faithbreaker7 asked: May you please Nicole re-post the Brad Maddox imagine if possible. Thanks😊
I think the one you’re talking about is one that got deleted somehow off the blog? Let me check my sent emails and see if hopefully it’s still there. If it’s not then I’m sorry but it’s lost :(
Edit I no longer have that imagine. Sorry :(
I carried a book in my hands, the wind threatning to pull it away from me. But I wouldnt let the elements take these pages, these words from me. I was never the kind of girl who had a lot of friends. Hell, I had no friends at all until I got in college, and even then, I only had a boyfriend and a best friend, Lisa, who was, up until now, the only person I talked to on a daily basis. The thing about Lisa is that she is married and is expecting a baby. That is amazing, Im happy for her, dont get me wrong. But it was hard on a single, socially awkward, painfully shy girl, who wanted a family more than anything (except maybe a promotion, so I could actually work in the art floor at the museum, instead of spending my day cataloging stuff).
It seemed like no man were ever interested in me, so i decided to spend my free time either in cafes and mostly in the library. I really didnt want to go to clubs, I really didnt want to go to bars. I was living a life that I learned to love and accept.
Little by little, I started accepting myself, and I started smiling more. I was still shy, but I wasnt so awkward anymore. I learned that I could be happy by myself, if I only accepted my personality and the traits of it I once hated.
If you ask me, self love is the first step for a wonderful life and a wonderful mindset. For me, the first sign of change was when I met someone, in the library of all places. I was trying to reach for a higher shelf (yes, I was trying to reach for Wuthering Heights) but it was proving to be impossible. I really wanted that book, despite the fact that I had read it a billion times already. I had been in my tiptoes for over five minuted when someone tall reached for the book, and handed it to me.
It was like staring at a bright light. He was tall, short brown hair, sweet brown eyes and a flirty smile.
«Wuthering Heights? Not my type, but for a gorgeous girl, it`s a pretty passionate read» he said, making my heart beat fast.
«I… I really… it`s my favorite.» I replied, trying to look at him and failing.
«Im more of a Jane Austen kinda guy» he said, showing me the Pride and Prejudice copy he was holding. I smiled at the floor, and then found the courage to smile at him.
«I love that book. Im Olivia. I mean, Im Olivia but everyone calls me Liv.» I said, barely believing my guts.
«Im Colt. Can I call you Liv or will stick with Olivia for now?» he asked, making me laugh. For now? What did that mean? Was he flirting? Was he interested?
We ended up sitting at a table, far away from anyone else. We talked for hours on end, and I didnt stutter (WIN!).
«A wrestler? Are you kidding me? And you read Jane Austen between matches?» I said, earning a laugh from him.
«It`s either that or editing youtube videos. How bout you, what do you do?»
«Meh. I work downtown, in the museum. But… Im in the catacombs, down in the basements cataloging pieces and stuff. All I ever wanted was to work in the art floor.»
«Cataloging stuff doesnt look so bad. It must be cool like seeing the pieces before anyone else does»
I gave it a bit of thought and had to agree. «I had never thought about it like that. Yeah, I guess it`s not so bad.»
«Exactly. And you`ll get to the art floor, Im sure. By the way, I… I`d like to see you again.» Colt said, making me nearly fall off the chair, in a very elegant manner (not).
«Me? Hm, Yeah, sure, I`d love to» I managed to say, blushing bright pink, and then bright red.
«You sure about that? You seemed a bit hesitant there»
«No, no Im sure. Im just not… used to be asked out»
«Well lucky me then, I would probably lose all my honor, hopes and dreams if you had someone»
I laughed out loud and had to be carried out the building. I gave Colt my phone number, and he promised to call me after he was done with his show that night.
And he called.
I screamed too loud and for too long, and then called Lisa.
«Lisa, I have a date.»
«A what? A date! Congrats! Who is he, where did you meet him?»
The whole talk was fileld with `oooohs` and `aaaahs` after we both got online and searched for his matches.
I didnt remember the last time I had been on a date, but I could tell that the dates Colt took me in were on a whole new level. It wasnt what we did, it was him, the way he made me laughed, and the way he kept on flirting. He listened to me, and seemed interested in the little nothings I said and told him.
Three dates later, I went to heaven and back. Colt had taken me home after we went out to dinner, and out of nowhere, his lips were on mine, a kiss unlike any other I had ever felt. We agreed to go on a picnic the next day, and to make it even more interesting, we decided to go at night.
I packed the desert like I said I would, alongside a picnic blanket. The night would be dark if it wasnt for the moonlight, that was shining bright. The stars were all over the sky, silvery dots in a sea of deep blue.
