#shawn michaels x fem reader

[soothedoll]

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shawn michaels! birthday sex in a hotel what more could you ask for.

minors don’t interact

shawn’s adamant about not wanting anything for his birthday the older man not fond of aging as his position in the wwf was unknown. with new talent emerging and titles changing hands the thought of being replaced was daunting.

he settled into the hotel room alone without the presence of his girlfriend. hot water from the shower cleansing him of the sins he partook in with hunter earlier. the men sharing everything together and coincidentally a birthday five days apart.

getting caught up in the limelight that provided much more than this evenings house show. alcohol would’ve been his speciality but tonight was different opting to be sober as his mind couldn’t stop racing.

the girlfriend in question hasn’t responded to him all day a bit annoyed of the decision to spend a birthday in sin city knowing that women were practically hanging their panties from the turn buckles for the degenerates.

shawn understood why he was in the dog house so he didn’t bother to call again. a year of dating that wasn’t short of heated arguments and headaches. so instead he’s sipping from a wine glass rewatching the god father with a box of cheese pizza positioned on the counter.

midnight approaching as a soft knock on the door breaks his focus thinking it was the movie before he hears another thud his eyebrows raise in confusion. from the peephole he recognizes you cautiously opening the door.

a genuine smile gracing his features as you’re holding a chocolate cake decorated with chocolate frosting a tub of his favorite french vanilla ice cream at your feet.

his eyes scan your appearance high waisted denim jeans with a white crop top. silver hoops matching a butterfly necklace the hint of makeup subtle with nude glossy lips.

your hair shoulder length and slightly curled at the end small flower clips securing it from falling into your face.

“happy birthday baby.” your voice soft the smile unmistaken as your boyfriend takes the cake from you fingers joining together in the process.

he’s ushering you inside eyes inadvertently lingering on the curve of your ass. grabbing a fork to dig into the chocolate he’s chewing slowly ensuring to place the ice cream in the freezer.

you note the tidiness of the hotel room a stark contrast to his on screen personality. “a year of dating and i never would’ve took you for a baker.” he’s forking another piece the chocolate melting in his mouth with a hum. light blue eyes warm with affectionate at your gesture.

“you’ve never asked.” your response a little snarky settling on the couch as shawn is all to familiar with your attitude.

over the next few hours you’ve decided to forgive shawn considering the stress at work and fact that he hasn’t stepped out of the relationship.

you both became immersed in a conversation of wrestling asking the superstar himself about his everyday experience within the wwf. you met outside of the company wrestling not being your favorite pastime but you were smitten the day you saw him.

one conversation leading to more, not bothered by your younger age of twenty three as you kept his head on straight. the man patient allowing you to question everything, being open with his responses and pleased with how much you’ve learned about his craft. feeling as if another year around the sun with you was worth it.

he’s comfortable reclining further as a scent of tangerines and vanilla entices him to pull you closer placing one arm behind your head. small kisses placed to your temple as the atmosphere shifts shawn knowing how to make a particular pulse grow between your legs.

“never knew a younger women could be so sophisticated.” his breath is fanning your face. you’re so timid it makes him want to claim you. cute not enough to summarize how adorable you are.

“then maybe you don’t know a lot about younger women.” the rebuttal slipping out casually as shawn smirks his eyes turning a shade darker.

“is that so? perhaps you can enlighten me.” your breath hitches as he kisses you, the older man taking the lead as his tongue wrestles yours. a connecting trail of spit as you separate leaving you sticky.

“i never said you were forgiven.” the man shakes his head laughing with a tsk his hand coming to guide you towards the bed. round ass sinking into the plush as he stands in front of you staring down at your frame.

“arms up.” he’s stern you obeying as he’s discarding your shirt across the room tits on display as he toys with your nipples pulling slightly. mouth then coming to latch on the sensitive bud sucking harshly as his fingers find your pussy.

your thong adding for separation as he taps your clit embarrassed with how turned on you are. “i’m sorry babe.” you can barely focus on his apologies as he’s rubbing your clit jeans and underwear feeling a bit tighter as he’s purposely teasing you.

shawn somehow always having to be in control and on his birthday was no exception. he’s pulling away turning you around and propping your ass up on the edge of the bed. peeling your jeans and thong down to your ankles.

he locks eyes on your glistening folds tongue lapping at your clit as he eats you from behind arms holding you in place as he slurps. you’re squirming around eyes rolling back as he’s hungry for you tongue going as deep as it could.

“fuck, no running princess.” shawn’s vocal his own pretty moans slipping out as he’s flicking your clit the cream coating his mouth as he pushes his face deeper the sweetness simply delicious.

“shawn” is all you can moan pleading as you can feel your abdomen clenching helplessly grinding on his face. his blond hair in disarray as he’s humming the sensations have you shaking reduced to a cumming mess.

“fucking brat.” the words make you whimper as he’s lining his dick up with your entrance tip slick as he’s collecting the juices a chuckle erupting from him.

“think you can take it?” he taunts not waiting for protest while pushing his dick inside of you with a groan. the warmth and tightness inviting as you hissed still not fully able to adjust to his well endowed length.

your head is pushed into the mattress back arching deeper as your cunt made several sounds his dick throbbing inside of you and hitting a spot that makes you babble.

his actions rough with a hint of being gentle ensuring to place kisses on your back everytime he swatted your ass.

you’re drunk from his dick mouth agape as your drooling gripping the bed sheets while small tears of pleasure form being so full is heavenly indeed. “my precious girl you’re getting so good at this.” shawn is praising you the way you’re taking him so well driving him crazy.

liquid spilling from your pussy as your squirting the juices staining the sheets underneath you both whimpering as you’ve never came so hard before. feeling him deep in your stomach as shawn’s eager hips slamming as the birthday boy chased his own high.

his cock stiffens pulling out of you as ropes of cum lands on your thong and jeans, some dripping on your brown skin literally marking his territory. he’s still hard though eyes still feasting on your body as round two looms in the air.

“i’m not done with you yet it’s still my birthday.” the statement has you on your back legs spread open as he’s smiling ready to destroy you.

[quinnxsocials]

THE MASKED KILLER

BILLY X READER X STU FAN FIC

This is based on the 1996 SCREAM VER!

THIS IS PART THREE

ALL PARTS LINKED HERE! MASTERLIST

Rose realized the best idea would to go to Tatum’s house later on to avoid the awkwardness, Sidney and Tatum weren’t really close with Rose so she knew she would read the room immediately and feel uncomfortable. Currently Rose was walking in her house and went upstairs, she was very excited to pick an outfit for the party, maybe she did need to loosen up so she could fit in more with her sister. As she was picking the outfit someone barged into her room through the window. She jumped at the noise and turned around, but when she realized who they were she sighed in relief. Fortunately it was Billy, “Hey, was on a walk and saw your window opened” he said staring at Rose. She replied saying “Billy one, you scared the shit outta me. Two you shouldn’t be here with your girlfriend’s sister alone, that’s a bad look for us.” Rose crossed her arms with a straight face and Billy chuckled “Weren’t we alone yesterday getting along well?” He used his hand to cup Rose’s cheek and grinned as he leaned in and gave her a passionate kiss. Rose was in shock and was going to pull away until she stopped herself once she melted slowly into the kiss. “Bill-!“ Rose mumbled, “shh.” he whispered and leaned back in again. He kissed her deeper than before and was begging for entrance, his tongue was licking her lip as he groped her ass to make her moan so he can sneak his tongue in, After a few minutes of the heated kiss Billy pulled away, “God, that was amazing..” he whispered. Rose looked away flustered but Billy grabbed her chin to make her look up at him he chuckled looking at her red face, “I can’t.. let you cheat on Sidney with me..” Rose said muttering. “She hasn’t spoken to me, she thinks I killed Casey.. but you know I didn’t right?” Billy replied looking into Rose’s eyes to get clarification and Rose nodded. “You wouldn’t do that.” Rose said smiling, “Good to hear, Rose.” He nodded and let go of her face. “I’m gonna head out, you’re going to the party right ?” Billy said one leg out of the window and looking at Rose “yeah..” she said before he smirked and climbed out. She closed her window and shut the blinds before returning to looking for an outfit.

Rose finally arrived at Tatum’s house a hour ago, It wasn’t as awkward as she thought it would be but they helped each other get ready. When everyone was finally finished they drove in Tatum’s car, “Someone looks really happy!” Tatum said as Rose got in the back of her red car, Sidney sat in the front. “Oh, please it’s nothing!” Rose replied and started smiled. “Randy came for a visit I see?” Sidney said smiling, “No!!” Rose held her head in her hands in a flustered expression. “Mhm.” Tatum said looking at Sidney with a she’s lying look, and Sidney nodded. “So we got the food and drinks we’re going to Stu’s now okay babes?” Tatum said while driving, “got it!” Rose said sitting in the back looking at the floor spacing out, as the time went by and Rose kept overthinking she yelled “stop!” and Tatum rushed to the breaks. “Fuck! Rose what’s wrong?” Tatum said in a worried expression, “I made out with Billy at the house. I can’t lie. It was wrong and I tried to stop it but it just kept going.” Sidney looked at her in shock and smiled, “It’s okay, me and Tatum have to tell you something anyways.” Sidney said and they both grinned harder. “We like eachother, but we aren’t dating yet.” Tatum said and Rose clapped and had a sigh of relief. “Great I didn’t want you to hate me..” Rose replied happily and they began driving again to Stu’s party. “Tatum’s in the house!” Tatum yelled as she walked into Stu’s house with bags of food and drinks dancing nd everyone cheered, “Sup Rosie Posiee!” A voice said hugging her figure from behind. “Hey Stuey, Tatum’s waiting on the couch ya know?” Rose replied smiling, “I don’t care , we broke up just now.” Stu said giving her a tone and she nodded confused. “Needa talk to ya..” he added on rubbing his neck nervously, and Rose looked at him and nodded. They both walked upstairs, “I like you” Stu said as they entered the room. “Oh- I- uhm Stu I can’t say anything right now.” Rose replied backing away and leaving the room but as she ran down the stairs to leave she bumped into Billy… “Hey, you alright?” Billy said holding her steady, “Uhm yeah, I gotta go.” Rose replied looking around to try and find the others. “The party just began though?” Billy again replied to Rose looking confused, “Well I need to go. Have you seen Tate?” Rose was getting anxious and he shrugged “In the garage? Go check I guess.” Billy turned away to the living room to find someone. Rose was confused and worried so she ran into the garage to find Tatum passed out on the floor, to her surprise Tatum was still alive! “Fuck are you okay?” Rose ran to her and checked up on her to find a large scratch on her arm going to her wrist. “W-We gotta go. Get Randy and Sid.” Tatum said weakly and stumbled to get up, Rose helped her and they quickly went and grabbed Randy but Sidney was gone..

