#randy orton fanfiction

[daddyhausen]

Face sitting hcs with Randy Orton please?

｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ 「 FACE SITTING HEADCANNONS 」 ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 WWE MASTERLIST」 | 「 RANDY ORTON MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

「 SUMMARY 」 — face sitting headcannons w/ randy

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], face sitting, oral sex [ female recieving ], female orgasm, squirting

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 264

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x randy orton

「 GENRE 」 — smut

｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

「 TAGLIST 」 — @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @bayleymania @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @legit9thlunaticwarrior @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980 @harmshake @igncrxntripley @ripleyswhore @embermdk @thepalaceofmelanie @seeingstarks @kennysbadkitten @darkangelchronicles @ripleyswife @selena-tyler-564

「 COMMENT IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO THE TAGLIST 」

he may come off as a selfish bastard most of the time

but when it comes to your pleasure, oh boy is he a gentleman 

he will pull you atop his chest, practically begging you to sit on his face

 despite your protests that you’d suffocate him

all the better he thought, what a wonderful way to go out, trapped between the luscious thighs of the woman he desired most 

tongue hunrily lapping up your juices like a man starved 

he’s greedy in the sense

not letting up until you’ve cum thrice on his tongue 

sucking and nipping at your swollen clit 

calloused hands holding down your lips as his tongue explores every deep cervice of your gorgeous cunt 

his words muffled against your fold 

tongue soaked with your slick as he devours you 

the more sensitive you grow the more languid his movements become 

not trying to overstimulate you, edging you so he taste you a few more time over 

will shower you with praise, despite his words being mumbles into the cacophonous void of your cunt, drowning him out as your hips buck and writhe against him 

he gets off on the though of you squirting all over his face 

so much so he begins to pump his cock the moment your cunt made contact with his tongue 

and when you do eventually spill over, he cant help but cum, white hot ropes coating his knuckles 

he’ll plant soft kisses to your inner thighs after, allowing you to cum down from your high momontarily before stuffing his fat cock deep inside you 

｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

[shes2real]

DILF ♡

Featuring 🌷: randy orton + female!reader

Warning ☁️: unprotected p in v, breeding kink, actual breeding, pregnancy mentions, fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, praise kink, daddy kink if you blink, creampie, 18+ Minors, please don’t interact. Thanks! ୨୧

Word count 🌷: 1.5k

Scenario ☁️: Seeing how much Randy loves his children, you’re ready to give him another.

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂

As the gentle breeze swirled around the backyard, your daughter happily presented her father with the dainty princess-themed tea cup, filled with imaginary tea. "This is for you, daddy," she declared, her voice filled with excitement.

Grinning from ear to ear, your husband, Randy accepted the gift with exaggerated enthusiasm. It was his first weekend off in weeks, and even though he was known as the viper at work, genuinely he was a gentle giant who’d give the world to his family.

The backyard was transformed into a scene straight out of a storybook, with knick-knacks scattered around, juices, and a tea party in full swing. Your daughter, dressed in her princess attire, had insisted that everyone dress up for the occasion. Even your son, in his miniature tuxedo onesie, looked the part of a young prince. As the hostess, your daughter took her role seriously, instructing everyone to raise their pinkies with manners. When she noticed her daddy struggling, she let out a sigh, rolling her eyes.

“Noo! Like this," she instructed, guiding his pinkie into the correct position with a firm tiny hand.

"My apologies, princess.” He replied, his tone mockingly solemn as he attempted to mimic his daughter's etiquette, barely suppressing a chuckle.

Watching the scene unfold before you, your heart swelled with love. The bond shared between your children and your husband made all the challenges of life worthwhile. You knew that your family was ready for the next chapter, and the idea of welcoming another baby filled you with excitement and anticipation.

As the Sunday sun began to set, your family left the backyard behind and went inside of the house for dinner. As you busied yourself with tidying up after dinner, your mind drifted to thoughts of expanding your family, of bringing another little one into the world. It was a dream you had since you were a little girl, creating a large family. Randy could sense the shift in your mood,

"Hey, beautiful, you alright?" he murmured, wrapping his arms around you from behind, you leaned into his embrace, "Just thinking," you replied softly.

"About us, about our family... about maybe adding another little one to the mix."

His lips brushed against your temple in a tender kiss, his embrace tightening ever so slightly. "Is that really what you want, baby?” You nodded before he kissed your lips and headed into the living room. You all settled onto the plush sofa, ready to indulge in a Disney movie. After a very chaotic bath time and a quick change into their pajamas—your daughter sporting her favorite princess-themed set and your son snug in a baby shark set—everyone cozied up under a blanket.

As the evening wore on, the excitement of the day caught up with your children, the soft snores and heavy breathing signaled that they had succumbed to sleep. Your daughter, with her curls tumbling around her face, laying nestled against your side, while your son, his tiny fingers curled around Randy's hand, snuggled close to his chest. Exchanging a tender glance with your husband, "They’re so cute," you murmured, a contented smile playing at the corners of your lips.

He nodded, his arm draped around your shoulder. "Yeah, they are," he replied, "We did a damn good job."

Tonight felt like the perfect moment to start expanding your family with Randy, especially with the realization that you were currently ovulating, a fact you'd discovered earlier on your period tracker app.

After tucking your children into beds, you and Randy finally found yourselves alone in the intimacy of your shared bedroom. As you applied lotion to your skin, you couldn't help but notice Randy's intense gaze as he lounged on the bed,

"What's on your mind today?" he inquired, his voice laced with curiosity and affection.

You smiled coyly, reclining onto the bed and propping your feet on his thighs. "Whatever do you mean, hubby?" you teased, enjoying the sensation of his hands beginning to massage your tired feet.

Randy chuckled softly, his fingers expertly kneading the pressure points of your feet. "You've been acting a bit...distracted lately," he observed, pausing to glance up at you. "The kids aren’t the only ones missing their daddy, huh?" he quipped, his gaze lingering on you with playful amusement.

