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#randy orton fanfiction
j-ensenackles · 9 months
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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!
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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.
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claymorexpunisher · 4 months
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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
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“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…
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slutouttanowhere · 3 months
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Million Dollar Baby
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Pairing: Randy Orton x Black!oc
Warnings: not editied
a/n: Listen, all I got to say is…the girls that get it, and the girls that don’t… lol this is just a little snippet, an idea I was playing around with while other fics are being edited. I could not get this idea out my head once I saw the vision. Check out my main blog @headcannonxgalore Reblogs are appreciated, leave some comments let me know if y’all want more 💜
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Adam Pearce had enough on his plate with Judgement Day running around terrorizing the roster, and running matches, and now on top of that he had to deal with Mavis Pete. She’s been raising hell for the past two weeks, for every time she didn't get a title shot, she’s attacking every female superstar that does. Sabotaging all their title shots in any way she could. He tried to rack his brain to come up with a solution, maybe there was someone he could pair her with to keep her busy, take her mind off things, while simultaneously giving the people some entertaining matches. Suddenly, his office door swung open, a steaming, angry Randy Orton stood in the doorway. A stern look on his face, his lips parted to speak, but before he could Mavis came barging in right behind him. “Finally your office hours are open, listen I don't have time to waste you know what I want-’
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you any manners, kid?” Randy cut her off, he turned to her, forgetting all about their general manager. She looked taken aback by his attitude, one hand on her hip, and her face scrunched into a disgusted facial expression. She’d never tell him, but he’s in her top five favorites of all time. She snapped out of her thoughts quickly, his icy blue irises scrutinizing her closely, her diamond chains catching his eyes.
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to interrupt a bad bitch when she’s talking?” She asked, a slight smirk on her lips, to which Randy scoffed, and turned back to Pearce, blocking Mavis’ site.
“Anyway, like I was saying– He started talking again, ignoring the younger superstar behind him, Adam raised his eyebrows expectantly, but to Randy’s misfortune, he never got the chance to speak.
Mavis rolled her eyes, and cleared her throat, “like I was saying.” She had pushed past Randy, her hips bumping him out the way, now it was his turn to be shocked. “It’s time to make some shit shake, I think the heel run was nice, but I’d do better as a baby face, don't you agree AP?” He watched as she demanded answers from the Raw General Manager, Randy would be lying if he said he hadn’t been watching Mavis’ performances. She was a star in the making, if she could control her attitude, and if she could learn to pull that trigger when necessary, she’d be gold. Or in her case diamonds.
“You wanna be a champion, but don’t know when to stop running your mouth?” Randy talked over Pearce, he watched the interaction between the superstars, and now the wheels were turning in his head. He finally had a perfect idea, it was temporary, but it would keep everyone busy till he figured out the alternative.
“Who do you think you are, my Daddy?” Her face scrunched up in disgust, but she liked the attention. Her and Randy didn’t cross paths often, even when they were in the same vicinity, he opted to ignore her. It bruised her ego that out of everyone she got along with, he acted like she wasn’t worth his time.
Randy smirked in response. He looked her up and down, her revealing outfits, and over zealous confidence is what caught his eye when she first got signed. In a way, she reminded him of a younger version of himself. He let out a condescending chuckle, and as badly as he wanted to let his intrusive thoughts take over, he tried to remain professional. “It seems to me like you sure could use the guidance of a veteran, Hot Girl, Maivs Pete.” He said her name mockingly, and she’s not sure what bothered her more, the fact that he thought that she needed his help, or that she was turned on by his innuendo. They stared each other down, neither one of them refusing to break, till Adam Pearce clapped his hands together.
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theworldofotps · 2 months
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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.
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ametrinearrows · 6 months
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Homecoming Delights
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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. 
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harmshake · 4 months
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Hey, I'm Marian (she/her), Black, bi/pan, a pro wrestling fan, and writer. Welcome! 💗
This is my masterlist for fics non-Bloodline, Rhea Ripley, and Daniel Garcia related. Check out my main masterlist here!
Happy reading. ✨
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Cody Rhodes One Shots
Need | For You (Excerpt) | Keep Warm
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Vampire Swerve Strickland Series
The Gentle Horror: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (feat. Vampire Jimmy Uso)
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WWE: Better Than Ever (feat. Randy Orton) | In Session, Part 1 (feat. Carmelo Hayes)
True Blood: Heated (feat. Alcide Herveaux)
Sons of Anarchy: Forbidden Fruit (feat. Jax Teller)
Mortal Kombat: A Kano Quickie 
The Walking Dead: Finale (feat. Shane Walsh) | Let the Right One In (feat. Rick Grimes)
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wrestlersownmyheart · 6 months
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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! 🙂
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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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dirtywrestling · 8 months
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Randy Orton - Masterlist
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💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst, 🚫 = No Warnings
Series:
Backstage Affairs -💦
Summary: Simon is a backstage worker whom is entangled in an affair with Randy Orton.
