#WWE headcanons

[rainchyna]

⌗ ˚ ͙◌˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝐇𝐇𝐇 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟗𝟎𝘀˖ ࣪ .ִֶָ

(f!reader, fluff, language, mentions of drug and alcohol use, smuttish, i've lost my touch i fear)

⏾ you didn't really care for hunter when he first joined the wwf. you didn’t exactly know who he was, you just saw him around backstage. he wasn’t exactly memorable to you, he had the basic wrestler look. 6’3, blond, muscular. not much to think about.

⏾ hunter, on the other hand, had his eyes on the prize way before signing with wwf. you had been established in the company as women’s champion at the time, the company heavily relied on you as their top female draw. you were great, the fans loved you, and your merch sold.

⏾ after he was signed, he’d just admire you from afar, you were so effortlessly cool. you've always been his wrestling crush. you were beyond talented, bombshell of a beauty, so, so sweet, and well liked by everyone. of course everyone liked you, look at you. the things he would’ve done to even be near you.

⏾ hunter began hanging out with shawn (who had essentially recruited him for the kliq) almost immediately. you and shawn were really good friends at the time, as vince had put the tag team belts on you and shawn as a joke. shawn could immediately tell that hunter had a thing for you, the way he could barely pull a proper "hello" when you're around immediately gave it away. hunter's eyes would be glued to your face, and up and down your body, he'd immediately smile and look away, slightly blushing when you'd even glance at him.

"dude, what's all that about?"

"don't. don't even, I just-.. she's.. wow."

"do you want me to introduce you-"

"yes, please."

⏾ you were somehow, magically, (backstage politically, shawn michaels sends his regards) dragged into a romance angle with hunter. he was the new signing, and the company wanted to give him a little push. so, now you two were forced to be around each other a lot. you dropped the tag belts soon there after, but kept the women's championship.

⏾ he had kept his french aristocrat gimmick from wcw, but instead of Jean Paul Levesque, he was now Hunter Hearst Helmsley. you were his ‘wife’, y/n y/l/n-helmsley, you escorted him into the ring, interfered in his matches, and cut promos with him. you spent a lot of time on and off the road with him, it's not like either of you had a choice.

⏾ you two slowly became friends, though the dynamic was a bit weird at first since he seemed to be a big fan of you. he kept up some of his 'aristocratic' behaviours, he was trying so hard to win you over. he'd hold doors open for you, always keep as seat open for you, push chairs in and out for you, carry your stuff whether it's a bag or a championship belt.

⏾ and warm up to him, you did. you thought he was really sweet, even though he'd give you 'funny eyes' when you worked out together. hunter was always complimenting you, your matches, your gear, your looks, anything. if he could find a way into your heart, he sure was going to sweet-talk his way there.

"your match was so good earlier, I watched the whole thing."

"yeah, I know. I saw you at the commentary table, burning holes into my body."

"how could I not? you're so talented, and you looked so damn gorgeous."

⏾ a friendship was beginning to blossom between you two, he was actually genuinely so lovely. it was nice for once to not be the only one sober when the rest of the kliq were either drunk or stoned off their mind. you two became the friend groups 'parents', and were often left alone when shawn, kev, scott and sean were passed out.

⏾ you could talk to him for hours about the most random things ever, whether it was wrestling, music, life, ways to get the idiots on the floor to sober up, it was just so easy to talk to him. you two had a whole lotta chemistry in real life, and it translated into the ring.

⏾ having you almost as a 'mentor' to his french gentleman character was constantly messing with his brain. it was like the really hot, popular girl tutoring the new guy in class.

⏾ you were trying to hard to teach him how to cut a babyface promo, but he just couldn't do it the way you wanted him to. he was just a natural heel. you ended up convincing vince to turn you both heel, as it would've been better for him. but, as you turned heel, vince wanted you two to turn up the sexual element of your on screen relationship.

⏾ you were now all over each other at all times, you were wearing shorter dresses, unbuttoning his white shirt before matches for him, he was constantly groping you and kissing your neck, just touchy.

⏾ you two immediately became significantly closer. the tension from your fake relationship spilling into your friendship. it was obvious, something was happening here.

⏾ you two were now hanging out without shawn, or the chaos of the kliq, just one on one. you work out together in hotel gyms, go on coffee runs because the coffee in the arena sucks, eat together in catering way before or after lunch breaks so you can be with each other in peace. sometimes, you'd just sit together just to be in each other's presence.

⏾ you and hunter were entering the mutual crush phase, and it was so beyond obvious to everyone around you.

⏾ shawn was your biggest fan, no one wanted you two to get together more than he did. he was always teasing you two, making loud kissing noises when you and hunter were doing literally anything, 'your girlfriend' to hunter's face when you were right there. shawn would even purposefully create situations where you and hunter had to be basically breathing each other's air. whether it's him taking up more space in cars so you'd be forced to sit on hunter's lap, or talking one of the boys who didn’t need much convincing into locking you two in a a tiny closet.

⏾ then degeneration-x formed, you two couldn't escape each other now.

⏾ shawn lobbied hard for you and hunter to be in the faction, and it was immediate perfection. it became a public secret that you and hunter had something going on, everyone backstage was so aware of it, and the fans began seeing it during shows. it was obvious it wasn't just the 'y/n and hunter are married' thing, even commentary would make jokes about it.

⏾ it went from casual friends, to close friends, to no one really knows what's going in with you two. now became stolen glances, hidden touches, whispered words, longing looks, painful yearning. hunter was always hugging you, his arms were always around your shoulders or you waist, hand glued to your hip, heart eyes.

⏾ you two were almost always cuddled up, hunter didn't care if people talked, he was obsessed with you. he wanted to always be near you, to be the one who made you laugh, to be the one who made you feel safe and love. he would even kiss your head and cheeks, he didn't care who saw. the relentless teasing was worth it, all the jokes and the stares. it was all worth those couple minutes of intimacy.

⏾ but he wanted more, both of you did.

⏾ it all boiled up to a moment when are four of you were on the road. shawn had stopped the car, and him and chyna went into a convenient store to buy some snacks and drinks. you and hunter were sitting in the back seat when he turned to you, and asked;

"why aren't i your boyfriend?"

"you haven't asked me-"

"can you please be my girlfriend? like please?"

"yeah, i would love that."

⏾ by the time shawn and chyna came back, you two were busy making out, not paying attention to anything but each other. shawn loudly knocked on the window, "happy for you, idiots, but not in my car." he said, chyna laughing in the background.

⏾ hunter is so obsessed with you.

⏾ hunter is also such a jealous boyfriend. it took him so long to finally have you all to himself, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let you get away from him. he fucking hated the way some wrestlers backstage looked at you, sometimes even the fans at ringside pissed him off. you were his, and his alone.

⏾ he would possessively show you off. if someone in particular was annoying him, he'd pull you as close as possible to him, sometimes on his lap if he could. he'd hold and kiss you while holding eye contact with that person. he didn't give a fuck, you were his.

⏾ he'd also refuse to let you out of his sight. if you had a match, or a promo, he's there watching, the furthest he could be was gorilla. if you had to change, he was in your locker room. he was always there, but he had limits, of course. if you wanted to be left alone, he respected your boundaries.

⏾ he was so protective of you, so, so protective. he hates seeing you upset, or bothered. he would do anything to make his girl happy. he didn't care if he had to spend his entire cheque spoiling you, hunter would go to hell back to see you smile.

"is that a diamond fucking ring?"

"anything for my baby."

⏾ loves, loves, loves when you ask him to give you head. that man is a munch, i don't care what anyone thinks. especially as he gets older, baby, that alone gets him off.

⏾ absolutely adores seeing you in his clothes, specifically in his leather jackets.

⏾ super touchy. whether it's a hand around your waist, around your shoulders, finger hooked on a belt loop on your pants. hunter always needs contact, especially when emotions are high. you're the only person who he could feel genuinely and wholly vulnerable with.

⏾ huge on cheek and forehead kisses

⏾ genuinely, has a sexual thing for you sitting his lap. has something to do with him being so much bigger than you.

⏾ massive daddy kink, even worse sir kink.

⏾ also has thing for seeing you in his merch, or anything with his name on it.

⏾ literally gets so annoyed and straight up upset when you have to do anything. he wants you to just sit back and relax, he wants to take care of you all the time. hates seeing you up on your feet doing something he could do for you. he gets borderline embarrassed.

“where are you going?”

“to get.. water..?”

“water? mhm, what else do you want?”

“uhm.. a sandwich…?”

“seat your ass the fuck down, then.”

⏾ you’re so beyond spoiled in this relationship. want a sandwich? he’ll start with making his own bread from scratch. need a change of clothes? here’s his comfiest hoodie, while he does your laundry. want to paint your nails? gel, or regular polish? you want a diamond ring? do you want that lab grown or naturally mined?

⏾ when he began growing his beard, he became absolutely in love with you trimming and cleaning it up for him. he closeness, having you on his lap, the bathroom smells like aftershave and your perfume, your clothes are slightly damp and he can’t get that silly smile of his face for you to actually work.

⏾ you’re his bestest friend :(

⏾ constantly reminds you that he loves you, mostly because he’s loves hearing you telling him you love him back.

⏾ gets the most raging boners when you tug on his hair. like, this man is borderline whimpering when your fingers barely graze his scalp.

⏾ the second you’re on your knees for him, he loses his mind. it’s like he can’t breathe anymore.

⏾ LIVES between your thighs. his eyes barely open, licking and sucking, he’s humping the bed beneath him. it’s gets him off so much. (i’m obsessed w this can u tell)

⏾ sit on his face, smother him. his nose takes care of your clit. (iykyk)

⏾ “angel” and “baby” are his favourite nicknames for you.

⏾ one of his favourite things to do was to rub the fact that you’re his in the faces of your fanboys. he lived for it, it gave him an excuse to be all over you on national television. the explicitness of dx also added to him being just inappropriate on live television.

“see this? see all of this? *actively groping you*, i get to have this gorgeous, sexy woman all to myself *more groping ofc*. and you pathetic scums can’t have her, you can just watch. *groping intensifies*”

“suck it? i mean, as long as it’s this pretty little thing”

⏾ (stupidly) flirts with you like his life depends on it

“ya come here often?”

“??? we both work here.”

⏾ 5939/10, need him. need him bad

[tyissolavish]

could you do little!dominik Mysterio head cannons?

of course!!! he’s my favorite boy in the entire world i loveeee baby dom

-regresses super young, like 1-4 years old headspace.

-he’s definitely a velcro kid and cries if you don’t take him everywhere you go, even if it’s just across the hallway at home. if you don’t tell him what you’re doing and where you’re going, he just wails until he gets to come with you.

-total opposite to the way he is in everyday life. the smart mouthed, easily annoyed brat persona people see isn’t like him at all. he’s usually rather meek, always keeping his fingers wrapped into your shirt or your belt buckles. he usually lets you speak for him and he will get behind you when he feels like he needs to be guarded away from something scary.

-super attached to his pacifier and his stuffie. the stuffie is one of the plush animals that has a rattle inside and he’s absolutely in awe at the sounds of the rattle, even after he’s had it for the longest time.

-token crybaby. he can’t verbally communicate as well when he’s regressed and he usually ends up crying/whining rather than being able to vocalize what he wants. though half the time he’s pouting over silly things, like the laundry being done or the weather outside.

-so many nightlights. literally plugged in random places all over the house so he’s not scared to walk through the house with his caregivers when it’s dark. he has one of the projector nightlights as well that shows stars n stuff on the ceiling and he really likes when it’s turned on.

-loves to have sweets and snacks but downright refuses food that isn’t chicken tenders or fries. he’ll eat mac and cheese sometimes, but only if it’s white cheddar.

-he’s regressed at work pretty often and it’s usually never an issue. the main roster has grown to love baby dominik, even volunteering to babysit or help keep him occupied when you’re working or busy with segments that he’s not included in. he’s an extremely shy and polite baby, so he’s never causing problems for anyone.

