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j-ensenackles · 10 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!

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 · 5 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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1-800-sinister · 22 days

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Rhea wearing snake earrings for Randy.

No, because Randy sees it while going on Twitter, and he makes sure to reward her later for showing everybody who she belongs to, which is the viper.

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daddyhausen · 23 days

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

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「 ♡ — MINI SERIES 」

「 ♧ — SMUT 」

「 ♢ — TRIGGER WARNINGS 」

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「 FACE SITTING HEADCANNONS 」 — ♧

❝ face sitting headcannons w/ randy ❞

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dirtywrestling · 6 months

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hello! may i please request a thing about randy orton x female reader? maybe it’s halloween time and he tries to scare reader by turning their house into a fun little haunted house? i thought maybe that could be cute

Pairing: Randy Orton x Female!Reader

Warnings: Flufff, Randy trying to be scary, Halloween Themed

Commissions: Open!

Imagines: Open!

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It was like something you'd see out of a corny scary movie. The fake spider webs were stuck in the corner of the walls, the skeletons hanging from the ceiling as if they were there for decades. The fog roaming from your feet and dusting the whole floor. "Okay Randy, ha ha." You said sarcastically. "You got me." You set your purse down, looking through the slightly dim house but not seeing your husband.

"I swear, Randy don't you dare scare me." You said making your way towards the kitchen, trying to ignore the thrill of it all but you couldn't help but your heart hammering against your chest. You opened the fridge, looking at all the options. "What do you want for dinner?" You asked. No response. You huffed. "What about- god I don't know what to good." You mumbled.

Hearing a light creak behind you in the floor board you quickly spun around to see a tall figure wearing a ghost face mask. You squealed loudly, throwing up your fists ready to fight but the masked person grabbed your wrists before you could swing and started laughing.

"Randy! That is not funny!" You whined.

Randy pulled away and took the mask off still laughing heavily. "You should have seen your face!" Randy snickered. "Man, I love Halloween." He grinned.

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thatbitchfromsallys · 18 days

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Take A Look At Sun Rays Awake Our Nighttime Time With Emily Inside Unquestionably The Combination!

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1-800-sinister · 2 months

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(tw: dark!randy, sub!rhea, public sex, cheating, hair pulling, biting, power play)

Randy was tossing rhea around the ring. "Come on, Ripley," he smirked.

Rhea went to hit Randy, which he dodged, pulling her into a chokehold. "Cmon, Rhea gotta be faster than that sweetheart."

Rhea tried to get out of the chokehold but couldn't. She heard Randy begin to laugh darkly. "Damn Ripley, you are a desperate little bitch because I can practically smell you."

Randy began to slide one of his hands down Rhea's stomach. He felt her bite him. "Oh, you fucking bitch," he slapped her, picking her up and not letting her go. "Now I'm going to fuck you, and you are going to be a good little cockhole, so take it, you fucking bitch."

Randy pulls down Rheas shorts, seeing her not wearing any underwear. He smirked darkly and pulled down his shorts and boxers, thrusting into her, pulling her hair, making her look at him. Her mouth fell open, soft whines escaping through.

Rhea clawed at Randy's back, moaning at his harsh thrusts. Her eyes were literally rolling back.

"Damn, look at you all fucked out on my cock, Ripley," Randy smirked as he kept his thrusts brutal.

Rhea felt herself cum all over Randy's cock. "Please no more, sir," he pulled out of her, pushing her onto the ring floor, making her go face down ass up.

Rhea moaned out loud, feeling Randy thrust back in harshly. She was trying to grip at anything.

Randy pulled Rhea's hair. He pulled up the sports bra she was wearing, making her tit's fall out. They began to move with his harsh thrusts.

Rhea's eyes widen when she catches sight of a shocked dominik. "D-dom, wait, oh fuck," she moaned as she came all over Randy's cock again.

Randy smirked, groaning as he came in rhea while making eye contact with Dominik, watching him walk out.

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claymorexpunisher · 1 year

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Feeling The Christmas Spirit (18+ One Shot)

Pairing(s): Randy Orton/Fem. Reader

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

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

Word Count: 933

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

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

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

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

Gotta keep my man on his toes…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like I said, I had everything planned and calculated…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let the games begin…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That grin didn’t last long.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Randy won by a landslide.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But Randy wasn’t done.

