#Randy Orton one-shot

[punksdoll]

Hi there, just wanted to say i love your aesthetic and I was wondering if you can do being a wife to the viper Randy orton<3 thnx u

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔.

𝒂/𝒏: 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈<𝟑 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒎 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

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“Are you sure you can fight?” Y/n asks Randy nervously, watching him as he prepares to make a pop.

Randy was finally back in the wwe due to being out because of a back injury that the bloodline had cause. The doctor had finally cleared him and when y/n found out about the news of him going back to work, she couldn’t help but worry. A lot.

“The more you worry, the more gray hairs you’re gonna get.” Randy jokes with a smirk, “Already growing one right here.” Randy holds up a piece of her hair, making her slap his arm lightly.

“Not funny a hole.” Y/n rolls her eyes with a smile, “I’m serious though, what if you damage your back even more? Shits serious.” Y/n frowns, tracing Randy’s sleeve tattoo.

Randy sighs and cups her face in his hand, “You don’t gotta worry about me, baby. I’ve taken the time to heal and I’m better, I’ll be good.” Randy reassures her, giving her forehead a kiss.

“I don’t trust that…” Y/n shakes her head.

“What’s it gonna take for you to believe me? Hm?” Randy questions with a raised eyebrow.

Y/n tilts her head before throwing her arms around his neck, “You better win the god dam match.” She gives him a kiss before scurrying off to go out and in the crowd.

•••

He did in fact won the god dam match.

Y/n felt like she was the loudest when Cody pinned Damian down and took the win for the group. She let out a whoop as she claps with a big smile on her face as she watches the group celebrate their win but all comes short when the theme song of CM Punk rings out and Seth loses his shit.

Y/n wasn’t too bothered about that as she focused on her husband who followed Seth out of the cage and instead of following him, he had a quick convo with Jey before rushing over to Y/n with a smile.

“See? Ain’t got nothing to worry about.” He gives her a smirk, “In great shape.”

Y/n gives him an amused smile before shaking her head, “Mhm, you did good I guess.” She shrugged.

“Good?” Randy scoffs and grabs her, lifting her out of the crowd and holding her close to him, “Just good?”

Y/n laughs and gives him a kiss, “You did amazing.” She nods, “Just take it easy please.” She pleads.

“Whatever you say.” Randy gives her a kiss before setting her down, “Now let’s get outta here.”

[claymorexpunisher]

Brats Have More Fun (CH. 3/?) (18+ Fic)

Disclaimer: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag my work appropriately, so if you choose to click on my work regardless, use your own discretion. Thank you for the love always and enjoy this cheesy porno! 🥂

Pairing(s): Randy Orton/Fem. Reader

Summary: Bratty Reader pokes fun at Randy for referring to himself as "Daddy" on tv. Randy quickly reminds her why he felt confident in doing so.

Tag(s): 18+, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, primal kink, biting, wrestling, scratching, spanking, sadism/masochism, Daddy kink, Dom/sub dynamic, bratting.

Word Count: 882

Prev. Chapter

“Why would you call yourself Daddy in front of the entire world like that?” I asked Randy, my tone teasing despite the fact that I was eyeing him with poorly concealed desire as I straddled his lap and we began to wrestle on the padded mat. 

We had decided to work out at home rather than go to the gym, but eventually we got distracted by, well, each other.

“Are you kinkshaming me?” Randy asked, barely winded as we wriggled around on the ground, something akin to amusement colored his tone as he immediately took control and flipped us over. 

I didn’t go down easy, using all of my strength to switch our positions again, but to no avail.

Still, I persisted, letting out frustrated huffs as I willed my core to help me push him off.

“I would never, Randy.” I replied, pointedly not calling him Daddy despite knowing that that was how I should address him when we were in private. 

As I saw something shift in his expression, I let out a winded and devilish giggle. 

“What’s the matter? Did I do something wrong, Randy?” I asked, my chest heaving as I smirked up at him, our movements now slowing to a halt.

This is usually the moment where I’d be running. 

Running from whatever punishment would be in store for me for such a smartassed move,and with Randy’s heavy frame straddling my hips, there was seemingly nowhere to go. 

I knew he wanted me to run as I felt his body loosen a bit, giving me the opportunity to actually use my strength and push him off as I finally made a run for it. 

“Too slow, Randy!” I taunted, making the mistake of pausing before I made a run for it again. 

I let out a squeak as Randy’s strong arms wrapped around my waist and lifted me back into our weight room.

Just as quickly as I had run from him, I was plopped back onto the mat flat on my back. 

Wrestling around definitely got our adrenaline pumping and the more we wriggled around, trying to assert our positions, the more aroused we became. 

I couldn’t help but roll my hips against Randy’s, moaning softly as my thin leggings allowed me to feel a zing against my clit as it grazed his hardening cock. 

My movements were quickly halted and my body and brain turned into mush as Randy’s hand suddenly wrapped around my throat and I heard him growl from deep within his chest before he sank his teeth onto the part of my body where my neck meets my shoulder.

Despite me wanting to put up more of a fight, the sharp sensation of Randy’s teeth sinking into such a vulnerable and sensitive part of my body caused me to immediately go pliant underneath him.

Breathing heavily, our lips met in a sloppy and hungry kiss, Randy’s hand never easing its firm grip on my throat. 

“Are you fuckin’ done, you little brat?” Randy murmured, watching my eyelids flutter shut for a moment before my bright, glassy eyes met his. “Hm? Are you ready to stop acting up? Are you gonna address Daddy like you should?”

“Huh?” He taunted as he used his free hand to yank my sports bra up to tweak one of my nipples hard, making my back arch off the mat, my hands obediently resting at my sides even as Randy’s lips closed around one of my sensitive nipples, sharply biting the tender bud before he took it into his mouth again and released it with a soft pop.

“Y-yes, Daddy…” I relented, and I smiled upon hearing him release a pleased chuckle.

The smile gave way to a soft hiss as Randy dragged his blunt nails down my torso, adding to the already intense sensations coursing through my body. 

“Are you sure?” Randy purred and I damn near mewled as I felt him release his cock from his sweatpants and he ran the leaking tip along my swollen pussy lips over my leggings. 

“Yes, Daddy.” I replied, injecting all of my arousal into my response. 

Going off of the primal need surging within us, Randy flipped me over onto my stomach and I instantly lifted my hips so he could remove my leggings. 

My hips stayed where they were, elevated and presenting myself to Randy and I let out soft whimpers as he ran his big hands over my thighs and up my body and back again. 

My legs shook as I resisted against grinding back into his cock and I could feel my essence making his sudden entrance a smooth one that had us both moaning loudly. 

“You can fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock if you promise to be good..” Randy said and I didn’t have to be told twice. 

“I promise! Please, I can’t-” I whined.

“Okay, sweetheart. Fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock. Show Daddy how much you want it.” He coaxed.

I gasped as Randy’s palms struck down on my ass cheeks as I fucked back eagerly.

The noises that were coming out of our mouths were unrecognizable and I came with a harsh groan as Randy’s teeth once again sunk into my flesh, this time between my shoulder blade. 

Daddy was definitely home…

Next Part

[smartycvnt]

Tribal Queen

Title: Tribal Queen

Pairing: Randy Orton x Reader

Summary: Randy fears the repercussions of dating Roman's sister.

Word Count: 659

Randy watched as Roman, Jimmy, Solo, and Paul walked towards the dressing room reserved for The Bloodline. He knew that he had been a piece of work in his younger years, but he hoped that he hadn't been that dramatic about things. Randy had always valued using the same locker room as everybody else. Even whenever he had been public enemy number one, he had still shared that space with his peers.

Roman had grown so paranoid and egotistical that he hadn't stepped foot in the locker rooms in over two years. Every member of The Bloodline was supposed to keep to that dressing room, but Y/n had always been different. She liked mingling around backstage, claiming to keep an eye on things. Randy knew different though. Randy knew the truth.

"Looking for someone?" Y/n asked as she sat down across from Randy. Catering was generally a fairly safe area for the two of them to sit and talk for a little while.

"I thought it was too dangerous for us to be seen together?" Randy questioned, throwing Y/n's own words back at her. Things had been different whenever she had told him that. Roman was reeling from WarGames and Jey's betrayal, something that Y/n knew he would never get over. She loved her little brother more than anything, but Roman was much more sensitive than he let on.

"Well, I'm just taking a seat. It's been a very long day of travel and appearances. Besides, Roman isn't very focused on me right now," Y/n said. She sounded bitter, and Randy wondered what kind of falling out they had on the way over. He hated that Y/n showed him the most affectioned whenever she was mad at Roman, as if she just wanted to get back at him.

"You're his sister, there is always someone watching your back and waiting to kick my ass for staring," Randy joked. Y/n sighed as she rested her chin against the palm of her hand. "Do you have a match tonight?"

"No, but I'm really looking forward to your promo, Randy. I miss getting to hear you talk, it's been too long," Y/n said. Randy tried to conceal his emotions and the thoughts running through his brain. If anyone found out about them, especially a member of The Bloodline, he'd be beaten to a bloody pulp. He hated the fact that they'd have to wait until his retirement match to officially come out as a couple.

"I should go get ready for that," Randy said. Y/n surprised Randy by leaning forward and pressing a kiss against his cheek. "Hey! I don't want to get killed by a bunch of angry Samoans."

"They'll be mad if they ever find out, but that doesn't matter. I didn't know you cared about what other people think so much," Y/n teased. Randy knew that she was baiting him, but that didn't mean he was above falling for it.

"I would really hope that you wouldn't want to see me get beat up by your brother and cousins. But I don't care what anybody else thinks, for the record," Randy scoffed. Y/n smiled at him and stood up to press a kiss to his cheek. "You're going to get me killed one day."

