#*blows kiss to hbk*

[take-taker-taken]

ShawnXreader? Bratty reader getting a spanking from HBK?

Thank you, lovely Anon! Hope this hits the spot…

“Honey, I’m home!”

You grin at the sound of his voice as the front door opens and then you curse quietly as you realise the half-full takeout cup is still perched on the table. You leap up and grab it, swiftly tucking it away behind the couch. You’ve already had your quota of iced coffee ‘concoctions’ (as Shawn calls them), for the week and so you’ll be in trouble if he sees it.

You turn around with a smile and he drops his bag to the floor and opens his arms. With a happy giggle you leap into them and he kisses you, spins you around and sets you back on the floor before pulling you in for a deeper kiss. You close your eyes and drift into it when he suddenly stops and leans back, looking at you closely.

“What?” You pout at the abrupt end to the kiss but he just continues to stare, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Do I have something on my face?”

“Where is it?” He says, casting suspicious glances around the room and then turning back to you after noticing the ring of condensation on the table.

You feel yourself blush but try to appear nonchalant, saying with a frown, “Where is what?”

He gives you a warning look. “Baby girl, I can see the chocolate in the corners of your mouth and I can taste the coffee. Where is it - or did you finish it already?”

You roll your eyes and say huffily, “It’s only a drink.”

He gives his head a small shake and his tone is measured as he replies, “We’ve talked about this, remember, and you agreed that you were having too many of those things. You asked me to set a limit on how many you should have and so-”

“I wanted one!” You practically stamp your foot and your voice raises as you interrupt him.

All Shawn raises is his eyebrow. “Did you forget who you’re talking to? Sounds like you need a time-out, little girl; go stand in the corner.”

Folding your arms tightly and pouting, you go to push past him but he stops you with a hand on your shoulder. “After you answer my question and tell me where it is.”

“Find it yourself,” you mutter, shrugging his hand off.

“Yeah, keep it up, brat. You’ve just upgraded from a time-out to a spanking.”

You’re annoyed at yourself for letting him down and for being caught out, but you know that now he’s said you’re getting a spanking there’s no way back from it, so it’s time for damage limitation. “It’s behind the couch,” you say quietly, head down.

“Go get it.”

Dragging your feet slightly you go and retrieve the cup, before turning back around to face him and he inclines his head towards the door.

“Into the kitchen and get rid of it.”

With a small sigh you do as you’re told, carrying it through to the kitchen where you remove the lid and pour the liquid down the drain. You don’t care - it no longer seems as appealing as it did before. You rinse out the cup too, and you’re about to dry it a little when his voice floats through to you.

“It doesn’t take that long - get your butt back in here!”

You return to the living room and he’s sat on the couch, waiting. You pause in the doorway and then he beckons to you.

“Over my knee. Now. You know what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

You swallow and make your way over before slowly getting into position with your hips in his lap. He shifts you about a little and pulls your sweats and underwear down to your knees before guiding your arms out in front of you.

“You gonna keep those there, or do I need to hold on to your hands?”

“Keep ‘em,” You answer quietly and he strokes a hand down your back. The comfort is only momentary because in the next second his hand lands hard on your butt and you gasp with a mixture of shock and pain. He alternates between each cheek, delivering three more hard smacks and you whimper and clench your hands into fists.

“You know why you’re being punished, don’t you?” His free hand presses firmly into the middle of your back as he deals another half dozen blows.

“Uh huh - yes!” You correct yourself, knowing that you’re supposed to use your words.

He pauses the spanking for a moment and squeezes your cheeks. “Tell me,” He says quietly.

“I - I broke the rule about how many coffees I can have,” You say and then cry out as a fresh volley of hits lands on your skin.

“And…?”

You close your eyes briefly, feeling ashamed. “I - I lied to you about having it.”

“What else?” You don’t answer right away and so he unleashes again with a series of hard smacks that alternate on your cheeks, ending up with a couple of hits to your tender sit spot.

“I was rude! I’m sorry!” You kick your feet but to no avail as he just shifts to clamp one of your legs beneath his own.

“Quit struggling.” His tone is impassive and he reaches across to pinion your wrists without missing a beat before you have the chance to try and reach back to cover yourself. “You earned this baby girl, and you’re gonna take it.”

The only sounds for the next minute or so are the slap of palm against skin and you yelp and wriggle as he lands hard slaps to your bottom and thighs. Tears leak out, a mixture of pain and regret, as you twist your hands together within his grasp. Stupid coffee with it’s syrup and stupid chocolate cream…

“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I promise, please!” You cry out as the blows rain down, seemingly getting harder. How can his hands be so soft and yet so hard at the same time?

“Yeah, I bet.” He lands four more hard slaps, and the final one ends with his hand impacting and then rubbing firmly against your burning flesh. You wriggle forward as though trying to escape and then give in to the treatment, as however sore it is, the gesture signals the end of your ordeal.

“You gonna stick to our rules in future, baby girl?” He squeezes the flesh hard and you whimper, kicking your feet again.

“I promise!”

“Alright then,” He answers and releases you from his grip, helping you to your feet. “Into the corner now - five minutes.”

Normally you would pout and argue about corner time, but you’re fairly sure that your ass is a beacon and so without protest you allow him to set you upright and shuffle you to the corner.

“Hands on your head, baby girl. You have a little think there about our rules.”

Backside throbbing, you do as he says, amazed that your butt seems to have developed its own heartbeat.You know of course that you were wrong to break his rule, and even more so to lie about it. You sniff, feeling sorry for yourself and settle in for the wait…

~*~

“OK, we’re all done, baby girl. Out you come. Come on and give me a hug.”

You turn eagerly and throw yourself into his waiting arms, happily inhaling the scent of his skin. “‘M sorry,” You answer truthfully, “I won’t do it again.”

“Sure hope not,” He says, giving you a squeeze. “Much more fun things to do than punish you…”

You look up at him shyly. “Show me?”