Sidney was screaming as she ran downstairs, she had blood on her face and ran towards them. “No time to talk we gotta go!” Rose whispered and ran outside, They got into Tatum’s car and drove off. They escaped, They escaped death?

ROSE POV

Huh… where am I? This looks weird, it’s Stu’s kitchen? Didn’t I run out with the rest of them? I got up and walked around the house. Nobody was there, I went outside just to find Gale and Dewey.. a slasher movie style kill on the porch. I was horrified, I ran and looked at the car. We did leave, or attempt. An attempt would be the word because I looked and found.. TATUM AND SIDNEY FUCKING BRUTALLY KILLED? And their insides were just... I screamed in horror. Randy wasn’t there, I then decided to run back to Dewey and grab his gun. I walked back into the house and closed the door behind me, “Rose!” Someone yelled my name. “Huh? Hello?” I replied. I jumped as I heard a thud and someone falling down the steps, it was Billy. “Holy shit Billy I assumed you were dead..” I said whispering and running towards him. “Got away just in time..” I helped him up and we walked toward the door again “Hand me the gun,” he whispered “No Billy I got it-“ he cut me off “Hand me the fucking gun Rose!” He screamed but I handed it to him quickly, There was pounding on the door and it was Stu and Randy fighting on who was innocent and who wasn’t. “Rose let me in he’s insane he’s the killer!” Randy cried and pounded on the door, “ROSE YOU KNOW I WOULD NEVER PLEASE HE KILLED MY TATUM!!” Stu screamed and pushed Randy as he ran up the stairs begging me to let him in. I impulsively let Randy in and locked the door behind me and Billy, “Stu’s gone mad!” Randy said looking at me and Billy. As I turned to look at Billy he pointed the gun to Randy and said “We all go a little mad sometimes..” Billy then shot him I screamed in horror “BILLY WHAT THE FUCK?” As Randy fell to the ground I sat on the floor holding onto him, Billy grinned looking insane with blood all over him and moving the gun to his head scratching his hair chuckling. “Anthony Perkins, Psycho..” He said watching me get up from the floor looking at him in disbelief, Billy spoke again sucking the blood off his finger “Mmm.. corn syrup, Same stuff they used for pig’s blood in Carrie.” I cried and shook my head “you’re lying.. no..” I turned to the side running into the kitchen and I bump into someone’s chest, I look up shaking and see that it’s Stu. “Stu! Help me please..” He looks down at me and pulls a device to his mouth “Surprise, Rose!” Laughing in my face and Billy looked at us in a shocked expression quickly into a chuckle as I groaned and ran past Stu. “Ah ah ah!” Billy stopped me in the other side of the kitchen, Stu tossed the device to him and he caught it smirking “What’s the matter Rose looks like you’ve seen a ghost!” He spoke using the device, “you guys are insane you’ll never get away with this!” I screamed “Tell that to cotton weary..” Billy whispered and pointing the knife towards me slowly moving it down my neck to my shirt looking in my eyes. “Billy please stop.. why would you even do this.. my own mother? My sister? What did I ever do to you.” I start crying in utter disbelief I never expected Billy to ever do that. “Oh for fucks sake they weren’t no saints, they flashed their shit around town tryna be Sharon stone but they weren’t no Sharon stone alright” Stu said “We basically did all of you guys a favor and took em out.” He added on giggling “But you.. didn’t do anything wrong. You were the saint. That’s why we did this. To protect you.” Billy said and chuckled, “You know you love us. How about we throw all of this past shit away and you help us get away with this we can walk freely and be in love.” Stu added on holding my cheek. “I.. would love to. Honestly.” I whispered back and finally melted. “Good choice Rose.” Billy said, “Now to frame Mr Neil Prescott!” He yelled laughing and Stu helped Billy slam the closet door open to reveal my dad. I didn’t care anymore, I let them frame him. They finally shot him, the motive was he went insane killed my mom my sister and then himself. Me, Billy and Stu would be “dead” with a few minor injuries but we would survive. We all cut eachother up with the knife and called the cops after that, I passed out.

NARRATOR POV

After the police came Rose woke up and next thing she knew was she helped them get away with it. In the act of pure love, she was indeed obsessed. Once the story made the news they were praised being called survivors for escaping the “real ghost face” Neil. In the end they all ended up getting together and having a family, two kids. They got away with everything and the story ends there between them.

A/N : Thanks so much for reading. Final chapter, Rushed kinda… Finally time I put this book to rest, love you all. until then, bye!

[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.

[rainchyna]

PENT UP.

SHAWN MICHAELS X FEM!READER

(idiots w sexual tension, smut, cussing, fingering, p in v, squirting)

You hadn't even fully sat down before you heard a knock on your door, you sigh, rolling your eyes before getting up to unlock the door. you didn't even get to see who it was, as you were pushed back against the opposite wall, the door slamming loud behind you.

Strong arms had pinned against the wall as a tall figure towered you, irritated, you look up only to see Shawn looking down at you, and you could've sworn he was burning holes into your eyes. One of his hands caged both of yours above your head, while the other held onto your waist pulling you close to him. You can smell the strong cologne that he used, it was slowly intoxicating you, he could see it in your eyes.

He didn't even say a word, he immediately kissed you. Something in the back of your head told you to kiss him back, so you did, and god did it feel good. you really didn't want to enjoy this, you really didn't. but the way he was holding you close to him, the way his lips were moving against yours, everything for some reason felt right.

He pulled away from you, and even though you were both professional wrestlers, you were both out of breath, "fuck me yourself coward? i'll show you" he grunts.

This was about another one of the petty arguments you two had. Something about Vince putting you both on commentary, or something about you making fun of his flamboyant gear and wrestling style. Wait, no it’s about him telling you to ‘go fuck yourself’, and you telling him ‘fuck me yourself, coward.’

Now, this, you two getting your anger out by making out, was new. 

This enemies-who-don't-really-hate-each-other-with-benefits thing was eventually going to blow up in your faces. Today might be the day.

A slight smirk found its way to your face. You never really understood why Shawn had this effect on you, and why specifically him. He'd have you rolling your eyes every time he'd not so discreetly check you out, but blushing the second he'd walk away. Giggling to yourself like a schoolgirl with a crush every time he'd drop a flirty comment, but you'd dry your hardest to look annoyed. 

His lips meet yours again, your hands are lost in his soft, golden hair. Your lips push and pull against each other as his tongue dances with yours. “Jump” he mumbled against your lips and you immediately did as you’re told. You wrap your legs around his torso as he holds your outer thighs and his lips make their way to your neck, licking and biting, placing as many love bites as he can. Leaving you breathless. “Shawn, please do something” you moan, “oh, i will” he mutters against your neck. 

Pulling you away from the wall, he gently places you on the sofa facing the door before climbing on top of you and kissing you again. You can feel him ever so slightly grind against you, so you grind back onto him earning a light groan from him. He slides your shirt off of you, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses until he reaches the hem of your pants, his eyes meet yours for a second, you nod at him letting him know that you wanted this.

It was an open secret. Everyone knew you two had something going on, but no one knew what exactly it was. Did you like each other? Did you hate each other? Were you hooking up? Whatever it was, your chemistry was through the roof, and the sexual tension was nowhere near thin.

He pulls down your pants, removing them from your legs revealing your pretty lace panties, that were now unbearably sticky with your wetness. Shawn’s big hands move up from your legs to your hips, gently, he tugs off your underwear, shoving them into the pocket of his jeans. He pulls your legs apart before getting on his knees in front of you, you close your eyes, bracing yourself for what he’s about to do and the second they’re completely shut, you feel his warm tongue against your slit. 

His tongue moves smoothly against your delicate flesh, teasing your clit with little nibs every now and then. “Y-you did-dn’t lock the door” you stutter, “we’ll g-get caught”, he just chuckles. “That’s the fun part,” he says.

One of his hands keeps your legs open as the other teases your slit, he slowly pushes two of his fingers inside you, causing you to whine loudly, “you’re being pretty loud for someone who doesn’t wanna get caught” he smirks, and as much as you wanted to say something back, you couldn’t.

His fingers were working magic inside you, curling inside you and stretching you out, he pushed another finger inside you. Your brain went blank, and your body was heating up quickly, he dove back in between your legs, the pressure on your clit from his tongue was too much, you can feel your orgasm building up fast, it was almost embarrassing. 