-he’s easily entertained and he loves simple things like playing peekaboo or playing with simple baby toys like plastic keys, blocks, etc. he has to be watched carefully though, because he tries to put everything in his mouth despite always having a pacifier and a backup on standby.

-literally always wants to drink milk in some form. whether it be just whole milk, strawberry milk, anything of the sort. he’s always got a sippy cup of milk if not a bottle, but he’s been known to accidentally knock stuff over and spill it so he usually only has bottles when his caregivers can feed him.

-he loves rubber duckies so bath time is super easy, just give him all his duckies and let him babble away.

-baby babbler. he thinks you understand him if you play along and he’s always very chatty and bubbly, even though he’s almost never speaking actual words.

-he loves bedtime stories and his favorite is the velveteen rabbit, but he’s content to listen to any of them as long as the endings aren’t too sad.

-he’s not easily impressed with cartoons or tv shows, but there are a few he’s absolutely obsessed with. he loves care bears, dinosaur train, bluey, original looney toons, tom and jerry, mickey mouse, and the muppets.

-has to be put in a playpen or some type of enclosed space when his caregivers are cooking dinner so he doesn’t sit directly at their feet and cause accidents in the kitchen.

-he loves soft and fuzzy things!! pajamas, blankets, stuffies, clothes, everything!! especially if they’re some form of cow print. he’s very very proud to tell everyone about all his “moo moos”

i think that’s all for now, but i definitely could write baby dominik forever and still have more left to write!!

[bloodlineslut]

Dating Jey Uso would include…

Images/GIFs aren’t mine, credits to rightful owners.

Warnings: mentions of sexy time activities

-him upgrading all of your shoes. suddenly, you were getting all of the latest drops from every sneakerhead brand imaginable.

-him getting you a grill so you could both be stuntin’ on everybody.

-going to all of his matches, being right there in the crowd with a fathead sign of him that you kissed, leaving red kisses all over his face to let everyone know he was your man.

-massaging his sore muscles after an intense workout or match.

-“Ah. Baby that hurts!” Jey groans and squints his eyes.

-“I’m sorry pookie. What about right here?”

-him smacking/grabbing on your ass whenever you walked by.

-taking you on beach dates after you mentioned you loved watching the sunset and sunrise.

-laughing your ass off.

-him making sure he catered to all your kinks that include, but are not limited to: choking, spanking, sloppy kisses during sexy time, dirty talk, hair pulling, kissing your feet, & overstimulation.

-going to cookouts. every. week.

-begging him to get off the game with either jimmy, solo, or roman so you two could cuddle.

-working out/training together.

-"Come on mama, you got 3 more, you can do it.”

-“Jey. My arms are about to fall off.”

-him helping you take down your protective hair style whether it be braids, a sew in, lace front, etc.

-having to give his hair a quick line-up if time was tight.

-him teaching you how to give him said line-up.

-him wanting to be the little spoon sometimes.

-getting all the love and laughter in the world.

[4milly]

deserving; sub!roman headcanon

we all need a small break. especially your man—the most dominate man you know. be his peace. his breath of fresh air…he deserves it. (overlaps when he was champion…i miss him *sigh*)

warnings: smut.

parings: sub!roman x black!reader

sub!roman appreciated the small moments of coming home to you; a hot meal, clean house, and a hot bath waiting for him. you’d clean him off and when he’d step out the bath, you were ready to give him a massage. he always vocalized his gratitude towards you taking care of him when he needed it most.

sub!roman wasn’t always shown. your man was a true dominate—a leader. you followed him and he adored it knowing you put your entire faith and trust into him. he worked so hard in WWE. carrying the titles for damn near 3 years was starting to show work on his body, and his mental. so moments like these were rare. times when he’d let you lead him for a change.

sub!roman was a natural at pinning your hips down and digging his dick into your pussy and filling you to the brim. stretching your pussy on his dick to accommodate him, to make you cum over and over as you’d thrashed around under him…but you wanted the same reaction from him too.

sub!roman craved those releases. such as you standing behind the giant circular bathtub in your shared home, his long and girthy dick in hand as you stroked him in a sensual motion. your hand barely being able to wrap around his dick in its entirety. his head thrown backwards on his shoulder as moans emitting from his chest kissed the celling, “you like that baby?,” you quietly asked in his ear “i love the sounds you make for me baby.” you could feel his hips swiftly thrusting upwards to pump his dick in your warm hand a little faster.

sub!roman knew you wanted to join him—the ache in your pussy becoming more prominent. the sounds he made was so sexy, it made your pussy wetter and clench with each sound. you wanted to take your other hand and work yourself towards your own release, but tonight was about him. he deserved it. “tell me when you’re cumming, mkay?”

sub!roman was desparate. he was about to blow all over your hand if you kept stroking him, making sure to squeeze his angry red mushroom tip when you neared the top. “you’re doing so good, baby. you like it when i tell you how good you’re doing?” his moans growing louder as he neared his release, his chest heaving. “i know baby, i know. you’re gonna cum for me, mkay? don’t hold back. let it all out baby.” you sucked on his neck and placed loving pecs on his shoulders, increasing the pace of your strokes. “aw, fuck baby. ahh, don—don’t stop baby, please,” his voice sounding a tortured rasp “i can’t stop—i won’t. i promise. not till you cum.”

sub!roman felt the room spinning. it was dizzying. addicting, even. his mind was clouded with only one goal. he felt he body shudder before letting his mouth open on a whimper. chills raced through your spine. your wetness drenching your boy shorts. seeing him like this set you off. needy for anything you’d give him. “you said you’d always give me what i want. cum for me, baby.” your name fell from his lips as a breathless chant. his body going ridged against you before violently shaking and flexing his abs. “y-y-ahh, fuck! i’m cumming, i’m cumming.” warm hot spurts pouring out from his dick onto the top of your fist. roman always came a lot; it creating a waterfall, dripping down the sides of your hand.

sub!roman couldn’t say a word. you continued stroking, wanting to milk every bit of stress out of him “you did so good. you feel better, baby?” his head was spinning. between fighting his tremors off, catching his breath, and your hand still stroking him created an overstimulation. he let out another small whimper as he felt his dick ache for another release. his dick never falling limp, “you wanna cum again? hm? you deserve it. you work so hard, ro.”

[greengoblinswifey]

Older Wrestlers Do It Better—Shawn Michaels x Fem!Reader

summary— After winning your first Women’s Championship, you finally meet your childhood crush, Shawn Michaels. Nervously flirting with him leads to an unforgettable night where he makes your win ever better.

warnings— age gap(reader is in her 20s, shawn is in his 50s), flirting, cunnilingus, praise kink, possessive!shawn, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare.

a/n— My first Shawn Michaels fic, hope you guys enjoy <3 Literally have had a crush on him for so long🤭

Winning the Women’s Championship was the most surreal moment of your life. Years of grinding in other promotions, building your name, perfecting your craft, it had all led to this. The cheers of the crowd, the weight of the gold on your shoulder, the rush of emotions hitting you all at once as you stepped backstage.

The second you crossed the curtain, a wave of congratulations hit you. Superstars, crew members, even higher ups, everyone was there, giving you pats on the back, words of praise. You tried to take it all in, your heart still hammering from the adrenaline, when you heard it.

A deep, gruff voice behind you.

“Congratulations, champ. I’m proud of you.”

You froze. That voice. That unmistakable, slightly raspy voice. Slowly, almost in disbelief, you turned around and your breath caught in your throat.

It was him.

Shawn Michaels.

Your brain short circuited. For years, you’d admired him. Hell, if you were being honest, you’d been in love with him. Growing up, watching him on your TV screen, mesmerized by his presence, his talent, his everything. And now, here he was, standing right in front of you, looking at you like he actually knew who you were.

“Wow,” you blurted out, your voice coming out embarrassingly breathless. “Thank you.”

Shawn smirked at your obvious nerves, his arms crossing over his chest. “You earned it,” he said. “I’ve been watching you for a while now. I made sure they knew you were the real deal. You’re gonna carry this division better than anyone.”

Your heart nearly exploded. Shawn Michaels had been watching you? Shawn Michaels had put in a word for you?

“I—” You struggled to form words, your cheeks burning. “That means everything. I admire you so much, I love your work, I—” You cut yourself off before you started sounding like a crazy fangirl, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from rambling.

His smirk deepened, and before you could react, he pulled you into a hug.

Holy. Fuck.

Your face pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around you, the scent of his cologne completely overwhelming your senses. Your brain refused to function, your hands awkwardly gripping onto the back of his shirt as your cheeks burned hotter than ever.

After a few moments, he pulled back, his hand squeezing your shoulder before dropping to his side. “Didn’t wanna take up too much of your time,” he said. “Enjoy your night, champ.”

And just like that, he was gone, leaving you standing there like an absolute fool.

Later, after the chaos of the night settled, you were lounging with Rhea, Tiffany, and Liv in the locker room, all of them still hyped over your win.

“You killed it out there,” Rhea said, nudging you with a proud grin.

Tiffany nodded, flipping her hair. “And let’s be real, your skin looks so good with gold.”

“Thanks, guys. But guess who congratulated me? And—” You leaned in dramatically. “Was apparently partially responsible for my win?”

The girls exchanged curious looks. “Who?” Liv asked.

You took a breath for dramatic effect. “Shawn. Fucking. Michaels.”

The reaction was instant. Rhea’s eyes widened, Tiffany gasped, and Liv practically shrieked.

“Your crush?” Rhea said.

“The man you said you wanted to marry?” Tiffany added.

“Exactly,” you confirmed, still trying to process it yourself.

“And?” Liv pressed. “Did you keep your cool, or did you embarrass yourself?”

You groaned, throwing your head back. “Oh, I embarrassed myself. I was all nervous, blushing like an idiot, barely forming words. But he hugged me. I swear I almost passed out.”

“Okay, but what does this mean? Do you think he was flirting?” Tiffany laughed.

“God, I hope so,” you muttered before sighing dramatically. “I just want him so bad. He’s so fine. And you know I love older men. Like, I would give anything for him to fuck me hard. With eye contact, might I add. Older men just do it better—”

The sudden silence from the girls made your stomach drop.

You saw their eyes widen, their mouths slightly open, and the moment Rhea subtly nodded toward something behind you, you knew.

Slowly, dreading what you were about to see, you turned around.

And there he was.

Shawn Michaels.

Standing right behind you.

Smirking.

Your heart fell straight to the floor. You were so done. Absolutely finished. WWE was going to strip you of your title, fire you, and blacklist you from the industry.

Shawn crossed his arms, looking far too amused for your liking. “Whenever you’re free and ready to leave,” he said smoothly, “meet me in my dressing room.”

You nodded, entirely incapable of forming words.

He winked before walking off, leaving you frozen in place, your entire soul leaving your body.

The second he was out of earshot, the girls erupted into laughter, squealing and shaking you like you’d just won the lottery.

“You are so lucky,” Tiffany gasped, fanning herself.

Liv was practically in tears. “Oh my god, I thought you were gonna die on the spot.”

Rhea smirked, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “Well, champ, looks like your childhood crush just became your reality.”

Your brain was still catching up. Shawn Michaels had heard you. Shawn Michaels wanted you to meet him.

Holy. Shit. You were in for one hell of a night.

Shawn was waiting when you stepped into his dressing room, leaning back on the couch with that signature smirk.

“You took your time,” he teased.

Your heart pounded as you shut the door. “Trying to recover from the fact that you heard all of that.”

“Oh, I heard every word, sweetheart,” he chuckled.

You groaned, covering your face. “God, that was so embarrassing.”

He pried your hands away. “Nah, I liked what I heard.” His smirk deepened. “Older men do it better, huh?”

