#randis fics

[bi-bi-want-dragon]

Hiccstrid Week 2024

Day 1: make or break || cuddles

Astrid shivered violently as a gust of wind assaulted her from the west. “Thor Almighty!” She groaned to herself. “Ugh, I should’ve told Hiccup I needed a few more days.”

She didn’t mean that, of course. As much as she loved spending time with her newborn, she had been growing restless at home. Then again, maybe one day of very, very light training was enough to hold her over a few more days. At least until this winter storm had passed.

The village appeared all but dead behind the screaming of the wind; not a soul could be found wandering the buried streets, save Astrid. Snotlout had been walking with her, wanting to make sure she got home safely, but Astrid insisted he didn’t need to walk so far past his own home for her sake. He wasn’t pleased about it, but he also knew Astrid’s mind wouldn’t be changed. They compromised that Snotlout would at least walk her to the Great Hall, where he could both warm up before walking back home and also make sure Astrid at least made it partway up the path to the Chief’s residence. By the time he would lose sight of her in the trees, she would be nearly within sight of home.

She turned around as the trees closed in on her, finding Snotlout still standing outside the Great Hall. She waved to him to let him know she was okay, and he waved back before retreating into the warm refuge of the Hall.

Just a few moments later she could see the glow of a fire spilling through the windows of the main room. She also could see a slight glow from Valka’s home a bit further up the path and wondered how Hiccup was doing with the kids by himself. She stepped through the door and quickly shut it behind her, shaking off the cold and relishing in the warmth of the house before peeling off the extra layers of clothing. Though as she hung up some of the snow-caked outermost garments, she realized the house seemed far too quiet. No screaming babies, no running feet, no little squealing laughter, not even Zephyr and Nuffink concocting their next elaborate plot.

Where is everybody? Astrid walked past the kitchen and turned the corner into the main room. Any lingering chill in her body melted away as she took in the scene before her. Hiccup was sitting in his oversized chair, head leaned back and eyes closed. The top of his tunic was messily untied, and lying belly down on his bare skin was little newborn Willow, fast asleep in her father’s protective hands. To Hiccup’s right was a sleeping Nuffink, back leaned against Hiccup’s side and head lolled lazily against the back of the chair, arms and legs splayed out in every direction. To Hiccup’s left was Zephyr, turned in towards Hiccup with her head resting on his arm. Her body was curled protectively over her little brother Spero, who was snuggled in nicely between Zephyr’s and Hiccup’s torsos. She had her arms draped around him, and Spero was hugging one of her arms in his sleep.

Hiccup opened one eye as Astrid stepped in the room. “Hello, milady,” he whispered with a smile. “Join us?”

Before he had even invited her over, she was already leaning over Nuffink, brushing his sandy hair gently away from his sleepy eyes. She stole a kiss from Hiccup and laid her hand over baby Willow’s back when she stirred. She quickly settled back into her father’s embrace, and Nuffink blinked blearily. “Hi Momma.”

Astrid smiled. “Hi, sweetheart. Can I sit?”

He pulled himself up and curled his legs under his body, leaving plenty of space for Astrid to slide in next to him, but once she sat down he crawled into her lap instead. She chuckled and hugged him tight, kissing the top of his head before leaning her head on Hiccup’s shoulder. Hiccup kissed the top of her head in return, making her chuckle quietly. Keeping one arm wrapped around Nuffink, she slipped the other around Hiccup’s waist. She felt Zephyr’s hand touch hers, so she turned her own hand over to hold Zephyr’s.

Hiccup sighed in content. “They missed you today.”

Astrid smiled. “Maybe I’ll take tomorrow off again.”

”You earned it. I’ll let Snotlout know in the morning.” He rested his head on top of Astrid’s. “Maybe I’ll take off, too.”

”I think we’d all like that.”

”Yeah, Dada,” Nuffink said before pausing to yawn. “Stay home with us.”

Hiccup chuckled. “Alright, bud, I’ll stay home tomorrow.”

Willow began to stir again when Hiccup’s chuckle bounced her. He shushed her and rubbed her head with his thumb, settling her back to sleep. Astrid knew she needed to eat soon, but she’d raised enough babies to know you never wake them when they’re asleep. So until little Willow made it clear she was awake and ready, Astrid was going to enjoy the warm cuddles of the family she built out of love and devotion with the best father she could have asked for.

