#janet cage x reader

[amphibiahawks321]

M!Reader : Hmm... Let's see...

[Y/N checks his note "Things to pick up"]

M!Reader : Let's see.. Eggs, Milk, White bread, Janet's protein powder–

CLANG!!'

M!Reader : !!!?!?'

[Janet jumps inside the grocery cart staring towards Y/N and lowers her glasses]

Janet : I'm hoping I'm on that list of things to pick up~ cause you can get me for free~

[Janet winks at Y/N✨]

M!Reader blushing : Ohmygosh Janet... This is the last time I'm bringing you to buy groceries....

[partycatty]

So ive been obsesed with janet cage since she appeared in the end of mk1 and now shes finally being released with peacemaker and im desperate for something ANYTHING PLEASE 🙏 😭

YOURE SO ME FR I LOVE JANET SO MUCH GENUINELY i need her so bad she's my pfp and banner on discord rn HAHA thank you for sharing your thoughts bc i was so afraid i was alone HEHE

janet cage > this one's for you, baby!

janet's got a wittle crush on the reader, and will go to stupid lengths to show herself off

notes: you're in the genderbent universe :3 but because i'm stupid, the chosen ones' names are gonna remain the same because i couldn't think of a genderswapped name for them and wasn't about to do them dirty with new names LMAO

[ masterlist ]

it was only a couple months into training, and things were looking... decent? at least, you could consider yourself improving. sure, combat was something you trained in, but when it came to you versus whatever horrors outworld contained, you tugged at the collar of your shirt.

janet, however, seemed unfazed. actually, she seemed ecstatic! you'd seen a couple of her movies and knew she could kick ass if needed. her physique impressed you, as did her endless charm and effortless ability to piss the swordswoman off. her attitude was brushed off for your sake. you knew she had just gone through a messy divorce with her ex-wife, is in talks of selling her mega mansion, and new roles were coming up dry. you'd think she'd be bitter but it turned out to be quite the opposite. her typical swagger and flourished gestures tore you from your thoughts.

"there she is!" janet exclaims, swinging a toned arm around your shoulder and tugging you close to her side. "you miss me? i bet you did!" you recall the last time you interacted with her: lunch. twenty minutes ago. even still, her perky attitude flustered you quicker than you'd like to admit.

"suuure," you sarcastically reply, hoping to toy with her ego a bit. "as if i didn't see you at lunch."

"it's hard to not miss me when i'm not around," she sighs dramatically, as if she has the hard life. "no need to lie to me, babe. you love having me around." your insides twist at the name. as you eyes are downcast, janet's eyes light up more than usual with a slight blush to her cheeks.

"whatever you wanna believe, miss A-List," you swat her arm, and she removes it though her grin remains unfaltered. janet pauses for a moment, lifting her sunglasses from her eyes and settling them on top of her head. you're winded by her beauty. you had seen it on screen as mentioned before, but there was some alluring power of her eyes when they were only a couple feet from your face. janet could kick ass, but she was also a gorgeous actress.

"tell you what," she shoots a single finger gun at you, once again removing you from your daydreams full of her face... among other things. "you won't have to miss me tonight. raiden and i planned to spar after dinner. you'll watch me kick her ass, right?" there was a hint of pleading, almost nervousness in her gaze. as if she needed you to say yes. her brows knitted together for only a single twitch.

"don't sweat," you reassure her, taking her strong hands in yours with a soft smile. "i'll be your cheerleader." with your confirmation, you turn on your heel and head the other direction to tend to your own duties. what you don't notice, however, is janet whooping to herself as soon as your back is turned.

just as the sun hits golden hour, you and the girls are waiting by the sparring ring. raiden stands straight, hands behind her back as she waits for her opponent to arrive. and so she does. janet comes jogging into view, waving at the crowd of monks and earthrealmers. she waves and smiles, blowing kisses to an unamused audience. she acts like it's another one of her performances. liu kang rolls her eyes.

"i bet your chakram hat that janet gets her ass kicked," you mutter to kung lao, who stood beside you with a smirk. she nudges your shoulder.

"aren't you supposed to be on janet's side?" kung lao mumbles back with a knowing grin. when you return with a perplexed frown, she scoffs. "everyone and their mother could figure out you're into her."

your cheeks puff up out of frustration, ready to rip kung lao a new one for being so loud and direct, but you see a hand snap in your face. snapping your neck to the source, you meet your eyes with janet's, who was leaning down to catch your attention.

"hey hey, eyes on me, sweet thing," her voice feels like honey when it drops low, and you snap back to her attention with a dazed look in your eye. your heel drives into kung lao's foot when you hear her snicker. "atta girl, check this out." a part of you dies inside from embarrassment. damn her and her confidence.

the spar begins, and admittedly it's evenly matched. punches are matched with kicks, parries and dodges slightly rile the crowd up from how equal the combat is. while raiden is calculated, janet is quick, and it becomes apparent that janet actually has a good chance.

that is, until she successfully knocks raiden to the ground. she's doubled over in pain, trying to prop herself up enough to come back from the near-knockout. janet winds up a fist almost comically, winding it in circles with a grin. just before she lands the blow, she turns to you with a beaming, cocky grin.

"this one's for you, baby!" janet shouts out, pulling her sunglasses down with her other hand to wink. before you could even consider being flattered, raiden flips up and shifts her weight, readying a godlike kick.

WHAM!

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janet sits awkwardly on the cot, fidgeting with the now broken pair of sunglasses in her hands. she can't seem to bring herself to focus on you, even as you're leaning into her to wipe her wounds.

"you should have been more careful," you gently scold her, holding her face up by her chin to wipe the dried blood on her nose. "i don't need the whole show to be impressed, janet."

she smiles lazily, eyelashes fluttering as she inspects your features. "did i at least look hot getting my nose broken?"

you want to sigh and scold her further, but you decided to indulge in her entertainment and smile back, and janet visibly tenses up at your warm stare.

"very."

her lazy smile turns into a lopsided grin as she realizes you're calling her hot. not that her ego needed it really, she knew she was hot. but you saying of it all people, dear lord she was reeling. although she was an actress, a damn good one, you could see she was visibly straining herself from losing it. so, considering you had the upper hand, you hold her face by her cheeks and squish gently with a teasing smile.

"you're blushing."

janet frowns dubiously. "am not."

"i can see it. you're blushing." your eyes flicker between hers, and then to her lips briefly. she sucks them in, focusing on your own lips with dazed eyes.

perhaps janet could use another lesson, you think. so, instead of indulging in what you both want, you let go of her face and place the bloodied rag in a discard bin, wiping your hands on your thighs. janet freezes with a pleading look, knowing exactly what you're doing. you're playing a sick game of cat and mouse.

"where are...?" janet's voice trails off sheepishly, the hardest indicator that you've caught her off guard. she wants to stand up and follow you out, but the monks told her to stay, and a pounding migraine from the blow made sudden movement difficult.

"gotta fight for what you want, janet," you coo innocently, waving with your fingers before you exit the tent. "just don't get your ass kicked. maybe then i'll reward you."

you're not around long enough to see the steam spilling from her ears and her beet-red cheeks.

[get-over-here-sweet]

Please write more Mortal Kombat one shots ... End of the statement :)

[awakeandlonely]

Do you ever ask something anonymously cua youre scared its not gonna go well and then its taken really positively and then wanna reveal yourself like a scooby doo villain but it would be a bit awkward to

(Cus i wanna request a pt 2 to a fic but idk if i should ask and say it was me or just be known as that one anon whos obsessed with this one mk character you get bonus points if you can guess what post im referring to)

[rawiswhore]

Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "Attention Whore"

I apologize as to why I didn't post any fanfics at the end of June and beginning of July---I was in a different town and wasn't using the Internet then because I don't have a laptop, iPad or iPhone.

This fanfiction may be similar to the last fanfic I posted, but whatever.

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From 1996 to the beginning of 1998, you always stood by Hunter Hearst Helmsley's/Triple H's side, always leading him to the ring, cheering for him and even doing photoshoots with him.

You never would've cheated on him or left for someone else.

However, at the end of 1997, when the Attitude era was coming about and women were beginning to dress more provocatively, you showed up on a "Monday Night Raw" episode dressed in nothing but a very short towel wrapped around your naked body with matching open toed high heels.

You walked past these male wrestlers lined up, where you were beginning to turn their heads sideways and smiles formed on their faces as they saw you.

Those male wrestlers lined up who looked at you and gave you lots of attention were Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Billy Gunn, Brian Pillman and Jeff Hardy.

Some of the sexiest wrestlers in the WWF.

Triple H, Shawn and Billy had their long hair hanging down.

