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legacy! Randy orton propose to y/n hcs?
Kinda just turned into Randy Orton in general, my bad <3
Legacy! Randy Orton proposing
Randy knew he wanted to propose within the first few months of the relationship. But he wasn’t ready until a few years in.
It takes him nearly five months of just looking for a ring before he finds the perfect one. Then he has to sneakily get your ring size.
Good news is he overhears you talking about it with a friend when you wanted to buy a ring for yourself.
He doesn’t know how to go about it, though. He wouldn’t do it at work, but he doesn’t just want to do it at home. He wants to make his proposal special and memorable.
So he does it when you two get stuck in an elevator on vacation.
You frantically pushed the emergency call button when you felt the elevator stop but the doors not open. Randy is watching you panic, not sure how to help.
He puts a hand on your shoulder and backs you away from the buttons. “Pressing it a bunch isn’t going to make help get here faster.” He’s trying to sooth your worries but he just came off as an asshole.
“I’m sorry, but you know this is one of my biggest fears!” You shout. It’s hot, muggy, and miserable in the elevator. Your suitcase was on the ground and you slid down the wall of the elevator to sit next to it.
Randy saw you bury your face in your arms and he was worried you would start crying. He quickly rummaged through his suitcase and found the little box he had been hiding from you for some time.
He was originally planning to propose on the beach. However, he was panicking almost as much as you were. Randy held the box and kneeled in front of you. “Honey, look at me.” He says softly.
When you look up, he opens the box, revealing a stunning ring. Your jaw dropped. “Will you marry me?”
You lunged at Randy, wrapping him in a hug. “Yes!” You cried out. Tears were starting to fall from your eyes. Randy laughed and helped slip the ring onto your finger. He held you while waiting for help to fix the elevator.
“You’re ridiculous, you know that?”
“What? You said yes!”
“You proposed to me in a broken elevator!”
“Maybe it’ll help you lose that fear—”
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Hi there, just wanted to say i love your aesthetic and I was wondering if you can do being a wife to the viper Randy orton<3 thnx u
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“Are you sure you can fight?” Y/n asks Randy nervously, watching him as he prepares to make a pop.
Randy was finally back in the wwe due to being out because of a back injury that the bloodline had cause. The doctor had finally cleared him and when y/n found out about the news of him going back to work, she couldn’t help but worry. A lot.
“The more you worry, the more gray hairs you’re gonna get.” Randy jokes with a smirk, “Already growing one right here.” Randy holds up a piece of her hair, making her slap his arm lightly.
“Not funny a hole.” Y/n rolls her eyes with a smile, “I’m serious though, what if you damage your back even more? Shits serious.” Y/n frowns, tracing Randy’s sleeve tattoo.
Randy sighs and cups her face in his hand, “You don’t gotta worry about me, baby. I’ve taken the time to heal and I’m better, I’ll be good.” Randy reassures her, giving her forehead a kiss.
“I don’t trust that…” Y/n shakes her head.
“What’s it gonna take for you to believe me? Hm?” Randy questions with a raised eyebrow.
Y/n tilts her head before throwing her arms around his neck, “You better win the god dam match.” She gives him a kiss before scurrying off to go out and in the crowd.
•••
He did in fact won the god dam match.
Y/n felt like she was the loudest when Cody pinned Damian down and took the win for the group. She let out a whoop as she claps with a big smile on her face as she watches the group celebrate their win but all comes short when the theme song of CM Punk rings out and Seth loses his shit.
Y/n wasn’t too bothered about that as she focused on her husband who followed Seth out of the cage and instead of following him, he had a quick convo with Jey before rushing over to Y/n with a smile.
“See? Ain’t got nothing to worry about.” He gives her a smirk, “In great shape.”
Y/n gives him an amused smile before shaking her head, “Mhm, you did good I guess.” She shrugged.
“Good?” Randy scoffs and grabs her, lifting her out of the crowd and holding her close to him, “Just good?”
Y/n laughs and gives him a kiss, “You did amazing.” She nods, “Just take it easy please.” She pleads.
“Whatever you say.” Randy gives her a kiss before setting her down, “Now let’s get outta here.”
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Face sitting hcs with Randy Orton please?