Your face burned. “Are you gonna keep bringing that up?”

“Maybe,” he said, tilting his head. “But I think I’d rather show you instead.”

Your breath hitched, and he leaned in, voice lower now. “Where you staying tonight?”

You told him your hotel, and he hummed in approval. “Same one. I’ll drive you.”

You texted the girls telling them you’d be with him. There would be a lot to talk about in the morning.

The car ride made you nervous. You stole glances at him, watching the way his muscles flexed as he gripped the wheel. He was even hotter in person. He looked just as good, hell, even better than he did on TV. The years had only added to his appeal, roughening his edges in the best way.

“You keep looking at me like that,” he said without taking his eyes off the road, “I might just have to pull over.”

You bit your lip. "Can’t help it. You’re kinda unreal."

His smirk grew. “Come to my room tonight. I’ll give you exactly what you’ve been craving.”

Your stomach flipped.

90s Shawn Michaels had been your first love. But Shawn now? Oh, you’d let him do anything to you.

When you arrived at the hotel, people stopped to congratulate you. You took pictures, smiling through the anticipation burning inside you.

The moment the elevator doors shut, his fingers brushed your wrist. “Last chance to back out.”

“Not a chance,” you murmured.

His hotel room door had barely shut before he turned you, pressing you against it. His hands beside your head, eyes dark as they met yours.

“This what you wanted?”

Your breath caught. “I’ve dreamt about this.”

His lips crashed onto yours, stealing any response you had left. His hands gripped under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as you wrapped around him. He carried you to the bed, sinking onto it with you in his lap.

You could feel him beneath you, hard and eager, as you rocked against him. His hands roamed, mapping every inch of you, his lips never leaving yours.

“Been wanting this for years, haven’t you?” he murmured against your lips, hands roaming your body.

You nodded breathlessly, gripping onto his shoulders for balance.

His smirk returned as he cupped your face. “You’re just as sweet as I imagined.”

His lips trailed down your cheek, to your neck, pressing soft kisses that left you shivering. He moved slowly, savoring, before laying you back against the bed, hovering over you. His eyes searched yours, expression softening slightly.

“This okay?” he asked, voice quieter now.

“I want this. I want you,” you nodded, already breathless.

He exhaled slowly, his thumb tracing your cheek. “Then let me take care of you.”

His hands found the hem of your blouse, fingers toying with the fabric as he waited for your permission. When you gave it, he lifted it over your head, his gaze roaming over you with something akin to awe.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.

Heat pooled in your stomach, your heart pounding as he leaned down again, pressing another kiss to your lips. He slipped you out of the rest of your clothes then pulled back, his eyes once again taking over you.

“Look at you, naked in front of me. Fucking perfect,” he said.

He knelt, making you gasp, trailing kisses until he reached your clit, spreading your legs and kissing further and further.

“You're soaked, sweetheart, so wet for me,” he murmured, using his tongue to collect your wetness and spitting it back onto your pussy.

A soft moan escaped your lips, you couldn't believe Shawn fucking Michaels was about to eat you out.

“I love those moans. Let me hear you.”

He dived in, flicking his tongue on your clit before bringing it down to your leaking hole and licking back up. His grip was firm but gentle on your thighs, spreading them wide as he continued. You couldn't believe the utter pleasure you were feeling, he was so skilled with his tongue having you squirm underneath him and moan so loudly, you feared the other wrestlers on the floor would hear.

“Oh, Shawn,” you cried, back arching off the bed.

Cocky Shawn hadn’t been lost due to the years. You could feel the smirk between your legs. “That’s it, sweetheart. Scream my name. I’m the one making you feel good.”

His tongue worked you over sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body as his blue eyes stared into yours. As his movements grew, the coil in your abdomen grew tighter, ready to burst.

“Cum on my tongue beautiful.” A loud moan left your lips and your body lifted from the bed, as he practically took your soul and you squirted onto his face, soaking him. He slurped you up like you were his last meal and you squirmed under his touch, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“You're so beautiful when you cum. You taste amazing,” he panted.

You pulled him up into a kiss, his mouth soaked in your juices. His head moved down to your breasts, suckling and moaning as your fingers clawed his back.

Shawn’s eyes never left yours as he undressed, revealing his toned chest and arms. You smiled, your heart racing as you reached out to gently touch his chest, tracing the lines of muscle with your fingertips. “You’re so so hot,” you whispered.

He let out a soft laugh. “You’re the one who’s hot, sweetheart,” he said, his hands in through your curls, tugging you closer to him.

Your lips met his again, tender and slow, savoring the moment. You pressed yourself against him, feeling his hard cock, the heat of his body matching the desire building between you. His hands were gentle but firm as he guided you to the bed, settling you back gently.

Your gaze wandered and your eyes caught his very hard cock. He was so thick, the full package. Shawn always radiated big dick energy but to see it up close and personal—veins prominent, slight curve, long—it was no wonder he acted the way he did in the 90s. He had all reason to be that cocky bastard. He was perfect.

Your mouth practically watered at the sight and you took ahold of it, hand barely able to go around and angled it towards your mouth but he stopped you.

“Not yet,” he murmured. “Tonight’s about you, about making sure you feel good.”

You nodded, heart fluttering as he hovered above you, his hands resting on either side of your head. His expression was soft, his eyes filled with nothing but admiration as he looked down at you.

He used the tip of his cock, dragging it along your wet folds as the sound of squelching filled the room. He teased you a bit more, until he slowly pushed inside, your mouth falling open as he thrusted into you. You moaned at the intrusion and looked down, only to see he was just half way in.

“Y-you’re so big,” you gasped.

“I know, but you can take it. This tight little pussy was made for my cock,” he whispered, leaning down to bite your ear lobe.

It felt like all the wind had been knocked from your lungs as he slid the rest of his length inside you. Tiny whimpers left your lips when he stilled, savoring how your walls began to welcome him in.

“See, you can take it baby, it’s okay.” He began rutting into you steadily, each time, you could feel the head of his cock brush against an area no man had ever come close to hitting before. He was so deep.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, rolling his hips to meet yours.

All you could do was moan, the overwhelming pleasure taking your ability to form coherent words.

“God, I love hearing your pretty moans,” he said, pushing your hair back.

You could barely hang on and “Shawn, cum,” was all you managed to say as you felt the pressure build up like a dam ready to burst.

“I can feel your pussy just sucking me in and gripping me. Go ahead sweetheart, cum for me, s’okay,” he cooed.

You cried out, wrapping your arms around him as he picked up his pace, the dam inside you bursting and your orgasm overtaking you. Your entire body shook and he pressed kisses on your damp forehead, slowly moving inside you to draw every last drop of cum from you.

Shawn had awaken that demon deep inside that you weren’t even aware was there. You needed more.

“I need more,” you moaned, voice shaky.

With that invitation, he increased the pace, thrusting harder and deeper. The headboard slapped against the wall under the pressure, the whole floor probably heard, your nails dug into his back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “That’s it sweetheart, scratch my back,” his gruff voice said.

You were lost in the rhythm, your breath quickening, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

He was pounding you hard and relentless, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. He pulled back slightly, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His voice was a low growl as he murmured against your mouth, “You’re all mine. Mine to fuck and use now.”

A shiver of excitement raced through you, and he continued, “I want to hear you say it.”

“I’m all yours, Shawn,” you moaned, the words flowing from your lips as if they were the only truth that mattered.

“Such a good girl.” With a gasp, your body responded to his words, pleasure washing over you in waves as you squirted, soaking him completely. Shawn groaned in response, his grip on you tightening as he felt the warmth of your release.

“That’s so hot baby, that turned you on huh,” he said, now chasing his own orgasm as your body lay shaking underneath him.

You were too fucked out to answer, each deep thrust making your pussy throb around him.

He smirked, that infamous cocky smirk, clearly proud of how he had you at his mercy. He switched his pace, slow and deep, driving you both wild. It was as though he was proving a point to you. Showing you exactly who was fucking you and how good it felt.

You wrapped your legs around him tightly for a moment, pulling him closer before releasing them, spreading wider to accommodate him. The shift allowed him to plunge deeper, each stroke igniting a raw, primal desire within you. You gasped, the sensation overwhelming, and you met his movements with your own, grinding against him as he filled you.

“Just like that,” you urged, your voice thick with passion. “Please cum inside me.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. You words sent him over the edge and with a deep, guttural moan, he bucked his hips inside you, his hot cum filling you to the brim. You moaned in satisfaction, his cock throbbing and practically breeding you from how much he came—triggered your own orgasm.

Your body jolted beneath him, shaking from the pure intensity as you both were on cloud nine together.

“I’ve got you sweetheart, fuck, I can’t get enough of this pussy. I’ve got you,” he groaned.

Your body was still buzzing, your mind hazy as you lay against the soft sheets. Shawn pressed a kiss to your temple, his hands tracing slow, soothing patterns along your bare skin.

“You were incredible,” he murmured, voice deep. “So perfect for me.”

“I think that title belongs to you,” you teased, brushing your fingers along his jaw. “I mean, I just won the Women’s Championship and spent the night with you, I’m lucky.”

Shawn chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah, sweetheart, I’m the lucky one.” He kissed your forehead before slipping out of bed. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

You watched him disappear into the bathroom, and moments later, he returned with a warm cloth, carefully tending to you with the kind of gentleness that made your heart swell.

“Didn’t have to do that,” you smiled.

“I wanted to,” he replied simply.

Once he was done, he climbed back into bed, pulling you close against his chest. His arms wrapped around you securely, his body warm and solid against yours.

“You’re everything I thought you’d be,” you admitted softly, tucking your head under his chin. “And somehow even better.”

He sighed contentedly, his fingers tracing over your back. “And you’re even more perfect than I imagined,” he whispered. “Strong, talented, and so damn beautiful. I knew you were special the second I saw you wrestle.”

You smiled tiredly as you nestled further into him. The day had been surreal, from standing champion in the ring to this—wrapped up in the arms of the man who had been your childhood crush, your inspiration, and now, something more.

As your eyes grew heavier, Shawn pressed a final kiss to your hair, his voice a low murmur against your skin.

“Sweet dreams, champ.”

And with that, you let sleep take you, still wrapped in the warmth of the best night of your life.

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ᥫ᭡ DAMIAN PRIEST dating headcanons pt. 2 ᥫ᭡

➔ Pairing — Damian Priest ♡ f!Reader ➔ Word Count — 800 🛑 Warnings — NSFW. Mention of oral (f receiving), dirty talk, super mild D/s, mention of overstimulation (18+) ➔ Taglist — If you'd like to be added, please click here! ➔ Shoutout — @caramara3 Thanks for this idea and the encouragement! ➔ Support — Buy me a coffee! ☕ ➔ MASTERLIST

°˖➴ Damian has gotten you addicted to tattoos. You’d gone with him for one of his appointments, deciding in the middle of his session that you wanted one of your own. What do you think about getting Damian right across my chest? Damian’s eyes had nearly popped out of his head and all the beautiful bronze color had drained from his face before you collapsed into giggles. And as he listened to you laughing and watching you cry at your own stupid joke, he maybe wished you were getting his name somewhere on your body.

°˖➴ Damian appreciates that you listen when he gushes over his newest combat weapon or superhero bust or creepy Good Guy doll, asking questions you don’t care about the answers to, helping him decide where to place them in the house.

°˖➴  Damian is a munch. Every opportunity to lay you on the nearest flat surface, spread your silky thighs, and lick you until you’re a writhing, sobbing mess, he takes. Your taste, your flavor, your cum is something he craves. He wishes he could put it in a travel mug when he heads for the airport after making you ride his face.

°˖➴  Damian doesn’t post much about the two of you on social media, but he loves when you do. Selfies—I’m his and he’s mine, forever. Dinner dates—now he eats steak, later he eats …  Celebrations—el campeón de mi corazón. Letting the world know you belong to him. And he you.