You, too, had a smile on your face as you walked in that towel.

Those male wrestlers gave you attention in that towel.

Considering you were linked to Triple H and you were his manager when DX started off as Shawn and HHH, he didn't mind you being surrounded by other male wrestlers, especially Shawn.

Although, Triple H may as well be angry at those other male wrestlers giving you attention and you dressing like that for attention.

As those male wrestlers crowded around you with smiles on their faces, you giggled in a high pitched voice while you spoke in a rather high pitched voice different from your other voice.

"There's 5 of you and one of me" you mentioned. "So maybe you should go get a couple more guys"

Your eyes looked at Shawn Michaels while your elbow nudged him.

There are other male wrestlers you wish had been in the WWF so you could catch their attention, such as Rob Van Dam (who did almost join the WWF in 1997), Nova from ECW, Chris Jericho, Scott Hall, Tommy Rogers of the Fantastics, Al Snow/Leif Cassidy (if he shaved his moustache off) and some future WWF stars like Christian Cage and Val Venis, but unfortunately, those wrestlers are in other companies.

This entire moment was modeled after an infamous "Three's Company" episode where Janet puts on a blond wig and changes her personality along with it, even one of the things you said was a reference from that episode.

[seasonschange32]

Can I please have more janet cage x reader fics?? I wanna question my sexuality! Again!

[johnkrrasinski]

𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐥𝐞

Chapter 1: You Were My Town

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Pairings: Dark!Steve Rogers (in future chapters) x Reader 

Word Count: 2,061

Summary: Steve Rogers; a Hollywood A-lister and your clandestine occasional hookup. Best friends since childhood, but people change and friendships fall out. Now you were merely strangers with benefits. What happens when one day you stopped being his doormat to be a better man’s queen? The selfish Steve Rogers would not like it. How far is he willing to go to get his favorite possession back?

Warnings: smut, non-con/dub-con, dark Steve (in later chapter), angst, Steve Rogers is an asshole in this one, no redeeming qualities. (MUST BE 18+) 

A/N: first chapter is finally here!! this series is dedicated to the lovely @belovedcherry​ who commissioned this story and developed the concept. thank you for being a friend when i truly needed it. i’m really glad that you trusted me to write this story for you. with all my heart, i sincerely hope you like it. this series will be updated everyday, there will be 4 more chapters ahead. 

PICTURE EXCLUSIVE: New Couple Alert! Steve Rogers and a blondie bombshell can’t keep their hands off each other! The headline verbalized.

The notorious heartthrob was spotted leaving The Ritz-Calton Hotel in Los Angeles around 2 AM with Spanish model, Alondra Ondiviela, 28, who looked stunning in a salmon sports bra and black overall, as she walked hand-in-hand with Dusk and Dawn star, Steve Rogers.

Steve Rogers was last linked to Blade in Deep actress, Anne Amorós back in early spring this year but had reportedly split after only two months dating.

Steve Rogers has been previously linked to many gorgeous models in the past, earning him the infamous title of ‘Hollywood’s favourite ladykiller.’ Will Alondra Ondiviela be the one to finally make Steve Rogers settle down and give up his womanizer ways? Placing our bets on how long this couple is going to last!

You closed the tab on your browser as you sighed defeatedly on your couch. You laid your head back on the headrest as you shut your eyes and folded your arms against your chest. Just how many more gossip articles can you endure?

Steve Rogers was your childhood best friend and… Perhaps the only man you had ever truly loved. You knew it was nothing but sheer naivety for you to concede that. You knew it was cruel and inequitable to your heart, but, you still held on to that tiny glimpse of hope that someday, things will change. He will change. Despite all the shit he had put you through, you couldn’t abnegate yourself from him. He always lured you back in with his sweet words and sinful lips whenever you try to expel him from your door.

It wasn’t always like this. Back in kindergarten, Steve used to be this good, shy, scrawny kid who had a blistering passion for art. He was always very twitterpated by watching live shows on stage. When you were kids, Steve would try to sneak both of you into the theatre when the lights were out. Steve didn’t grow up in a very lucky family. His abusive father abandoned his mother when he was only four years old, and since then, his mom had been working tirelessly to keep a roof over their heads and fill in their fridge with food.

You, on the other hand, were a little luckier than him. Your parents had decent jobs that paid the bills well enough to survive. Whenever Steve was short in cash, you would always offer him a little bit of your pocket money or your meal. You would even offer to buy tickets for both of you so you didn’t have to sneak in and could actually get good seats. But he would always say, “well, where’s the fun in that?”

So you’d drop the topic and go along with whatever deceitful ways he had in mind. After all, he was your best friend and you trusted him. You’d rather choose the thrill of bootleg games than waiting ten minutes early before the show starts anyway. But you remember it vividly under the aura of those stage lightings and when the actors were personifying in their larger-than-life costumes, he would be so mesmerized by the show before him that sometimes he wouldn’t even say a word to you at all until it was over.

Before you went home, he and you would walk to the nearest burger place, where you would eat under the polychromatic neon sign and he would tell you, “someday, I’m going to my face on the big screen or one of those giant stages and I would make my mom proud!” he cheered. And you’d always encourage him, “…and I’ll be there to watch and clap for you in the audience.”

Rest in peace, to your naïve bravado… Little did you know, his dream was going to be your doom.

You remained closed friends as you grew up; going to the same school, sharing a few classes together, until, in high school, things began to change. He began to join auditions and taking art classes and extracurriculars. He became busier and busier every day to the point where he could only hang out with you on the weekends. That is when he absolutely had no rehearsals or he wasn’t too worn out from a week full of activities.

You also noticed the different manner and shift of inflexion when you two hung out. All he would talk about is the ‘clique’ of popular boys in school had asked him to sit with them at lunch and how the popular girls would start preening at him when he walked down the hallway. It was as if by partaking in these arts clubs, it gave him a VIP member card to get access into sitting with at exclusive spots and it upgraded his status.

He changed his looks as well, by going to the gym more often and eating more so that he would gain some muscles. He began dressing like one of those jocks and he would begin throwing in some flirtatious comments to those popular girls when they were around.

Eventually, he and you began to grow apart. It got worse when he started dating one of the popular girls, Janet, and he would ditch you even on weekends despite all the plans you had made weeks prior.

“I can’t hang out today, y/n. Janet’s parents are out of town and I think we are going to hook up in her giant pool!”

“But what about the movie that we planned to see together today? I thought you had been anticipating for it since a year ago?”

“I know, but can we just postpone it? It’s not like they are going to take it out tomorrow! We could still see it next weekend.”

“Well, we’ve bought the tickets, Steve.”

“Ah, shit, alright, I’ll just pay back the money, okay? How much are those tickets?”

“No, it’s fine, Steve. Don’t worry about it.”

“Really? You sure, y/n?”

“Yeah, I’ll just ask my mom or maybe Wanda to go see it with me. Don’t want those spoilers on the internet ruining it for me.” You chuckled hollowly. Disappointment filled up your heart but you pretended like it was alright, anyway. If Steve wanted to spend time with his girlfriend then, you had no right to stop him and force him to hang out with you.

“Ah, got it. Thanks, y/n. You’re the best!” and then the frozen seconds on the screen showed that he had ended the call.

The phone calls and text messages began to dwindle. You would often try to text or call him first but it would go to voicemail and or you would be left on read. When you were at school, Steve completely stopped hanging around you. He would rather be with his new ‘friends’ now. And he was too occupied with making out with Janet to notice you as you both walk past each other in the hall.

Wanda was your most trusted confidant and she knew about all the feelings you caged inside you for Steve. She would always be there for you when you cry over him and she would always encourage you to move on and stop trying to reach him. “You deserve so much better than this, y/n. Why would you ruin yourself for an asshole like him?”

Curse your adamant heart for refusing to listen to Wanda and take her advice. In the bottom of your heart, you knew that Wanda was right. You deserved so much better than what Steve had turned you into. You used to be this bright-eyed, rose-coloured heart person who saw your future in a radiant lustre. You were always drawn to helping people out. You used to think that maybe you’d end up being a nurse or a school counsellor, but as you grew older, gradually, you realized that there is far way more pernicious malady than physical ones.

Like the wound in your heart that Steve keeps tapping on every time he acts like he didn’t know you or he left another call or text unanswered. Every time he posted pictures of him and Janet, or him and ‘the boys’ who would walk around the school as they owned it. You had always dreaded those boys. You knew they were bad news and you didn’t want to be associated with them under any circumstances. You and Steve used to make fun of them, how much of a loser they are and how negligent they are toward their grades. But who would’ve known that Steve would turn into his own worst abomination?

