#wwe hbk x reader

[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."

[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.

[wallofchynax]

THE WORST POSSIBLE TIME (ONESHOT)

Synopsis: You're being interviewed about your match at the upcoming Summerslam. You are trying to be professional about it despite your 'friend' (hint; he's very much more than your friend) Shawn having other plans with you under the table.

Ships: 90s!Shawn Michaels x Reader

Authors note: this is very much inspired by that rumor of Shawn fingering Sunny during a interview (you can find it on youtube if you are curious). This is just a small dablet because I cannot update any of my other stories till next week so I wanted to put something up in the meantime hehe.

You're sitting in a chair under the blinding studio lights, sitting across the interviewer, Mean Gene. The backdrop is plastered with advertisments and the upcoming Summerslan. You could hear the crowd roaring outsitde of the studio. This was the night before Summerslam after all. You were excited; a chance to go against the current woman's champion and get the belt.

This should have been a good interview. This should have set you up well for tomorrow night. Unfortunately, you were shifting in your chair, trying to remain composure but it was difficult.

He insisted he stood would be next to you. After all, you both were in a storyline together and were adored by the crowd. You always told people that you and him were best friends. However, Shawn Michaels, he had no sense of professionalism. You both told everyone you were nothing more than best friends. And to an extent, that was true, you were best friends.

But best friends shouldn't be making it this hard for you to focus.

You didn't know if it was the substances that were probably in his system or the overconfidence that he often showed when in front of the camera. Anyway, you can see him at the corner of your eye with that lazy smirk on his lips and an arm slung casually behind your seat as if he doesn't have a care in the world.

You, on the other hand, were trying to talk about your big match. Your moment at a title shot. However, you knew that Shawn was up to no good. Because when his arm that was slung around your chair was removed, you knew you he was scheming something. Despite the fact that this interview should have been about your determination and your preparation, the hours of training that you had put into this point His arm moving should have been the first sign of trouble.

Mean Gene, ever the professional, nodded as you spoke, tilting the microphone in your direction.

"This match is everything to me, Gene. I worked my ass off for the shot, and tomorrow night, I-"

Your breath hitched.

In that moment, Shawn's hand found your thigh out of sight from the camera.

You cleared your throat, shifting slightly in your chair, "-and I...I plan on giving the performance of a lifetime..."

The corners of Shawn's lips twtiched. He knew. He knew damn well that you couldn't react to what he was doing. You had to sit there and talk about your title shot like nothing was going on. Like his hands weren't trailing under the hem of your shorts.

Your fingers clenched into fists in your lap.

You couldn't look at him.

Gene raised an eyebrow, "Are you alright?"

You opened your mouth as if you wanted to speak. However, Shawn ended up speaking for you as he leaned forward. You could feel his hand under your shorts, stroking the front of your underwear. You already knew that your panties were going to be soaked.

"She's great, she's just dealing with a little bit of pre-match excitement, you know. All that adrenaline, all that passion - it just gets a little overwhelming sometimes,"

You turned your head, only just slightly, enough for your eyes to meet his. The warning glare that you gave him was completely ignored. If anything, he just winked at you in response.

And then he started rubbing circles on your clit through your panties.

Gene, bless him, was just trying to get you to talk about your strategy, the level of competition and the current woman's division. And you tried, you tried so hard to give him answers that the fans would like but everytime you spoke, Shawn's fingers were slow, teasing and deliberate.

He was enjoying this.

You were going to murder him after this.

"But tomorrow, when I step into that ring, I know I will have everything to prove, but I-"

And that's when you felt it. His fingers moved from your clit and were now teasing at your entrance. You nearly slapped the table when he suddenly pushed two fingers inside.

"-I won't be distracted," You nearly squeaked out, forcing yourself not to react to the way Shawn's hand moved.

Gene gave you another look and then a cough, "Are you...sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine!" You said, almost too defensivelly

You inhaled sharply, exhaled through your nose, and forced your voice into something steady.

“I’ve been training non-stop for this, Gene. I know what’s at stake. I know my opponent is one of the best to ever hold that belt,” you said, keeping your gaze fixed on the interviewer, not the smirking devil sitting beside you.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up when Shawn chuckled next to you, leaning in a little, "My girl here is just incredibly excited about her match tomorrow, aren't you?"

You hated him. You were ready to murder him after this. Your patience was slipping, your nails digging into your palm to keep yourself from reacting.

