the venue.

Charlotte takes a deep breath as she stops in front of your hotel room’s door, the woman eyeing the door’s surface intently.

You’d come to mean a lot to her, the woman wanting to be around you more than anything, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy what was happening before you’d made a hasty escape.

Charlotte’s cheeks flush as she thinks about how large the-

She shakes her head, clearing her throat.

After taking another deep breath, the woman reining in her courage.

A beat.

Another.

A third.

Then, she knocks.

***

You let out a groan from where you’re lying face down in your bed, knowing that the knock on your hotel room’s door must be the pizza you ordered considering the hotel’s desk was sending up the delivery boy.

You roll out of bed, glancing down at the front of your sweats, JUST to make sure what happened earlier didn’t happen again.

You shuffle towards the door, tugging the door open without looking through the peephole.

“How much do I-

You stiffen, eyes widening when you realize the person at the door ISN’T the pizza delivery boy, but it was Charlotte Flair.

“Ch-Char... Charlotte... I was...” You stammer, the blonde taking a deep breath.

“Can I come in?” She asks, voice below a whisper and you swallow hard.

You debate for a few seconds before you take a step to the side, allowing the woman inside.

Just before you go to close the door, the pizza delivery boy makes his appearance.

“Ms. Y/L/N?” He asks, his eyes widening when he sees who you are.

“That’s me.” You smile. “How much...?”

“Uhhh... O-O-On the house, I-I'm a huge fan.” He beams, his smile contagious.

You move into the room, grabbing your wallet before making your way back to the door.

“Nonsense.” You smile, fishing $100 out of your wallet.

“Keep the change.” You smile, the boy’s smile widening.

“Tha-Thanks so much! W-Would you mind a picture?” He asks. “My friends will NEVER believe me if I say I met Y/N, you’re the greatest commentator on Raw!” He says excitedly and you grin.

“Yeah, of course.”

You take a few selfies with the boy before he giddily slips your pizza out of the bag he’d brought and hands you the pizza box.

“Thank you so much Y/N!” He smiles, the man grinning further when you hand him a slip of paper, your autograph scrawled across the paper.

“No problem. Have a good one bud.”

“You too!”

You kick the door shut behind you and head back into the room, turning to Charlotte who’s sitting on the bed.

You nod to the box.

“Want a slice?” You ask the woman humming.

“I probably shouldn’t...”

You shrug.

“I won’t tell if you won’t.”

Charlotte smirks.

“Maybe just a slice.”

***

A slice turned into the two of you knocking out the entire pizza, but with the food gone, you have to talk about the elephant in the room.

Charlotte clears her throat, turning to you.

“I-I’m sorry about earlier.” She whispers and you frown, shaking your head.

“You have nothing to be sorry for...” You shrug, fidgeting nervously in the chair you’re currently sitting in.

“If I hadn’t...” Charlotte clears her throat, cheeks flushing.

“If I hadn’t have kissed you, we wouldn’t have...” You swallow hard, finding the courage to stand, making your way towards the end of the bed and sitting down.

Charlotte follows suite taking a seat beside you.

“I’m uhhh...” You blush, shrugging.

“I’m glad you kissed me.” You bite your bottom lip, seeing Charlotte smile out of the corner of your eye.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while now .” You confess in a whisper, Charlotte turning your way with a blush.

“You have?” She asks and you nod.

“Ye-Yeah...”

The two of you go silent, simply staring at one another before you clear your throat.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you...” You frown.

Charlotte shakes her head, scooting closer.

“No, don’t be sorry...”

“I have to be, I doubt you uhhh...” You glance away, the tips of your ears burning. “Wanted to, feel that...”

The bed shifts slightly and you quickly realize Charlotte has scooted closer, the woman resting her hand on the bed between you, palm up.

An invitation.

You look at her hand for a moment before taking it, interlacing your fingers, Charlotte giving your hand a squeeze.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” She says, the woman stroking the back of your hand.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” She says softly and you shake your head. ‘

“I want to.”

Your eyes widen, surprised the words had come out of your mouth.

You didn’t want to tell ANYONE your secret, at least, you didn’t before, but with Charlotte sitting in front of you, your hand in hers, you find the courage to say something to someone that you’ve never said to ANYONE.

“I’m intersex.” You mumble, Charlotte nodding, though her brow knits in confusion.

“I was uhhh, born a female but uhh, have different uhh, parts.” You say, swallowing hard, watching as Charlotte’s facial expression changes into one of understanding.

“You realize that doesn’t change who you are, right?”

Your eyes widen as you let out a humorless laugh.