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

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

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dirtywrestling · 5 days

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No Strings Attached - Randy Orton (18+)

Commission: @thesimonkshow

Pairing: Randy Orton x Simon

Summary: Things get a little heated between Simon and Randy after the little visit from Rachel, Randy’s wife.

Warnings: 18+ Blog, Cursing, Smut, Cheating/Affairs, Minors DNI

Word Count: 4,765

Parts: One / Two

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Nothing was more awkward than laying wide awake that night on the couch staring at the ceiling and listening to Randy’s wife, Rachel trying to start something.

“Come on, I’m sure he’s asleep.” She whispered, more like talking softly since the room was quiet as it was.

“Rachel, no. Just go to bed.” Randy argued. I heard him rolling over as she huffed.

“What’s going on? You use to fuck me and hard.” The tone in her voice slightly got higher, annoyingly higher.

“Shh, okay, okay, fine.” Randy snapped. I froze in my spot on the couch that was mere feet away from the bed, hearing suffling. There was no way Randy was going to fuck his wife in front of me. So I thought, it wasn’t until that first moan Rachel released that made me cringe.

That night hasn’t left my head, her cringy moans still echoed in my head as Randy pounded her into the mattress. She eventually left that morning and I did too. I haven’t spoken to Randy since that night. It crushed me, my heart ached and I didn’t know what to do. I knew eventually something was going to happen but him having sex with his wife right in front of me and an hour after having sex with me, I felt used.

While I worked backstage and saw Randy, I’d immediately worked at a different station so I could avoid him. “Hey Simon.” Looking up in the direction my name was being called, it was Mark. “Hey man, could you restalk the buffet for the wrestlers?”

“Isn’t that the intern’s job?” I questioned, eyebrows furrowed. I wasn’t in the mood to do something an intern was supposed to be doing.

“He called in today, it’s a quick job please before the wrestlers get hangry.”

Huffing, I left my job position. I was working on making sure each lens for the cameras were cleaned and not cracked, so I made my way towards the table full of food. Ripping open a plastic holder full of water bottles I started to stalk the cooler with them and diet sodas along with other warm beverages that needed to be cold. “They got you on bitch boy duty, huh?”

I groaned as I knew that voice. “Leave me alone, I’m working.” I opened up a box of sodas, shoving the warm cans into the cool ice chest.

“Simon, please. I’ve said I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” Randy exclaimed a little too loudly, making everyone look over at us. Looking back at the people who were staring I gave them a weak smile only to grab Randy by the wrist and drag him away from the catering table.

“What Randy? What could you possibly fucking want?” I shoved him against the nearest wall a little too roughly as Randy’s back hit up against it, surprised by my actions.

“Simon, please. I didn’t mean for that night to end up like that. I didn’t even know she was coming to visit.” Randy defended himself.

“You fucked her in front of me!” I said through my gritted teeth.

“She was suspecting something, Simon.” Randy explained. “I had to, she wouldn’t stop or worse she would have found out about us.”

“You hurt me.” I frowned, slouching my shoulders. “You hurt me Randy and you lied to her about me being a wrestler.”

“And look where you’re at, you’re working part time as a crew member and you’re training to be a wrestler!” Randy exclaimed with a proud smile.

“Because you lied! You even lied to Vince about me wanting to be a wrestler and now look where I’m at!” I extended my arms, forcing him to look at my tired eyes with dark circles under them. “I’m tired! This isn’t the life for me, Randy.”

“Shh, shh.” Randy hushed me, looking around as workers walked back and forth like busy beez getting the show ready for tonight. “Listen, we debut tonight. I need you on your A game, okay?” Randy cupped his large hand against my cheek. “I’m so proud of you.” He whispered. “Months and months of training and soon you’ll be a full time wrestler. No more dealing with the wires or being forced to stalk the catering table. It’ll just be me and you, okay?” His voice was softer now and that’s all I wanted to focus on, his sweet voice that was full of promises.

The pad of Randy’s thumb traced over my pouty lips. “I want you to forget backstage for now, I want you to focus on getting ready for tonight.”

Looking away from Randy’s baby blue eyes I sighed. “Okay.” I mumbled.

“Great.” Randy perked up, scanning the area real quick before planting a kiss on my lips.

“I’m still mad at you.” I wiped my lips with the back of my hand, making Randy frown.

As the night went on my anxiety spiked. The closer we got to call time for our match the more my palms became sweaty. I looked at myself in the large body mirror one last time at the gorilla. Randy was in new attire, white, red and gold trunks while I was in the same color but in stretchy pants so I had more ability to move in the ring. I wasn’t built like Randy, so I couldn’t pull off the trunks but I was close.

