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Triple H X Wife!Reader - Breeding Kink Headcanons

Authors Notes: Listen. This weeks topic in uni has been sexual health and pregnancy and i've been thinking a lot about this request. I am so jealous of Stephanie baring this man's children because while fr i would love to swap places. HOWEVER this was a request so THANK YOU ANON. I hope you enjoy the food <3

CONTENT WARNING: Breeding kink, pregnancy, possessiveness, creampies, female reader

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Husband!Hunter is a man on a mission. That mission? It's getting you pregnant. It's not just about the act itself, it's about the claim of it. The idea that he's made you his in THE MOST primal way possible? He is living for this. He’s in rut mode, completely focused on one goal: knocking you up and making sure it sticks.

Husband!Hunter is obsessed with the idea of filling you up. Every time he's inside of you and he spills into you, it's not enough for him. He needs to do it multiple times. He needs to watch it drip from you, see you full and dripping so that he knows he's claimed you completely.

Husband!Hunter is normally one for dirty talk but when he's getting you pregnant? It's on another level.

"Fuck, baby, you're gonna look so perfect carrying my kid."

"Can't wait to see you round and swollen for me."

"You're gonna be such a good mama, … all full of my seed."

Husband!Hunter is downright possessive when he's on his mission. He is normally one for showing you that you belong to him but when he's trying to get you pregnant. His hands are constantly on you, especially on your stomach even if you aren't pregnant. The idea of you one day caring a baby is enough to set him off. If another man so much as looks at you? He’s gripping your waist, yanking you close, and murmuring against your ear.

"He can look all he wants, baby. But we both know who’s fucking filling you up tonight, don’t we?"

Husband!Hunter normally like bending you over and making you scream but at this current moment, you are NOT getting out of the missionary position. He's got you legs spread wide, holding your hips in place while he fucks into you nice and deep.

Husband!Hunter always makes sure nothing goes to waste. He'll cockwarm you to make sure his cum stays inside of you, when he pulls out, his fingers are pushing his cum back inside you and putting it back in to make sure it stays inside.

Husband!Hunter's behaviour gets worse the longer it takes you to get pregnant. If months go by and you’re still not pregnant? Oh, he gets even more determined. More possessive. More desperate in the filthiest way. Multiple sessions of just filling you up a day. You’re just existing and suddenly, he’s behind you, hands on your stomach, voice low and husky in your ear. If a few months go by and there’s still no pregnancy? Hunter is on another level. He’s working overtime, making sure he’s got you flat on your back every single night.

"You know, … the sooner I put a baby in you, the sooner I get to see how perfect you look carrying for me."

"Fuck, … need to see you full, need to see you carrying for me. Let me give it to you again."

Husband!Hunter loses his absolute mind whenever you beg him for a baby. You moan something like “Fill me up, please” and suddenly? His grip tightens, his pace slams into overdrive, and his voice drops into that guttural, possessive growl. "That’s it, sweetheart… you want me to breed you? Fuck—gonna give it to you, gonna pump you so full you’ll feel me for days."

Husband!Hunter also is obsessed with you in the aftercare section of the night. You aren't allowed to get up. You aren't allowed to move. He's looking after you. You try to roll over? Nope. His hands are holding you down, keeping his seed inside you. He’s the most doting man alive. Rubbing your stomach, kissing your skin, murmuring sweet things while still holding you close.

AND

Husband!Hunter loses his mind when you are eventually pregnant. You’re his. You thought he was obsessed before? Now he’s watching you like a hawk. You are not going a day without him praising you. You never sleep alone for a second. He's so in love with you that he can barely contain it and he has his hand on your stomach 24/7. Pregnancy sex is ALWAYS on the cards and let's be real, he's already thinking about the next time.

[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.

[graveyardhorror]

ROMAN REIGNS dating!headcanons

>SUPERSTARS MASTERLIST

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-the kind of guy who dates to marry, so if you're in a relationship just know it's a serious one and he will marry you one day

-buys you flowers every chance he gets, has your favorite kind of flower memorized so that he can surprise you with a bouquet or single flower

-if you are not very romantic like he is, trust that he will turn you into a hopeless romantic

-loves cuddling into you throughout the day; ruffles your hair or pats your head, kissing your hand and forehead, caressing your cheek

-the type to think of you when he needs motivation for anything, in a good and loving way

-has a picture of the two of you on a date as his lock screen, and the most recent selfie you sent him as his home screen

-he runs warm so enjoy your own personal heated blanket of a man!

