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[dollwrotethat]

⸻ randy orton 𝜉 thigh riding (mdni)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dollwrotethat]

⸻ cody rhodes 𝜉 porn whore (mdni)

youwantcody joined the livestream! the box quickly disappearing not before a silly grin graced your face. leaning closer to the computer you adjusted your grey frames sighing patiently.

mr.nightmare himself known as cody only to you. the loyal subscriber undoubtedly your favorite. even a generous tipper excitedly buying the items from your wish list as a token of gratitude.

he’s memorized every curve of your body ,dedicated to every livestream. the clear image of your pussy failing to leave his mind. every moan, every squirt, every plea he believed was made for him.

admittedly you were the subject of his infatuation, mildly obsessive a bit considering that he doesn’t know you, but he wants to change that. he hopes to change that.

“cody.” you cooed untying your pink satin robe with a single finger. your breasts on full display as you smiled brightly a contrast to the cozy room with ambient lighting. never being a fan of bright lights yourself.

the comments flooded in ,curiosity swirling as you mentioned the mystery man. some concluding that he was your boyfriend, others elated with the idea that one day you would fuck him on camera.

cody stared at his phone intently the mere mention of his name bringing solace. with another smackdown in the books his tour bus descended into the night. one to many crossroads for the champion as his body ached reclining on the couch.

you were proud of being a cam model the appeal of being in control of your body and getting off on your own creativity was sexy.

the solo content you provided wasn’t only impressive but interactive. ensuring your followers would see what they wanted and even for a fee of course controlling your toys. many of the reasons why the pro wrestler was attracted to you.

you spread your legs slightly panning the camera down to your freshly waxed creamy folds your inner thighs glistening briefly.

“many of you may not know this but cody is my favorite.” your eyes gloss over as you rub your clit sneaking a finger inside of you momentarily with a whimper tasting yourself for gratification.

“he’s even brought me these.” you stand bending over into your chester drawer to retrieve the red rose toy, and cream colored dildo still wrapped in their perspective package.

you sit back down with a sigh robe completely discarded to everyone’s satisfaction.

nipples pert, natural hair slicked back into a bun and your brown skin moisturized with shea butter sealed with vanilla fragrance.

you were perfect. “which one should I use first?” you turned to the camera spitting gingerly on the dildo.

everyone agreed on the rose positively the hottest toy on the market for female pleasure. with ease you unwrapped the black box glasses eyeing the silicone as you found the button turning it on the lowest level.

“wow.” you whispered never using the rose before and surprised by its low but powerful hum the sucking noise forceful.

you chucked to yourself, “please forgive me for the mess I’m about to make.” you felt bashful. sliding it over your nipples for play as you shivered. teasing the audience by trailing it lower finding your clit with a guttural moan.

cody was on the verge of a heart attack. a literal what the hell is all he could manage. what kind of game were you playing, he couldn’t wrap his head around it. was this all fantasy or did you really want him as much as he wanted you?

his shorts and boxers pooled around his legs ,dick standing at attention as he stroked softly watching the rose come into contact with your clit several times sending your eyes rolling back.

“fuck such a naughty girl.” he whispered biting his lip as the comments doubled reaching a hundred thousand views in mere minutes. many wishing you were serving them while cody knew you were only his.

he painfully watched as you performed oral on the dildo swirling your tongue around the tip and plunging it in your mouth. the rose on its highest level buzzing vividly in his own ears.

you were a mess just the way he liked it salvia trailing down your chest, mouth agape eagerly throating the plastic, and pussy drooling from the slurping sensation on your clit. it wouldn’t be much longer.

“cody I need to cum.” your back arched from the chair forgetting the cameras presence as you fucked yourself to a man you never met. the dildo splitting you apart settled deep between your messy folds as you darted it in and out.

voice on the verge of tears as you cried out sweet nothings. muttering and mumbling his name over and over as you hoped miles away he was doing the same. and indeed he was ,fucking his own hand in sync with how you made yourself feel good.

it was beautiful being able to supply you with the tools that made you cum the thought in itself swelling his cock with pleasure as his balls threatened to spill over.

“gonna cum papa.” you whimpered body shaking as the rose and dildo combination pushed you over the edge. both covered in cream as you ride the orgasm out giggling to yourself as the toys fall to your pink carpet.

cody pumped his cock one last time the cum lazily collecting on his stomach as the thrill subsides watching you climax.

“that felt so good ,thank you cody.” you winked at the camera flashing your pretty pussy one last time. inadvertently blushing as you ended the live stream.

within seconds your computer screen flashed. youwantcody sent you a direct messsge!

the notification quickly disappearing sending a shiver down your spine.

if only you knew the trouble you were about to be in.

[dollwrotethat]

⸻ jey & jimmy uso 𝜉 shopping spree (mdni)

the twins trudge behind you their air jordans dragging along the marble floor of the mall accompanying you to find a dress for the media event tonight.

you’ve been to windsor, h&m and torrid never satisfied with the outcome, regretting your time management skills to do this hours before press. they’re cracking jokes each sipping on a strawberry lemonade as they groaned.

“girl don’t you already have clothes to wear?” johnathan commented the older brother by nine minutes fed up with your indecisive and bratty behavior.

joshua shook his head sensing the lovers quarrel. “real shit uce I’m tired.” he jokingly yawned extending his tattooed arms to hit jon in the back of the head.

the two start bickering pretending to super kick each other and attempt multiple german suplexes. they’re children something you’ve discovered while being paired with the tag team champions.

“immature.” you whispered to yourself. the tory burch sandals leading you ahead and into another boutique known for prom and cocktail dresses.

