#randy orton fanfiction

[eringobragh420]

🎉 = series 🎀 = parts of series 👑 = standalone/one-shot 🏹 = masterlist 🌹 = works in progress 💎 = divider love - @enchanthings

WIPs 🌹 Animal In Me Part Two — Roman x f!Reader x cuck!Cody 🌹 Untitled Sequel — Roman x f!Reader x Damian 🌹 WooHoo — Jey Uso x f!Reader 🌹 While One of Them is On The Phone — Damian x f!Reader (req) 🌹 Subservient — dom!Roman x sub!Reader 🌹 I Want It — CM Punk x f!Reader

CODY RHODES, ROMAN REIGNS 👑 Animal In Me — Roman x f!Reader x cuck!Cody (18+)

DAMIAN PRIEST 🏹 Masterlist (18+)

DEXTER LUMIS 👑 Panty-Sniffing — Dexter x f!Reader (18+)

GUNTHER 👑 Circles — Gunther x f!Reader (18+) 👑 Muscle Worship — Gunther x f!Reader (18+)

JEY USO, RHEA RIPLEY 👑 She Bad — Jey x f!Reader x Rhea (18+)

RANDY ORTON 👑 Lost in the Moment — RKO x f!Reader

ROMAN REIGNS, JEY USO, JIMMY USO 🎉 Coming Undone — Roman x Jey x Jimmy x f!Reader (18+) 🎀 Part One 🎀 Part Two 🎀 Part Three

SETH ROLLINS 🎉 Reputation (Just To Save Yours) — Seth x f!OC (18+) 🎀 Part One

WWE 🏹 KINKLIST - REQUESTS CLOSED (18+) 🎀 Muscle Worship — Gunther x f!Reader (18+) 🎀 Panty-Sniffing — Dexter Lumis x f!Reader (18+)

[daddyhausen]

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

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

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

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

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

 despite your protests that you’d suffocate him

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

tongue hunrily lapping up your juices like a man starved 

he’s greedy in the sense

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

sucking and nipping at your swollen clit 

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

his words muffled against your fold 

tongue soaked with your slick as he devours you 

the more sensitive you grow the more languid his movements become 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[samdeancass]

My Reason For Everything

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Randy Orton x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Randy, Y/N

Description: Y/N is the first person Randy calls to celebrate his win after winning the WWE Championship.

"1,2,3!"

The crowd erupted in a thunderous cheer as Randy, with a victorious roll, emerged from his battle with Triple H. The WWE Championship Belt was finally his. His radiant smile illuminated his face as he rose triumphantly and hoisted the title. "Here stands your winner and the new WWE Champion, Randy Orton!" The crowd's jubilation intensified as his anthem filled the arena. Randy gripped the title over his shoulder and gracefully slipped under the ropes, leaving the ring in a blaze of glory.

Your heart was pounding, your eyes fixed on the television screen as Randy's match unfolded. A mix of anxiety and excitement surged through you as Randy pinned Triple H. "C'mon, baby." "1,2,3!" You leapt from the sofa, a scream of joy escaping your lips. Your man was returning home a champion. Glancing around the room, you spotted your phone on the coffee table, waiting to share this moment with him. 

With trembling fingers, you switched on the screen, ready to dial Randy's contact. But before you could, his name unexpectedly lit up your screen. A high-pitched squeal of anticipation escaped your lips as you eagerly answered the call, your heart racing with excitement.

"Hey, champ. Congratulations! That was amazing!" He chuckled on the other end. "Thank you, baby. I still can't believe it. All the stress and the work I've put in has finally paid off, and it's all thanks to you."

Your brow furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean? I haven't done anything to help you." He let out a deep sigh, his voice filled with emotion. "You've done everything, my love. Just by being a phone call away, you've been my rock through the toughest times. You've always believed in me, even when I doubted myself. This championship, everything I do, is all for you, my love. You're the reason I won; you gave me the strength to do so. I love you more than words can express."

Tears welled in your eyes at his sweet words. "Randy, I have no words. Just.... thank you. Thank you for fighting for me, for us. I know putting your body through hell every week takes its toll." "It's all worth it for you, darlin'." "I love you, Randy. I can't wait for you to come home; I miss you." He sighed on the other end. "I know; just one more day, and I'll be back with you. Can you hold on 'till then?" "Yeah, anything for you." It was silent for a few seconds before Randy spoke again. "You get some sleep, baby girl, and I'll call you tomorrow, OK?" You nearly began to cry. "OK. I love you, baby." "I love you too." 