…

TTT

[tameodesza]

Love's Maze (BretShawn)

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Shawn can no longer deny what his heart wants

Inevitably, Shawn and Bret grew much closer after the passionate night they shared.

Bret’s feelings were a little more on the forefront than Shawn’s, but he didn’t push his luck. He kept his promise to be there for Shawn, to wait until he’s ready, and to be the friend he needed. And although he was giving Shawn time to sort himself out, it didn’t stop Bret from going the extra mile to make the blond feel special.

One of Shawn’s favorite moments was when Bret surprised him with a cupcake for his birthday, a single candle lit in the middle to celebrate him turning 27.

“What’s this all about,” Shawn asked as he entered the locker room, spotting the cupcake cupped between Bret’s hands.

“This is for you.”

An effortless smile tugged at Shawn’s lips as he said, “You got this for me?”

“Yeah, uh, happy birthday,” Bret said awkwardly.

Touched, Shawn asked in almost disbelief, “You remembered my birthday?” He recalled telling Bret the date once a long time ago, so long ago that he wouldn’t blame the man if he forgot.

Bret gave a tender smile, “Of course. Make a wish.”

Noting how quickly the candle wax was melting, Shawn closed his eyes, wishing for happier times before blowing out the candle.

Shawn made a move to grab the cupcake, but not before leaning forward to kiss Bret softly on the lips. “Thank you,” Shawn whispered as he grabbed the cupcake from a flustered Bret.

Shawn ended up splitting the cupcake and sharing half of it with Bret before they got ready for their match.

There were so many other moments, too many to count, that made Shawn’s heart skip a beat – such as the times where Bret would wait for him after a show to make sure he made it to his car safely, or when Bret would snag an extra sandwich from catering when Shawn would skip lunch, or even the times where Bret would force himself to go to the bar to be Shawn’s drinking buddy for the night despite the late hour.

Regardless of the scenario, Shawn became increasingly aware that these ‘little moments’ were having huge impacts on his feelings towards the older man.

Not to mention, the two still occasionally had sex, the dick being too good for Shawn to only have once. But as pleasurable as it was, it didn’t help to uncomplicate either of their feelings.

It was approaching a year after his breakup when Shawn began to seriously think about being something more than friends-with-benefits with Bret.

“Fuck, I don’t know what to do, Kevin” Shawn whined to Kevin Nash, the new guy he’d convinced Vince to bring to the WWF to better help with his HBK gimmick. 

Although the two hadn’t known each other very long, they quickly became friends, both feeling as if they’d known each other for a lifetime. Kevin was beyond appreciative of Shawn for giving him a job and promised to always have Shawn’s back.

And Shawn was grateful to have another friend in his corner besides Scott.

Marty had been long gone by the time Kevin came to the WWF, but from what little he heard from Shawn about the relationship, he knew it must have been pretty volatile. The somber look that flashed in Shawn’s eyes anytime Marty’s name was mentioned told Kevin that the topic was off limits. 

It was during Kevin’s second week at the WWF that he picked up on something going on between Bret and Shawn. The way Shawn’s eyes lingered on Bret, the way he’d blush and look away when they locked eyes, and especially the way he would leave their hotel room late at night to ‘visit’ Bret’s room only to return the next morning.

Kevin never said anything, but Shawn’s crush was all too obvious.

Kevin sighed as he watched Shawn frantically pace their locker room. “Here’s a clue,” he said mockingly, “why don’t you just go talk to him?”

Shawn rolled his eyes before saying, “It’s not that simple.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” Shawn cut himself off, looking down at the floor as he said weakly, “I’m damaged goods, Kev. Why would Bret want someone so broken like me?”

Kevin said sternly, “You’re not damaged goods, and I don’t ever want to hear you say that again. Got it?”

Taken aback by the serious tone, Shawn hastily retracted, “Ok, ok. Sorry.”

But Kevin didn’t let up. “You had a bad breakup with a guy. So what? Does that mean you should never give yourself a chance to find love again?”

Shawn folded his arms as he moped, “No…But what if he changes his mind? What if after realizing how fucked up I am, he runs for the hills and breaks my heart just like Marty did?”

Finally understanding Shawn’s self-doubt, Kevin softened a bit, saying, “Then I’ll beat him up for you. I’m not your bodyguard for nothing, right?”

That got a smile out of Shawn. “Promise?”

Kevin smiled back, pulling Shawn into a hug as he said, “Promise.”

So it was set. He was going to tell Bret how he felt – that he was finally ready to give them a shot.

Bret had been not so secretive about liking Shawn, but there was still a voice in the back of the blond’s head that told him things could change. However, there was no turning back, especially with Kevin knowing. The taller man would probably tell Bret himself if Shawn failed to do so. 

After the live show that night, Shawn knocked on the Harts’ locker room door, waiting briefly before Bret opened the door with that perfect smile of his.

“Are you free tonight?” Shawn sort of blurted it out, certainly not playing it cool as he intended. “I mean, can I swing by your room tonight?”

The question itself brought a light blush to both men’s faces as the question could have been interpreted in multiple ways.

Bret looked behind him at Owen who was unashamedly eavesdropping on the conversation, as per usual. Owen said all too happily, “Oh, you don’t have to worry about me. I’ll room with Davey tonight.”

Bret turned his gaze back to Shawn, nodding as he said, “Yeah, you can swing by. I’ll wait up for you.”

Shawn nodded. “Ok. See you then.”

As Shawn turned to leave, he was stopped when Bret asked, “Hey, is everything ok?”

“Yeah. We just…we need to talk.”

We need to talk. 

Those words replayed in Bret’s head all night as he awaited Shawn’s arrival. Out of all of the phrases, why did it have to be that one? Bret only associated that phrase with bad news, and the more the night dragged on, the more he wished Shawn hadn’t said it.

Did he do something to upset Shawn? Did Shawn want to stop being friends? Did he find a new lover?

