In For The Kill (Part 2)

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me talking to my pet, in the same gentle and soft tone you would use talking to an infant: hey assmaster what the fuck is in your mouth

CHLOE cotez

Hey guys

Me: *listening to Bohemian Rhapsody* “THUNDERBOLT AND LIGHTNING VERY VERY FRIGHTENING ME!!”

My earphones:

Venom ☠

Pairings: Randy Orton X Reader Request: Can you do a Randy Orton smut. 😊 I love all the stories. Warnings: Smut Writer: K

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Someone knocks on the door of Hunters office as I’m waiting to see who my partner is for the mixed tag tonight. I’m sort of new here I debuted three weeks ago, and haven’t really gotten a story line. Hunter says ‘come in’ and the person enters.

“Randy! Glad your here. How have you been?” Hunter asks. Wow I’ve seen him perform and I always thought he was attractive but in person. Whoa! His eyes are mesmerizing.

“I’m fine, who’s this?” He asks, staring at me while Hunter answers.

“This is y/n. She debuted a few weeks ago. She is also your partner tonight in a mixed tag against Breeze and Summer.” Oh wow he’s my tag partner.

“Oh excellent, see you around beautiful.” Randy says. I blush as he exits the room. Hunter takes a seat and quietly chuckles to himself. I look over to him.

“Baby don’t get caught up with him. He will soak his venom into you and you will never be the same again.” He says as he walks out of the office.

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I have about twenty minutes before my match so I decided to go wonder around the arena. Some of the superstars stop and introduce themselves and I find most of them very nice. As I’m turning a corner I run into someone, causing them to grab onto me to keep me from falling. The frame of the person is tall, and muscular. I look up to find my tag partner for tonight.

“You know you should probably watch where you’re going.” He says slowly still holding onto me. He seems so mysterious and dark. It’s sort of captivating. I couldn’t find words. He starts to slowly lean in, and I can’t find myself the strength to pull away. He gets inches away from my lips before whispering “Come to my locker room after the match.” Before pulling away disappearing to get ready for the match.

During the match their was so much tension between us. No matter how many times I tried to look away our eyes continued to connect. He RKO’s Tyler and wins as the ref raises our hands. He never takes his eyes off of me. I make eye contact with him as he smirks and rolls out of the ring.

On my way to his locker room I get stopped every five seconds for congratulations. When I finally arrive he’s in a pair of sweats with no shirt, and his body glistening in the dim light.

“I thought you weren’t gonna come.” He says huskily as he leads me over to the couch. I watch as he takes a seat in front of me.

“So do you not talk or something?” He asks. It’s true I’ve never gotten a chance to talk to him.

“No, I can talk.” I say quietly, looking down. He stands walking over, sitting beside me. He lifts my chin with his long fingers.

“Don’t be shy around me baby.” He says caressing my face. I smile as he smirks, pushing a stray hair behind my ear.

“You have beautiful hair.” He hums. I look down, then feel him pull my face back up. He leans in connecting his lips with mine. He kisses softly. I deepen the kiss, and feel him smirk.

“I knew you weren’t shy.” I smirk slightly as he pushes me back getting on top of me kissing me heavily, his hands cascading down my body. I start to slide off his sweats as he pulls back, shaking a finger. He snatches off everything below my waist as I take off everything above it. He stares at my body before laying a trail of kisses from my collar bone all the way to my inner thighs. As he’s kissing my thighs I feel myself becoming immensely turned on. He seems to notice as he takes charge, he starts by licking strokes on my clit, massaging it with his fingers.

“You like that huh?” I nod, gripping the couch cushions. He continues dirty talking as I get closer and closer to my climax. He flicks his tongue whilst looking up at me, making eye contact, which sends me into a wave of pleasure as I release. He stands as I find composure. He slides his sweats down revealing the rest of his perfectly sculpted body. He gets back on top of me kissing me roughly. I feel him reach down and aim himself at my entrance before plunging into me causing him to mutter 'fuck’ under his breath making me even more wet. He begins to thrust in and out of me a few minutes until it gets sort of boring so he grabs my legs places them over his shoulder before making quick thrusts in and out of me.

“Ohhh Randy fuck.” I moan as he continues to the pleasure. I feel his thrusts starting to become sloppy and slightly quicker and a pleasurable burn in my core, as I grab onto his back scratching my nails across it as we both reach out orgasms. He rides out our highs before collapsing on my chest. He rests there for a minute before standing up, pulling his sweats back on. I sit up as he hands me a slip of paper.