“S-shawn” you whimpered, you grabbed as fistful of his hair making him groan into your pussy, sending shivers up your spine, “shawn, p-please, oh fuck, fuck” you cried. Your back arched and your vision became hazy, “cum for me” he mumbles against you, your body processed before your mind did, and you were cumming on his face. A loud whimper escaped your lips as you felt him pull away from you, “so sweet for me, pretty girl” he says. 

you look at him, eyes lustful, his lips and chin glistened with your juices, his hair was messy and you can see his boner through his tight pants.

“W-want you inside” you huff, his lips curl into his classic shit-eating grin, “think you can handle me, doll?” you roll your eyes, fixing your position on the sofa, “do you want to find out, or are you just gonna stand there?” you groan. 

His hands messily undo his pants, as he shimmies out of them, you can properly see the tent that had formed in his pants, pre-cum staining his grey boxers. The sight was enough to have you drooling, “think you deserve it?” Shawn said maintaining eye contact with you, you quickly nod your head, needing him more than ever. “Think you can handle me darlin’?” his texan accent twangs, he holds your face in one of his hands, the other patting your hair. 

“Yes, sir” you reply. He smirks before kissing you. A deep, needy kiss. So passionate you can feel him pouring his soul into it, pulling away from you, you both attempt to catch your swiftly stolen breath, you take some time to admire how genuinely beautiful Shawn was. From his sharp, defined jawline to the curve of his pink lips. His high cheekbones to his gorgeous greenish, blue eyes. His thick eyebrows furrowed as he caught you deep in thought, “what are you thinkin’ about, pretty?”

If only you were mine.

“you.” You truthfully answer.

“Being cute ain’t gonna get you anywhere. You’ll get it good for being a smartass, baby. You’re mine and only mine from now on.” he says, finally pulling off his boxers as they had gotten uncomfortably tight around him. 

Only his, you were all his now.

His cock sprang out, slapping against his abdomen, his tip was a bright, angry pinkish-red. He was both long and thick, definitely bigger than average. Way bigger, and for a split second you questioned whether or not he’ll fit. 

“Like what you see, huh?” he teased as he caught you borderline drooling. You just nod.

He moved on top of you, your arms immediately wrapped themselves around his neck, but he pushed them away, pinning them above your head, his other hand aligned his cock with your soaking cunt. 

Your eyes rolled back as he slowly pushed himself inside you, you bit down on your lips trying to drown down your moans. “S-shawn” you cried.

“I know, baby, I know” he moans, bottoming out, mumbling against your neck something about how you feel better than he’d dreamed of. He slowly began rocking against you, moving so well inside you tears were forming in the corners of your eyes, he moved up, his hand gripping onto your hip as the other kept your hands away. 

His thrusts began slow and deep, your back arched, mouth falling open as you struggled to let out anything that wasn’t his name, you clenched tightly around him. “Relax for me, baby.” he groaned, his hand moved up from your hips to your waist, upwards towards your breasts, then towards your neck where he had left several marks, a little gift to remind you who you belong to. 

He wraps his fingers around your neck, just tight enough so that you’re mind numbingly marinated in pleasure. THe look of pure bliss on your face damn near sent him over the edge on the spot, his hips stuttering as he speeds up a little, and he thrusts into you so deep you swear you can feel him near your lungs. 

And as he picked up a pace, he began loudly moaning in your ear, shamelessly. You felt better than any drug and he was going to make sure you knew. He breathed in deeply, grunting and whimpering in your ear. His lips would kiss and nip at your neck, “you feel so fucking good.” he moaned, his voice travelling straight to your already sensitive clit. “You don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of you at night, how many times I’ve touched myself thinkin’ ‘bout you, baby.” he moans.

It was too much to handle, the thought of him touching himself because you riled him up that bad. So bad, you’ve shown up in his dreams. It was too fucking much for you. 

“Gonna cum, Shawn, I-I, ‘m cumming!” you gasp. “do it, cum all over me sweetheart” he encourages. your body goes limp as your orgasm pushes through you. He stays still for a second, just wanting to feel how he made you cum, moaning loudly as your pussy grips on him. Yet he doesn’t cease his movements.

You couldn’t tell if he’s chasing his own high, or if he’s trying to overstimulate you. You let out a loud shudder as his hand finally lets go of yours before latching itself onto your clit, massaging and rubbing it harshly.

 You could feel another orgasm building up, you couldn’t handle it. “Sha-shawn, i c-can’t, too sensitive” you whimper. “Hold on for me doll, a-almost th-there” he moans. You tried, you were trying so hard. “Be a good girl, baby.” he moans.

Fuck, you really tried, you wrap your arms around his neck, whimpering against his chest. You were panting, tears brimming in your eyes, and he moaned your name over, and over again directly in your ear. His cock pistoning in and out of you, tip pushing against your g-spot, fingers continuing their assault on your swollen nub.

You tried so hard to stop yourself but you couldn’t, you squirted all over his abdomen, soaking him in your arousal. The sight of you squirting on him, and the sound of you crying out his name like that triggered his orgasm. Shawn collapsed, moaning like he’s never had sex before, on top of you as his hot, sticky cum coated your walls. Your eyes were barely open, and your breathing was nowhere near steady. 

“Are you still there, pretty?” he asks, you mumble incoherencies as your eyes slowly open. “What are you saying?” he asks, “You’re mine, and if you don’t keep fuckin’ me like this ‘m killing you” you pant, a proud smile tugging on his lips, “I'll do anything you want, baby."

[kpop-s-akura]

Like to Be You || b.cc

TEASER / Release Date: TBD

🌸Pairing: Bang Christopher Chan x fem!Reader 🌸Description: You and Chris have been dating for roughly half a year, not very long by most people's standards.

As expected in a relationship between an idol and a college student (and relationships in general), there's obstacles to overcome and things to learn, but you know you love each other very much — and love should be enough. And yet, there comes a breaking point and your and Chris' relationship hits a wall, as you two don't yet understand what it's like to be the other. 🌸Genre (s)/Content: SFW; angst; established relationship; curse words; mentions of familial issues; these will be added to and(/or) edited in the final work!

🌸Teaser Word Count: 540

🌸A/N: At the end; was too long lol

Happy reading!🖤🖤

🎶Now Playing:🎶 Like to Be You (feat. Julia Michaels) by Shawn Mendes

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“All right everybody, that’ll be all for today. I’ve uploaded the outline and I’ll see you all for the midterm; study hard!” The bustling of the students around me mingled with the low playing music that flowed through my earbuds — but neither did anything to distract me from the pounding headache that thumped my brain for the past day. 

Week. Month, more like it.

Ever since the professors had us start thinking about our midterms and semi-preparing for them, it’s like a fire lit under my ass and I felt it in my temples.

While I wasn’t pulling all-nighters to study (yet) and explicitly killing myself over the prospective tests (yet), I was stressed to hell in a way I couldn’t even fathom.

Was it because the school made an internal error, and now our midterms were weeks earlier than other colleges?

It’s inconvenient, but there wasn’t much I could do about it.

I mean I am in my senior year. But it wasn’t even my final midterm, I still have another in March; thank fuck the school didn’t screw up both testing dates.

Perhaps the ugly feelings of my depreciating status with my mom was still busting my back. Was I not as truly indifferent to what was going on? 

Not like I thought I was.

My mom and I disagreed on many things, including how I would continue on with my life. It made for quite the strain on our bond and my mental health for a bit.

It was upsetting, but I adapted to our new dynamics and I often try to not think about it.

There was also the situation of my full-time job, which wasn’t offering me any rest from the business of school. 

I had been working at the same department store for almost my entire college career, and I got promoted to manager status because of that.

So it wasn’t a matter of first-day (or even first-year) nervousness, it was just an adult job that gave me adult stress and adult anger.

There were many other problems going on in my life, substantial and infinitesimal, but I never once considered my relationship with Chris to be one of them.

Bang Christopher Chan. Stage name, Bangchan.

Leader of fourth generation K-pop boy group and global sensation: Stray Kids.

Never, in my wildest dreams — even the ones I had during a fever — did I imagine myself dating an idol.

While I rarely ever listened to K-pop before, I did like a couple of songs and recognized the occasional idol thanks to friends who were a part of the fandom; of which almost all were Stays.

And it’s not like Stray Kids weren’t one of the biggest names in South Korea, at the time. I could usually recognize their faces from the numerous billboards, media ads, or pictures my friends would show me.

But at first, I didn’t recognize Chris.

In the middle of the National Museum of Korea, amidst the dozens — maybe even hundreds, that day — of visitors, it’s no wonder he had his identity wrapped up so tightly.

Unfortunately, when you’re a global superstar like Chan, you’re bound to be recognized in public by one of your superfans.

And that’s how we crossed paths.

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🌸A/N: Happiest birthday to my dear, Channie!!!!🥳🎂🎊🎉

In America at least lol.

I wanted to post this for his birthday, but many complications happened (including, but definitely not limited to, Hurricane Helene). Even now, I'm posting this much later than I originally meant to🫠🫠🫠

Regardless, I'm happy to post this teaser for his special day instead☺️ I have no idea when this'll actually be posted, I'm crossing my fingers for it to be before the end of October, but I have much more free time to work on it as I'm on an extended break!

Happy birthday again to my special boy!🥰🫶

[south-of-heaven]

Triple H x fem! michaels! reader where he meets her and falls for her?