You ended the call, went up the stairs, and slipped into bed. You slid over to Randy's side and inhaled his scent. Sometimes, you hate how much he travels because you miss him, but you know he does it all for you and your future family. You lulled yourself off to sleep with the thoughts of you and him reuniting again. 

[j-ensenackles]

coming home

pairing: randy orton x fem!reader

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

word count: 1.2k

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

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

The stadium shook with the roar of the crowd.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You matched his smile, “Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

You chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Welcome back! Welcome back!”

You were home.

[theworldofotps]

Daddy's Brat

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

Warning: A little smut, some oral male receiving enjoy

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t move another step y/n.”

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

“That’s not what you call me.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, I don’t remember asking you.”

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

“What was with that attitude today?”

“What attitude?”

“You still choosing to be a brat?”

“Yep.”

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck?”

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

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

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

“Because I don’t want to.”

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

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

“I missed you while I was away.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sebastianlynx]

[misstallulah]

"𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑅𝐾𝑂: 𝑖𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑖𝑡, 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑚𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠, 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢."

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[wrestlersownmyheart]

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

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

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

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

Haunted House

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded reluctantly, “O-okay.”

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

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

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

You nodded your agreement with a soft hum of approval.

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

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

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

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

“This is gonna be fun,” he exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ma`am…”

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

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

Freddy was getting pretty snarky.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Freddy was down for the count.

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you, Randy.”

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

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

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

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

THE END

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[architect-2015]

right i have a randy orton fic idea hear me out:

randy and the reader (yet to decide on a character name) are the vets of the company, the legends

in this new era of the wwe the company is trying to push for a passing of the torch sort of thing

and the reader is like no no her and randy have put their blood sweat and tears into carrying this company on their back for the past 15 years

they basically go on a massive heel run to prove they still have what it takes

maybe a major title win for them both?

[eringobragh420]

🖤 Pairing: Randy Orton x f!Reader (mentioned past Miz x f!Reader) 🖤 Summary: Takes place in late 2010. Randy’s had feelings for Kelly Kelly’s cousin, a new interviewer for WWE, but she’s been dating The Miz. Following their breakup, and a monumental cash in on a random episode of Monday Night Raw, Randy doesn’t want to pretend anymore. 🛑 Warnings: None 🖤 Taglist: @eddiesrockstargirlfriend If you'd like to be added, please click here! 🖤 Requested By: Anonymous. Hope you enjoy! (I also had to take a few liberties with the idea to make it work, so I hope that’s okay.) 🖤 MASTERLIST

She stood waiting patiently as the hair and makeup artists put their final touches on her camera-ready face. She clutched the microphone with the iconic WWE logo, a company she’d never dreamed of working for, her palm still sweaty even after nearly a year working here. She was becoming more and more comfortable with each passing week, and less and less depressed about the break up with Mike. And she wondered, like everyone else, why she’d even been depressed in the first place, considering the asshole had cheated on her. She looked up toward the ceiling as the makeup artist applied some last minute touch ups to her eyeliner. She couldn’t thank her cousin, Kelly, enough for getting her foot in the proverbial door, but she would surely hold a grudge against her for the foreseeable future for also introducing her to the Miz.

She heard a familiar voice nearby and her heart began to gallop. Why couldn’t Randy Orton have been the one to sit next to her and her cousin in catering on her first day instead of Mike? Not that anything would have happened between them necessarily, but if he’d been sitting there, maybe Mike wouldn’t have stopped, introduced himself and laid those baby blue eyes on her. Oh well, none of it mattered now. The only thing weighing on her shoulders was conducting this interview as professionally as possible. When she was finally able to look straight ahead again, she spotted the WWE Champion headed toward her in all his six foot five inch, 250 pound magnificence. He wore his trunks, and his tanned, sculpted body had already been lubed up to accentuate those muscles. The title was slung over his shoulder proudly, just where she and everyone else expected it to be after the upcoming match with Wade Barrett.

Peeling her eyes away from Randy, she went over the questions she was supposed to ask him once the interview started. There wasn’t much room for improv or interpretation, not with Vince around, so their interaction had already been laid out in front of her in black and white. She anticipated no issues. And when she anticipated no issues, in her experience, that’s usually when the issues arose. She turned the page of her script, and a pair of black boots stepped into her line of sight. She could smell him—cleanliness mixed with whatever he’d doused his body in to make it glisten. Her gaze rose from his boots to his dense thighs, to his trunks and a bulge she instantly looked away from, only to land on his six pack. She then followed those muscles outward to the tattoos on his arms, his well-defined biceps. His chest was ample and solid, half covered by the sparkling title belt, and she wasn’t sure she’d make it out of this interview with dry panties.