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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 WWE MASTERLIST」 | 「 RANDY ORTON MASTERLIST 」
「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」
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「 SUMMARY 」 — face sitting headcannons w/ randy
「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], face sitting, oral sex [ female recieving ], female orgasm, squirting
「 WORD COUNT 」 — 264
「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x randy orton
「 GENRE 」 — smut
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he may come off as a selfish bastard most of the time
but when it comes to your pleasure, oh boy is he a gentleman
he will pull you atop his chest, practically begging you to sit on his face
despite your protests that you’d suffocate him
all the better he thought, what a wonderful way to go out, trapped between the luscious thighs of the woman he desired most
tongue hunrily lapping up your juices like a man starved
he’s greedy in the sense
not letting up until you’ve cum thrice on his tongue
sucking and nipping at your swollen clit
calloused hands holding down your lips as his tongue explores every deep cervice of your gorgeous cunt
his words muffled against your fold
tongue soaked with your slick as he devours you
the more sensitive you grow the more languid his movements become
not trying to overstimulate you, edging you so he taste you a few more time over
will shower you with praise, despite his words being mumbles into the cacophonous void of your cunt, drowning him out as your hips buck and writhe against him
he gets off on the though of you squirting all over his face
so much so he begins to pump his cock the moment your cunt made contact with his tongue
and when you do eventually spill over, he cant help but cum, white hot ropes coating his knuckles
he’ll plant soft kisses to your inner thighs after, allowing you to cum down from your high momontarily before stuffing his fat cock deep inside you
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ೃ༄ CONSCIENCES EDGE (randy orton x fem!reader, ft. edge)
ೃ༄ PAIRING: randy orton x fem! reader, brief edge x fem!reader (just flirting)
ೃ༄ REQUESTED BY: anon
hi! can i request randy orton x fem!reader when they are dating and in a tag team match but against each other. and randy’s opponent keeps flirting with (y/n) in front of him to gets him mad. please :)
ೃ༄ WARNINGS: possessive!randy, slightly suggestive, edge being a taunt
ೃ༄ WORD COUNT: 1.4k
ೃ༄ NOTE: anon i really hope this is at least somewhat what you wanted because i had SO much fun with this request eek (as you can tell by how fast i wrote it). pls excuse the self indulgence that is: me adding adam as y/n’s partner but truthfully i would love to be in a sandwich between randy and adam so it just felt right (title pun is 110% intended)
the wwe universe knew two things for certain about randy orton:
1. he was an absolute monster in the ring.
2. he adored you.
when the two of you first debuted your relationship, he made the latter very clear, never missing an opportunity to have his hands on you — whether this be on your waist, his fingers in yours, or the possessive hold when he stood with his fingers dancing over your ass. randy orton did not share his women, and you were no exception.
so when the storyline called for you to turn on him, the wwe universe went up in flames. whilst some were undoubtedly unsure on how said story would unfold, most were exhilarated by how you came out night after night to sabotage the man you once loved front stage and centre. you were one of the greatest heels most fans had seen, and despite your villainous position, they loved you all the more for it.
of course, they never knew what went on backstage. how after you taunted the man in the ring, you’d fall straight back into his arms in a hotel bed that you wouldn’t leave until the morning.
it was when the story called for teaming up that people really lost their minds. a series of backstage segments that followed randy as he sought out someone to finally take you down. he settled on none other than than trish stratus in all of her powerful glory — your current competitor for the title, and that was when all hell broke loose. in a title match against trish, just as you began readying up for your finisher, randy ran in to prevent trish from losing her title, and solidifying themselves as the team which you would go up against.
then it was your turn to shine, a setup for how you’d end up here. trish and randy had promised a battle, and you were going to give them one in what the crowd believed would be a handicap match. you, and the writers, had other plans.
all three of you had taken the stage, ready to fight it out for the greatest prize of all, bragging rights, when the lights went dark once more. a known, and feared you think you know me? echoing through the dark arena. the crowd could clearly see randy’s face, the expression of shock as his former tag team partner turned enemy entered the arena and came to stand by your side — then the stage was set.
unbeknownst to your competitors, you and edge had an agreement. you’d follow the choreography, stick to the plan, except it was always fun to rile your out of ring boyfriend up, and who better to take the lead than the rated r superstar himself?
as the match started, you and trish taking first turn, you wasted no time in flooring trish, watching as she sold it to the crowd whilst you waltzed back to where edge stood at ring side. he didn’t touch you to avoid tagging himself in, but his intent was evident as he leant over the top rope, swiping his tongue along his bottom lip.