You hummed appreciatively at his touch, before guiding the conversation back to the topic at hand. "Well, can you blame me?" you countered with a mischievous grin. "You're such a dilf."

Caught off guard by your candid remark, Randy's laughter rumbled through the room,

"Touché,"

His playful demeanor softened, replaced by a more serious tone as he spoke. "About earlier," he began, his voice gentle yet firm. "Are you sure about this? I mean, really sure?"

You knew that Randy's career often took him away from home for long stretches of time, leaving you to shoulder much of the responsibility for raising your children alone. And with the guilt he carried for not always being there and missing out on treasured moments, you understood his apprehension.

"I just don't want you to feel overwhelmed, especially with me not always being around," he confessed, his voice tinged with regret.

"We'll figure it out together," you reassured him, "With you being home, even if it's just for a little while, means everything to us."

Without saying another word, he gently takes your feet off of his lap and easily spreads your legs so he’s hovering on top of you. He leans in until his nose is almost touching yours, and he kisses you sweetly, “I love you baby.”

Reaching in between you two, his fingers travel to your bare pussy. As he runs a finger across your slit you begin trembling at his delicate touches. As your eyes met his, a lust filled haze taking over, Randy smirks.

“Ready for me, huh?” he mutters as he begins to trace circles on your clit, “So wet,” he coos, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you.

He massages your insides gently at first before he begins to scissor his fingers inside of your pussy. As he fucks his fingers into you, you gasp as each pump knocks the air from your lungs, “Jussttt like that…takin’ my fingers so good.”

You feel his words in the pit of your stomach as that little knot forms causing you to announce your climax, “Oh! Fuck- ‘m cumminggg!”

“Yeah, I know you are.”

As you clenched around his fingers, you felt your cum running out of you. He never stopped helping you ride out your high, his thumb soothing your clit. He pulls his fingers out of you causing you to gasp from the empty feeling, Randy takes this opportunity to put his fingers into your mouth. You watch him intently as you roll your tongue around his fingers, cleaning them of your slick, his eyes never leaving yours.

Randy quickly removes his boxers before running his shaft up and down your slippery cunt, you softly moaned as he pushed his length in. "So beautiful, baby" He whispers as he begins to stroke inside of you.

"Hnnn...." You whine as your legs voluntarily spread wider.

“How does it feel, hm?”

"Ohhh..." you moaned, your eyes shutting tightly.

Randy rests there, just for a moment, before speaking again, “Open your mouth, tell me how it feels.”

Reaching for his waist, you desperately try to get him to move again, “So good! Fuck me, please..”

Randy smirks as he begins fucking you roughly. Biting your lip, you try to control your moans trying not to wake the kids."That's it, baby," he says, voice soft, in a soothing tone. "Such a good girl."

His words have you clenching around him. He grunts in between thrusts resting his forehead on yours before he starts giving you slow, deep strokes, “You close?”

In response you wrapped your legs tightly around him, covering your mouth. He kissed you as he sped up, hitting your spot perfectly with more force. You pushed him back, moaning hoarsely, “I-I..Ran-“

He pulls out of you, rubbing your clit as you begin to squirt. "You’re okay baby, let it out. I knooow." He cooes. With the pleasure and sensitivity coursing through your body, you could barely breathe.

Gently sliding back inside of you, your breath hitches as he goes deeper and deeper inside of you. Tears begin to roll down your cheek as he rolls his hips rhythmically into you.

"Look at me." He said as your eyes locked onto his, never letting your contact break even as he begin to fuck you harder.

“Gonna look so beautiful with my baby in you…” He groaned before pressing down on her stomach.

“You feel me, right here?” He looked at you as you nodded, moaning out in bliss.

“I’ma have you walkin’ round full of daddy’s cum,” Randy strokes began to get deeper, “You want that baby?”

Your eyes were in the back of your skull as you felt your orgasm. “Yes! Fuckk- I love you, I love you, I love you!” You chanted as a wave of pleasure ripped through your body. As your legs tightened around his waist, he stilled and released his load inside you. He slowly pulled out, semen pouring from your swollen pussy. His thick fingers pushed his cum back inside of you as you whimpered at the feeling of his seed in your womb. You sighed happily, knowing that your husband granted your wish.

⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ ⠂⠄⠄⠂

Thanks for reading babe ☁️🌷

・❥ ・ @kumapassion @romanreignsbae @pittieprincess22 @cyberdejos2 @xoxoril3yyy @rwbypatootie @solefae @adoreesun @alyyaanna @shantinextdoor @zombiedixon89 @nashalis97-blog @browneyedgirlfriend4l @girlnred @theasiaabattoir @glitterywitchstarlight @brienivl @melaninpvssypoppin

[j-ensenackles]

coming home

pairing: randy orton x fem!reader

summary: after 10 years away from the ring, you return for the first ever women's royal rumble. you begin to doubt yourself, and your husband randy comes to your aid.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: cursing, mentions of a back injury, some self-doubt, mentions of pregnancy and kids

a/n: thank you for the request, @thedoveesquire! i've never written for randy before, so i hope i did him justice!

The stadium shook with the roar of the crowd.

You could hear every cheer, every gasp, every burst of applause from your spot backstage.

You bit your fingernails — a nasty habit, as Randy always reminded you — as you watched the women in-ring on the monitor.

Your eyes kept straying to the ticking clock, to the impending number 30. To your return.

It had been 10 years since you’d been in the ring. 10 years since the WWE Universe had seen you. 10 years since a back injury stopped your career in its tracks.

Back then, you were nearing the top of the mountain. You had just gotten married to Randy Orton the year before, and the two of you were making waves — separately and together — on the roster. You were first in line for the first ever Divas Championship, and glory was within your grasp.