Love at first sight || Triple H x Reader

Summary: Your brother introduces you to his fellow stablemates in D-Generation X. You take a particular liking to Hunter.

It was a chilly evening, and the neon lights of a crowded bar cast a warm, inviting glow onto the pavement outside. You stood there, adjusting the collar of your leather jacket and trying to calm the fluttering in your chest. Your brother Shawn had finally convinced you to meet his friends from D-Generation X, a group of legendary wrestlers. You had always been close to Shawn, and the thought of meeting his friends was both exciting and nerve-wracking.

As you walked into the bar, you were immediately greeted by a cacophony of laughter, cheers, and familiar faces. Shawn's friends, the members of DX, were gathered around a table, beers in hand. Shawn waved you over, and you joined the group.

"Everyone, this is my little sister," Shawn announced with a grin, placing a protective arm around your shoulder. "Y/N, meet the DX crew."

You exchanged polite greetings and handshakes with the various members of the group, your eyes scanning the faces. Then you locked eyes with a man who introduced himself as Hunter, but Shawn affectionately called him "Triple H."

Hunter was a commanding presence, with rugged good looks and a charismatic smile that could melt anyone's heart. He extended his hand to you, and as you shook it, a jolt of electricity seemed to pass between you. There was an immediate connection, a sense that you had known each other for far longer than a few seconds.

Throughout the evening, you found yourself drawn to Hunter. You chatted effortlessly, sharing stories and laughter as if you'd been friends forever. It was as if the world had faded away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble of existence.

As the night wore on, Shawn and the others gradually faded into the background, their conversations becoming nothing more than a distant hum. You and Hunter found a quiet corner, away from the hustle and bustle of the bar. The conversation grew more intimate, the air charged with an undeniable attraction.

"Y/N," Hunter said, his voice low and husky, "I have to admit, meeting you tonight has been the best part of my day."

A shiver ran down your spine as he leaned in closer. Without hesitation, you met him halfway, your lips finding his in a passionate kiss. The world seemed to vanish around you, leaving only the two of you entangled in each other's embrace.

When you finally pulled away, your heart raced, and you couldn't help but smile. Hunter's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, and he whispered, "I've never believed in love at first sight until now."

You chuckled softly. "Me neither, but there's something about you, Hunter."

And just like that, as quickly as you'd met, you both fell headlong into a whirlwind romance. In the midst of the chaotic world of professional wrestling, you and Triple H had found something rare and beautiful – a love that transcended the spotlight and the ring, a love that would endure the test of time.

[rawiswhore]

Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "Picture Perfect"

At the end of 1997, you took this photo with some of the sexiest male wrestlers in the WWF.

Those wrestlers were Shawn Michaels, Triple H, Billy Gunn and Jeff Hardy.

In that picture, all of those aforementioned wrestlers had their long hair hanging down.

You were topless in this photo but your hands were covering and blocking out your nipples and breasts.

Shawn’s head was right next to one of your breasts, where his tongue was sticking out and the tip of it was aimed at one of your tits.

Your head was turned sideways while you smiled in this photo.

Triple H, Jeff Hardy and Billy Gunn were all smiling and looking into the camera in this photo.

This picture you took was a recreation of a photo of Missy Hyatt, ECW’s Raven and Jim Powers all together.

This is the aforementioned photo:

[edgessunflower]

Hi babes!!! I have a Kevin Nash request for you. You have free reign to go crazy.

Eeeeeee

Swept off your feet

Pairing: Kevin Nash x Fem reader

Description: Your boyfriend likes to carry you around leading to a common joke between the two of you and your shared friends

Laughs are shared between you and your friends as you all enjoy the cool weather and cookout. You were all cooking out at Scott's the group consisting of Scott Hall, Torrie Wilson, Shawn Michaels, Rey Mysterio, Eddie Guerrero, Yourself, rey's wife Angie, and your boyfriend Kevin Nash all enjoying the time together with drinks, food, jokes, friendship, and a raw precious form of family between all of you smiling when kevin wraps his arms around you as you wait for the food to get done speaking with angie and rey until you are yelping when kevin grabs and lifts you over his shoulder "Damn guess I swept her off her feet guys" they all burst out laughing when everyone else looks only to see you over his shoulder wiggling your feet not knowing that the joke would be more than a cheesy statement made up in the moment of lighthearted fun. The seven of you are full of conversation walking in the locker room changing in the other room as everyone talks, you walk back out rolling your eyes at a very bad joke from scott before you are squealing after being startled only for everyone to laugh at you upside down over kevin's shoulder "Baby put me down!" he laughs before taking a sip of water while still holding you "But I swept you off your feet I wouldn't want to put you down again" you groan in your hands while laughing as everyone else soon jokes about it "He's right y/n, no one can sweep you off your feet over half their body like he can" you yell seeing rey smirk raising his brows while looking you in the eyes making everyone laugh as kevin puts you down not before pinching your butt making you yelp and smack his chest, you all head ringside cheering for eddie during his match against Juventud Guerrera screeching when yet again you are lifted but instead of being hung over you're sitting on kevin's shoulder cheering for him. Eddie wins the match and you all pull him into separate plus one big group hug before being back on kevin's shoulder "Babe come on!" everyone laughs as he climbs over the ropes with you on him easily walking up the ramp you waving at fans before pulling his hair "Don't start something you can't get out of babydoll" you turn just a little to flip him off "Well that's not nice after I've swept you off your feet and everything" you smile as he puts you down sharing a kiss before sitting on the couch watching tv until you were asleep warning everyone to keep quiet by pointing at you on the couch, placing a blanket on you before gently raising your upper body up and back down with your head in his lap.

[wallofchynax]

REQUESTING GUIDELINES

☁️🍯🧸✨

I have have no hard and fast rules regarding who I will write fics for. I don't follow TNA or AEW so I won't take stars from there. I do have a preference for WWF era wrestlers but honestly, I will and have written modern stars. I REFUSE to write for Logan Paul and if you need me to explain why then please watch Coffeezilas video on how Logan Paul scammed a bunch of people in a crypto scam and refuses to actually make amends :) my only dni is if you are a logan paul apologist, you complain constantly on the dash or if you are critical or any of my favourites (particularly Shawn Michaels as I am unfortunately a shameless mark). I literally don't care if you dislike them but i'd prefer not to see it.

I WILL NOT WRITE;

vomit

bodily fluids that aren't cum.

incest/selfcest

pedophilia

suicide and self harm (these are both things i struggle with and i'm not always in a good emotional state to deal with these issues).

prompts that you've sent to other writers.

I MIGHT WRITE;

character x character (I am EXTREMELY PICKY with wwe ships. I only personally ship like two,,, so you will need to double check (unless it's hartbreak or shawter then you will immediately get a yes)

dead dove - again, i'm very picky. i've just came from being a big dead dove writer in another fandom. i'm happy to write dark themes such as stalking, kidnapping, dubcon and drugging but i am picky. i hate edginess for the sake of being edgy.

cheating - this honestly depends on the context.

emotional manipulation

Noncon/rape - I will be REALLY selective.

I WILL WRITE

daddy kink

smut/nsfw

bdsm and heavy kinks (consensual)

fluff/sfw

angst (with or without comfort)

gn/masc/fem/trans reader (however unless you say, i will assume you want for a female reader)

poly requests

character death

age gap

cnc

unfair power dynamics

horror based plots

gangbangs, threesomes, foursomes etc

honestly i'm open to most kinks. unless it's in the do not write, i'll probably write it

[soothedoll]

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shawn micheals ! brat taming

minors don’t interact

three feminine moans fill the arena of a local house show those hazel eyes rolled into your skull as shawn presses your pretty face against the oak door to his dressing room.

a display of pyro and the screams from a couple thousand fans has your core soaked. shawn having all the time in the world as his entrance music plays oblivious to the consequences of missing his match.

“fuck.” the curse falls from your pouted lips tongue coated red from the cherry lollipop you sucked on earlier. his hands careless and squeezing your throat, his arm further securing you against the wall and his dick.

“do you think I’m fucking stupid?” he finds the flesh of your ass digits discarding the thong that shielded your creamy pussy. he strums your swollen clit scoffing at the fluids that coat his fingers.

“are you that needy? trying to fuck my best friend?” you think back to hunter the smirk gracing his handsome features. his eyes following the lollipop between your plump brown lips as you teasingly sucked it.

you were so bold forgetting all about your boyfriend as you conversed with his best friend turned rival. bending over to marvel at the championship belt around his waist, the denim skirt flipped slightly and balancing in your pink heels.

what a big mistake.

“you told me to find something to do so I did.” somehow you managed to still talk shit. a well deserved tsk from the man as he shoves the ruined fabric of your thong in your mouth.

your screams muffled as the mushroom tip of his dick slams inside of your walls. “wai-it!” you cry out against the makeshift gag. shawn not letting up as his relentlessly pounds into that gummy spot.

“got everyone laughing at me..thinking I’m dating some fucking whore? hmm is that what you are?” shawn slows his movements the vice grip of your cunt milking him as you’re so close.

“I’m not aaa wh-ore” you breathe out desperately throwing your ass back on his cock for some friction, the ditzy feeling tightening your chubby stomach.

“fucking brat distracting me from my match. I should cum in this pussy… give you what you want.” his words slur in your ears absentmindedly arching your back as he fucks you harder against the oak.

the shuffling of talent and staff members outside of his dressing room has you gnawing your lip. a whimpering moan spilling out as everyone scrambles to find the “heart break kid.”