«This night is absolutely perfect. I can barely believe how amazing you are. You look so beautiful Liv. I mean it, I am the luckiest guy in the world.» Colt said, making my heart melt. This time, it was me to reach for his lips, kissing him even more passionately than the day before. It was he warmed me from the inside out. Soon after, I was straddling his lap, my hands under his shirt, his on my hips, under my jeans a bit.
His shirt was on the floor before I could even control myself, before I made Colt lie down.
«Liv, you dont want to do this here, I`ll drive us back to my apartment and…» he started, but I cut him off with another kiss, and that was his first and last protest. My top came off soon after, Colt`s hands were on my bra, as mine worked to get his jeans off of him. Not even five minutes later and my bra was also gone, leaving me just in my panties, while Colt, only in his boxers, was on top of me, his mouth on my nipples. I couldnt breathe, it felt too good. It had taken him less than five minutes to find out about the weak spot behind my ear, and now here he was, my other two weak spots. I was pretty sure he would also find the last weak spot (my navel). I moaned, making him laugh. My nails dug into the skin o his back as soon as his talented mouth moved down to my navel, and then to my panties. He slid them down my legs and spread my thighs oppened, kneeling between my legs, and just staring at my intimacy.
«What is it?» I asked, getting up a bit and looking at him.
«I dont know if you`ve noticed, but you are absolutely perfect and…» Colt started, but I just rolled my eyes and pulled his head down. It was a joke, but truth is I was happy there was no one around. I felt his tongue on my clit, making my back arched. And then it was his fingers, two of them, going in and out of me, creating a sublime friction. That man knew exactly what he was doing, it was like Colt knew my body better than myself. I was squirming in not time, and it took me even less to feel that fire inside me, that feeling of fullfilement. My back arched again, as a loud moan left my mouth. I could feel me legs shaking, and I could feel them going numb. It took me minutes to regain my breath.
I smiled at Colt, as he pulled me on top of him, allowing me to get rid of his boxers. I straddled his hips, and led his length inside me. My palms were planted on his chest for some leverage, as I rocked my hips back and forth, making me moan and making him groan. His hands were on my hips, his fingers kneading into my skin. I went faster and faster as I felt myself about to come again, and this time, I dragged Colt with me, as his hands pulled my face to his, making us kiss while we were thrown over the edge together.
We got out clothes back on after we were finished, the cold night air hitting as our bodies grew cold again. The stars shining more than ever made me think about the girl I used to be. She wasnt gone, but she was now under the most beautiful view in the world, being held close by the man she loved.
-Mia :D (Thank you so so SO much for your request! It was a lovely imagine to write, I hope you liked it!)
Sorry sorry sorry I have not been posting I hurt my knee and I have a lot of school work to do, I will post by tomorrow or Thursday
You’re Randy Orton fan who traveled across the world to meet him and when you finally meet in one of the wwe events he gets interested in you and hooks up with you (passionate-rough-detailed) and asks you to be his girlfriend.
I stood in line biting my lip as I eyed Randy Orton a mere 5 feet away from me. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I ran my dark brown hair behind my ear and had to fight the urge to bite my nails. I had been a Randy Orton fan for nearly 10 years and being Russian made it tough to keep track of him; they never came to Russia, the shows never aired meaning I had to wait a day or two until my friend from the United States sent me a video file through email to watch.
Now here I was now, about to get the chance to meet Randy Orton; the man of my dreams. I giggled to myself yeah right Mela, like he would find you attractive.
“What do you find so funny sweetheart?” I heard his voice and my eyes looked down at him as he sat at the table. My heart beat like bongo drums in my chest. I was at a loss of words but I just laughed it off.
Randy’s eyes were traveling all over me checking out my small petite frame and then to my emerald green eyes, I couldn’t help but to turn a bright red and look down at my hands. “Umm nothing much just thinking about a joke,” I laugh nervously. Which wasn’t far from the truth; Randy always liked tall beautiful brunettes, which newsflash I definitely didn’t fall into that category. I stood in front of him standing at a mere 5 foot three inches, too bad I didn’t pack heels.
He laughs a low deep laugh as he studies me. “I wish I could pick that pretty little head of yours,” he smiled and slid a pass towards me. “Once the show is over, use this and they’ll let you backstage,” he smiles and winks before signing my photo. “I’ll see you later,” he smiles winking again. I walked to my seat with a huge grin as I sat down. My eyes traveled over the pass and I bit my lip the nerves starting to grow in side of me.
After the match, I took my pass and was led backstage. I swore at any minute I was going to wake up from the dream. This was too good to be true, and then there he was coming towards me dressed in a black tank top and a pair of basketball shorts. Just the sight of him and this look he was giving me caused my panties to become moist. Calm down Mela that isn’t what this is about. I bite my lip nervously twirling a piece of hair. He looks at me and laughs again that deep laugh causing my panties to grow wetter. He studies me and he laughs.