It was during that title match with Michelle McCool that you had everything in an instant… and had lost it just as quickly.

Towards the end of the match, Michelle threw you into the steel steps. The sharp edge of the stairs hit you right in the spine and you knew something was wrong. It seemed like your life was flashing before your eyes. A decision was before you: quit now or push through?

You pushed through. Probably a mistake, if the many doctors you had seen over the years were to be listened to, but you pushed through and became the first ever Divas Champion.

And then…

You had to give it up. The next day, you relinquished your title to Michelle. She undeniably deserved it, there was no doubt about that. It was just embarrassing and heartbreaking to give up your title, especially because you had only had it for 24 hours. But you couldn’t fight. You were out of commission.

Reluctantly and with a lot crying on Randy’s shoulder, you retired.

In the interim years, you focused on rehabilitating your back with hopes of a one-day return to the ring.

And then you got pregnant. You were over the moon, and Randy was too. Your son was a complete life changer, a ray of sunshine in your cloudy world.

A few years after, you had your daughter — another bright spot in your life. Beautiful and bubbly (with a definite splash of Randy’s attitude) your daughter just enhanced an already blessed life.

Being a mom took over your life. And with side hustles and helping Randy with his work, you found yourself busy. Content. There was always that faint hope in the back of your mind of being in the ring again, but you were truly happy.

Then you got the call. Honestly, you weren’t even fully listening to the words that were being spoken over the phone, you were so in shock. You only got buzzwords and phrases — “first ever Women’s Royal Rumble,” “history,” “return,” “we need you.”

You said yes without a second thought. It was only after you hung up that the doubts crept in.

Were you too old? Would you be rusty? Would the WWE Universe even care about you anymore? It had been 10 years since you had last wrestled, after all.

Your back was another issue. You had technically been cleared years ago, but you still worried. It only took one wrong move to throw your life off track.

You expressed these fears to Randy, of course, and he smirked, his reply simple —

“You’re the Y/N. You’re gonna kick ass.”

So here you found yourself, about to enter the first ever Women’s Royal Rumble.

“Stop biting your nails,” A voice sounded behind you.

You turned, finding Randy leaning against a post, arms crossed over his chest and signature smirk on his lips.

“Sorry. I’m nervous,” you replied sheepishly.

Randy’s features softened. He pushed off the wall and made his way to you.

“I know, honey,” he smiled softly, “But if anyone can do this, it’s you.”

You matched his smile, “Thank you.”

Randy could see there were still doubts plaguing you. He knew you too well.

He gently cradled your face in his hands, directing you to look at him, “You’re a badass. A badass wife, a badass mother, and a badass wrestler. You’re going to go out there and show the world that you haven’t lost an ounce of your greatness.”

You sighed, “But what if they don’t like me? Worse, what if they don’t remember me?”

You hated the way you sounded so insecure, so defeated.

“Y/N, listen to me. You are a pioneer in this industry. A staple. You made history 10 years ago winning the Divas Championship, and you’ll make history today in the first ever Women’s Royal Rumble. They’ve missed you. They still love you. Trust me, I hear ‘We love Y/N’ chants more than I hear chants for me.”

You chuckled.

“You can do anything you set your mind to. I’ve seen you do it,” Randy continued.

You smiled, tears filling your eyes. You were so grateful Randy could read you so well and was able to calm your unease effortlessly.

“God, you’re such a sap, Randy,” you joked, blinking your tears back in an attempt to keep your makeup intact.

Randy rolled his eyes, “That may be true, but only when it comes to you.”

He pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on your head.

You glanced at the screen. Number 29 — Bayley — was entering now. You were next. It was now or never. You let out a shaky breath, steeling yourself.

Randy kissed your forehead, “I love you, Y/N. Go make some history.”

You smiled, feeling the confidence Randy instilled in you. He was right — you could do anything. Wrestling was one of your great loves (apart from Randy and the kids) and you were going to go out there and show it.

The seconds ticked by and before you knew it, your music hit.

You squeezed Randy’s hand one last time and made your way out.

If you thought the crowd was going crazy before, that was nothing compared to now (“The biggest pop of the night,” Randy would later brag).

The entire arena was on their feet, screaming and shouting their surprise and happiness. Any doubt you had left after Randy’s speech completely evaporated with the (more than) warm welcome from the fans.

You ran down the ramp, fueled by the excitement of the audience. You hopped in the ring, throwing woman after woman over the ropes, barely seeing anything in front of you. Pure adrenaline ran through you.

The crowd was so loud you could barely hear yourself think, but one cheer in particular caught your attention.

“Let’s go mommy! Let’s go mommy!” You turned abruptly, catching the eyes of your son and daughter in the front row, bright smiles on their faces.

Tears threatened to spill yet again. Gratefulness filled your heart. You were here, in your favorite place in the world, doing your favorite thing, surrounded and supported by your favorite people.

You sent your son and daughter a wave, blowing them a kiss.

The crowd’s chants for you were as loud as ever —

“Welcome back! Welcome back!”

You were home.

[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 Chapter

[theworldofotps]

Daddy's Brat

Pairing: Randy Orton x Reader Word Count: 1,123 Description: You're upset that Randy decided to invite friends over instead of spending time together.

Warning: A little smut, some oral male receiving enjoy

Got this idea from Randy pulling on Paul Heyman's tie last night and just the man existing. Also realized I only have one other piece of Randy writing and its only from Christmas which is a problem in itself, so I needed to fix that. __________Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist​ @melissahausen​ @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose​ @99hook @sjwrites22​ @sassymox​ @mrsacklesevansmgk​ @xladyxfatex​ @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​ @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie​ @shortyiceheart​ @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal​ @thatnerdwriter​ @wrestlersownmyheart​ @vebner37​ @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars​ @seeingstarks​ @whenimakeitshine1234​ @legit9thlunaticwarrior​ @blaquekitty​ @ironshamelessyouth​ @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin​ @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456  @mcreignsera

If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ________ You knew you were in for it when Randy’s expression tightened, the two of you were entertaining friends for the day. It had been a while since the two of you had been alone since he was busy away at work most of the time. You were hoping it would just be you two for the day but that was quickly lost when he told you that your friends and his coworkers would be over in an hour after walking up. Putting on a smile after sighing you got ready and had spent most of the morning and into early afternoon talking over a large range of topics. Followed by one of Randy’s favorite lunches you had prepared especially for him.