“you’re mine princess. never fucking forget it.” he pounds into your dripping pussy with every syllable. squirting without his permission as your perfect body goes limp against the door.

a cautious knock at his door has him entering your sopping cunt again grinning as your voice greets who’s on the other side, and trust when I say he never makes it to his match.

[quinnxsocials]

GOOD GIRL,GONE BAD

PART 01 ;

THE BEGINNING OF THE OBSESSION

part 1 of THE MASTERLIST

Gianna was always into Billy Loomis, he was her first love. Even though they never dated she really loved him like they were married, she never admitted her feelings to him but she did tell Tatum and Sidney. And a few months after that low and behold Sidney and Billy were a thing, that’s when Gianna grew resentment for Sid even though she was one of her “best friends” she betrayed her. Gianna would never let her know about how she felt she wouldn’t let anyone know, she was utterly depressed. She secretly was going through many mental problems and would experience panic attacks, she just wanted to be loved. Fit in. Her own brother never hung out with her, now Tatum was closer with Sidney and she had nobody close. Gianna would eventually start harming herself as a coping method, yes she had everything she ever wanted. The smarts, the looks, but never a shoulder to cry on. Nobody genuinely would look back and see how bad it truly was with the war inside her mind. Until, eventually Stu would find her blades in her room and see her scars, that’s when he started to care a bit. But after that there was no care in the world for her.

{FLASHBACK}

Gianna had gotten home late from cheer practice and when she walked in her room she then found Stu sitting on the bed looking up at her confused. She turned her head a bit and saw the box of her blades, she knew what happened and closed the door behind her in a rush. “Why. Did you go through my stuff.” Gianna whispered and turned her head, “No why are you doing this to yourself!” Stu yelled and lifted up her sleeve to find multiple scars going up her arm, He was in pure shock witnessing Gianna’s arm. He’s never seen anything like this, “Gianna.” He said closing his eyes with an angry face trying to calm down, “What is going on with you.” He spoke looking up, tears were in his eyes. “I-..” Gianna would try to speak but nothing would come out to explain, she was so used to being quiet so that’s all she did. Stared at him until she broke down crying and covered her face with her hands that’s when she finally spoke, “It’s so hard being alive Stu. After what my best friend did to me it’s been so hard to rely on anyone for anything, everyone just stopped caring about me and only cared for my looks or for how smart I am so they can use my answers on a test. What else would I do after being so alone, this is my only escape.” Gianna was overwhelmed and hyperventilating. She was having a panic attack,”Hey, Gianna Calm down!” Stu yelled and hugged her. “It’s okay. It’s okay shh.” He held her close for the first time in years, “And what did Sidney do to you. Tell me now.” He spoke again angrily, “She… uhm.. I don’t wanna..” Gianna would try to say it but she didn’t want her brother to know of her feelings for his BEST FRIEND. Stu nodded and finally pulled away, “Don’t do this anymore. I find this again and I’ll tell mom and dad.” He whispered and grabbed the box of blades, he opened the door and looked back once before closing it behind him. Gianna laid down in a ball and cried until she fell asleep.

{PRESENT}

Gianna had figured out her brother’s interest in slasher films, she had felt a bit closer to him since the incident but she wanted to be really close like they used to be. So she decided to start watching some films, she went to the video store Randy worked at and asked him for some crazy slasher films he could recommend. “Hey Randy, can you like you know.. recommend any movies like slasher films to me?” She said looking at him place some movies in shelves, “Gianna, oh shit yea I do. But you’re not into those movies? What changed?” He replied looking at her in shock. “Oh I don’t know, just interested recently. Could you help?” She said smiling and looking at him, “Yeah here these are some intense ones. Especially Carrie. A classic!” Randy hands her the movies and takes her to the cashier counter he rings her up, “Here.” Gianna hands him $50 but he laughs. “Oh we’re cheap here. $5.” She feels embarrassed but laughs it off and buys the movies. “Thanks again Randy!” She says before walking out and getting in her car driving home.

After watching all the horror films she began obsessed, she wrote down notes of the film and the things they did to hide their identities. She loved it. She wanted to live it out. She wanted to feel their blood splattered on her face, her sanity was shattering day by day buying more slasher films and writing notes. After a month of intense notes and films, she had a plan on how she would kill people. Especially Sidney Prescott. She knew that Sidney was a smart girl but with her plan Sidney’s brain wouldn’t work properly with all her mind games. This new obsession with bloodshed and gore made her insane, she was always looking for something to satisfy this thirst. The satisfaction would be killing. Though she had to rely on someone to lean on when things went wrong, so she blackmailed Randy. You may think she never knew of her brother’s killings but she spied on him and Billy and discovered their secret life. She wanted to be just like him, kill people. When he was killing the principal she stole two costumes for her and Randy, and it was the day she convinced him to join her.

Gianna arrived at Randy’s house after school when she walked with him, once they got into the house she waited until they got into his room and closed the door. “You’re gonna help me, you’re gonna help me kill people. And especially your beloved Sidney. And if you don’t, I’ll tell everyone what happened that one night.” She spoke with a knife in her hands and he turned around in shock, “Gianna.. what has gotten into you? Are you serious!” He whisper yelled and sighed shaking his head “the movies maybe? No. I don’t know it’s just this thirst for blood won’t go away and especially watching Sidney suffer for her backstabbing behavior.” She replied shrugging and Randy nodded “Alright, I’ll help you okay? Please calm down.” He replied and she smirked, “Great! I got us costumes!” She twirled and pulled out the extra ghost face costumes. “Alright…” he says before she pulls out her notes involving the plan.

[inagetawaycarxo]

Show Stopper | Adam Cole *NSFW*

❛❛ Ok well I'm a slut for smut so 😂😂 idk whether to do a tag team/title win with Adam or morning sex with him. What do you think? ❤❜❜- @lookalivesunshine-x

Pairings: Adam Cole x Fem!Reader

Featuring: Adam Cole, Y/n (Reader), Bobby Fish, Kyle O’Reilly, Roderick Strong, Ridge Holland, Pete Dunne, Mercedes Martinez

Summary: Adam and y/n are the first-ever mixed tag team champs in WWE. Adam rewards her for the pin.

WARNINGS: fighting, wrestling, smut, sex, celebration sex, errors I missed, questionable smut writing, oral (female receiving)

Word Count: 1773

A/N: Got an Adam Cole or WWE request? Send it in!

“Come on, y/n, you can do it,” Adam spoke. Trying to encourage you.

But Mercedes had you in a hold that you couldn’t get out of. No matter how hard you tried to reach your hand out to Adam, you never succeeded.

Adam tried to motivate you, stomping his foot. Motioning his arm up and down. the rest of the era boys motivation you.

Adam quickly slipped into the ring. Going over to Mercedes and you. shoving her off of you. Adam quickly rushed to your side. Checking to see if you were okay.

Mercedes glared at Adam. Ridge quickly got in the ring, going over to Adam, while Mercedes shoved Adam.

“Who do you think you are? Coming into the ring, and shoving me,” She yelled. Adam got up. Glaring at her.

“I’m Adam Cole, baybay,” He shouted. Giving her a cocky smile. While she glared at him. Adam didn’t realize that Ridge was coming over until it was too late. Ridge’s fist connected with Adam’s jaw, shocking Adam. Adam grabbed his jaw. Before he could crane his neck to look at Ridge. Ridge pushed him into the ropes. Sending Adam through the ropes, and onto the ground.

Kyle, Bobby, and Roddy quickly rushed to Adam’s side. Ridge got out of the ring. Striding over to Adam. The ref gave Kyle, Bobby, and Roddy a warning, as they held their hands up in front of them. Parting away from Adam. Ridge towered above Adam. Crouching slightly as he grabbed a fistful of Adam’s hair. Yanking him up by his hair. Adam uppercut Ridge. Making Ridge stumble back.

Mercedes was too invested in what was happing between Ridge and Adam not noticing that you were on your feet and behind her. You spun her around to face you. before she could react, you poked her in the eyes with your thumbs. Catching her off guard. She put her hands over her eyes. While Vic let out an Oh, and Barret just chuckled, praising you.

The ref turned around when you super kicked her. Making her fall on the mat. You quickly covered her. Grabbing behind her knee and lifting it. Putting all your weight on her, as well, as your elbow in her face.

The ref counted to three. Signalling the timekeeper to ring the bell.

“And the winner, and new mixed tag team champions, Adam Cole and Y/n, The Undisputed Era,” Alicia Taylor announced, as the Undisputed Era theme entrance came on.

Adam and the boys rushed into the ring. Going over to you. Adam wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. Kissing the top of your head. The rest of the boys congratulating Adam and you.

“I love you, so much, I am very proud of you,” Adam beamed. Kissing your forehead.

“We did it,” You beamed. Craning your neck to look at him. Adam smiled proudly at you.

Roddy grabbed the mixed tag team championship belts off of the referee, giving the ref a cold stare. Roddy handed them to Adam, as the two of you got up.

Adam quickly put one of the mixed tag team championships around your waist, then put his mixed tag team championship around his waist. Grabbing your wrist and raising it in the air. Smiling proudly at you.

Kyle grabbed your other wrist, raising it. While Roddy went on Adam’s side holding his arm up.

“We told you,” Roddy yelled. As Bobby stood beside Roddy.

“That’s right,” Bobby responded.

Adam let go of your wrist, wrapping his arm around your waist, and pulling you closer to his side. Kissing the top of your head repeatedly.

Kyle hugged your side, while Roddy and Bobby joined in. turning it into a group hug.

After a while of hugging, Adam, Bobby, Kyle, Roddy and you exited the ring and walked up the ramp.