There was one point where Bret wondered about Shawn and Kevin, the two seeming to get close pretty fast. What if that’s what Shawn wanted to talk about? Did something spark between the two?

Bret surely hoped not. 

He had no idea what time the younger man planned on coming over, but his nerves rose with every passing hour.

He decided to occupy his mind by tidying up the hotel room, though it was already clean. He then took a shower, though he’d already taken one at the arena. He settled on reading the takeout menu of a nearby Chinese restaurant, though he was far from hungry.

Anything to keep him distracted.

His heart pounded when he heard a knock at the door. Bret took a deep breath as he made his way to the door, putting on his best carefree smile before opening it. However, his smile dropped as soon as he opened the door to reveal a widely grinning Owen.

Why was it always Owen?

“What do you want,” Bret tsked.

Owen said defensively, “I was just dropping by to say good luck.” Bret made a move to close the door in Owen’s face, but stopped when Owen exclaimed, “Hey, wait! I also came to drop this off.”

Owen handed Bret his signature Hitman jacket. The fact that Bret had forgotten it in the locker room spoke wonders to how frazzled he was.

Bret took the jacket from Owen as he said, “Thanks.”

He was stopped from closing the door again when Owen asked, “Just to be sure, am I good to come by later tonight or will you be…occupied?” Owen wiggled his brows suggestively, obviously alluding to Shawn.

“Bye, Owen.” Bret then shut the door for good, drowning out Owen’s whining on the other side of the door.

It wasn’t until an hour later that Shawn would finally arrive, this time Bret looking out the peephole after hearing a knock on his door.

“Hey,” Bret said after opening the door to reveal Shawn who looked as stunning as ever.

“Hey,” Shawn said meekly, barely making eye contact with Bret.

The men stood there in slight awkward silence, prompting Bret to ask, “Are you coming in?”

“Yes, sorry,” Shawn said as if snapping out of his own thoughts.

After closing the door, Bret turned to see Shawn standing in the middle of the room, twisting his hands nervously in front of him. And that’s when Bret knew that the conversation they needed to have was happening right then.

He let out a breath, walking closer to Shawn as he said, “So, you said we needed to talk.”

“Yeah. Yeah, we do. Can we sit,” Shawn asked as he gestured to the bed.

“Sure,” said Bret, both men sitting on the edge of the bed at an arms-length apart, the distance not going unnoticed by Bret.

The silence seemed to linger on as Shawn gathered himself. Regardless of how much he prepared, he still had no idea where to start.

In essence, it should be easy. It was Bret he was talking to, the most understanding and nicest guy he’d ever met. He shouldn’t be so nervous to tell him how he feels, especially after knowing how Bret feels about him.

Bret’s mind was racing a mile a minute as he thought of all of the various ways Shawn would end their…whatever it was they had going on.

Shawn meant so much to him, and if couldn’t be around the blond anymore, Bret honestly had no idea what he’d do. So much of their lives consisted of each other now, and there was no doubt that Shawn’s absence would leave a mark.

Shawn broke the silence as he said lowly, “Um, so…uh…fuck, I have no idea how to say this.”

That did little to ease Bret’s nerves, his palms beginning to sweat as he listened intently. “Is something wrong?”

Shawn shook his head, “No, no.” He was becoming frustrated, thinking to himself ‘fuck it’ before saying bluntly, “I like you. Like, a lot. Like…more than friends. And it scares me. I-,” Shawn closed his eyes, slouching into himself as he said, “I don’t know.”

Bret looked on at a loss for words, not expecting that to be Shawn’s confession. It was apparent to Bret that the blond was nervous, but he wanted Shawn to know there was no reason to be as this conversation was long overdue.

So he stretched out a hand, lightly grabbing Shawn’s and giving it a squeeze in encouragement. “Tell me what’s scaring you,” Bret said gently.

Shawn opened his eyes, drifting his gaze to their hands as his heart beat harder against his chest. He took a breath, finding comfort in Bret’s touch before finally lifting his head to look at Bret.

“I’m scared that I don’t know how to love anymore. I’ve been through so much shit that…I don’t know… I don’t know if I can be a good partner. I just don’t want to get hurt again.”

Bret nodded, brushing his thumb against the back of Shawn’s hand. “I understand-”

“That’s the thing. You always understand. You get me so well, it scares me. It’s weird. I feel like you know me better than I know myself. And I feel like I’m not worthy of your love, Bret. That’s the honest truth. It’s like, you’re the perfect guy and I’m…not.”

Bret shifted a little closer to Shawn, their thighs touching as he closed the distance between them. He said, “Nobody’s perfect, Shawn. Not even me, as hard as that is to believe,” which caused Shawn to form a slight smile.

Bret said seriously, “I like you for you. That means the good, the bad, and whatever else comes with it. I would never expect you to be perfect. What makes me like you is the fact that you’re not that. You’re unapologetically yourself, and I’ve never met anyone like you.”

Shawn let out a small whine as he placed his head onto Bret’s shoulder. “You always know the right thing to say.”

Bret unlinked their hands to wrap an arm around Shawn’s shoulder, bringing the man much closer. “I’ve said nothing but the truth. Promise.”

They sat there for a moment just holding each other, Shawn finding much-needed comfort in Bret’s arms. A comfort Bret gladly provided as he waited patiently on Shawn, not rushing the man to finish his thoughts.

Neither man was sure how much time had passed, but their silence was interrupted when Shawn said matter-of-factly, “I have trust issues.”

The comment came seemingly out of nowhere, but Bret had a feeling he knew what Shawn was trying to do – give him a reason to change his mind.

So Bret decided to play along, tightening his hold around Shawn as he said, “I snore sometimes,” as if that were a worse dealbreaker.

Shawn snorted, caught off guard by Bret’s response. He lifted his head from Bret’s shoulder to look up at the man, biting his lip in an attempt to hide the smile that was trying to form.

Shawn continued the charade, “I can be a brat.”

“I’m a serious cuddler.”

