#shawn michaels x fem reader

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Bruised Pt 3 | Jack Abbot x Reader

Summary: When you find yourself in an abusive relationship, you never thought your attending Jack Abbot would become your protector and saving grace.

TW: domestic violence, age gap relationship (reader is in late 20s & Jack is 49), hospital setting, surgery, medical inaccuracies, nudity, fluff, angst, eventual smut, Not beta read. Likely typos. Lmk if there is anything else!

Word Count: 3.2k

Authors Note: I’m so sorry it took so long to get this part up! I’ve been so busy with work, and my kids. Then it was my anniversary, my husband’s birthday and Father’s Day, so I’ve been running around like crazy. Whenever I get a minute to relax I’m just been sooo tired. This chapter isn’t my favorite at all, I didn’t want it to be too medical considering I have a history degree and have no medical background (aside from my hypochondria and time spent on webmd). So consider this to be a filler chapter I guess? Hope next chapter is good and perhaps a little smutty 🫦

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Feel

You felt the tether of all the wires connecting you to the countless monitors. The burn of the IVs embedded into your skin. Then the pain. The utter indescribable pain. Your head pounded, your body stiff. The slow trickle of cerebrospinal fluid from your nose was now coating your lips. You want to wipe it away, but your hands are too heavy, your fingers tingling. Your face feels cold despite the sweat that covered your body. The cold offering comfort in the chaos.

Taste

Your mouth was so incredibly dry that it was difficult to swallow. Your tongue almost sticking to the roof of your mouth, peeling it away giving the sensation of velcro. The only thing that offered temporary moisture was the salty spinal fluid that seeped into your mouth. All you could crave was water.

Smell

It all smelled so sterile. The metallic smell of dried blood, your dried blood, mixed with iodine. Had you had surgery? Why were you covered in iodine?

Sound

The beeps and clicks of the monitors were a constant, but words around you were muffled, as if you were drowning under water. As the words ebbed and flowed, you managed to make out some in all of the chaos.

“Basilar skull fracture”

“Post- traumatic seizures”

“Subdural hematoma”

“Craniotomy”

No. No. No. No. Please God no. This couldn’t be happening, this couldn’t possibly be happening; but the memories begin flooding back with each passing moment. You are back in the trauma room where can hear the sound of your skull cracking as Charlie’s hands gripped your throat and bashed your head against the wall. You can hear the sound of Jacks fist making contact with flesh, Robby’s screams, and Charlie’s groans.

Sight

Darkness. You only saw black. Your eyelids feeling as if they were being held shut by some unknown force. No matter how hard you tried, they wouldn’t budge. Jacks voice enters the room and you want so desperately to open your eyes, tell him you’re okay, you’re alive. He must know you’re trying because you feel his hand in yours in an instant, squeezing it lightly and assuring you it’s alright. That it’s just the swelling around your eyes. Was that the cold you felt on your face? Was that Jack holding a compress to your eyes?

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With an unknown lapse in time, your eyes began to flutter open. Your vision blurry, the bright lights making them immediately shut again. While you couldn't see him, you knew he was there.

"J-" you were taken aback by how hoarse your voice was, your mouth and throat so dry that little sound came out. Before you knew it, you felt the comfort and warmth of his hands. Hesitantly he traced his rough fingertips along your jaw and down your bruised neck.

"I'm here." he whispered.

"Hurts" was all you could muster, god you needed some water.

"I know it hurts, we can get you some more morphine in about an hour."

You shook your head, reaching out with trembling hands to find his. You opened his palm and slowly traced each letter:

L - I - G - H -T

You heard Jack scurry to turn the light off, and only when the world felt less harsh your eyes opened slowly. He looked exhausted, he hadn't shaved, hair disheveled, cheeks sunken, but he smiled at you softly. Bringing his your hand up to his mouth, he shut his eyes and placed a tender kiss on the back of it, the ring on your finger still taunting you. He helped bring a glass of water to your lips, trickling down your throat, washing away the salty and metallic taste.

"Jack..." you finally whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. "Wh-wh-- h-ha " for some reason the words didnt come. You shut your eyes tightly again, trying to focus on what you wanted to say, what you needed to say. Its as if your mine and body were no longer working in sync.

"Hey, hey, slow down, it's normal to have a bit of aphasia after a brain injury. It'll come back to you soon enough." Jack assured you as the panic began to fill your eyes. "You can squeeze my hands once for yes, two for no. Okay?"

One Squeeze.

"Good..." Jack smiled a toothy grin, "Let's figure out what you remember... okay?"

One Squeeze

"Do you remember what happened at Pittfest?"

One Squeeze

"Do you remember Charlie? What he did to you?"

One Squeeze

"Do you remember going up for CT?"

Two Squeezes

Jack looked down, trying to figure out how to tell you all that happened when your eyes fluttered shut in his arms. He wanted to block the memory from his mind. The way your body grew rigid and clonic before you even made it to radiology.

"Charlie caused a basilar skull fracture, which caused you to have the CSF rhinorrhea. It's getting better, you just gotta stay flat for a while." You hadn't even noticed the trickle from your nose had almost gone to a standstill.

"Taking you up to CT, you started having a seizure, you had one last night too. Imagining found a subdural hematoma. Walsh had to do a craniotomy to relieve the pressure..."

Your hand immediately reached for the back of your head, feeling for the incision. You felt the bald patch, the stubble pricking your fingers and they traced along the staples. You stopped counting after 10 staples.

"She left as much as she could... it'll grow back. Come on don't look like that." Jack whispered, wiped a tear from your cheek with his thumb.

"See?" you asked, pointing to your face.