Everything was going well until you felt that all too familiar itching desire to have Randy put you in your place. You couldn’t help it, the time apart and now him being right here but not having laid a hand on you since he got back home. Was driving you mad with want and the need to be as bratty as you possibly could. You’d had enough practice where your friends wouldn’t take notice but Randy sure would.

Like when you purposely spilled his drink down his white shirt to see the fabric cling to his body or questioned him on everything he said under your breath. The occasional snide comment here and there that got a chuckle from everyone else but a narrowing of the eyes from your boyfriend. When your guests finally left, and the door closed you watched as Randy stood staring at the closed door.

Very quietly you backed up and slowly turned to start making your way from the hall.

“Don’t move another step y/n.”

Staring at him in shock you frown, he never called you by your name unless he was referring to you while talking to someone.

“That’s not what you call me.”

You huff crossing your arms as he turned towards you, his eyes pinning you to the floor as he locked the front door.

“You think you deserve to have me call you by anything else when you were being such a brat?”

“Regardless of what I do I am always a nickname.”

Stomping a foot, you watch as he actually had the nerve to chuckle at you turning you quickly leave the living room.

“I don’t remember telling you to move.”

“Well, I don’t remember asking you.”

Randy stopped short just for a moment as he watched you, so this was the game you were playing when his schedule was clear for the rest of the day, and he planned on using it to his full advantage. You didn’t hear him following you up the stairs, only knew he was there when a hand grabbed the back of your neck. Guiding you into the bedroom Randy closed the door and released his hold on your neck spinning you to face him.

“What was with that attitude today?”

“What attitude?”

“You still choosing to be a brat?”

“Yep.”

Popping the “P” you watched him with a smirk waiting to see what he was going to do, Randy rubbed his chin and nodded slowly. A faint chuckle reaching your ears, you could feel your body run cold as he slowly started walking towards you. Randy reached out, capturing your chin in his hand and pressed you into the wall.

“Someone upset because they haven’t got the attention they’ve been wanting?”

Your silence was the only confirmation he needed; Randy leaned over pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m sorry we’ve been so busy, and that this morning was a surprise to you. I’ve just been trying to get everything done before turning our phones off for the next two days. I didn’t forget that you need attention.”

You could feel the bratty behavior slowly slipping away and offered a small smile that was until he scooped you up over his shoulder and carried you towards the bed. Sitting Randy laid you over his lap and slapped your ass quickly a few times.

“What the fuck?”

“Oh language that pretty mouth should only be used for two things right now sucking daddy’s cock and telling him how badly you want this.”

Biting your lip to hold back the moan you gasp as his hand connects with your ass again.

“I know you want to moan baby why don’t you?”

“Because I don’t want to.”

“Mmm, I always love when I have to fuck the brat out of you.”

Gently pushing you off his lap Randy captured your chin again watching as your eyes widen when he starts sliding his free hand under your shirt. Feeling your soft skin as he made his way down to your shorts.

“I missed you while I was away.”

He mumbled his thumb sliding back and forth across your bottom lip before pushing it between your lips. His other hand found its way into your panties where his finger dragged along your slit that smirk that made you first fall for him crossed his features again.

“I knew you always enjoyed when daddy slapped that pretty ass and this just confirms it.”

A soft whimper left your throat as you sucked his thumb feeling one of his fingers slide into your pussy with ease. Randy inhaled through his nose as he watched you. It always made him weak in the knees to see you like this. Feeling his cock straining against his pants Randy stepped back and pulled them down, licking your wetness from his fingers while you worked to free him from his boxers. Your lips wrapping around him had Randy groaning in pleasure.

Your tongue flattened as you slowly took more of him in your mouth, your head slowly moving back and forth as your cheeks hollowed to form a suction. Randy’s fingers tangled in your hair as he started moving his hips watching as you choked a bit when he hit the back of your throat. Tears springing to your eyes as you moaned softly.

“That’s it brat let daddy use your mouth fuck so wet.”

Randy’s head fell back for a moment as he tried to collect himself before looking back down at you. The sight of you choking on his cock made it twitch in your mouth. Pulling you off he picks you up dropping you on the bed.

“We’ll finish that later but right now I need to fuck you before I lose my mind.”

He spreads your thighs pressing a kiss to each knee then slowly slides into your wet heat both of you moaning as your walls stretched to fit him. You knew that you were in for a very long night.

[ametrinearrows]

Homecoming Delights

The familiar feeling of coming home after a long week on the road was a comforting one. I had spent the last seven days away from the WWE ring, and as much as I loved what I did, there was something special about returning to the comfort of my own home.  

As I walked through the front door, I was greeted by the most incredible aroma. The scent of a home-cooked meal filled the air, and my curiosity got the best of me. YN YLN, my good friend and a fellow WWE Superstar, had been home with an injury, and I hadn't seen her in a while. 

I followed the delicious scent to the kitchen, and there she was, busy at work, a look of concentration on her face. Pots and pans simmered on the stove, and ingredients were neatly arranged on the countertop. It was a sight to behold. 

"YN," I said, my voice tinged with amazement. "What can't you do?" 

She turned around, a bright smile spreading across her face as she saw me. "Hey, Randy. I thought you'd be hungry when you got back, so I decided to cook something special." 