“i’d let you do that to me any day, sweetheart.”
from the other side of the ring, over the roar of the crowd you could hear the faint growl of your boyfriend, followed by movement as he stalked closer to observe the interaction.
trish recovered quickly, and the two of you returned to going back and forth for several minutes until she unleashed her cat fight move on you, and it was your turn to sell. if you glanced behind you from where you lay on the floor, you could see the watchful eyes of randy darting between your pained position on the floor, and your tag partner who was positioned in a crouch, undoubtedly showing randy he was staring at your ass.
when you dragged yourself to the side, eye to eye with a curled over edge, you were hyper aware of how randy watched intensely.
edge grinned, a knowing look in his eye as he made sure randy heard every word. “you look good when you’re all worked up.”
you smirked, unable to hide your own amusement at the snarl you heard from your right, before outstretching your hand to allow edge to tag himself in.
carefully, you rolled under the bottom rope, trish doing the same. but before your feet had even landed on the floor, randy had dragged edge into the ring and delivered a harder than necessary back elbow to the man’s chest. you winced for the sake of the show, but couldn’t deny the way your heart swelled seeing your boyfriend so agitated over you.
once again; randy orton did not share his women, and this was no different.
the two men put on a good show, wrestling back and forth with a series of high rope moves from both that most wrestlers wouldn’t dare perform. as scripted, edge managed to get randy with a spear before the latter kicked out of an undeniably dirty pin, but it just gave the man the perfect opportunity.
he tagged you in slyly, reaching for your hand but instead making sure he bypassed at the last second and made the contact via running his hand down the side of your waist and to your ass. the crowd roared as you and trish took your places again, but the look on randy’s face as he was pushed out of the ring by his own partner was immortalised in your brain forever.
it was a look that said everything: you’re mine.
when the battle began again, you were hyper aware of the weakened shouts from an (acting) injured edge, showering you with compliments that had you pretending to preen until suddenly they all stopped. you glanced to your side to see the cause of the silence, being greeted by the unplanned side of randy having edge pressed against the ropes, hands on the man’s shoulders until edge was forced to flip back into the ring.
the commotion was enough to distract you so that trish could execute a clothes line, knocking you to the ground as she tagged randy back in to continue whatever shallow beat out he was doing on your partner.
edge was well and truly down by now, and you made your attempt to exit the ring and let him fend for himself when a firm hand wrapped around your wrist.
instead of being met by your partners tag, you were pulled into the strong chest of randy himself, the man wasting no time before crashing your lips together. unplanned, but welcomed, you couldn’t help but kiss back just as forcefully, not caring that the cameras were catching every moment of the heated make out session right in the middle of the ring.
one of randy’s hands slipped down to exactly where edge’s had been, giving your ass a firm squeeze to elicit a gasp that let him deepen the kiss. it was filthy, and borderline offensive to the tv rules, but when randy pulled back and you saw the fire in his eyes, you were about ready to jump him right there.
one last bite to your shoulder and randy was moving again, stalking towards where edge lay writhing near the corner of the ring. he moved him just enough to pin him without a rope break, and when edge was unable to kick out, randy and trish solidified their dinner status. but, instead of moving to celebrate with his partner, randy walked straight back to your side.
his lips were back on yours again, this time pulling your teeth between his bottom lip in a show that would surely have you pulled into the office post match. you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not as one of his hands gripped at your waist, the other holding your head by the back of the neck so you couldn’t escape the kiss even if you wanted to.
not that you wanted to.
when he finally broke away, eyes ablaze as the crowd lost their minds, you could see the redness in his face from the possessiveness.
he looked like he wanted to eat you alive, and you welcomed every thought of it.
“you’re mine.” he punctuated his words with a kiss to the side of your mouth, open mouthed and dirty as could be. “only mine.”
“i know.” you whispered, enjoying the sensation of randy’s lips travelling down your neck. he didn’t care for rules in that moment as he latched his lips to the crook of your neck, a gasp leaving your own mouth before you could stop it. you raised a weak hand to the back of his neck as your knees buckled under the very public attention “only yours.”
3. above every woman in the world, randy orton had never, and would never share you.
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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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enemies to lovers (kinda) - 2000s randy orton x fem! reader
author's note: hiiii! 2000s randy orton has my soul, he is so fine and for what??