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. (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. (18+, Smut, Minors DNI)
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anangelwhodidntfall · 2 years
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Injury: Randy Orton
WWE Masterlist
word count: 500
description: anon asked:  ( im SO sorry if u dont wrtie for him, that sounds rude but like no)- maybe an injury
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Why isn't she letting you go? Randy thought as he anxiously watched Ronda keep her armbar finisher locked on you despite you tapping repeatedly. After a few minutes of watching the unsuccessful attempts of the referees and medics trying to get her to let go of you, Randy made his way to the ring.
You were for sure that your arm was broken at this point, the pain was becoming unbearable to handle until you heard Randy's music which helped you hold on a little longer until you felt her finally let go, and you were pulled into Randy's embrace.
"I think my arm's broken." You said as the tears finally fell down your face as he cradled you in his arms as the medics looked at your arm.
"We need to get her to the hospital, that's the only way we'll be able to properly look at it." The medic said as Randy nodded his head allowing them to put you on the stretcher and take you towards the ambulance with Randy following.
When you woke up a couple of hours later, you woke up to Randy being beside you, holding your hand as he watched whatever was on the tv. You lightly squeezed his hand and he turned and looked at you with a smile.
"How bad is it?" You asked looking at him.
"They had to do surgery on your arm to put it back in place, so you'll be out of action for about two months." He said.
"Two months? I mean it ain't bad but still, that's two months out of action." You said.
"I know it sucks but at least your still in one piece for the most part." He said pressing a kiss to your forehead.
(2 months later)
Your arm was healed and you were cleared to compete again, so here you were standing anxiously at the gorilla waiting for Stephanie to announce you as Ronda's opponent for the championship.
"Now Ronda I would like for you to meet your opponent, you may remember her from when you nearly took her arm off illegally." Stephanie said as your music hit and you walked out taking a stance next to her as you listened to everyone cheer for you.
"Hi Ronda, remember me? See when you nearly ripped my arms off two months ago that gave me a lot of time to think and which is why I asked Stephanie to make out championship match a no disqualifications match...you know to even the battlefield." You said.
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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! 💙💙💙
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nightlywords7 · 2 years
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Tiktok Challenge: Divorce
A/N: Hello everyone! Happy 4/20! I’m back with a Randy Orton fic this time. I will be update Billy’s fic soon, just have to finish it. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this, haven’t written for Wrestling in so long. 
Also, I have plans to post for Robert Pattinson’s Batman as well. I’m going to be watching it soon and I already have a story in the works. Planning to write for more characters down the line such as Bucky Barnes, Steven/Marc, and well, my lovely footballers. 
Enjoy!
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You walked into the kitchen, prank already going in your mind. With quarantine, you saw Randy more frequently since he only had to do tapings once a week and back home he went. It was nice to have Randy around more often, especially with the kids doing home school. Randy was currently in the kitchen with your youngest in his arms. You and Randy have been together for over fifteen years and married for thirteen. You’ve had your ups and downs especially since it was hard to conceive, but you were now four deep, all four were boys and you were currently pregnant with a fifth. You didn’t want to find out the gender of the baby, leaving it as a surprise.
Your eldest, Junior, no surprise there, was eleven years old. Nathan, named after his younger brother, was eight. Robert, named after his grandfather, was five and your youngest, Anthony was three years old. You and Randy loved pranking each other and from time to time, your children partook in it, taking mommy’s side.
One of the new trends was asking your significant other what they would take if you divorced. The ‘D’ word wasn’t allowed in your home, but you figured it would be acceptable for a prank, that Randy knew nothing about.
You walked in the kitchen and he was looking for snacks with Anthony. You heard him speaking to Anthony.
“Want a cookie bud? I won’t tell mommy if you don’t.”
You knew he snuck your kids snacks when he wasn’t supposed to. Caught in the act.
“No, mama say no ookie.”
“Mama isn’t here and daddy’s the boss.” He paused. “Don’t tell mama that.”
Anthony giggled as you shook your head.
You settled at the kitchen counter as Randy came out of the pantry. You began recording as he placed the cookies he found to snack on with Anthony.