I couldn't help but chuckle as I took in the spread, she had prepared. "You're incredible, you know that?" 

YN blushed, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. "Aw, thanks, Randy. I just love cooking, and it's a nice way to unwind." 

I nodded in agreement, appreciating the effort she had put into making my return home so special. "Well, I'm lucky to have you as a friend, that's for sure." 

As she continued to work her culinary magic, we chatted about our respective weeks. She updated me on her injury progress, and I filled her in on the latest happenings in the WWE. The easy camaraderie we had built over the years made our conversation flow effortlessly. 

Before I knew it, YN had plated a delicious meal, and we sat down at the dining table to enjoy it together. The first bite was a revelation – her cooking was as amazing as I had imagined. 

"This is incredible, YN," I said between bites. "You've got serious talent in the kitchen." 

She grinned, her eyes sparkling with pride. "Thank you, Randy. It means a lot coming from you." 

As we shared a meal and caught up on life outside the ring, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the friendship I had with YN. She was a talented chef, a fierce competitor, and an amazing friend – the kind of person who made coming home even more special. 

As the evening wore on, I couldn't shake the feeling that sometimes, the best moments in life were the simplest ones – like sharing a meal with a dear friend who had a knack for making everything feel just right. 

[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

If you want on my tag list, just ask! 😃

Tagging:

@oreillystolemyheart @lookalivesunshine-x @shortyiceheart @vebner37 @claymorexpunisher @kalliravenne @swamptrashwithasideofsass @beardedbarba @emisrose @sweetpea-1970 @sassymox @pikapuff-316 @heavymetalgirl420 @bigpsychicbagelauthor @darktammy @waywardwrestlewritingwaif @sultryfandoms @blondekel77 @demonqueen29 @amariemoore @letsgivethisonemoreshot @thelastemzy @springgirlwaiting4fall @vampirepixi @wwenhlimagines @louisianalady @swthrt890 @librathepheonix13 @justanerdwholikestoread @kiwiedge @ironshamelessyouth @1234ilikecowsthanyoumore @moonwolfdemonprincess21 @moxkindagirl @jstarr86 @oliviasinematic @southerngirl41 @claymoresofinfamy23

[dirtywrestling]

Randy Orton - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst, 🚫 = No Warnings

Series:

Backstage Affairs -💦

Summary: Simon is a backstage worker whom is entangled in an affair with Randy Orton. (Commission, 18+, Smut, Minors DNI)

Parts: One / Two / Three

One Shots:

In the Middle Featuring Edge -💦

Summary: Simon was an assistant manager for Rated RKO back in the day. Once his job was over so was his career with the WWE. But with Edge being back in the picture nearly a decade later WWE hired Simon back for a hot storyline. (Commission, 18+, Smut, Minors DNI)

Night Out -💦

Summary: Your mom wants you to come and meet her new boyfriend but the you go out and parties instead and meet and hook up with a handsome stranger. (18+, Smut, Minors DNI)

Paid Protection Featuring John Cena -💦

Summary: Being a jobber for the WWE isn't easy, especially when your bully is Randy Orton. After so many incidents with Randy, John has had enough and finally steps, only to find out being protected has a price. (Commission, 18+, Smut, Minors DNI)

[slutfortheeclaymore]

Our little fanfic passion project Drew’s Angels is rolling along! We just left Scotland & Dublin, a trip that saw so much happen, culminating in the weddings of Drew & Cherry and Sheamus & Phoenix! Now the team is back in Nashville, our next adventure has started with a mysterious jukebox!

Will it draw Cherry & Drew into its secrets?

How will Sheamus & Phoenix deal with adopting Alyssa?

Will Madcap Moss finally meet Krystal, his dream girl?

Are we about to get another wedding with Randy & Denise or Kevin & Lady?

Well, come read and find out! 💙💙💙

@wwechristina87 @denise63089 @ashkrystal

[daddyhausen]

｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ 「 RANDY ORTON MASTERLIST 」 ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

「 ♡ — MINI SERIES 」

「 ♧ — SMUT 」

「 ♢ — TRIGGER WARNINGS 」

｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡ ｡ ･ : * ˚ : ✧ ｡

「 FACE SITTING HEADCANNONS 」 — ♧

❝ face sitting headcannons w/ randy ❞

[wwekayfabequeen]

Take Advantage | Randy Orton Story  (Part Two)

PART ONE

Randy Orton x OC (additionally with some very light Jeff Hardy x OC because that’s how I roll...)

Disclaimer:  This story is an AU of its own. The WWE history is pretty much the same, but the personal lives of the characters/superstars are fictional. Canon Characters are based on real people with an emphasis on kayfabe storylines. The events in this story are completely imagined and do not reflect true events.  

Warning: Mentions of alcohol and blurred lines from previous chapter carry over. Strong sexual encounters in this chapter. Rough sex, penetration, dominance, etc. 

Background/Recap: After a night of heavy drinking and blurred perspectives, (Y/N) finds herself in a situation she can’t help but wonder is more trouble than it may be worth.

Word Count: 2468

Author Note: Here is part two, after some requests for me to post it! I have part 3 drafted but it may take a little time for me to refine it. Until then, enjoy some Viper smut!

-----

The next morning, I woke up in my own hotel room, my head pounding. I sat up in bed, rubbing my face as the regret and humiliation began to sink in. I didn’t remember much from the night before, only bits and pieces. With a sigh I opened my eyes to see Jeff sleeping on the couch, still shirtless from the night before. My heart sank, remembering a blur of him basically carrying me back to my room. I looked down to see his shirt on me and began to remember everything else. Mostly remembering my steamy moment with Randy Orton. My stomach turned, whether from the alcohol or the humiliation, and I bolted to the bathroom.

After throwing up in the toilet, I decided on a long hot shower. I let the water run over me, washing away my guilt. Despite everything, I couldn’t get Randy out of my head. It annoyed me that I couldn’t stop thinking of how the moment felt. Even though I had been too drunk to have made any decisions, I still found myself wishing something would have happened. Part of me hated myself for it.  