°˖➴  Damian reads to you. All the classic authors—Jane Austen, Harper Lee, F. Scott Fitzgerald. The books are printed in English, but he reads them in Spanish, and it’s supposed to help with your fluency, but you either spend your time gazing up at him, watching his lips move, or fall asleep to the soft rumble of his words, having learned nothing.

°˖➴  Damian talks during sex. Mostly Spanglish. But the words simply tumble out of his mouth when his cock is buried to the hilt inside the tightest pussy he’s ever had, or the velvetiest throat he’s ever felt. He tells you how pretty you are, how well you take him, and, not to be forgotten: how utterly sexy you'd be round with his child. 

°˖➴  Damian knows it’s not necessary to buy you expensive things, but he can't help it. Every necklace was made for your neck, every ring for your finger, every bag, every lingerie set, and every pair of shoes. All made for you. So what's he supposed to do? Not buy the things that were made for you?

°˖➴  Damian has never been submissive for a woman in his entire life. Until you came along. And it's not that he wants to be dominated every time. But after a particularly bad day at work, miles of rough travel, or simple frustration with life, he loves being able to lay back and let you tell him what to do, what position you want him in, and when to cum. He especially loves when you get physical—hand around his throat, nail scratches down his back and chest, and he hasn't been able to bring himself to tell you that he fucking loves it when you pull his hair. Not just a gentle tug when he's eating you out. His entire ponytail wrapped around your fist and a hard yank—that's his shit.

°˖➴  Damian’s favorite date to take you on is a concert. Your musical tastes tend to gravitate to more modern pop, the stuff that makes his ears bleed, but it warms his heart when you willingly attend the show of a band you’ve never even heard of. He’ll enjoy a few songs before his attention falls on you. You can dance to anything. Even a screeching guitar solo by Kerry King. And you somehow made dancing to Kerry King sexy, so he’s started purchasing VIP suites, because as soon as you start moving your hips, he’s glued to your backside, thrusting his hips against your lower back.

°˖➴  Damian is the overstimulation king. Your thighs clenching around his hand, your own hands fighting against the silk rope attaching them to the headboard, rivers of tears streaming down your cheeks. He’ll never tell you, and he might feel a little ashamed of it, but it makes his cock ache when you cry, weep, beg him to stop because you can’t fucking take anymore. And after he revels in your sobs for several moments, that’s when he talks you through it. That’s when he talks you down, as his fingers slow, and the filthy squelching sounds become softer. See, I told you you could do it. And my sweet angelita taking everything Papí gives her. And I know it makes you cry, querida, but it feels so good, doesn’t it? And he smiles when you sniff and nod, and he unties your hands so you can curl into him until your body stops shaking.

જ⁀➴°⋆ Papi — Daddy જ⁀➴°⋆ Angelita — Little angel જ⁀➴°⋆ Querida — Dearest/Beloved

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RHEA RIPLEY dating!headcanons

TERROR TWINS MASTERLIST ★

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

-A cuddle monster, she loves to cuddle you whenever she can because it's her favorite thing to do

-will stare at you with a dopey grin on her face until you notice, she expects a grin back lol

-after a workout she sends you gym mirror selfies, she loves your responses to them

-likes to show off her strength, if you're smaller or less strong than her she will pick you and toss you around

-if you are stronger than her she loves it when you carry her and show her your strength

-isn't shy to mention you during press tours, interviews, promos, etc. and will make cheeky comments about your relationship that make her fans want to know more about you

-video calls where it's just the two of you getting ready for the day, different schedules

-so many heavy metal concerts with her, specifically her favorite band's when they go on tour

-you two always have the best and most iconic halloween costumes, seriously every year you two are the center of attention and most praised

-horror movie/show marathons during her time off, you + horror movies + cuddles and snacks = rhea's paradise

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

[houseofripley]

getting injured during a match, and Rhea patching up reader headcannons?

First Aid With Rhea Headcanons

just a short lil list but i hope you guys enjoy the rest of your night mwah!

○ rhea had to be physically held back by damian to stop her from storming out the locker room once she noticed the pain on your face that resulted from a botched move

○ but she managed to slip past him and bolt out to the ring where she immediately attacked your opponent and pinned them effortlessly

○ would absolutely carry you backstage

○ she’d act like some cuts and a pulled muscle was the end of the world

○ this minor injury totally brought out rhea’s soft side

○ "fuck baby, are you okay"

○ carefully wiping the small amounts of blood from your skin

○ she’d finally put use to the spider-man bandaids she kept inside her bag at all times

○ you would be laughing over how concerned she looked as she covered you in bandaids made for children

○ "i told you a ladder match wasn't a good idea"

○ once the two of you got home she'd force you to stay in bed for the next few days

○ totally wasn’t an excuse for her to stay in bed with you all day

○ would bring you TONS of sweets

○ made sure you had a ice pack or heating pad next to you at all times

○ “do you need me to help you shower?”

○ seriously, she was way too dramatic over this

○ it was actually quite funny

○ SO MANY SMOOCHES

○ she’d bring you breakfast in bed every morning

○ the princess treatment was in full swing

○ once you knew you were fully healed you totally faked your injury for just a few more days of coddling from rhea

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Older!Shawn x 20s!Reader NSFW Alphabet Headcanons

aka part two to my other Shawn Michaels NSFW Alphabet

REQUESTS CURRENTLY CLOSED.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Shawn doesn't half ass aftercare. He's been around long enough to know fucking hard means that he's got to care for you harder aftrwards. When the adrenaline fades, he's tender. His hands are running slow strokes down your spine. He'll ease his fingers all over you, over any marks that's he's felt on you while pressing loving kisses against you. If you are both feeling lazy, he'll pull you against his chest and then let you rest against the head of his skin, whispering into your hair but he'll get a wet cloth and clean you up, working any tension out of your hips, back or legs. He just wants to make sure your okay before he pulls you to his chest and falls asleep with you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Obsessed with your legs. Like, of course it's in a sexy way but he also needs to feel them around him at all times. He likes your thighs thick, soft, something that he can grab onto and sink his fingers into when your riding him. Just similarly, he likes how soft your skin is and how it feels under his much rougher hand, dragging over the smooth curve of your waist, the dip of your back, the roundness of your ass. He’ll palm your tits absentmindedly when you’re lying in bed, flicking his thumb over your nipple just to feel you shiver under his touch.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He finishes hard. Years of stamina, pent-up need make sure of that. He likes it messy, when he sees it drippiing out of your and when he smears it across your skin or dripping onto bed from your spent pussy. If he finishes inside of you, he won't move for a moment just to make your that his cum stays inside of you, loving the way your pussy flutters around him as you come down from your high. He loves watching it leak out, especially when when you spread your legs open as it just means he can push it back in with his fingers.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Shawn has been around, done things most men only dream of but his dirtiest secret? He wants to ruin you for anyone else.

It’s not just about fucking you, it’s about owning you in a way that lingers. He wants to be the name that flashes through your mind when someone else even tries to touch you. He wants every other man to feel inadequate in comparison, wants you to struggle not to bring him up when another guy asks what you like.

So he fucks you like it’s the last time, every time. He makes sure you feel him even after he’s gone, leaves your legs trembling, your body ruined, your thighs sticky from the mess he made of you. If he’s feeling really possessive, he’ll make you say it; make you tell him that no one else has ever fucked you like this, that no one else could ever come close.

And if you try to be cute? If you tease him, test him, hint that maybe you could find someone else?

He laughs, low and dark, before dragging his cock along your slick entrance, teasing you just to watch you squirm.

"That so, sweetheart? Guess I’ll just have to remind you who you belong to."

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Listen let's be real. He thrived in the wildest era in wrestling. He's done things, seen things and fucked in ways most men wouldn't have been able to dream of. However, there's a difference betwen a man who gets laid and a man who knows how to fuck. Shawnw didn't just do it. He mastered it. Years of learning what makes a body tick, what makes a woman melt underneath him, how to keep her coming back even when she's worn she's done. He knows all the tricks in the book.

Shawn can tell just by looking at you what you need. If you want it slow and deep, he'll take hia time and drag it out making you feel each stroke until you're begging for him. If you want it rough, he'll throw you down, grip your wrists and fuck you hard enough to make you cry. He knows where to touch you and how to angle his hips just right to make you see stars.

And he knows he's good. He watches you struggle to catch your breath and he knows your fucked out so he had the audacity to grin at you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He’s got the strength, the experience, and the stamina to take you in any way he wants but he has a few different. Missionary but not the slow kind -the one where he's got your legs hooked over his shoulders, your ass slightly lifted so he can drive himself into you at a perfect angle. He likes to see your face, watching your mouth fall open as he rocks into you. Loves the way your tits bounce with every rough snap of his hips, how your fingers reach back and clutch at the sheets or on his arms.

As much as he loves it when you wrap your legs around him, Shawn loves your ass. He loves the shape, the softness, the way it bounces when you ride him. He’ll lean back, hands gripping your hips as he lets you work, encouraging you with breathy groans, watching your body move for him. If you slow down? His hands tighten, he’ll guide you, make sure you take his cock the way he wants. And when you get close? He grabs you, slamming you down onto his cock, his hips meeting yours in brutal, perfect rhythm until you’re both a shaking, panting mess.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s not the type to be dead serious the entire time; he likes keeping things light, keeping you on your toes, keeping you blushing.

Before things get heated, he’ll be playful as hell. He’ll pin you down with that smug smirk, nipping at your neck while murmuring something ridiculous like;

"Damn, sweetheart, you looking at me like I’m Sunday dinner. You that hungry for me?"

He loves making you flustered, loves the way you roll your eyes but still react when he runs his hands down your waist, squeezing at your curves.

But when things really get going? That playfulness turns into calculated teasing. There’s always a moment when that teasing, cocky exterior cracks - when your body clenches tight around him, when your nails drag down his back, when you whimper just right—and suddenly, that smug bastard is groaning, gripping you tighter, and losing his rhythm. That’s when the jokes fade, when his teeth clench, when his movements turn desperate and rough, chasing that final, explosive high.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His grooming is effortlessly manly, not overly pristine but not manly. He keeps it neat and tidy, trimmed enough to be clean but he's a grown ass man so he's not shaving himself completely clean. His happy trail is just faint enough that makes you want to follow it towards his thick and heavy cock. If you kiss your way down and run your tongue along it, you'll hear the deepest filthiest groan. You also love that he has facial hair. Enough to leave a faint burn on your thighs when he eats you out, enough to feel deliciously rough when he kisses down your stomach. If you tell him you like it? He just chuckles and murmurs, "That so, baby? Guess I’ll have to keep it for ya."

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He may be a cocky, teasing dominant bastard but he's lethal when it comes to intimacy. He knows how to make you feel cherished AND ruined all at once.

He doesn't just fuck you. He consumes you entirely. He kisses you like he means it. His hands never stop moving you, grabbing your hips, pulling you against him, needing your body and worshipping it just as you need him to. He looks into your eyes; dark with lust and full of something soft and meaningful. But intimacy with Shawn isn’t just about slow, deep strokes and whispered praises. Sometimes, it’s the tiny moments—the little things that make you realize how much he truly cares. The way he cups your face after making you cum hard, when he laughs softly against your neck peppering it with kisses, how even when he's spent, he still holds you against his chest keeping you close, constantly touching you even when he's falling asleep.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He is a grown man with a high sex drive and sometimes he does need to take matters into his own hand but often, it's because he's thinking of you. If you aren't there, he'll be leaned back in a chair or against the headboard of your bed fisting his cock slowly as his mind runs over filthy details about you. The way you sound, the way your tight heat clenches around him, the way your breath hitches when he sinks in deep. He strokes himself at that same rhythm, long and slow, groaning under his breath as he pictures you on your knees for him, those pretty lips wrapped around his cock.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Dominance - Shawn has been in control his whole life, and that doesn’t change in the bedroom. He loves being the one calling the shots, having you completely at his mercy, making you whimper just by tightening his grip on your waist. He pins you down, keeps you where he wants you. If you try and take control, he'll flip you over in seconds and pin your wrists above your head, holding you as he fucks you, making sure you look him in the eyes as he stretches you out so he can see your face twist in pleasure as you feel it.