“Hey babe.”
Randy slightly jumped. “Hey, you’re supposed to be napping.” Randy always made sure you took at least a two hour nap just so you weren’t cranky.
“I got hungry.” You shrugged.
“You want me to make you something?”
“You don’t know how to cook.” You teased.
“That’s not what you were saying when you I made you steak the other night.” He playfully narrowed his eyes at you.
“Anyone can cook steak babe.” You stuck your tongue out.
“See, your mom is always starting things with daddy and then later on, she’s gonna be singing a different tune.” Randy told Anthony who giggled.
“Mama cook good.”
“Yeah she does.” Randy had to agree. “Do you want some ice cream?” He knew your cravings were peculiar but at times, you had normal cravings such as ice cream. Randy eyed your phone. “Are you recording?”
“No, I have a question for you though.” You smiled. “Yes, research purposes.”
“Oh boy, here we go. What’s your question trouble?” He placed Anthony on the island counter. He knew you’ve been into TikTok lately. His co-workers sent him the TikTok’s and he did quite enjoy them.
“If we get divorced, what three things would you take?”
“Excuse me?” He know you just didn’t say that forbidden word. You and Randy had your ups and downs, especially when he had his trouble with prescription pills.
It wasn’t his proudest moment and to this day, he wondered and thanked the heavens daily that you didn’t leave him. He wasn’t a saint, but he worked every day to be better. During his last stint in rehab, you had drawn up divorce paperwork that ultimately woke him up. He never thought you would leave him, he was a dick, but he knew you feared that if you walked away, he would spiral. And that held up his faith that you would never walk away. But then you miscarried due to the stress of his addiction and he knew he lost you then. He did everything he could to get better, to work on himself. He let you go, but you continued to support him, so he knew he wasn’t alone. Once he was clean, he made his way back to you. You said the word divorce to him twice, and that was more than enough. After that, you two decidedly banned the word.
As he told you before, ‘it’s till death do us part, no if’s, but’s or anything’.
You repeated the question.
“No, I heard you, but you said the d word, what did we agree upon that certain word?” He raised an eyebrow.
“It’s part of the question babe. Come on, please?” You pouted. “So what three things would you take if we got divorced?”
“Nothing cause it ain’t happening.”
“Humor me.”
Randy looked dead at the camera for a moment before rolling his eyes. “Fine, I’ll take the kids, the dogs and your seashell collection. You’re not leaving me crazy.” He looked at Anthony who was enjoying his cookie. “Mama thinks she can leave daddy? Okay.” Randy scoffed. “I’ll take that pussy too cause that’s mine.”
“Randy!” You stopped recording and threw a cookie at him.
“What?!” He caught the cookie and laugh. “You said to me, verbatim, I popped four of your children out, about to be five, I’m tired. Well, you popped out four of my kids, I co-own that shit.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I am, so you should know better than to leave. I would lock you up.” Randy picked up Anthony. “We got four kids, you need me.”
You laughed. You had stopped recording as soon as Randy said the word ‘pussy’.
“You know I can handle them when you’re on the road, I’m good.”
He peaked behind a wall and nodded his head. “Fair, but you need me for sexual needs.” He smirked. He saw your face broke out in a grin. “Don’t you dare say your damn toys, see this is why you’re pregnant.”
You laughed. Even through all the ups and downs, you’re glad you stayed by Randy’s side.
You couldn’t imagine life without his crazy ass.
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wwekayfabequeen · 2 years
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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!
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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. 
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vamp-doll-diva · 11 months
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You and Me - A WWE Fanfiction
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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.
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slutouttanowhere · 2 months
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Pairing: Randy Orton x Mavis Pete x LA Knight
Warnings: none
Word count: 4k
a/n: ngl yall it’s currently 3:23 am right now, and I’m just so excited to get this to y’all. This…mini series (I’m not sure don’t get your hopes up lol) is not turning out how I expected, I accidentally added LA Knight to the mix completely forgetting he’s currently feuding with Randy canonically. The female main character, Mavis Pete is my oc, and if it isn’t obvious she’s Black. Anywho, hope y’all enjoy the full version, as always likes,reblogs and comments are appreciated
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Adam Pearce had enough on his plate with Judgement Day running around terrorizing the roster, and running matches, and now on top of that he had to deal with Mavis Pete. She’s been raising hell for the past two weeks, for every time she didn't get a title shot, she’s attacking every female superstar that does. Sabotaging all their title shots in any way she could. He tried to rack his brain to come up with a solution, maybe there was someone he could pair her with to keep her busy, take her mind off things, while simultaneously giving the people some entertaining matches. Suddenly, his office door swung open, a steaming, angry Randy Orton stood in the doorway. A stern look on his face, his lips parted to speak, but before he could Mavis came barging in right behind him. “Finally your office hours are open, listen I don't have time to waste you know what I want-’ 
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you any manners, kid?” Randy cut her off, he turned to her, forgetting all about their general manager. She looked taken aback by his attitude, one hand on her hip, and her face scrunched into a disgusted facial expression. Her, and Randy haven’t crossed paths often, but of course she knew who he was, she’d never tell him, but he’s in her top five favorites of all time. Given any other circumstance, she’d be gushing, and fangirling. She snapped out of her thoughts quickly, his icy blue irises scrutinizing her closely, her diamond chains catching his eyes. 
“Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to interrupt a bad bitch when she’s talking?” She asked, a slight smirk on her lips, to which Randy scoffed, and turned back to Pearce, blocking Mavis’ site. 
“Anyway, like I was saying– He started talking again, ignoring the younger superstar behind him, Adam raised his eyebrows expectantly, but to Randy’s misfortune, he never got the chance to speak. 
Mavis rolled her eyes, and cleared her throat, “like I was saying.” She had pushed past Randy, her hips bumping him out the way, now it was his turn to be shocked. “It’s time to make some shit shake, I think the heel run was nice, but I’d do better as a baby face, don't you agree AP?”  He watched as she demanded answers from the Raw General Manager, Randy would be lying if he said he hadn’t been watching Mavis’ performances. She was a star in the making, if she could control her attitude, and if she could learn to pull that trigger when necessary, she’d be gold. Or in her case diamonds.
“You wanna be a champion, but don’t know when to stop running your mouth?” Randy talked over Pearce, he watched the interaction between the superstars, and now the wheels were turning in his head. He finally had a perfect idea, it was temporary, but it would keep everyone busy till he figured out the alternative. 
“Who do you think you are, my Daddy?” Her face scrunched up in disgust, but she liked the attention. Her and Randy didn’t cross paths often, even when they were in the same vicinity, he opted to ignore her. It bruised her ego that out of everyone she got along with, he acted like she wasn’t worth his time. 
Randy smirked in response. He looked her up and down, her revealing outfits, and over zealous confidence is what caught his eye when she first got signed. In a way, she reminded him of a younger version of himself. He let out a condescending chuckle, and as badly as he wanted to let his intrusive thoughts take over, he tried to remain professional. “It seems to me like you sure could use the guidance of a veteran, Hot Girl, Maivs Pete.” He said her name mockingly, and she’s not sure what bothered her more, the fact that he thought that she needed his help, or that she was turned on by his innuendo. They stared each other down, neither one of them refusing to break, till Adam Pearce clapped his hands together.
“That’s it! I got the perfect idea, since you're both more than likely here for the same reason, contenders spots. So here’s the plan: in thirty minutes, I want you two to meet me out there in that ring.”  Adam clasped his hands together, a satisfied expression on his face as he watched Mavis and Randy pause their bickering, and turn their attention to their boss. 
“For what exactly?” Randy asked, his arms folded across his chest, he watched Pearce with a weary glance. He gestured between the two, a wide grin grew across his mouth, Randy, and Mavis turned to look at each other, look back at Pearce, and back at each other. That’s when it clicked in their heads what’s going on, Mavis rolled her eyes, and Randy groaned. 
“I don't have time for this, Pearce, I’m not a babysitter.”
“I couldn’t care less as long as it involves a title shot.” 
Randy, and Mavis said simultaneously, the roar of the fans in the packed Ford Field Stadium in Detroit could be heard throughout the whole arena. The chants of them demanding to see their hometown sweetheart, Mavis Pete, it warmed her heart to know that damn near the whole city showed up for her.
“That’s too bad, my choice has been made, and in just a little bit you’ll find out more details. Now, if I were you two I’d take this opportunity to get to know each other a little better, because whether you like it or not, you will be tag partners tonight.” The two of them fussed about it, Pearce was not hearing any of it, and sweeped them out of his office. They stood there looking at each other dumb founded, this was not how either of them expected their night to go at all, Mavis wasn't on the card till much later in the night. She turned to go her own way, not before Randy reached out, and grabbed her by the arm. 