After my shower, I combed my hair, brushed my teeth, and changed into sweatpants and a tank top. I closed my eyes, not wanting to face Jeff after the night before, not remembering what I said to him. I knew I couldn’t hide in that bathroom forever and had to face any embarrassment. I opened the door slowly, his shirt in hand. By now he was awake, still lounging on the couch as he was also feeling the hangover. I tossed his shirt to him.  

“Mornin” I mumbled. He nodded, sitting upright. He tapped the seat on the couch next to him, beckoning me to come sit. 

“You didn’t have to stay...” I said, walking over and taking a seat. My face was red from embarrassment. 

“I kinda did,” he laughed lightly, “you wouldn’t let me leave.” 

“Oh,” I said, hanging my head. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” he said, nudging me. “I couldn’t leave you like that anyway.” His voice drifted off. He looked at me softly. Jeff was my best friend, I hated him seeing my vulnerable side. I hoped I didn’t jeopardize our friendship with anything I said, or did, but I couldn’t remember anything past crying in his arms.  

“I know I was a hot mess last night,” I said, avoiding eye contact. “I hope I didn’t make an ass of myself.” 

“(Y/N), hey, don’t worry about it,” he said. He was quiet for a moment. “...I’m just glad I caught you when I did.”  

I leaned down, my elbows on my knees and my face in my hands. “Oh God,” I mumbled. I knew he was talking about the entire Randy situation.  

“Look, I don’t know what happened, but I don’t the way he left like that and how upset you were.” His voice was blunt. I knew he, and probably everyone else at the party, had to assume that something happened. I could only imagine the way Matt was judging the situation.  “I just need to know you are okay.” 

“Jeff,” I said, looking over to him. “Nothing happened. It almost did... I think. But I don’t know, I was really drunk.” 

“I know you were,” he said. “I’m just glad you didn’t do anything you weren’t really into...”  

I scooted closer and leaned my head on his shoulder. “You’re too sweet to me, Jeff.” 

“I know,” he laughed, “I mean you started hitting on me when I got you back here.” 

“Oh God, no,” I said sitting up, completely red with humiliation, “I didn’t, did I?”  

“Just a little,” he admitted, putting an arm around me and pulling me back to where I was. “I know it was only the whiskey talking.” 

“I am so sorry, Jeff,” I whispered, still completely embarrassed, sitting up again, looking him in the eye.  

He shrugged with a smile. “It was kind of flattering, but I knew you didn’t mean it. It just wasn’t right... As tempting as it may have been,” he teased.  

“Oh, stop,” I laughed, playfully hitting him on the shoulder.  

“Look,” he said, “Matt saw you and Orton disappear last night. I’ll talk to him and tell him what happened, or what didn’t happen, I guess. Don’t worry about him, I’ll take care of that. You, get some caffeine and food, and I can check on you later. Okay?” 

“Jeff,” I said, biting my lip. “Thank you. For everything.” 

He gave me a wink before standing up and heading to the door. “I’ll always have your back.” 

I did as Jeff instructed and called for room service. Ordering a large coffee and a plate of French toast. There was no way I was leaving that hotel room; I couldn’t stand the thought of seeing anyone from the party... With the exception of one person. I knew it was complicated and wrong, but  The Viper invaded my thoughts. It was as though he awakened something in me that I didn’t know existed. Whether it was curiosity, or just lust, I was losing my mind overthinking it all. 

By mid-day, I was staring at my cellphone. I knew I had Randy’s number from coordinating training for him and Matt. I told myself not to do it, but I couldn’t help myself. I texted him a simple hey, stranger. 

I immediately regretted it, but my heart pounded, waiting to see if he would reply. What felt like hours was only a few minutes before my phone showed a message. Hey yourself. 

I froze, not sure what I was doing. So, I asked if we could talk. He replied with a simple sure. As I was contemplating what to say, a few minutes passed. I heard a knock at my door that stopped my heart. I was hoping it was Jeff, coming back to check on me.  

I looked through the peep hole and saw The Viper standing there in the hallway. My heart immediately sank to my feet. I wasn’t ready, I didn’t expect him to show up. I took a deep breath and opened the door. I must have looked like a deer in the headlights.  

“You wanted to talk?” He said, stepping into the room, acting as though he didn’t need an invitation. 

“About last night,” I said biting my lip. 

In only seconds, he aggressively shut the door and backed me against the wall. Without another word, his hands pinned mine to the wall and his lips crashed onto mine. I was in total shock, but moaned into his kiss. It was full of passion and what almost seemed like frustration. He broke the kiss, his intense eyes meeting mine.  

“Tell me to stop,” he said, his eyes searching mine.  

“No,” I whispered between heavy breaths, as I leaned up to kiss him again. I didn’t know what I was doing but I loved how it all felt.  

“Good,” he muttered into the kiss. His tongue slid into my mouth, immediately taking dominance. He let my arms go, only to pick me up. The next thing I knew he was throwing me onto the bed and taking off his shirt. I watched as he crawled over me. 

The way he looked so intimidating was incredibly sexy. I gasped as he pinned me to the bed, kissing me roughly. He used his knees to spread my legs, taking total control of the situation. I wanted this so badly in that moment. I moaned into the kiss, feeling Randy grin wolfishly. He perched up and began to undo his pants quickly, I reached for mine but he quickly stopped me. He wanted complete dominance, everything would be on his terms, and I liked that. I laid there, submissive as he removed his pants and pulled down my sweats. He wasted no time in returning to kiss me with that fiery passion once again, between kissed he was pulling off my tank top and unclasping my bra. 