Going through the curtains. Triple H, Shawn Michaels, and other crew members congratulate, Adam and you on the win.

It was all a blur, posing for photoshoots with the mixed tag team championships, and interviews, you were exhausted.

You fell onto the couch in the locker room you shared with the boys. Letting out a groan. Taking your wrestling boots off, as well as your socks.

Adam, huddled closer to Kyle, Bobby, and Roddy, whispering something to them in a low voice. You narrowed your eyes at them wondering what they were whispering about.

Kyle, Roddy, and Bobby looked over at you, smirks on their lips.

“We’ll see the both of you at the bar,” Kyle spoke. Smiling at you, as he walked out of the room. Roddy and Bobby winked in your direction, making you arch your eyebrow. Tilting your head, as you looked at Adam.

Adam locked the door. Turning around to face you.

“I’m so proud of you,” Adam spoke. Walking over to you. taking the tape off of his wrists.

“Well, I couldn’t have done it without you,” You responded.

Adam stood in front of you. smirking down at you. Your breath hitched, as he climbed on top of you. his hands cupping your jawline, as his lips pressed against yours passionately. Eyes fluttering closed.

“Let me reward you,” Adam spoke, as he pulled away from the kiss with every word. Making your breath hitch again.

Adam’s hands trailed down your body to your hips. Pressing his covered bulge against your pelvis. Making you let out a tiny moan, into the kiss. Getting wetter. An ache forming in your heat. Your fingers raking through his disheveled hair. Kissing each other feverishly.

Adam slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of your booty shorts. Slowly pulling it down.

You gasped as you felt Adam’s index finger and middle finger slip inside of you. Head tilting back. You broke the kiss. Adam smirked. slipping his finger in and out of you, at a slow rate.

Leaving feverish kisses along your jawline, as he fingered you at a painstaking rate.

“Faster…Please…” You begged. Making Adam smirk against your jawline. Trailing kisses to your neck.

Sucking harshly leaving love bites on your neck. Your fingers gripping his hair tightly.

Adam fastened his pace, thrusting his index and middle finger in and out of your core. Your hands slipped away from his hair, going down to grip his shoulders. Mouth a gap. Eyes closed. As a wave of pleasure coursing through your body.

Adam trailed his lips down to your collarbone, leaving a litter of love bites on your collarbone. His free hand going down between where he and you were connected. Placing the pad of his thumb on your clit, rubbing your clit. Making you let out a loud moan. Toes curling. Adam smirked against your collarbone.

Slowing his pace. Making you whine. Adam trailed searing kisses up your neck, towards your earlobe.

“Your pussy feels so good. Your walls tightening around my fingers,” He purred into your ear.

Adam fastened his pace again. Bringing you closer to your orgasm.

Adam moaned into your ear. This caused you to orgasm. Body trembling as you came on his fingers. Walls tightening around his fingers. Eyes rolling to the back of your head. Toes curling. Adams hot breath fanning in your ear.

“Adam,” You moaned loudly.

Adam thrusted his fingers into you one last time before pulling his fingers out.

Adam pulled away, sitting in between your legs.

You watched him through glazed eyes, as he brought his two fingers that were coated in your cum up to his lips. Parting his lips, he put his index and middle finger in his mouth. sucking your cum off of his fingers, all the while looking at you with lust-filled eyes. Your breath hitched, as you clenched your thighs together, as a dull ache formed in between your legs. Adam smirked.

Taking his fingers out of his mouth. Adam stood up. Taking his trunks off. His cock sprung up. Your eyes wandering down to look at his cock. Clenching your thighs together tightly. Adam smirked, as he crawled on top of you. making your breath hitch. His eyes looking intently into your eyes.

His hands cupped your jawline. Lowering his head down to yours. Lips touching yours. Kissing you passionately.

One of Adam’s hands let go of your jaw gong down to grab his shaft. He aligned his tip with your entrance.

Adam entered you without so much as a warning. Penetrating into you. Making you let out a loud gasp then a loud moan.

Adam let out a loud moan, as your walls tightened around his cock.

Adam’s hands went to the bottom of your sports bra. Pulling it up, and over your head, discarding it to the side.

His hands grabbing your boobs. Groping them, as he thrusted in and out of you at a fast pace. Your hands gripped his back. Fingernails digging into his skin. Wrapping your legs around his waist. The back of your heels digging into his ass.

Both of you moaning loudly.

Adam pulled away from the kiss. Trailing kisses to your neck.

Adam buried his head into the crook of your neck. Sucking on the skin, as he fastened his thrusts.

Tilting your head back. Eyes squeezing shut, as waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Toes curling. Walls clenching around Adam’s cock. Making Adam grunt. Grabbing your boobs roughly.

Both of you getting closer to releasing.

“Come, babe,” Adam commanded into the crook of your neck,

Adam let go of one of your boobs, going down to were him and you were connected. Putting his thumb on your clit. Running your clit in circular motions.

This caused your orgasm to arise. intense waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Feeling the familiar sensation form in the pit of your stomach. Fingernails digging into his back.

Adam felt his climax coming with every thrust your walls tightened around his cock, he felt himself slowly coming closer to releasing.

“Adam,” You moaned. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, as you orgasmed. Adam climaxed the same time you released, your walls tightening around him was just too much. His cock convulsing as he spilled his warm seed inside of you.

Adam collapsed on top of you. still inside of you. His cock softening inside of you.

Adam pressed his sweaty body against your sweaty body. Breathing heavily. Trailing feather-light kisses along your neck then jawline.

“We should take a shower, and get dressed, then meet up with the boys,” You spoke through labored breath.

Adam smiled against your jawline.

“Or we could stay here and have round two?” Adam suggested. Making you smirk…

[itsadamcole]

number one moms

fem!reader x rhea ripley

(requested by @mrsbaszler) “can you do a rhea ripley x fem!reader. the title being number one moms. and the prompts being “the top of the baby’s head is about ... here. and a foot is right this way.” and “stop being a baby hog!”

word count: 937

warnings: kind of fluffy

masterlist

— hi, i hope this turns out okay. this is the first request i’ve ever done —

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You’re sitting in a hospital bed with your wife Rhea Ripley sitting at your side. You’re squeezing her hand, breathing heavily through another contraction.

“You’ve got this, love,” Rhea is saying to you. “I know you’ve got this.”

You look up at her and say, “Shut up.”

Rhea tries not to laugh. You’re in so much pain as the baby that’s inside of you is trying to come out of you into the world. You don’t want anyone to talk or say anything to you right now.

You were ecstatic when Rhea finally agreed to start a family. It took close to a year after your marriage to Rhea that she finally agreed.

Both of you were so happy when you got pregnant. Nine months went by and now you’re in your sixth hour of labor with probably many more to go.

The contraction passes and you lay back. Rhea is patting your sweaty head with a damp towel as you close your eyes.

“You okay, love?” Rhea asks. “I know I’m probably not helping much. I wish there was more I could do.”

You say, “Labor hurts. I’m basically pushing a watermelon out of me. It’s painful.”

Rhea laughs and says, “It’s almost over. You were at seven centimeters at your last check.”

You groan and say, “I still have three more centimeters to go before I can even start pushing.”

Your wife kisses the side of your head and says, “You’re okay.”

Another contraction hits you and you moan and groan because of the pain, squeezing Rhea’s hand.

There are four more hours before the doctor comes back to check on you. She checks your cervix and says, “Well, Mrs. Ripley, you’re officially ten centimeters dialiated. Let’s get you prepped to push.”

“Thank God,” You sigh.

Rhea is handed a plastic gown that ties in the back. She puts it on. The doctors sit you up in the bed and bend your knees before pushing them apart.

The lead doctor drapes something over your legs so your private parts are all covered.

When everything’s ready, the doctor says, “Alright, Mrs. Ripley. Push when you feel your next contraction.”

You nod, taking Rhea’s hand in yours.

As another painful contraction comes over you, you begin to push. You scream from the pain of your baby coming out of you. “Keep pushing, keep pushing,” the doctor says.

You continue to push, taking deep breathes. You’re squeezing Rhea’s hand like there’s no tomorrow.

“The top of the baby’s head is right about ... here,” the doctor says. After a few more minutes of pushing, the doctor talks again. “And a foot is right this way.”

Rhea is smiling as she looks down at the baby that has appeared in the doctor’s arms.

The doctor says, “Alright, stop pushing. Your son is here.”

You lean back with a huff. Rhea’s eyes are damp with happy tears. You’re trying to recover from pushing a seven pound baby out of your body.

The doctor looks at Rhea and asks, “Would you like to cut the cord?”

Your wife smiles and nods. The doctor guides Rhea as she cuts the baby’s umbilical cord.

The crying baby is taken away and cleaned up as the nurse cleans you up. You straighten out your legs and look over at the doctor and your son.

Rhea is holding your hand again, sitting in the chair at your bedside.

The doctor has wrapped your son in a light blue swaddle. She hands you your son and asks, “Do we have any names picked out?”

You and Rhea look at each other before your wife says, “We were thinking Cole Andrew Ripley.” You smile and nod in agreement.

The doctor smiles and writes it down before labeling the little bed. “I’ll be back in a little bit to checkup on the mother and child,” the doctor says before leaving with the nurse.

Your son, who is named after your very best friend Adam Cole, has your finger and is knawling at it. You look up at Rhea and you say, “I didn’t think you’d actually name him Cole. I thought you didn’t like Adam.”

Your wife laughs softly and says, “I don’t but I knew how much it meant to you so I went with it.”