“Hey, hey, quit it with the sass, you're not as tough as you think you are.” Randy called her bluff, a knowing grin on his lips, but she refused to fold. She rolled her lips, an attempt to keep from smiling, Randy raised his eyebrows, which caused Mavis to breath out heavily. She stomps her foot, a look of annoyance on her face as she rolls her pretty brown eyes. 
“Ugh, you’re no fun, you mine as well relax since you’re gonna be stuck with me for a while.” She teased, a smirk slowly growing across her face, her gaze held Randy’s, but when he tilted his head confusedly she let out a mischievous giggle. Her hand on her hip, switching her weight from one foot to the other, Randy gives her body a once over taking in her curves from this distance, and takes note of how toned her muscles are. Her skin looked soft to the touch, and it glowed under the lights from all the body glitter. 
“This isn't the first time AP has tried to use someone else to ‘keep me in line’, two weeks ago he tried to stick me with Drew, but little did I know, he’s a bigger brat than I am.” She folded her arms over her chest, Randy pushed off the wall, and took a few steps towards her, only a few inches of space between them. As tall as Mavis is, Randy is taller, and bigger; she peered up at him from underneath her long lashes. Suddenly under his gaze, his eyes full of curiosity; he wanted to see past her mask. Her cocky demeanor faded. 
“Do you think I’m gonna keep you in line?” Randy asked
Mavis shrugged her shoulders, her lips stretching into a smirk, “maybe, we’ll see.” She turned to walk away to get her gear on for tonight, but not before turning in enough time to notice how his eyes had dropped to her ass. Shamelessly he slowly lifted his eyes to her, he watched her expectantly. 
“See ya out there…partner.” Mavis grinned like a Cheshire Cat, then sashayed away. 
Adam Pearce stood in the middle of the ring, mic in hand ready to address the WWE universe. The crowd buzzed in response, they had a rowdy crowd tonight in Mavis Pete’s hometown Detroit, Michigan. The way the arena is sold out, you’d think it was a pay per view event, but no, this was an average Monday night. “Good evening Detroit, and welcome…to Monday Night Raw!” The fans roared in response, Adam looked over to the camera, his hand gesturing to the viewers on the other side of the camera at home. “And good evening to you all at home. I know you all are excited for the show tonight so I won't hold you up for too long. Recently, I’ve had more than a few trouble makers on my hands, among the few, your very own Mavis Pete.” On cue they chanted for her relentlessly, the sound of thousands of people was damn near overwhelming, but it’s nothing Adam isn't used to. 
He continued his announcement, moving about the ring. “With that being said, tonight will be my second attempt at partnering ‘Thee Money Making Mavis’, who can not only subdue her reckless behavior, but also keep her line.” He paused for a moment taking a breath, “this superstar is not only a vet to the game, but he himself is someone who’s had their fair share of suspensions. Someone whose legacy is killing WWE legends, Mavis’ new partner, maybe even a mentor of sorts is none other than Randy Orton!” He let the crowd react, they stood to their feet to chant, ‘RKO’ Adam Pearce nodded his head proud of his decision, the people loved it, and that’s what mattered to him. 
“With that being said, tonight, we’ll settle some grievances. Mavis was booked for later on tight to face Banica Belair for a contender spot, but it seems like you’ll be getting spoiled here tonight Detroit because not only will you see Banica Belair, and Mavis Pete compete for the number one contenders spot to face Rhea Ripley at SummerSlam…” He took a breath, Banica bumped shoulders with Mavis as they sat side by side backstage, and watched the show on the monitors. They had been talking about having this match for ages, and finally they would get the chance to show out, and shine their black girl magic on live television. Banica was already a three time champion, if anything this match was to put Mavis over; when Randy came over to take a seat with them Mavis’ eyebrows raised in disbelief. “Ladies.” He greets them, Banica smiles, greeting the well known ‘Legend Killer’, but she nearly falls out her seat seeing Mavis’ reaction. Feeling Banica’s eyes on her, Mavis turned to her older friend, and gave her a glare that could kill. Her lips turned upward into a knowing grin, but said nothing else.
“And I haven’t forgotten about Randy…joining his tag partner Mavis Pete tonight, as he faces off  against LA Knight, think of it as a reconciliation for how last week's contender match was ruined by The Bloodline. Whichever team gets the win by pinfall or submission, is the team's victors, how does that sound?” The arena erupted in response causing Adam’s lips to pull up into a satisfied grin, he waved to the crowd, and right when he was leaving the ring, the camera’s cut to a backstage segment with Judgement Day. Randy turned to Mavis, his eyes dropped to her neck expecting to see her diamond flooded pokemon chain, but it wasn't there. Curiosity getting the better of him he just came out and asked, “You don't seem like a girl that likes anime.” He suddenly spoke up after being quiet for a few moments, Mavis almost forgot he was there, Banica took that as her cue, using Montez as her excuse to leave. This left Mavis all alone with Randy, they weren't that far from the guerilla, and had a little bit of time before their match. 