Jack pulled his phone from his pocket and turned on the front facing camera. Holding the phone in front of your face, you gasped loudly. Your eyes were black and swollen, your neck bruised, tacky spinal fluid crusted on your lips and chin. A sob stuck in your throat and you shut your eyes, not wanting to look at your reflection any longer.

"Hey, hey, none of that. You're still my pretty girl, right?" he cupped your face in his hands, forcing you to face him. "Open your eyes. Look at me. The cuts will heal, the hair will grow back, and the bruising with fade. You are still the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." His hazel eyes were glassy and exhausted, but he looked genuine; like he meant every word that was coming out of his mouth.

Your chest ached at his words, the world standing still. His pretty girl. The woman that looked back at you in the mirror was far from that. You saw a battered woman, a lost woman, a broken woman. Yet Jack looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman in the world. Behind those tired eyes of his, he looked at you with nothing but complete adoration. How? Why?

“Charlie?” The words seemed to come easier to you now, like Jack had promised. It took everything for him not to explode at the mere mention of that man’s name. The man who hurt the woman he loved.

“He’s here. In the ICU.”

“I want to see him.” You whispered firmly, throat still hoarse.

“I dont think th-“

“Jack, please.”

Jack pressed his back against his chair, his shoulders slumping forward a bit, almost in defeat. He rubbed his hand across the stubble on his chin, and you heard the scratch of the hair on his rough skin. With some hesitation, he stood and fetched a wheelchair.

"I'm gonna sit you up slowly, okay?" he said softly, looping his arms under your armpits to slowly guide you up. It felt like the room was spinning, all the blood rushing to your head. You let out a small cry from the pain, resting your head into the crook of his neck as you adjusted. When you were ready, he lifted you into the chair and began to push you down the hallway. Stopping outside his room Jack sighed.

"I dont know if its a good idea if I go in there." he wanted nothing more than to finish the job, break every bone in that mans body.

"Please, Jack. I need you."

With a nod, Jack used his back to push the door open and wheel you inside, trying not to jostle you around too much. Seeing him there in bed was a shock. His jaw was wired shut, an NG tube down his nose, his face nearly unrecognizable. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him, and you stared at Jack in awe of the damage he had done, for you.

Charlies head turned, eyes widening and heart rate increasing at the presence of Jack Abbot. For a moment, you almost pitied the man, your heart somehow still ached for him. With a nod, Jack wheeled you to the edge of the bed, him gripping the handles so firmly his knuckled were now white. His jaw was clenched shut, he said nothing, but his eyes said everything.

In one fluid motion you took off your engagement ring, twiddling it in you hands. Your finger felt naked, the ring that has been there for 2 years was now gone.

"Give me your hand Charlie." you demanded, before firmly grabbing it yourself, pressing the ring firmly into the palm of his hand. Your jaw was tight, you spoke through gritted teeth. "I stayed because I hoped things would change. I told myself it wasn’t that bad. That I could fix it. Fix you. But you hurt me. Over and over and over again. With your words, with your fists, with how small you made me feel." tears began to soak your cheeks as the words spilled into the air.

"Every day I tried to survive it. Every time you grabbed me, shoved me, screamed in my face—every time you told me no one else would want me—I believed you. But thats not true, Charlie." you looked back at Jack who was studying your every movement and every expression. Through the anger, through the tears, through the heartbreak, you smiled softly at Jack who looked at you with pain in his eyes.

"You hurt me for the last time." finally letting go, the ring you pressed into his hand left an indent in your palm, and you watched it slowly fade away. You knew that Charlie would leave a permanent mark on you. The scars that would remain, the trauma that would persist, those wouldnt go away. But watching the outline of your once promise slowly dissipate made this real.

"I feel sick Jack." you choked, and he swiftly pushed you out of the room into the hall. You were pale, diaphoretic, and trying to catch your breath.

"Tell me what hurts." Jack switching from protector to doctor in a matter of seconds.

"I cant breathe." you gasped, grabbing onto his shirt, looking for something to hold onto, to ground yourself.

What Jack first dismissed as another panic attack after your encounter with Charlie vanished the moment he saw the bluish tint creeping across your lips. Barreling down the hallway, he immediately called a rapid response.

"Honey, we gotta get you on the monitor to check your pulse ox, now."

With a reading of 85% he was now in combat mode.

"I need high flow oxygen mask, now!" he barked, "where the fuck is respiratory?"

"Infection?" you gasped, breathing growing more and more shallow.

"Maybe. I dont know."

"Please... dont intubate." you begged, grabbing his hand with all the strength you had left.

"Not if I can help it." Jack smiled assuringly and slipped the oxygen mask over your nose. It brought him relief to see your levels improving on just room air. Your airways felt assaulted by force of the oxygen mask, the pressure making it feel like your head was about to explode more than I already was, your chest feeling as if it were on fire. Jack reached out to grab your trembling hands are you began to pull and paw at the mask.

“I know it feels uncomfortable. Just focus on my voice—breathe with me, okay? In and out, slow and steady. We gotta figure out what's going on."

"M-Me-Meningitis?" you were a doctor, you knew the risks, and the infection risks were high. Jack simply nodded at the possibility and as he prepped you for a spinal tap. You winced and called out as the needle pierced your back.

As you waited for your results Jack sat at the edge of the bed rubbing your legs to avoid blood pooling and clots from forming. Your body was sore, and his hands felt heavenly. You moaned involuntarily as he hit a particularly tender spot, causing you both to blush.

You felt disgusting. Your hair was matted, bloody and greasy. Your skin still stained with iodine and a layer grime. You just wanted to get clean but had no means of doing so. You couldn’t stand unassisted, your breathing was labored, and your body was too weak. The thought of getting a sponge bath was humiliating.