Eventually, like all good (and bad) things, they must come to an end. You graduated with a 3.8 GPA and you were proud of yourself for all those times you spent being at home to do your homework and study until around 2 AM.

You were happy; you were satisfied with your grades, your parents were there, cheering for you in the audience and taking countless pictures of you when you walked on stage, and you could finally move forward to the next stage of your life. But something was missing.

“Gosh, I can’t wait to finally graduate.” He scanned the paper with a mark that mocked him in big bold red as he sat at the edge of your twin-sized bed. You had just returned from school and you had received the result of your Math tests. You luckily got a B+ but clearly, Steve didn’t acquire the same latter.

“C’mon, it’s just one bad test. It doesn’t mean that your life is over.”

“I know but, I don’t like seeing a C+ on my test, y/n. It makes me feel inadequate. Besides, I need a solid 3.7 GPA in order to get into NYU. Otherwise, I wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“Stop being so dramatic, you still have what it takes. You just need to do a lot better in the next one.”

“Yeah, I’m really gonna have to work my ass off though. Math has never been my strongest suit.”

“Neither it’s mine, but you know what? Someday we’ll wear our graduation hat and this wouldn’t even matter. You’d probably forget that you’ve ever had a C in your high school year.”

You recalled those times where Steve would endlessly talk about graduating and what would happen when both of you go on separate ways. He would tell you “don’t be silly. We’ll always be best friends even if we go to different universities. It’s not like we don’t have a phone, y/n.”

You always imagined that on your graduation day, you both would celebrate it together but of course, those dreams have long perished. Steve didn’t even have a smile on his face when your name was being announced.

He was supposed to be there, standing right next to you and engulf you in a warm, giant hug. The one that he used to give on your birthdays. But no, now, you could only watch him from several feet away farther than you both used to be. You could only hear his echoing laugh as he high-fived the boys and twirl Janet around up in the air like the happy ending in your favourite Rom-Com movies.

That should be me. Your heart cry mourned for the memories and the fractured promises. It was like there was this colossal fortress between the two of you and while you were fighting to climb it to reach him, he, on the other hand, didn’t even have the patience to wait for you.

It’s okay though. At least you had your parents and Wanda and her parents and twin brother, Pietro who adorned this special day distracting you away from the anguish of missing Steve. You were going to spend this entire day with the people who truly loved you and you loved just as equal before you had to leave for the new phases of your own lives.

You will finally move to your college dorm, have yourself a roommate, and invest your time and energy in something that you knew you were always meant to do and it excites you that your journey of helping people will start soon.

And Steve Rogers will be nothing but a consigned to oblivion memory that will sink like a battleship beneath the waves.

At least for now.

[holylulusworld]

The haircut

Summary: Jared wants a haircut and more…

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, vaginal sex (unprotected), oral (female receiving), dirty talk, age gap

For my fanfic Jared is single.

  Cleaning your makeup equipment you’re lost in thoughts. You really like your job at the SPN set but now you’re finished with your study you should look for another job.

Humming one of your favourite songs you don’t realize Jared watching you the whole time. He smiles to himself while you sway your hips like you listen to music.

Clearing his throat he chuckles when you jump. “Shit…” You mutter.

“Sorry.” Jared says laughing.

“Oh, hi, Mr Padalecki.” You say turning crimson. Good thing you didn’t yell at him.

“How long do we know each other now Y/N?”

“Four years?”

“And you’re still calling me Mr Padalecki.” He rasps.

“It’s called respect.”

“Call me Jared.”

“I shouldn’t…I’m always professional…”

“But you call Alex, Alex and not Mr Calvert.”

“He’s younger than…huh…oh…sorry…”

“So I’m old?” Jared asks smirking.

“No, no…I like older man…god…did I say that loud? I mean…he’s younger…god…stop babbling Y/N…” You stammer.

“I could need your help Y/N.”

“Oh…How can I help you?”

“Can you cut my hair?” He asks towering over you.

“What? That’s…”

“I saw you cutting Misha’s hair and Ruth’s too.”

“Oh…yeah…but I’m makeup artist not a hairdresser and your hair is…”

“What? You don’t like my hair?”

“I like it…really like it…that’s the problem. What if I mess it up? The fandom will go rampant.” You stammer biting your lip. Truth is you dare not to touch his hair as your hands would shake the whole time.

“You can do it. I trust you.”

“Okay…”

“Good. My trailer?”

“Not here?”

“No Janet wants to clean in here and she gave me a disapproving glare when I entered the trailer.”

“Oh, I see. Good. Give me ten minutes to get my stuff packed.”

“I’ll wait for you in my trailer then.” Giving you an odd side-glance he leaves the trailer.

Arriving at Jared’s trailer you take a deep breathe. Keep yourself together…it’s just a man…a hot and tall man…with large hands…and…fuck…

Knocking you wait for his respond. “Come in!” He calls out.

Entering the trailer you swallow hard. He’s wearing tight blue jeans now and a blue shirt with low cut. Fuck, blue suits him soooo good.

Licking your lips you try to calm down, to focus on the task.

“So do you have a chair?”

“Huh? No…a bench and a bed, no chair.” Jared responds.

“Oh, the bench is pretty high and you are large…”

“And?”

“I’m too small to reach your head that way…”

Humming he gives you his brightest smile. God those dimples will kill you for sure. Well your ovaries already exploded right now.

“What now?” He asks.

“Maybe we could cut it tomorrow. To use the chairs in the…” Before you can end your sentence Jared is already shaking his head.

“You could sit on my lap.” Jared suggests and your eyes widen.

“I…what?”

“I could steady you with my hands and you could reach my head to cut my hair.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. Come here. I don’t bite…well accept you want me to.” Flashing red you simply nod.

“Is that a yes to my lap or the biting?” Chuckling he watches your face turning red once again.

“The lap.” You blur out and he chuckles. He’s making fun of you.

Clearing your throat you grab your scissors and a comb. Helping you onto his lap Jared places his hands on your waist and you start to shiver. You can feel one of his fingers stroking the skin under your top.

Using the comb at his hair you try to focus on your task. Starring up at you he smiles when you flash red again. Shifting on the bench he cause you to slip. One of your knees lands between his legs and god you can feel his cock against your leg…his hardening cock.

Panting heavily you lock eyes with him. Before you can say a single word you feel his lips on yours. Eyes widen you freeze to the spot. Demanding entrance to your mouth he slides his tongue with yours. Moaning into his mouth you move your arms around his neck letting the scissors and comb fall to the ground..

Smirking against your lips he shoves your top upwards. Helping him getting rid of it you stare into his hazel eyes.

“Do you know how long I want you?” He asks.

“No.”

“Since the first day I saw your cute ass entering the set.”

Whimpering you tug at the hem of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin. Stripping his shirt of he waits for your reaction. Pushing against his chest you force him to lean back.

Moving your hands over his chiselled torso you straddle his lap. Pressing your core against his hard cock you start grinding your hips. Groaning he picks you up and you squeal surprised.

Placing you and the bed he hovers over you in an instant. Unbuttoning your pants he watches your reaction. Opening the zipper he smiles at you. Biting your lip you watch his every move.

Raising your hips you let him slide your pants down, along with your lace panties. Inhaling sharply he admires your smooth pussy and the little bird tattoo on your hipbone.

Kissing the tattoo softly he slides his tongue around it. Gasping your move your hand through his hair slightly tugging at it.

“So you really like my hair.” Jared says chuckling.

Humming you sit up to open your bra, tossing it somewhere on the floor. This time it’s Jared’s turn to bite his lip.

“Damn Baby, you should be naked all the time.” He groans. Hovering over you he cages you with his large frame. Kissing down your collarbone he slides his long tongue around your nipples.

Moaning your fist the sheets underneath you while he sucks and licks at your nipples.

Locking eyes with you he silently pleads for your consent to go further. Smiling you nod at him.

“I like older man…hot older man…Jared…” You whimper.

Spreading your legs open for him he dives down between your legs. Groaning he starts licking, sucking and lapping at your folds. Whimpering and whining you watch the sexy man between your legs eating you out like a wild animal.

“I’m going to cum Jare…”

“Then cum Baby.” Jared rasps and you scream his name in pleasure.

“Good girl.” Kissing your lips roughly he let you taste yourself on his lips.

Jumping off the bed he strips his blue jeans off. Followed by his SAXX boxers. Eyes widen you admire his huge hard cock.

“Fuck.” Is all you manage to say. Smirking he starts stroking his cock and you’ve got the feeling your whole body melts into the mattress. The look on his face, pure lust…you never thought he would ever look at you like that.

“You’re perfect.” He rasps. “Protection?”