"Jimmy might be more scared of me than Roman, Paul can't hurt anyone, and Solo respects me enough to listen to me. If I give the word, they'll leave you alone. You aren't after Roman's title, this is your farewell tour Randy. I think you deserve a little arm candy, even if it is only backstage," Y/n said. Randy puffed his chest up a bit and linked his arms with hers. Y/n was certain that Roman would have some words with Randy next time they ran into each other, but it was nice to see him being so confident about their relationship.

[romanstheory]

Better A Randy Orton One Shot

Warnings : Heavy Smut, Choking, Spit, Heavy Language, ADULT age gap, Toxic relationship, Edging, Oral (Female receiving)

Word Count: 1,183

18 +

"We're not together remember" I say tossing Randy's bag back at him "We're not together so take your shit and don't come back". I caught him texting other women for the fourth time. One second he's treating me like I'm his and the next second he's hoeing around seemingly trying to get a rise out of me by flirting with the next bitch. "You're right, we're not" Randy snickers, catching his bag effortlessly. He's such an asshole, the kind of guy you want to punch and then fuck right after. He's 16 years older than me, but it seems like he's my age sometimes.... But he's so god damn magnetic. It's almost like his toxic ways keep me coming back. My friends and family hate him, and his feels the same about me.

Our..... Situationship has been full of drama and rough sex. "See you next week" He says with a wink. He leaves without a fight and drives away. I sigh deeply knowing I'm going to have to see him at work. week passes quickly. I walk through the nearly empty halls of the arena, glancing to my right seeing Randy flirting with another girl, I've never seen her before. He looks up at me, bites his lip and winks. I roll my eyes, spotting Jey Uso. I shoot Randy a sharp look and stop walking in front of Jey. "You look really good tonight" I say scanning him up and down licking my bottom lip slowly.

"Oh uh, thank you!" Jey says sporting a wide smile. "Maybe we should link up later" I reply rubbing his tattooed arm. Jey agrees and heads on his way. I could see Randy filling with rage. I look back at him and wink and walk away. The night continues and ends, I've managed to avoid Randy all night despite hearing whispers that he's looking for me. I get back to my hotel room to shower and relax for the rest of the night when I'm startled by someone pounding on my door. I jump up and open it, ready to curse whoever is on the other side of it out. Randy pushes into the room aggressively. "What the fuck was that?" He barks. "Karma" I bark back knowing exactly what he was talking about.

His eyes go dark and his jaw clenches just like it always did in these situations. I cross my arm, leaning all of my weight on one hip. My thin tank top strap slides down my soft brown arm, catching his attention. "What the fuck do you mean Karma?" Randy barks again, remembering he's supposed to be angry with me. "If you can do it so can I" I snicker brushing passed him to sit on the bed. "Did you have sex with him?" Randy asks slowly walking towards me. "If I did?" I tease. "Did you have sex with him?" He repeats himself, this time with a demonic growl in his voice, now standing directly in front of me. He roughly grabs a handful of my soft curly hair, forcing me to look him in his eye. My face leaning on his bulge. "Be a good girl and tell me and maybe I'll go easy on you" He says staring into my eye, his still dark and cloudy.

"I guess you'll never know" I say laughing at his anger. He pulls my hair tighter "Maybe I'll just fuck you better" He says bending down, whispering in my ear. "Good luck" I whisper back. Randy smirks, grabbing my neck and planting a long kiss on my lips. I begin massaging his growing bulge through his pants. He breaks the kiss to slide my shorts off. He pushes me down onto the bed, sliding us both up. He spreads my legs and teases my clit with his tongue. His eyes lock on mine as I already begin to squirm. Back and fourth, around and around his tongue softly circles. He loves slow, making sure I squirm more and move with every movement. I put my hand on his head preparing to reach my climax quickly when he abruptly stops.

"What the hell" I say. "Not until I say so" He says licking his lips. He unbuckles his pants, completely undressing afterward, I do the same thing. He sits on his knees, eyes scanning my body slowly. I can feel my vagina pulsating, waiting for him.... For his touch. He gets between my legs, leaning over me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the bed before pressing his entire length into my throbbing vagina. He begins stroking, long, hard, fast, deep. Screams of pleasure begin to escape my lips, I try to muffle them. "LET IT OUT" Randy barks, he loves hearing me scream his name. I open my house and stick my tongue out. He grabs my neck and spits in my mouth before connecting his lips with mine again. his tongue battled mine while he pushed his length into me further and futher

I feel a warmth build up inside of me again, this time more intense. "Fuck! Ohhh fuck Randy! I- oooohhh" I struggle to get my words out as this warmth builds and builds. He swirls his thumb around my throbbing clit, intensifying everything all at once. Just as I begin to reach the tip of climax he stops and pulls out. It's almost like torture not only for me but also for him. He was sweaty, his rock hard member was throbbing, begging for release just like I was. "You're so fucking sexy" Randy says, his hands explore my body, I could tell he wanted to rip me apart, fuck my brains out ten times over. He put my nipple in his mouth, sucking and softly biting while massaging my clit once again. The feeling in euphoric, I never wanted it to stop. I grab his throbbing member, stroking it slowly. I can hear his soft moans and feel his labored breathing.

I push him off of me and get on all fours, shaking my ass in the air. "Fuck me like this" I say looking back at him. Randy could never resist my ass, it was his favorite thing about me. He wasted no time getting behind me and pushing his entire length inside of me once again. We both sigh loudly with relief. Randy groans loudly while he slams himself into me over and over again. The room filled with claps like thunder and loud screams from me. "Randy! Fuck me Randy!" I scream. "Cum all over this dick!" Randy screams. He slams himself into me roughly over and over again, slapping my ass in between strokes. I scream loudly as I finally reach my climax more intensely than I ever have before. My body begins shaking with pleasure as I collapse on the bed. Randy quickly pulls out of me, stroking his dick until his warm juice comes rushing out "Oh fuckk oh fuck" Randy groans loudly. Randy collapses on the bed next to me. "I fucked you better" He says out of breath

[rhodesrider]

Anger Problems

CG! Randy O x Little! Black! Fem! Reader

Warnings: Screaming and Yelling Outburst, Regression-Slipping, crying, affirmations for both Caregiver and Little

Minors DNI! 18+!

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Screaming. It’s always screaming. Randy sighed ignoring the fact of his little was having a hissy fit. A bad one at that. She would scream at the top of her lungs to try and get what she wants. Or she would tear up the house, funny thing this is before she fully slips. She would scream and cry at Randy for not listening and throw pillows at him. Surprisingly he’s a calm being with Y/N, anyone else would have had been on the floor. “Y/N last warning-“ “Fuck you and your warnings!” She yelled and walked away to the master bedroom crying. Randy sighed, he hated seeing her like this, but he rides it out. She only gets like this after work. But Randy gets tired of it, only for her to scream and cry herself a headache. He got up from the island in the kitchen that he was sitting at and he walked up to the room after a good 10 minutes. He was at the door hearing small sobbing, he sighed and he knocked on the door mimicking the knock from Frozen. “Is it ok if I come in princess?” “…Yes…” He walked in and saw not a woman full of anger and rage and didn’t know how to control it to save her life, but a little girl, eyes full of tears and wearing one of his shirts. “Hey sweetie.” He smiled, he forgets all the bad seeing her like this. Him needing to protect her, care for her, and reassure her that no matter how bad it is between them that Daddy is always gonna be there.

“Daddy…” she started to cry again knowing she was yelling and screaming again. He hugged her close and kissed her cheek. “It’s ok princess, daddy’s not mad. But we got to remember our breathing exercises. Remember, if I gotta do them you have to as well.” She nodded and she sniffled wiping her tears away. He got on the bed a different way, facing her while crossing his legs close, “Let’s go, 1…2…” Y/N readies herself some and started the breathing. He couched her through it and smiling as I saw her crying stopped. “That’s it, again. 1…2…Tuna.” He smirked as she was caught off guard and giggled some at the word. “Daddy you mean 3.” “Aw shoot, I’m forgetting how to count again. My fault sweetie. Lemme see…1…2…4-“ “No! It’s 3!” She covered her mouth as she heard herself yell again. Randy just sighed and smiled removing her hands from her mouth. “It’s ok baby, daddy was being silly. That was on me.” She smiled and jumped on him hugging him close. He was honest the only one that could deal with her mannerisms. “I know work made you feel icky. So let’s get you comfy and we can make some food.” “Can we have pizza?” She smiled. “You had pizza last night, but I’ll make a deal. You want pizza again? Olives, and mushrooms.” Her nose turned up and she wanted to abandon the pizza idea, but she wanted stuffed crust. “Can I have stuffed breads?” He smiled and nodded and they shook hands on the idea.

“Ok so, like I said before, you can’t be cheating in uno like this.” Randy said laughing after Y/N was simply just stacking cards down in the pile. “It’s not cheating daddy.” She grumbled some and waited for his turn. “Yes it is! How are you just gonna stack like that!” Randy saw she had one more card left. “Uno!” She smiled and giggled happy she was winning. “I’ll let you have that one since you had a bad day today at work, but any other game we do? That’s my win.” Randy smirked. She rolled her eyes and got up off the daybed putting her plate away. “Daddy?” Randy looked up demolishing a slice. “Yea princess what’s up?” He asked chewing but covering his mouth while facing her. “I’m sorry for yelling and screaming…” he finished that slice and sighed getting up as well putting the box on the stove and hugging her. “I know you don’t mean it baby, that’s why I’m patient with you. We take our time everyday and you are trying your best and it’s ok.” She hugged him back so happy that somehow this force of nature, apex predator, and what ever else they call him, has a heart for her. “Thank you so much Randy.” She shed one tear and Randy wiped it away. “Come on, best 2 outta 3?” He egged on and she nodded running over to shuffle the cards.

[windhamsrotunda]

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RHEA RIPLEY

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EDGE / CHRISTIAN CAGE FICS | HEADCANONS (MOSTLY SMUT!!)