“You don’t have to do this, Jack. I’m filthy.” You pulled your mask down briefly. Jack simply shook his head and chuckle.

“Try grown men in the middle of desert combat going 3 weeks without a shower. This is nothing, kid.”

Still— you recoiled a bit, pulling your legs away from him, causing him to frown.

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up then.”

“What?”

“I said let’s get you cleaned up, I can help you shower.”

"Jack... I-I-I dont--"

"Or if you aren't comfortable, I can grab a nurse to help?"

You looked at him, contemplating the offer. It was strictly clinical, right? He was a doctor, he's seen hundreds, maybe thousands of naked bodies. Clinical, strictly clinical.

With a nod, Jack took a few slow steps towards you, removing your oxygen mask to see how vitals held before moving forward. When he was satisfied with what he saw, he helped you up and into the wheelchair.

"I'm gonna take off your gown now, that okay?"

Not answering, you let out a small squeak as you stifled a sob. He immediately knelt down next to you, standing at your eye level. His brow was tense as he looked at you with a painful expression. Your body was trembling, jaw chattering, eyes looking shellshocked. The bathroom grew hotter as the shower steam began to billow around the bathroom. Your reflection beginning to fade as condensation clung to the mirror.

Jack began to search for comforting words, his back leaning against the bathroom door.

"I've been in this exact situation myself, you know? When I got hurt, I was unable to bathe myself. It was a sponge bath, talk about mortifying. I'm a grown man and I had some hot nurse in a German military hospital flipping me over to scrub my ass..."

You couldn't help but chuckle, appreciating not only the imagery but his vulnerability.

"So I get it... trust me."

"Okay...yeah."

Jack untied the back of your hospital gown, slipping it off you. Instinctually, you covered your exposed body.

He lifts you into the shower, placing you on the shower stool. The hot water began to cascade over your bruised and scarred body, washing away the dirt, grime and blood. Jack began to work his hands along your body, starting with your hair. You shut your eyes as Jack began to gently massage shampoo into your scalp, taking extra care to avoid your craniotomy staples.

Then your bruised neck and down to your stiff shoulders.

He worked away at the knots from laying in the hospital bed, your head hung forward, breath quickening again. Not because you couldn't breathe, but from the sensation of his hands on your skin. The crook of your neck was now exposed to him, almost inviting him to press his lips against you. He shook his head, trying to get back to the task at hand. He was standing in front of you now, kneeling down at eye level. With more precision his hands moved lower, the washcloth brushing against your breasts, your breath hitching. His eyes met yours, checking in to see you were okay.

With more assurance his hand traveled lower, brushing against your stomach. Lower and lower, until you grabbed his wrist, stopping him before he reached your most sensitive part.

"Jack..." you whispered.

"I-I'm sorry." he whispered, handing you the washcloth. "I'll go wait outside so you can finish up, call me when you're ready, yeah?"

He left the bathroom in a hurry, rubbing his hand along the back of his neck.

"Fuck..." he whispered to himself. He felt so guilty, for wanting more when you were in your most vulnerable. Felt disgusted he felt for how good it felt to have your hands on your body, even in your condition.

When he heard your faint callings from the bathroom he went back in with a smile.

"Ready?" he helped you stand, you pressed your back against his chest as he wrapped a scratchy hospital around your frail frame. "Feel better?" he asked, helping you back into a fresh gown and into your bed with fresh sheets.

"Much, thank you Jack."

"Let me fix your hair so it doesn't get tangled again, alright?" he sat you up and started to braid your hair.

"You know how to braid hair?"

"Not my choice. I have 4 sisters." he chuckled before finishing up and admiring his work. "I'm a little rusty, but I think it'll do."

"Thank you." you smiled.

"Listen, abou-" he began before you promptly cut him off.

"Dont, Jack." you grabbed his hand, shaking your head, "Its okay. I promise. It's okay." Despite your assurance, Jack kept pushing.

"No...it’s not. Because I didnt just... I told you... you were in such a-- I wanted..." he began to stutter, fumbling over his words.

"Wanted what?"

"YOU!" he yelled before lowering his voice to almost a whisper... "I wanted you.”

He tried to get up, but you held onto him firmly. Your grip getting tighter and tighter as he spoke. “Even though I’ve been in your position and know how helpless you felt in that moment… I still wanted to touch you. And I just feel like some animal. That I’m no better than the sick fuck who hurt you in the first place.” Jacks voice cracked and in that moment you thought he was going to cry.

“Jack…” you whispered, cupping his face in your hands.

“You trusted me…” He whispered back, his eyes welling up with tears.

“I still do, Jack.” You rested your forehead against his. The tips of your noses brushing, your lips hovering mere inches apart. Both you were breathing quickly as his hands found your body again, rubbing his fingers down your bare spine through the opening of the hospital gown. You could feel each other’s breath panting against your lips. Your eyes beginning to flutter shut.

“Jack Abbot?” And unfamiliar voice pulled your attention away from each other in almost an instant. Two officers stood in the doorway, both resting their hands on their tactical vests.

“Yes officer, how can I help you?” Jack responded.

“Stand up for me and put your hands behind your back.” One stepped forward, pulling the handcuffs from his belt.

“What?” You yelled, not wanting to let go of Jack. “No, please!”

“Dr. Abbot you’re under arrest for the aggravated assault and battery of Charlie Truett.”

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⸻ shawn michaels 𝜉 birthday sex (mdni)

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."

[jeffhardyjams]

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[jeff hardy x reader! fem! +18 ] words : 3.8k

mdni. smut. mentions of sex, mentions of cheating. intoxication. language.