Praise with Posession - He's possessive. He doesn't just fucks you. He claims you and needs to have you in a way that no one else can have you. He's constantly telling you how good you feel, calling you his girl, his baby and his sweetheart especially when he's balls deep inside of you.

Man handling - He’s got strong hands, calloused from years of wrestling, and he knows how to use them. Loves grabbing, squeezing, smacking your ass hard enough to leave a print. If you’re being a brat, testing his patience? He’ll haul you over his lap and make sure you learn your lesson - one smack for every time you ran your mouth.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Even in his old age, he's still a bit of a thrill seeker who loves the risk of having you in his hands whenever the urge stikes. He loves a good risk—backstage, a dressing room, the backseat of his truck. He lives for the thrill of getting caught, for the way your breath hitches when someone walks by a little too close. But when he has you alone, in private? He savors it, taking his time, making sure you’re left breathless and ruined.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Everything about you. The way you bite your lip when you’re nervous, the way your body moves when you’re dancing, the way your ass fills out those tight little shorts. He’s got a thing for you looking all sweet and innocent while he knows exactly what he’s going to do to you later. When your biting your lip, all he can think about how good those lips look around his cock, when you wear his shirts around with absolutely nothing else on or even when you are stretching and don't realise your tits pushing forward, the curve of your ass...you don't realise what your are doing to him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Similarly to the 90s headcanons, Shawn is a dominant lover, but he doesn’t entertain actual cruelty. He doesn’t do degradation, not in the serious sense. He’ll tease, call you his dirty little slut, maybe play rough, but he won’t cross into making you feel bad about yourself. He adores your body, every inch of it, and he won’t hear a damn word otherwise.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man could live between your thighs. He loves eating pussy. Loves taking his time relishing it. He’ll spread you open with his thumbs, watching your folds glisten before running his tongue up your slit in one slow, teasing stroke. He’ll suck your clit into his mouth, flick his tongue just right, then hum against your skin, eyes flicking up to watch you arch and whimper. He wants you to come on his face, needs to feel your thighs shaking around his head while he holds you down and keeps going.

And he couldd stay there forever. He loves the aftermath, watching your thighs tremble and your cunt clench and leak because he managed to work you that hard.

Of course, you are more than happy to give him some love too. He loves it messy, loves seeing spit dribble down your chin as you work your mouth down his thick cock. He likes grabbing the back of your head, not forcing, just guiding, groaning deep when he hits the back of your throat. If you keep eye contact? He’s fucking done for.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He loves drawing out the pleasure, keeping you on edge until you’re practically begging him to move faster. But when he’s worked up and when you’ve been teasing him all damn day, brushing up against him, throwing him those little smirks—he’ll ruin you. He’ll bend you over, grip your hips tight, and fuck you with enough force to have the headboard knocking against the wall. His strokes are long and deep, his thrusts rough, filling you up with every stroke.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He may be older but it doesn't mean he's slowed down. If you are out together and there's tension, he'll grab you and pull somewhere secluded. He loves bending you over a table in a empty room at work, yanking your panties to the side and sinking his cock into you. loves having to clamp his hand over your mouth when you get too loud. Quickies with Shawn aren’t lazy, they are usually desperate and full of hunger ready to make a mess out of you before people realise you are gone.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s got a thing for pushing the limit. Not just quickies—full-on someone could catch us at any moment kind of thing. Locker rooms, his car, an empty dressing room, he lives for the thrill, the tension, the knowledge that you’ll have to act normal after. And it’s not just getting caught, he wants people to suspect, to see the way you’re trying not to squirm in your seat, to notice the faint red marks on your thighs from where he held you down.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Shawn will be honest with you in that he cannot go forever like he did when he was in his 30s but it doesn't mean he's gotten worse with age. Shawn still fucks like a goddamn machine when he wants to. He had just learned to pace himself more; he doesn't rush himself through it anymore and works to make it last this time by slowing down when he feels himself getting close. However, if you want to REALLY push Shawn, you need to say something like "that all you got, old man," and HE WILL suddenly find more energy to make you regret your entire existance.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t need them, but he’s not opposed either.

He’ll use a bullet vibrator while he’s inside you, pressing it against your clit while he thrusts deep, watching the way your body reacts, how you get so tight around him the closer you get to breaking. He lives for overstimulation, making you come so hard you physically can’t take it anymore.

He doesn't use toys for himself. When he jerks off, he doesn't need anything other than his hand and thoughts of how good your tight cunt is around his cock.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s downright cruel when he wants to be. He thrives on dragging things out, keeping you right on the edge but never letting you tip over until he decides you’ve earned it.Just warm breath ghosting over your slick folds, a barely-there graze of his lips against your inner thigh. He'll ask you to use your words to get what you want than then proceed to make you beg until you do.

When he’s buried inside you, he knows exactly how to make you beg. Slow, deep thrusts, grinding his cock into you without giving you the pace you need. If you start moving your hips to chase friction? He pins you down, grips your waist hard enough to leave bruises, and stills completely.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Shawn never holds back from anything, especially when it comes to the volume of his voice. He's got that deep quality to his voice which is all rasp and grit. The first thrust brings out that deep guttual groan that rumbles in his chest. When he's fucking you, he drags his moans out. low, throaty sounds, like he’s savoring how good you feel. And if you clench around him? If you pull him deeper with your legs wrapped tight around his waist? That's when he loses it enitrely, his voice gets breathier, rough as if he's trying to keep control. When he's fucking you hard, his breath comes in fast and sharp between curses and growls.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves mirror sex. He wants to see your body react, wants to see how you look when you see the way you tremble and part your mouth with every thrust. He’ll sit back, spread his legs wide, and pull you onto his lap, making you ride him while facing the mirror. His hands will be everywhere, palming your tits, sliding down to your swollen clit, gripping your hips to force you to take him deeper.

"See that, sweetheart? That’s mine. That little pussy? That fuckin’ body? All mine."

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thick, heavy and with a slight curve to hit that spot inside of you every time. He's defiantely got some weight so that when he stretches you, there's a nice burn. You feel every single inch and every single vein when she's inside ot you.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He's got a high sex drive but it's in a controlled way. He doesn't get desperate - he gets hungry. He watches you like a man being straved of food.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Afterward? He’s spent, but he doesn’t let go. He tucks you against his chest, one arm slung over your waist, his body a warm, solid weight behind you. If he’s feeling affectionate, he’ll run his fingers along your back, soothing you into sleep. Even in his exhaustion, his touch lingers, as if he just can’t stop touching you.

[harmshake]

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Tracklist:

His Pretty Thing

His Pretty Pet

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Temper

Filth

3 a.m.

Fools In Love (unfinished WiP)

A Little Rendezvous

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Never Forget You

Pressure

Loved Up (feat. Jey Uso)

Sneaky Link

Pull Up

Still In Love

Hypnotic

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Whatever You Want

Blood Ties (feat. Solo Sikoa)

Act Right

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Tracklist (including but not limited to deleted works you may still find floating around):

Spoiled

Like That

One Night of Abandon

Liar: One and Two

SamiJey: The Lovers

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Tracklist:

Four’s a Crowd (feat. Jimmy & Jey Uso)

Tender

Hard Candy

Good Hair Day

Party Favors (feat. Jey Uso)

Solo Smut Drabble

Marks

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Need

Keep Warm

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For You (Excerpt)

One P.M. Meeting

🤍 Time

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Tracklist:

Messy Morning

Atta Girl

Work Bae

Skin

Naughty or Nice

For Your Eyes Only

Easy (Excerpt)

Unravel

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Tracklists:

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Own It

Grind It Out

Long Night

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Midnight Snack

Sweet

Eat It

Just Friends

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Tracklists:

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Jade Cargill: Pretty In Pink

Randy Orton: Better Than Ever

Carmelo Hayes: In Session, Part 1 | Part 2 (Final)

Dominik Mysterio: Stress Relief | Hot Stuff | Sweetest Thing

Eddie Kingston: Cute Eddie Kingston Headcanons | 11 a.m. | Mark | His Shirt

WWE Headcanons: Mini Halloween Fics for The Bloodline & Cody Rhodes | Date Night With Wrestlers | How Each Bloodline Man Celebrates Your Birthday | Wrestlers and Their Love Languages

B Side

Drew McIntyre: Defiance

HartBreak: Dinner Plans (feat. Bret Hart & Shawn Michaels)

Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy): Forbidden Fruit

Vampire Swerve Strickland (The Gentle Horror): Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (feat. Vampire Jimmy Uso)

Alcide Herveaux (True Blood): Heated | Untitled Drabble

Shane Walsh (The Walking Dead): Finale

Richie Jerimovich (The Bear): Every Second Counts

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[kyleoreillylover]

We’re Just Friends 💘

Summary: What’s like being best friends with benefits with Jey Uso?

A/N: This is for all my Jey girlies out there!

tag list: @southerngirl41 @venusesworld @jeysbae @reci1996 @tbonesteakwithasideofmashngrav @hope4more

Warnings: Smut!!!

Best!Friend Jey who always needs to be touching you in some way. Whether that’s resting his head on your shoulder during a promo, wrapping an arm around you to pull you close and nuzzling his head into your neck, he needs to feel you when you’re with him.

Best!Friend Jey who gets unexplainably jealous when male wrestlers/colleagues get too close to you, even if it is just a friendly conversation. He’ll walk towards you, glaring at them until they get the message to back off. But he’ll always play it off with a casual smile at you, claiming he got bad vibes from them or that he’s just looking out for you.

Best!Friend Jey who thinks that no man is worthy of you, except himself, and his heart hurts when you come to him with tears in your eyes because of another man who shouldn’t have even been in your vicinity. This was the reason he brought up the arragment in the first place, so he doesn’t have to put himself out there for rejection he couldn’t handle from you if you didn’t return his feelings, and so you can be intimate with someone you trust and satisfy your own needs without it being awkward.

Best!Friend Jey who’s mind feels airy whenever he hangs out with you, like he’s floating on cloud nine. He’s addicted to your presence, whether that’s training, backstage, or just chilling. His favorite moment of the night is when you can finally unwind at the hotel, sitting on a couch with your legs tangled together, talking about everything and nothing. The night goes one of two ways, the two of you cuddling on the couch, too tired to do anything and dozing off in each others arms, or him taking you to the bed and unwinding between your legs, licking and sucking on your folds softly, making his dick strain against his underwear and you moan uncontrollably, getting you both out of your heads from the Bloodline drama of the day.

Best!Friend Jey who knows you like the back of his hand, and can always tell if somethings bothering you, even if you're trying to hide it. He always tries to take the brunt of Roman's anger for you, but sometimes that is not enough. So whenever you are downcast and isolating yourself cause of being yelled at by Roman, Jey will find you no matter where you are hiding, he knows everywhere you might go. Words aren't needed, you just his arms wrapped around you and to hide your head in his chest, finding comfort in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the sweet nothings he murmurs in your ear.

Best!Friend Jey who helps you design and pick out your gear. Cause one, he wants to match with you, and two, it gives him an excuse to ogle you without you teasing and giving him hell for it, and and three, the man has good taste (of course he does, he likes you) and knows you appreciate his input. You try on the different colors and low cut styles, twirling in front of the mirror as Jey gives you his honest opinions and eyes you up and down appreciatively. You know you found the right fit when Jey get's up from his seat, turns you around and gently pushes you against the wall, his fingers running over the fabric as his mouth as his mouth swallows yours in a deep and passionate kiss, hot and demanding and heated and everything that described Jey and more. "That's the one." He whispered against your lips, pulling back slightly to admire you one last time before enveloping your lips, senses, your mind with another mind-numbing kiss.