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BRAY WYATT

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90s! BRET HART

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RANDY ORTON

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[adriswrld]

Randy Orton's sister x Alexa Bliss / Charlotte Flair x Reader

request/trope: enemies (on screen)/ friends to lovers (irl) trope with Alexa Bliss

a.n: so this request was messaged to me and they gave a lot of what they wanted for the plot so I will be going off of their request the best I can! Will probably change some stuff so it fits the plot better but that's it!

this came from my wattpad first btw! my wattpad is -adriswrld :)

Y/N hopped off her motorcycle that she just parked next to her brother's car also known as Randy Orton's car. "You know you really need to start using your car. I warned you about how dangerous those things are," Randy scolded, grabbing his suitcase and hers out of the car. She usually couldn't fit her second suitcase on her bike so she had Randy hold onto it. "I heard you the first million times Randal, stop nagging on me," Y/N said in an annoyed tone. Randy rolled his eyes at her using his full name. "I'm just worried about you Y/N. I'm allowed to be after that incident," Randy said and Y/N clenched her jaw hoping he would stop bringing that up to make her feel guilty.

"Yes Randy I got tired, made a mistake hurt someone in the ring but it had nothing to do with a motorcycle or my break up with Ashley. So back off please." Randy sighed and nodded, choosing to let it go for now but it didn't stop his concern for her well being. Now that Ashley would be on the same brand as her then he knew it would be even harder on her. Y/N walked in the building with her suitcases and headed to the locker room. They must've been meeting some of the new girls because tonight was the night of the SmackDown draft. Y/N really hated the drafts because there was an extra amount of people than a normal amount of people for a Smackdown episode.

Y/N chewed on her gum as she entered the locker room, heading straight to her locker and ignoring everyone but they were used to it. "Y/N! Come here I wanna introduce you to someone!" Trinity called over and Y/N let out a sigh before getting up from the bench. "Lexi this is Y/N Orton. Y/N this is Lexi Kaufman aka Alexa Bliss." Trinity introduced. Y/N just a gave an uninterested nod, not bothering to shake Alexa's hand or make any kind of contact. "Hi...yeah I gotta go now," Y/N mumbled before walking out of the locker room without another word. "Oh...uh okay," Alexa mumbled awkwardly. She was aware Y/N wasn't exactly the most social person but she didn't really expect that. Especially since her own crush just treated her like a high school jock would.

"Don't take it personal. She's always like that." Nikki Bella said, patting Alexa's shoulder with a warm smile. "Yeah I didn't, just caught me off guard."

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Y/N groaned getting a message to head to Hunter's office. As Hunter was apart of creative he had an idea for Y/N's new storyline as she was finished with her last one. Y/N lost her fued to Becky Lynch for the SmackDown Women's Championship, helping put over the orange haired woman in the process.

Y/N didn't mind helping put over the newer women she just hoped they would put her in a storyline with her brother sooner or later. The least they could do is let her win matches. She was literally an Orton, she shouldn't have to look weak. All they did was show Randy giving her advice in backstage segments or promos.

Y/N walked into the office and sat down on the chair, not even acknowledging Alexa Bliss sitting there as well. "You called me?" Y/N raised a brow, chewing on her new piece of gum. Alexa didn't have to question why Y/N had such a sharp jawline now. "Yes I have a new storyline for you that I think you'll like a lot," Triple H said. Y/N perked up hoping they'd finally pair her with her older brother. "You're gonna finally let me wrestle with my brother?" Y/N asked hopefully and Triple H pursed his lips. "Yes and No," he said, making Y/N slightly frown. "We decided to team you and your brother for the mixed match challenge but that's not gonna be apart of your storyline," Triple H said.

That's when Y/N finally realized Alexa was sitting next to her. "No way. You're gonna team me up with new girl?!" Y/N exclaimed, hating the idea of being in a tag team with anyone. Her brother was the only exception. "Ouch. I'm right here!" Alexa said, offended but still insanely attracted to Y/N when she was mad. "No Y/N we're not teaming you two up. You're actually gonna be fueding. It sets up Alexa's fued with Becky Lynch in the future," Triple H said. Alexa was super excited because she might possibly win her first championship in WWE after this first warm up fued. "Wait, so I'm gonna lose again?" Y/N asked incredulously.

"Yes and No. Neither of you will lose this fued as Alexa will move onto her fued with Becky Lynch for the SmackDown Women's Championship and you will move onto your next fued with Charlotte Flair for the Raw Women's Championship. Alexa will be a heel and you will turn babyface so you both will be on different brands soon. This is just a warm up fued. You get two months to make this fued big or its gonna cost your title shots in the future." Y/N nodded, excited to turn babyface as she had never been one before. She's always played a heel. Alexa was used to the heel role as she played one before in NXT.

Y/N obviously wasn't excited about a fued with her ex girlfriend Charlotte but if it gave her a title then she'd make the most of it. "Also, we're gonna slowly ease you into a tag team but you're still gonna hate each other, you just get along sometimes. It's like a opposite personalities kinda thing," Triple H added. "If it gets me a title shot then I can work with a tag team for now," Y/N said. "Is that all?" Hunter nodded and Y/N walked out without another word. Alexa sighed and she and Triple H began discussing more about her fued and character.

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It was the next week and Alexa was in the ring cutting a promo about how excited she was to be apart of the SmackDown brand. That was until she was cut off by Y/N's music and the crowd booed her in which she just ignored them. She wore a white crop top with some jeans and some sneakers, something really basic as she wasn't one for flashy clothing. Plus her character was more of a idgaf kinda character. "Well well well, if it isn't the cheerleader from NXT! Where's your little buddies? They didn't get drafted up with you? Aww," Y/N fake pouted, walking down the ramp.

"What do you want?" Alexa asked, a little taken back by the comments of Y/N. "Oh me? Yeah no I don't really want anything. I'm just here to be here. And sweetheart I've been here wayyy longer than you so I pretty much do whatever I want." Y/N stepped onto the ring apron and stepped into the ring making Alexa back up slightly. "You know for someone who's been here longer you haven't really accomplished much have you?" Alexa asked with a sweet smile. The crowd laughed at her comeback on Y/N who was visibly pissed at her audacity. "I'm a four time Women's Champion. That's more than you've done in your entire career so I'd watch your pretty mouth next time. If you want to be here in my ring and address this crowd then you have to earn it," Y/N stated.

"Okay. Then I'll earn it. Me and you right here, right now!" Alexa challenged. Y/N licked her lips and laughed, stepping back and sliding out of the ring. "Nah," Y/N shrugged, walking back up the ramp without another word. That was only the beginning of what was to come.

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(a month later)

Every week Y/N would always throw an insult or push around Alexa and the crowd loved every second of it. They even had a match last week and Y/N came out with the win but Alexa stuck her out of to her out of respect in which Y/N just walked pass her with zero emotion. But today, oh today was a different day. Last week Charlotte Flair had called out Y/N on Monday Night Raw. And obviously Y/N was not gonna let that slide. So she was out there to address the crowd tonight and call out Charlotte Flair who was in the building tonight. Y/N's music hit and she walked out, mic in a hand, glasses over her eyes and a steel chair in hand. Y/N stepped in the ring and set the chair up before taking a seat on it and leaning back.

Alexa watched backstage with a hitched breath, seeing Y/N in the leaned back position but images in her head that she felt she shouldn't even be imagining. It was obvious Y/N was still getting over her breakup with Ashley. And it's not like Y/N even acknowledged Alexa half the time. They'd cross paths and Y/N wouldn't even look at her, she'd just nod and walk past her. She was starting to wonder if Y/N hated her. "So you're all probably wondering what I'm out here for. Yeah last week I took a nasty bump so you probably think I'm injured but I'm perfectly fine. No no no, I'm out here to address the elephant in the room. Charlotte Flair." Y/N spoke, pulling off her glasses and clipping them on her tank top.

"See Charlotte Flair had no right calling me out on Raw as if I didn't whoop her ass countless times. She really had a lot to say about me. And I really don't know what I did so bad for her to call me some useless bully with no talent. Am I really a bully? I don't think I am. I prefer the term, snake. And I'll admit, I am a snake. I've turned my back on Charlotte several times. It's not my fault she managed to make everything about her. I don't blame Bayley and Sasha for turning on her. They just did what Becky Lynch is scared to do. Charlotte is scared of being alone. You wanna know how I know that?"

"Well I'll tell you anyways. See Charlotte's always been the chosen one. In middle school, in high school, in NXT. Meanwhile women like Bayley, Sasha Banks, Becky Lynch, Naomi, Tamina, Natalya, Emma, Alicia Fox, and many more couldn't even earn an opportunity to shine because Vincent Kennedy McMahon likes the young pretty blondes on his TV. Charlotte hasn't earned half the things she's been given. Because all the women I just listed, they've beaten her and where is their Championship? Where is my championship?! Charlotte Flair is always gonna be alone because if shes not in the spotlight then nobody can be and shes scared of that. So I'll tell you where my championship is. It's shoved so far up Charlotte's a-" Y/N was cut off by Charlotte's music.

Y/N clenched her jaw and bit her lip in anger. Everyone knew Y/N hated to be cut off. Charlotte walked out, Dana Brooke by her side like always. "Y/N, Y/N, Y/N....why are you so obsessed with me?" Y/N scoffed, watching as Charlotte walked down the ramp, her title around her waist. "I mean it's bad enough you're obsessed with poor little Alexa Bliss. But now you're moving onto me? Is it because i dumped you?" Charlotte laughed. Y/N looked down, still clenching her jaw and she could snap at any moment. "Oh right, I forgot you're still not over that," Charlotte frowned fakly and stepping in the ring.

Y/N still didn't move from her spot on her chair and continued to chew her gum with an annoyed face. "You done?" Y/N asked, raising an annoyed brow. "Hmmmm not really but it's embarrassing to see you not speak so I'll pause just for you," Charlotte hummed. Y/N stood up and kicked the chair the side, "I think you're forgetting that you called me out, you brought my name into your mouth and you showed up on my brand. So I suggest you rethink your decision before I rearrange your face so you won't be Championship material in anyone's eyes," Y/N spat out at Charlotte.