“And I can be clingy.”

Bret grinned, ghosting his lips over Shawn’s as he said, “Looks like we’re a match then.”

Shawn smiled lazily, realizing that his plan had failed. “You’re really hard to scare off, huh?”

“I’m not one to give up easily, especially for those I care about.”

Shawn broke eye contact, dropping his head onto Bret’s shoulder before lifting it again to look at the man. He took a deep breath before saying, “Ok. So, I like you. And you like me. What does that make us now?”

Bret reached up a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind Shawn’s ear, stroking the blond’s cheek as he said, “That’s for you to say.”

Shawn really wished Bret wouldn’t make him say it, the blond barely being able to form a coherent sentence with the man so close to his lips.

With his last ounce of courage, Shawn planted a soft peck onto Bret’s lips, pulling back slightly to whisper, “I’d like to date – exclusively,” he emphasized. “If you’d like?”

Bret felt like doing cartwheels out of sheer excitement, and he probably would have if it didn’t involve him having to detach himself from Shawn. The radiant smile that spread across his face was enough to let anyone know how happy he truly was.

“I like the sound of that.”

“Really?” Shawn questioned as if expecting Bret to say otherwise.

Instead of responding, no longer able to contain his joy, Bret gave Shawn a kiss that took the blond’s breath away. He kissed Shawn as if he’d never be given the opportunity again, as if Shawn would run away as soon as he let go.

It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a kiss that eased Shawn’s worries, telling him that everything would work out just fine, that they would figure it out if things got tough, that it was ok for Shawn to fully allow himself to love again.

Shawn was first to pull away, needing to catch his breath before he said coyly, “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Bret smiled, pulling the blond back into a kiss, this one deeper and more sensual. “I’ve been waiting so long for this moment. You have no idea how happy I am.”

That truly made Shawn’s heart melt. He wrapped his arms around Bret’s neck, saying sheepishly, “I’m happy, too.”

Both men took the moment to look at each other, getting lost in each other’s eyes as reality set in. They were a couple. They were together. They were boyfriends.

They spent the night in each other’s arms, discussing their relationship – their wants, desires, expectations. Their future together. Bret was optimistic, ready to show Shawn how much he cared about him and how he should be treated.

Shawn was content, honestly excited to share his future, his new journey, with Bret as he welcomed love like an old friend.

[blog--witch]

I’m still on a social media lockdown bc we just finished Summerslam but still have to catch up on yesterday’s raw but my initial thoughts I have go get out are

That eye contact between Cody and Roman was insaaaaaneeeeee like through the pin through the collection of the belt through the whole fucking stadium

On a similar note Finn and Damian eye contact but of betrayal omg also that whole thing. Every single fucking part of it. Finn’s back turned to him Damian finding out from the replay Finn’s face bc he’s an evil nasty man who’s just been chilling for a while!!! Damian immediately trying to choke him through the ropes Gunther winning by choking Damian out while he stared Finn down after frankly months of ignoring that man (Finn has his attention now tho lol) Gunter getting to have a run with the belt Damian and Rhea joint having to win their belts back Damian and Finn feud Damian and Finn feud Damian and Finn feud

Also kinda on a similar note Punk blowing Seth as ref a kiss mid match lmao that whole fucking match was crazy truly everything I hoped which was these men just beating the shit out of each other for a while and then it ended with great setup for the punk/seth feud

Seth’s outfit was great I loved it. King troi is a master of his fucking craft. He’s a genius. The coat the sleeves the REVEAL the THEATRICS the slicked back hair and cut of shirt as homage to HBK but also the shirt was half black lace the sparkly pants the white sneaks the fact that I feel like Becky wore those same pants in a photoshoot recently the embellishments on the ref shirt like the little gem and the ref patch he looked so good. He said I wanna see these dudes beat each other up so I don’t have to but also they have to be paying attention to me the whole time. The crowd kept singing his song. He and punk are both such talkers and they have such specific relationships with the crowd I can nooooot wait to see them really get into it

[aritamargarita]

lemme add more to your shawn fics 😭, how about when reader gets injured?

OWWW! hey queen! THANK YOU FOR ADDING MORE 💕

As soon as you climbed the ropes to execute a high flying move on your opponent Jacqueline, you screwed up missing a rope and fell onto the mat head first. You had no clue what had just happened.

Why were your ears ringing?

You dizzily stood up, unsure where your surroundings were as you were rolled up quite quickly by your opponent.

The ref too had noticed you were out of it and had called for a quick end to the match. There was supposed to be more to the ending, but no one saw it through. You were way too disoriented. You didn’t even know Jackie had won the match. Of course she was set to win, but you had no clue what the hell was going on. As the referee started to make hand signs at you, you started to look confused and dazed still.

Shawn had already stormed down to the ring, sliding in and checking on you. You glanced at him in confusion, cause who the hell was this guy.

Oh wait, it’s Shawn. Not being able to understand what he’s saying, you say: “Huh?”

When you got backstage, a doctor shined many lights in your eye to see if you were coherent enough to understand stuff and to check if your pupils were dilated. The doctor had concluded you earned yourself a nice concussion after hitting your head on the mat. For the rest of the night, you were required to rest.

“What happened?” You ask, and Shawn looked at you. He had ended up following the medics and coming backstage.

“You, uh, took a pretty hard bump out there.” He says, pulling up a seat beside you. “I got worried.”

You realized how much of a headache you had when he said those words. “Oh. I can tell.” You tried to get up but was immediately pushed down lightly by Shawn.

“Careful. Don’t wanna do too much.” He warns and looks at you in worry. “Do you remember what happened out there?”

“No. I thought I just ended up here. I don��t know what caused it, but my head hurts.” You simply say. It sucks because out there you were doing so well, but one mistake led to your downfall.

He holds your hand, squeezing it. “It’s okay. Just get some rest.” He didn’t want to strain your thoughts anymore as they must have been going 100 miles per hour. Especially combined with the pain, it must have hurt to think.