“Meet me here tonight princess, I would love to see you again.” He says before kissing my cheek and walking out. At that moment I realize Hunter was right his venom would soak into me. But at this moment I couldn’t care less as long as I got to take it in again.

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Well guys it’s been fun, and I’m sorry if I’ve dissapeared for a while. Tumblr was getting to difficult to use on the phone when it came to writing fanfics, HOWEVER! THIS DOES NOT MEAN I HAVEN’T BEEN WRITING!

I may have updated a certain Negan fic and posted it on AO3 but not on here.

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TWD - Negan Imagine ~ “Lines We Cross”

Imagine for the premiere of season 10

Summary: With some of Negan’s new earned freedom, the Reader and Negan finally have the possibility to live out some of their dreams before the news about the Whisperers casts a shadow over the idyll 

Warnings: Smut

the last part /all other previous parts (You don’t have to read any previous parts to understand the plot! Hope you all like it and enjoy reading)

Today was a good day. The sun was shining brightly, only a couple puffy white clouds were dappling the blue sky, the infirmary was running smoothly, and the streets of Alexandria were filled with people enjoying the warm weather.  Winter was far gone, the snow storm only part of your memories by now and almost as much as the seasons had changed, your situation had too. It had become quiet around the whole whisperer topic, everybody knew they were in a way omnipresent on their side of the border, but they hadn’t strayed from it, giving the communities a bit of an opportunity to breathe and overcome the deaths they had caused as well as possible.  And not only the situation of the communities had changed, your personal one had too and you could be reminded by it simply by looking outside the window. Down there by the field of tomatoes crouched a tall man, picking the ripe red ones off the bushes while each of his movements let the thick blue shirt he was wearing tense over his broad back. He shifted a little, adjusting his position before pushing the gray cap on his head deeper, trying to let it shield him more from the sun before he reached back down, though not without halting for a moment. He turned his head, only just enough to look up at the window and glimpse at you, his concentrated mien from before vanishing as a grin let his lips curl up and let his dimples show beneath his salt and pepper stumble show, before he winked roguishly at you. Negan was out. 

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Yours, Always: Pt. 8

Summary:  When a kind stranger comes to the reader’s aid out on the road, she finds herself drawn to him and desperate to learn more about this handsome man with kind eyes and a devilish smile.  But, when she discovers that he is the monster that is threatening her community, she pushes him out of her mind until a hastily scribbled letter finds its way to her door.  That simple note will take them both on a rollercoaster ride that neither one of them had bargained for.

Pairing:  Negan x Reader

Warnings:  Language

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Negan was restless.  His quarters were cool, the windows cracked open to allow a little of the chill night air to drift in, a welcome relief from the heat that had built up over the course of the day, and yet sweat clung to him as he paced back and forth.  A tumbler of whiskey was clasped between his fingers, the amber liquid sloshing as he moved.  It was late and he’d had a long damn week, so he should be sleeping like a baby by now, but no.  It had been the same since he’d made the decision to let Y/N break things off.  It had been the right thing to do, he was certain of that, but it was killing him – not only her absence from his life but not knowing if she was okay, whether Rick had laid a finger on her.  Dwight had reported back after his visits that she seemed fine, but it still left an uneasy feeling in his stomach.  He’d put her at risk and, if anything happened to her as a result, it would be on his head.

He saw her every time he closed his eyes: her easy smile, the wrinkle of her brow when she frowned, her eyes sparkling as she laughed.  Fuck, she was a cute little thing, and it pained him that he’d let her slip through his fingers.  He should’ve tossed her over his shoulder outside that gas station, brought her back here and locked her up until she gave in and agreed to be his wife, but, in the back of his mind, he knew that he wouldn’t have wanted to do it that way.  She wasn’t just a pretty face.  He actually liked this girl and she seemed to like him.  Plus, she had a stubborn streak a mile wide and there was no way a day or two in the cells would have been enough to break her.  If anything, it would have just driven her further away.

It would help if he could find another release.  After his disastrous evening with Frankie, he’d gone back to avoiding his wives, unable to face a repeat performance, or lack thereof if you wanted to get funny about it.  He had a reputation to maintain and being God’s gift to women was a significant part of that.  If word got round that he couldn’t… Well, it would be the beginning of the end for him.

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