“Believe it or not, girls do watch anime, and a whole lot of other nerdy things.” She smirked, her lips glossy, and shining when the lights hit them. Her eyes looked down at her nails, inspecting them nonchalantly, something he’s noticed her doing often. More so when she’s disinterested in what people were saying, but that didn't turn Randy off from getting into her head now that he’s seeing her up close. 
“That’s not what I meant, it’s just you're so —
“Pretty?” She cut him off grinning widely, showing off her diamond encrusted grills that were outlined with gold, Mavis has never had the chance to be so flirty with him, and it was kind of thrilling to see how this was going to play out. ‘Ole Scrap Daddy may have done me a favor, Drew wasn’t  this fun to play with.’ Randy pressed his lips together, the corner of his lip twitched, and his eyes shined with mischief. 
“While you are pretty Mavis, I was going to say…cool, you seem too cool to be into nerdy things.” Randy confused, his voice low enough for only the two of them to hear, Mavis nearly choked on her spit not expecting his response. He looked at her expanctanly, the ball was in her court, and for the first time she was rendered speechless. Though she recovered quickly, but not nearly as fast as she could have. 
“You think I’m pretty? Say it again…please.” 
“Ya ready for tonight kid.” LA Knight’s voice could be heard from down the hall, aloof to the little tension between Randy and Mavis. Randy looked like he wanted to swallow her whole, she got to him when he least expected, her boldness excited  him. He liked when his prey played with him before he striked. 
“Aye! LA, you know I’m always ready.” She said playfully, he grinned knowingly, a silent conversation going on between them, Randy had heard rumors of the two of them having a small fling, but he didn't hear much more than that. He knew there were a few guys in the locker room lining up to get their chance with the self proclaimed ‘ WWE Resident Hottie’. He knew for a fact some of them were in over their head, Mavis was too high maintenance to keep up with an unseasoned man. For some reason he didn't like the way LA was looking at her, or the way she was inviting his attention, and egging it on. Randy rolled his shoulders, when Mavis let out a giggle to something LA had said, that's when he cleared his throat. 
“Oh wassup man, how are ya?” LA didnt really care that Randy was standing there watching him and Mavis practically eye fuck each other. He felt like it was Randy’s fault for not doing his research on Mavis, every man that comes across her path is in constant competition with the other man that thought he had a chance. Truth is, none of them were particularly special, she did have her favorites though. No one turley knew who her number ones were, but he learned that if you were low key  enough, and just went along for the ride you might be a main player. That’s all he wanted with Mavis, was to have fun, rather it was sex or not. He genuinely did like the girl, she was smart, and talented as all hell. ‘Ya just haven’t figured it out yet have you Randal?’ LA watched Randy with a scrutinizing glance, he didn’t know much about the legacy kid personally, but Randy did look like a guy to fight over his possessions. It’s too early to tell where Randy will fall in the line up of Mavis’ chosen ones, but he’ll make sure to keep an eye out for the old snake. 
“Just another Monday night, chaos, and energy is in the air.” He smiled pleasantly, standing from his seat, and blocking LA’s view of Mavis. LA wasn’t in the mood to argue, he knew what Randy was trying to do, and it wouldn’t work. Mavis is going to do, and talk to who she wants. She leaned back in her chair, a smirk on her lips, but she sat idly. The two men talked formalities, and an official came over to Mavis letting her know that she had 10 minutes before she walked. 
She stood from her chair, stretched her arms, and legs. LA took that as a chance to get one last comment in, “hey, need help stretching…don’t wanna pull a muscle.” His pretty baby blue eyes watched her, taking in everything, from her perfectly applied makeup, to her Nike promoted ring gear. His eyes lingered on her breast, memories of the night they spent in her hotel making his head spin. 
She looked at Randy, his facial expression blank, but his eyes sparked a flame of jealousy. She bit her lip looking over to LA over Randy’s shoulder, she shrugged as she looked at him sheepishly. “Mm, maybe next time, sweet of you to be concerned though.”  She looked up at the clock on the wall signaling that she had eight minutes left, as she was led past Randy, she put a hand on his large shoulder. “See ya out there, partner.” Her hand slid down his arm, his eyes following her movements, and lingered on her as she galloped down the hall to the main curtains. 