Best!Friend Jey who lives for your attitude and sassiness. He loves the way you carry yourself, the way you are cold-hearted and show no mercy to those that are in your way, insulting them with your sharp tongue and cocky demeanor that made them shrink away. And it didn’t hurt that you had Jey standing beside you protectively, an intimidating glare on his face as he watched you tear the person to shreds. He loved your attitude and seeing you put them in their place, but try that shit with him? He’s gonna be dragging you to the nearest room and be ripping your clothes off and breaking you off in half with his dick, teaching you why you ain’t gon’ treat him like that.

Best!Friend Jey who is addicted to the way your pussy tastes. It’s his favorite drug in the world, the one thing that makes him insatiable and that he can't get enough of. He'll taste you anywhere, and everywhere, and won't care about who hears you. You got this man pussy-whipped and he wouldn't have it any other way, your muffled moans as he is in between your thighs is all he needs.

Best!Friend Jey who makes you almost break character whenever he gives you the look. The look that means he wants to take you into his arms and make you cum right then and there. He'll usually accompany that with standing behind you and not so subtly pushing his cock that was straining against his pants into your lower back, smirking when you glared at him-he knew you weren't actually mad at him, you were just mad at the fact you couldn't have him right then.

Best!Friend Jey who somehow convinced you to let him fuck you in Nick Aldis' office cause he was bugging him. The two of you almost caught cause you both can't shut up to save your life, but it was worth it when you passed him and Jey winked at him and licked his lips that still had your remnants on them, making your core heat up again and making you push him into the nearest closest so he can have his way with you.

Best!Friend Jey who always hypes up your instagram photos in the comments, because you literally look like a goddess on earth, and makes snarky comments at your lil fanboys who think they even have a little chance with you. He also secretly masturbates to them when your away from him and too busy to call him ;)

Best!Friend Jey who is always at ringside for your matches no matter what, (and has to catch himself from ogling you in front of the cameras) and motivates you for your bigger matches by promising to give you a reward if you win (which usually means sitting on his face for as ling as you want until your both spent)

Best!Friend Jey who loves when people mistake you for a couple. The matching gears, the physical affection between the two of you, people are shocked when you guys say your just best friends. But Jey always fights the urge to add “with benefits” just to get on their nerves. Cause he can have you and no one else can.

Best!Friend Jey who will have you anyway he can, and will wait for you, no matter how long it takes for you to realize he can see the hidden feelings you have for him too.

[inagetawaycarxo]

Roman Reigns Hc

WARNINGS: breakup shit, heartache, fem!reader, Roman pining over you, errors I missed.

A/N: atm requests are closed!

Roman looked over in your direction. A sad smile graced his lips, as you walked in.

It hurt him deeply to see you so down. The light in your eyes wasn’t there you looked so tired. He knew the reason why. It was that damn ex of yours. He didn’t understand why you let this dipshit hurt you still. How you hung onto every word, and he wouldn’t do shit for you. He didn’t understand how you hadn’t blocked him.

Roman let out a heavy sigh before walking your way.

“Hey y/n,” Roman spoke. Engulfing you in a big hug.

“Hey Ro,” You spoke. Holding back the tears. Roman kept hugging you tighter.

You let out a cough as he was restricting airflow.

“Roman I can’t breathe,” You coughed out. Roman Loosened his grip. Hugging you a bit more before letting go.

His hands rested on your shoulders as he looked at you.

“How are you today?” He asked. Smiling at you.

“I’m okay,” You responded. Gulping before speaking again.

“How about you?” You asked.

“I’m good,” Roman spoke.

He was about to say something else, but you cut him off.

“I got to go do people's makeup and hair, I will see you later,” You spoke, before rushing off.

Roman let out a hurt sigh. He really wished he could get rid of your pain, and bring the light back into your eyes.

Roman kept an eye on you for the rest of the night. He could tell you were struggling to keep it together.

Roman hated that he had to go on stage. He tried to get your attention, but you were too busy in your own little world doing makeup and hair.

When Roman came back, he didn’t see you in the hair and makeup station. His first stop was the female toilets but when he asked other workers, they said they didn’t see you in there. He looked all over for you till someone told him you were outside.

Roman quickly left the arena, going outside till he saw you, sitting down near a pole. Roman quickly made his way over to you.

“There you are,” Roman spoke. Sitting down next to you.

“Here I am,” You sniffled. Putting your phone away. Wiping your tears away.

Roman’s heart hurt.

“Hey,” Roman spoke. Wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close to his side.

“I'm sorry,” You cried, as tears started to fall from your eyes.

“It’s about him isn’t it?” Roman asked.

“Yeah..” You sobbed.

“I kind of got drunk the other night, and messaged him for a lift he didn’t, then we got into a fight and apparently he has changed and hasn’t messaged me since,” You sobbed.

“But he probably message me again when he wants a lift, but I guess he showed his true colours,” You sobbed out. Roman pulled you closer to him. Wrapping his other arm around you

Roman bit his bottom lip before speaking.

“People will show you their true colours, He will always be using you for something, if he isn’t going to get it from other girls,” Roman spoke. That only made you cry more.

“Hey, don’t cry for him, you deserve someone better than that,” Roman spoke. Hugging you tighter.

“I just… I want the old him back, but I know I can’t, and he doesn’t want me,” You sobbed.

Roman hugged you tighter.

“I’m here for you, y/n, you are one in a million remember that,” Roman spoke. Pressing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

[wishyouloveme]

Brat Tamer 18+

Song rec: Brat (Charli xcx)

Warnings: Swearing, Spanking, choking (consensual), Biting, Marking, Public punishment (Nothing goes in too deep, just some innuendos/ Sexual acts), Might be others, will add after.

A/N Note: I’m back for a bit, working on stuff, hopefully gonna be more of an active author like you guys deserve!! Minords DNI!!! This contains smut, as most of my stuff does!

Further links: My main Blog

Masterlist

Pairing: Jacob Fatu (Jacob Parmar Fatu) xFem! Reader

Further information: Hey lovey, Hope you like it <3 @hannah-h-pleb 

Tag List: @hannah-h-pleb @harmshake @whatdoeseverybodywant

Fluff-

You and Jacob always just knew how to deal with each other. You guys fought, like every other relationship anyone has ever been in, but at the end of the day, he got you, and you got him.

You met through his cousin Solo, at Solo and Almia’s wedding, when you were standing off to the side, happy for this little slice of heaven you found yourself in. You always loved being around the family, and that just intensified when you and Jacob got together.

Loving him wasn’t easy, He had his quirks, just like you had yours. Like he got super upset at certain decisions WWE made that he couldn’t control, and would spend hours at the gym working it off. Or like how you got overly worked up watching his matches, particularly when he gets thrown into things, not that you were forgetting it was fake, but you were always concerned about him getting hurt. But no matter how big the quirks were on both of your sides, you made it work. You and him love each other too much not to make it work, or destroy your selves trying.

When you’re having a particularly bad day and he isn’t home, you’ll just go back and watch his old matches. Not just his WWE ones, but his MLW matches as well. You couldn’t help it, you were proud of all that your man has accomplished.

When you were in a social setting with him, and someone came up and either got too grabby with him, or got a little rude with you after you guys announced your relationship to the world, He would always shut that shit down. You’re his girl, and ain’t no one gonna try and compromise that, no matter who they are. Fan or family be damned.

He’s overprotective of you. I mean, how couldn’t he be? You’re his girl to love, and hold,and fuck, and secretly, the thought of anyone else ever taking his place scared the absolute fuck out of him. The thought of one day not being able to see you in his oversized shirts, or here you cheering at a wrestling match, or come home to you after a particularly hard choice was made, scared the absolute fuck out of him. He always wanted to be with you, so you and him ending? Never in a million fucking years. He'd rather die than let you go.

He loves his cousins, but also knows storylines in WWE can get messy. And messy in a way that it affects personal lives. While they try not to let it get outside of work, some of the stuff said in the ring can hit hard or un-cauterize an old wound they didn’t realise was still bleeding out slowly. So when a storyline brings you up in any way, he makes sure you don’t know about it. He isn’t trying to hide it, or, maybe in a way he is, But he never wants you to experience the same thing he did with a lot of his relationships when it came to work. But when ignoring it isn’t an option, he makes damn sure you know it was for his work, and none of it meant shit. He loves you, and he always will, and at the end of the day, that's all you two need.

As much as he loves you, His career comes first. He would never quit wrestling for you, and he, no matter how uncomfortable you were, he wouldn’t stop a storyline.He would listen to you, but at the end of the day, WWE runs what they want to run. He'll speak about it, but he won't stop one. He wouldn't ever let a romance storyline get to the point it interfered with you guys, though. But, he doesn’t have many romance storylines, so you don’t have much of an issue.

He hates being away from you as much as he hates being dubbed as ‘Solo’s right hand man’. He feels helpless, like he can’t be there for you when he’s hundreds or millions of miles away. And in a way, it's true. There's stuff that happens, that he won’t be there for. But it’s a fact of life, it's a fact of the life you two are building together.

No matter how much of a family man/friend man he is, you come first when he's home. You don’t like a friend? They're gone. You don’t feel like going to a family event? Sorry, the whole house is sick, can’t make it. You don’t feel comfortable with a certain family/friend event? His bad, he thought it was next week, and now you guys can’t make it at all. Secretly, he likes the small breaks. He doesn’t get home a lot, so when he does, he doesn’t wanna see the people he sees every Friday. He wants to see the love of his life.

Sometimes, you’ll see a couple at a mall, and it’ll just hit you. You barely ever see your boyfriend, and when you did, he was swamped by people or events, or his work called and he was out on the next flight. It just hit. So the next time he got home, you ignored your feelings for him. You tried to convince yourself it was only a few days, and you could make it. He saw through it, but didn’t push. He knew his job was taxing, for both him and the people involved. It didn’t help that there was a ring burning a hole in his glove drawer. 

Smut-

This man is as aggressive in bed as he is in the ring. You come away from a night in bed with bruises on your hips, bite marks all over your body, hickey’s in places you didn’t realize had enough room to be. There would be fingerprints all over your body from where he had gripped you, and your legs always had a little tremble in them the night or day after.

He’s a vocal man- Praise, degrading, moaning, groaning, you name it, he does it. At the start, he was a little reserved about how good he always felt, more satisfied with the pleasure he was giving you rather than the pleasure he was receiving, until you convinced him hearing him made it feel better. Now? Oh you can’t shut him up in bed. Not that you would want to.

He’s obsessed with the way your pussy squeezes him, milking him for all he’s worth, like you could never let him go. Granted, you never would.

By the third time you guys slept together, he knew all the best places on your body. Where you liked to be bitten the most? Neck or by the ear. Where you like hickeys? Chest, thighs, or collarbone. He knew the right way to rub your pussy that had you writhing for him before he even fucked you, and he knew exactly what to say to make you whine and tug at him to hurry up.

You liked being a brat, and he knew it. He knew you just liked the familiar ache between your legs after a particularly rough punishment, so he slowed it down. Gentle touches, that he knew got you the same feeling, but left you feeling unsatisfied. It was great in the moment, until afterwards, the ache wasn’t there like it always had been.

When he’s gone, you aren’t allowed to touch yourself. At all. And somehow, this man always knows. You swear you have to check the damn house for cameras, because the look in his eyes as he sees you when he walks through that door, scares and arouses the absolute hell out of you.

Vibrating underwear. If you had a testy attitude one day, Or just really wanted to push his buttons, he’d make you wear them. Some days? Non-stop vibrations, making you feel it all day. Other days? Nothing. Zilch. Nada. He liked to keep you on edge, and watching you squirm is almost as satisfying to him as watching you cum.