This wasn’t the first time she’d conversed with Randy, on camera or otherwise, but there seemed to be an aura of unrealized tension between them. Was he simply in his head trying to prepare for the match? Was he somehow unhappy with her work? Would he rather have had someone else ask the questions? He’d always been cordial to her, joking, and sometimes she thought he might have been flirting with her, but then she realized she was her and he was Randy and no way would he ever be interested in her, especially with all the gorgeous Divas running around half-naked.

Oh well, she thought, whether he likes it or not, the show must go on. She handed her script and notes to a nearby producer as she was told the time they had left before the commercial was over and they were live again. 

“So,” Randy spoke, voice deep and quiet, not interested in having the rest of the world hear their conversation. She looked at him, thinking for sure he wasn’t speaking to her, and so she looked behind her, finding nobody there. She turned back to Randy, he was smirking, and she felt her cheeks ignite. “I’m talkin’ to you,” he assured her. “How are you?”

“Oh,” she stammered, swallowing thickly. “I’m good, thanks. How are you?”

“I’m great,” he replied, nodding at the belt over his shoulder, “but I meant more like … how are you? I heard you and Miz broke up.”

She gaped up at him, eyes round and drying quick. It was true, everyone knew―not that she’d been the one to tell anybody, no, that had been Mike. The man was actually proud he’d cheated, blaming it on her and telling anyone who would listen how terrible of a lay she’d been, so naturally he’d had to seek out other women to satisfy his physical needs. Or some dumb shit. The last thing she wanted to do while in the company of Randy Orton was think about Mike or talk about Mike.

“Of course you did,” she sighed. “Honestly, I really don’t wanna talk about it—”

“Oh, I don’t either,” Randy cut her off. The producer warned them they had thirty seconds before they were to go live. “Just wanted to be sure you’re okay.” 

Her head tilted, and after a moment she smiled. “I’m okay,” she replied softly. “You’re actually the first person to say that, aside from Kelly. So thank you. It means a lot.”

Randy massaged the back of his neck, and were his cheeks tinged in pink? “Yeah, well, uh,” he stammered, and she hid her grin behind the microphone. “Miz is an ass. You deserve better.”

Her gaze dropped to the floor momentarily as her body waged a Great War with her mind. Her body wanted to fling itself at Randy in the hopes that he’d catch her, dip her, and kiss her, like they did in the old movies. Her mind screamed that she was a moron and if she did throw herself at him, it would likely end badly, both with Randy and the WWE. It was a quick battle, her mind coming out victorious when she convinced her body that the man was probably just being polite, and there was no double meaning behind you deserve better, no matter how bad she wanted there to be.

“That’s really sweet,” she resigned to say. “I appreciate it. Maybe someday I’ll meet a guy as charming as you are.” Although Mike had been quite charming in the beginning, he was more of a creepy charming, in that he would say something cute, but finish it with something dirty.

“Actually—” Randy started, but he was cut off by the producer with another warning about time. 

The interviewer and interviewee both checked themselves for anything out of place, and Randy readjusted the title on his shoulder before they were given the countdown from ten. When the camera went live, she forgot all about Mike and even the sweet thing Randy had said to her, as she focused on remembering the questions and her proper responses and reactions. But Randy was different. She wasn’t sure if anyone else noticed, but he seemed to hold her gaze for longer than he normally would when replying to her interrogation. He even reached out and touched her arm a few times during the segment, and she had to steel herself to keep from actually, physically, literally swooning. 

It had been so long since a man had handled her so softly, and that’s why her reaction had been overdramatic, she reasoned. He was just a nice guy, trying to make her feel better. Nothing more, nothing less, she thought, just as she sent the broadcast back to Michael Cole, Jerry Lawler, and the newest commentator to the team: CM Punk.

“So, listen,” Randy started.

“Sorry, we have another quick segment to film,” the producer interrupted.

The interviewer turned to Randy. “Thanks again,” she said. “Have a good match. Kick Barrett’s ass.” 