“I’m on birth control and clean…so…”

“I’m clean too…so I’ll get you bare?”

Nodding you lick your lips. “Can I taste you?”

“Not tonight. Tonight is all about you.” Jared whispers and you pout at him.

“But…”

“No. Be a good girl and next time you’ll get what you want.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Hmmm…such a good girl.” Moving between your legs he places them around his waist. Pushing the tip in he feels your walls welcoming his hard dick. Hot and wet velvet sucks him in.

“More…Jared…I can take it.”

Smiling at your eagerness he pulls almost the whole way out only to push back in completely. Whining you feel him stretching your walls out.

Placing his large hands on both sides of your head he kisses you again and then he starts moving. The first thrust makes you cry out. God he’s so thick and long he hits the secret spot inside of you without any effort.

Moving your hands to his chest you feel his muscles flex while he starts pounding into your slick channel. Locking eyes with the tall Adonis above you, you meet his hard thrusts.

“Harder, Jared. Show me what you can do with your huge cock.”

Chuckling at your words he picks up the pace fucking harder and faster into you he watches your reaction. Moving in sync with him you stroke his biceps.

Sweat is dripping down his forehead and he groans in pleasure when he feels your walls tighten around his cock. Giving you a few more hard thrusts he sends you screaming over the edge.

Still pistoning his cock into you he chases his own release. Moaning you can feel his cock twitch inside of you right before he yells your name. Collapsing on top of you he rests his head in the crook of your neck.

Filling you with his cum he tries to catch his breathe while you’re busy to process that you just had sex with Jared fucking Padalecki.

“Wow!” You giggle.

“Good?”

“For an old man…awesome.”

“Old man? That means a good spanking Baby.”

“As long as you fuck me like that you can spank me all you want.”

“Good girl.”

“What about the haircut?”

“I had a haircut three days ago.” Gently pulling out of you he chuckles at your shocked features.

“So you lied to seduce me?”

“Jensen suggested I should make a move before you quit your job.”

“I won’t quit. My study is finished but I’m sticking around for at least one more year to give you a proper haircut.”

“You make the best haircuts.” Jared says smirking.

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[urwarriorangel]

<3 urwarriorangel’s writing challenge <3

hello my darling angels! i have started a writing challenge because i want to read more of what you write. i’m calling this a challenge because that’s what i’ve read others call it? rules are listed below! all submissions will be read by yours truly and (if they follow the p basic rules) i will post them all on a masterlist! i will reblog them and give you feedback because that’s what should happen regardless and also i love you guys! (gif not mine!)

rules

*no rape/incest/underage sex/etc.

*if you choose to write smut, you must be 18+!!! the characters you’re writing for must be 18+!!

*must be character x reader! you can write for multiple characters, but it still must be a reader insert!

*it’s first come first serve for characters, meaning there are character limits. multiple people can write for the same character, but they are capped. so please message me as soon as you see a character you want to write for!

*only one prompt per fic! (bonus points if you use any of my original prompts lol!) (also prompts can only be used once)

*triggers must be tagged. if there are any triggers in your fic, you must have a trigger warning. i cannot emphasize this enough.

*fic should be at least 500 words, if it’s longer (which please make it as long as you’d like!) you have to add a ‘read more’

*must tag me in the fic and use # urwarriorangelwritingchallenge <3

*fic should be a new original, not an old piece being resubmitted or a part of an already existing series. (you can write a series for this challenge if you’d like!)

*bonus points if you’re a poc!writer with a poc!reader <3 <3 <3

*you must respect the sexuality of the character! if you would like for an lgbtq+ character, their sexuality should not change in the fic. thank you!

*please send me a message with the character(s) you’d like to write for and the prompt!

example: damon salvatore + “i don’t know how much longer i can go on”

~the masterlist will be posted on august 13th! (if this goes well aka if people participate i would love to do this more often!)~

categories allowed:

anything your heart desires. if you’re going to write fluff please keep it compelling! add a few different styles together! give me some angst, some smut. make it a mystery! i mean absolutely no disrespect to those who write/read only fluff, but personally i find fluff a little more fun when it’s got multiple components! (if you write only fluff, please go ahead and write fluff! i will read it and i’m sure i’ll love it! these are just my personal preferences!)

i love aus very much, so please don’t shy away from them!

characters & prompts under the cut!

characters (five slots for each character)

agents of shield

al mackenzie antoine “trip” triplett daisy “skye” johnson grant ward jemma simmons lance hunter leopold fitz lincoln campbell

brooklyn 99

amy santiago charles boyle gina linetti jake peralta raymond holt rosa diaz terrence jeffords

buffy the vampire slayer

angel buffy summers cordelia chase rupert giles william the bloody aka spike

criminal minds

aaron hotchner david rossi derek morgan elle greenaway emily prentiss jennifer jareau luke alvez penelope garcia spencer reid

defenders-ish

billy russo frank castle jessica jones luke cage matt murdock

friends

chandler bing joey tribbiani monica geller phoebe buffay rachel green ross geller

game of thrones

arya stark benjen stark daenerys targaryen eddard stark jaime lannister jon snow khal drogo robb stark samwell tarly sansa stark tyrion lannister

gossip girl

blair waldorf carter baizen chuck bass dan humphrey nate archibald serena van der woodsen vanessa abrams

harry potter

draco malfoy fred weasley george weasley harry potter hermione granger remus lupin ronald weasley sirius black (young) tom riddle

hawaii five-0

adam noshimuri chin ho kelly daniel williams kono kalakaua michael noshimuri steve mcgarrett

jane the virgin

adam alvaro jane gloriana villanueva petra solano rafael solano

lucky number slevin

slevin kelevra

mcu

bruce banner aka hulk brunnhilde aka my valkyrie queen bucky barnes aka winter soldier clint barton aka hawkeye drax aka the destroyer erik stevens aka killmonger gamora aka um need we say more? janet van dyne aka wasp loki aka loki m’baku aka you already know mantis aka mantis aka a fucking cutie may parker aka ailf nakia aka loml okoye aka incredible badass peggy carter aka kickass peter parker aka spider-man peter quill aka star-lord pietro maximoff aka quicksilver sam wilson aka falcon scott lang aka antman shuri aka an angel stephen strange aka dr. strange steve rogers aka captain america t’challa aka black panther thor aka thor tony stark aka iron-man wanda maximoff aka scarlet witch

new girl

coach nick miller

pretty little liars

aria montgomery caleb rivers emily fields ezra fitz hanna marin jason dilaurentis mona vanderwaal noel kahn spencer hastings wren kingston

reign

francis mary stuart nostradamus sebastian

riverdale

archie andrews betty cooper cheryl blossom fangs fogarty fp jones fred andrews jason blossom josie mccoy jughead jones kevin keller malachai charles!reggie mantle ross!reggie mantle sweet pea toni topaz valerie brown veronica lodge

shadowhunters

alec lightwood clary fray isabelle lightwood jace herondale lucian grey magnus bane simon lewis

teen wolf

allison argent chris argent cora hale derek hale isaac lahey jackson whittermore jordan parrish kira yukimura liam dunbar lydia martin malia tate peter hale scott mccall stiles stilinski theo raeken

the 100

bellamy blake clarke griffin echo finn collins jasper jordan john murphy king roan lexa lincoln monty green nathan miller octavia blake ontari raven reyes wells jaha

the originals

davina claire elijah mikaelson freya mikaelson hayley marshall kol mikaelson lucian castle niklaus mikaelson marcel gerard rebekah mikaelson

the vampire diaries

bonnie bennett caroline forbes damon salvatore elena gilbert jeremy gilbert katherine pierce malachi parker mary louise matt donovan nora hildegard olivia parker tyler lockwood stefan salvatore sybil

x-men

alex summers aka havok charles xavier aka young!professor x erik lehnsherr aka magneto hank mccoy aka beast jean grey aka phoenix logan aka wolverine peter maximoff aka quiksilver ororo monroe aka storm raven darkholme aka mystique

prompts (once someone requests a prompt, i will update the list! list will be updated once a day, if multiple people ask for a prompt in between updates, i will give it to the first person who sent me an ask. i realize that there are more character options than there are prompts, i did this because i don’t think too many people will participate. if we ever run out, i will add more prompts! example of request: klaus mikaelson + “give me a chance”)

(rfaimagining)

angst

1: “ give me a chance. ”

2: “ not you again.. ”

3: “ leave me alone. ”

4: “ i don’t love you anymore. ”

5: “ why do you hate me? ”

6: “ i lost the baby. ”

7: “ i thought you loved me. ”

8: “ i don’t need you anymore. ”

9:“ i can’t believe you! ”

10: “ we can't keep this up forever. ”

11: “ you’re a monster. ”

12: “ i hate you. ”

13: “ don’t leave me… ”

14: “ you’re a disappointment. ”

15: “ don’t die on me– please. ”

16: “ i never meant to hurt you. ”

17: “ are you upset with me? ”

18: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

19: “ i’m going to kill you! ”

20: “ please don’t hurt me like this. ”

21: “ thanks for nothing. ”

22: “ dont call this number again. “

23: “ why did you spare me? ”

24: “ you need to leave. ”

25: “ i’m sick. ”

26: “ i’m dying. ”

27: “ i wish i’d never met you. ”

28: “ i thought we were family!”