He was a little worried to try breath play or choking with you. He’s a big dude, standing at 6’2 and 280 pounds, he couldn’t deny it. You were small, compared to him. Hell, pretty much every one is. So the thought of his hand around your pretty little throat while he fucked you, aroused him a shit ton, but scared him even more. Eventually, he realized that having a safe word or experimenting is what you two needed.

Spanking was a go to in your household. You did something wrong? A couple spanks and a bit of a rough handling. You did something on purpose in hopes of riling him up? Lots of spanks, and just over all leaving you unsatisfied for the night. Because as he says, if you get what you want from it, you keep doing it.

Lots of times you’ve riled him up in public, it’s not your fault! It’s just so easy to get under his skin, especially when he’s finally back from a trip or work, and he just has the obvious anger rolling off him in waves, and all it would take was a teensy tiny shove to get him off the ledge. And oh god was it always a good night when you did.

While he’s an aggressive individual over all, he knows when you need gentle. He knows when you need slow, and he knows when you just need to be loved. Desired. Like after a fan hit on him in the mall, and he couldn’t be seen as rude. Or when you haven’t seen him in weeks, and a gentle loving is exactly what you need. Those nights he goes slow, and he goes deep, knowing he has to leave again, and hoping this will help you remember him enough in those weeks.

[tyissolavish]

Could you write some headcanons of the Terror Twins as caregivers please?

yes ofc!

-rhea allows you to have sweets and snacks pretty much always and she usually shares with you!

-damian is the “strict” caregiver, while rhea almost always lets you have your way.

-damian is skilled with a needle and thread and he often sews patches and other stitches onto your blankets and clothes. anything you pack on the road to travel to shows has been embroidered with “tt” (terror twins) initials so everyone knows who it belongs to.

-damian usually drives while rhea sits in the back with you to keep you occupied on long car rides. she usually watches cartoons with you on your ipad until both of you end up asleep.

-damian has a polaroid camera that he’s constantly using to snap pictures of you and rhea being adorable. rhea has a digital camera as well, always snapping a thousand photos of the three of you in day to day life.

-for christmas, they make sure to have gifts for big you and for regressed you. they even have two christmas trees in the house, one being totally decorated with the childish ornaments you had accumulated over the years.

-rhea always makes you fairy bread for a snack

-damian spends forever on pinterest, always browsing new snacks he can make for you or new decor for your room.

-rhea loves to play with monster high dolls with you and she even makes new clothes for them sometimes with old fabric scraps and socks that have lost their matching one.

-damian always takes you outside with him when he tends to the garden. he even bought you a set of plastic garden tools so you could “help” when you wanted to.

-damian loves to go thrifting and he’s always really excited when he finds new trinkets for your room.

-they made you a little cozy nest of blankets and soft toys in the corner of the master bedroom as a play area of sorts. they took extra time to make sure everything they’d picked out for you was perfectly safe and entertaining for a regressed you.

-damian and rhea both let you color in their tattoos with markers

-rhea is obsessed with buying you rubber ducks

-rhea makes you a playlist of the lullaby versions of her favorite songs

-damian and rhea will pretend to “have a match” with the “monsters” in the dark when you’re scared or when it’s storming. they go all out for you too, even doing the three count for pin falls and having the monster “kick out” a few times before they secure the pin for the three count.

-damian is always baking cookies and cakes and he always lets you decorate them.

-they always host play dates at home with other wrestlers and their littles, some of which are onscreen enemies with the twins and they will sometimes play it up in silly ways to make the littles cackle and squeal. (example: liv and dom)

-damian buys you two matching clothes all the time because he thinks it’s so cute to match with his baby

-rhea hand paints posters for you sometimes

i think that’s all for now, but you’re always welcome to request more!!!!

[igncrxntripley]

their secret weapon pt. 13

synopsis: the group comes face to face with the mastermind behind this evil plan, and y/n works with a friend to devise a plan.

a/n: crawling on my hands and knees to get this done BUT IT HAPPENED.

mentions: poly!judgment day, overall SFW, some cussing, some fighting, fem!reader, mentions of sadness, alludes to feelings of depression.

tags: @thesithdiaries @cassiesgreta​ @roseheartsworld @theworldofotps​ @babybatlover @ripleyswhore @auburnwrites @obl1vionblackhart​ @emogoblin-666​ @hereliespumpkin​ @embertargaryen​ @neptune-lover​ @bunnysmyname @i-have-issues-lol​ @ares-athena​ @thatonepansexual2000​ @witcherfromwallachia​ @infamousvampcx​ @christinabae​ 

3 weeks until wrestlemania; 3 weeks until this nightmare would hopefully be over for the judgment day, and they could be reunited with their fifth member. none of them would lie and say the time she'd been away had been easy for anybody in the group though, as y/n being ripped away from the loving grasp of her partners was for no other reason than to get into the heads of those who turned their back on edge.

the house was quieter without her. road trips to the next city and hotel rooms were no longer the same. dressing rooms didn't have the same energy without her. and the entire time it killed the group to know y/n was so close, yet so far away.

and what tormented all of them? kept finn up at night, made damian clench his fists and rhea squirm at the thought? that they had yet to confront edge and tell him exactly how they felt. the man who helped build up y/n as a superstar, was also the man who ripped her away from her lovers; one way or another, the judgment day was going to make sure he got a piece of their mind. it didn’t matter how it happened.

the judgment day was going to make edge’s life hell until wrestlemania.

finn found himself sitting in the group’s bedroom, looking through boxes of y/n’s memorabilia and random things in boxes. most of this stuff was things she just hadn’t gotten around to unboxing when they moved her into their home, but as finn took a closer look, he began to realize why she’d waited.

photo albums. all of which contained pictures of y/n with her chosen family. her first christmas with the copelands, where beth bought all of them matching pajamas and made their family take a picture in front of the christmas tree. the beginning of her career, where beth stood in a practice ring with y/n and coached her through different finishers and submission moves. those long nights backstage at different shows, where a young y/n was absolutely exhausted and adam would keep her comfortable against his side so she could get some rest.

old trophies and titles, random pieces of ring gear, old things from edge and beth’s careers that they’d given y/n…she wasn’t just forgetting to put these things up or take them out of boxes. y/n was scared to do so. she didn’t want to literally open up a box full of hurt and fear after all the pain they’d caused. she was literally and figuratively repressing those emotions.

as finn sorted through the box and tried his hardest not to let his emotions get the best of him, rhea walked into the bedroom and took inventory of the different things in front of her partner. she took a seat next to him, gently rubbing his back and feeling that tension rising inside of him. “she’ll be coming back to us soon, love.” the aussie spoke softly. “only a few more weeks. she’s in good hands.”

“johnny and candance may be good hands but they aren’t her home.” he mumbled. “the fact that they’re treating her like a child and doing this to her is ridiculous anyway.” finn spat, putting the photo album back into the box. “y/n’s an adult. and the one person she sees as her father, one of the most important people in her life, won’t let her come home? our bosses are backing him up? rhea, it’s…” he couldn’t even finish his thought. he shook his head and tried to calm down his boiling anger.

rhea nodded and held finn’s hand. “there’s not much we can do right now.” she said quietly. “we’re all upset. but she’ll be home soon.” she gently turned finn’s head towards her own, holding the irishman’s cheek. “you’re the one who’s going to show him why no one messes with us.”

*****

that moment rhea was speaking of? it came a lot faster than anyone in the judgment day could have emotionally prepared for. it was like the movies, where finn and edge turned the corner at the exact same time and stood face to face for the first time since their newest member was ripped away from the judgment day. finn swore he could feel the anger radiating through his body at the sight of edge; claws were itching at his spine, his stomach felt like it was on fire, and his fists were clenched tight by his side. he took your princess away from you, my prince. it's time to take back what's rightfully yours.

the corner of edge's lip curled into a snarl. in front of him was the man who seemingly corrupted his mentee, the one who took her away from him and beth as another way to get under the skin of the founder of the judgment day. in his mind, he never took y/n away from her newfound family. he was only trying to give her a break from them! he wanted her to take some time to think about her recent choices and possibly remember what exactly the foursome had done to not only her, but himself and beth over the last few months. edge didn't see anything wrong with what he did. the hall of famer was only doing right by the young woman he saw as a daughter.

finn tried taking a deep breath, but his mouth was moving before he could even think about what he was saying. "i'd walk away the other way before i do something i regret."

edge couldn't help but chuckle at finn's statement. the prince was already trying to act so tough? so intimidating? it didn't phase edge one bit. "wow, not even a hello? no how are you?" he playfully looked finn up and down, noting the second bandana in finn's pocket that most likely belonged to y/n. "why so hostile, finn?"

"you know why, don't play dumb with me." finn poked his finger into the rated r superstar's chest. "you know what you did to me, to y/n, to all of us! and you thought the best thing to do was take her away from us when you've ignored her for the last, what, six months? that's not very fatherly of you, adam. more cowardly than anything."

again, edge chuckled. his eyes were growing dark, and he dared himself to step even closer to finn. "i don't need you telling me what's very fatherly. as far as i'm concerned, she's better off without the four of you." he challenged, almost getting joy out of how angry finn was getting at him. "you let her get kicked into a table? she took a spear for you? you doubted her spot in the judgment day? y/n doesn't realize it yet, but the four of you have caused so much more harm than good." edge flashed that cocky smile at finn. "we can continue this conversation in the ring tonight. i'll see you soon."

watching edge walk away, practically reeking of revenge and pure anger, caused all of those feelings within finn to intensify. if he could have unleashed all of that anger backstage, he would have; but finn also knew one wrong move meant having to wait even longer to have y/n in the arms of her four partners again. he wasn't going to risk that, no matter how badly he wanted to wreak havoc.

finn could be patient. he'd wait the three weeks until wrestlemania to give edge a piece of his mind and see their princess again. those three weeks would be hell, but finn was also planning on throwing edge into the deepest pit of pain and agony once he got his hands on him.

only a little while longer, my prince.

*****

each day without her loves, without her family, was causing y/n to fall further into this spiral of sadness. nothing was the same anymore without dominik's laugh, rhea's hugs, damian's bodyguard-esque presence, or finn's kisses. the longer she went without her little family, the more y/n was spiraling into feelings she hadn't felt in a long time, if ever.

sure, she had JD. that was the closest thing y/n had to finn while being away from the judgment day. but it wasn't her finn. being at NXT without any of them by her side wasn't the same. y/n didn't even see the purpose anymore in coming to the PC to work. it was so much easier to hide in johnny and candace's guest room, the lights off and hidden under the covers with rhea's sweatshirt clutched in her hands. no matter how many times she wore damian's t-shirt or looked at goofy pictures with dom, nothing eased the aches in her body.

y/n had practically stopped answering her phone at that point. every text, every phone call, it was ignored and went without response day after day. it didn't matter who it was from, there was radio silence on her end. sometimes the gentle knocks from either candace or johnny on her temporary room even went unanswered. and while people were concerned, it felt like no one was going to do anything to fix it.

no one...except for one particular irishman.

when JD hadn't seen y/n at the PC, she stopped showing up to NXT, his texts and calls went unanswered, he knew he needed to check up on her. finn was trusting him to take care of y/n while she was away, and that meant doing whatever he needed to do for y/n to be even the slightest bit okay. what he didn't realize, even while walking up to the front door of johnny and candace's home, that she already was slipping even further into this deep hole. if JD would have waited any longer, there's no telling how much deeper princess would've fallen.

the hurried, repeated knocks at the front door pulled y/n from her cave of blankets and her partner's hoodies. there wasn't much that could do that as of recent, but she managed this time. she took her time going to the door and opening it, but the sight of JD brought tears to her eyes for a multitude of reasons. guilt, sadness, hurt, anxiety, even a little bit of hope. "you shouldn't be here-"

"y/n..." JD said softly, not even letting her finish her thoughts. his voice alone broke her even more, and before y/n could think twice JD had his arms around his friend in the tightest hug he could manage. he wasn't sure when the last time she got one of those hugs was, so he made note to do it now. to remind y/n she wasn't alone.

y/n wrapped her arms around JD and gripped onto him like her life depended on it. at this point, it basically did; this was the first time in weeks she had someone who wasn't her dad, hunter, or shawn around her. someone who was on her side and actually seemed as though they wanted the best for her. y/n's hands gripped onto JD as tight as she could and she finally let the tears loose down her cheeks. "i-i'm so sorry."