“What’s on that pretty little mind of yours now sweetheart?”
His voice … Mela control yourself. “I’m thinking I should have brought another pair of panties … wait FUCK!” I cover my face with my hand I just wanted to hide out of everything I could say, that came out?!
He looked at me as I looked up and he smiles before taking my hand, “Your accent is sexy as hell,” I felt my heart pounding like bongos again. “Where are you from?” he smiles and then smirks, “What’s your name?”
I give him the smallest smile I could form, surprisingly growing more comfortable as I look down at our hands, his staying on top of mine. “Russia and my name’s Mela?”
He smiles at me, “Well Mela from Russia, wanna see my bus?” I looked over his face the unmistakable look of lust in his eyes; there was something else there also, I couldn’t place.
“Yeah I’d love too,” I say winking up at him. Just like that I realized I wasn’t going to be shy; there was something about the way he looked at me.
We got to the bus in no time, his hand left mine long enough to unlock the door and open it. We walked in and I looked around. He was about to pour me a drink and I walked towards him looking up at him seductively. “You don’t need to give me a drink to make me want you,” I say with a wink. I took a step back and I slowly begin removing my clothes. I step back towards him removing his tank top and allow my lips to kiss his chest. He leans his head down allowing me to lean up to crash my lips onto his.
“I hope this is why you invited me back to your bus,” I giggle into his lips. I kiss along his jawline and I feel it flex beneath my lips a she groans.
“Yeah something like that,” he growls against my ear. I laugh as I move my mouth around his face taking in how his beard tickled and kissed up his face connecting with his ear. My tongue lightly licked around his ear before I ran it inside. Randy nearly growls and his hands slide down to my ass as I’m only in my thong and bra. His fingers knead into my skin and I gently bite on his lobe before kissing my way back to his lips. He kisses me like a hungry animal devouring its prey; I moan into his lips as his hands return to pull my hair gently.
I begin kissing his neck and then his chest, my tongue gently licks around his nipples, and his eyes never leave mine as I make sure to look right up at him as my lips travel lower. I pay close attention to his abs my lips sucking at his skin. I allow my teeth to graze over his skin until I pull away my hands pulling on both sides of his shorts to pull them off his hips. His dick springs out hitting me in the cheek. I smirk as I lean licking the precum off with my tongue.
“Your dick is huge,” I say as I kiss down his shaft. I lean placing my lips on his balls and I suck at the skin and let my tongue swipe around massaging them slowly. I feel his hands through my hair and I eye him with a smirk. Slowly kissing back down his shaft, I’m about to run my mouth around his dick but I smirk and move my mouth over towards his thighs. Biting his skin gently, I hear him groan and I look up at him with a smirk as my teeth lightly graze over the skin of his thighs.my hands move up the back of his thighs and my fingers knead into his ass. I bite his thigh and smirk as he moans, I had found his spot. I kissed his thighs biting and sucking on spots on both legs and moved back to grab his dick. Stroking him in my hand, I leaned taking him into my mouth and looked up at him before closing my eyes and relaxing my throat as I took him all in.
I moved my mouth back slowly at first and saw him looking down at me. I could feel the drool from my mouth dripping from my lips over my hands and his thighs and I moved my mouth quicker and quicker before placing my hand into my panties. It had never too me this long to get a guy off and I needed a little something. My fingers slid easily into my pussy after rubbing my clit for a few moments and I moaned against him. Moving my fingers back and forth I felt my pussy throb and placed another one in and rubbed them back and forth in unison. I felt Randy shooting his hot cum into my mouth and felt it going down my throat and down my lips. I trembled right after and felt my body shake from my own orgasm that my fingers had caused.
He managed to pull me up into his arms his lips crashing into mine as my legs wrap around his waist. He threw me onto his bed and began to kiss me harder.
“That was hot … Fuck Mela you’re hot,” he said his hands traveling my whole body. His lips left my lips traveling down and it was then that I realized that he had kissed me and my lips had been covered with his cum. The fact that he had tasted his own cum just to kiss me was the hottest thing. I giggle as I lick his lips and pull him towards me for another kiss. He slowly pulls form the kiss and bites my earlobe and I moan feeling his tongue swiping against my ear. His tongue darts in and out of my ear and he whispers into my ear, “I can’t wait to fuck that pussy,”
“What’s taking you?” he smirks looking up at me lips kissing down my stomach now.
“You took your time, now I’m gonna take mine,”
My hands run over his head and I take a breath as he slowly continues to kiss his way down my stomach and lower until he reaches my panties. Slowly almost too slow he peels them down my legs and tosses them to the side. He kisses his way up and his teeth lightly bite at my thighs. He tortured me with these slow kisses and bites as I felt my pussy craving to be touched.