"Oh so you're saying that you're Championship material? You?" Charlotte deadpanned and Y/N nodded with a shrug. "Yeah but I'm not gonna be a cocky bitch like you and remind everyone each week," Y/N said. The crowd laughed and Charlotte clenched her jaw, clearly embarrassed. "I'm done here. I don't have to listen to this," Charlotte said, turning to walk away but Y/N grabbed her wrist. "Yeah well I'm not." Charlotte scoffed and sent a cheap shot to Y/N's face, laying her out so Dana kicked and attacked her.

Charlotte grabbed the chair and went to hit Y/N in the back until, the crowd suddenly burst into loud cheers when the music of Alexa Bliss hit and she ran out to Y/N's defense. Charlotte and Dana slid out immediately noticing Alexa holding a kendo stick in hand. Alexa slid in and shouted some threats at the two before walking over to Y/N who sat in the corner of the ring with a look of surprise. Alexa stuck her hand out to Y/N who looked around at the crowd that began the Daniel Bryan 'YES!" chants. Charlotte and Dana shouted 'no' as they knew if Alexa and Y/N teamed up then it would be the end for them.

Y/N let out a breath and took Alexa's hand, letting Alexa help pull her up and the crowd went nuts for it. Y/N and Alexa walked to the ropes shouting threats back and forth with Dana and Charlotte. Y/N picked up the mic and leaned forward on the ropes, "You and your little protégé versus me and The Goddess on Raw! I'll see you there because the minute I see you next week it's going down!" Y/N threw the mic and her music played all as the crowd cheered and Charlotte and Dana were having a meltdown.

Alexa grinned and hugged Y/N stiffened up out of surprise, that obviously not being scripted so she had no idea how to react. But the crowd was going nuts for it and the reactions were gold. Y/N still with a confused look, put an arm around Alexa's shoulder and it was basically Y/N showing some kind of affection so the crowd loved it. This team was over as hell and Vince McMahon was eating it up.

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That's how Y/N and Alexa were told they would now be a tag team until it was time for their title fueds. Basically this storyline got extended way longer than it should've been. Y/N didn't mind because it meant she was getting TV time and a big check. The only downside was that she had to now train with Alexa so they could rehearse their matches together, create a tag team finisher, a gimmick for their selves, and anything that could help with their chemistry. Alexa obviously wasn't complaining about spending time with her. That was until Y/N brought along Randy so now it definitely felt like Alexa was just third wheeling their sister and brother relationship.

Y/N pulled her gym bag on her shoulder and walked into the PC but this time Randy wasn't with her which caught Alexa off guard. "No Randy today?" Alexa asked. She and Y/N still had yet to actually speak a full sentence to each other since Randy basically spoke for Y/N knowing she had no interest in conversation with people she wasn't super familiar with. "Nah he's spending time with the wifey so it's just me. I did actually call a friend to come with but they bailed last minute." Y/N shrugged. Alexa nodded, pretending to be upset about that but she Sasha thrilled to actually sit down and talk with Y/N.

"So I was thinking maybe we can start coming up with our finisher because we have our match in a few days on Raw," Alexa said. Y/N just nodded and slid in the ring to stretch, Alexa following her. "Yeah I was talking to my friend about that and she suggested that maybe we just mix our finisher together instead of creating a whole new one," Y/N mumbled. "That's a great idea. What friend came up with that?" Alexa asked, slighty trying to figure out if it was Charlotte's idea. "My friend Kim, she's in ICW. Don't worry she's married to a man." Alexa's eyes widened, hoping Y/N wasn't onto her.

"What do you mean by that?" Alexa asked, trying to play dumb. "You're obviously wondering if Charlotte was that friend, which she was not. We haven't spoken to each other outside of work in weeks. We don't even speak in general unless we're doing a promo together," Y/N stated. "Oh well I was just curious," Alexa mumbled. "Mhm, sure," Y/N shrugged, not thinking too much of it because she didn't really care. "So I was thinking like maybe I do an RKO, then when they're on the floor you basically do the Twisted Bliss finisher," Y/N explained, standing up and popping her neck.

"Oh yeah I love that idea. Wait you know my finisher name?" Alexa asked. "I watched a few of your matches in NXT so I kinda picked up on your moveset," Y/N shrugged, not seeing it as a big deal but a lot of people would considering she almost never felt the need to watch other people's old matches to study moveset. "Oh okay, thanks," Alexa said, smiling to herself.

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Y/N slid in the ring and performed an RKO on Dana Brooke, laying her out so Alexa could perform Twisted Bliss. Alexa performed the finisher and pinned Dana to the three count, making the crowd get on their feet and cheer. Alexa immediately ran and hugged Y/N who once again awkwardly patted Alexa's back. The referee lifted their arms, signifying their win before letting them back down. When they got backstage they were congratulated on their performance and Y/N immediately left to catering where Bayley was holding her phone for her. "Thanks," Y/N said, taking her phone and going to sit on a random stage box.

As she sat down she was approached by Charlotte who sat down next to her. "What do you want Ashley? You dumped me, you left me, you ruined it. I don't need any explanation from you and I sure as hell don't wanna be friends." Before Charlotte could even get a word out, Y/N walked off without even hearing what Charlotte had to say. Charlotte let out a sigh and Alexa walked over to her, "I'm kinda biased because she's my tag partner but I think you should just let her be. She's made it clear she doesn't wanna be friends or get together," Alexa stated, patting Charlotte's shoulder and walking over to Bayley and Sasha.

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Three weeks later it was Smackdown and Y/N had a match tonight against Carmella, from what was scheduled but she was cutting a promo in the ring first. "Now three weeks ago myself and my tag partner Alexa Bliss beat Charlotte Flair and Dana Brooke. And for some reason, I thought it was gonna end there. Ya know? But Charlotte just can't accept defeat. Which is why last week she tried to get me alone and twist her way into my mind to turn me against my partner Alexa Bliss. And I don't take kindly to people trying to manipulate me." Y/N said, sitting criss cross in the middle on the ring.

"And so I was wondering how did Charlotte manage to get me alone? If Alexa is with me at all times? And so I asked Alexa where she was and she told me that Carmella and her little friends, locked Alexa in the locker room. And I think we all know by now is that I really don't like when someone messes with the people I care about. So, I challenged Carmella to a match earlier today and I have yet to get my answer so Carmella, if you could come on out here that would be greatly appreciated. And once I'm done with you, I'll put my focus back on Charlotte Flair."

Y/N stood up and looked to the jumbotron with the audience and that's when they suddenly showed Carmella walking into Y/N and Alexa's shared locker room. Alexa immediately looked away from the television and glared at Carmella, "What are you doing in our room?" Carmella chuckled and crossed her arms over her chest, "Relax, I just wanna talk to you. It's about Y/N." Alexa furrowed her brows and crossed her arms, squinting at Carmella in suspicion. "What about her?"

"I really hate to be the bearer of bad news but I think she's thinking about leaving you for Charlotte. I saw them talking last week and they looked really close. I also noticed how Y/N didn't ask you to come out with her, maybe she just doesn't need you anymore so she's to let you down easy," Carmella said with a fake frown. Alexa looked down, not wanting to believe what Carmella was saying but it was hard not to when Y/N was being more distant. "Why should I believe you when you and your little friends locked me in the locker room?" Alexa glared at her, not even caring what Carmella had to say anymore.

"You know what? I don't care. Get out!" Alexa snapped. Carmella clenched her jaw, "Fine, fine you win," She went to turn around, only to sucker punch Alexa in the face. Y/N seen this and immediately went to run out of the ring until Natalya, Lana and Tamina, three of Carmella's lackies, attacked her from behind. As Alexa finally shoved Carmella into the wall, she turned to look at the TV that showed Y/N being attacked. "She's always there for you. Will you be there for her?" Carmella chuckled, getting up and tackling Alexa, both of them going at it until security had to pull them apart.

Y/N tried her best to fight back but only got kicked down each time. That's when the crowd went absolutely insane hearing Charlotte Flairs music. Charlotte ran down the ramp literally in heels and hit Lana with a big boot on the outside. Charlotte slid in the ring but Tamina and Natalya slid out before she could attack. Y/N leaned onto her left shoulder, holding her midsection in pain, thinking Charlotte would now attack her. But instead Charlotte leaned down and comforted her whilst glaring at Lana, Tamina, and Natalya.

Alexa finally managed to pull from the security and run down to the gorilla but when she finally got the stage, nobody was in the ring anymore. The crowd chanted 'CHARLOTTE SAVED HER!' and Alexa's face showed a clear sign of sadness but also a look of jealousy and anger.

Backstage when the segment was finished Alexa found Y/N actually having a conversation with Charlotte. She furrowed her brows in confusion when she noticed Y/N had actually smiled at Charlotte. Y/N never smiled. Alexa sighed and sat down on the stage box, close enough to where she could eavesdrop. "So, do you maybe wanna grab some coffee later? I know a good place nearby," Charlotte said. Y/N hummed in thought, she had planned to do some late night training with Alexa but maybe she could cancel. Alexa wouldn't be that mad would she?

"Uh yeah sure, I gotta cancel training but yeah, I'm down," Y/N said. Alexa gaped in offense and jealousy which she would never admit to.

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A few weeks more went on and Y/N and Alexa were one of the most talked about tag teams ever. Y/N and Alexa would be scheduled on both brands, fueding with Charlotte and Dana. When Charlotte had saved Y/N when Alexa wasn't there, that did cause a lot of miscommunication and problems between the two. Charlotte was manipulating Y/N all over again and Alexa was sick of it so last week she challenged Charlotte to a match on Smackdown. Off screen, Y/N had been spending a ton of time with Ashley. Even more than she did with Alexa. But the more Y/N distanced from Alexa, the more she realized how she really felt for her tag partner.

She loved her. And not the best friend type of love...