“I don’t think I can do this.” I was about to walk away, my heart hammering in my chest as my throat was tightening up, it was getting harder to breath and it felt like I was about to puke.

Randy grabbed my bicep as I walked past him to run away. “Hey, hey, hey.” Randy gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “You’re fine, you’re alright. Just breathe.” He said calmly, a little too calm.

“How are you so calm?” I frowned, tears nearly escaping from my eyes. I didn’t want to keep this lie up anymore just to be hidden in the shadows from his wife and us in the closet.

“I’ve been doing this for years, Simon. I still get nervous.” He grabbed my wrist, placing my hand against his bare chest. I felt his heart thumping fast just like mine was.

“You’re nervous?” I whispered, surprised. The Viper, The Legend Killer, thee Randy Orton still gets nervous?

“Of course I still get nervous..” He tossed his head back in laughter. “It’s another show in a different city.” Randy played with my fingers. “All these months you’ve been training, you’ve been growing.” Randy’s eyes wandered over me. “You look amazing by the way.” His voice was low so no one around us could hear.

Biting my lip to hide my smile, I looked down at the ground. We even had matching colored shoes on. He wore boots where I wore more athletic running shoes.

“Simon, Randy. You’re about to go on.” One of the producers said, clipboard in hand with a black headset over his ears.

Thanking the producer, I exhaled a breath. “Breathe, just breathe. You’re going to do great.” Randy smiled. He let go of my hand as his music blared through the speakers, making me flinch at the loudness. “Come on, you’ll love it.”

Randy was right, I did love it. I thought being behind the camera was my place, but having the camera, lights and crowd focused on me made my anxiety disappear and adrenaline appear in my veins. My heart hammered as Xavier Woods and I were doing a spot in the ring while Randy and Kofi were throwing shots at each other on the outside of the ring, keeping each other busy.

Hitting the ropes, I bounced off and ran towards Xavier, jumping in the air slightly. I connected a cross body to him. Xavier fell with me on top of him, still having a hold of his body. I stood up, pulling him close into a German suplex but not letting him go. Arching my back and digging my toes deep into the mat I pinned him with a bridge. The ref slid next to us and slammed his hand onto the white surface of the mat three times. I was expecting Xavier to kick out and to do a comeback where it made Randy and I lose.

Shooting up from the pin, Xavier’s tired body laid limp on the mat where I looked around in pure shock. “We won?” I asked the ref as he grabbed onto my wrist, making me stand up on my two feet and raised my hand in victory. Randy ran towards the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and rushed towards me.

“You won! You pinned him!” Randy smiled, giving me a hug. He wrapped his sweaty large arms around my slender body. I couldn’t help but to lean into his chest, smelling his scent. “Come on, we gotta go so they can start up the next match.” Randy said, helping me out of the ring. “You know what this means right?” Randy asked as we shook and high fived fans while making our way up the ramp.

“No, what?” I was confused as I collided with a younger fan’s hand.

Stopping at the top of the ramp Randy looked at the large Summerslam sign that was lit up. “This means we’re the number one contenders for the tag team championships.” Randy smiled as he raised his arm up and pointed at the sign.

It was that night Randy and I really had our first fight, face to face. My mouth was stuffed full with his cock as it choked me while I sucked him off. We were finally getting back into the groove after what happened with him and his wife months ago. “Fuck, I missed your mouth on me.” Randy hummed, resting his head back on the couch as he ran his fingers through my hair. “Feel so good.” He murmured. I looked up at him the best I could while suckling him. He felt twice as thicker and tastier than the last time.

It felt like a fever dream, I was back where I belonged. In between Randy’s legs, his throbbing cock down my throat with him telling me how much of a good boy I’ve been. My eyes snapped open as I heard his phone ringing. Randy let out an annoying sigh, picking up the newest model iPhone he had. “I have to take this.” He said after looking at the caller ID. With that he pushed me off, letting his hard cock slide out of my mouth. “Hey baby.” He answered.

“Hey baby?” I said back in a softer tone with confusion laced in. I sat back on my knees as I watched Randy talk to the woman he’s been cheating on with a smile on his lips.

“Yeah, you watch the match? Oh you like me in those colors?” He purred, his hand wrapping around his cock that I made hard. I furrowed my eyebrows as he blew me off to talk to her and Randy soon noticed. “Uh, listen baby. I’m in the middle of something. I’ll let you go. I love you.” He then hung up.