You've seen Randy walk around backstage, nose high up in the air, a smug smile on his face. You weren't one to judge people without talking to them first, but from the way Randy carries himself, thinking he's the greatest thing since sliced bread, it made you hate his guts.
One day, as you're preparing for your own match, you catch a glimpse of Randy leaning against a locker, chatting with Rhodes and DiBiase Jr., his personal Tweedledee and Tweedledum. His eyes lock onto yours for a moment, and that familiar arrogance glints in his gaze. You can't help but roll your eyes and continue lacing up your boots. His smirk makes your blood boil. And the fact that you can’t seem to read his intentions makes it even worse.
He’s used to getting his way with a threat of a fist to a face, but when he tried to size you up and you were less than impressed, he was caught off guard and confused. And from that moment onward, Randy made it his mission to get a reaction from you that isn’t a snide remark, a sneer, or you just flat out ignoring him.
He tried pouring tanning oil in your bag, hiding your gear, and locking you in the broom closet. But your nonchalance only made Randy go further into his temper tantrum. His words don’t do much damage either.
“If you put that much lipstick on you, your lips might fall off.”
“I think it’s best if I don’t get makeup advice from a guy whose face tan doesn’t match his legs.”
Cody and Ted noticed it, and they weren’t much help to Randy’s case. They would tease him about his apparent obsession with you, and the more they prodded, the more vehemently he denied it.
"It's like you're obsessed with her or something," Cody teased one day in the locker room.
"I am not!" Randy retorted defensively.
"You think she’s pretty, don’t you?" Ted chimed in with a sly grin.
"She is NOT pretty," Randy insisted, though his quick dismissal seemed less convincing each time.
OKAY. Maybe Randy did catch himself looking at you for a second too long, noticing if you were uncomfortable by how you furrow your brows, or how good you looked in blue. But that’s beside the point! You hated his guts, he hated yours. End of story.
That’s what he would usually tell himself. But one fateful night made him question his apparent hate towards you. You were just getting ready for your match against Lita when, waiting at the gorilla, Randy walked up to you.
"You're gonna hurt yourself without these," he says, offering you a roll of wrist tape.
You raise an eyebrow, surprised by the gesture. "What's the catch?"
"No catch," he replies, a hint of sincerity in his voice. "Just don't want you falling apart out there."
You take the tape, a bit skeptical, but appreciative nonetheless. As you start wrapping your wrists, he lingers, watching you carefully.
"There. Now you won't completely embarrass yourself," he teases.
You shoot him a playful glare, surprised at the unexpected act of kindness. As he walks away, you catch him glancing back at you, a genuine smile on his lips.
Randy continued his torments afterwards, acting like nothing happened, but his words and pranks were less intense this time around. One Tuesday afternoon, Vince called you to tell you that Randy chose you to be his partner for a mixed tag match against Masters and Torrie. That was weird. Why would Randy pick you? Knowing full well that you hate him just as much as he hates you? Suspicious. You’re put on edge for the entire week until the night of the match.
Despite Randy being a hard-ass backstage, he was a far better person to work with in the ring. The match went on as planned. Low blows, eye scratches, the whole shebang. But when Randy and Masters were squabbling at each other, you notice a steel chair on the spot where Randy was supposed to take a DDT. You scramble your way to the ring, making sure to be as discreet as possible. It went unnoticed for the most part, but Randy caught wind of what you were doing. After the match, Randy called to you just before you went in your rented car and left the parking lot. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"You know," he started, "I never thought I'd say this, but you're not as terrible as I thought."
You snort, your brow raised, “Wow. That’s high praise coming from you.”
He chuckled, a sound that you haven’t heard before. "I mean it. Thanks for the save back there.”
“It’s no problem. Can’t have the legend killer killed now, would we?”
Randy leaned on the hood of your car, “Listen. Are you free tomorrow?” His voice went softer after each word he spoke.
“Yeah, why? Wanna ask me out on a date or something?” You joked, waiting for his scoff. But it never came. You turn your head and meet his eyes. Randy was blushing. The sight made you want to rub your eyes to see if it’s actually real. And it is undoubtedly so.
A blush of your own makes its way to your cheeks. You decided to put Randy out of his misery, “Pick me up at 7.”
You don’t give Randy the chance to react. You lean forward to kiss him on the cheek before driving off and leaving Randy in the parking lot with a dopey smile on his face.