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🏷️ : in early 2000s wwf, y/n is dating shawn michaels, while jeff hardy is dating lita—but jeff secretly wants y/n, leading to jealousy, arguments, and a heated moment between them. matt gets caught in the middle when he discovers them.

"you know, y/n, you're really starting to get on my nerves," jeff said, his voice laced with a hint of irritation as he tightened the laces of his knee-high boots.

you looked up from the chair you were sitting on in the locker room, your own wrestling gear laid out neatly beside you. "what's your problem, jeff?" you asked, a smirk playing on your lips. you had known each other for months now, ever since matt had introduced you to the wwe. the three of you had quickly become inseparable, sharing jokes, training tips, and late-night smoke seshs. but lately, something had changed.

"it's just..." jeff paused, looking for the right words. "you're always with shawn now. it's like i don't even know you anymore." his voice was low, almost a growl. you could see the frustration in his eyes, the tension in his jawline.

matt looked up from his phone, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. "what's going on, guys?" he asked, setting the device down on the bench.

"jeff's just being a little... overprotective," you said, rolling your eyes. "because i'm dating shawn, suddenly i don't have time for my friends? even though he clearly is dating lita?"

jeff's eyes narrowed. "overprotective? is that what you call it? don’t you bring up lita. "

matt held up his hands in a peaceful gesture. "hey, i'm just saying, maybe you guys need to talk."

"talk?" jeff scoffed. "i've talked to her plenty. she just doesn't listen."

you stood up, your eyes flashing. " listen, jeff. maybe you just don't like what i have to say."

"like what?" he challenged. "that you're throwing your career away for some fling with shawn michaels?"

you stepped closer to him, your heart racing. "it's not a fling, and you don't know shit about it," you snapped.

"i know enough," jeff said, his voice rising. "i know he's using you for publicity, and you're letting him."

"you're just jealous," you shot back. "because i'm not with you."

jeff's eyes widened for a moment before he turned away, grabbing his bag. "fine," he said, his voice cold. "do whatever you want."

the silence that followed was thick with unspoken words, the echo of your accusations hanging in the air. you watched as jeff stormed out of the locker room, the door slamming behind him.

matt sighed heavily. "you two really need to sort this out," he said, shaking his head. "before it ruins everything."

you didn't respond. instead, you sat back down and focused on lacing up your own boots, your thoughts racing. jeff had always been flirty with you, but you had never taken it seriously. not until now. the way he had looked at you, the way he had talked about shawn... it was as if he was claiming some sort of right to you that you hadn't even known existed.

you took a deep breath and stood up, your decision made. you had to talk to jeff, to find out what was really going on between you. because whether he liked it or not, you weren't going anywhere.

---

you find jeff in the gym, the smell of sweat and leather thick in the air. the lights are dim, and the only sounds are the distant hum of the air conditioner and the occasional echo of a dropped weight from another part of the complex. he's wearing a pair of worn-out jeans and a black t-shirt that clings to his damp, muscular torso, his hair sticking up in every direction from the shower. you approach him, feeling a mix of anger and... something else. something you're not quite ready to admit to yourself.

"what's your deal, jeff?" you demand, your voice echoing off the high ceiling. "why do you care so much?"

jeff turns to face you, his eyes dark and intense. "because i fucking care about you, darling," he says, his voice a low rumble. "and i don't like seeing you throw yourself away for some washed-up has-been like shawn."

you roll your eyes, but the way he says 'darling' sends a shiver down your spine. it's not a term of endearment you've heard from him before. "you don't get to tell me what to do," you reply, your voice firm. "and i can handle myself just fine."

"can you?" jeff asks, taking a step closer. "you're so caught up in this whole wwe thing, you're forgetting what's important." he reaches out and traces the line of your jaw with his thumb, his touch gentle despite the anger in his voice. "you're letting it consume you, y/n."

you push his hand away, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. "don't tell me what i'm doing," you snap. "you're the one who's always been about the party, the matches, the spotlight. what gives you the right to judge me?"

the tension between you is palpable, the air crackling with it. jeff's eyes darken, and he takes a step closer, his chest almost touching yours. "you're right," he says, his voice low. "i don't have the right to tell you what to do. but i have the right to show you what you're missing."

and with that, he crushes his mouth to yours, his kiss desperate and possessive. you're taken aback for a moment, but then you're kissing him back, your body responding to the fire in his touch. the world fades away as your hands tangle in his wet hair, pulling him closer, his tongue dancing with yours.

---

you're not sure how it happened, but suddenly you're against the ropes, jeff's hands roaming over your body, pulling at your clothes. he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, calling you 'sexy' and 'beautiful' in between kisses that leave you breathless. you're torn between pushing him away and begging for more. you know this isn't right, not with matt just a few feet away, not with your heart still tangled in your relationship with shawn. but something about jeff's touch, the way he says your name, makes it impossible to resist.

"you're mine, darling," jeff murmurs against your skin as he strips away your top. "always have been, always will be."

your protests die in your throat as he kisses along your collarbone, his teeth grazing your skin. you moan, the sound lost in the fabric of the ropes. you should stop him, but you can't. the desire is too strong, the connection too intense.

he lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, the rough fabric of the ropes pressing into your back. you can feel his need for you, and it's intoxicating. you kiss him harder, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he works on your pants, pulling them down and leaving you exposed to the cool gym air.

the music playing in the background seems to get louder, the bass thumping in time with your racing heart. jeff's eyes are wild, his breathing ragged, as he enters you with a ferocity that makes you gasp. you cling to him, the ropes biting into your skin, as he moves inside you, his every thrust punctuated by a grunt of pleasure.