"don't be. you have no reason to be sorry." JD said softly, gently ushering y/n inside with his arms still around her. "come on, y/n. talk to me."

even though y/n wanted everything she was feeling to just pour out, she couldn't. the words were caught in her throat and everything she'd held in for the last month couldn't find its voice. the only thing she could manage were pathetic whines and whimpers, until finally some of those words were choked out. "i just want to go home."

JD's heart broke. he'd never understand why anyone thought taking her away from her family was the right answer. no one was paying attention and noticed that this wasn't helping the frustrations between the judgment day and edge, because they were too focused on themselves. everyone ignored the consequences of their actions.

maybe JD shouldn't have spoken up, but he could only find one answer to the sad statement that left y/n's lips. "who's stopping you?"

y/n's cries slowed down into sniffles and she slowly pulled back to look at JD. "they said i couldn't." the answer felt so simply, yet the solution was even easier. and it never once crossed her mind out of fear of the consequences.

"did they take your key? are they bothering to watch your every move?" JD asked softly, wiping the tears from y/n's cheeks. "you live there too, y/n. no one can stop you from going home. not to the place where you pay the bills with everyone else. the place you call home." JD gently rubbed her arms, managing to give her a smile. "go home, y/n."

again, the answer seemed so easy. the solution was self explanatory. but y/n didn't about it once, until JD mentioned it out of fear for how edge or her superiors would react. needless to say though, JD's words were enough for her to pack her bag and rush out to her parked car in the driveway - the jeep that hadn't moved in days since she stopped going to training sessions. even in the rare cold, florida rain, y/n was rushing home to her people with those same tears rushing down her cheeks.

while the drive wasn't long, it felt like an eternity until y/n was in the driveway of the home she shared with the four people she recognized as her family. she knew their travel schedules and saw everyone was home from their own vehicles being in the driveway and the dimly lit lights through the window, but even after parking and standing in the rain ready to start taking her life back, her legs didn't move.

y/n was terrified, worried someone would catch her and she'd have to face the consequences of going home before she was given permission. even though she didn't need permission, she stood in the rain for a solid five minutes debating if she should've even made the move. but eventually she did it; her tears mixed with the raindrops, and y/n made her way to the front porch before pulling out her phone. her shaky hands sent a quick text to rhea, the aussie being the first of her four partners to pop up in her messages, and waited for someone to hopefully give her the piece of mind she wanted so badly.

"let me in? please?"

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𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰/ 𝐑𝐡𝐞𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐲

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: all characters over the age of 18. Also, this post is for those over the age of 18!🔞

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞

𝐴 = 𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 (𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑥)

Rhea, or Mami, as you sometimes like to call her, has the same aftercare every time you have sex at home. After ravaging you utter and completely, she asks you how tired you are (which means she can run a shower, a bath or if you just want to be wiped with a warm flannel).

When you want a shower, Mami will light a few candles and make sure the water is running nice and warm for you. She'll hand you a wash cloth and ask if you want company or not.

If you want a bath, it usually means you want a bath with her. So, she puts in your favourite smelling bath bombs, or oils - whatever you prefer, and lights a lot of candles so you don't have to use the bathroom light. She has soft music playing, so you can lean against her.

And if you're too tired, she'll bring over a bowl of warm water and a wash cloth, to wipe you down everywhere. Making sure you feel cleaner.

𝐵 = 𝐵𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 (𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟’𝑠)

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟:

Her biceps; she worked really hard on them, but also her stretched ears (she worked really hard on them as well). Oh and her tattoos, honestly, she likes a lot about herself. That's one reason why she's so confident...

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮:

...Everything. She finds everything about you so sexy. The sound of your voice, the way you walk, your hands, the shampoo you use, the colour of your eyes, the way you look when you're concentrating so hard.

𝐶 = 𝐶𝑢𝑚 (𝐴𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑐𝑢𝑚)

Mami likes it when you cum in your underwear and she can take them with her. Especially when she's away, she'll bring them out and smell them while she plays with herself.

When you're together, she always loves to taste your cum. It's her favourite flavour.

𝐷 = 𝐷𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑆𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡 (𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦, 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑠)

You've both talked about your fantasies, and one of Rhea's is that she wants to fuck in the ring. She has wrestling sex fantasies where you're both in the ring and fighting/fucking.

𝐸 = 𝐸𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦? 𝐷𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦’𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔?)

Mami knows what she's doing. Even if she doesn't, she'd never let you know. It's always fake it til you make it, and for you, she always wants to put on her best face - make you feel like you're in safe hands.

For the majority of it, she knows what she's doing. She's experimented with men and women, as well as transgender men and women.

𝐹 = 𝐹𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑃𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 (𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔.)

She likes cowgirl, seeing you on top of her. Looking into your face, seeing your pretty expressions as you grind against one another. She also likes it so she can grab your ass and pull your hair.

𝐺 = 𝐺𝑜𝑜𝑓𝑦 (𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠, 𝑒𝑡𝑐)

Humorous at first; getting you riled up in mischevious ways - getting you smiling yet horny at the same time. And then when you start to become breathlesss, when you start to wriggle and squirm, then she becomes more and more serious.

𝐻 = 𝐻𝑎𝑖𝑟 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦, 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑒𝑠, 𝑒𝑡𝑐.)

She's completey groomed - Mami waxes everything. It's for compeititons/matches. With the costumes being so short and tight, she has to.

𝐼 = 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑦 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑎𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡…)

Rhea is very loving, she's hands-on, wanting to touch you everywhere. Mami feels like she can't get enough of you, like she needs to feel you, every part of you. She loves you, and wants to have her smell all over you, and all of you over her. It's an animalistic feeling.

𝐽 = 𝐽𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑂𝑓𝑓 (𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛)

Nearly every night, or every second night. She has a lot of energy, and usually just masturbates for like an hour. It's more to kill time then anything. But she does think of you to jack off. She can't finish unless it's your face in her mind, well - your face and body... doing very naughty things.

𝐾 = 𝐾𝑖𝑛𝑘 (𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑠)

Mami lovess nipple play; pulling, pinching, sucking and biting. This kink is her own, and loves when she lays down and you just start sucking on her nipples, playing with them.

Rhea also likes wearing a dildo, especially this really girthy, large one. If she had a cock, it's exactly what it would look like. She likes when you suck it, and use it exactly as if it was a real cock.

Others include:

Using a blindfold

Handcuffs

Bondage

Spanking

Spitting

Edging

Dom/Sub

Praise kink

Mutual masturbation

𝐿 = 𝐿𝑜𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 (𝐹𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜)

At home, in the shower, in the bath, on the floor in the bedroom, on the kitchen bench, on the dining room table, the couch. Anywhere is here favourite.

𝑀 = 𝑀𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 (𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑜𝑛, 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔)

Hearing you whimper, watching you walk by without any pants on, when you suck on a lollipop, when you just come out of the shower and only have a towel on, when you're sweaty, when you're cleaning, when you've just woken up. There's too many ways to get Rhea going, it just has to be revolved around you - and she's ready to go.

𝑁 = 𝑁𝑂 (𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑑𝑜, 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑠)

Threesomes, or letting anyone else see you as she gets to. Mami is VERY possessive over you. She doesn't like others seeing your body. That might shock you, but Mami doesn't want anyone else. She isn't interested in anyone but you.

𝑂 = 𝑂𝑟𝑎𝑙 (𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙, 𝑒𝑡𝑐)

Complete 50/50. Both giving and receiving, because Mami is great at giving head, completely amazing at it. But you also like to please your Mami. You want to make her happy. So, you make sure that she'll never experience anything better.

𝑃 = 𝑃𝑎𝑐𝑒 (𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ? 𝑆𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙? 𝑒𝑡𝑐.)

All of the above. Because once again, it depends.

If she's been apart from you, then Mami is fast and rough - trying to get all of you at once, kissing and biting because she hasn't been able to.

But if she's been at home and wants to treat you, then she's sensual and slow. Romantic - sweeping you off your feet. Making you feel treasured.

𝑄 = 𝑄𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑒 (𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑟𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑥, ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑛, 𝑒𝑡𝑐.)

Rhea prefers proper sex than quickies. She wants both of you to be satisfied. And if you don't have time for proper sex, then she'll wait until she has the time to sweep you off your feet. (side note: she's also very romantic, so that ties into it).

𝑅 = 𝑅𝑖𝑠𝑘 (𝐴𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑘𝑠, 𝑒𝑡𝑐.)

You actually have a sex bucket list! That's one of the reasons why you guys have such a packed drawer full of sex toys. But you can also find different kinds of lube in there, costumes, etc.

𝑆 = 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑐𝑎𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑔𝑜 𝑓𝑜𝑟, ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡…)

Depends.

After working out; three times. After a match (that she's won) five times. After a match that she's lost only once (and you're the one to initiate).

If it's her day off, then you could go three times morning, lunch and dinner. She can go for a long time as well. She really likes building up the pressure.

𝑇 = 𝑇𝑜𝑦 (𝐷𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑦𝑠? 𝐷𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚? 𝑂𝑛 𝑎 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠?)

YES? OF COURSE SHE DOES! What a stupid question. There's a whole drawer full of different coloured dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, hand-cuffs, whips, paddles.

She actually laughed at the 50 Shades of Grey movie.

Mami likes to use a dildo on you, but she really likes nipple clamps on her. Doing that together causes a whirlwind of moans and cries.

𝑈 = 𝑈𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟 (ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒)

She loVES to tease you, but as soon as you tease her, she can't handle it. It's like a short circiut in her brain. She can dish it but can't take it.

Rhea loves making you call her Mami, and moan as loud as you can. It's very gratifying for her.

Lightly touching you; especially in public. For example, pressing against your back and wrapping an arm around your waist. Or quickly kissing your neck.

She'll pick up your hand and kiss your palm and wrist. Her hot breath an overwhelming feeling.

𝑉 = 𝑉𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑚𝑒 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒, 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒)

She doesn't make a lot of loud noises, but Rhea does have these beautiful moans that sound like actual heaven. On the flip side, she also has these animalistic grunts and snarls; both turn you on. How couldn't they? It all depends whether she's pleasuring you or you're giving her pleasure.

𝑊 = 𝑊𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝐶𝑎𝑟𝑑 (𝐺𝑒𝑡 𝑎 𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒)

Likes to leave black lipstick marks all over your face before events. Commentators have said how they see the marks going down your neck and ... then they had the opponent thrown at the commentators table.

𝑋 = 𝑋-𝑅𝑎𝑦 (𝐿𝑒𝑡’𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑠, 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠)

Rhea is very muscled and toned. Big, strong shoulders, thick biceps, big hands and long fingers. She's got a six pack and a firm ass. Rhea looks like an actual fighter.

𝑌 = 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 (𝐻𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑥 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑒?)

Quite a high sex drive, she gets a thrill from dominating others. But she also loves to be dominated (but somehow all the while it feels like she's still in control some how). But she's into quality over quantity; if she can get out her energy in a productive way during sex, then her drive lessens greatly. But if you've been apart from each other for a long time then she's immediately going to jump you as soon as she sees you.

𝑍 = 𝑍𝑍𝑍 (… ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠)

She takes a while to drift off - especially if she's had a restful day. But if it's after a match she's out like a light. You'll be in the middle of a conversation and then just start hearing this snoring coming from your left side and you roll your eyes. (It's a canon event)