He didn’t really have any snarky comments today. All he was filled with was concern. He’s had his fair share of injuries, and he wanted to make sure you were okay too.

He wondered if this would be a good time to tell you he had a thing for you.

...Nah. It could wait until you got better.

[rainchyna]

okie okie it must be requested, bret hart x reader x hbk. Can you imagine being fought over these two hunks in the 90s? CAN YOU IMAGINE THE INTENSE SEX? 😩

im going to scream, you don't understand-

-- shawn has had his eyes on you since you joined the company, you had quickly became one of the hottest and most talented stars vince had hired and you quickly became the only one he wants.

-- however, shawn wasn't the only who had an interest in you, bret had been laying it on pretty thick that he wanted you or to be close to you. he'd seen you around you people he's close to and they seemed to be happy about you.

-- bret realized very fast that shawn wanted you too, all the obnoxious flirting, the pick up lines, the attempts to convince vince to make you his love interest. classic shawn michaels. shawn could also tell that bret had eyes on you, all the sweet, lovey-dovey nicknames, the silent glances, he just knew.

-- now, you weren't stupid, you could tell they both were off of their feet for you. so why not have fun with it.

-- you'd flirt with bret in general, but specifically Infront of shawn because shawn looks like he's about to blow steam out his ears. bret getting jealous was a sight to see, shawn was quite touchy with you, whenever you were around there was always a hand around your waist. bret would immediately sweep into the conversation or whatever was happening to be close to you, and just because he can, to piss shawn off.

-- you and bret were hanging out in your locker room when things got a little heated. it ended with you on his lap, hands tangled in each others hair, making out for god knows how long.

-- later that day, even the blind can tell that something happened between you and bret. shawn could see it too, and was he livid. you? and bret? seriously the most unfunny joke.

-- something about seeing shawn all pissed off was a little funny to you. like wow ur mad mad huh

-- on a random night, the roster was celebrating something, you couldn’t even remember what it was. all you could think about was how this night will end. shawn had you on his lap, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. crazy, because bret was barely one or two meters away from you. shawn knew what he was doing, you knew what he was doing and so did bret.

-- shawn held up a glass of cherry vodka to your lips, gently holding your jaw as the drink rushed down your throat. “good girl” he whispered before beginning to kiss your neck. he locked eyes with bret as he began to kiss your shoulder, your head thrown back on his shoulder.

-- and oh boy, was bret pissed. how fucking dare shawn touch his girl who wasn’t his girl right in front of him? publicly too? the ghetto bret was on the verge of flipping the chair he was on, choosing to leave the room instead of picking a fight.

-- needless to say, while you woke up in shawn’s arms the next morning, bret couldn’t sleep because of your noises that night. he was the room next door.

-- you knew what you were doing too, but hey, not like anyone in your position would mind being fought over by two hot men who were wrapped around your finger. you could have both shawn and bret on their knees if you wanted.

-- shawn would always fuck you in his dressing room, especially in front of the mirror. something about seeing your body covered in hickeys and bite marks that he gave you was so fucking hot to him. he’d even go as far as shaping a letter ‘S’ on the side of your neck.

-- and when bret saw it, yikes. he put his own letters ‘B’ and ‘H’ in both of your inner thighs so that if shawn decided to go down on you that week, it’d be his reminder that you’re not his.

-- the situation ended up boiling over, and you had a threesome. they still fought, fought over who can please you most, who can make you cum harder, who leaves the darkest hickey, who makes you scream louder. (CAN YOU IMAGINE)

-- “if you two are good for me, i’ll let you share” shawn knees almost gave out at the thought of being good for you, and bret never realized that he had a submissive bone in his body until you said that.

-- you wouldn’t be able to walk properly after being with shawn, and you weren’t able to wear revealing gear with bret. it was either one or the other.

-- something that shawn was proud of was how sometimes he’d pass by you, knowing that his cum was dripping down your legs and that you could barely stand still while talking to bret.

-- bret, on the other hand, would always, always leave his hand print on your ass and around your throat, knowing how much that pisses shawn off

-- it’s a fun time for the three of you, but the boys will never admit it.

[kamabrahr]

Hi! Could you do hc’s of what dating 90’s HBK would include? If you’re busy then ignore this!! xoxo

I was, and now I'm not!

I'm lying, I have a bunch of paperwork to do but let's break myself back into writing habits with this one! I do apologize for the long wait, darling!

GN!Reader Dating '90s HBK Headcanons

Some funsies with our favorite Boy Toy under the cut!

It started with being friends, good friends. Shawn was...a bit of a mess, and you can't help but help him out in any way you can. People actually don't quite believe it when you're hanging out with each other and say you're close friends.

His dating life was one of his many little messes, and you were there to either fend for him or call him out for his idiocy; you weren't biased, always fair and just. Shawn likes that about you. You're a sweet person, but you never sugarcoat things.

He's always been hands-on; hugs and kisses were expected whenever you're in his reach, and you've grown accustomed to it, he did this to everyone, after all. You start to notice, though, that he starts to linger on them, heartbeats matching in each embrace, the heat of his lips leaving your body light and weak, and you hoped that he felt the same...

...Bad idea, you thought, fearing that you'd just be a name on his long list, that you'd lose him if you gave into it. So you remained stoic as you can be, you had to be the good friend, you had to, Shawn needs a friend, not another one on his bed.

Watching him work out way after you're finished is one of your favorite things, you'd comment on his shape or form or help him count (he always keeps going and doesn't stop), or just chat to keep him company as the gym became emptier, sometimes it was just the two of you.

That was the case that night, and you were a bit curious to see he was blowing steam. Really blowing steam. To the point you're scared he'd burst a vessel and told him to calm down, take a breath, before he breaks the chains on the punching bag. You asked him what's wrong, what made him so angry, and chuckled when he said he was pissed because some people were making sexual comments about you. You shrug it off, you've heard it, it's harsh but it's part of the business. You thank Shawn anyway and tell him not to worry, but that only got him angrier.