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you're lost in the moment, the pain from the ropes mixing with the pleasure jeff's giving you. he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, his hands gripping you tightly, leaving bruises that you know will be hidden by your ring gear tomorrow. the sound of your bodies slapping together fills the quiet gym, the only other sound being the occasional clank of metal from the ropes. you're torn between guilt and passion, but you can't deny the fire burning inside you.

"that's it, darling," jeff growls, his voice a mix of pleasure and possession. "take it all."

your eyes are squeezed shut, your teeth digging into your lower lip as you try to keep from screaming out his name. you know you shouldn't be doing this, but you can't find the strength to stop. the intensity of his touch, the way he claims you so fiercely, it's like nothing you've ever felt before.

suddenly, the gym door slams open, and the music cuts out. you freeze, jeff's movements inside you stuttering to a halt. the sound of footsteps grows closer, and your heart drops to the floor.

"what the fuck?"

you open your eyes to see matt standing there, his eyes wide with shock. he's holding a forgotten water bottle in his hand, his mouth hanging open. the expression on his face is a mirror of how you feel inside: betrayed and lost.

jeff turns his head, his eyes meeting yours. for a split second, you see the fear in them before he sets his jaw and pulls away, setting you down gently. you quickly pull up your pants, your face flushing with embarrassment and anger.

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"matt, it's not what it looks like," jeff starts, but you cut him off.

"don't," you say, your voice shaking. "don't you dare lie to him."

matt's eyes dart between the two of you, his gaze finally landing on you. "is everything okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern.

"no," you reply, your voice firm. "it's not okay. but it's not your business."

jeff's hand reaches for yours, but you pull away. "we need to talk, y/n," he says, his voice low and urgent.

you shake your head, avoiding his gaze. "there's nothing to talk about," you reply, your voice cold. "we made a mistake. that's all."

matt's eyes are on the floor now, his shoulders slumped. "i'll... i'll go," he says, turning to leave.

jeff grabs his arm, desperation in his eyes. "matt, wait."

but you're already out the door, the cool night air hitting you like a slap in the face. you need space, you need to think. you can't believe what just happened. you've crossed a line that can never be uncrossed.

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you head to your car, fumbling with the keys. your hands are shaking, your mind racing with a million thoughts. you don't know what's going to happen now. you don't know if you can ever look matt in the eye again, or if jeff will even speak to you. the weight of what you've done is heavy on your shoulders.

as you're about to get in, jeff's hand is on your arm, spinning you around to face him. his eyes are filled with regret, but also something else. something that makes your stomach flip-flop.

"don't go," he says, his voice hoarse. "please."

you look into his eyes, searching for answers, for some sign of what's happening here. but all you find is confusion and lust.

"what do you want from me, jeff?" you ask, your voice breaking. "we can't do this. not like this."

he takes a deep breath, his chest heaving. "i want you, y/n. i've always wanted you."

the confession hits you like a ton of bricks. you stare at him, your heart racing. "what about lita?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

jeff's eyes flash with anger. "this isn't about her," he says. "this is about us."

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you stand there, frozen in the parking lot, staring at jeff. his confession hangs in the air like a cloud of smoke from a just-extinguished flame. the night is quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic and the occasional cricket. the neon lights from the gym cast a garish glow over the scene, highlighting the anguish in matt's eyes as he stands in the doorway.

"jeff, i... i can't," you whisper, the words sticking in your throat. you're torn between the man you've just shared a passionate moment with and the friend who's been by your side since day one. the weight of the situation presses down on you like a heavy blanket, suffocating any happiness you might have felt.

jeff's grip on your arm tightens. "we can make it work," he insists, his eyes pleading. "i'll tell her, i'll tell everyone."

"tell who what?" matt's voice is quiet, but it cuts through the silence like a knife. he's stepped closer, his gaze boring into jeff. "what's going on here?"

jeff turns to face matt, his expression a mix of anger and determination. "it's none of your business, matt," he snaps. "this is between me and y/n."

"is that right?" matt asks, looking at you. his voice is calm, but the hurt is evident. "is it?"

you look from one to the other, the reality of the situation crashing down on you like a wave. you've hurt the one person you never wanted to. the guilt is overwhelming. "matt," you start, but the words catch in your throat.

matt shakes his head, holding up a hand to stop you. "save it," he says, his voice cold. "you two can have your fun, but don't expect me to not to say you screwed lita and shawn." he turns and walks back into the gym, the door slamming shut behind him.

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the silence is deafening as you watch matt disappear into the building. you can't believe what's happened. you've ruined your friendship, all because of one heated moment of passion. you feel like you're going to be sick.

"jeff, i'm sorry," you murmur, the words barely audible. "i didn't mean for this to happen."

he takes a step closer, his eyes searching yours. "but it did, darling," he says, his voice softer now. "and we can't ignore it."

you shake your head, the tears threatening to spill over. "no, jeff. we can't do this." you pull away from him, the coldness of the metal door against your back a stark contrast to the warmth of his touch. "i need to go home."

jeff's face falls, the realization setting in. "fine," he says, his voice tight. "but this isn't over."

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you drive home with the windows down, the wind whipping through your hair, trying to clear your head. your thoughts are a jumbled mess. you're confused, hurt, and more than a little scared of what the future holds. what will happen when the news spreads? what will the locker room think? what will become of your friendship with matt?

you pull into your driveway and sit there, the engine idling. you can't bring yourself to go inside, to face the emptiness of your house. you need to talk to someone, but who? you can't tell anyone in the wwe. they'd eat this up and spit it out as gossip faster than you can say 'tlc'.