-slow dancing in your shared kitchen at night, holding each other and enjoying a moment of peace and love together

-he definitely cooks for you and enjoys it, loves seeing the look on your face when you eat his delicious food; his special ingredient is love

-whenever he leaves early in the mornings to workout or travel for his career he makes sure he gives you a long kiss on your forehead or crown of your head before he leaves

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[eringobragh420]

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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[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.

[muddiedlove]

How did you get here? Jey nibbling at your ear whispering “this what you needed huh?” His hips clapping against your ass. Every thrust turning your brain to mush as you fight your eyes trying to roll to the back of your head “nah none of that silent shit mama, you had so much to say earlier.”

Slowing down his thrust so that the fat tip of his cock can hit that sweet spot buried in your pussy. You’re both half clothed. Leggings pushed down to your ankles haphazardly. His hoodie bunched up around his waist. Sweats pushed down to the middle of his strong thighs.

Before another thought can cross your mind you feel his thick fingers trailing from the fat of your hips to the hem of your shirt. Slowly pushing it up your tummy so his hands can fit to the plush of your tits.

“Fucking made for me” he breaths raggidly in your ear. “Little pussy just gushing all over me, ma. Your cunt gets this sloppy for everyone or just me?” he questions as he licks a slow stripe from the back of your neck to your ear. Going in to nibble on your ear lobe.

“Mhmmmm, fuck, J-jey”

“I want an answer baby, I don’t be asking questions for nun.” he quips before raining down quick slaps to your ass.

“F-fuck, just you. I only get like this for you” you whisper. Daring to look over your shoulder and into his eyes. Brown orbs blow out with lust. Curly strands sticking to his forehead and neck. He grins, showing off his gleaming bottom grills and that damned beautiful smile.

“Mmm, that’s right mama. Just for me. And you best believe I plan on keeping it like that” he murmurs before capturing your lips in a egear kiss.

Mouths sloppily moving together. Jey sees an opening and pounces. His tongue slides into your mouth mid moan. Licking into the hot cavern of your mouth. Slow and sloppy. His thick fingers coming up to curve around your jaw so he can tilt your face the way he wants.

A deeper angle so he can continue his pillaging exploration of your mouth. Letting his tongue glide across your teeth, the roof of your mouth, pulling back slightly to see the spittle connecting you two. All while never stopping his devastating rhythm.

“I like you like this” he breaths. Moving his hand to start rubbing slow, steady circles on your clit.

“Soft” he whispers, “pliant” you let out a groan.

“And moaning my name.”

You feel your orgasm approaching. Arms and legs going taunt as he continue to rub beautiful circles into your sensitive pearl.

“I feel it. Oh yea I feel it. You ain’ even gotta say nun. Perfect body telling me everything I need to know babygirl.”

“Cmon, cum for me. Soak my cock how you’ve been wanting to.”

thanksss for reading! 🫶🏾

[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!!!!

[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.”

[desire4ella]

𝓢𝓦𝓔𝓔𝓣 𝓣𝓞𝓞𝓣𝓗 🎀🍭

⁀➷ ᡣ𐭩 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Princess/Spolied! Reader x Roman Reigns

⁀➷ ᡣ𐭩 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: Me and you both know that Roman would die to have a little spoilt brat that he can spend a bag on. So here are some headcanons of the reader getting anything she wants.

⁀➷ ᡣ𐭩 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1.29k

⁀➷ ᡣ𐭩 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Slight Bimbo! Reader, Slight Hard Dom! Roman, Reader gets put in her place at times, Spanking, Daddy kink, Light!chocking, Somnophilia! ( both parties consent tho), Spit Kink!,Cum inflation!, Food Play! ( whip cream,strawberries)

𝐒𝐅𝐖:

౨ৎ˚₊ 1. Since your his most prized possession, he obviously has the duty to take care of you; this would include, giving you a weekly allowance to do your hair,nails,clothes,makeup and just for you to but anything you want.

౨ৎ˚₊ 2. I wouldn’t necessarily call him a sugar daddy,since that would suggest that you only use him for his money; and that would be a lie because you do genuinely love that man.( the money is an extra benefit tho).

౨ৎ˚₊ 3. It’s not that he thinks your stupid and can’t cross the road by yourself ( he totally does) but he wants to ensure that his little princess gets to her destination safely so he chooses to hold your hand while crossing roads.

౨ৎ˚₊ 4. Along with the weekly allowance, he opts to also buy you jewellery and outfits that matches your aesthetic, simply because he can,and because he likes being able to provide for you/make you happy.