29: “ there was never an us. ”

30: “ so that’s it? it’s over? ”

31: “ i fucked up. ”

32: “ i came to say goodbye. ”

33:“ he’s dead because of you. ”

34: “ i don’t deserve to be loved. ”

35: “ about the baby… its yours. ”

love

36: “ i’m so in love with you. ”

37: “ dance with me! ”

38: “ isn’t this amazing? ”

39: “ i wish we could stay like this forever. ”

40: “ will you marry me? ”

41: “ i’m pregnant. ”

42: “ i need a hug. ”

43: “ you’re special to me. ”

44: “ i’m going to keep you safe. ”

45: “ do you trust me? ”

46: “ can i kiss you right now? ”

47: “ you’re cute when you’re angry. ”

48: “ i’ve liked you for awhile now. ”

49: “ let’s have a baby. ”

50: “ we’d make such a cute couple. ”

51: “ i want to take care of you. ”

52: “ can we cuddle? ”

53: “ it’s lonely here without you. ”

54: “ i can’t stand the thought of losing you. ”

55: “ shut up and kiss me already. ”

56: “ are you flirting with me? ”

57: “ is that my shirt? ”

58: “ how did we get here? ”

59: “ you own my heart. ”

60: “ you’d be a great dad. ”

61: “ you’d be a great mom. ”

62: “ i want to protect you. ”

63: “ what's the matter? ”

64: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

65: “ did you do something different with your hair? ”

66: “ is that a new perfume? ”

67: “ stop being so cute. ”

68: “ you’re making me blush! ”

69: “ you’re teasing me again… ”

70: “ this is why i fell in love with you. ”

71: “ you’re the best! ”

72: “ they’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”

73: “ oh, are you ticklish? ”

74: “ of course i remembered! ”

75: “ you’re one hell of a girl. ”

76: “ you’re one hell of a guy. ”

77: “ are you jealous? ”

78: “ hold me and never let me go. ”

79: “ stop hogging all the blankets! ”

80: “ lets run away together. ”

misc

90: “ catch me if you can! ”

91: “ i’m fine. ”

92: “ are you drunk? ”

93: “ are you high? ”

94: “ we can't go in there… ”

95: “ give it back! ”

96: “ well this is just great. ”

97: “ don’t touch me. ”

98: “ not sure if you could tell, but i’m not exactly a people person. ”

99: “ this was fun— let's do it again sometime!”

100: “ i didn’t do it! ”

101: “ i did it… ”

102: “ i don’t remember that! ”

103: “ well that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”

104: “ get that thing away from me! ”

105: “ you owe me. ”

106: “ do you believe in aliens? ”

107: “ do you believe in ghosts? ”

108: “ are you hitting on me? ”

109: “ why are you naked? ”

110: “ you did what?! ”

111: “ you have… superpowers? ”

112: “ why are you bleeding? ”

113: “ where did all these puppies come from?”

114: “ don’t make me come over there myself! ”

115: “ that wasn’t funny. ”

116: “ this tastes horrible. ”

117: “ this is delicious! ”

118: “ are you mad at me? ”

119: “ stop ignoring me… ”

120: “ i love that show too! ”

121: “ can i borrow that book of yours?”

122: “ let's blow this joint. ”

123: “ let me help you with that. ”

124: “ take that back! ”

125: “ wanna go see a movie with me? ”

126: “ no way, that’s so lame. ”

127: “ what are you listening to? ”

128: “ i brought you your coffee. ”

129: “ don’t fuck this up. ”

130: “ run! ”

131: “ lets run away together. ”

132: “ i haven’t slept in four days… ”

133: “ your turn to do the dishes. ”

134: “ was i really that drunk? ”

135: “ was i really that stoned? ”

136: “give me back my phone! ”

137: “ you’re an asshole. ”

138: “ are you cold? ”

139: “ this place gives me the creeps. ”

140: “ i swear my house is haunted. ”

141: “ did you hear that? ”

142: “ it’s just your imagination. ”

143: “ just how stupid do you think i am? ”

144: “ stop being such a baby. ”

145: “ go back to bed. ”

146: “ are you okay? ”

147: “ i can take care of myself just fine.”

148: “ thanks for helping me back there. ”

149: “ since when have we ever been friends? ”

150: “ what on earth are you wearing? ”

151: “ i can’t feel my legs! ”

152: “ stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

153: “ put me down! ”

154: “ there’s only one bed… ”

155: “ it isn’t what it looks like! okay.. maybe it is… ”

156: “ how did i lose it? ”

157: “ i read your diary. ”

158: “ this is awkward. ”

159: “ didn’t you read the sign? ”

160: “ do you think you can teach me that? ”

nsfw

161: “ bite me. ”

162: “ make me. ”

163: “ fuck me. ”

164: “ stop teasing me so much… ”

165: “ do you like it when i touch you like that?”

166: “ okay.. this is new. ”

167: “ want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”

168: “ you’re in trouble now. ”

169: “ what a pretty sight. ”

170: “ bend over. ”

171: “ on your knees. ”

172: “ the food looks great but.. there’s something much more delicious i’d like to eat right now. ”

173: “ lay back. ”

174: “ take off your clothes. ”

175: “ well, fine; just this once. ”

176: “ i’m waiting. ”

177: “ you’re so beautiful. ”

178:“ as you wish. ”

179: “ first one to make a noise loses.”

180: “ you have no idea what you do to me. ”

181: “ if you’re bored; wanna have sex? ”

182: “ i've wanted this for so long. ”

183: “ car sex looks so much more easier in the movies. ”

184: “ can i touch you? ”

185: “ open up. ”

186: “ no strings attached. ”

187: “ already? do i really have that much of an effect on you? ”

188: “ mine. ”

189: “ the nights still young. ”

190: “ we can't do that here! ”

191: “ behave. ”

192:“ what did you just say? ”

193: “ good girl. ”

194: “ good boy. ”

195: “ come here. ”

continued nsfw from misc sources

196: “are you going to come here, or are you going to make me come get you myself?”

197: “don’t look at me like that, you brought this on yourself.”

198: “stay still, squirming will make it worse.”

199: “keep count. if you lose it, we’re starting over. understand?”

200: “go get me the cane.”

201: “take your shirt off and put your hands up against the wall.”

202: “open your mouth. i’m putting the gag in so your screaming won’t alarm someone.”

203: “did you disobey my orders?”

204: “i thought i told you not to touch that?”

205: “have you finished everything i told you to do?”

206: “if you don’t stop acting like this, i’ll be forced to use different tactics.”

207: “your skin turns so red under my palm.”

208: “bend over the back of the couch.”

209: “you might want to bite something, the whip has a bite to it.”

210: “come here and bend over my lap.”

211: “i’m tired of your smart mouth.”

212: “you’re really hot.”

213: “oh, don’t mind me. just enjoying the view.”

214: “you know, those/that ______ of yours are/is pretty distracting.”

215: “hot damn.”

216: “so, you come here often?”

217: “well, well. my night just got better.”

218: “is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

219: “you have got a great ass.”

220: “hey, i’m open minded.”

221: “you enjoying the view over there?”

222: “keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

223: “don’t be bashful. you know you want to.”

224: “you can have me any way you’d like, baby.”

225: “you wanna move this conversation someplace more private?”

226: “i’m off in a few minutes, you know.”

227:“it’s been a long day. why don’t we help each other unwind?”

228: “i think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

229: “i’m gonna be honest with you. i’m really horny, and you’re really hot. can we fuck? like, now?”

230: “i wanna see you get naked.”

231: “you like how i bend over for you, huh?”

232: “you’re getting me all worked up.”

233: “what do we have here?”

234: "i see someone’s happy to see me.”

235: “play your cards right, and i just might have to put you on speed dial.”

236: “you like that, don’t you?”

237: “how do you want me?”

238: “i’m sure we can put those lips to better use.”

239: “i want you. right here. right now.”

240: “god, you’re perfect.”