She was whisked away to another room backstage, and it was in this room, after taping the segment and toward the end of the show, where she would watch on the hanging television as the members of Wade’s faction, Nexus, attacked Randy as he was headed to the ring for their title match. She was all but biting her nails through the contest, which already saw the Viper at a disadvantage, and her heart stopped when John Cena interfered, consequently allowing Randy to RKO Barrett and retain the title. She jumped from the uncomfortable couch, clapping, and her heels clicked as she jumped up and down.

Sensing a presence and noticing something out of the corner of her eye, she glanced through the opened door to the hallway. Mike stood there in full gear, Money in the Bank Briefcase in hand, and his entire body was trembling. His once crystal clear eyes were now overcome with absolute abhorrence, and she tried to do some quick mathematics to see if she’d have enough time to close and lock the door before he could get inside. Hearing the commentators erupt on the television, she impulsively looked to see what was going on. Nexus was again battering Randy, and her body deflated as fear overwhelmed her. She remembered Mike. Looking back to the hallway, she found it empty.

“Mike!” she yelled, running into the hallway, but it was too late. She took her heels off so she could jog a little faster, taking a different route than Mike had to get to the ring. She stood in the background, powerless, as Mike cashed in, as Randy received a skull crushing finale, as Randy was pinned, and as Mike became the new WWE Champion.

Back in Gorilla, she waited, bouncing from one bare foot to the other, as Randy carefully made his way in her direction. Mike, however, came through the curtain first, brandishing the title and that stupid, shit-eating grin on his face.

“What do you think about that?” he taunted, shoving the belt in her face. “Huh? Who’s the man now? I got—”

A fist came out of nowhere, clocking Mike right in the temple, and he toppled to the floor, landing on the belt. She barely had time to look from the mess of Mike on the floor to who owned the face before Randy was wrapping his hand around the back of her head and pulling her lips to his. He was sweaty and bloody, skin the temperature of lava, and he was huge and imposing, but his kiss was soothing and adoring. Her arms snuck around his neck as she returned the gesture in kind, although her kiss might have been a little more desperate. She felt his lips curve into a smile just before he wrapped one arm around her waist, hoisting her into the air, and she threw her legs around him before she fell back to the floor. They separated to catch their breath, foreheads pressed together.

Replying to Mike’s earlier question, Randy rumbled, “I’m the man,” and kissed her again as she giggled.

[daddyhausen]

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「 ♡ — MINI SERIES 」

「 ♧ — SMUT 」

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「 FACE SITTING HEADCANNONS 」 — ♧

❝ face sitting headcannons w/ randy ❞

「 2000s DATING HEADCANNONS 」

❝ 2000s dating headcannons w/ randy ❞

[samdeancass]

Dating Randy Orton in the 00's (WWE Headcanon)

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Randy Orton x reader

Randy always exuded confidence, but the Ruthless Aggression Era brought out a new side of him.

He was more cocky than usual and sometimes a little rude to you. But he did have a soft side, and it always shocked you when he let it out.

When he realizes that he hurt your feelings, Randy pulls you into his chest and presses a soft kiss on the top of your head, letting you know how sorry he is.

However, you did relish the cocky side of him. It brought about a more dominant side to him, which you were never going to say no to.

You have never mentioned it to him, but you loved it when he lost a match because that meant a rough sex session to let his anger out, and you were always giddy just thinking about it.

There was a negative side to his cockiness.

He would become much more protective and jealous, which would cause friction in your relationship.

"Randy, I don't understand why you're acting like this. Everybody here knows we're together; they know I'm yours."

"I love you, Y/N, that's why. And I can't stand it when somebody gets too close to you. It makes me think they're going to take you away from me, and I can't stand the thought of it."

You both talked it through, and Randy promised to be less scary and jealous when others were around.

Randy loved you very much; that much was clear, and he just chose to show it in a different way.

[slutfortheeclaymore]

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

Will it draw Cherry & Drew into its secrets?

How will Sheamus & Phoenix deal with adopting Alyssa?

Will Madcap Moss finally meet Krystal, his dream girl?

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

Well, come read and find out! 💙💙💙

@wwechristina87 @denise63089 @ashkrystal

[theworldofotps]

Drunk (Drabble)

Pairing: Randy Orton x OC Melissa Word Count: Prompt: 'i’m happiest when i’m with you. ❜ 'you’re important to me you piece of shit'

Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @hotgirlgraps @madhatterbri @sjwrites22 @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @alyyaana  @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456  @mcreignsera @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ________ “Melissa please you need to come pick him up I don’t know how much longer we can keep him from fighting someone.”