[sopuu]

🙋 everyone should check out @enden-agolor‘s forest deity au methinks

[daddyhausen]

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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「 TAGLIST 」 — @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @bayleymania @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @legit9thlunaticwarrior @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980 @harmshake @igncrxntripley @ripleyswhore @embermdk @thepalaceofmelanie @seeingstarks @kennysbadkitten @darkangelchronicles @ripleyswife @selena-tyler-564

「 COMMENT IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST 」

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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[drawnfamiliarfaces]

talk so pretty but your heart got teeth by @destiny-in-the-universe on AO3

THERE! IS! A! FIC!!!! *screaming barking*

[eringobragh420]

🎉 = series 🎀 = parts of series 👑 = standalone/one-shot 🏹 = masterlist 💎 = divider love - @enchanthings

WWE 🏹 KINKLIST - REQUESTS CLOSED (18+) 🎀 Muscle Worship — Gunther x f!Reader (18+) 🎀 Panty-Sniffing — Dexter Lumis x f!Reader (18+)

CODY RHODES, ROMAN REIGNS 👑 Animal In Me — Roman x f!Reader x cuck!Cody (18+)

DAMIAN PRIEST 🏹 Masterlist (18+)

DEXTER LUMIS 👑 Panty-Sniffing — Dexter x f!Reader (18+)

GUNTHER 👑 Circles — Gunther x f!Reader (18+) 👑 Muscle Worship — Gunther x f!Reader (18+)

JEY USO, RHEA RIPLEY 👑 She Bad — Jey x f!Reader x Rhea (18+)

RANDY ORTON 👑 Lost in the Moment — RKO x f!Reader

ROMAN REIGNS, JEY USO, JIMMY USO 🎉 Coming Undone — Roman x Jey x Jimmy x f!Reader (18+) 🎀 Part One 🎀 Part Two 🎀 Part Three

SETH ROLLINS 🎉 Reputation (Just To Save Yours) — Seth x f!OC (18+) 🎀 Part One

[randyzorra]

Poisoned Tongue | Magnetic Monster

[barklikeagod]

this moment where benson holds the door open and makes randy walk under his arm to get inside the diner drives me crazyyy. it's such an intoxicating interaction and i can’t help but wonder if he's ever done this to randy before… maybe when they've closed bbb together and randy's been a little slow gathering his things from his locker. benson's just been standing at the door all quiet, waiting. and randy's shuffled over embarrassed and feeling guilty for holding benson up. says a quick 'sorry' that has benson turning the keys over in his hand, not saying anything back. pushes the door open but stands in the way and waits again, arm up, eyes dark but the contact pointed. randy blinking. “oh. thanks.” goes under benson’s arm, gets so close the smell of cigarettes is dizzying. rubs at his nose as he heads to his car. only pausing halfway there when he realizes benson is still at the door to the restaurant, just standing there, door still open, arm still up. a fluttery, confused, “benson?” leaving him as he looks around. and then benson’s back to business with a roll of his shoulders, key in the lock, quick pull on the handles to double check. randy a little hopeful as he says “see you tomorrow?” by the hood. benson nodding, replies with a rough, knowing, “you will.” that makes randy warm.

[asmoroth]

Fanart of an older, ex-con Benson from @avrilsboy 's parole fic "Everyone pushes ahead, and the smell of the past is everywhere" on Ao3. Not only am I obsessed with it, but I was given the privilege of being a beta reader for the most recent chapter!!

There is technically art of older Randy based on the same fic, but I lost the plot while making it and it ended up insane. Might post it anyway, might rework the whole thing, who knows!

General inspiration, featured text (which I cut up a bit), and title of the fic all taken from the poem "Sunrise" by Louise Glück. Its a really beautiful poem, and I have re-read it MANY times in the last few months.

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P.s the tattoos were chosen based on some light research, if any of them are offensive or incorrect, PLEASE let me know and I will fix it. Apologies in advance.

[sylveriasarcana]

i think he should be allowed to bite people with zero consequences

[bi-bi-want-dragon]

Hiccstrid Week 2024

Day 3: to discover / to explore || braids

Astrid groaned as the morning sun cut through the door of her hut. She was in bed much later than usual, and she was still in no hurry to get up. Her whole body ached from the previous day’s Dragon Hunter attack, particularly her-

“Ah!” Astrid hissed as she absentmindedly tried to use her right hand to sit herself up. She immediately took her weight off the hand, falling back in bed and cradling it to her chest. Dammit, Hiccup was right. It was broken for sure, at least her fingers were. She groaned internally as she imagined the “I told you so” that would surely be coming.