“I love you?” I repeated what he said. “You have never said ‘I love you’ to that woman since we’ve started this.” My blood started to boil.

“Simon, look she’s still my wife.”

“That you cheat on.” I spat back.

“I still have to show I have feelings for her.” Randy furrowed his eyebrows.

“I have feelings for you, Randy!” I yelled. “Me! I love you, I’m the one spending time with you, not her! I’m the one letting you fuck me whenever you need it! I don’t see her pleasing you!” Tears started to swell up in the corner of my eyes.

“You love me?” Randy arched his eyebrow. “Simon,” Randy scoffed. “I’m a married man, this was more so experimenting.” He confessed. “You really thought I had feelings for you?” He cracked a smile as I stayed silent only to follow up with a laugh.

Standing up, I hovered over Randy as he was still seated on the sofa, cackling. Balling up my fist, I pulled it back and threw it towards him, connecting to his cheek bone. The tattooed male hissed in pain. “Ouch, Simon! What the fuck!” Randy held his cheek as it already started to swell from the harsh force.

“Fuck you, Randy!” Tears finally spilled down my cheeks. Gathering my things, I grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder.

Summerslam was finally upon us. The biggest night for the wrestling company during the summer. “Are you going to talk to me?” A male’s voice asked behind me as I wrapped tape around my wrist.

“I have nothing to say to you.” I kept focusing on the white tape, wrapping it around and around again until there wasn’t any left on the roll.

“Look, Simon.” Randy began but the music for us hit.

“See you out there.” I stepped behind the curtain. As I appeared at the top of the ramp I looked over the sea of people that cheered loudly as I started to walk towards the ring. My heart hammered in my chest as I tried to steady my legs that felt like jelly. Getting inside the ring, I nodded towards the ref and made my way to our side of the corner. Hearing Randy’s theme I looked up towards the entrance. Seeing him walk out confidently taking long strides made me break out in goosebumps. Why did this man have to be so good looking? I shook my head, remembering that I was still mad at him.

The first ten minutes of the match was already feeling like Hell for me. My body ached, my head was split open to where blood was dripping down my face. Whenever we took a small break, all of us laying on the ground after a large spot, Randy would try to see if I was okay. “I’m fine!” I hissed, which made me quickly get up to start the next spot with Aj.

As I breathed heavily, my stomach hurt with each inhale I took. Being in the middle of the ring, I crawled towards Randy who had his hand stretched out trying to tag himself in. “Come on baby, come on!” Randy chanted.

Omos quickly ran from his corner all the way towards Randy, kicking him in the face. “Randy!” I yelled as he fell from the ring side and a loud thud as he collided with the floor.

Slowly standing up I looked over at the ref who was checking on Randy. Seeing Omos laughing at me I kicked him in between his legs, knowing he would be too big for me to go one on one with. Omos cried out in pain as he cupped himself through his pants. Hearing Aj behind me, I snapped my head in his direction and gave him an RKO. The ref looked inside the ring to see what all the commotion was and quickly left Randy to slide in as he counted. As the bell rang, I immediately rolled out of the ring, not caring about raising my hand in victory or the titles. Rushing to Randy who was still laying on the outside of the ring.

“Randy, Randy. Are you okay?” I looked over his face to see if there was any boot print but there was nothing.

Randy smirked looking up at my worried face. “You care about me.” He teased me. “Did you finish him with a RKO?” He laughed lightly.

Scoffing, I helped him up to his feet. “You scared me.”

“Me scare you? Look at you. Your face is covered in blood.” He frowned.

Blinking, I brought my hand to my face, wiping away the red liquid that now coats my hand. “It appears so.”

“Come on, let’s get you backstage.” Randy held me close just in case I lost consciousness from the blood loss. “Oh wait. One more thing.” He looked back at the ring and grabbed our red and silver tag team titles. “Now we can go backstage.” As Randy helped me walk up the ramp I waved to my friends and family members that were sitting in the front row.

“Way to go Simon!” I heard them cheer. A small smile formed on my lips with a blush of embarrassment as we kept moving.

“Friends seem nice.” Randy pointed out.

I squinted as the trainer flashed a light in my eye. “You have a concussion.” He said as he took off his gloves. “Just make sure you don’t sleep for a few hours, get something to eat. Occupy yourself so you won’t fall asleep. Keep those stitches clean too.” He said tossing his gloves into the trash that was piled up with bloody gauzes from when they cleaned up my busted head.