Her music hit ‘Bling Bling Bling, bitches are mad.’ Mavis popped out from behind the titon tron, and Randy swore he’s never heard a pop so loud before. He looked over to the monitor, and as the camera panned out to the crowd, not a single person was sitting. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she danced down the ramp to the ring, blowing kisses, and dapping up some of the fans. Mavis has been begging for weeks for a switch up on her character, the heel turn wasn’t working with the crowd. She figured she’d just give the people what they wanted, if the people loved it, there’s no way Hunter could turn her down. 
“She’s not the girl you think she is, you know. Mavis got her head on her shoulders.” LA spoke up from beside him, 
Randy’s eyes flickered over to him momentarily, “and why are you telling me that?” 
“Because I know you’ve heard the whispers, how can people not talk about her ya know? But I know you’re a guy that doesn’t get tangled up so I wouldn’t expect you to know that. I’ll say this then I’ll leave, no matter what you hear people say, don’t believe it.”  That caught Randy’s attention, he tore his eyes away from the screen to look at LA, they held each other's stare. Randy nodded his head in understanding, he had a few opinions of his own about Mavis; He thinks she’s arrogant, and impossibly flashy. But he respects her when she takes charge of her own character and story lines. When he was her age, he was looking to everyone else about what to do, but Mavis already has it figured out. So whatever rumors LA is implying must be worse than what he assumed. He left Randy to himself, a few seconds passed, then an official came to get him, but he was already making his way to the curtain. When they hit his music he took a deep breath to try to get the past thirty minutes out of his head for now. 
Banica was busy yelling at LA Knight for getting in her way during the match, so Mavis took that as an opportunity to try and catch her in a roll up pin. Banica’s legs shot up, and effectively kicked out before the count of three. 
Randy watched from his corner, he wasn’t sure when Mavis got this good, but her in-ring work has already peaked since two months ago. The two women had been beating each other inside the ring for so long, Randy, and LA had been sidelined unintentionally. Until, Banica whipped Mavis into the ropes, and as she bounced off, Banica slashed Mavis with her long braid. You could hear everyone simultaneously cringing, and grunting from the sound of her hair cracking Mavis’s flesh. 
“Goddamn it! Fuck! Forget this, hell nah.” Mavis shouted, she immediately backed away from her opponent, nearly running to the corner to tag Randy. 
“Bet you’ve never been happier to see me huh?” He chuckled as he slapped her shoulder lightly, which forced Banica to make her tag to LA. Mavis laid on her back on the apron, both hands above her head, and her eyes closed. Her sun was throbbing, and stinging on that side. She’s sure it’s gonna leave a nasty bruise tomorrow, but for now she’d have to suck it up. She brushed her hand over the area, her skin was hot to the touch, and she could feel how welting began. 
Regardless she got up in just enough time to see how LA accidentally knocked Banica off the apron, and into the floor from Randy roughly shoving him into the corner. LA began to fight back enough to get Randy down, as he laid there on his back, LA took that as the opportunity to climb up to the top rope. ‘Classic Randall’ Mavis’ lips pulled up into a smirk, she knew  there’s only one way this is gonna end at this point. As LA came flying from the top rope, Randy sprung to life at the last second and caught him in the RKO. 
Instinctively Randy went for the pin, by the time Banica jumped back into the ring to break the count it was too late. The bell rang, and Randy and Mavis were named victors. Adrenaline pumping in her veins she ran into the ring, and hopped on Randy, wrapping her arms and legs around him. As soon as their skin touched, she was reminded of the lashing Banica gave her not too long ago, and instantly she cringed away. “That’s a pretty nasty mark you got there, let’s go get it checked out?” Randy offered Mavis a hand to help her steady herself between the ropes, and for a second their eyes locked Mavis felt vulnerable. Like he was looking into her soul. She coughed awkwardly, then jumped down from the apron, and made her way up the ramp. 
“Jesus Banica, spare me next time.” Mavis playfully scolded, her eyebrows drawn together as she pointed at the red slash mark that wrapped around her side, like a devilish hug. Banica grinned from ear to ear, swinging her braid in her hand, she knew Mavis could handle a little pain, but apologized anyway. 