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your phone buzzes in your pocket. you pull it out, expecting a text from jeff begging for another chance. but it's from shawn, checking in to see how your day went. you stare at the screen, the weight of your secret pressing down on you. how can you tell him what happened? how can you explain that you've betrayed him in the worst possible way?

with trembling hands, you type out a simple 'i'm fine' and hit send. it's a lie, a band-aid over a gushing wound. you know you need to talk to him, but you can't bring yourself to do it. not yet. you need to figure out what you're going to do first.

as you sit there, lost in thought, you hear a knock at the door. your heart leaps into your throat, and you know who it is before you even look. jeff. you consider ignoring it, but you know he'll just keep knocking. you take a deep breath and open the door.

jeff is standing there, soaking wet, his hair plastered to his forehead and water droplets running down his face. his eyes are filled with something you can't quite read - a mix of desperation and hope. "can i come in?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

you nod, stepping aside. "you're going to catch a cold," you murmur, grabbing a towel from the hallway closet. you hand it to him, watching as he dries his face and hair. he's shivering slightly, and you can't help but feel a twinge of guilt for leaving him outside in the rain.

"i had to see you," he says, his teeth chattering. "i couldn't just let it end like that."

you sigh, leaning against the wall. "what do you want, jeff?"

he takes a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours. "i want to tell you something."

---

jeff's words come out in a rush, as if he's been holding them in for a lifetime. he confesses his love for you, the way he's felt since the first time he saw you, the way he's watched you from the shadows, waiting for his moment. you're torn between shock and something deeper, something that scares you. because as much as you want to deny it, you know you feel the same way.

you look down at your hands, twisting the towel in your fingers. "jeff, i... i don't know what to say."

he steps closer, placing a hand on your arm. "say you feel it too," he whispers.

you take a deep breath, looking up at him. the rain has brought out the green in his eyes, making them shine like emeralds. "i do," you admit, the words barely making it past the lump in your throat. "but we can't do this. not now."

---

he nods, understanding in his eyes. "i know," he says, his voice heavy with regret. "but we can't keep pretending, y/n. we have to tell them."

the reality of what he's saying hits you like a ton of bricks. you've never been one to cheat, to hurt someone you care about. but here you are, standing in the middle of your living room with jeff hardy, confessing your love for each other while your boyfriend and his girlfriend are none the wiser.

"what are we going to do?" you ask, your voice shaking.

jeff pulls you into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around you like a warm blanket. "we're going to end it," he says, his voice firm. "with lita and shawn. we're going to tell them the truth and deal with the consequences."

---

you lean into him, feeling the warmth of his body seep into your bones. you know he's right, but the thought of losing both of them, of facing the wrath of the wwe, is terrifying. but you can't ignore the way your heart beats faster when he's near, the way his touch sets you on fire.

"okay," you murmur, your voice muffled against his chest. "we'll tell them."

jeff pulls back, looking into your eyes. "i promise you, it'll be worth it," he says, his voice full of conviction. "we'll be together, no more hiding."

you nod, taking a deep breath. "let's do it," you say, your voice stronger now. jeff gives you a reassuring smile before leaning in, kissing you passionately while a tear drop runs down your cheek. you tug at his dyed hair and bring him even closer to wrap your arms around his neck. you both back away after your lips feels numb and sit in silence together ; wondering how tomorrows events will unfold.

[ authors note ; i hope you guys enjoyed this imagineee 🫶🏼 please request any ideas you have in mind or scenarios!! i also OWN that layout and created it so please give credit if you use!! ** ]

[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.

[soothedoll]

⸻ shawn micheals 𝜉 brat taming (mdni)

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

THIS IS PART TWO OF MASTERLIST

BILLY LOOMIS X OC

FULFILLING TRUE DESIRES SLOWLY

Gianna was obviously a genius at faking her personality. She put on a mask that showed she was sane and perfect still, but behind that mask was something nobody would truly recognize. Watching her brother and her true love kill only made these desires grow stronger to follow in their footsteps so they could bond and be satisfied with her, forcing Randy to help her was her only hope in getting that validation from those two. During her and Randy’s first kill it went down pretty smoothly, they killed a girl named Ellie, Ellie Woods. She was a mean girl anyway, “Randy you make the call, I’ll kill.” Gianna said as they hid outside her house. They were in the ghost face costumes and had already planned this out for weeks, Ellie was home alone and it was perfect. Randy finally made the call when she was distracted by the horror movie she was watching, Gianna snuck in through a window upstairs and slowly and quietly made her way somewhere Ellie wouldn’t see. After the phone call Ellie hung up paranoid, she was pacing around with a knife. The phone rang again and Gianna kept moving slowly but steadily until Ellie fell right into her trap. When Randy asked “Who’s the killer in Friday the 13th.” Ellie replied with “Jason Vorhees!” But unfortunately that was incorrect, Ellie screamed when a masked figure appeared (Gianna) and attacked her. She stabbed her multiple times and gutted her, after she finished she tossed her in her backyard and hung her on a tree just like Casey Becker. Once they finished the job the cops were already here due to the neighbors hearing Ellie’s screams, they ran quickly and got into Gianna’s car driving back to her house.