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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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Daddy's Home!!!!!!
Summary: Things are looking bleak for the reader when she's facing The Bloodline alone. Luckily for her, a certain someone is about to make a comeback. And he's looking for allies against The Bloodline.
Another week on Raw and another week struggling to keep afloat with The Bloodline constantly trying to force you into their group.
"Bayley wait! Come on, don't leave me out here!" You plead with your opponent who's just pulled a win from out under you.
"Sorry, Y/N." Bayley shrugs as she passes you. "But I'm not getting involved in this." She purses her lips into a line and walks off.
You pull yourself off the mat, body shaking from being overexerted in your match. You huff out quick breaths and struggle to your feet, knowing that Jimmy and Solo will soon show up.
Sure enough, Jimmy's music hits and he descends the ramp with Solo at his side. You make it to your feet but have to force yourself to stop and catch your breath.
"Y/N! Tough loss, baby." Jimmy hops onto the apron cooing at you. "See, this is why you need us! We can make sure you ain't ever lose again." He insists as he passes through the ropes.
"How many times do I have to tell you no?" You growl, still leaning on the ring ropes for support.
Jimmy makes his way across the ring toward you while Solo comes around to stand on the floor below you. You're trapped once again.
"Simple, shorty. Until you decide to join us, we always gonna be here for you." Jimmy explains with a grin. "It's up to you how long this goes on for."
You groan and prepare for another tiring 10-minute argument. Your body aches from your match with Bayley and finally giving in crosses your mind for a split second. Working for Roman can't be that bad right?
Just when you're about to maybe give in and agree to Roman's terms, Randy Orton's music blasts through the arena speakers. You knew that Orton made a comeback over the weekend. But why the in hell he's out here now, you don't know.
Jimmy turns around sharply as Randy makes a B-line for the ring. Randy disposes of Jimmy with ease and sends him packing. Solo retreats for the moment and joins Jimmy at the top of the ramp.
"Hey, you alright?" Randy walks over to you once Jimmy and Solo are gone.
"Yeah, thanks." You nod, slowly regaining your strength. "Sorry, do you mind parting the ring ropes for me? My knees are killing me." You ask sheepishly.
Randy nods and parts the ring ropes for you. You carefully slip through them and head down the stairs and up the ramp. Randy hops down from the apron and walks backstage with you.
"So, what are Jimmy and Solo so interested in you for?" Randy casually asks as you walk with him. "Old boyfriend or something?"
"No, nothing like that." You sneer at the idea. "Roman wants someone female to join his idiotic little group. And apparently, I'm his prime candidate." You explain.
Randy nods and directs you over to where a couple of trainers are waiting to check you out. "Right. And I'm assuming that you don't want anything to do with them?" He asks you.
"Not in the slightest." You shake your head. "Why?" You turn to him curiously.
Randy shrugs and steps back a bit so the trainers can get to your side. "We can talk more about it later. You should go ahead and get looked at." He gestures to the trainers. "How about we meet up after the show?" He suggests.
"Yeah, okay." You nod. "I'll meet up with you backstage later."
Randy nods and walks off so you are alone with the trainers. They look you over and determine that you tweaked your knee during your match with Bayley. But other than that and some general fatigue, you're in perfect health. You head back to your locker room for a quick rinse and change.
When you get back to your locker room Shotzi is there waiting for you.
"Hey, Shotzi." You greet your odd friend as you come through the door.
"Y/N! I am so sorry I didn't come out to help you!" Shotzi jumps up and attacks you in a hug. "I was in a photoshoot and didn't find out until like 5 minutes ago." She explains.
You smile and hug her back tightly before pushing her off you. "It's alright, Shotzi." You assure her. "I actually got some help from someone else." A small grin plays on your face.
"I know!" Shotzi squeals. "Randy Orton helping you out with Jimmy and Solo? What was that all about?" She teases you.
"I have no clue." You shrug. "But he asked to meet up with me after the show." You add. "Which is why I so need to shower."
Shotzi's mouth hangs open as she's being her usual over-the-top self. "Oh my gosh! Y/N, girl. What is with you and attracting all the dllfs around here?" She asks you. "I mean, Roman? Then I so saw LA Knight checking you out at the airport earlier today. And now, Randy Orton?"
"I have no idea." You shrug. "Maybe I'm just that irresistible." You joke with a laugh before disappearing to shower.