Y/N was sitting down in her shared locker room with Alexa, eating a piece of pizza when Alexa walked in. "Hey, can we talk?" Alexa asked. Y/N gave her a thumbs up and turned off the television before turning to look at Alexa who had just sat down next to her on the couch. "What's up?" Y/N asked, tossing the pizza on her plate and giving Alexa her full attention. "I was gonna ask why you've been so distant lately? You're always canceling our meet ups and most of the time I find out on Twitter that you basically ditched me for Charlotte," Alexa asked, slighty looking away as she didn't want to fully look at Y/N, scared of her reaction.

"Are you implying something? You do realize I'm not obligated to give you my attention every second, right?" Y/N raised a brow, immediately growing an attitude, but that was all to hide what she really wanted to say. Alexa frowned and squinted her eyes at Y/N, "I didn't say that. I'm just kinda bothered that you're not putting in as much work because you're too busy spending time with Charlotte."

Y/N scoffed and stood up, "No no no, I have been putting in my blood sweat and tears to make this team work. Just because I want to hang out with a friend doesn't mean I don't care about this team! I do care, and I show that every week when I walk down that ramp." Now Alexa had scoffed, "Oh yeah? Are you really that sure you're friends? It seems like way more than that to me." Y/N's eyes widened slightly at the accusation and she rolled her eyes, grabbing her bag and getting ready to leave. She wasn't scheduled for a match, she just had to cut a promo backstage for Alexa's match.

"Uh huh, leave. It's what you seem to do best! I mean you sure had no problem bailing on all our plans for Charlotte. Maybe you should go cry to her," Alexa said, causing Y/N to pause in her steps and shut the door. "You literally have no fucking idea what you're talking about! You wanna know why I pushed you away?! Because, I realized how much I actually like spending time with you. And I realized that I fell in love with you when I promised I wouldn't fall in love ever again. And maybe, just maybe, that scared the shit out of me, so I pushed you away, because I haven't felt this way about anyone since Ashley. So I'm sorry." Y/N stormed out before Alexa could even get a word out.

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Y/N walked down the halls, holding her duffle bag on her shoulder and heading down to the parking lot to leave. The show was finished, Alexa won her match but could barely focus on celebrating it because Y/N wasn't by her side. Y/N had powered her phone off as well so she ignored every single call and text she got from Lexi. Y/N cursed under her breath seeing Lexi standing beside her car which was parked right next to Y/N's motorcycle. Y/N immediately tossed her duffle bag on the back, not even sparing Lexi a glance which made her frown. As Y/N goes to hop on her bike, Lexi grabs her arm, stopping her.

"Can we talk in the car?" Lexi asked. Y/N licked her lips and reluctantly agreed after a few seconds of silence. Lexi walked around to the driver's side and Y/N hopped in the passenger seat. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Y/N finally decided to break it. "I meant it, ya know? Every word," she mumbled. Lexi suddenly grabbed Y/N by her jacket and pulled their lips together. It didn't take Y/N long to kiss back with more passion. Lexi pulled away first for breath and leaned her forehead against Y/N's, "I love you too." She mumbled. A smile grew on Y/N's face and she kissed Lexi again, and they pulled away after a few seconds to breath.

"I literally had the biggest crush on you for years, like way before I even met you," Lexi admitted. Y/N chuckled and leaned back in the seat. "If I met you sooner, I can guarantee that I would most definitely had liked you back."

Two days later, Y/N and Lexi both cuddled on Lexi's sofa, binge watching Disney movies.

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Night Out - Randy Orton (18+)

Randy Orton x Female!Reader

Summary: Mom wants reader to come and meet her new boyfriend but the reader goes out and parties instead and meets a handsome stranger.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Cream Pie, Semi Public sex, Sex in dark ally, Cussing, Reader is of age! Randy Orton being a dick. College Student!Female!Reader

Word Count: 2,856 

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“Mom, I told you I can’t tonight.” You told your mother over the phone while checking yourself out in the mirror, applying red lipstick. 

“Why can’t you, Y/N? I want you to meet him. What plans do you have on a Saturday night that makes you so busy?” You could hear the begging in your mothers voice laced in with disappointment.

 You rubbed your lips together, making sure the red gloss smeared perfectly. Your eyes darted towards the untouched books collecting dust on the desk in the corner of the bedroom. “Studying.” You spoke through the speaker. 

“Can’t you just take a night off from studying? Please?”

“Mom, I can’t. I promise myself that I'll get better grades this semester.” You somewhat spoke truthfully. You’ve been studying more than last semester but the bars always called your name to come out and drink. 

Your mother let out a sigh in defeat. “I suppose your education is more important than my love life.”

“Mom-”

“It’s fine, Y/N. I wouldn’t expect you to drive so far just to meet some man I have feelings for.” 

A low groan escaped from your lips, facepalming yourself. “Okay, I’ll come down next Friday after classes, how would that sound?” 

A loud high pitched squeal screeched through the speakers, you had to pull the phone away from your ear before it burst your eardrums. “That sounds perfect!”

“Okay mom, I really have to go.” You eyed yourself in the mirror, wearing a tight red dress along with the same colored heels. 

“Of course, don’t study too hard! I’ll see you next week. I love you.” Your mother squeaked.

A grin appeared on your lips as you looked at the books behind you in the mirror. “Oh, I’ll try not to. I love you too, mom.” With that you ended the phone call. You didn’t like to lie to your mother but this is what college is all about, partying, drinking and having a ton of sex. 

Grabbing your keys and purse you headed towards the door, exiting out of your apartment. You’d rather get boocockied on by a hot guy than meeting your mother’s lover. Your parents divorced a few years ago because your dad cheated on her with a younger woman, she was a few years older than you. 

Twisting the key, you locked the door and made your way down the hallway and out of your apartment complex. The sun set in the distance and the stars started to peek into the night sky along with the moon. You waved at your elderly neighbor who was watering her flowers. 

“Hi Mrs. Kerrio.” You smiled. 

“Going out, I see.” 

“Just treating myself for studying so hard.” You gave her a grin. 

“Yes, you do like to study the male body.” Mrs. Kerrio teased with a wink. You laughed at her response and walked to your car, you’ve lived there long enough for her to see some men walk in and out of your apartment. “Oh, to be young again.” She shook her head, continuing to spray her growing flowers and plants. 

Arriving at the bar you did what you always do when it comes to getting a man in your bed. Scoping out the area of the place, seeing who are the couples aka the men that are off limits. Watching the group of people on the dance floor, grinding up against each other, you groan in disgust. It seems like nowadays the more ‘experimented’ gentlemen don’t come to the bars anymore. Sighing, you need to face the fact about dating someone your own age. The thought of that made you sick, just imagining dating a male that was basically a virgin and not knowing the female body made you not want to date.

Something caught your eye on the other side of the dance floor. A good looking man with a light tan, raised his glass in the air and wiggled his eyebrows. He looked fairly young, but looks are always deceiving. You acted as if you weren’t interested, a cat and mouse game was always fun.

Swiveling your chair back to face the bar you waited for the stranger to approach you. Stirring your fruity drink you waited and waited. 

“Don’t act like you’re not interested.” A gravelly voice spoke beside you. 

“Excuse you?” You arched your eyebrow at how he had so many other things he could say he chose to pick this. 

“You saw me show interest in you and you turned around, waiting for me.” His eyes darted to my drink. “You’re also having a fruity drink.”

“Which means?” You eyed his ink covered arm; his wrists were covered in black symbols from his elbow to his shoulder covered in skulls, looking back up to his crystal blue eyes, the man also had a salt and peppered beard.

He chuckled. “Which means you’re waiting for someone to ask if they can buy you a drink, a real drink. Something stronger, something to really get you buzzed.” The male raised two fingers towards the bartender. “Two shots of whiskey, please.” The bartender who was cleaning a glass nodded his head, stopped what he was doing and started to serve us. Pouring whisky into two shot glasses he slid them towards us. 

The man smirked, grabbing his glass and held it up. “To a new friendship?” He smirked, quickly tossing the shot back and swallowing it as if it was nothing. 

“Or something more?” You grabbed your glass and quickly shot it back, luckily college taught you one thing, how to handle liquor. 

“Randy.” He introduced himself. 

“Y/N.” You licked the remaining whiskey off of your lips. “How’d you know all about what I was doing?” 

“I can read women and what they want.” He shrugged. 

“What do I want now?” You bit your bottom lip, looking up at him. Hoping to hear what you wanted out of his mouth. 

“A nice, romantic date and wanting to get to know each other, dinner maybe and for me to meet your parents and see where it goes.” 

Your face fell. This man wanted something and you’re here craving for something else than intimacy. 

Randy laughed. “I’m joking, you obviously want to be pinned to a surface and have your pussy pounded.” He growled, his eyes becoming dark. “Lets face it, you don’t care about me and I don’t care about your family tree. I don’t care where you’re from or your past. All I care about is you giving me consent on fucking you.” 

You swallowed hard, not expecting that you raised your finger up. Another shot of whiskey slid towards you. Grabbing the shot you drank it quickly, swallowing the burning liquid, you nodded. “Let’s fucking go.” You breathed out. 

Randy slammed a twenty dollar bill on the counter, grabbing your hand and dragging you away from the bar. Not even caring about his change he was supposed to receive. 

Walking out into the cool night, Randy looked around for his or your car in the parking lot full of vehicles. “Fuck it.” He snarled, dragging you into a dark alley and pinned you up against the rough brick wall. 

You normally don’t fuck strangers in a dark alley passway but there was something about this man that made you want to do this. Randy spun you around, pushing your breasts against the brick surface and started to fumble with your dress, pushing it upwards. “Naughty girl, no panties.” He panted, his chest started to heave. His large hand smoothing over your bare cheeks, only to go downwards and cupped your already drenched pussy. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re soaking wet.” Randy laughed, the tip of his index finger dipping past your folds, entering you. 

A soft cry escaped from your lips, arching your back and pushing your hips towards the man for him to push more digits into you. “So needy.” He hummed, pulling his hand away from your heat you whined loudly at the lost contact. “I love it.”