My head was spinning and my heart was pounding, I couldn’t believe what was happening but wanted nothing else. I was lost in the moment and his kiss when I felt his rock-hard cock come crashing into my tight pussy. I cried out in surprise, jolting at the sudden sensation. With a smirk he moved to kiss my neck, thrusting deeply into me.  

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he said, biting at my neck. I moaned in complete ecstasy, not noticing the pain of the bite. I clenched through the pain until I finally adjusted to his size and length. “I’m going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked.” 

“Please,” I begged. His trusts were fast and hard, I began to cry out in pleasure, taking in every inch of him. Abruptly he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. Quickly and aggressively, he thrust into me again from behind. I screamed out as I felt his weight on my body. His hand reached around to hold me by the throat, tilting my head up so he could smother my neck with his rough kisses and sucking hard on my soft skin. His other hand buried itself under the front of me, finding my clit and playing with it. 

The entire bed was rocking and I knew the room next door undoubtedly heard our moans. My hips buckled as he found my sweet spot. I screamed loudly as my walls tightened with an orgasm surging through me. Randy’s cock pulsated inside me - I knew he was close too. Quickly he turned me over again, steadying his pace as he kissed my once again, moaning out loudly as he finally came. He collapsed on top of me, just as breathless as I was.  

“Holy shit,” I said, trying to find my breath. 

“I wanted you to remember it,” he said.  

After taking a minute to collect ourselves, I still couldn’t process what had just happened. Both Randy and I began to get dressed. I was searching for my words when all I could manage to say was that we shouldn’t tell Matt, earning a smirk from The Viper. 

“Don’t tell me you don’t think it could be a really good angle for our rivalry,” he said. “Just think of the crowd’s reaction if you turned heel like that.” 

“Are you ever not thinking about work?” I teased, slipping my top back on. Randy approached me, kissing me deeply. 

“Well, I wasn’t thinking about it when we were doing that.” He nodded towards the bed, causing me to blush.  

“Look, I’m really not looking fo-” I began but was cut off. 

“I’m not looking for anything either, this doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to,” he said, staring down at me. 

I nodded, smiling slightly. I didn’t know what it was between Orton and me, but I knew it was trouble. 

“That being said,” he said, his hands placed on my hips. “I’m not one to turn my back on a gorgeous woman completely.” 

I blushed, biting my lip. “So, casual sex?” 

“Whatever you want to call it, sweetheart,” he replied. He used one of his hands to tilt my chin to the side, admiring the hickey he left on my neck with a smug smirk. “When you need me, I’ll be around.” 

His charisma was irresistible, but I felt like there was a catch to all this. There always was with him, at work anyway. Then again, to be the best heel in the business, the lines had to blur somewhere into reality.  

He took his leave and left my room. I smiled to myself, loving the thrill of it all. I had never been a casual-sex kind of girl, but something about the idea was exhilarating to me. I freshened up before starting to pack up to head out of the hotel. After a while there was a knock at the door, I was suddenly hit with anxiety, knowing it was probably Jeff, or less likely Matt. 

I opened the door to see Jeff standing there with his duffle bag.  

Shit, I murmured before opening the door, trying to act as natural as possible. “Hey, Jeff.” 

“Hey, how ya holding up?” He said, walking in and dropping his bag on the floor.  

“Not bad, just packing,” I said, crossing my arms. He looked at me, noticing something that hadn’t caught his attention earlier. 

He stepped towards me, gently brushing my hair away from my neck, raising his eyebrow at me when he noticed the bruises from the bites and hickey that had been left there. His expression was stern. “That wasn’t there earlier, was it?” 

I quickly covered it back up with my hair again, blushing. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“You know you can tell me anything, (Y/N),” he said, taking another look at the hickey, more closely. “Jesus, were you mauled? That’s quite the mark he left on you...” He began to put it all together. “Who was it, anyway?” 

I knew he was suspicious; I knew he already probably knew the answer to his own question. I felt guilty, though I wasn’t entirely sure if it was because of my status as Matt’s manager, or because of the look Jeff was giving me and the way it made my heart drop. “Jeff...” 

“I can guess, if you’d like,” he said bitterly. “This really isn’t like you, (Y/N).” 

“I know,” I sighed, in defeat. “But it didn’t mean anything, it doesn’t mean anything.” 

Jeff sighed, grabbing me by the shoulders gently. “You’re an adult, you make your own decisions.” His tone was serious, “but I can’t see you get hurt, okay?” “Yeah, I know,” I said, looking down.  

“I care about you, but your business is your deal. Just don’t tell Matt, he’s still mad about that match last night and this definitely wouldn’t help.” He paused, looking me in the eyes. I noticed something in his stare that I didn’t really understand.  

“I know, Jeff...” “I just... Why him, (Y/N)?” He asked, his voice sounded almost hurt.  

“I really don’t know,” I said, looking down. I couldn’t look at him in the eyes. “It just sort of happened.” 

He looked taken aback, like he couldn’t understand. But then again, even I didn’t understand. Finally, he picked up his bag and shifted towards the door. “Well, we are still heading back to Cameron for a few days before the next show in Atlanta. Are you still going to stop by to talk business with Matt?” 

“Yeah,” I said, crossing my arms. “I’ll be there after I check in with my family back home. Probably Wednesday.”

“See ya then,” he said, before walking out the door. 

[vamp-doll-diva]

You and Me - A WWE Fanfiction

Title: You and Me

Author: vamp_doll/vamp_doll_diva

Characters/Pairings: Randy Orton/OC, Alexia Bliss (Lexi Kaufman Cabrera), Liv Morgan, Paul “Triple H” Levesque, more to come....

Rating: M

Category: Romance

Rose and Randy have been hooking up for months, and finally, Randy confesses his feelings for Rose. Rose returns them. They start dating and a new chapter in their life begins. Randy always puts Rose first, Rose is his world, he loves her, and she loves him. This is their story.

Note: A lot of my titles are based on song titles. This one a BlackPink solo by Jennie Kim.