Getting dressed was an uphill battle to say the least. By the time she was finished the aching in her hand had gotten so bad she could confidently count her heartbeat from her fingers. She thought maybe she’d be lucky enough that her braid had held up through the night, but when she felt her hair with her uninjured left hand she could tell it had fallen out. She sighed. This was going to hurt.

She had managed to undo her hair and brush through it with her left hand alone. She pulled the top of her hair back and tried to braid without bending the fingers of her right hand, but that proved quite difficult. So she thought she could just push through the pain and get it done quickly.

That quickly ended in screaming and cursing. Mostly cursing.

“Uh, Astrid? Everything alright?”

She stifled a groan. Here we go. “Yeah, Hiccup, I’m fine.” She must have missed the sound of his footsteps under her yelling.

She expected a sarcastic quip, but when he didn’t say anything she turned to look at him. He was just staring at her from the doorway, eyes wide and mouth just slightly ajar. Astrid blushed, realizing he’d never seen her with her hair down. Even Toothless noticed his best friend’s trance, though he merely rolled his eyes and found a comfy place to lay down and watch the show just inside the door.

She pushed the hair on the left side of her face behind her ear. “I, uh… Just having trouble with the braid.”

Hiccup slowly blinked back to life. “T-trouble with the… Because of your hand?”

She flinched. “Maybe.”

Hiccup hesitated - a first, Astrid noted - before he stepped into her hut and slowly crossed the distance between them. His eyes stayed mostly on the floor until he reached out his hand as he approached her. “Let me see,” he gently requested.

Astrid quietly held out her right hand, struggling to find a comfortable way to hold her fingers.

He leaned over and gently cupped her hand in his, hovering his other hand over them as he carefully inspected the damage. He turned her hand over in his a few times, just barely grazing over her skin with his rough, worn fingers. It felt nice, like stroking a piece of old, well-worn leather.

Hiccup shook his head. “I don’t like the way this bruising looks. I knew we should have splinted it last night.” He looked up at her, and Astrid couldn’t help but notice his eyes stealing glances at her hair. “If you come by after you’ve gotten something to eat, I should have something ready for you by then. Shouldn’t take me too long to make.”

Astrid sighed. So much for training today. “Alright, fine. I’ll come over soon. If I can ever get this hair braided, that is,” she added, brushing the loose strands back again. She hated how it blocked her vision when it fell forward.

“Well it looks pretty like that,” he offered.

Astrid blushed.

Hiccup’s eyes widened slightly. “P-p-pretty d-different, I mean, it’s-it’s different. Good different! It looks- It’s a good look on you, it’s good.”

Astrid couldn’t help smiling. “Thanks, Hiccup.”

He nodded, avoiding eye contact now. “Uh… You know, if, uh…” He scratched his face and pushed his hair back. “I-I could braid your hair for you, if you want.”

Astrid raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“I mean, I braid my hair all the time,” he quipped, gesturing to the tiny braids behind his ear.

Astrid chuckled. “Are you sure? I do have a lot more hair than that.”

He shrugged in that bouncy, hand-waving, Hiccup-y way. “Talk me through it. I’m a fast learner.”

Astrid smiled and held out the tie for her hair. “Alright, go for it.”

She had to admit, it felt nice having someone else brush her hair. A strand or two would occasionally catch on a break in his skin on his hand, but she didn’t mind. He was gentle and slow, making sure to not pull too hard. Astrid found herself closing her eyes and relaxing into his touch far too easily. She smiled softly to herself. She could already feel that it wasn’t going to be the tightest or neatest braid she’d had by far. But he could only get better with practice, right?

Maybe letting him do her braids for a while wouldn’t be so bad.

[daddyhausen]

Dating Randy Orton during the 2000s hc pls?

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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 」 — dating randy in the 2000s hcs

「 WARNINGS 」 — none

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 205

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x randy orton

「 GENRE 」 — headcannon

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「 TAGLIST 」 — @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @mjfass @wardlow @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @legit9thlunaticwarrior @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980 @harmshake @igncrxntripley @ripleyswhore @embermdk @thepalaceofmelanie @seeingstarks @kennysbadkitten @darkangelchronicles @ripleyswife @selena-tyler-564 @auburnwriter @alyyaanna @nightmare-viper @nev-danielgarciawife