You heard Randy’s belt buckle clank as he tugged his pants down. “Randy, hurry.” You needily whined out, swaying your ass. 

Randy slapped your ass roughly and gripped it. “Be patient.” He sternly said, his hot breath hitting your neck. Randy pushed down his boxers and stroked his throbbing cock. He kicked your ankles, spreading your legs further apart. 

“Randy please, I need you.” Randy shoved you roughly against the rigid wall. A soft whimper escaped your lips, a bit of terror ran down your spine from the roughness, but your pussy throbbed with excitement. You wouldn’t be surprised if bruises appeared on your breasts after being pinned so roughly against the wall.

“You want it so bad, then fine.” He hissed in your ear. Randy pinned your hips against the wall with his, grabbing the base of his cock he slid it in between your lips, pushing through your tightness. 

You both moaned loudly, Randy quickly covered your mouth with his hand. “Shh, shh.” He hushed you as a group of college students walked past the entrance way of the alley, heading towards the bar you and Randy were in. 

Once the group of young adults were out of sight, Randy started to pump his hips against you. His thick cock rammed in and out of your wet, aching pussy. “Oh my god, fuck- fuck yes.” Your cries were muffled by Randy’s hand. He let go of your mouth, turning your head towards him he placed his lips against yours. 

His free hand gripped your waist as your hands were against the brick wall, trying to steady yourself from Randy’s forceful thrusts. As you held yourself up against the wall it bit at the palm of your hands, leaving scuff marks. You bit Randy’s bottom lip and gave it a tug, letting go. 

“Such a whore.” He teased, a smirk on his lips. 

“Then fuck me like a whore.” You nearly screamed as his cock hit your pussy from a different angle. 

“Fuck, your pussy is so tight around my fucking cock. Nearly came when I entered you.” He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut. 

“Fuck, just like that, don’t stop.” You wailed out, the coil in your stomach tightening. Randy’s cock twitched in your tight channel. “Is somebody about to come?” You teased, looking over your shoulder with a cocky smirk. 

“Yeah, you are.” He let go of your waist and grabbed your hair, giving it a rough tug and started to thrust faster. Your lower belly grew hotter and tighter, your cunt gripped Randy’s cock like a viper grip. The hand that Randy used upon your mouth now in between your thighs, circling and rubbing your sensitive clit.

“Holy shit!” You screamed, clawing at the bricks, trying to dig your nails into the hard clay. “Yes, yes, yes.” You gritted your teeth and shut your eyes tightly as you were at the peak of your orgasm. 

“Yeah come for me, fucking slut.” Randy’s grip grew tighter in your hair. You started to see dark spots as you reached your climax. 

“I’m- I’m coming, I’m fucking coming.” You sobbed, your come creaming all over Randy’s cock. 

“Fuck yes, come on be baby. Come on me.” Randy’s thick cock exploded in you, his hot come painting your walls white. “Fuck yes, take all of my come. Such a good girl.” He grunted, pumping his cock a few more times as he emptied himself in you. 

You stood there shocked, he was the first man ever to come in you. You forgot a condom and you didn’t realize he didn’t wrap himself, maybe that’s why it felt so fucking good. Randy slowly pulled out of your tight cunt, watching both of your come slipped down your inner thigh. He chuckled at the sight of the mess on you. Your pussy pulsing now that there was nothing stuffed inside of you.

“That was fun.” Randy breathed out, already pulling his boxers and pants up.

“Y- Yeah, it was. We should do it again sometime, yeah?” You suggested fixing your dress while Randy was already tucking his shirt into his pants. 

“Sorry sweetheart, one ticket per-person.” He winked. “Or should I say, one cream pie per-person.” 

You frowned, not only did you let this man come in you, he was also fucking women with no protection. “You’re disgusting.” You scoffed, walking away, exiting out of the alley

“Don’t take it personally baby, it was fun!” He shouted out behind you.

The days rolled on and it was Friday night again. As you got ready to meet your mother’s new lover, you thought about the dark alley fuck you had last weekend. Wishing you stopped and tried to talk to the man instead of storming off, but then again what kind of man was he really after he said those things to you.

Sighing, you grabbed your purse and left your hotel room and made your way to your car. 

Appearing at the restaurant you looked around, trying to find some familiar faces. “Y/N! Over here!” Your mother waved, making your way to the table full of siblings you sat next to your older brother. 

“How’s college?” Your brother, Nic asked. “Fucked silly and sideways along with hangovers?” He snickered. 

“Shut up.” You hissed, not wanting your mother to hear what you’ve been up to at college. 

“Everyone, this is Randy.” Your head snapped towards your mother, at the other end of the table. The male with the familiar tattoos and cold blue eyes stared at you. Your jaw dropped at his appearance. “We’ve been dating for a couple of months and I wanted you all to meet him.” Your mother rubbed his shoulder to make him comfortable. “Randy, this is Nic, Adam and Y/N.” The two boys said ‘Hi’ but you didn’t say a word, just staring at the man that fucked you last week.

“Y/N, aren’t you going to say hi?” 

You swallowed, trying to collect saliva in your dry mouth. “H- Hi.” 

“Nice dress, Y/N.” 

Your face became bright red, it was the same dress he fucked you in last week.

“Let’s eat.” Adam said, looking at the menu. 

“Fancy mom’s boyfriend do ya?” Nic giggled next to you in a hush whisper. 

“I don’t.” You hissed. Quickly grabbing your menu to hide your face in. 

You didn’t even know what the fuck you ordered. Your mind was all over the place and your heart was racing. Everyone made small talk while you stayed silent.

“So, Y/N. Your mom says you're in college. What’s your major?” Randy asked, taking a bite from his food. 

“Why do you care?” You grumbled, not wanting to give this man any information about your life.

“Y/N!” Your mother gasped. “Don’t be rude.”

“It’s fine, I understand.” Randy chuckled, licking his lips. “Do you drink, Y/N?”

“Y/N?” Your mother laughed. “Y/N doesn’t drink. She’s too busy with her nose in a book, studying.” Your mother dabbed her lips with a napkin. 

Your eyes darted towards Randy while he smirked at you. “Oh, I understand.” 

You placed your utensils down rather loudly and quickly pushed your chair out making a loud screeching sound. Everyone at your table and in the restaurant stared at you. “I need some air.” You made your way towards the exit. 

Taking a deep breath of fresh oxygen, you tried to collect yourself. “So, you’re not a good girl like your mother thinks you are.” Randy chuckled. 

“Did you know?” 

“Know what?” 

“That I was her daughter.”

“No.” 

“Then why’d you do it?” You spat. “Why’d you fuck me?” 

Randy looked away, swallowing. “I was once married too, okay? She helped me out with a drug addiction but once I got cleaned, I left her. I started to fuck other women, I went to bars to pick up girls your age.” His eyes looked at you, up and down, your stomach clenched. “Then I wanted something else, I wanted a woman a bit older. Well, your mother didn’t get the memo on what a one night stand was.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “So, I decided to stay... I thought I was ready to settle down again, but I craved for younger women. I didn’t want to break your mothers heart so I go out of town to fuck women, I went to the nearest town with a college.”

“Was I your first pick ever since you’ve been with my mother?”

“Yeah.” Randy scratched the back of his neck. 

“Jesus fucking christ.” You placed your head in your hands, hopefully not smearing your makeup. 

Randy stalked towards you. “How about we just go back inside and try to enjoy dinner.” You were about to push him away but he grabbed your wrist and pulled you close to him. “Be good or I’ll take you to the nearest alley and fuck you.” He growled. 

“Is that a promise?” You batted your eyes, your panties now getting wet. 

Randy smirked widely. “You're a dirty little minx, aren’t you?” 

[unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin]

Daddy Orton spoiling his darling, please this Yandere series wants to kill me apparently 😆

Spoiled Rotten Sweet

Summary: The only thing Randy loves more then spoiling you is you.

Warning: this is Yandere, but it’s a bit softer then some of my other stuff. Randy is also given the honorific of ‘daddy’ in the fic.

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“Baby!” You heard Randy’s voice call from the living room. You quickly got up from bed to hurry down the hall. You found the man lounging on the couch, a glass of whiskey in his hand. You bounced over to sit on his lap, your legs on either side of him and his arm wrapped around to hold you steady.

“Hi daddy.” You greeted, letting you hands rest on his chest.

“How was your nap baby?” He took a sip of his whiskey.

“Good daddy.”

“Well, something got here while you were resting.” He gestures to the box sitting on the couch next to him. You look between him and the box a bit, making him chuckle. “Go ahead.” 

You reached over and grabbed it, seeing it had been opened already. When you opened the flaps you were met with a pile of deep green clothe. You reached in to feel the velvet and pulled it up, realizing it was a dress.

“You like it baby?” You nodded, still looking at it. You felt a small pinch on your leg, making you Yelp a bit while looking up at Randy. “I ask you something.”

“I love it daddy.” You whispered, feeling him cup your face in his hand.

“Good, I knew it would look amazing on you tonight.” You frowned at his words a bit confused.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you’ve been so good these past few months. Doing your chores, not breaking rules, and it’s been a year since… the incident. So, I’m going to take you out for dinner.”

You felt your face light up at his words. It felt to good to be true. “Really daddy?” You practically whispered, worried that he would suddenly say he was lying.

“Really.” He assured you, kissing your lips lightly. “Now go get ready for our night out. I want you to look like my pretty little eye candy.” He sent you off to your room with a light pat on your ass.

—————

An hour later you were wearing the long sleeve dress Randy had gotten you, along with some black heels. Your hair was done along with light makeup, just how Randy always liked it.

“Look at you,” you turned to see Randy leaning against the door to the bathroom. He himself was wearing a black suit, adored with a deep green tie. “Looking like a snake. Half tempted to just keep you here for myself.” You must have looked panicked because he chuckled at you and held out his hand.