You have a quick shower and find Shotzi gone when you come back out to the locker room. Assuming that she had something else to do and you'll see her again at the hotel later, you get changed and head out.
You barely make it to the backstage area when you spot Randy hanging out waiting for you. Slinging your back over your shoulder, you make your way over to him.
"Hey, Randy." You wave to Orton nervously.
"Y/N, hey. Thanks for meeting me." Randy waves back at you. "How are you? Everything goes alright with the trainers?" He asks you.
You nod and blush over the fact that Orton is taking an interest in your well-being. "Yeah, just a tweaked knee is all." You assure him. "So, what did you want to talk about?" You ask him.
"It's about The Bloodline." Randy briefly explains. "I'm sure you probably know that it was them who put me out for so long?" He asks you.
"Yeah, I remember." You nod. "It was brutal, man."
Randy's jaw twitches at the memory and he nods. "Well, I'm back now. And It's time that I took some revenge." He explains in a stern tone. "And I'd like your help. If you're willing." He adds.
"You want my help?" You point to yourself in surprise. "Why me?" You can't help but ask.
Randy shrugs again, his gaze falling on you rather than darting randomly around the room like it has been. "You've already got a problem with them." He reminds you. "Plus I've seen you in the ring before. You're one hell of a competitor. Which is probably why Roman is so adamant about recruiting you." He adds.
"Thanks." You bite the inside of your lip.
"I'm going to need backup if I'm going to do this," Randy explains further. "And you seemed like the best choice. So, what do you think, Y/N? You in?" He asks you.
You remain silent for a moment and mull over your options. You can almost hear Shotzi screaming at you to take the offer. And frankly, you'd be delusional to turn it down.
"Yeah, I'm in." You take a deep breath for giving Randy an answer.
Randy nods and retrieves his phone from his pocket. You watch him unlock it before handing it to you. "Great. Put your number in there and we'll talk more later." He explains. "Right now I've got some work stuff to do. But we'll catch up soon, alright?"
"Yeah, alright." You nod and put your number into Randy's phone.
Randy takes his phone back and walks off. You remain in place and try to process everything that's just happened to you. One thing you do know for sure though. Shotzi is going to FREAK when you tell her.
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True Love
Title: True Love
Pairing: Randy Orton x Reader
Word Count: 767
Randy cackled as he watched a couple of his friends get into a shoving match. Everybody was stuck in some small town because of road work, so Y/n was forced to spend the night in the hotel bar with everybody else. Her roommate for the night had brought someone up to the room and had demanded complete privacy. That meant, Y/n was stuck there until her roommate came down for the night, if she did.
The clock was nearing midnight, and there were no signs that she would come down anytime soon. Y/n didn't want to sleep in the lobby, but it was looking that way. She doubted that Randy would be willing to let her crash with him for the night. He hadn't been in a very giving mood since losing his title.
"You're up late." Y/n grimaced at the sound of a familiarly slurred voice next to her. "Get the sex boot too?"
"Yep," Y/n said as she avoided making eye contact. Randy would absolutely kill Wade if he caught him talking to Y/n. They had been friendly until Wade started hitting on Y/n, asking to rekindle their old relationship. Randy hadn't openly come out and admitted his feelings for Y/n, but he had gotten himself a pretty lengthy suspension for his behavior.
"You can stay in my room if you'd like," Wade offered. Y/n kept her head down as she picked at the label of her drink. "Come on baby, look at me."
"Maybe she would if you didn't look like a damn caveman," Randy said as he slid up next to Y/n. Wade scowled at him as the two men had a staredown over Y/n's head. "Are you tired baby? Come on, I'll take you back to my room. Cody and Ted are gonna be awhile."
"Night Wade," Y/n muttered as Randy pulled her away. Randy made a show of sticking his hand onto Y/n's ass as they walked away for Wade to see. "You're an asshole."
"I hope there's a but coming."
"But I love you," Y/n added. Randy beamed at her words, his guard obviously a bit down from the drinks. Y/n stepped into the elevator and waited for Randy to join her and press the button. "Are you coming?"
"Not yet, but thank you for offering." Randy was smiling like he had just said the funniest thing in the world. Y/n leaned back against the wall as she rolled her eyes at him. She didn't understand how he could go from being the most suave man she had ever met to that dork. It was only bound to get worse the more comfortable that they got around each other, but Y/n was looking forward to seeing the real Randy. She knew that so much of his personality was a facade that was just waiting for the right person to drop around. She knew that he could be the man of her dreams if he stopped trying to be cool for everybody else.