“I love you.” you say, leaning your head up for a kiss, which Rhea gives to you.

Rhea says, “I love you too. Now, stop being a baby hog! I want to hold our son too.”

You giggle and hand Cole to Rhea.

Once you’re moved to postpartum, or what you call the “New Moms Ward”, you can have visitors.

First to stop by are your parents. Rhea’s are flying in from Adelaide, Australia and they’ll be here tomorrow.

Next is Adam Cole himself.

“We named him after you,” you say to Adam. “Since you’ve been my best friend since like middle school and his Godfather.”

Adam is almost shocked. “You didn’t name him after me,” he says. You giggle and nod.

Several members of the NXT roster stop by. Even Triple H, Shawn Michaels, and William Regal all stop by to congratulate you and Rhea on the birth of your son.

Once the craziness calms down, and you are alone with Rhea, you make room for Rhea on your bed and she crawls in next to you.

“You’re having the next one,” you say. “That was so painful.”

Rhea just laughs and holds you close to her in the dimly lit room. You snuggle into her, smiling softly as sleep finally finds you after a long, painful but happy day.

— i hope that this turned out okay and that you enjoyed —

[heelmcmahon]

Ring Games ♛ Adam Cole

fem!reader x adam cole

18+ readers

warnings: just smut lol

word count: 3337

- The daughter of Shawn Michaels, Y/N, is a wrestler in NXT. She currently feuds with NXT women's champion, Shayna Baszler in a storyline. Her good friend, Finn Balor is the #1 contender for the NXT championship, currently held by Adam Cole. A mixed tag match has been set up for NXT Takeover: Atlanta, winner takes all, no DQ with both titles on the line.

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You do your final stretches before having to walk down the ramp to the ring. This would be the biggest match of your WWE career thus far. You and your tag partner for the night, Finn Balor were hoping to win your respective titles in a hard fought match in the main event. This would be his 3rd title reign and your 2nd. You previously held the title for 89 days before losing it to Shayna Baszler in a ladder match. Your rematch had finally arrived.

You feel a hand on your shoulder whilst shaking off any nerves you may have. You turn your head to see one of your opponents for the night, Adam Cole. Adam was never really a friendly guy to you. He loved to tease you and make sarcastic jokes and snarky comments. There wasn't really any bad blood, he's just an annoying guy to be around. Also, everyone knew how much of a flirt he was. You couldn't help but feel like there was some sort of tension between the two of you. He knew it too. You two are always flirting with each other, you more subtle than him. Your most common form of flirtatiousness was nicknames.

"Hey, Michaels. Don't wine too much when you come up short tonight, it's not easy facing a guy like Adam Cole Bay Bay.", he says. Your ring name is Melody Michaels, after your dad, the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels. It was hard at first to make a name for yourself in this business without being compared to your dad all the time, but soon you realized you could embrace it and be your own person at the same time. You take a lot of inspiration from him with your moveset. Hopefully tonight will really take your career to the next level.

"Sure, Cole. I'll do my best, just for you." you replied back with a fake smile so he clearly knew you were being sarcastic.

"This outfit you've put together tonight is really something different. I've never seen you wear something like it." He's clearly checking you out since you catch his eyes on your thighs. He was right though. Tonight you had new gear made for the special occasion of main eventing Takeover. You wear a dark purple set. It consists of a top that cuts off a little bit below your boobs with thick straps that cross across your back like an X. The top is sparkly and is lined with rhinestones. The bottoms are high waisted and reach just under your butt. They are super tight and lift a little above your thighs on the sides. They are also coated in glitter and lined with rhinestones. You wear your normal black fishnet tights, black knee pads, and your wrestling boots. You also decide to do your makeup a little heavier than usual. Nothing too extreme but still flawless and noticeable. You're also wearing your signature black leather jacket with a broken heart on the back to carry the legacy of your father. Your hair is curled and hangs low to the middle of your back.

"Yeah well I want to look good when Finn and I win our titles back". You don't look at him when you respond; you stay focussed on your warmup.

"Whatever you say, babe. I'll see you in the ring then." He walks past you but not before sending a wink your way. You simply roll your eyes and dismiss it.

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"And his tag team partner, from Chandler, Arizona: Melody Michaels!" The crowd roars as your name is announced and theme song plays. Finn stands by the end of the ramp waiting for you. You share a quick look, nod to each other, and then proceed to the ring. Shayna and Adam stand in the back corner of the ring eyeing you down. Finn walks up the stairs and holds the ropes open for you. You step in and walk with confidence to the front of the ring, facing the hard camera. You hold your arms out and yell words to pump up you and the crowd. You do the same for the right side of the ring and then turn your back to the camera to acknowledge the fans behind you. Finn waits in the ring for you to finish your entrance while Shayna looks around at the crowd with an annoyed face as they chant your name. Adam however can't keep his eyes off you. He has a sly smirk on his face. Your music dies down and you go stand next to Finn, across from Adam and Shayna.

"The following contest is a Mixed Gender Tag Team Winner Take All Extreme Rules Match! And it is for the NXT Women's Championship and the NXT Championship! Introducing first: the challengers. Melody Michaels and Finn Balor!

You and Finn step forward and acknowledge the fans cheering for you. You turn your head to yell in your opponents faces. "Better say goodbye to your title reigns because those championships are coming back to where they belong." Shayna simply rolls her eyes but Adam responds. "Not a chance, babe. Now backup and let the champs get introduced." He says.

You take a step back and think about his words. He is such a flirty jerk, but you couldn't help but feel butterflies when he called you babe this time around.

When Alicia Taylor introduces Adam and Shayna, you watch Adam take a few steps forward and yell at the crowd. Shayna does her signature "Queen of Spades" pose. They turn back around and hold their titles up to the ref. Adam sends you another quick wink, but before you can process it, the bell is rung.

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You're about 15 minutes into the match. Finn and Adam lay outside the ring trying to regain some strength after they both went through tables. You and Shayna fight in the ring. You hit her with a fisherman suplex and go for the pin. She kicks out at 2. Before she can get back up, you grab her and put her in her own submission, the Kirifouda Clutch. She is slowly fading, but she reversed it and somehow gets your shoulders pinned to the mat. You also kick out at 2. You both get back to your feet. She charges at you and you use her momentum to send her over the top rope. Shayna now stands on the apron. You run to the ropes to gain momentum and spear her through the middle rope. She hits the floor hard. You throw your hands up and taunt to the crowd. However, when you turn back around, Adam Cole stands in the ring.

"What is it, Cole? Are you gonna punch me?" You ask in a fake pouty voice with a puppy dog lip. You hold your hands around your back in an innocent way.

"I could never hit you, babe. You know that." he says looking down at you.

You find a wave of confidence come over you as the crowd cheers. You respond, "Well, what is it that you want, handsome?" Your hand now rest on Adam's bare chest as you get a little closer to him. His face shows that he is surprised by the nickname you've given him.

"Come on now, Michaels, you know what I want." He takes a step closer to you with a seductive look on his face. Now it's his turn to place his hands on your body. He rests them low on your waist.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Finn start to make it to his feet again. You play along with Adam while you see Finn slide into the ring. You also take a step closer to Adam and lift your head up a bit (if it's even possible to get closer). Your mouths are just inches away from touching.

"I'm not sure I do, Cole. But I do know one thing, maybe you should turn around."

He looks confused as he turns around. You get out of the way so Finn can hit Adam with a sling blade. Adam lays on the ground and you look down at him, "Sorry, handsome, I guess that's just what happens when you aren't paying attention." You send him a wink.

Finally, Finn Balor climbs to the top rope and hits Adam with the Coup de Grace. Before he goes for the pin, you see Shayna get back in the ring. With your quick thinking, you tune up the band and kick her square in the face with some Sweet Chin Music. You and Finn both go for the cover on your opponents.

1!

2!

3! The bell rings.

"Here are your winners, and new NXT Women's Champion and NXT Champion: Melody Michaels and Finn Balor!"

The crowd is going crazy. You pull Finn in for a hug and then clink your titles together in a celebratory fashion. Shayna looks beyond pissed. Adam on the other hand, has a look of pure anger, but yet a look of lust is written on his face. You blow him a kiss and display a smirk as you and Finn exit the ring. You walk up the ramp with your backs to the titantron as Adam Cole is still staring you down.

You and Finn walk through the curtain and arrive backstage. You two are greeted with hugs, congratulations, water bottles, and towels. You place your titles down on a road case.

"I had such a great time tagging with you tonight, Y/N", Finn says, "Hopefully we'll get another mixed tag match soon."

"I couldn't agree more, Finn! You seriously killed it out there. I'll see you tomorrow for lunch?" you say.

"You know it. See ya then, Y/N". He gives you a long hug and walks towards the men's locker room.

It isn't long before Adam and Shayna come through the curtain. Shayna shakes your hand and you two have a quick and casual conversation about the match and working together. Then, Adam walks your way. With no warning at all, he grabs your hand pulls you out of gorilla. He drags you through the halls of the arena until you reach his private locker room that he shares with the rest of the Undisputed Era. The room is empty since the Kyle, Bobby, and Roddy left after their matches earlier in the show.

Adam pulls you into the room and quickly shuts the door. He wastes no time before pushing you up against the wall. His left hand is placed on your lower back, pulling you close to him so your lower halves are touching. His right hand is next to your head, resting on the wall. Your faces are extremely close together, but there is still a few inches in between you.

"What the hell was that out there? Huh? Explain to me what that was all about?" Adam says, clearly extremely annoyed.