When they arrived at Gianna’s house they had already took off the costumes and hid them very well in her car. They walked in the house to find Stu upset, “Gianna, why is Randy the dork with you and your home at 12?” Stu said and looked at the two who were tired, but satisfied. “Oh just hanging, nothing to be worried about and he isn’t a dork.” Gianna replied rolling her eyes. “He is FYI and your lucky mom and dad ain’t home, Billy is here tho.” Stu replied giggling a bit, he stuck his tongue out at Randy and when Gianna turned to look at Billy he was already staring at her. It wasn’t a normal stare but when he flicked his eyes to Randy it was a death stare, she was confused and went up to Billy to hug him. “Hey Billy how are you?” She said hugging him, he hugged her back on her waist and replied “Fine, You good Gianna?” She nodded smiling. “So what were you guys doing?” Billy added on to his sentence, “Oh nothing much hanging out at my house.” Randy said grinning. Gianna nodded, “Better not be any funny stuff going on.” Stu looked at Randy with a glare. “Oh no man nothing going on here. A friendship only!” Randy put his hands up in defense, Gianna laughed a bit which made Billy look at her smirking a bit. They wrapped up the conversation and Gianna said her goodbye to Randy giving him a look that Stu and Billy couldn’t understand but brushed off.

When Gianna woke up the next day Ellie Woods, Casey Becker, and Steven Orth were found dead. And was she shocked by the Ellie one? No. She did it, but Casey and Steve shocked her a bit. She knew it had to be Billy and Stu but today she had to put on a concerned and horrified act. She got ready wearing a black short tight dress with heels, she did bouncy curls with a black headband and some black waterline makeup. She drove herself and Stu to school, they saw all the cop and news reporters especially that dumb bitch Gale Weathers. The mask was secured for Gianna, she acted sad and when she saw Tatum and Sidney talking about the situation she was “terrified.” “I just can’t, can’t believe they’re gone you know? Like how could someone do such a thing.” Gianna said as she walked with the girls and Stu, “I know, I sat next to Casey in English. I didn’t expect that. Especially Ellie! She was mean but that isn’t a reason to you know die.” Sidney said worriedly and upset. Everyone nodded and everyone parted ways to class.

Gianna didn’t need to be questioned they obviously believed her, she was the perfect student, perfect everything.. they had no reason to suspect her. At the water fountain Gianna sat with the group, she sat away from Sidney and Billy. She had to hide her anger, she truly despised Sidney, but oh she loved HER Billy. “Gianna! Yooohooo!!” Tatum said tapping her as she zoned out staring at the floor, “Oh my bad.” She laughed nervously eating one of Randy’s snacks and turning to look at him, they spoke with their eyes which left everyone wondering. “How do you.. guy someone?” Sidney whispered and Gianna wanted to roll her eyes so bad to this attention seeking little slut. “You take a knife and you slit 'em from groin to sternum.” Stu says smugly, Sidney felt uneasy and Billy saw that. “It’s called tact you fuck rag.” “Hey, didn’t you date Casey?” Gianna said to Stu and he groaned , “Yeah before she dumped him for Steve” Randy replied and Gianna giggled a bit, “What I thought you dumped her for me?” Tatum said to Stu, “I did he’s a dickwad and a liar!” Stu replied in defense. “Are the police aware that you dated one of the victims?” Randy said and Stu scoffed “what are you trying to say, I killed her?” He replied, “it would certainly prove ur highschool que!” Randy said, “Shut up! Stu was with me last night.” Tatum said for Stu, “was that before or after he sliced and diced?” Randy said with a weirder tone. “Okay nutcase where were you last night?” Tatum said to him, “With Gianna, thank you!” Randy replied “Oh Gianna? That’s odd, is that true?.” Tatum replied confused looking at Gianna, “yup Billy and Stu saw us.” Gianna said smiling. Billy and Stu agreed and Stu looked down with a face. “I didn’t kill anyone..” Stu replied uneasily, “Nobody said you did.” Billy said in a tone, “Thanks buddy!” “Besides it takes a man to do something like that!” Randy said in a jokingly voice, “yo I’ll gut yo ass in a second Kid!” Stu said laughing “tell me something! DID YOU REALLY PUT HER LIVER IN THE MAILBOX CAUSE I HEARD THEY FOUND HER LIVER IN THE MAILBOX NEXT TO HER SPLEEN AND PANCREAS!” Randy replied in a crazy voice and Sidney started packing her stuff feeling disgusted and angry. “Quiet I’m tryna eat fuckface!” Tatum said in a grimace, “Bad , better liver alone.” Stu messed Sidney which amused Gianna inside, “LIVER ALONE!” he said again with his tongue out laughing as Tatum hit him in the side. Sidney kissed Billy on the cheek and walked away, “ow! Liver liver! Liver.. it was a joke..” he kept laughing. Billy looked at Sidney with a death stare before hiding it, Gianna peeped it and smiled a bit.

This was only the beginning of the bloodbath the two duos would make.

[wallofchynax]

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I have have no hard and fast rules regarding who I will write fics for. I have started watching AEW but I don't know anyone well enough to be confident writing them unless it's something very general. 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. sometimes i will block people for seemingly no reason but if you have my faves on my dni, i'd rather not disturb your peace and accidently interact with your content so i may hard block you for my sanity and yours. It's nothing against you but i'd rather not the headache.

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incest/selfcest

pedophilia

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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. I won't write actual cheating scenes that involve the reader cheated on. It's fine if cheating is mentioned but cheating plots are kind of upsetting to me.

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[magnoliacharmed]

I’ll Show You A Winner

(not my gif!)

18+, Shawn Michaels x Fem!Reader one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Word count: 1,282

Tags: Referenced drug use (cocaine), Referenced alcohol use, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, face slapping, voice kink, scratching, biting, bruises, condomless sex, reader is a total bitch, Shawn is mean

Summary:

Shawn gets mean with you after you make fun of him for losing a match.

Author's note: haha... yeah

“Aww, are you mad Shawn? Gonna cry about another lost match? God, you’re such a pussy sometimes.”

“What’d you say?”