Chapter 1 @ fanfiction.net

[theworldofotps]

Christmas Shopping (Drabble Prompt)

Pairing: Randy Orton x OC Melissa Word Count: 360 Prompt: You're important to me you piece of shit

@melissahausen I hope you like this love I did my best to try and make it cute but also a lil shit Randal _____ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen​ @new-zealand-chic​ @writtingrose​ @99hook @sjwrites22​ @sassymox​ @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex​ @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​ @demonqueen29​ @itsicantbelievethis666​ @lilred91​ @rebellious-desires​ @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie​ @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart​ @vebner37​ @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks​ @whenimakeitshine1234​ @legit9thlunaticwarrior​ @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @xbreezymeadowsx @mcreignsera If you wanna be added to the list lemme know _____ “Come on mate we need to get to the other shops before they close! I’ve no idea yet what to get you for Christmas and it’s in two days!”

Melissa groans trying to pull her friend Randy along through the parking lot to his car, the two of them were spending the holidays together since Randy couldn’t fly home after their last WWE show. She knew he was missing his family, so she was doing her best to bring him some holiday cheer.

“Melissa we’ve been walking around for hours I’m tired, it’s cold and wet. Lets just go back to your house and watch a movie or something.”

“But I need to get your gift.”

She said as they walked into the shopping center, and she looked around Randy couldn’t help but groan seeing the mass group of shoppers. He just wanted to get the hell out of here before someone recognized them.

“As much as I appreciate this Melissa I really don’t want to be here right now. Just make me a nice breakfast or something we can call it a day.”

“Nope not good enough, besides we both know I’m not stronger than you so you’re moving willingly.”

“Why does it matter so much to you that I have something? For fuck’s sake I told you not to worry about it and you’ve dragged me around all day. I could care less if I get a gift I just want to go to sleep.”

“Because you’re important to me you piece of shit, and I want to do this for you. So, stop complaining let’s go to this one last shop then we’ll go to my house.”

She snapped stopping to look at him, Randy blinked staring at her for a moment before smiling.

“You care about me? What about your usual oh you’re such a pain in the ass you wee cunt.”

“Just joking of course you’re important to me Randal you know I adore you.”

She stood on her tiptoes kissing his cheek and grinning as a blush dusted his cheeks.

“You’re fuckin blushing awe.”

“Shut up and get moving you pain in the ass.”

Randy chuckled wrapping his arm around her shoulder as they headed into the last shop.

[ametrinearrows]

Struggles Between Love and Wrestling

Randy watched from a distance as YN and Seth Rollins shared a moment backstage. His jaw clenched and his fists tightened involuntarily. He couldn’t help but feel a surge of frustration as he saw his sister, YN, smiling at the man he had clashed with countless times in the ring – Seth Rollins.

“Why’d you have to go for him?” Randy muttered under his breath, his voice laced with a mix of annoyance and concern. He leaned against a nearby equipment crate, his eyes never leaving the pair as they laughed and talked.

YN and Randy had always been close. Growing up together in the world of professional wrestling had forged an unbreakable bond between them. They had faced challenges, triumphs, and defeats side by side. But this situation was different. Randy had seen the way Seth operated, the manipulations and betrayals that had left scars on their shared history. He couldn’t fathom why YN would be drawn to someone like him.

As he continued to watch them, Randy’s mind drifted back to their childhood. The memories of their parents teaching them the ropes of wrestling, the late-night conversations about their dreams, the times they had each other’s backs in the heat of battle – it was all so vivid in his mind. He had always been protective of YN, and that instinct was now kicking into overdrive.

Randy clenched his fists, a mixture of anger and worry churning within him. He had seen firsthand the destruction that could be wrought by volatile relationships, and he didn’t want his sister to experience that pain. But he also knew he couldn’t control her heart.

As YN and Seth finally parted ways, Randy straightened up, his gaze following YN’s figure as she walked towards him. She flashed him a warm smile, her eyes lighting up as she approached.

“Hey, Randy,” YN greeted, her voice filled with genuine affection.

“Hey,” Randy responded, trying to keep his tone casual despite the storm of emotions swirling within him.

YN’s brow furrowed slightly as she studied Randy’s expression. “Is something bothering you?”

Randy hesitated for a moment before deciding to speak his mind. “YN, I’ve seen the things Seth has done. The betrayals, the manipulation. I just… I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

YN’s smile faded, replaced by a more serious look. She reached out and placed a hand on Randy’s arm, her touch comforting. “I appreciate your concern, Randy. But people can change. Seth has been through a lot, just like we all have. I see something in him that maybe others don’t.”

Randy sighed, his frustration mingling with resignation. He couldn’t deny the validity of YN’s words. After all, he himself had sought redemption and a chance to change. But still, the worry persisted.

“Just promise me you’ll be careful,” Randy said, his voice softening. “I don’t want to see you get hurt like I’ve seen others get hurt.”

YN nodded, her eyes sincere. “I promise, Randy. And I know you’ll always have my back.”

Randy managed a small smile, his heartache momentarily eased by his sister’s understanding. As they stood there, the echoes of their shared past and the uncertainty of the future wrapped around them. Despite his reservations, Randy knew that he couldn’t stand in the way of YN’s choices. All he could do was be there for her, just as she had always been there for him.

[shes2real]

all important links are found here! ୨୧

the boys:

♡ roman reigns drabbles, requests, etc!

♡ jimmy uso drabbles, requests, etc!

♡ jey uso drabbles, requests, etc!

♡ solo sikoa drabbles, requests, etc!

♡ cody rhodes drabbles, requests, etc!

the girls:

♡ rhea ripley drabbles, requests, etc!

one shots:

♡ mile high club (cm punk)

♡ dilf (randy orton)

♡ weekly schedule!

♡ join the tag list

♡ personal blog