౨ৎ˚₊ 5. He totally believes in the phrase “ Happy Wife,Happy life” and makes sure to live by those rules everyday; so if you guys ever get into arguments it wouldn’t be for long because he can’t stand to see you upset at him for too long.

౨ৎ˚₊ 6. You’ve got him wrapped around your little finger, this man is so obsessed and whipped over you; every time he gazes upon you, you see cupid hearts in his eyes ( it’s so adorable). With that being said he likes to stare at you when you’re getting ready e.g putting on your makeup, he might even ask to help you with it every once and a while.

౨ৎ˚₊ 7. If theirs one thing Roman will do, he will always post you on all his social media platforms and always titles it cringy captions like ‘In a world full of strawberries,your the only blueberry i see’ ( shi makes no sense,but pop off Roman). He’d also make special instagram highlights just for you.

౨ৎ˚₊ 8. If you couldn’t tell already, he LOVESSSS to show you off like a trophy; so whenever he’s around his cousins/family, he won’t shut up about how perfect you are,and how your a match made in heaven for him. ( quite frankly the family are tired of hearing him constantly brag, but oh welllll)

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖:

꩜ ᰔ .ᐟ 1. As previously stated before, your his princess if not Queen, however, don’t make that get into your head, because this man can and will put your ass in your place if he feels as though your showing him attitude or disrespect in any way. The punishments for this are spanking,which consist you laying over his legs and your bare ass tooted up ; depending on how rude you were to him that day would determine what he would use to spank you with e.g, if you showed him a lot of attitude he would use a paddle, or if you only showed him a little bit of attitude, he would use his hands (which to be fair is worse, considering he’s probably heavy handed, so good luck). Don’t worry tho because as much as mad as he gets, he would never forgot to give you aftercare for your sore bottom or continue when you use your safe word.

꩜ ᰔ .ᐟ 2. Daddy kink plays a huge part in your guys relationship, there’s just something about the way your body weathers in ecstasy as you bearly whimper out “ Ri-ght there da-dd-yyy..”. It’s like music to his ears, his fuel to the fire to be able to watch how your face contorts into pleasure,your eyes screwed shut and your mouth hanging low,letting out moans like it’s your first time.

꩜ ᰔ .ᐟ 3. Another thing that gets Roman going is watching as you struggle to suck unto his thick fingers; fuck his fingers are so broad that it fills up every inch off your mouth (just like his big cock), by the time he’s finished with you, there’s copious amount of dribble dabbling down your mouth and seeping through his digits; there’s tears falling down your eyes from the way his fingers are repeatedly hitting the back of your throat to the point your gagging every few seconds; but good God you wouldn’t have it any other way. After the session he removes his two fingers from your mouth and gently pats your face for being such a good slut for him.

꩜ ᰔ .ᐟ 4. After he gets back from a round at the gym and training for his upcoming tournaments he often reaches home to find you sleeping perfectly on your shred bed with just one of his oversized shirts reaching up to your hip, your pussy lips peaking out just a little bit for his imagination to run wild. He can’t help it, the adrenaline rush is still coursing through his veins and you look so delicious right now, i’m sure you wouldn’t mind if he got himself off would you? after all your his princess, so anything he does, goes. So when you feel the head of his massive cock enter into you slowly,don’t be afraid or shocked,he’s trynna be quick i promise.

꩜ ᰔ .ᐟ 5. As weird as it sounds spit is always a factor during your intercourse with your man, if it’s not coming from your mouth, it’s coming from his or being used as lube, so be aware things will get a lil slippery. He particularly likes it when he gets to spit in your mouth, he likes the way it drops down unto your tongue,and the way you hum in satisfaction at the taste.

꩜ ᰔ .ᐟ 6. When i tell you this man shoots buckets, you would’ve thought it was a swimming pool. Every round he fills you up to the BRIMM, to the point it hurts sometimes due to the fact you feel his dick hitting along side your cervix (monster dick Roman in the buildinggg). He usually takes about 5 mins for him to fully drain out his balls into you, because they were so full of cum; your poor stuffed cunt never can keep in the large quantity of seed,so his cream often ends up seeping down your leg.