The two of you walked to the side door, and you watched as he unlocked it. Once it opened he led you into the garage and helped you into the car. Once he got in he turned to you while locking the doors.

“I will only tell you this once. If you even think about trying anything, I will drag you back home and you will never see the outside of this house again.” His eye were staring right at you, and you you knew he fully meant what he was saying. “Understood?”

You nodded, and that seemed to be enough for him. He pressed a button to open the garage, and turned the car on to drive away.

——————

Randy ended up taking you to a fancy restaurant, and although you were distracted by seeing other people, you had a surprisingly good time. After Randy paid for dinner you expected him to simply take you home, but instead he stopped in front of a tattoo parlor.

“Where are we?”

“I have one more surprise for you.” He said before getting out and getting you out. When you walked in the place was empty except for one tattoo artist.

“Hey Josh.”

“What’s up man? This must be the lady?” The guy greeted, looking over at you.

“This is her, you got the area ready?”

“Lead the way.” He gestured to a seat already set up for someone.

“Sit down Babygirl.” Randy told you, making you give him while eyes.

“W-what?”

“Calm down.” He whispered, hugging you to his body. “I just want a marking showing who’s you are.” His fingers lightly danced over your color bone. “But, I did ask for something extra.” He showed you a photo. It was a design you were going to get a while ago, before Randy, but you obviously hadn’t. “You get mine, and I’ll let you get that. Deal?”

“…Deal” you agreed after a moment of silence.

—————

A week later you looked at the words that were written across you color bone. ‘Daddy’s Princess.’ The skin was no longer red, and you didn’t know how to feel.

“I love that tattoo so much.” Randy’s deep voice whispered as he walked up behind you. “Now you will always belong to me.” At his words you finally let a tear slid down your face. “Aww, don’t cry. Now I can spoil you rotten for the rest of our life’s.” 

[dirtywrestling]

Randy Orton - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst

Series:

Backstage Affairs -💦

Hotel Secrets Part 2 of Backstage Affairs -💦

No Strings Attached n the Ring Part 3 of Backstage Affairs -💦

One Shots:

In the Middle Featuring Edge -💦

Night Out -💦

Paid Protection Featuring John Cena -💦

[claymorexpunisher]

Feeling The Christmas Spirit (18+ One Shot)

DISCLAIMER: This is NSFW. If that's not your thing, keep scrolling. I try to tag my work appropriately, so if you choose to click on my work regardless, use your own discretion. Thank you for the love always and enjoy!✨

Pairing(s): Randy Orton/Fem. Reader

Summary: Reader gets the idea to have a gingerbread house contest with her boyfriend, Randy. Spoiler alert: everyone wins.

Tags: 18+, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, oral sex, teasing, a bit of food play, you're gonna feel the holiday and the holy spirit, I'm sure.

Word Count: 933

‘’You want us to have a gingerbread house contest? Isn’t it a little late for that, babe?’’ Randy mused.

Sure, it wasn’t Christmas anymore, but it was still December!

It was still the holiday season, so I thought it was still fitting for us to have this contest.

Besides, I had plans for us and going through with those plans on Christmas day felt a bit predictable.

Gotta keep my man on his toes…

‘’So what? Itll be fun!’’ I exclaimed.

Randy looked on in amusement as I went upstairs, not waiting for him to answer.

His amusement dropped when I came back downstairs, decked out in a crimson red Santa outfit that didn’t leave much to the imagination…

The cold air in our home hit my legs, but Randy’s smoldering stare warmed me up straight away…

‘’I didn’t know we had to wear Santa outfits too,’’ Randy murmured.

I smiled to myself at the distracted tone in his voice.

‘’You’re looking festive yourself!’’ I mused.

I heard him follow me into the kitchen where I began taking everything that we needed out from the cabinets.

Like I said, I had everything planned and calculated…

I didn’t waste a single second before I started messing with him.

Looking right at Randy’s Christmas pj-covered crotch from my position crouched down near the bottom cabinets, I stared right at his hardening cock as if I hadn’t noticed it before.

‘’Very, very festive…’’ I repeated as I ran a fleeting hand over the prominent bulge in front of me.

I pretended not to hear him suck in a deep, surprised breath.

Then I continued rummaging through the crap in our bottom cabinet, searching for the powdered sugar.

‘’Oh, is this what we’re doing?’’ I heard Randy mutter.

The gruff desire disguised as amusement in his voice sent waves of shock right down to my clit.

Let the games begin…

Once the frosting was made and everything was laid out, we got down to business.

‘’You haven’t mentioned what I’m gonna get when I win.’’ Randy smirk.

I threw my head back and laughed heartily, shaking my head, and licking a bit of frosting from my index finger.

I watched Randy’s eyes glaze over in arousal, following my movements like a hawk.

‘’Cute. When I win- I get a shopping spree. I need new books.’’ I smiled.

‘’That’s doable.’’ He nodded. ‘’When I win… I get you.’’ He said, his eyes roaming hungrily over my curves.

I laughed again, biting my lip as I followed his gaze.

‘’That’s what you want? You don’t want anything else?’’ I giggled.

‘’Right now? Nah. That’s exactly what I want.’’ Randy said, pulling me closer by the waist.

I playfully shoved him away before he could press his lips to mine.

‘’Alright, deal. You get me. Anytime, anywhere, any place.’’ I said, smirking as Randy’s eyes lit up to match my devilish grin.

‘’Oh, you’re definitely losing now…’’ he said, whispering as if being at his mercy were such a terrible fate...

‘’Oh!’’ I moaned at the sudden feeling of Randy’s soft fingertips against my bare pussy, underneath my apron.

‘’Problem?’’ he said, and I glared at the shit-eating grin on his face.

That grin didn’t last long.

‘’We need a bowl. For the sprinkles.’’ I smiled innocently.

It took two seconds too late for Randy to realize that the bowls were also in the bottom cabinet.

Pulling his pj’s down, I wrapped my mouth around the head and my hand around the base of Randy’s cock.

My tongue swirled over the head, and I let out a giggle as he cursed loudly.

I heard several M&M’s fall from up above and onto my hair as Randy’s hands slipped and reached forward to grab onto the counter.

‘’Woah! Okay...’’ Randy chuckled breathlessly. ‘’You’re not playing fair,’’ he said.

‘’And you were? Touching my pussy is playing fair?’’ I challenged, flicking my wrist in a motion that had him muffling a groan.

I decided to stop torturing him, momentarily, and as soon as we finished up our houses, we posted them online for fans to vote on.

Randy won by a landslide.

‘’You did say anytime, anywhere, anyplace….’’ Randy said, his hand on his chin as he pretended to think over his options.

Without warning, I was picked up and sat on the kitchen counter, almost knocking over our sugary creations…

‘’Randy!’’ I laughed as he began kissing my neck and lifting my apron.

My laughter was cut short as Randy reached over and he dipped his finger into the leftover bowl of white frosting, then he swiped it over my hardened nipple before giving it a languid lick.

‘’Randy…’’ I now moaned, pulling him closer to me.

‘’Lay back,’’ Randy ordered, pushing my legs back against my body as soon as I complied.

I spread myself open for him and we both moaned loudly the second our bodies became one.

My knees were practically pressing against my temples on either side as Randy wasted no time in burying himself balls deep into me.

The wet sounds of our bodies connecting mixed in with the way his eyes bore into mine didn’t leave me much of a choice.

It took a mere few thrusts, and I was coming hard, my body trembling viciously as my orgasm wracked my body.

But Randy wasn’t done.

I could only lay there as his hips kept up their unrelenting rhythm, making me feel as if I were no longer in my body.

I was floating far, far away and I could only weakly beg for more…

[smartycvnt]

True Love

Title: True Love

Pairing: Randy Orton x Reader

Word Count: 767

Randy cackled as he watched a couple of his friends get into a shoving match. Everybody was stuck in some small town because of road work, so Y/n was forced to spend the night in the hotel bar with everybody else. Her roommate for the night had brought someone up to the room and had demanded complete privacy. That meant, Y/n was stuck there until her roommate came down for the night, if she did.

The clock was nearing midnight, and there were no signs that she would come down anytime soon. Y/n didn't want to sleep in the lobby, but it was looking that way. She doubted that Randy would be willing to let her crash with him for the night. He hadn't been in a very giving mood since losing his title.

"You're up late." Y/n grimaced at the sound of a familiarly slurred voice next to her. "Get the sex boot too?"

"Yep," Y/n said as she avoided making eye contact. Randy would absolutely kill Wade if he caught him talking to Y/n. They had been friendly until Wade started hitting on Y/n, asking to rekindle their old relationship. Randy hadn't openly come out and admitted his feelings for Y/n, but he had gotten himself a pretty lengthy suspension for his behavior.

"You can stay in my room if you'd like," Wade offered. Y/n kept her head down as she picked at the label of her drink. "Come on baby, look at me."

"Maybe she would if you didn't look like a damn caveman," Randy said as he slid up next to Y/n. Wade scowled at him as the two men had a staredown over Y/n's head. "Are you tired baby? Come on, I'll take you back to my room. Cody and Ted are gonna be awhile."

"Night Wade," Y/n muttered as Randy pulled her away. Randy made a show of sticking his hand onto Y/n's ass as they walked away for Wade to see. "You're an asshole."

"I hope there's a but coming."

"But I love you," Y/n added. Randy beamed at her words, his guard obviously a bit down from the drinks. Y/n stepped into the elevator and waited for Randy to join her and press the button. "Are you coming?"

"Not yet, but thank you for offering." Randy was smiling like he had just said the funniest thing in the world. Y/n leaned back against the wall as she rolled her eyes at him. She didn't understand how he could go from being the most suave man she had ever met to that dork. It was only bound to get worse the more comfortable that they got around each other, but Y/n was looking forward to seeing the real Randy. She knew that so much of his personality was a facade that was just waiting for the right person to drop around. She knew that he could be the man of her dreams if he stopped trying to be cool for everybody else.