"I hate it when they said they'd do all those things to you, like an object, you're not, I don't even want to go that far with you because I'm scared I'll make a mistake and do the same like I do with everyone -"

Oh.

So he did feel the same way, and, like water and fire, steam was created, like steam from him being so angry, like him blowing off steam now with you...

He was an even greater lover than you'd ever dream in your deepest, darkest fantasies. As he'd fear, he keeps himself clear-headed as he can, he's always aware of what he's doing, making sure every moment was cherished, remembered, Shawn constantly asked if it was okay, and all you could manage to say other than his name was yes. Yes.

He's extremely public with declaring himself dating you and being as affectionate as he can in public.

Neck kisses and having his hands on your thighs were particularly his favorites. He was never rough with it, he only goes rough when you say yes when he asks, after all, but it still makes your temperature rise to the roof whenever he slides over you and claims you with all these eyes witnessing it.

At first, you assume it was his way of marking territory since there were those comments made about you that got the both of you here in the first place.

But no, he's actually proud he's your boyfriend, and even without you he'd gush about how lovely and precious you are to other people - co-workers, friends, family, interviews...

You asked if it was a good idea for him to do promos mentioning you, would he lose fans? All those swooning over him...

"If they can't handle me hitting the jackpot with the best they'd never have, too bad for them," he commented, face buried in your chest as he snuggled close to you.

He always thinks so highly of you, and you had to remind him that this is an equal relationship, please, stop buying all these expensive gifts, it's his love and dedication and most of all, company you care about the most.

That always brings a goofy grin to his face. And somehow you both end up naked together somewhere soon after; how much stamina does he have? Will you be able to keep up?

The cutest and also, simultaneously, the most embarrassing thing you see him have and show off is a whole photo album of you and him that he always keeps with him while he travels. Not even counting the photos in his wallet, or the one in the multiple lockets he has...

If you're not there with him where he is, he'll call you immediately when he's free. "You don't know how much just your voice can do to me". Well, the same goes for him to you.

Whenever he's back, he'll immediately jump for you and pull you into the biggest hug, reminiscent of your time as just friends, but much sweeter, and you wish you could just stay there forever.

You yourself find kissing his hands, how strong yet careful they are, and running your hands through his hair some of the most intimate moments, even beyond the actual intimate moments. Shawn is comfortable and relaxed with you, and often would fall asleep in your lap minutes after you treat him so sweetly. It were moments like these that you appreciate how far the both of you had gotten.

The fact that he flusters and blushes when anyone mentions the both of you tying the knot has you feeling all kinds of ways. Maybe it's the fact that he never gets flustered any other times. Maybe it's the fact that his hand immediately goes to the chunky watch you gave him, that he adjusts to be to your time if he's travelling far. Maybe it's how he clutches his other wrist, one where you have your own bracelet, sparkling metallic chains, as if he misses it, misses you.

Or maybe, it's the prospect of him finally saying it, a ring in his hands. For now, though...this was enough. You both loved each other to death, and, maybe, again, it'll fade away, and someday you'll just be a ghost of a memory to him...

...But for now, this love was enough.

[rainchyna]

anger + pent up frustration = smut w/ hbk <3

can i just say, your fucking MIND????

warnings! [shawn is p i s s e d, y/nick/name, your/ring/name, shawn has quite the obvious crush on the reader, flirting ??? hella under developed like fr fr , awful attempt at humor, this moves supppper fast deadass, the smut is softer than i like, oral (f), squirting, pet names (doll, sweetheart, etc) language obv]

didn’t double check – pretend there’s no mistakes <3

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you could feel your blood quite literally boil as your eyes scanned through todays card, one singular particular match made you want to rip your hair out.

CHRISTIAN & EDGE vs. THE NEW BROOD (Jeff Hardy & Matt Hardy) (w/Gangrel)

[SPECIAL GUESTS ON COMMENTARY: HEARTBREAK KID AND Y/R/N]

good fucking god, vince mcmahon's brain must function in ways specifically to piss you off, no one had given you heads up or anything about you being commentary. now, the things is, you don't any problems with being on commentary, especially being that you were going to watch the hardy boys and, edge and chrisitan wrestle, these were some of your absolute favourite people. your problem was being on commentary with the heartbreak kid, shawn michael. on your life, there's no body hated moree than that guy. shawn michaels? fuck him with a capital F. you had began an on-screen fued with him which quicky turned into one in real life. shawn was an overall pain in the ass. you knew the way vince was thinking, he's trying to milk the fuck out of this fued, which was working. this was certainly going to get people talking. oh, were the fans gonna love this. as your face was in your palm, you heard heels clicking down the hallways, you look up and it was stephanie, "hey y/n/n, are you okay?" she asks, "i have commentary with shawn later!" you groaned, leaning back agaisnt the wall. "aw, c'mon it'll be fine, it'll be funny" she said, rubbing your shoulder. "no, it won't! shawn is fucking annoying!" she smiled at you before saying "you know how a kid bullies their crush because they don't know how to say how they feel?" you narrowed your eyes, head tilted as you were trying to understand what she was saying.

oh?

oh.

oh. c'mon, him?!