꩜ ᰔ .ᐟ 7. PUSSY EATING TIMEE!!, he could eat you out for hours if he could, which in fact he tried to (he set a timer for an hr, but you only made it 30 mins) but failed because you passed out from overstimulation. He treats your pussy like it’s the most delectable dessert he’s ever tasted in his life, his face is burrowed deep between your thighs and his mouth is sucking me licking every spot he can reach; sometimes it feels like he’s trying to suck your soul out of your body, especially when he uses whip cream and strawberries to heighten up the taste, boy oh boy does he go crazy…by the time he’s done with your pussy,it feels numb from the way he absolutely demolishes it.

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[wrxsslin-hours]

In your post about Shawn’s messy love life, you mentioned how undertaker was a gentle giant to shawn. Could you write about some of undertaker’s gentle giant activities? Love your writing!

Taker Has a Soft Spot for Shawn, headcanons

The Undertaker x Shawn Michaels

a/n: anon, writing this added 3 years to my life. Thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoy ;3c

| Despite Shawn being the most annoying man in the locker room, Taker managed to tolerate him enough to spend more than 5 minutes with him. Shawn thinks it’s because he’s too pretty to ignore, but it’s actually because Taker only knows two places backstage: the locker room and the parking lot. If he did manage to wander off to other rooms, Taker would get an earful from Bearer. Between his manager’s squeak toy voice and Shawn’s constant ramblings about how pretty he looks, Taker would choose the latter. Shawn only started actively gravitating towards Taker after his fallout with Diesel. Taker is not a brick wall, as much as Shawn wants to believe. For the first time, Shawn was left speechless by Taker’s voice, prompting a double take.

"What’s up with you and Diesel?" Taker asked, towering over Shawn as the blonde ranted about how good it is to finally have a hotel room all to himself. "We’re not on speaking terms. From now on, this doll is sold separately," Shawn blinked, then added, "Wait. You can talk?!"

| Taker began to enjoy Shawn’s company, much to his own surprise. It reached a point where Taker would wait for Shawn to freshen up after shows so they could go to the hotel together. This meant Taker had to spend a solid hour sitting in the now-empty locker room, listening to Shawn’s distant singing of his "Sexy Boy" theme in the showers. Most of that hour was just Shawn trying to find where he kept his shampoo and whatever else he used to clean himself. As a favor (more for his own sake than for Shawn's), Taker would prepare Shawn’s things on the bench beside him. Shawn greatly appreciated it and mentioned that Taker didn’t have to do that. However, for the sake of Taker’s boredom, he would happily do it if it meant they could leave earlier.

| Taker would let Shawn wear his entrance gear. Shawn gets a kick wearing Taker’s overly large necktie and purple gloves. It would usually go as Shawn getting his hands on Taker’s gear after their matches and wearing it for the rest of the show backstage. There was a time when it was raining and Shawn’s rented car was in the middle of the parking lot, and that meant they would get wet just running towards it. Not wanting Shawn’s hair getting ruined, Taker plopped his wide-brimmed hat on Shawn’s head and used his coat to cover the smaller man as they booked it to the car. That was the moment when Shawn started to fall hard.

| Shawn liked to party a lot; Taker knew that well. Whenever Taker had to book Shawn’s hotel room for him (since the blonde was too busy dancing on tables and tormenting Lawler by the bar immediately after shows), he would scribble down the hotel room number on a piece of paper and bury it in Shawn’s front pocket for the blonde to find later. But when Taker knew Shawn would be too drunk to differentiate his lefts and rights, Taker would find out where Shawn is drinking and wait for him outside the bar. Taker would have to carry Shawn all back to the hotel and make sure he’s all clean and tucked up for bed. Shawn would often find ibuprofen and a glass of water on the bedside table, and his clothes from the night before would be folded neatly on a chair.

| Shawn would often have to stand on the tips of his toes to whisper something to Taker, and the dead man would unconsciously lean down to make it easier for Shawn. That led to Shawn accidentally kissing Taker on the cheek. Shawn easily waved it off, but that was a moment that haunted Taker’s mind for weeks.

| Taker would subtly stand in front of Shawn whenever Diesel passes by.

| Taker would notice if something was bothering Shawn. He would know if it’s something that really bothers the blonde when his ear isn’t being talked off. Whenever that happens, Taker would just scoot closer to Shawn while they’re sitting on the bench, not saying a word, and offer his arm for Shawn to lean his head on.

| Shawn found out that Taker gives the best hugs. Sometimes, Taker would think Shawn doesn’t like it too much since he doesn’t really give off any warmth—since, you know, he isn’t alive. So, Taker wears his coat before hugging Shawn to give some sort of heat. But he decides to forgo the coat when Shawn says he likes feeling his skin.

| Taker carries Shawn around when he’s too sore to move. Shawn worries about it, protests that it doesn’t hurt that bad. But Taker wants to hear none of that and continues to carry Shawn around on his back.