"Just get over here please," Y/n said. Randy hopped into the elevator and stared at the buttons expectantly. "I don't know what floor you're on."
"Oh right. Right." Randy pressed the button and then immediately started jumping up and down. Y/n knew what he was trying to do, but she doubted that he'd succeed in it. It was whenever he got his group of merry idiots to join in that she ever really got worried. Randy could be a little destructive on his own, but it was so much worse with Ted, Cody, and the others.
"I'm pretty tired. Will you carry me to the room?" Y/n asked. She had expected Randy to make some stupid quip, but instead he just scooped her into his arms. He carried her down the hall in his arms bridal style. Y/n's arms clung around his neck, opposite to the side where she had buried her face. Randy carried her all the way into the room and over to the bed, where he dumped her somewhat clumsily onto the mattress.
"I'm gonna hop in the shower. You don't have to be sexy when I get back, Ted took the last of the condoms." Randy had spoken so seriously that all Y/n could do until he was gone was nod. Once she was alone, she busted out laughing. Randy could be a lot of things, but at least he was smart enough not to press Y/n for anything without protection.
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Can you a Randy orton crush on y/n hcs pls?
Of course!! <3
Evolution! Randy Orton with a crush
He’s young, arrogant, and unhinged—everything people are worried about when they recognized the signs that Randy had a crush on you.
Every time he saw you he would flex his muscles, wink at you, or even try to give you a compliment. Most of the time, they came off as backhanded compliments (don’t worry, Batista would smack the back of his head after).
Batista is his biggest supporter. Triple H is just trying to help the man get laid and Ric Flair doesn’t even know what’s going on.
What people are not seeing is the way his heart beats faster when you look at him. Or how his palms get sweaty when you’re close to him. Or how he daydreams about taking you on a date.
What Randy doesn’t know, is that Batista knows.
Batista will try to get the two of you closer to each other. Mostly he’s going to give Randy ideas for genuine compliments.
When you actually smile at him when he gives you a proper compliment, he can’t help but smile too. If you compliment his smile, he’s probably going to freak out internally. All he can manage to say is “thanks” then run off.
It’s an endless game of Batista trying to get Randy to “man up” and ask you out but Randy saying he wants to “play hard to get” because “that’s what the ladies like.”
“Randy, there’s no ‘hard to get’ if she isn’t trying to get you in the first place.”
“What do you mean she’s not trying?! She complimented me!”
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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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~~~𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙1~~~
𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 CLOSED 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜
𝐃𝐍𝐈 𝐢𝐟… 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐚𝐞𝐥, 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐜, 𝐩𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.
🌧️angst ☀️fluff 🌦️angst&fluff
𝖂ᥕᥱ
𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗥𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗻𝘀
Welcome Back ☀️
🪬
𝗥𝗵𝗲𝗮 𝗥𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘆
Shortcake ☀️
Always loved 1 Always loved 2 Always Loved 3 🌦️
I’m here☀️
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𝗟𝗔 𝗞𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁
𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔
🪬
𝗖𝗺 𝗣𝘂𝗻𝗸
And your new ☀️
Surprise doll ☀️
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𝗗𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀𝘁
Buenas Días ☀️
Feels for you ☀️
Proud of you ☀️
Got your back ☀️ Cashing feelings ☀️
Giddiness ☀️
You’re my prize ☀️
En Tus Brazos☀️
Pinche Priest🌧️
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𝗖𝗼𝗱𝘆 𝗥𝗵𝗼𝗱𝗲𝘀
My Woman 🌧️☀️
Christmas Love☀️
🪬
𝗝𝗲𝘆 𝗨𝘀𝗼
Jealousy got the better☀️
I’m okay☀️
Savior☀️
Pendeja ☀️
Mío☀️
🪬
𝗦𝗵𝗮𝘆𝗻𝗮 𝗕𝗮𝘀𝘇𝗹𝗲𝗿
𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔
🪬
𝗥𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘆 𝗢𝗿𝘁𝗼𝗻
Worried ☀️
🪬
𝗦𝗮𝗺𝗶 𝗭𝗮𝘆𝗻
I’m okay☀️
Forgive me🌦️
Savior☀️
Pendeja ☀️
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𝗞𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗻 𝗢𝘄𝗲𝗻𝘀
Forgive me🌦️
Savior☀️
Pendeja ☀️
Listen to me☀️
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖁𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘
𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝗮𝗹𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗲
𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔
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𝗗𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗮𝗹𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗲
𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔
🪬
𝗡𝗶𝗸𝗹𝗮𝘂𝘀 𝗠𝗶𝗸𝗮𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗼𝗻
𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔
🪬
𝗘𝗹𝗶𝗷𝗮𝗵 𝗠𝗶𝗸𝗮𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗼𝗻
𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔
𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖛𝖊𝖑
𝗕𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗕𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀
𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔
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𝗦𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀
𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔
𝕬𝖛𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖗 1&2
𝗝𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗦𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆
𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔
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𝗡𝗲𝘁𝗲𝘆𝗮𝗺 𝗦𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆
𝒊𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔
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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.