You decide to act dumb and play innocent. "I'm not sure I know what you're talking about, babe." You stare into his blazing blue eyes.

"Don't play dumb with me, Y/N. You distracted me in the ring and I lost my title because of it. So, now you're gonna pay for it." Adam has an intense and serious look on his face but his eyes long with lust.

You reply to him, your faces now closer than ever. Your hands roam Adam's chest and slide over every part of his abs, quickly looking down at them. "Oh? I'm gonna pay for it? How so?" You look up at him again.

"We are going back to my hotel room and I'm gonna fuck you into the mattress until you scream my name loud for everyone to hear." He says.

You answer simply. "I'll meet you at your car in 10." Your hands slide down Adam's arms and you pull away from him, exiting the room, but not before winking at him for the millionth time tonight.

You walk to the women's locker room. You strip out of your sweaty ring gear and put on your casual everyday clothes. You wear a pair of leggings, a cropped yellow top, with white shoes. You pair it with your WWE PC jacket since it is a bit chilly tonight. You grab your large bag and carry it out to the parking lot.

The walk to Adam's car was much easier than you thought it would be. You spot him leaning on the driver door. He looks up from his phone and sees you coming, so he hops into the driver's seat.

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The car ride back to the hotel was only about 4 minutes. It was silent, but not awkward. You could not wait to get inside and let Adam see and touch every part of your body.

When Adam pulls up to the hotel, you both grab all of your items, walk in, and check in. You walk up to a desk and Adam talks to the lady at the desk next to you. Somehow he finishes checking in before you and walks over to the desk you're being helped at.

"You can just cancel her room", he tells the front desk lady helping you, "she's gonna stay with me tonight," he tell the woman. You shoot him a very knowing look. The front desk lady looks at you and says, "You don't need this room?". You look up at Adam and he's looking down at you. His face looks so serious and stern. He simply states to you, "You don't need that room, Y/N." You look back to the lady at the desk and say, "Sorry, I won't be needing a room tonight." She looks down at her computer screen pushing some buttons. Before she gets the chance to look back up, you are pulled by the arm to the nearest elevator.

Before you can even say one word to Adam about that whole front desk show he just put on, his lips are planted on yours. You hear a ding, signaling that the elevator doors are closing.

With no thinking at all, you kiss him back. Your back is pressed to a wall in the elevator. Adam's hands are set low on your back. You have one on his chest and one in his hair. The kiss is so passionate and full of desire. You both want more. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip. You allow him to deepen the kiss. When he does, a soft sound escapes your lips. This makes Adam crazy. He removes his left hand and places it on your butt. Eventually, his hand rises from your butt to your waist. He plays with the hem of your cropped tank top signaling that he wants it off. Before the kiss can escalate anymore, the elevator doors open. Both of you break the kiss, quickly gather your bags, and move as fast as you can to Adam's hotel room, which apparently you were staying in tonight.

Adam opens the door and you both enter. He pulls you to the bed and pushes you to sit on the edge of the bed. He slowly crawls over you, his hand roaming your body the whole time. Finally, Adam says something, "You're gonna do whatever I say. The only thing I want to hear coming from your mouth is my name. Do you understand?" His voice is very stern. You nod with fake innocence written all over your face, excited for what's to come.

"Good girl." Adam's mouth attacks yours again. His hair drapes over your face like a curtain. His hand reaches for your shirt again. This time, he pulls it off your body. Adam breaks the kiss to pull your leggings and panties off in one go, as you remove your bra. Adam stands up and removes his clothing as well. When he lays back down, you climb on top.

Another strong and sloppy kiss begins. This time Adam shows dominance as he attacks your neck and shoulders instead of your mouth. You let moans escape your mouth. Your fingers are laced in Adam's long hair. Shortly later, Adam gives you a command. "On your back, now."

You remove yourself from Adam's grasp and lay down on the bed. Adam takes in the sight of your naked body. "Damn, babe. I've been waiting for this moment for so long" Adam says. You let out a slight giggle.

Next, Adam gives you no warning and slide one finger deep into your soaking wet pussy. You groan loudly, not expecting the sudden pleasure. Adam seems satisfied with your reaction. He slides in another finger, pumping in out out. Now you're really a moaning mess. Adam takes your vocalness as a sign to add another finger. He slides in and out of your body at a rapid pace. You yell out, "Oh god! Adam! Please!" When Adam feels that you are getting close to your climax, he pulls his fingers out of you. "Good girls get to come, you cost me my title. This isn't going to be easy for you, babe." Adam says to you. You try to catch your breath as ecstasy almost washes over you. You close your legs and wine a bit, not getting the full feeling of overwhelming pleasure.

Adam harshly opens your legs back up. Once again with no warning at all, he slams his cock into you. Now you really scream out. Feeling embarrassed, you drape your arm over your moth in an attempt to keep quiet. Adam notices this and pins your arms on the bed on each side of your head. "Not today, babe, I want you to scream my name so everyone in the building knows who's giving you the best sex of your life."

And with that, Adam picks up the pace. He slams into your body over and over and over, watching you every step of the way. Skin slapping and the bed creaking fills the room. The sounds that escape your mouth make Adam thrust even harder. Suddenly, he rams hard into your g-spot.

"Oh my fucking god! Adam! Don't stop! Oh god!" You moan in pleasure.

"That's right, baby, yell my name. Scream it." Adam lowly groans out.

"Adam, I'm gonna come," you say.

"Not until I hear you screaming my name." Adam says. He thrusts even harder than before, slamming every time directly into your g-spot. Except now, his thumbs plays around with your clit.

"Adam! Adam! Oh my fuck- Adam! Shit!" You finally scream out. Your vision is quickly taken away as your eyes are tightly shut. The ecstasy and pleasure washing over you right now in this moment is unlike any other sex you've had before.

Adam finally allows you to release, "That's right, baby, fuckin' scream it." He releases shortly after  into your pussy. You both ride out your orgasms as Adam thrusts slowly and deeply into your body.

Adam lays on the bed next to you as you both catch your breath.

"Fucking shit, Adam," you say.

He laughs quietly and replies, "I hope you're ready for round 2, tonight isn't gonna be easy for you."

And with that, the rest of the night was spent fucking until daylight. As the night went on, Adam became more and more aggressive. You seriously didn't know if you would be able to walk at all tomorrow. But that's tomorrow's problem, right now you're just focussed on Adam... and will be all night.

[south-of-heaven]

shawn michaels x fem!reader when it starts snowing at their house?

Snowball fight || Shawn Michaels x Reader

Summary: You challenge Shawn to a snowball fight.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. You stirred in your warm bed, feeling an odd excitement tickle at the edges of your consciousness. As you pushed the covers aside and peered out the window, your heart leaped with joy. Overnight, the world had transformed into a winter wonderland, blanketed in pristine snow.

With a burst of enthusiasm, you jumped out of bed, your bare feet meeting the chilly hardwood floor. The first snowfall of the year was always something special, and it filled you with a childlike glee. You quickly dressed in warm layers, donning your coziest sweater, thermals, and a scarf.

As you descended the stairs of your cozy home, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, and a cheerful voice greeted you from the kitchen. It was none other than Shawn Michaels, your partner, and one of the most legendary wrestlers of all time.

"Morning, sunshine," he said, grinning as he sipped his coffee.

You couldn't contain your excitement any longer. "Shawn, you've got to see this!" You practically dragged him to the window, where you pointed out at the glistening snow-covered landscape. "It snowed!"

Shawn chuckled at your enthusiasm, his eyes dancing with mirth. "Well, I can see that. Looks like we're in for a winter wonderland."

You turned to him with a mischievous glint in your eye. "You know what this means, right?"

Shawn raised an eyebrow. "Enlighten me, sweetheart."

You flashed a playful grin. "It's snowball fight time, Mr. Michaels."

A competitive spark ignited in Shawn's eyes, and he set his coffee mug down. "Oh you're on, baby."

With that, the two of you bundled up even further, grabbing gloves and hats as you ventured out into the cold. The world was hushed under the thick blanket of snow, and the only sounds were the crunching of your boots and the occasional soft plop of snow falling from the trees.

The battle began innocently enough, with a few playful snowballs tossed back and forth. But as the minutes passed, it escalated into an all-out war. Snowballs flew through the air, some hitting their mark with a satisfying thud, while others missed their target and exploded harmlessly on the ground.

Shawn's agility and athleticism came in handy as he dodged and weaved, his laughter ringing through the winter air. You were no slouch either, using the terrain to your advantage and surprising him with well-aimed shots.

At one point, you took refuge behind a snow-covered tree, forming a pile of snowballs in preparation for a sneak attack. Shawn, always the showman, did a dramatic roll in the snow, emerging on the other side of the tree in a surprise attack. You barely had time to react before a snowball collided with your shoulder.

Laughter and shrieks filled the air as you both continued to playfully pelt each other with snowballs. The world seemed to disappear in that moment, leaving only the two of you in your snowy battlefield.

Eventually, the two of you called a truce, collapsing in the snow, breathless and covered in snowflakes. You shared a moment of quiet contentment, basking in the beauty of the winter landscape around you.

Shawn reached out, brushing a snowflake from your cheek with a gentle touch. "You always know how to make life an adventure," he murmured.

You smiled warmly. "Well, it's not every day we get the first snow of the year."

As you lay there, enjoying the serenity of the moment, you couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for the simple joys of life and the person who shared them with you. With Shawn by your side, even the ordinary moments became extraordinary, and every day was an adventure worth cherishing.

[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.