“I said that you’re a crybaby. Mad that the world doesn’t always revolve around you. Guess all that politicking with Vince didn’t work, huh?”

“Hmm.”

“Didn’t wear your prettiest earrings to his office?”

Suddenly Shawn’s weight engulfed you into the plush mattress. Man he could move fast. His face was splotchy red after the last few hours you two spent drinking and snorting cocaine. It was a poor choice for the night since he was already in such a sour mood. As the hours passed by, he got angrier and angrier. The way you were picking at him wasn’t helping either.

“Some man you are.”

Your noses touched and his light smattering of facial hair scratched against you as he stared into your eyes. His breathing was heavy, so heavy you would’ve thought he just got done in the ring. The way his head cocked to the side made a warning sign flash in your head. The bull was being prodded too much. You didn’t have time to get another insult ready when Shawn’s hand clenched hard into your hair. It felt like he was going to tear it out with how strong his grip was. The pain radiated through your head and neck in a strangely delicious way.

“You wanna see what kinda man I am, honey? I’ll show you.”

Shawn’s breathing quickened as he moved his free hand down to unhook his belt. Just as soon as his pants were down enough, he hiked your dress up to your waist.

Your lips moved in a whispered frenzy by his ear, blond locks of his wavy hair shielding the rest of the room from you. “Can you even get it up, cokehead?” Your laugh was mean… and just the slightest bit panicked.

“Keep talkin’. I’ll shut you up soon enough.”

Shawn’s voice lacked the passion it usually had when he was pissed. You knew that when he was yelling and screaming it would pass pretty shortly. He just needed an outlet. When he was truly upset though? His already deep and raspy tone got even lower. It made your panties flood and your eyes widen. You were really in for it now.

With an aggressive push into you, Shawn began to thrust against your walls. You weren’t quite as prepared as usual, so your voice exclaimed out with a squeak. He continued to stare in your eyes with a look that was miles past angry. There was determination flowing through his veins to win. He couldn’t succeed in the ring tonight, that much was true. But he could make you shut up and could definitely make you come.

Your own hand flew up to grasp at his hair with force. Two could play that game. The feeling of you being so close to pulling it out made him go harder inside you. made him feel alive even more so than the coke. His neck strained as he reached down to kiss you roughly with no warning. Your muscles tightened around his length when his teeth bit your bottom lip.

“You like it when I’m rough, don’t you? Such a slut for me.”

Shawn shook his head in disappointment, but you both knew that he was loving this. His accent, that Texan drawl that made you melt, was especially heavy when he spoke. He could be as harsh as he wanted— as long as he kept talking you through it.

Before you could respond back, Shawn released his grip from your hair and instead wrapped his hand around your neck. You gushed below him, wet sounds filling the room when you adjusted your legs to surround his waist. You got a little dazed and lightheaded at the lack of air you were getting. Mirroring him, you decided to choke him back. It was too bad you weren’t strong enough to put as much pressure on his neck as he had on yours, but that didn’t seem to matter to him. The slight squeeze you could give was enough for him to groan loudly above you.

Your vision darkened around the edges. Shawn was pounding you into the mattress while he continued to restrict your airflow. You did your best to grind into every one of his forceful thrusts, your clit shooting bolts of pleasure through you whenever it brushed against him. He smiled at you in that cocky sort of way he liked to whenever he was winning. You got some air back when he moved your head up to angle more at him. He was fucking the bitchy resolve right out of you, tears building at the corners of your eyes at how he stretched you out.

“And look who’s crying now! It’s so pathetic it’s cute.” His cruel voice rumbled and reverberated through your body in hedonistic bliss.

Shawn used his other hand to grab your jaw and hold you in place. He was much stronger than you and your body was beginning to get weak at the impending orgasm threatening to wrack through you. Those soft blue eyes of his were crazed when he stuck his tongue out. You immediately stuck yours out too to swirl around his lewdly, hoping he’d push you into another kiss. Despite everything he’d been doing to you, this felt the most inappropriate.

That was until he slapped you.

It wasn’t very hard at all. It was more of a surprise than anything. Shawn immediately caressed the stinging skin of your cheek, then rubbed the pad of his thumb against your bruised bottom lip. With little force he pushed his thumb into your mouth for you to suck on. You did so gratefully with a dumb sort of expression on your face.

A mocking sigh breathed from his lips. “You disgust me.”

Stars began to overtake your vision before your eyes rolled back in your head. Your hands pawed at his back in desperation. The deep scratches you were leaving weren’t your problem. He could just keep his shirt on the next time he had to be on TV. With every claw mark up the expanse of his well toned back Shawn’s movements stuttered even more. The way you looked at him right before you came, so innocent and doe eyed, sent him right past the edge and over the moon. Shawn filled you with his come until his entire body fell limp above you. It took the last little bit of energy he had to unwrap your legs from around him and roll over to the other side of the bed.

Both of you laid on your backs and breathed heavily into the open air. You felt Shawn shift beside you to stare at your heaving chest. Your cheek didn’t look too bad, but your bottom lip was puffy and your neck was bruised. Your hair was a bird’s nest above you from the pulling. Shawn wasn’t in great shape either. The scratches on his back actually hurt down now that the adrenaline was fading. The alcohol and coke made his face bloated and a headache form at his temples. He was pretty sure that strands of his already thinning hair were pulled out from the way you grabbed at him. Your nails dug marks into the side of his neck that were hard to look at.

In the end, none of that mattered. He won.

“Fuck, Shawn. That was amazing.” Your voice was laced with awe.

“Of course it was, honey.”

“That’s cause you’re the best.” You dragged yourself over to lay against his chest, drowsiness pulling you down into a deep sleep.

“Damn straight.”

[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 —