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the absolute prime example of a fuck boy

a fucking prick

he could get any woman he wanted but decided to set his sights on you

you were unlike the rest of the woman he’d dated

you would not grovel at his feet, give in to his charm

instead it actually made him more determined to get with you

you made him work for it

and as each day passes he becomes more enamoured with you

no longer was it just about wanting to fuck you

slowly but surely he was beginning to fall in love with you

which was a rare occurrence for him

he could honestly say he’d never been in love before

sure he’d loved women but has never been in love with them

you were unique

made him appreciate the little things about you that he would have missed otherwise

you made him think about his actions

made him put effort into your relationship

and when he fucked up you told him straight to his face

it was a very on again off again relationship

it made him see the error of his ways and how he was desperate not to lose you because you made his life so much better

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[drawnfamiliarfaces]

Dress to Impress Chapter 1: Open Invitations is out right now on AO3!!!

Illustrations for the fic under the [read more], but I do suggest to try and enjoy them in a fic for more fun experience. ;D

Thanks for checking it out. ;3

[superkickme]

Art for Beautiful Disaster: The Legacy Era | Chapter 16, the night Cody and Randy make a commitment to each other gif version here | nsfw uncropped version here

[cowboywritersworld]

“You and me.” “Always.” 2003-05 rko after wrestlemania pls?

Me and you = Forever

General Masterlist | WWE Masterlist | Randy Orton Masterlist

Characters: Randy Orton, Reader

Prompt: “You and me.” “Always.” 2003-05 rko after wrestlemania pls? So this is set after Randy's Wrestlemania match against the Undertaker in 2005, where the Undertaker won with a Tombstone Piledriver. Hope you like it! Sorry for taking so much!

If anyone wants a second part, just send an ask. I'll find something more to write or just send another idea with it.

It has been quite a bit since you started dating Randy. You still weren't officially engaged or together, but you both enjoyed each other's presence.

When he had shows in your hometown, you always bought first row seats and he would just give you a pass for backstage, so you could be back there with him.

You yourself weren't a wrestler, but you liked watching it, especially Randy's matches. Even though you perfectly knew everything was staged, you couldn't help but worry for him in pretty rough matches.

"Good luck out there, Randy." You wished him, pecking him on the lips. He was about to have his match against The Undertaker after having turned heel just a week before.

"Thank you and don't worry about me, okay? Love you, y/N." He kissed you better, needing that good luck kiss.

"I'll try. Do you think I can wait for you to be back, at Gorilla?" You knew you couldn't just sit there, even if you would be out there front row.

"You can go back as soon as Undertaker pins me and wait there." He smiled at you, that smile which you love so much and that he only reserves for you. Blessing. Knowing him is a blessing, even with his traveling so much through all the States.

"Don't get too distracted by me." You smirk at him, pushing him towards the door. "Now you better go, it's almost time for you to go out. See you soon."

He went out after stealing a last kiss and you follow him outside, just to take a different direction. When you were finally at your seat and the match started, you watched with a huge smile on your face, loving to watch him do what he loves the most... After you of course.

Some spots definitely made you worry, at the edge of your seat, but were more than relieved when it came to an end. You stood back up and went once again backstage, waiting for him.

"You did so good." You told him, putting a hand on his chest and got on your tiptoes to kiss him chastised.

"But I still lost." He said with a sigh, kissing you back.

"You are always the winner to my eyes. Maybe you lost the match, but some months ago you won my heart." You declared with a sweet smile, while he dragged you towards his locker room.

"I am so lucky to have won your heart, Y/N." He opened the door to his locker room quickly, getting into it, while you closed the door behind you.

"I am so lucky. I dreamed I would get to know you, but to be here, in love with you and you in love with me..." You said dreamily. "It's still surreal. I am just a normal girl, maybe average, not a wrestler..."

"Sometimes the sweetest encounters just work together, Y/N." He kissed you deep this time and you could only accept it, not that you would deny it.

You put your hands to his muscular and sweated chest, panting when your lips finally part way. "You and me." You whisper, while one of his hands went to grab your ass teasingly.

"Always, Y/N. Always." He kissed you once again, but you broke the kiss quickly.

"Come on, go take a shower. I want to go to the hotel." You slightly pushed him toward the right door, but he didn't let you go.

"Care to join me?" Randy made a c'm here motion with one hand, licking his lips.

"You go take it really quick, maybe we can have a longer one at the hotel."

