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independent randy orton roleplay blog. semi selective est. june 2011

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                                               STRIKE FIRST.

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                                               STRIKE FIRST.

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                                               STRIKE FIRST.

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i honestly feel like the worst person in existence

and i currently hate my tagging system so im going to be absolutely annoying by remaking for the last time because i have 47 different options for one tag and it really fucking frustrates me so im hoping that’ll distract me enough.

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this shit makes me want to archive again because like what the f u ck

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Stephen blinked in bewilderment as the other made haste and came back at an incredibly fast rate that had the ginger reel in a bit at how agile the man was…Either way he was very grateful he returned so quickly, as he purred in approval at how close the other was to him now. The ginger leaned into the hand cupping the back of his neck, the alcohol long forgotten now as he snickered at Randy’s words. “Yes sir. A return kiss that’ll be better than the wait for me kiss…” As soon as the words left his lips the Irishman closed the distance between them for another kiss, this one much hotter than the last as his hand went to squeeze and grip at the other’s thigh in such confidence Stephen knew for sure came from the alcohol running through his system.

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Even though he was expecting the kiss, it took him a second to reciprocate, the alcohol really clouding him up more than it was before. But, he was quick to get into it, his legs spreading just enough as a welcome to him. Sliding his hand down the other’s chest, he let his own hand rest against the other’s thigh, giving a strong squeeze, letting it slide up slowly. Pulling away from the kiss, he pressed his forehead against the other’s, “You sure ‘bout this?”

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It was second nature for the Irishman to drink so much in little time; to have emptied the bottle of vodka in such a short period of time was some sort of a record for Stephen, but he could deal with the effects of being under the effects of alcohol. Especially if he was enjoying such an activity with Randy of all people. It mildly surprised him to hear the other say he wouldn’t mind his…handsy drunk side, licking at his lips before he took in a good amount of his drink, the heat burning in his chest and lightheaded feeling a good reminder that he probably should stop Randy from getting another bottle, before grinning up at the other. He was about to open his mouth to make a reply (a suggestive one at that), but was totally stunned on the spot as a pair of warm lips connected with his own. ‘Oh. OH.’ Stephen reacted in kind, letting a throaty moan rumble in his throat as he kissed back gently, biting back fro nearly whining when he pulled away to purr at Randy, “…Ah fully expect a return kiss when ya get back, Randy. Promise ah’ll be a good boy while ya are away…” The Irishman didn’t know whether it was the alcohol or his feelings spiraling out of control, but either way, he thoroughly enjoyed the brief kiss, and was clearly expecting more when Randy came back with another bottle of booze.

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He turned away with a little smirk at the other’s words, he was honestly no longer thinking about the drinks, but about thinking about getting  back to Stephen. Trying to move quickly, despite the little bit of stumbling, he made his way downstairs to grab another bottle and came back up, dropping down on the couch again with a soft puff of breath. Setting the bottle back down, he looked over at him with a grin, scooting closer.  With his mind nowhere near getting more alcohol in his system, he reached his good arm out placing his hand on the other’s cheek, fingers wrapping around to the back of his neck to draw him closer. The alcohol definitely was upping his confidence, considering he was actually pretty awful with people when he already KNEW them, but he had no real issue with it. “I vaguely remember somethin’ ‘bout a return kiss?” he muttered with a devilish smirk spreading across his lips.

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twotonesoffun:

“I really can’t believe we’re getting married tomorrow.”

“Still got time to run.”

[loquemegustadelporno]

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He bit his lip, holding back a moan. He was really trying his patience, but at the same time…it felt good. He pushed Randy back just a little, to give himself space.

Revenge will be sweet, he promised. That much he was certain about.

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He wants to laugh, but he doesn’t, simply chewing down on his own lip as he gets pushed away. “Oh, c’mon, Joseph. React at least a little more. I know you’re not COMPLETELY dead inside.”

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      “Yes. Now stop bitin’ me!” He wasn’t going to admit he liked it right          off the bat, oh no. He was going to have to try a little harder than that.          “Sheesh…”

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Snorting softly, he picked his head up just enough to bite down on the skin of Joe’s neck just right, no words or anything following.

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Joe flinched from the bite, brushing his hair back as a way to regain his composure (as little as it did, but it was something). He couldn’t growl, as it would be an instant give away.

                 “Goddamn it, Randy!”

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With a soft snicker, he simply tilted his head back down, biting again. This time, it was a little harder -- still not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to get his attention. “Problem?”

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Stephen could only chuckle after he swallowed the last of his drink, eyes darkening in mirth and interest as he gave Randy a saucy grin when the other topped their drinks again. “So long as ya don’t punch me for it, cause this face doesn’t need any bruises or broken bones, ya know? Just…push me off the couch if it gets too much for ya.” The Irishman wasn’t going to try and deny that he’d be having ‘grabby hands’ on Randy as the buzz in his system got stronger, letting another swig of his drink go down his throat before he leaned back against the couch in a goofy manner. “Heh, ah think another bottle would make me completely smashed. …Ya can go get it if ya like. M’ stayin’..right here. Waitin’ on you.”

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Laughing softly, he tilted his head back to take a deep sip of his drink, basically chugging the rest of it down again. With a pause to let the alcohol hit his system, he let a shiver run down his spine. That was always the worst part of the drink -- the second it ran down his throat, he was reacting kind of violently. But it made him feel good, albeit a little lightheaded. “No punching. Wouldn’t mind.” he uttered with a slight smirk and a shrug of his good shoulder. Sliding to get up off the couch, he set his glass down; Stephen didn’t seem explicitly interested in MORE, but he figured it wouldn’t hurt just in case. Once he was up, he turned to face him with a smirk before leaning down, “Don’t miss me TOO much.” he muttered playfully before he went against his better judgement, kissing him. It wasn’t anything crazy or too inappropriate, but he was sure he’d still probably get punched out himself.

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Joe is now getting slightly irritated, but he welcomed the gesture by default. Strike two(honestly he should be used to this by now).

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He leans his head down, just enough to bite down on Joe’s  shoulder -- hard enough to get a rise out of him, but not hard enough to hurt him.

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Brock smirked approaching him, “Heard you’re injured. How you feeling?”

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Folding his arms across his chest, he shrugs his good shoulder, “Same as anyone who’s hurt that isn’t named John Cena. Just trying to get my shit together and make sure my arm doesn’t pop out just trying to wipe my ass before I come back.”

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           ❛ i’m WAY nicer than you. keep that in mind. ❜

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“if you say so.”