I brought my hand up to my pussy, about to touch my aching bud but he looked up at me and smirked. Pressing both of my hands down into the mattress, “You better not,” he growled.
I could feel his breath on my clit and I groan. “Randy …” he let go of my hands and grabbed my hips and leaned towards my center, my hip s lift to meet his tongue. I feel my nipples harden and deep moans escape my lips.
I grind my pussy into his face with every lick. My juices fall from his face and are now coating my bare thighs. His head moves a little lower as I continue to grind my pussy into his face needing more. He thrusts his tongue quickly inside my pussy and he smirks as he keeps darting it in and out fucking me. I try to stop my legs from closing around his head and he chuckles against my pussy as he pulls out flicking at my clit with his tongue. I feel my nipples stand straight up and I bring my hands up pushing my breasts together with a groan as he starts fucking my pussy with his tongue again. He alternates from tongue to fingers and after a few minutes I can’t help but to push his hand away as I nearly convulse below him. My legs close tightly and I shake as I squirt. I laid there stunned and a bit shocked what the hell was that?
“Are you okay?” he asks laying over me, a pair of blue eyes looking deep into my green ones … no with the way he looked at me; it looked like he was looking into my soul. I nod; I couldn’t form words for a moment. He leans and reaches for something and I watch as he’s placing a condom onto his dick. The wrapper is thrown to the side and he moves his tip up and down my slit coating his protected dick with my juices. He pulls my hips towards him and his nails dig into my skin as he guides his dick forward quickly, I never felt so full before. Randy’s dick filled me completely and when he moved I felt like I was in heaven,”
“So tight,” I hear him say and I smirk.
“Only for you Randy … oh fuck,” he smirked his hips moving quicker as he leans kissing me, eyes locked on mine. I look into his blue eyes through the moonlight coming from the window of the bus. He kissed my lips and his tongue traveled in, his hands bunched up in my hair as I started to rock my hips into his dick matching each thrust. My feet dug into his calves as we found our rhythm.
“You feel so fucking good inside me,” I coo as I raked my nails down his chest. I hear him groan and feel his head drop onto my shoulder, he kisses all over my skin and bites my shoulder causing my hips to fuck forward against his. Randy groans and lifts up off the bed holding me by my waist as he bucks his hips upward feeling me completely from another angle, I hadn’t expected my orgasm to hit so quick as it did but I found myself clinging to him legs numb and moans coming out of my lips as I tried breathing.
“Randy … fuck I can’t take much more,” he smirked his hand hitting my ass as he pulled out and laid me onto my stomach. His strong rough hands ran to my ass slapping my skin, the small sting went away as his dick slid inside me quickly. With each thrust, his hand found my skin. I gripped the sheets, my nails actually ripping into him. His hips moved so quick I could now feel his balls slapping against the top of my thighs. His hand traveled down and he connected with my clit he rubbed me quickly his pace matching that of the pace of his dick. My legs went numb and I shook violently, I could feel my cum rolling down my thighs as I came hard around him. He continued to thrust his hips forward, slowing gradually until I heard him groan and pull out; he removed the condom and tossed it to the side as he collapsed beside me.
I was about to pull away to gather my clothes, but he stopped me and turned the small lamp on by his bed. His eyes looked into mine and I felt my heart melt. It was then I saw those sad blue eyes looking into mine and I leaned on my stomach and pulled his head towards me. “Do you want me to stay or something?” I ask against his lips.
Randy’s lips lightly peck at mine he looks into my eyes and he smiles against my lips. I’ve been following Randy’s career so long and I swear it has been years since I saw him smile like that, “Can you stay please?”
“Isn’t your bus going to leave soon?” I ask lazily laying my head into his arm. I start tracing his skulls and look up at him, for a man who had so much; he looked so sad and that tore at my heart strings.
“Yeah … so?” he smiles, “to be honest I don’t really do this much. There was something about you …” I cut him off leaning to kiss him. He smiles pulling me on top of him.
“And if things don’t work out … you’ll pay for my plane ticket back home to Russia?” I giggle and smile as he sits up and pulls me close with his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and look into his eyes.
“I don’t plan on losing you,” he says with a playful wink.
I giggle and laugh as he stands up carrying me towards the fridge and grabs some grapes and heads back to bed. We spent the rest of the night sharing kisses and feeding grapes to each other.
This was just the beginning of Randy and I and we grow stronger and closer each day.
So yeah I wrote this about me because I dreamed this a few nights ago. Mela is my first name :)
Could you write one with my name Renee in it, about me and Randy meeting and falling in love and getting married.
Renee smiled as she stood in front of the big mirror in her dressing room. Her makeup ran down her face and she groaned realizing she was going to have to touch it up again. Her hands were shaky and she was having trouble focusing, after all it wasn’t every day she got to marry her dream guy.