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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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Imagine for me:
you were a member of Legacy(and regularly fucked Cody and Randy for years) but then Cody left, and even when he came back Randy got hurt. But now Randy’s back again, and to celebrate survivor series both men want to remember the good old times with you.
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Homecoming Delights
The familiar feeling of coming home after a long week on the road was a comforting one. I had spent the last seven days away from the WWE ring, and as much as I loved what I did, there was something special about returning to the comfort of my own home.
As I walked through the front door, I was greeted by the most incredible aroma. The scent of a home-cooked meal filled the air, and my curiosity got the best of me. YN YLN, my good friend and a fellow WWE Superstar, had been home with an injury, and I hadn't seen her in a while.
I followed the delicious scent to the kitchen, and there she was, busy at work, a look of concentration on her face. Pots and pans simmered on the stove, and ingredients were neatly arranged on the countertop. It was a sight to behold.
"YN," I said, my voice tinged with amazement. "What can't you do?"
She turned around, a bright smile spreading across her face as she saw me. "Hey, Randy. I thought you'd be hungry when you got back, so I decided to cook something special."
I couldn't help but chuckle as I took in the spread, she had prepared. "You're incredible, you know that?"
YN blushed, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. "Aw, thanks, Randy. I just love cooking, and it's a nice way to unwind."
I nodded in agreement, appreciating the effort she had put into making my return home so special. "Well, I'm lucky to have you as a friend, that's for sure."
As she continued to work her culinary magic, we chatted about our respective weeks. She updated me on her injury progress, and I filled her in on the latest happenings in the WWE. The easy camaraderie we had built over the years made our conversation flow effortlessly.
Before I knew it, YN had plated a delicious meal, and we sat down at the dining table to enjoy it together. The first bite was a revelation – her cooking was as amazing as I had imagined.
"This is incredible, YN," I said between bites. "You've got serious talent in the kitchen."
She grinned, her eyes sparkling with pride. "Thank you, Randy. It means a lot coming from you."
As we shared a meal and caught up on life outside the ring, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the friendship I had with YN. She was a talented chef, a fierce competitor, and an amazing friend – the kind of person who made coming home even more special.
As the evening wore on, I couldn't shake the feeling that sometimes, the best moments in life were the simplest ones – like sharing a meal with a dear friend who had a knack for making everything feel just right.
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Hello!
May I request an imagine please?
Randy Orton x Wife!Reader
She is a retired wrestler and she is watching her husband in the crowd at the Royal Rumble. The audience notices her and starts cheering for her!
Pairing: Randy Orton x Female!Reader
Warnings: 18+ Blog, Fluff, Fans getting excited
Commissions: Open!
Imagines: Open!
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Your heart pumped as you watched the men wrestle in the over populated ring. The grunts of the wrestlers were heard clear as day as you sat ring side, waiting for your favorite wrestler to come out.
As the clock ticked down to ten seconds once the double zeros hit the music started and you screamed to hear your husbands music. Watching Randy walk down the large ramp towards the ring, the camera man followed only to face towards you.
You smiled at the lenses only imagining that Michael Cole was giving you a shout out. 'And the Legend Killer's wife is here to support him, former wrestler Y/N Orton!"
You waved at the camera as the crowd roared even louder and longer. You couldn't help but to blush waving to the fans that were screaming.
"Sadly Y/N had to take a early retirement due to neck surgery but I'm sure we'll see her in time again." Michael Cole added.
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