"you're not serious." you say, stephanie just flashed a smile and walked away. "you're not just gonna walk away, are you?!" she just blows you a kiss, you roll your eyes and walk back to your locker room. you slump back into your couch. "that fucking bitch" you mumble. god, did the thought of shawn piss you off, that stupid handsome bastard. what no, not handsome, hot! yeah, wait not fucking hot..he is pretty..hot... stupid! yeah that's the word. what even am i thinking off. you close you eyes for a second, only for shawn's pretty dumb smile to flash across your mind. "good god!" you exclaim out loud. a knock on the door interrupts your under-developed rage fit, janelle de'leon, you make-up artist walk in, dragging a load off of clothes under her arms, shoes and heels under the other arm and her make-up bag between her teeth. "hwlp meh" she mumbles, you quickly grab the bag and some of the clothes, placing them on the sofa next to where you were seated. "what's all this about?" you ask eyeing the clothes, bright white with red heart prints, leather jackets with sliver buttons, pink and black berrets, and so much more patterns that almost left you colour-blind. "stephaine sent you the shoes, gotta get you ready for the commentary segment later" she said as she began setting down the usual items for your make-up. "and the clothes, the make-up?" you ask, picking up one of the hats, examining it. "shawn michales sent them" she nonchalantly replied. "i beg your fucking pardon?"

janelle blows you a kiss, "he also sent this". you look at your reflection in your little booth's mirror, only for your own confused face to stare back at you. you couldn't even lie, these clothes were pretty. "c'mere, gotta make you even prettier for later" janelle said with a smile.

as you lathered on the last layer on red lip gloss, janelle gave your hair one last brush through, "you know what, shawn has both good in clothes and wome- mhm. nevermind" she said quickly turning around as she began to pack up the make-up. "mhm? what do you mean?" you ask, "maybe, just a little, teeny tiny bit, shawn has a crush on you" she said. you roll your eyes at her, before looking back at your hair in the mirror. "aw c'mon, y/n. shawn actually really likes you, everyone can tell" she said "well i can't" you say, "seriously? look at the gear you're wearing right now, do the red hearts on the white silk remind you of someone? the red lipstick? the barret?" janelle pointed out. you look down at what you were wearing, it all clicked. it looked oddly similar to shawn's ring gear, you groan out loud realizing why he sent the clothes. "it's about time you get yourself a man, y/n" janelle finally said, zipping up the make-up before leaving the room and you just there as stephaine's words from earlier echoed through your head.

"you know how a kid bullies their crush because they don't know how to say how they feel?"

maybe he's not that bad..

NO MERCY! 1999

you stood in gorilla waiting for your moment to go out, "alright, you're on!" a staff said, your music hit and you immediately ran out to the stage, the fans' screams and cheers deafening. jerry lawler and jim ross commenting about how beautiful you look, as you walked down the ramp your high five as many fans as you can even hugging a little girl in the process. you made your way down to where you were supposed to sit, next to jerry. you put on your headphones, and before you're even comfortable in your seat, the loud, three, recognizable, feminine moans echoed throughout the arena and shawn's music hit driving the fans even crazier, with you both out here, the fans knew something iconic was about to go down, you rolled your eyes, but couldn't help the tiny smile that creeped up your lips, so you ended up covering your face 'in annoyance'. shawn made his way down the ramp and towards you, jim and the king. jim and jerry were talking about the event, and you and shawn being here on commentary when you felt him tap on your shoulder, you side-eye him, he moved closer, removing your headphones before whispering in your ear. "i see you got the clothes i sent you, pretty girl" his deep voice rang through your ears, "you're not as slick as you think you are, dummy. i know why you did this" you say looking away. "that red lipstick makes you look so fucking good, baby" "you're enjoying this way too much, aren't you?" you hiss. "oh lord, they're already up each other's throats!" jim said, noticing the tension between you and shawn.

the match had started for about ten minutes, edge, christian and the hardys will always be able to put on increadible matches. you would've enjoyed the match. you would've. but, shawn sitting right next to you, talking every 0.001 seconds, distracting you, made it unenjoyable for you. "you know what shawn, if you talked this much during matches, i know for fact that i can talk you out of you intercontinental championship" you said, annoyance lacing your voice.

“you? an IC champion? please!" he scoffed.

“oh yes please, you'll get a fucking beating if you ever end in the ring with me" you spat.

“if you just wanna see me half-naked and sweaty, you can very nicely ask, y/r/n" he smirked, "would rather die than see that" well, you weren't exactly being truthful... "that would not be a sight to see" you added.

"wouldn't be the sight to see?! i'm the sexiest man in this company!"

"i beg to differ"

"oh, fuck you!"

"fuck me yourself, coward!" you spat.

by now the crowd was more invested in your argument more than the match, and jim and jerry were laughing with tears almost running down their faces. this was a gold mine!

for the rest of the night, you tried to not have the match be overshadowed by you and shawn's bickering. and as soon as it ended, you immediately said goodbye to ross and lawler, fliping shawn off and blowing kisses to the crowd. as you went backstage, the first thing you saw was vince laughing hysterically, with the biggest smile you've ever seen from him, "y/n! i never realized how much of promo genius you are! did you write that yourself?" he asked. vince never really praised any promo that much, let alone an unscripted one. "uh, no. i kinda just got caught in the moment and spat shit, y'know?" you say. "well just saying. that was really damn good" you smile at him "thank you!" atleast you got something out of this damn brawl.

backstage.

you hadn't even fully sat down sat down before you heard a knock on you door, you sigh before getting up to unlock the door. you didn't even get to see who it was, as you were pushed back against the opposite wall, the door slamming loud behind you. strong arms had pinned against the wall as a tall figure towered you. you looked up only to see shawn looking down at you, and you could've sworn he was burning holes into your eyes. one of his hands canged both of yours above your head, while the other held onto your waist pulling you close to him. you can smell the strong cologne that he used, ut was slowly intoxicating you, he didn't even say a word, he immediately kissed you. something thing in the back of your head told you to kiss him back, so you did. and god did it feel good. you really didn't want to enjoy this, you really didn't. but the way he was holding you close to him, the way his lips were moving against yours, everything for some reason felt right.