A name that meant so much to her even before she had signed with WWE two years prior; now her she stood a nervous wreck, thinking about the man who could just turn her into a pile of pudding just by winking at her. She leaned placing her hands on the vanity in the dressing room. Feeling light headed and smiled as she closed her eyes.
Relax Renee she thought to herself and bit her lip as she grabbed her phone texting Randy. Baby I need something sweet.
You can’t see me *wink*
Ahahaha I mean I haven’t eaten since breakfast and my blood sugar’s dropping. Send somebody over.
Four minutes later, there was a knock and Renne headed towards the door and smiled. She was about to answer but smiled as she heard Randy on the other side.
“Crack the door just a little,” he stated and she did and laughed looking at her favorite bottle of soda and a chocolate bar. She closed the door and opened both and sipped on the drink before eating a bite of the chocolate.
“You still there Ran?” she smiles as she thought of him wondering how he looked in his tux.
“I’m here ReeRee,” he smiles causing her to giggle. She hears his laugh on the other side of the door and her nerves calm.
“I was thinking about the first time I met you,” she smiled.
“You mean the first time you ran into me?”
She laughed, “Fell right on my ass you’re as sturdy as a damn tree,”
His laugh was low and deep, it always calmed her and that was exactly what she needed. “I won’t mention … the next time we met in my vows,”
She laughed leaning into the door, “You better not,”
“I still can’t believe you saw me naked in my dressing room,” he laughed.
“Don’t even …” she laughed, “Randy this is exactly what I needed baby … I was a nervous wreck,”
“I know baby but soon enough … we’ll be on our honeymoon starting the next chapter in our lives,” she smiled as she opened the door a little and she ran her hand out allowing Randy to squeeze. “I love you Ree-Ree. I should get going,” she smiled and took a breath.
“I need to change my makeup again,” she laughs nervously. “I love you too Ran,” she stated and closed the door as she headed towards the vanity and sat down to reapply her makeup. She thought back to meeting Randy and how they dated for a year and a half before he proposed. She smiled as she looked at her engagement ring and out at her reflection.
An hour later, she was standing with her father waiting for the Bridal March to play. She heard it and everyone stood up from their seats as they walked down the aisle. Her father handed her over to Randy and she smile as he took her hand and the priest started the ceremony.
Randy took the ring and looked into her eyes, “Renee it’s no surprise that I love you … but it was way before I told you how I felt. From the very moment you smiled at me interviewing me backstage, I knew that I wanted to protect you. To grow old with you,” he smiled. “I’ll never forget the time you called me in 3 in the morning because there was a spider in your room. I drove there and killed that tiny thing and you clung to me with pure horror. I realized at that moment that you were my one and only and I can’t wait to grow older with you,” he smiled running his thumb over hers. “Even though you already call me and old man,” he laughs placing the ring onto her finger.
Renee smiled and looked at Randy as she held the ring close to his finger, “I remember everything about the day I first met you. I remember what I was wearing; I remember what I had for breakfast. You had on my favorite t-shirt, the one I now sleep in that you say looks so good on me. I remember how I felt when you smiled at me because every time you smile at me I feel the same feeling. The same way I feel when you kiss me. I feel breathless, my heart beats so fast in my chest, only you can do that to me,” she smiles taking a breath sliding the ring onto his finger.
The priest smiled at them, “You may kiss the bride,” he smiled as they leaned kissing one another and sealing their marriage.
Hey I was wondering if I could have an imagine about Randy Orton like it being really hot and steamy and just sexy in general and like us just having sex all the time lol but i don’t want to fall pregnant haha name’s miranda.
Randy stood against the elevator’s wall and smirked seeing his girlfriend of 6 months, Miranda paying too much attention to her phone. He walks over presses a button on the elevator causing it to stall and yanks her cell phone from her hand.
“You have any idea how hard I want to fuck you?”
She smirks and leans cocking her head to the side, “Actually now I don’t… are you gonna…” Randy crashed his lips down onto hers and pushed her skirt up as he lifted her off her feet.
His hand made its way into her panties, “Oh you’re already wet for me?” he smirks flicking her clit with his fingers and quickly unbuttoned his jeans and freed himself.
“Always hot and wet for you Randy if you want the truth,” she smirks feeling his finger move as he leans pushing her into the wall and sliding his dick inside her.
“So fucking wet baby,” she laughs digging her nails into his ass and feels him pumping in and out of her quickly. Their eyes lock and she moves her hips forwards with each thrust, she thought of the day and moaned.
They fucked in the hallway, his dressing room, her dressing room, and the showers. Randy always wanted to fuck in places he might get caught in; some sort of turn on of his. Truth was however, she was just as horny as he was; if not more.
His dick moved at the quickest pace possible and a few minutes later she was squirting and he came inside her. They both composed themselves and Randy smirked pulling her panties into his pocket making sure to slap her ass on the way out of the elevator after he hit the button and it go to their floor.