"Just get over here please," Y/n said. Randy hopped into the elevator and stared at the buttons expectantly. "I don't know what floor you're on."

"Oh right. Right." Randy pressed the button and then immediately started jumping up and down. Y/n knew what he was trying to do, but she doubted that he'd succeed in it. It was whenever he got his group of merry idiots to join in that she ever really got worried. Randy could be a little destructive on his own, but it was so much worse with Ted, Cody, and the others.

"I'm pretty tired. Will you carry me to the room?" Y/n asked. She had expected Randy to make some stupid quip, but instead he just scooped her into his arms. He carried her down the hall in his arms bridal style. Y/n's arms clung around his neck, opposite to the side where she had buried her face. Randy carried her all the way into the room and over to the bed, where he dumped her somewhat clumsily onto the mattress.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower. You don't have to be sexy when I get back, Ted took the last of the condoms." Randy had spoken so seriously that all Y/n could do until he was gone was nod. Once she was alone, she busted out laughing. Randy could be a lot of things, but at least he was smart enough not to press Y/n for anything without protection.

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Love your work, can you do a best friend to lover headcanon with Randy orton pls?

Thank you so much!!

Best Friends to Lovers with Randy Orton

You and Randy first meet through work - him being a superstar and you being an interviewer backstage

He’s one of the first friendly faces to make you feel welcome in the company

You’d even go as far as saying he was the first actual friend you’d made

Fast forward a good few months and several group and duo hangouts, you both become practically inseparable when your schedules allow it

Fans and even your own coworkers begin to suspect there’s something going on between you two

Though you’re both simply close friends, even best friends

You both ignore it for the most part and try not to let the thoughts and opinions of others impact your friendship too much

Though it’s different for Randy - he catches feelings first and while he’s typically rather upfront, he decides to bury them deep down rather than act upon them

He doesn’t want to ruin your friendship or make things awkward at work at all

But when Randy finally decides to bite the bullet and tell you how he feels, he’s too late

When you two grab lunch one day, you tell him someone’s asked you out and that you have a date on the weekend

Randy puts on a smile and tells you he’s happy for you, but he’s consumed by jealousy and regret on the inside

He knew he cared for you, but knowing you’ll be seeing someone else makes him realise exactly how much he does

The weekend rolls around and he calls you later in the night to find out how your date went

You tell him that the person upped and left halfway through, using a flimsy excuse

Randy doesn’t hesitate to leave his hotel to come and get you when you tell him you’re still at the restaurant

 He gives you the biggest hug when he gets to you, and you have a brief cry in his arms

He gets frustrated on your behalf over the person - he calls them a fool for leaving, that they don’t know what they’re missing out on, that it’s their loss

“I never would have done something like this. I’d treat you so much better than this. I thought I’d lost my chance by not saying anything before, and I didn’t want to do it like this, but fuck it. I love you.”

You’re stunned for a moment while you process it, but Randy’s admission makes you realise you’ve been subconsciously burying your own feelings for longer than you may have thought

“What are we doing? What we want has been right in front of us the whole time. We’d be silly not to give things a shot, right? Maybe everyone else was right in the first place.”

[dirtywresling102]

Randy Orton - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst

Series:

Backstage Affairs -💦

Hotel Secrets - Part 2 of Backstage Affairs -💦

No Strings Attached in the Ring Part 3 of Backstage Affairs -💦

One Shots:

In the Middle Featuring Edge -💦

Night Out -💦

Paid Protection Featuring John Cena -💦

[wrestlersownmyheart]

Hi. I love your stories. I have an idea for a ficlet. I would love one where Randy Orton and the reader go to a haunted house and he protects the reader from all the Scary things

Aww thank you so much sis! Hope you enjoy what I did! 🙂

Title: Haunted House Pairing: Randy Orton X Reader Summary: You and Randy decide to visit a Haunted House on Halloween night and you get so spooked he has to protect you. Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: None. Just fluff and an attempt at comedy.

NOTE: I have never done a Haunted House before, so bear with me. I hope I did this correctly.

Haunted House

“I don’t know about this,” you said, taking Randy Orton’s large hand. “I’ve never been in a haunted house before, Randy.”

“Oh, come on, Y/N,” Randy coaxed, his bright blue eyes flashing. “It’ll be fun. Besides, you can’t go to a Halloween carnival without visiting the haunted house.”

You were both dressed up for Halloween as Han Solo and Princess Leia from the Return of the Jedi. Your costume was complete with the golden bikini and a super long clip in braid.

“Yeah but they say this house is actually haunted,” you argued. “Like, for real. That’s like deciding to pay the Amityville house a visit! Are you crazy??”

Randy chuckled, and brought your hand to his mouth, kissing it softly. “Why so scared? I’ll protect you.”

“I don’t doubt you’d try,” you replied, “But how are you going to protect me from a ghost, or worse, a poltergeist?”

He chuckled again and led you up the walkway toward the house. “It’ll be fine. If it gets too bad, we’ll find the nearest emergency exit and leave. Deal?”

You nodded reluctantly, “O-okay.”

You went through the, what used to be, white gate of the picket fence which framed the large yard and walked toward the front door. A small group of teenage girls were behind you, already giggling hysterically. 

“Somehow, I think if we’re stuck in front of them the whole time, I’m gonna be ready to climb the walls before this is over,” you remarked, with a roll of your eyes.

“Don’t worry, they’ll be more quiet when they get scared,” Randy chuckled deviously. “And I can always scare them worse than this house would.”

You nodded your agreement with a soft hum of approval.

He was telling the truth. Randy was an insanely attractive man, but he could definitely turn into a scary lunatic when he wanted to–usually when he was wrestling or filming a segment for the WWE.

You stepped up to the first step of the porch, and–

“ROAAAR!!” A Freddy Krueger leapt out from behind the open front door.

At the same time, you jumped out of your skin and your hand shot to your chest as the teenagers squealed, and Randy laughed aloud.

“This is gonna be fun,” he exclaimed.

“If you say so,” you said under your breath.

You both stepped into the house, followed by the annoying teenage girls, and you were already cringing when a goblin flew by your face, shrieking in laughter, it’s ragged clothing brushing across your cheek.

“It’s just a bunch of jump-scares,” you griped to Randy. “Can’t we just forget about this?”

“Once you enter, you don’t exit,” came the killer’s voice from the Scream films. Right behind you. You turned and immediately screamed at seeing Ghostface run at you.

“How the heck did he hear me,” you demanded. “I wasn’t talking that loud. Randy, this is freaky.”

“Relax, babe, it’s just part of the show,” Randy said, leading you forward. “I won’t let anything touch you.”

“Okay,” you agreed reluctantly, letting him take your hand and lead you further into the house.

You both turned down a hallway and immediately heard a door slam in the near distance followed by a woman’s scream. You couldn’t decide if it was sound effects or if the “for real” haunted house was beginning to show its true colors.

That thought nearly sent you into a panic. “Randy, I really want out of here. Please.”

“Okay, baby, we can leave,” Randy said, turning you toward the way you’d just come. He affectionately squeezed your shoulders. “We’ll go back out the front door since we already know what is lurking there.”

You nodded as he led you, and you immediately felt bad. “I’m sorry. I know you wanted to do this.”

“No worries, babe. It’s not a big deal. I just thought since you’d never been to one that it’d be fun for you. If it’s scaring you that bad I don’t want you to do it either.”

“Sir,” an authoritative voice said from behind the two of you. You turned and saw that “Freddy Krueger” was acting as hall monitor, so to speak. “Sir, you’re not allowed to leave back through the front door. I’m afraid you have to go through the remaining haunted house to get to the actual exit.

“Please,” you started. “I’m freaked out and I just want out of here.”

“There’s only a couple of hallways to get through ma`am.”

It was surreal for Freddy Krueger to be speaking so politely to you. But polite or not you wanted out of this house and you wanted out now.

“I don’t care. I’m not going and you can’t make me,” you said feeling childish, but nonetheless justified.

“Ma`am…”

“Look, Freddy,” Randy started sarcastically, popping his knuckles and clearly losing his patience. “We’re going out the front door. If you don’t like that, I don’t think there’s a lot you can do about it.”

“I can stop you from going through the door.”

Freddy was getting pretty snarky.

“And I can slap the taste out of your pizza-faced mouth,” you said in retaliation.

“Now listen,” Freddy started, pointing his finger blade at you. “I-”

“Don’t you dare point that blade at me,” you cried indignantly. You let loose and slapped him across the face.

“HEY!” Freddy was suddenly angry and latched onto your arm with his gloved hand. 

“OW,” You cried, as the metal of the glove dug into your skin. The blades were thankfully dulled down to where it didn’t actually cut you, but it still hurt.

“Okay, that’s it,” Randy said a second before driving his fist into Freddy’s face. 

Freddy was down for the count.

“Come on, let’s get out of here,” Randy said, taking your hand and heading for the front door.

You both hurried through the door and were instantly out in the cool night air.

“Thank you, baby,” you said softly as you walked away from the house and headed out of the carnival toward Randy’s car.

“No one's gonna put their hands on you on my watch,” he said, as he walked you to the passenger’s side of the large SUV. “No one.”

He opened the door for you and helped you into the seat, before gently closing the door again. Then he was jogging around to the driver’s side and getting in himself.

“I love you, Randy.”

He looked over at you and smiled. “I love you too.” His dimples appeared then. “In fact I was going to do this after the haunted house, but Freddy screwed it up,” he chuckled, pulling a velvet box out of his costume’s pocket. He opened the box to reveal a diamond ring. “Y/N… Would you marry me?”

“Oh my God, Randy! Yes!” You squealed the words and latched onto him kissing him passionately. “Yes,” you said again, as he placed the ring on your finger.

“I’m glad.” He said, reaching over and kissing you softly. “You’ve just made me the happiest man on earth.” He started the car as you admired your ring.

“And you’ve made me the happiest woman on earth,” you replied, gazing at him. “Let’s go home and celebrate,” he said with a wink.

THE END

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