[eringobragh420]

🖤 Pairing: Randy Orton x f!Reader (mentioned past Miz x f!Reader) 🖤 Summary: Takes place in late 2010. Randy’s had feelings for Kelly Kelly’s cousin, a new interviewer for WWE, but she’s been dating The Miz. Following their breakup, and a monumental cash in on a random episode of Monday Night Raw, Randy doesn’t want to pretend anymore. 🛑 Warnings: None 🖤 Taglist: @eddiesrockstargirlfriend If you'd like to be added, please click here! 🖤 Requested By: Anonymous. Hope you enjoy! (I also had to take a few liberties with the idea to make it work, so I hope that’s okay.) 🖤 MASTERLIST

She stood waiting patiently as the hair and makeup artists put their final touches on her camera-ready face. She clutched the microphone with the iconic WWE logo, a company she’d never dreamed of working for, her palm still sweaty even after nearly a year working here. She was becoming more and more comfortable with each passing week, and less and less depressed about the break up with Mike. And she wondered, like everyone else, why she’d even been depressed in the first place, considering the asshole had cheated on her. She looked up toward the ceiling as the makeup artist applied some last minute touch ups to her eyeliner. She couldn’t thank her cousin, Kelly, enough for getting her foot in the proverbial door, but she would surely hold a grudge against her for the foreseeable future for also introducing her to the Miz.

She heard a familiar voice nearby and her heart began to gallop. Why couldn’t Randy Orton have been the one to sit next to her and her cousin in catering on her first day instead of Mike? Not that anything would have happened between them necessarily, but if he’d been sitting there, maybe Mike wouldn’t have stopped, introduced himself and laid those baby blue eyes on her. Oh well, none of it mattered now. The only thing weighing on her shoulders was conducting this interview as professionally as possible. When she was finally able to look straight ahead again, she spotted the WWE Champion headed toward her in all his six foot five inch, 250 pound magnificence. He wore his trunks, and his tanned, sculpted body had already been lubed up to accentuate those muscles. The title was slung over his shoulder proudly, just where she and everyone else expected it to be after the upcoming match with Wade Barrett.

Peeling her eyes away from Randy, she went over the questions she was supposed to ask him once the interview started. There wasn’t much room for improv or interpretation, not with Vince around, so their interaction had already been laid out in front of her in black and white. She anticipated no issues. And when she anticipated no issues, in her experience, that’s usually when the issues arose. She turned the page of her script, and a pair of black boots stepped into her line of sight. She could smell him—cleanliness mixed with whatever he’d doused his body in to make it glisten. Her gaze rose from his boots to his dense thighs, to his trunks and a bulge she instantly looked away from, only to land on his six pack. She then followed those muscles outward to the tattoos on his arms, his well-defined biceps. His chest was ample and solid, half covered by the sparkling title belt, and she wasn’t sure she’d make it out of this interview with dry panties.

This wasn’t the first time she’d conversed with Randy, on camera or otherwise, but there seemed to be an aura of unrealized tension between them. Was he simply in his head trying to prepare for the match? Was he somehow unhappy with her work? Would he rather have had someone else ask the questions? He’d always been cordial to her, joking, and sometimes she thought he might have been flirting with her, but then she realized she was her and he was Randy and no way would he ever be interested in her, especially with all the gorgeous Divas running around half-naked.

Oh well, she thought, whether he likes it or not, the show must go on. She handed her script and notes to a nearby producer as she was told the time they had left before the commercial was over and they were live again. 

“So,” Randy spoke, voice deep and quiet, not interested in having the rest of the world hear their conversation. She looked at him, thinking for sure he wasn’t speaking to her, and so she looked behind her, finding nobody there. She turned back to Randy, he was smirking, and she felt her cheeks ignite. “I’m talkin’ to you,” he assured her. “How are you?”

“Oh,” she stammered, swallowing thickly. “I’m good, thanks. How are you?”

“I’m great,” he replied, nodding at the belt over his shoulder, “but I meant more like … how are you? I heard you and Miz broke up.”

She gaped up at him, eyes round and drying quick. It was true, everyone knew―not that she’d been the one to tell anybody, no, that had been Mike. The man was actually proud he’d cheated, blaming it on her and telling anyone who would listen how terrible of a lay she’d been, so naturally he’d had to seek out other women to satisfy his physical needs. Or some dumb shit. The last thing she wanted to do while in the company of Randy Orton was think about Mike or talk about Mike.

“Of course you did,” she sighed. “Honestly, I really don’t wanna talk about it—”

“Oh, I don’t either,” Randy cut her off. The producer warned them they had thirty seconds before they were to go live. “Just wanted to be sure you’re okay.” 