Little more details next time; that’s why this is short.
3 Imagines coming from me in a few :)
My boyfriend, Roman Reigns, and I had been dating for two years. Our romance was whirlwind and we ended up moving in together after 10 months.
But I had started to become more paranoid. Roman was absolutely gorgeous and attracted female attention everywhere he went.
He hadn’t come home and I had began to worry, not just for his welfare, but about who he was with.
Eventually, late into the evening, just as I was about to give up and go to sleep, I heard him walk through the front door.
"Babe, I’m home." he called, shutting the door behind him. I didn’t answer him, I just rolled over to my side, with my back facing the bedroom door. I heard him climb up the stairs and his footsteps trailing towards our bedroom door. I heard the soft click of the door opening and I felt the bed drop as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Babe, I know your awake. Talk to me." he whispered, his hand gently rubbing my shoulder.
I slowly sat up and saw his grey eyes moving over me, trying to figure out what was wrong with me.
"Jayda, what’s wrong?" he asked calmly.
"Who you did you sleep with?" I whispered.
"Jayda, I haven’t slept with anyone."
"I don’t believe you."
He didn’t reply, he just took his shirt off, inviting me to check him over. I moved myself and kneeled in front of him. I grabbed his face and moved it, looking closely at every inch of his skin for any marks, but I didn’t find any on his face or neck. I then moved my gaze onto his chest. Nothing to suggest cheating his chest. I then checked his arms and his back, but still no marks. I grabbed the top of his shorts and his boxers and dragged them down his legs, throwing them on the floor. I checked the rest of his body, but found nothing to suggest that he had in fact cheated on me.
"Believe me now?" he whispered.
I couldn’t speak, I hated myself for accusing him because of my own insecurities, so I nodded.
"How do I know that you haven’t cheated?" he murmured.
"You can check me." I stated. Peeling off my clothes, so that I was just as naked as he was.
He checked every inch of my skin, his face so close to my body that I could feel his breath everywhere his face went.
"No marks either."
"I’m sorry for accusing you."
"Hush, now. You just need to make it up to me, just as I need to make it up to you." he replied.
He lunged and began kissing me with an such a passion it left me breathless. He lowered me to the bed, so that he was lying on top of me. He kissed me again, but then began to lower his face to kiss my neck and the top of my chest. He then began to lick, suck and bite at my hardening nipples. He moved down my body and buried his face between my thighs. He began to frantically lick at my clit and entrance, thrashing his head violently. I gasped for air and dove my hands through his hair. After Roman denied my climax for a second time, I pulled his head away and flipped him over so that he was lying on his back.
My hand immediately wrapped around his large, throbbing erection and slowly worked its way to head and back down to the base. I leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on the head. I parted my lips and slowly covered the tip of his cock with my mouth. I welcomed more of his erection into my hot mouth and continued to the work of the base with my hand. I swear I could feel him getting even harder in my mouth. So hard that he had to wrench himself out of my mouth and flipped us over again. He roughly entered me, eyes focused solely on mine. I tried to wrap my arms around his neck, but he grabbed both of my wrists with one of his hands and brought them above my hand, holding them there so I couldn’t touch him.
"You’re mine." he growled, roughly thrusting into me. My mouth had formed a perfect circle and I couldn’t get any words out.
"You’re mine." he growled again. "Say it, you’re mine. You belong to me."
"I’m yours, I belong to you." I replied, breathlessly.
"Say it again, say it louder, I couldn’t hear you." he ordered.
"FUCK YES! I’M YOURS. I BELONG TO YOU! I’M YOURS!" I screamed, reaching my climax. He pulled out of me, flipped me over so that I was on my stomach.
"On all fours, now sweetheart!" he growled.
I followed his orders and he entered me again, this type being methodically slow with his thrusts, torturing me into submission. One of his hands still held my wrists, but they were now behind my back. He wrapped his free hand around my front and began to frantically rub my clit.
"This pussy belongs to me, every part of you belongs to me. Repeat it!" he dictated.
"My pussy belongs to you. Every part of me belongs to you." I repeated.
"My cock belongs to you. Every part of me belongs to you. Repeat it, now Jayda!" he roared.
"Your cock belongs to me. Every part of you belongs to me." I whimpered.
"Oh fuck, I love you."
His thrusts became quicker and more urgent. I could feel my body begin to tremble and I could feel his body begin to shake. I felt myself explode around his cock and I could feel the heat of his release deep inside of me.
We both collapsed onto the bed and Roman pulled me into his chest and began to dote my hair with light kisses.
"I love you so much, Jayda."
"I love you too, Roman."
Sated from our lovemaking, we both fell into a peaceful slumber, our bodies entangled in the sheets and around each other.