241: “i really like a man who’s good with his hands.”

242: “i’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”

243: “i saw that. you just checked me out.”

244: “you look real good in that suit/dress/skirt/outfit.”

245: “you wanna help me out of this ___?” (insert article clothing here.)

246: “can i keep you?”

247: “you’re such a tease.”

248: “oh my, looks like i/you dropped something.”

249: “i love it when you talk dirty.”

250: “i can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

251: “i think you’ll be happy to know that i’m not wearing any underwear.”

252: “i really want to take you home and get you out of all those clothes.”

253: “it’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.”

[amphibiahawks321]

[Janet walks in wearing a crop-top]

Janet : Teddy bear, have you seen my shirt anywhere?

[Shows Janet's shirt being on Y/N's lap while his watching herabsclosely]

M!Reader : Noooope....

[Janet turns around and spots her shirt on Y/N's lap and proceed to stare at him with a smirk]

[Janet walks up to Y/N, grabs his chin and moves his chin up to make eye contact]

Janet : Well aren't you a starer~

[amphibiahawks321]

[Janet pins Y/N against the wall]'

Janet : Hey sweetheart you single~? More importantly are you ready to mingle~?

M!Reader : .....

M!Reader blushing : Janet we're dating...

Janet : I didn't hear a noooo~

[rawiswhore]

Various WWF Wrestlers/Jack Tripper x Fem Reader- "I Love This Bar"

For those about to read this fanfiction, you can either ship yourself with these male wrestlers or Jack Tripper. Or both.

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When the World Wrestling Federation resurged in popularity during the dawn of the new millennium--even eclipsing the 1980's WWF in popularity---the WWF launched their own restaurant during the Attitude era known as WWF New York, which of course, was located in New York.

Many professional wrestlers during that time would stand inside WWF New York promoting it.

The WWF New York restaurant of course had a bar people could order drinks from.

If it's Jack Tripper you want...

One of the things "Three's Company" is known for is the Regal Beagle pub that Jack, Janet and Chrissy hung out in.

"Three's Company" was also known for Jack being a womanizer and having a lot of hypersexualized women trying to flirt with him, as well as women having many upskirt shots.

On a "Monday Night Raw" episode that aired near the end of the year 2000---the same year that the WWF New York restaurant was launched---there was a moment in that episode where you were in that WWF New York restaurant standing on top of the bar's table.

Located in front of the bar was Christian Cage, Chris Jericho, Jeff Hardy, Al Snow and Raven.

Those 4 men were the sexiest men in the WWF that year.

All of those men in this scene had their long hair hanging down, and Al and Raven had shaved their facial hair off.

That's a good thing since they didn't look too good with it.

Not only were those wrestlers standing in front of that bar's table, so were a crowd of other men and women.

When you were standing on that bar's table, you were wearing a rather short skirt so those men in front of you---in particular those wrestlers---could see up your skirt.

While you stood on top of that table, you slightly danced with a smirk on your face, your hands placed at the sides of your head while your fingers were laced and running down through your hair.

Your hips swayed back and forth while Christian, Chris, Jeff, Al and Raven looked up at you.

Al and Christian were really the ones smiling, Raven was staying in character and mostly scowled and sneered, and many people surrounding them watching you dance were also smiling and cheering for you.

If they could, Christian and some of those other wrestlers would pull out some money and hand it to you.

You, on the other hand, looked at Christian, Chris, Jeff, Al and Raven with a smile on your face as this camera filmed you as well as them.

You wish other male wrestlers could be watching you dance on this table---Scott Hall, Triple H in late 1997/early 1998, Shawn Michaels, Val Venis if he grew his hair back, Rob Van Dam, Nova from ECW, and the list goes on.

However, many of those wrestlers were in other companies, Val cut his hair and he became more conservative, Nova didn't look good with facial hair that year and Triple H started looking terrible in the year 2000 when he became the Game (he also had Stephanie McMahon with him).

When you danced on that bar's table, you weren't drunk nor were you pretending to be drunk.

This moment was like a moment from the movie "Coyote Ugly"---which also was released in the year 2000, although you didn't pour beer on your breasts even though you wish you could've.

You actually were considered a role for that movie, but you turned it down.

During a "Three's Company" episode that aired at the end of the 1970's, there was an episode where Jack visited the Regal Beagle and you had gotten a little bit too tipsy and wild.

So wild, that you climbed on top of the Regal Beagle's pub table and began dancing, which caught Jack's as well as everyone else in the pub's attention.

You swayed your hips back and forth and wore a short skirt, and Jack was standing in front of that pub's table looking up your skirt.

When he was filmed, he was filmed above his chest staring up at you.

You smiled with a grin on your face while you looked at Jack.

Jack wasn't gonna lie, he was getting a boner from looking up your skirt.

If only you weren't drunk.

If "Three's Company" could show lots of upskirt shots, Janet with her legs a bit open and her pantyline covering her vulva, and women walking around wearing nothing but towels (as well as being a show where a man lives with 2 women before he married them!), then they can show you dancing on top of a pub's table.

[rawiswhore]

Triple H, Shawn Michaels/Jack Tripper x Fem Reader- "Give Me A Hand"

For those about to read this fanfiction, you can either choose to imagine Triple H and Shawn Michaels or Jack Tripper from "Three's Company".

Or both.

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The World Wrestling Federation's Attitude era was an era notorious for its shock value, and shock value by definition is something---such as an image or text---that provokes a sharp reaction, usually to upset or disgust, but also to surprise.

And there were many stars in the Attitude era, especially male ones, that shocked people.

Kane setting fire to people (in caskets), Mick Foley falling off of the top of a steel cage, Stone Cold Steve Austin pulling a gun out on Vince McMahon, D Generation X implying to stand naked in the ring, The Godfather playing a pimp, Ministry Undertaker crucifying and embalming people, Mark Henry admitting he lost his virginity to his sister (and saying he had sex with her 2 days before the therapy session) and Beaver Cleavage being a kid having an incestuous crush on his mother.

While there were some women in the Attitude era that did things that shocked people--either to disgust them (Mae Young flashing her elderly breasts), to upset them (Terri Runnels' miscarriage) or to surprise them (Lita's Litacanranas, Stephanie McMahon's lies), women in the Attitude era were mostly not all that shocking with a few exceptions.

Not to mention, there were a lot of male Attitude era stars that did things that were boundary pushing, like what I've mentioned.

Of course there were women in that era doing things that were boundary pushing, but some of these women were mostly relatively tame.

But you were special.

During the Attitude era, you did things that were relatively and rather shocking, and you just so happened to be a girl.

You were arguably even the most shocking woman of the Attitude era.

Sometimes, you made Stone Cold Steve Austin and the Rock look like wholesome little Boy Scouts in comparison.

You didn't do anything that was too extreme and upsetting, there were much worse moments in the Attitude era that the majority of what you did, but no doubt what you did turned a few heads.

Some of the moments you did during the Attitude era are tame by today's standards, including this aforementioned moment, but there were quite a lot of moments you did that made people's eyes pop then.

The World Wrestling Federation in the late 1990's was nearly and almost rated TV-MA partially because of you.

Not Stone Cold Steve Austin, D Generation X, Mick Foley, Kane and the Undertaker, or even Val Venis, the Pretty Mean Sisters, Jeff Jarrett's degradation of women, but you.

If it's Jack Tripper you want...

"Three's Company" was a television series that had things that were controversial and risqué in its time but are tame by today's standards, but it also had things they couldn't really get away with today.

And this moment during "Three's Company"'s run no doubt was especially racy for its time, but would arguably be tame by today.

During a "WWF New York" episode in November of 1997, you were sitting backstage in the locker room with Triple H and Shawn Michaels.

You were sitting in between Triple H and Shawn, and they were sitting down as well.

Triple H's, Shawn's and your back was in front of a white wall, and Triple H and Shawn both had their long hair hanging down and not tied back in ponytails.

On a "Three's Company" episode in the late 1970's and early 1980's, you and Jack were both sitting next to each other on the couch in his, Janet and Chrissy's iconic living room.

Jack looked sexy AF in this scene with you while you sit next to him on the couch.

There was already a lot of sexual tension with you and him during your conversation with him, and like many women on "Three's Company", you were clearly and obviously trying to seduce him.

Your eyes were looking into his eyes while you had this smirk on your face, and your head was turned sideways to look at Jack's face.

As you sat in between Triple H and Shawn, there was some sexual tension you were sharing with those 2 men, and your mouth smirked as your eyes studied up and down Triple H.

When you were talking to Triple H and Shawn/Jack, your voice sounded very sexy and seductive.