“Thanks.” I mumbled, now feeling the aftermath of the stitches. My head was starting to pound and the bright lights weren’t helping my eyes. Standing up Randy was already by my side, matter of fact he didn’t leave the room when I received my stitches.

“I was thinking we can go out and eat to celebrate?” He suggested as we both walked out of the trainer’s room and down the hall to our locker room.

“No.” I said, pushing past the door into our locker room, I went straight to my bag and started to unlace my boots.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” Randy frowned. “Simon, come on. I said I was sorry, we’re a tag team now with the gold.”

“I mean no, as in no.” I straightened up and furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at him. “I have friends and family here supporting me tonight, I’m celebrating with them.”

“Simon, please.” Randy’s voice sounded sincere. “That night, the way I acted towards you was uncalled for.”

“Yeah, you think?” I huffed as I kicked off one boot and started with the other. “You hurt my feelings, Randy. I love you- I loved you.” I corrected myself.

“And I love you!” Randy shouted, making it echo off the white locker room walls and into my ears. There was a pause, swallowing. I finally turned around, looking at him.

“You love me?” I repeated, not too sure if I heard him correctly.

“Jesus, Simon of course I love you.” Randy said a bit softer this time. “Rachel, that woman, I don’t like who I’ve become when I’m with her.” Randy confessed. “My time with you, nearly two years of us and just us. This has been the most fun I’ve had and people like me now because you’ve made me into a better person.”

“Would explain your mood swings.” I mumbled, recalling a few times Randy had picked up his rudeness again.

“She’s not the one I want to be with.” Randy stepped forward, grabbing my hand into his larger ones. “I want to be with you, Simon. It’s always been you.” His blue eyes were becoming red and puffy with the lack of sleep and tears now forming in his eyes.

“You swear?” I whispered, this couldn’t be real. Was this some sort of trick?

“I swear to you. I can barely sleep when you’re not by my side.” The tip of his finger traced over my palm.

“Oh Randy.” I sighed out, throwing myself against him, I wrapped my arms around his neck where he wrapped around my waist, holding me tight. “I love you so much, Randy.” I mumbled against the crook of his neck, nuzzling deeper.

“I love you too.” Randy sighed happily, his fingers lazily trailing along my hips. “How about we celebrate the proper way?” He purred, his fingers dipping into the hem of my pants.

“You mean it?” My eyes shined as I looked up at him, it’s been awhile since he’s fully focused on me and only me.

“Yeah, I mean it.” He hummed, pushing my pants down. I kicked off my last boot to the side and helped him get the sticky pants off me. “Look at you, you’re already hard.” Randy chuckled as he grabbed onto my cock and gave it a squeeze. A half breath left my throat as I swallowed my moans. “Nuh- huh. I want to hear you, I crave to hear you.” Randy slowly started to stroke my cock.

“Please, Randy faster.” I begged as I buckled my hips against his touch.

“Such a sweet boy, always begging.” Randy applied a tighter grip as he started to pump my cock faster. As my legs wobbled, I leaned forward, resting my forehead against Randy’s shoulder. “Easy.” He laughed at how I became limp from his touch. Randy pulled his hand away from my cock making me whimper. “Shh, sit down.” Randy ordered.

Sitting my bare ass on the cool wooden bench, Randy knelt down in front of me, eyeing my throbbing erection and heavy balls. “Randy, please.” I squirmed in my seat as I waited for him to touch me.

“Such a needy thing.” Randy chuckled, as he grabbed my ankles and placed them over his shoulders, exposing me. “Hold on to something.” Randy planted his hands on my waist as he dipped his head in between my legs, he licked softly against my hole. A shuttering moan escaped my lips from the feeling of his wet tongue teasing me.

“Oh, Randy.” I arched my back, pushing my waist against his face as one of his hands left my waist and spread my cheeks to get a better taste. His tongue lapped small circles around my muscle. Grabbing the back of his head, I pushed him further in between my cheeks. “Randy, please. Fuck me with your tongue.”

A low growl rumbled through Randy’s chest as he dipped the tip of his tongue inside of me, swirling it around inch by inch he forced his tongue a little further. Slurping sounds from the way Randy flicked his tongue made me even harder than before. Feeling Randy’s hot mouth pull away from me, I cursed under my breath only to suck in another, feeling the warm tip of his finger pressing against my hole. “Yes, yes please.” Pushing my hips towards Randy, I tried to get his finger inside of me and skip the teasing but he paused when his phone started to ring.