Not a soul could be seen, heard or smelled in that alley, but the drops of blood indicated that a human being had been bruttaly spanked in the dark, cold street with no exit. I counted them: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven drops of blood. I heard the music coming from the bar a few doors down, the lyrics, every word hitting me like a ton of bricks.
Just a dime store poet
Keeping pace, talking his face blue
Two dollar store tramps
To get a glance, a new chance at you
A smile came to my lips in that moment. No, not a smile, a grin. A triumphant grin. I had beat the Batman. The diamonds in my pocket werent so heavy anymore, not now that he was forced to retreat to his so called cave. I had won. There was nothing he could do. As always, I said to myself. But suddenly, there were arms around my neck.
Walk past the dance floor
That’s always been a dear friend of mine
Cuckolds and concubines
Dancing in four, four time
«Hand them over» I heard his voice saying, widening my smile.
«Are those your manners? Never come up to a lady from behind, she might just…» my elbow connected with his face, pushing him away. «let her arm slip»
This time, I could clearly see the injury I had caused, the source of the drops of blood. A big cut in his arm with the curious shape of my claws.
«Hand them over and no one gets hurt. No one will press charges.» he said, looking at me, dead in the eyes.
«I dont think so. I need these diamonds, you see? They pay the bills. And let`s face it, I have quite an… expensive taste.» I replied, eyeing him, flirting.
I looked down at the ground, trying to calculate what damage would I endure if I jumped a 5 storie building. He apparently caught me looking, because the next thing I remember was my back hitting the floor. My hands were pinned to the ground by one of his hands, the other roaming over my suit, looking for the diamonds I had… borrowed from a nearby mansion, while the owners were having a party.
«Well well, if I didnt know you, Id probably think youre flirting…» I said, my voice almost a whisper.
«Stay still, I dont want to hurt you.» he replied, his jaw clenched. I felt him touch the pocket where the stones were, and I immediately froze. He oppened the zipper on my suit and even I could see the precious stones sparkling.
My fist flew to his face but he dodged, like a godamned shadow that couldnt be caught, or like a godamned shadow that had already learned my tricks. I tried a second time, but he dodged it again, and the time after that. I tried to apply some kind of a hold on his neck, but he wasnt about to let me, as I found myself being choked, my eyes closing hard before oppening, my hands desperately trying to get him to let me go. I was almost out when he stopped, and tried to reach for my pocket again, but I was faster, slapping his hand away and getting on my feet, although I was dizzy and my vision was blurry. He ran to me, trying to take me down, and he would have succeeded, if it wasnt for my quick reflexes. I took out my whip and snapped it at him, trying to scare him away, although I was sure it would be useless. He was the Batman afterall, and a whip was nothing compared to some of the other things he had encountered in the streets of Chicago, in the underworld we called Gotham.
Everything went black, after I saw his fist coming right at my face. I woke up the next day in my room, in my bed. I tried to compose the memory of the night before in my head, but nothing came to me. My cat suit was next to me, and I was only in my underwear. The first instinct I had was to search for my last memory, the memory of the sparkling precious stones in my pocket. Truth was I didnt expect to find them, and I didnt. The bat took them. But then again, I had taken them without permission too. Difference was I needed them to pay for my mother`s doctor bills, and he was just some sort of rich boy trying to bring justice into this world. But isnt justice so boring, with all the rules, and all the noble actions. I loved chaos and confusion. That`s why my day job is… well. Pretty similar to my hobbie.
I got hired to be on WWE NXT and I didnt give it a second thought. It had always been a dream of mine, and to make it better, CM Punk was my pro. I was more than excited, given that he was a personal favorite of mine. This was my first day on the job, and I had to meet him for practise. All my muscles protested, but quieted when I stepped under the warm water. I was ready for practise in less than an hour, and I ran out the door, the cold Chicago wind assaulting my face, but soothing the pain I felt.
The gym was big and had a lot of light. It seemed like I was the first to arrive until I heard a heavy breathing, and found Punk deadlifting and squatting. He saw me and dropped the weights, smiling at me and extending his hand for a warm handshake.
«Hi, Im Phil, Im gonna be your pro. Nice to meet you»
«Hey, Im Selina, nice to meet you too.» I replied, giving him my best smile. He was handsome, with flirty green eyes, killer smile and tattoos. I loved guys with tattoos, they were my absolute weakness.
We didnt do much that first day, but the training got more and more intense as the weeks went by, and the first show was approaching. Me and Punk, or Phil, or whatever… had developed a strange yet satisfying relationship. We flirted all the time, and it had gotten less and less appropriate. There were hands in places a professional relationship wouldnt allow said hands to be. But Punk wasnt gonna let my pretty face or our flirting to get in the way of our brutal practises.