“You’re kidding, right? By normal world standards, I’m a fre-

“Don’t call yourself that.” Charlotte bites, your brows furrowing in confusion at the look in the woman’s green orbs.

“I-

“No, Y/N, you’re as normal as I am, as anyone, there is nothing wrong with you, and you are NOT a freak.”

You blink once, twice, a third time, before your eyes fill with tears, tears leaking from your Y/E/C orbs and streaming down your face.

Charlotte tentatively cups your cheeks, the woman ridding them of tears with the pads of her thumbs. She leans forwards, resting her forehead against yours.

“There’s NOTHING wrong with you Y/N. Nothing at all.” She whispers, bumping her nose against yours. “Do you hear me?” She asks, earning the slightest of nods.

Charlotte tilts her head back, pressing a kiss to your forehead, something that makes your eyes widen and your cheeks flush.

Your eyes flutter shut, as you exhale loudly through your nose, Charlotte pulling back with a small smile.

Your face scrunches up as you let out a long, loud, yawn.

“You need to rest Y/N.” She whispers, brushing strands of hair out of your face. “You had a rough day.” She whispers.

You take a deep breath, your eyes locking with Charlotte’s green orbs.

“Could you...” You pause, clearing your throat, shaking your head. “N-N-Never mind.”

Charlotte chuckles.

“Tell me.”

“Y-You could stay if you wanted.” You shrug, your cheeks blood red as you look at any and everything but the woman in front of you.

Charlotte smiles, glancing around the room, quickly realizing there’s only a single bed.

You quickly realize that in the same moment, jumping to your feet, your heart in your throat.

“U-Uh, I forgot it was ju-just one bed.” You stammer, shuffling from foot to foot.

“I’m sorry.”

You’re about to make an escape to the bathroom, but before you can Charlotte catches your wrist.

“Hey, breathe, it’s okay.” She whispers, moving to her feet. “I never said I didn’t want to.” She smiles, your eyes widening as you turn to look at her, your cheeks blood red.

“Wh-What...?” You ask in disbelief, the blonde’s smile splitting into a grin.

“You heard me... Just let me go get my things.” She smiles, your eyes widening when she takes the key to your hotel room, sending you a wink before she heads out the door.

You stay stock still, staring at the door the woman had just disappeared behind, your jaw slack.

“W-Well then.” You clear your throat, sprinting around the room to clean it up, even though it was in no way a mess.

Charlotte comes back not long after, the woman smiling when she sees you in the bathroom brushing your teeth, toothbrush hanging out of your mouth as you turn to her.

“Hmmmph...” You say, grimacing, pulling the tooth brush out of your mouth and spitting into the sink.

“Hey.” You snort, the blonde shaking her head.

“Hey to you too.”

Charlotte makes her way further into the room and you take a deep breath, rinsing your mouth out before you head back into the room.

“Comfy?” You ask Charlotte, who’s currently lounging on the bed, the woman shrugging.

“I am.”

You take a deep breath, shuffling towards the bed, your eyes on your feet as you stand beside it, nervous to get into the bed.

“Hey.” Charlotte whispers, reaching for and taking your wrist, giving it a tug. “Trust me.” She whispers, giving your wrist a squeeze.

“I-I don’t want you to be uncomfortable.” You whisper, Charlotte giving your wrist another tug.

“I won’t be.” She whispers and you swallow hard.

It takes a few more tugs on your wrist for the blonde to get you into the bed, your eyes locked with hers as you slowly sit down beside her.

“Y-You’re su-

Your eyes widen when Charlotte cups your cheeks, pressing the softest of kisses to your lips.

Charlotte’s green orbs dart around your face, the woman smiling when a smile stretches across your face.

“I’m sure.” She says, her fingertips tracing your jawline.

It takes a moment for the both of you to get situated, the two of you sliding beneath the covers, a noticeable distance between the two of you.

Charlotte shakes her head, shutting the lights off before she shuffles closer to you, your eyes widening as she drapes an arm over your waist.

“Relax.” She whispers, smiling when you roll on your side and shuffle backwards, your back resting against her chest.

You let out a deep sigh, the blonde smiling as she buries her face in your neck.

“As horrible as you thought it would be?” She asks and you chuckle.

“Not even remotely.”

You let out a lengthy sigh, your eyes fluttering shut as Charlotte nuzzles into the space behind your ear, your cheeks flushing when Charlotte presses a kiss to your earlobe.

“Goodnight Y/N.” She whispers and you grin, all earlier nervousness fading away in the blonde’s arms.

“Goodnight Charlotte.”

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