We both looked where his phone was, resting on top of his duffle bag, the photo of Rachel flashed on his screen, making me frown. Randy looked back at me only to look back at his phone and reach for it. Sitting up, I was about to get up and start packing only to my surprise Randy clicked the decline button, making the ringtone stop and forcing her to voicemail. “I’m all yours tonight, baby.” Randy smiled. “I want my cock buried in your sweet ass.”

Randy pushed my upper half down onto the bench, forcing me to lay down again. Pushing his trunks down, he stepped out of them and threw one leg over the bench to where the bench was now in between his legs. Randy scooted me closer to him where his large cock rested against my hole. “Fuck, you look so hot.” Randy grabbed his cock and started to stroke it. “My champion.” He purred.

“Wait Randy.” My eyes looked over at the unlock door. My family and friends were somewhere backstage looking for me. “My friends they’re expecting me- oh fuck Randy!” I cried out as Randy pushed his large mushroom tip into my tight ring.

“Yeah, you want your friends to walk in and find you so stuffed with my cock?” He chuckled, pushing his cock deeper into me. “You better stay quiet or else.” Randy demanded as he pulled his hips back only to slam back into me. My jaw dropped at the intimate feeling we shared. It’s been so long since Randy has been inside of me that it nearly makes me want to come. “Show your friends how much of a cock slut you really are.”

My bottom lip was pinned in between my teeth, biting down harshly so my screams wouldn’t escape. Randy’s thrusts became short and hard with each movement. “Fuck I miss you, I missed this tight ass.” Randy’s fingers dug into the flesh of my ass as his cock pounded faster into me. My body jolted forward slightly with each thrust, the wood nipping at my back from the fast friction being created. My stiff cock jumped with each movement Randy did.

Wrapping my hand around my cock, I started to stroke it. “Good boy, such a good boy. Play with your cock, you deserve it baby.” Randy praised as he grabbed my legs, tossing them over his shoulders, he tilted his head, kissing my calf.

“I’m so close.” I moaned, arching my back as I pumped my cock faster, squeezing it tighter. My stomach clenched as my balls ached, growing closer to my orgasm.

“Come for me baby, don’t hold back. Come for daddy.” Randy’s hips snapped forward in quick movements, not missing a beat. “Come for me baby boy.” Randy encouraged me as his cock swelled inside of me. “I’m right behind you.” His voice gravely with every word.

Fluttering my eyes shut, I squeezed the tip of my cock and jerked downward, coming back up I squeezed the tip once more and fucked my hips into the tight grip. Stars exploded behind my eyes as I climaxed all over my chest and hand. “Oh god, fuck.” I cried out loudly.

Randy’s thrusts never stopped as he watched himself disappear and reappear with each movement. “So hot.” He mumbled to himself. The sight of Randy fucking into me must have done it for him because with a harsh snap of his hips, he was deeply inside of me, emptying his spunk. “Fuck, you feel so good.” He moaned. “I can feel your walls spazzing around my cock.” His legs shook as he rode out his high. “Fuck, oh my god.” He gasped for air as he slowly slipped out of me. His creamy ooz pouring out of my fucked hole.

“I need a fucking shower.” I panted as my body went limp on the hard uncomfortable surface of the small bench.

“Well, let me clean you up.” Randy hummed, kneeling down once again he wrapped his lips around my sticky come covered cock, cleaning me.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck.” I breathed out, trying to push Randy off of my over sensitive cock. “Randy, fuck my cock.” I whined as he swirled his tongue over my twitching tip. He nearly started to make me hard again if it wasn’t for the loud slam of the door opening making myself and Randy jump.

“R- Randy?” A female voice spoke.

I swallowed hard to see Randy’s wife standing in the doorway, wearing his shirt in support of him during this big night.

“Fuck.” Randy whispered as he quickly grabbed the nearest thing to cover him which was his ring gear. “Rachel, wait listen to me.” He got in front of me to shield my naked body.

“God! I can’t even look at you!” Tears appeared in her eyes as she left the doorway and down the hall.

“Randy?” I whispered to see him frozen in his spot. “Lets get cleaned up, come on Randy.” I said, going towards the door I shut it and locked it so no one else could come stumbling in. “Come on baby, let’s shower.”

All these times Randy took care of me, now it was my job to take care of him.

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