My paralell life was just as brutal. I couldnt go anywhere, it was like I couldnt even step out of my house in my cat suit. The bat was always there, hiding in the shadows. His breathing was fairly familiar, but I didnt give it much thought. Lately, it was like I was stepping outside of my house just to tease the godamned bat, to fight him, to try to win something against him, even if it was just to bruise his ego. But none of us could ever finish the other, even though I was gaining more scars than ever. My heists were never successful, and my mom`s hospital bills were piling up. I became desperate, and the bat seemed to smell desperation. He almost killed me two or three times, but I can tell you that I almost killed him four or five times. And it felt good.
I tried my hardest to hide my scars and cuts and bruises, but the ones in my face were too hard to conceal. The strange thing was I noticed something about Phil. The leg I had targetted on the bat the night before was the one that was killing him during our practise. Same thing for arms and almost everything else. I found it odd, and the coincidences were piling up. Even though I tried to shrugh off my suspicions, I couldnt. And I also couldnt help myself but to… feel something for Phil that I shoudnt feel. My heart beat faster in his presence, and I found myself staring at him more than I should. Needless to say, I fell in love with that man, the same man that fought me relentlessly in the ring, that kicked my ass time and time again, the man who believed in a hands on practise. I couldnt move most rest days, I dropped buckets of ice in my tub and laid there for minutes on end, trying to numb the pain. Between Phil and the bat, I didnt know how I was going to make it alive to the first NXT show.
The night my secret was unveiled was both the best and worse of my life. The bat and I were in the same alley we had been months before, when I had stolen the diamonds. He was sizing me up, and I was sizing him up, our little ritual before our deathmatches. I pounced on him, my claws trying to get to his eyes, his nose, something that would incapacitate him. But he got to me first, trying to rolls us over, so he could get some advantage over me. But my claws worked faster: I managed to hook one of the long steal claws onto the hem of his suit, the one around his neck. and I pulled down with all my strength. I didnt even look down at first, focused on taking him out. But then… Something caught my attention. Was that… Was that a skull tattooed on his chest? I stopped in my tracks, and so did he. We both stared at his exposed chest in horror. I ripped his suit a bit more, just to confirm my suspicions. It couldnt be. It just couldnt be. But there they were, the tattoos I knew so well. I saw the bat removing his gloves and directing his hands to my face, pulling my mask away from me. I didnt try to stop him, it was too obvious by now.
«Selina?» Phil said, his eyes widened in shock.
«Phil, I cant believe it`s you. Youre the Batman?» I asked, just as much in shock as he was.
«Oh my god, I cant believe it is you, I just cant… I should have known, your bruises and everything… I thought.. I tried to convince myself that it was from practise, but… I suspected» he said, getting up and helping me up.
«Me too, I did too. I cannot believe it`s true, youre the Batman…» I started, but then he silenced me, his lips over mine, locking us both in a passionate kiss.
We got to Phil`s place in less than a heartbeat. My hands ripped the rest of his suit off, exposing his body, his boxers the only piece of clothing on him. In a storm of kisses and caresses, he undressed me too, my suit reduced to shreds as Phil led me to his bed, his mouth trailing a path of saliva and bites from my mouth to my jawline and then to my neck, making me moan. I knew better than to try to stop him, so I didnt, letting him do what he wanted to do to me. And let`s be honest: what he was doing to me was exactly what I wanted, what I needed him to do to me. Phil`s strong and rough hands pulled my bra down, exposing my nipples, his tongue licking them until they became hard. His hands were inside my panties, my clit hardening and my whole womanhood throbbing and craving his length. I took my own bra off, while Phil ripped my panties off of me.
«Ive been wanting to do this for the longest time, Selina… You have no idea.» Phil whispered in my ear, while I slid his boxers down his legs. He only gave me some time to breathe while he threw his boxers away, and aligned his manhood with my entrance. «You sure?» he asked, and I felt like laughing. I pulled him in for a kiss, a deep, passionate kiss that warmed us both.
«Im more than sure. I love you» I said in one breath, causing Phil to smile at me and kiss my lips softly.
«I love you too. So much.» he said, plunging into me, making us both gasp. He made love to me in the most perfect way, holding on to my hips, thrusting into me. I moaned and he groaned in response.
We both reached our climax together, his lips on mine, trying to silence my screams of sheer pleasure.
The sun was rising when we finnaly stopped, after countless times of pleasuring eachother, our bodies finnaly quenched of the thirst that haunted us both. It wasnt just Phil and Selina, it was Batman and Catwoman too, the sexual tension fullfiled in the perfection of that moment.
-Mia :D (this request was so amazing, Im a huge Batman fan and I really hope you liked it!)
Anonymous asked: Any CM Punk stories waiting to be uploaded? I miss him! :(
We have some coming as soon as we get them finished.