Her head tilted, and after a moment she smiled. “I’m okay,” she replied softly. “You’re actually the first person to say that, aside from Kelly. So thank you. It means a lot.”

Randy massaged the back of his neck, and were his cheeks tinged in pink? “Yeah, well, uh,” he stammered, and she hid her grin behind the microphone. “Miz is an ass. You deserve better.”

Her gaze dropped to the floor momentarily as her body waged a Great War with her mind. Her body wanted to fling itself at Randy in the hopes that he’d catch her, dip her, and kiss her, like they did in the old movies. Her mind screamed that she was a moron and if she did throw herself at him, it would likely end badly, both with Randy and the WWE. It was a quick battle, her mind coming out victorious when she convinced her body that the man was probably just being polite, and there was no double meaning behind you deserve better, no matter how bad she wanted there to be.

“That’s really sweet,” she resigned to say. “I appreciate it. Maybe someday I’ll meet a guy as charming as you are.” Although Mike had been quite charming in the beginning, he was more of a creepy charming, in that he would say something cute, but finish it with something dirty.

“Actually—” Randy started, but he was cut off by the producer with another warning about time. 

The interviewer and interviewee both checked themselves for anything out of place, and Randy readjusted the title on his shoulder before they were given the countdown from ten. When the camera went live, she forgot all about Mike and even the sweet thing Randy had said to her, as she focused on remembering the questions and her proper responses and reactions. But Randy was different. She wasn’t sure if anyone else noticed, but he seemed to hold her gaze for longer than he normally would when replying to her interrogation. He even reached out and touched her arm a few times during the segment, and she had to steel herself to keep from actually, physically, literally swooning. 

It had been so long since a man had handled her so softly, and that’s why her reaction had been overdramatic, she reasoned. He was just a nice guy, trying to make her feel better. Nothing more, nothing less, she thought, just as she sent the broadcast back to Michael Cole, Jerry Lawler, and the newest commentator to the team: CM Punk.

“So, listen,” Randy started.

“Sorry, we have another quick segment to film,” the producer interrupted.

The interviewer turned to Randy. “Thanks again,” she said. “Have a good match. Kick Barrett’s ass.” 

She was whisked away to another room backstage, and it was in this room, after taping the segment and toward the end of the show, where she would watch on the hanging television as the members of Wade’s faction, Nexus, attacked Randy as he was headed to the ring for their title match. She was all but biting her nails through the contest, which already saw the Viper at a disadvantage, and her heart stopped when John Cena interfered, consequently allowing Randy to RKO Barrett and retain the title. She jumped from the uncomfortable couch, clapping, and her heels clicked as she jumped up and down.

Sensing a presence and noticing something out of the corner of her eye, she glanced through the opened door to the hallway. Mike stood there in full gear, Money in the Bank Briefcase in hand, and his entire body was trembling. His once crystal clear eyes were now overcome with absolute abhorrence, and she tried to do some quick mathematics to see if she’d have enough time to close and lock the door before he could get inside. Hearing the commentators erupt on the television, she impulsively looked to see what was going on. Nexus was again battering Randy, and her body deflated as fear overwhelmed her. She remembered Mike. Looking back to the hallway, she found it empty.

“Mike!” she yelled, running into the hallway, but it was too late. She took her heels off so she could jog a little faster, taking a different route than Mike had to get to the ring. She stood in the background, powerless, as Mike cashed in, as Randy received a skull crushing finale, as Randy was pinned, and as Mike became the new WWE Champion.

Back in Gorilla, she waited, bouncing from one bare foot to the other, as Randy carefully made his way in her direction. Mike, however, came through the curtain first, brandishing the title and that stupid, shit-eating grin on his face.

“What do you think about that?” he taunted, shoving the belt in her face. “Huh? Who’s the man now? I got—”

A fist came out of nowhere, clocking Mike right in the temple, and he toppled to the floor, landing on the belt. She barely had time to look from the mess of Mike on the floor to who owned the face before Randy was wrapping his hand around the back of her head and pulling her lips to his. He was sweaty and bloody, skin the temperature of lava, and he was huge and imposing, but his kiss was soothing and adoring. Her arms snuck around his neck as she returned the gesture in kind, although her kiss might have been a little more desperate. She felt his lips curve into a smile just before he wrapped one arm around her waist, hoisting her into the air, and she threw her legs around him before she fell back to the floor. They separated to catch their breath, foreheads pressed together.

Replying to Mike’s earlier question, Randy rumbled, “I’m the man,” and kissed her again as she giggled.

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