[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

[wallofchynax]

RANDY ORTON DATING HEADCANONS (2000s) (SFW)

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Randy is an absolute menace in this era of him life. He's cocky, impulsive and always getting into trouble. Dating him isn't any different. It's a wild ride.

He acts like he doesn't care about anything, but you figure out pretty fast that he cares a lot about you. He’s just horrible at showing it like a normal person. Early on in your relationship, he is one for teasing you mercilessly. If you are shy, he'll make you blush all the time. He has no shame. Arm slung over your shoulders in public, kisses that last just a little too long, possessive hand on your lower back if anyone even looks at you wrong. He wants everyone to know you’re his. (And maybe flex a little that he managed to pull someone as amazing as you.)

He's reckless. He can be rather self-destructive. This means that sometimes you have to be his anchor. You have to be the one who stops him from throwing hands at people backstage, remind him to think before he burns yet another bridge.

However, this doesn't mean he would ever hurt you. Randy is surprisingly quite soft when it comes to you. He'll do things like knocking on your door at 2am because he can't sleep. He'll come and see you out of no where because he 'just wanted to see you' and then will pull you to go and cuddle.

However, you know that his temper is legendary and sometimes he does occasionally snapped at you. If he ever does, he does feel awful about it. He'll shut down a little and give you space before approaching you later to apologise and hold you close.

His love langugue is physical touch. He cannot keep his hands off of you. Even if he’s just lightly brushing your pinky finger while you're talking, he needs that contact.

He also leans towards acts of service but it's in a VERY chaotic sort of way. This involves things like picking a fight with someone who insulted you (even if you absolutely didn’t want him to). Or buying you a coffee in the morning and insisting it's because he "had extra money" not because he thought of you first thing.

Randy and jealousy? Oh boy. It's bad. He's possessive and suspicious by nature, even fi you don't give him any reasons to be suspicious. Most of the time he doesn't realise he's doing it too, he's just glaring daggers at some guy who's getting way too friendly before pulling you into his side.

When Randy loves, he loves hard. No second-guessing, no playing it cool. It’s reckless and overwhelming and too much sometimes, but it’s real. He’s the guy who will fight the whole world for you without a second thought.

Late night drives are his favorite thing to do with you. No destination, just the open road, his hand resting on your thigh, talking about everything and nothing with the windows down. That’s when you see the real Randy, the one who would do anything for you.

[graveyardhorror]

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

[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]

Okay ty!! If you don't mind could you please write headcanons to each of the members of damage ctrl react to being called something like "mam" for the first time please and thank you? If you don't mind ofc also take ur time :3

thank you!! if you meant the original members as well just tell me and i will make a second part!

iyo: she reacts quick and immediately snaps her head around to face you, but she’s not upset. she’s shocked and albeit, a little overcome with pride and excitement to hear you call her mam for the first time.

she’s so caught up in internally celebrating that she even drops her championship belt onto the floor in favor of cooing and coddling you with praise.

she’s outwardly calm, a complete contrast to her emotional state of maternal joy. once you two catch back up with the other girls, she sits down with you. she’s misty eyed, gratitude and unwavering trust shared between both of you. she tells you that she’s so proud of you for being comfortable and saying what feels right, reminding you that you’re always safe to say exactly what you feel.

she does, of course, tease the others about being the first to gain a parental title. the others are happy to play along, pretending to fight over your affection while iyo says she’s not sharing. it’s just a positive, comforting atmosphere.

dakota: she’s confused and doesn’t think she heard you correctly, but her heart melts at the realization.

her main focus would probably be getting you both out of the arena for the night, alerting iyo to keep an eye on you while they pack their bags back up for the night.

she doesn’t acknowledge that it was something new, but she’s over the moon that she makes you feel safe.

when you’re back home in bed, she’s playing with your hair while you wait for iyo to return with milk for you and water for her and dakota, she takes the opportunity to bring it up.

there’s not even a hint of judgment, just pure admiration as she lets the truly heartwarming moment finally settle itself into her mind.

the first thing she asks you, still scratching your back and tangling her nails through your hair, is something you would cherish forever, both big and small.

“do you feel safe ?”

a nod.

“do we make you feel safe?” (dakota and iyo)

a vigorous nod followed by cheeks flushing rosy shades of red.

(side note i’m sorry this has taken me so long, life has been kicking my ass lately)