Triple H and Shawn/Jack had their thighs and legs slightly spread out as they sat down for the audience to see this.

Pretty soon, one of your hands reached out and placed on Triple H's/Jack's crotch, where your hand was cupping his clothed groin covered by his tights/slacks.

This really shocked Jack and made his eyes widen and eyebrows raise, and many people in the audience gasped whereas others laughed.

While your hand was holding Triple H's/Jack's crotch, your hand began to squeeze and caress up and down his crotch, your hand slowly stroking and sliding up and down his groin.

Triple H's eyes looked at your hand caressing his groin, his eyes were at their normal shape and not bugging out.

He had a smile on his face as you stroked his crotch.

As your hand was fondling Triple H's/Jack's private parts, you were looking at his crotch with a smirk on your face.

Shawn's eyes were staring at your hand stroking his tagteam partner's groin, and Shawn was getting jealous, wondering why you're not doing that to him.

Shawn's eyes were wide and his eyebrows raised when he saw your hand stroke Triple H's crotch, but Shawn wasn't angered or disgusted.

Your head turned where the camera filmed your sly looking facial expression and your eyes looking at Shawn as your mouth smirked, but your opposite hand reached out and cupped on Shawn's crotch, where that hand while gently gripping his groin because to stroke and caress it up and down.

Likewise, your hand cupping Shawn's crotch was fondling his clothed private parts covered by his tights.

 Shawn's eyes scrolled to your hand stroking his groin, where he was now feeling lucky.

Shawn could nearly---in a comical way---tremble as he moaned and stared at your hand stroking his genitals.

Triple H, meanwhile, had this satisfied grin as your hand was fondling up and down his clothed groin.

Shawn and Triple H (and Jack too, for that matter) are wishing your hands could slip under their tights/pants and masturbate their dicks.

In fact, they may as well say that, but didn't.

It feels just as good to have a hand stroke and fondle over clothed and covered genitals rather than barenaked private parts.

The guitar riff to Slam Jam's "We're All Together Now" began playing as your hand was caressing Triple H's and Shawn's crotches, only for the camera to fade away to something else.

This moment where you fondle Triple H's and Shawn's crotches seductively was filmed and broadcast on television for everyone to see.

There are so many male professional wrestlers whose private parts you wish you could fondle, even if their groins are covered by their tights, singlets, wrestling trunks or jeans/pants.

Hell, you even wish that you could have so many arms and hands so your hands could fondle and caress many male professional wrestler's covered and clothed groins, but sadly, you can't.

Not to mention, some of these other male wrestlers you want to fondle are in other wrestling companies, so you can't do that.

Jack was panicking, his head turning sideways back and forth to check.

He pulled himself away from you, much to your disappointment, and your facial expression changing from seductive to shock, your mouth switching from a grin and a smirk to agape in disgust.

What you did on "Three's Company"/in this  "WWF New York" moment was racy back then, but somewhat tame by today's standards, even if the WWE might be PG rated today.

Compared to other things you did in the Attitude era, this moment is really tame.

[rawiswhore]

Christian Cage/Jack Tripper x Fem Reader- "Funky T.O.W.E.L"

Those that are about to read this fanfic, you can either choose to read about Christian Cage or about Jack Tripper from "Three's Company".

Or both.

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At the end of 1997, some of the World Wrestling Federation's wrestlers were beginning to change their gimmicks/characters.

Hunter Hearst Helmsley was evolving into Triple H, the former evil dentist Isaac Yankem and fake Diesel became Kane, Jesse James ditched his country singer gimmick and became Road Dogg, the former RockaBilly went back to being called Billy Gunn again but was no longer playing a cowboy or country singer, and the former Rocky Maivia ditched his curly hair and was turning into the Rock.

And this was happening to you as well.

You were shedding out of playing an elegant, classy debutante into playing a slutty, half naked bad girl.

Speaking of which, at the end of 1997, the WWF was arguably becoming a lot more edgier, more for adults and teenagers and less kid friendly and family friendly.

And there was no wrestling group at the end of 1997 that proved wrestling was getting edgier than D Generation X, who nearly got "Monday Night Raw" taken off the air during this time.

This is actually a true story.

And you just so happened to be a member of D Generation X, you fit in perfectly with them.

D Generation X were rebellious, defiant, rude, disrespectful, and did many things that would clearly get them in trouble and arguably went past a TV-14 rating.

And you did a few things that nearly went past a TV-14 rating.

If it's Jack Tripper you want...

"Three's Company" was a television series that featured a lot of women dressed in nothing but towels, including its two main female cast members and characters: Joyce Dewitt/Janet Wood and Suzanne Somers/Chrissy Snow.

It also was a television series that featured a lot of women flirting with and seducing their main male character Jack Tripper, but who could blame those women?

Jack was sexy AF.

On a "Shotgun Saturday Night" episode in November of 1997, you arrived to the arena and strolled down to the ring wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around your torso, the towel covering your naked body and tucked underneath your arms.

When you wore that towel, all eyes were on you---in particular the fans' eyes, and many men wolf whistled at you when you slowly walked down to the ring in that towel.

The towel you wore covered your breasts, navel, vulva, ass and your back below your shoulder blades.

The bottom of the towel you wore had reached your upper thighs, enough to cover your vulva and ass cheeks.

Jerry Lawler at the commentary table was wondering if you were naked under that towel, he even exclaimed that into the microphone as his eyes were all on you.

Some men and boys were reaching their hands out in the front row trying to grab that towel, but you were a few inches away from them and tried to keep away from those eager male fans.

While you strolled to the ring in the towel, it didn't manage to fall off of you despite that one of your hands wasn't clutching it or holding it.

When you stood next to the ring throughout this match, your towel didn't fall off, which is a good thing.

On a "Three's Company" episode in the late 1970's or early 1980's, there was a moment where you were inside Jack, Janet and Chrissy's living room where you were wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around your torso covering your naked body, the top of your towel tucked underneath your arms.

The towel you wore covered your breasts, navel, ass cheeks, vulva and back below your shoulderblades.

In both this Christian Cage match and this "Three's Company" moment of you in Jack's living room, your body and your hair were not soaking wet, there was not a single water droplet on your body and your hair was dry, yet you were wearing a towel like you just got out of the shower.

The opponent in this match was Christian Cage, and this was his debut World Wrestling Federation match.

Throughout this match, Christian had his long golden hair hanging down and not tied back in a ponytail.

In the middle of the match, when Christian was near the ropes, especially in an area where there's stairs for you to walk up, you walked up those stairs carefully while one of your hands clutched the towel you were wearing.

The audience's eyes---especially the male fans---were following you as you walked up those stairs, and the camera filmed you on your side as you walked up those stairs.

Some of those male fans in the front row were even stretching their necks out to look underneath that towel you were wearing, where they smiled trying to take a peek of under your towel to see if you're really naked.

"What's she gonna do?" Jerry Lawler eagerly asked on commentary, smiling as he said that. "Is she gonna reveal she's naked under there?"

Was it necessary for you to walk up those stairs?

You can easily do this near the ring.

When you were in Jack Tripper's iconic living room wearing nothing but that towel wrapped around you, Jack saw you, where his eyes grew wide and his eyebrows raised.

If he was holding something like a bottle of lotion, he'd squeeze it and lotion spurts out to simulate ejaculation.

The camera filmed Jack's reaction to seeing you in that towel, and the audience was dying of laughter seeing Jack get aroused over you.

You weren't an ugly woman at all, in fact, you were beautiful and stunning, Jack was just somewhat shocked seeing you like this.

If Jack thought you in that towel was shocking, he's in for a shock and surprise.

You looked at Jack with this seductive, come hither expression on your face, pouting your mouth and one of your hands even playfully and slightly raising a little bit of the bottom of your towel up to show off a little bit more of your thighs.

Once you were on top of those stairs that lead to the ring, you carefully walked on the corner of the ring, making sure you won't fall off of the ring and the towel you're wearing won't slip off of you.

When you stood in a good enough spot and the camera was now filming the front of your body, you tried to get Christian to pay attention to you.

How so?

Your hands grabbed the top of your towel, where you shed the left side of your towel off of your torso and pulled it away sideways to the left, revealing a side of your naked body.

What you revealed to Christian was the front of your nude ribcage, hip and thigh, whereas the other side of your towel was covering both of your breasts, navel and vulva (as well as opposite hip).

The fans--both male and female---in the audience's eyes couldn't believe this.

Their eyes grew wide, their eyebrows raised, their jaws dropped, their mouths gasped and some of them even held their hand in front of their mouths.

Some parents had to cover their children's eyes, and other parents had to walk out with their prepubescent children with them.