“I am sorry though, I seen that Back Seat finisher coming and I said this girl trynna kill me. Not my fault I beat you to the punch.” She laughed lightly, the doctors fixed Mavis up and let her be on her way. A gentle hand on her shoulder caught her attention, she turned to see Randy with his long arm reaching out to her. He let his hand slide down her arm, just as she did earlier, feeling her toned muscles underneath the purple mesh fabric. Their fingertips grazed, but at the last second she caught the tips of his fingers before she had a chance to fall to his side. She looked up at him, and for once a genuine smile settled into his face. His gaze soft, as he lets her have a peak of the real him, but it was gone just as easily as it appeared. 
“Not bad kid.” His lips now curing into a smirk, his icy eyes inviting her in to play, and though she started this, Mavis didn’t intend on finishing it. 
“I did okay.” She mumbled meekly, her body slightly turned away from him, and her free arm wrapping around her midsection to keep his eyes off her skin. He tilted his head, watching her curiously now, ‘you wanted this.’ Randy thought to himself, he wanted to laugh at her sudden shyness, but he held it in.  
“Oh don’t get shy on me now sweetheart, what, now that I’ve shown you a little attention you don’t know how to act?” He leaned in slightly trying to catch her gaze, she sucked her teeth, yanking her hand away from him. A fire lighting in her eyes, that’s exactly what he wanted, and though he knew the tender side that resided in her would be interesting to see. Randy wanted this side of her much more, to get her fired up, just to blow her out again. 
“Boy fuck you.” She rolled her eyes, flicked her hair over her shoulder, and walked away. She was more annoyed that she lost her cool, than the way he tried to embarrass her. He caught up to her again, he tried to grab her by the arm, but when she snatched her arm away, she whipped around to face him. To her surprise he was closer than she anticipated, and nearly ran into him. 
“Hey, hey, hey now. No reason to be mean, I was just joking around, I’m sorry.” He apologized, feigning guilt, and pressing his plans together, pretending to pray. Mavis’ lips pressed together unimpressed, from a distance Randy could see LA making his way down the hall heading in their direction. “How about we go out for a drink, just you and me, think of it as a celebration. And…is officially getting to know each other.” He offered, Mavis folded her arms over her chest as she thought about it for a moment, and boy did she take her time. 
“You were looking like money out there Mavis, could hardly keep focus.” LA Knight drew her attention to him as he approached, she didn’t see the way Randy grimaced, but she felt it. It’s not lost on her that the two men never got along, Knight’s arrogance had always rubbed Randy the wrong way, and one night he let it slip that he and Randy had more than a few heated exchanges. Despite being in the game for 20 years, he still has yet to earn Randy’s respect. The Viper has claimed on several occasions that once all the hype dies, LA Knight is just going to sink with the rest of them. 
“Hey better watch yourself, Banica takes her in ring work very seriously, next time it might be you who gets whooped” The two of them small talk for a while, Mavis knew exactly what he wanted from her, but she was going to make him ask rather than her being the one to offer. Randy however, wasn’t moving from his spot, instead he made himself comfortable against the wall bearing the cold bite of the white bricks. 
“Tell me you’re coming out tonight, it’s been a minute.” And there it was, the invitation, Randy respected the consistency. What he expected was for Mavis to ditch him, and take LA Knight up on his offer since the two of them had a “history” so to speak.
“Actually, I’m already booked, sorry babe.” She smiled sheepishly, she squeezed his shoulder, though his eyes told a different story, he took on the chin like a man. Mavis hasn’t turned him down in almost a month straight, but as luck would have it, Randy posed something more interesting than what she was used to. Without so much of a word, she left the two men alone together yet again. Not wanting to feel the embarrassment any longer, LA began to walk, but not before Randy’s last words. 
“You’re in love with her.” He chuckled in disbelief, and just like that Randy said the one thing out loud, that LA could never. The two men went their separate ways, again he caught up to Mavis before she turned down the hall that headed towards the women’s locker room. 
“Looks like you haven’t turned him down before.” He said trying to dig for information, but Mavis wasn’t going to speak on that at the moment. Instead she offered him a sweet smile, her hip leaning against the door to the locker room. He took a step forward, minimal space between them, and if he leaned in any closer he’d be able to kiss her nose. 
“There’s a seafood restaurant downtown I like to go to called Fishbones…I’ll send you the address?” This time she held Randy’s gaze, a sensation of butterflies swirling in the pit of her stomach. His mouth turned upward into his classic smirk, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth. Mavis gripped the door handle in a poor attempt to contain herself. 
“See you in a few hours then.” She silently nodded, not trusting her voice, then disappeared behind the safety of the women’s locker room. 
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theworldofotps · 4 months
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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.
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ametrinearrows · 7 months
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Struggles Between Love and Wrestling
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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.
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