he pulled away from you, and even though you were both professional wreslters, you were both out of breath, "fuck me yourself coward? i'll show you" oh shit, a slight smirk found it's way to your face. you never really understood why shawn had this effect on you, and why specifically him. he'd have you rolling your eyes everytime he'd so not discreetly check you out, but blushing the second he'd walk away. giggling to yourself like school girl inlove everytime he'd drop a flirty comment, but you'd dry your hardest to look annoyed. at some point you even thought that he'd show up in your dreams. his lips meets yours again, your hands are lost in his soft, golden hair. your lips push and pull against each other as his tongue dances with yours. “jump” he mumbled against your lips and you immediately do as you’re told. you wrap you legs around his torso as he holds your outer thighs, his lips make their way to your neck, licking and biting placing as many love bites as he can, leaving you breathless. “shawn, please do something” you moan, “oh, i will” he mutters against your neck. pulling you away from the wall, he gently places you on the sofa facing the door before climbing on top of you and kissing you again. you can feel him ever so slightly grind against you, so you grind back onto him earning a light groan from him. he slides your shirt off of you, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses until he reached the hem of your pants, his eyes meet yours for a second, you nod at him letting him know that you wanted this. he pulls down your pants, removing them from your legs revealing your pretty lace panties, that were now unbearably sticky with your wetness. shawn’s big hands move up from your legs to your hips, gently, he tugs off your underwear tossing it next to your other garments that had pooled on the floor. he pulls your legs apart before getting on his knees in front of you, you close your eyes, bracing yourself for what he’s about to do and the second they’re completely shut, you feel his warm tongue against your slit. his tongue moves smoothly against your delicate flesh, teasing your clit with little nibs every now and then. “y-you did-dn’t lock the door” you stutter, “we’ll g-get caught”, he chuckles. “that’s the fun part”. one of his hands keeps your legs open as the other teases your slit, he slowly pushes two of his fingers inside you, causing you to whine loudly, “you’re being pretty loud for someone who doesn’t wanna get caught” he smirks, and as much as you wanted to say something back, you couldn’t. his fingers were working magic inside you, curling inside you and stretching you out, he pushed another fingers inside you. your brain went blank, and your body was heating up quickly, he dove back in between your legs, the pressure on your clit from his tongue was too much, you can feel your orgasm building up fast. “s-shawn” you whimpered, you grabbed as fistful of his hair making him groan into your pussy, sending shivers up your spine, “shawn, p-please, oh fuck, fuck” you cried. your back arched and your vision became hazy, “cum for me” he mumbles against you, you body processed before your mind did, and you were cumming on his face. a loud whimper escaped your lips as you felt him pull away from you, “so sweet for me, pretty girl” he says. you look at him, eyes droopy, his lips and chin glistened with your juices, his hair was messy and you can see his boner through his tight pants.

“w-want you inside” you say, his lips curl into his classic shit-eating grin, “think you can handle me, doll?” you roll your eyes, fixing you position on the sofa, “do you want to find out, or are you just gonna stand there?” you say. his hands messily undo his pants, as he shimmies out of them, you can properly see the tent that had formed in his pants, pre-cum staining his grey boxers. the sight was enough to have you drooling, “think you deserve it?” shawn said maintaining eye contact with you, you quickly nod your head, needing him more than ever. “think you can handle me darlin’?” his texan accent twangs, he holds your face in one of his hands, other patting your hair. “yes, sir” you reply. he smirk before kissing you. a deep, lustful one. so passionate you can feel him pouring his soul into it, pulling away from you, you both attempt to catch your swiftly stolen breath, you take some time to admire how genuinely beautiful shawn was. from his sharp, defined jawline to the curve of his pink lips. his high cheek bones to his gorgeous blue eyes. his thick eyebrows furrowed as he caught you deep in thought, “what are you thinkin’ about, pretty?”

let me sit on your face.

“you.”

“being cute ain’t gonna get you anywhere. you’ll get it good for being a smart ass, baby. you’re mine and only mine from now on” he says, finally pulling off his boxers as they had gotten uncomfortably tight around him. only his. his cock sprang out, slapping against his abdomen, his tip was a bright, angry pinkish-red. he was both long and thick, definitely bigger than average. way bigger, and for a split second you questioned whether or not he’ll fit. he moved on top of you, your arms immediately wrapped themselves around his neck, put he pushed them away, pinning them above your head, his other hand aligned his cock with your soaking cunt. he slowly pushed himself inside you, you bit down on your lips trying to drown down you moans. “s-shawn” you cried, “i know, baby i know” he bottomed out, mumbling against your neck. he slowly began rocking against you, moving so well inside you tears were forming in the corners of your eyes, he moved up, his hand gripping onto your hip as the other kept your hands away. his thrusts began getting faster and deeper, your back arched, mouth falling open as you struggled to let out anything that wasn’t his name, you clenched tightly around him. “fuck baby, y-you wanna k-keep doin’ that, i’ll fill you up.” he groaned, his hand moved up from your hips to your waist, upwards towards you breasts, then towards your neck were he had left several marks, a little gift to you remind you who you belong to. he wraps his fingers around you neck, just tight enough so that you’re mind numbingly marinated in pleasure. his hips pick up speed, the sofa beneath you shakes as he thrusts into you so deep you swear you can feel him near your lungs. the pressure that had built up inside you was too much to handle, “m’ gonna cum, shawn, i-i, cumming!” you gasp. “do it, cum all over me sweetheart” he encourages. your body goes limp as your orgasm pushes through you, yet he doesn’t cease his movements. you couldn’t tell if he’s chasing his own high, or if he’s trying to overstimulate you. you let a out a loud shudder as his hand finally lets go of yours before latching itself onto your clit, massaging and rubbing it harshly. you could feel another orgasm building up, you couldn’t handle it. “sha-shawn, i c-can’t, too sensitive” you whimper. “hold on for me doll, a-almost th-there” he moans. you tried, you really tried, but you squirted all over his abdomen, soaking him in your arousal. the sight of you squirting on him like that triggered shawn’s orgasm, he collapsed on top of you as his hot, sticky cum coated your walls. your eyes were barely open, and your breathing was not steady. “you still there, pretty?” he asks, you mumble incoherencies as your eyes slowly opened. “what are you saying?” he asks, “you tell anyone, and ‘m killing you” you say, a light smile tugging on your lips, “whatever you want, sweetheart”.