Many of the male fans in the audience--both grown men and teenage boys---really got out of their seats and cheered when they saw this.

They were roaring, hollering and cheering this, many of those male fans making cheesy wolf whistles at you.

These male fans no doubt probably wish it was Sunny or even Sable doing this, considering they were 2 of the biggest female sex symbols in the WWF in 1997.

Jerry Lawler's eyes were completely focused on you, his eyes were nearly bugging out of their sockets and he was smiling from ear to ear, getting overexcited.

"She really is naked under that towel!!!" Jerry Lawler exclaimed. "Is she gonna show us more?!"

Christian, however, turned his head, where his peripheral vision saw you standing there exposing half of your naked flesh to him.

As you stood there showing off a bit of your naked body to him, you stood there looking at him with a smirk on your face.

Christian's eyes were suddenly glued to you this time and he couldn't help but simp out to you.

But as Christian was distracted, Triple H came into the ring and attacked him.

It was all a distraction to get Christian to notice you.

Your hand let go of the bottom of your towel and grabbed the top of your towel, where you pulled the other corner of your towel tucked into the top away from your torso and revealed your partially naked body.

What you revealed to Jack was your ribcage, hip and upper thigh, whereas your other hand was holding the opposite side of your towel that was covering both of your breasts, your navel and vulva.

What you were doing shocked the audience and made them gasp as well as their eyebrows raise and eyebrows widen, although others---especially male fans---were whistling.

Likewise, you stood there at Jack smiling and grinning at him.

Jack could nearly faint over seeing you do this to him, although this was to be expected.

Now he was really surprised.

His eyes were attached to you, especially staring at your naked skin you revealed to him.

When you revealed the side of your naked body to Jack, the camera was filming in front of you.

This was really racy and saucy things for television in the late 1970's and early 1980's, but it would be a little bit tame by today's standards.

This was really racy for wrestling standards at the end of 1997, but it's honestly a little bit tame by today's standards, especially considering Sable once stood in the ring topless with hands painted on her naked breasts and Ashley Massaro once stood topless wearing Playboy bunny nipple pasties.

[partycatty]

huh. this is the first janet cage x reader post on this site. do i get an award?

So ive been obsesed with janet cage since she appeared in the end of mk1 and now shes finally being released with peacemaker and im desperate for something ANYTHING PLEASE 🙏 😭

YOURE SO ME FR I LOVE JANET SO MUCH GENUINELY i need her so bad she's my pfp and banner on discord rn HAHA thank you for sharing your thoughts bc i was so afraid i was alone HEHE

janet cage > this one's for you, baby!

janet's got a wittle crush on the reader, and will go to stupid lengths to show herself off

notes: you're in the genderbent universe :3 but because i'm stupid, the chosen ones' names are gonna remain the same because i couldn't think of a genderswapped name for them and wasn't about to do them dirty with new names LMAO

[ masterlist ]

it was only a couple months into training, and things were looking... decent? at least, you could consider yourself improving. sure, combat was something you trained in, but when it came to you versus whatever horrors outworld contained, you tugged at the collar of your shirt.

janet, however, seemed unfazed. actually, she seemed ecstatic! you'd seen a couple of her movies and knew she could kick ass if needed. her physique impressed you, as did her endless charm and effortless ability to piss the swordswoman off. her attitude was brushed off for your sake. you knew she had just gone through a messy divorce with her ex-wife, is in talks of selling her mega mansion, and new roles were coming up dry. you'd think she'd be bitter but it turned out to be quite the opposite. her typical swagger and flourished gestures tore you from your thoughts.

"there she is!" janet exclaims, swinging a toned arm around your shoulder and tugging you close to her side. "you miss me? i bet you did!" you recall the last time you interacted with her: lunch. twenty minutes ago. even still, her perky attitude flustered you quicker than you'd like to admit.

"suuure," you sarcastically reply, hoping to toy with her ego a bit. "as if i didn't see you at lunch."

"it's hard to not miss me when i'm not around," she sighs dramatically, as if she has the hard life. "no need to lie to me, babe. you love having me around." your insides twist at the name. as you eyes are downcast, janet's eyes light up more than usual with a slight blush to her cheeks.

"whatever you wanna believe, miss A-List," you swat her arm, and she removes it though her grin remains unfaltered. janet pauses for a moment, lifting her sunglasses from her eyes and settling them on top of her head. you're winded by her beauty. you had seen it on screen as mentioned before, but there was some alluring power of her eyes when they were only a couple feet from your face. janet could kick ass, but she was also a gorgeous actress.

"tell you what," she shoots a single finger gun at you, once again removing you from your daydreams full of her face... among other things. "you won't have to miss me tonight. raiden and i planned to spar after dinner. you'll watch me kick her ass, right?" there was a hint of pleading, almost nervousness in her gaze. as if she needed you to say yes. her brows knitted together for only a single twitch.

"don't sweat," you reassure her, taking her strong hands in yours with a soft smile. "i'll be your cheerleader." with your confirmation, you turn on your heel and head the other direction to tend to your own duties. what you don't notice, however, is janet whooping to herself as soon as your back is turned.

just as the sun hits golden hour, you and the girls are waiting by the sparring ring. raiden stands straight, hands behind her back as she waits for her opponent to arrive. and so she does. janet comes jogging into view, waving at the crowd of monks and earthrealmers. she waves and smiles, blowing kisses to an unamused audience. she acts like it's another one of her performances. liu kang rolls her eyes.

"i bet your chakram hat that raiden gets her ass kicked," you mutter to kung lao, who stood beside you with a smirk. she nudges your shoulder.

"aren't you supposed to be on janet's side?" kung lao mumbles back with a knowing grin. when you return with a perplexed frown, she scoffs. "everyone and their mother could figure out you're into her."

your cheeks puff up out of frustration, ready to rip kung lao a new one for being so loud and direct, but you see a hand snap in your face. snapping your neck to the source, you meet your eyes with janet's, who was leaning down to catch your attention.

"hey hey, eyes on me, sweet thing," her voice feels like honey when it drops low, and you snap back to her attention with a dazed look in your eye. your heel drives into kung lao's foot when you hear her snicker. "atta girl, check this out." a part of you dies inside from embarrassment. damn her and her confidence.

the spar begins, and admittedly it's evenly matched. punches are matched with kicks, parries and dodges slightly rile the crowd up from how equal the combat is. while raiden is calculated, janet is quick, and it becomes apparent that janet actually has a good chance.

that is, until she successfully knocks raiden to the ground. she's doubled over in pain, trying to prop herself up enough to come back from the near-knockout. janet winds up a fist almost comically, winding it in circles with a grin. just before she lands the blow, she turns to you with a beaming, cocky grin.

"this one's for you, baby!" janet shouts out, pulling her sunglasses down with her other hand to wink. before you could even consider being flattered, raiden flips up and shifts her weight, readying a godlike kick.

WHAM!

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janet sits awkwardly on the cot, fidgeting with the now broken pair of sunglasses in her hands. she can't seem to bring herself to focus on you, even as you're leaning into her to wipe her wounds.

"you should have been more careful," you gently scold her, holding her face up by her chin to wipe the dried blood on her nose. "i don't need the whole show to be impressed, janet."

she smiles lazily, eyelashes fluttering as she inspects your features. "did i at least look hot getting my nose broken?"

you want to sigh and scold her further, but you decided to indulge in her entertainment and smile back, and janet visibly tenses up at your warm stare.

"very."

her lazy smile turns into a lopsided grin as she realizes you're calling her hot. not that her ego needed it really, she knew she was hot. but you saying of it all people, dear lord she was reeling. although she was an actress, a damn good one, you could see she was visibly straining herself from losing it. so, considering you had the upper hand, you hold her face by her cheeks and squish gently with a teasing smile.

"you're blushing."

janet frowns dubiously. "am not."

"i can see it. you're blushing." your eyes flicker between hers, and then to her lips briefly. she sucks them in, focusing on your own lips with dazed eyes.

perhaps janet could use another lesson, you think. so, instead of indulging in what you both want, you let go of her face and place the bloodied rag in a discard bin, wiping your hands on your thighs. janet freezes with a pleading look, knowing exactly what you're doing. you're playing a sick game of cat and mouse.

"where are...?" janet's voice trails off sheepishly, the hardest indicator that you've caught her off guard. she wants to stand up and follow you out, but the monks told her to stay, and a pounding migraine from the blow made sudden movement difficult.

"gotta fight for what you want, janet," you coo innocently, waving with your fingers before you exit the tent. "just don't get your ass kicked. maybe then i'll reward you."

you're not around long enough to see the steam spilling from her ears and her beet-red cheeks.