“Okay okay Kevin bloody hell give me a few and I’ll be there to get him.”

Hanging up the phone and placing it in her pocket Melissa dragged herself out of the comfortable hotel bed. Putting on a pair of shoes and a hoodie, she grabbed her hotel key leaving the room. Melissa had hoped to stay in tonight and not walk to a bar to pick up her best friend. When Kevin texted her the address Melissa put it in her phone following the directions thankfully just a couple blocks from the hotel.

“Can’t believe he’s got me walking to the bar at nearly one in the morning to pick him up.”

She mumbled trudging along at a quick pace, she wasn’t fond of being out this late alone, but Randy couldn’t risk fighting someone. There would be no use telling him off when he was drunk but she was for sure going to tell him all about it tomorrow morning hungover or not.

Soon spotting the neon signs of the bar Melissa stepped inside waiting for her eyes to adjust to the inside lights before looking around. It wouldn’t be too hard to spot them given Randy towered over most people. Texting Kevin she was here Melissa began making her way through the crowd towards the booths.

“Thank gods you’re here.”

Hearing Kevin’s voice she made her way to the booth farthest from everyone and placed her hands on her hips at the sight before her.

Randy slumped over in the seat laughing as he tipped back another glass of his drink his hand tapping on the table to the music.

“Why the bloody hell don’t you all have him outside? He shouldn’t still be drinking.”

“I know I know but we couldn’t get him to budge he’s like a rock.”

Sami rubbed a hand over his beard as they all watched Randy blink looking up a grin on his face.

“Melissa! You did decide to join the party, bartender another round of drinks and two for my favorite girl.”

“Absolutely not you’re shitfaced and we’re going back to the hotel.”

“I’m not ready to go back though.”

Snatching the drink from his hand Melissa handed it to one of the guys and tugged on his arm.

“Come on Randy this isn’t funny it’s nearly one in the morning, I’m tired I want to go to bed you can always come back another time.”

Kevin and Sami did their best to shove Randy from behind and together the three of them got him out of the booth. Leaving Sami to pay the tab with Randy’s card they made it to the sidewalk.

“I have no idea if there’s anyone even up that would be willing to come pick us up I think we need to walk back to the hotel.”

“I’m sure there is but I don’t want him around others right now when he just tried to fight some guy for commenting on his bald head.”

Melissa sighed as Randy stumbled along the sidewalk, the ten-minute walk to the hotel stretching into a forty minute walk. Telling the guys to just help her get Randy up to her room they got in the elevator after apologizing to the receptionist for his noise. Ushering them into her room they got him to lie on the bed.

“I got it from here guys I’m just going to remove his shoes and leave him there while I sleep on the couch.”

“Are you sure you don’t need any more help?”

“Nah I’m fine thanks for calling me.”

Bidding them a goodnight, Melissa helped him brush his teeth with the spare travel brush she had. He reeked of alcohol and at least his breath wouldn’t smell so horrid now. Then she started taking his shoes off growing irritated as he kept moving his feet.”

“Randal please stop fucking moving.”

“Why are you being such a bitch?”

“Because I’m tired, I’m trying to take care of you, and you won’t hold still.”

“I didn’t ask for help.”

He hummed, staring at the ceiling yawning as Melissa set his shoes by the door getting him a water and some medicine for his head.

“You’re important to me you piece of shit now shut up and take your medicine you’ll thank me in the morning and owe me an apology too.”

“Mm breakfast and a something.”

“Yeah yeah go to sleep.”

Kissing his cheek, she pulled back smiling at the slight blush of his cheeks and goofy grin he had on his face. Turning the lights off she moved to go to the couch when a hand shot out to grab her.

“Stay with me?”

“How could I say no to you? Take off that shirt though you smell like booze.”

Helping him with his shirt Melissa couldn’t help the flush of her own cheeks but pushed the thought out of her head as they laid back down. His arm around her and the blankets pulled away.

“Goodnight, you pain in the ass.”

“You too sweetness I'm happiest with you.”

[vamp-doll-diva]

You and Me - A WWE Fanfiction

Title: You and Me

Author: vamp_doll/vamp_doll_diva

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

Rating: M

Category: Romance

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

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

Chapter 1 @ fanfiction.net

[misstallulah]

"𝐾𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑉𝑖𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐴𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑁𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒, 𝑎 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦."

𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑦 𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑣𝑖𝑏𝑒𝑠, 𝑦'𝑎𝑙𝑙!

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