“you couldn’t wait for us princess?” joshua retorts, while jon skipped behind you placing his head on your shoulder to kiss your cheek playfully.

you ignored both of them gently pushing jon away as your acrylics skimmed through the rack, a light pink open back dress catching your attention.

“what you don’t hear us girl?” jon took the dress from you sizing you up and down for intimidation. the champions were the last people to upset, easygoing of course but they didn’t have time for pretty girls with bad attitudes, and their valet was no exception.

“I’m going to try this on.” you snatch the dress from his hands the twins scoffing at your boldness sitting on the black leather couch adjacent your dressing room. the store virtually empty this morning.

the lights were bright in the small cubicle discarding your denim shorts and white tank you glance at yourself in the mirror. deep wave bundles stopping just above your ass, with a matching purple set from savage x fenty you looked good and they knew it.

you slid the dress up your frame hugging your curves and accentuating your ass. not too short but definitely not long enough for sexiness pairing this piece with silver jewelry would be best.

“johnathan!” you whined dragging his name out as you needed him to unzip the back. the bond with him much more playful than joshua. his footsteps approached opening the wooden door carefully.

“can you help me please.” your eyes pleaded halfway apologetic for the way you treated him earlier.

“so now you want to play nice?” jon’s fingers come into contact with the zipper the cold metal making you shiver as his breath fanned your neck.

you swallowed feeling the air thicken as he’s never been so close before. of course you guys play around but beyond that did you really have feelings for him.

the handsome man black hair braided the way you always did before a match, samoan tribal art decorating his body rich in heritage and facial hair trimmed in line with his shape up made you want to ride his face.. wait what.

anyway you’re brought back to earth his fingers dancing small circles on your back as the dress pools around your feet, body on display for his hungry eyes. “tell me what you’re thinking about.” he’s biting his lip standing inches above your frame.

you freeze only managing a whimper confused by your sudden demeanor. you’re timid but strangely aroused, a particular burn growing between your thighs as your confidence lessens. “nothing to say hmm, what happened to all that mouth earlier?” he challenges slipping you out of your thong.

right here of all places the changing room at a mall. surrounded by others importantly his brother an earshot away you couldn’t comprehend this foolishness.

once your back hit the wall he promptly lifted your leg balancing it on his broad shoulders as he delivered kisses to your inner thigh calming your racing thoughts. his eyes stared at your drenched core while your other leg wobbled in anticipation.

“be a good girl and stay quiet so we don’t get caught.” he looked up through hooded eyes the sight of his head settled between your thighs enough to make you cum. you nodded words not able to form.

his tongue flicked your aching clit slowly. finding it again to suck harshly his pink plump lips expertly lapping at your juices pushing a finger inside of you.

you wanted to scream ,the mirror imaging your exposed breast as johnathan’s head moved with passion easing another finger inside. explicit.

joshua grew impatient his temper getting the best of him as his twin vanished into the dressing room. as expected he was in competition with jon. betting on who could make you laugh more, or who could score first in the bedroom.

josh thought you were gorgeous a rookie who worked her ass off to the main roster in three months, training harder than anyone and even lighting a fire under the twins ass for improvement it was nobel.

joshua approaches the wooden door turning the handle as he stares with wide eyes. “damn uce!” jonathan didn’t falter the assault on your pussy seemingly increasing as he licked faster cupping your ass to grind on his face.

“so that’s what took so long.” joshua chucked stepping inside to lock the door behind him. he’s used to sharing women with his brother not anticipating it would’ve been so easy after all you’re quite reserved.

“never thought I’d see you like this mama” joshua laughs extending a finger to your nipples to flick and squeeze the buds. the added pleasure sending you over the edge into jonanthan’s mouth painting his tongue as your stomach churned with ecstasy.

jon wipes his mouth the large print in his leather pants on display as he pulls them off. shedding his boxers as well to sit on the bench precum glistening around his head. joshua follows suit rubbing the head of his cock with a groan the brothers not shy about their intentions with you.

you straddle jon’s lap reverse cow girl the only option between the tight walls. trailing your finger between your folds you slide down on his dick the burn torture from his girth.

you have no idea how you managed not to be caught surely this is just a scheme to get you all fired but nonetheless you bounce on him.

his strokes slow and methodical holding on for dear life to not moan. you both get desperate the distinctive sound of skin slapping together makes you whimper as joshua kisses you drowning the noise.

you’re no whore but you could be. the idea of a common slut for the twins ignites the lust inside of you. it’s all to real as joshua brings your head down. slapping his tip against your lips for entrance while your tongue greedily licks in one swift motion.

“suck his dick baby don’t be shy now.” jonathan grunts in your ear. you’re obedient josh pushing into your throat to make you gag.

grabbing a fistful of your curly hair he shoves you down further not knowing you could go so deep the slobber inadvertently collecting on the floor.

joshua’s thrusting as his twin does the same to your pussy both placing a hand around your throat for aggression the two grinning at your fucked out expression.

“gonna be ours forever now” Joshua taunts as ropes of cum stream down your face swallowing happily as he pulls away slapping your face in response for being so adorable.

your pussy is clenching around Jon milking him as he sucks on your neck, your chocolate skin pushing him over the edge.

“gonna cum right in this pussy.” he’s slurring letting joshua’s fingers find your clit rubbing as your body jerks releasing with a loud moan oblivious to who could hear anymore.

jon follows after you his cum coating your walls thankful for contraception at this time. you’re in a haze the smell of sex in the air as you close your eyes spent from the adrenaline.

“let’s buy this dress sweetheart we don’t have all day.”