“But I’m not walking into that ring to hope for a win—I’m walking in to take that title for myself.”

Shawn's hand lifted, just for a second. You felt relief wash over you but it was quickly met with a third finger being inserted.

You turned to him, flush faced and not even bothering to hide your annoyance.

"Do you mind?"

Shawn grinned like the devil himself.

"Not at all,"

Your glare could have killed him.

Gene cleared his throat, "Well, you certainly seem fired up for the match. Any final words for your opponent?"

Final statment. It was the moment to prove her determination. Get it together.

You turned towards the camera, eyes burning with conviction.

"I hope you're watching," you said, voice steady, now despite everything, "Because tomorrow night, when I step into the ring, I'm not just bringing a fight, I'm bringing a war,"

Shawn chose that exact moment to brush the pads of his fingers into your sweet spot.

You nearly jerked. You nearly elbowed him.

Gene smiled, clearly satisfied with your response, "Well, there you have it folks. Tomorrow night, Summerslam. Will we see a new Women's Champion crowned? We will soon find out soon enough!"

The camera's flickered off. The second it did, Shawn removed his fingers from your cunt. When he did, you turned your head and glared at him like your eyes could turn holes into his soul.

He just grinned.

"Do you think you're funny?" you hissed.

Shawn stretched in his chair, completely unbothered, "I know I am,"

Your fingers twitched. You were seconds away from smacking that smug look off his face.

Instead, you stood abruptly, shoving your chair back, "You better pray I don't get my hands on you before tomorrow night,"

Shawn leaned back like you were threatening him with a good time, "Oh princess, I know how much you like a pre-match stretch,"

You stormed off, head rising to your face but not before you heard him laughing behind you.

He was going to pay for that.

Tomorrow night.

[salemshotspot]

HOW DOLLS SHOULD BE TREATED

Shawn Michaels x Reader

Kind Of A Song Fic If You Squint?

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

DESC: Shawn helps the reader out when she can’t record to moans for his song as well as he knows she can

Female Reader [She/Her]

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ MDNI//Slight Choking//Implied Possessive Behaviour//Age Gap//Not Proof Read

RED >> Song lyrics

A/N >> NOT GREAT BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY

TAGS: @dilfs-4life

Enjoy!

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Y/n couldn’t believe her luck, she had grown up both watching and loving wrestling. Y/n was a semi-successful vocalist who was mostly well known for her work with the wwe; remastering a great deal of wrestler's theme songs with a contemporary twist

Y/n was having an uneventful day, it was her first day off work in a while, although it was uneventful she appreciated being able to rest after a busy few weeks. However this rest did not last long, y/n’s phone mockingly lit up with an email notification causing y/n to sigh as she realised it was from no other than the head of the creative team at the wwe; y/n's boss.

‘Hey y/n,

I’m writing to inform you we are remastering a song for a wrestler’s return [who cannot be revealed as of yet as his return has not been released to the public] and he has requested you by name to work on the song. Your vocals will only be backing vocals compared to your usual main track vocals so please come to my office before the end of the day in order to discuss if you’d want the role and what it would entail both job and pay wise.

-the wwe creative team.’

Y/n stares at her phone in disbelief, not only was a big time wrestler returning, causing her to become excited as a long time fan of the sport, but they paid enough attention to her work that they wanted her out of everyone to work on their song? Although she was determined to enjoy her day off, y/n practically jumped out of her seat and began getting ready to go into work, even if she didn’t want the job there was no harm in turning up and hearing them out right? Worst case scenario she doesn’t take the job but finds out which wrestler is returning to the sport.

Once y/n makes her way into work her boss spotted her and pulled her into their office and invited her to sit down and began explaining what they had already said in the email but they began sensing the idea of disinterest towards the job from y/n which is confirmed when she began speaking.

‘I’ll be straight with you boss' she begins ‘in not sure this job is right for me, I’ve only just gotten time off and I want to take advantage of tha-‘ but her boss cuts her off with a devilish smile.

'Before you say no to the job’ they say picking up the phone and telling somebody on the line to ‘send him in’ ‘at least hear the man out who so desperately wanted you for the job.’

Y/n’s mind began to race theorising who could be coming in, could it be a beloved wrestler from the attitude era like Steve Austin, wanting to have a final run, wanting to add vocals to his song to appeal to fans or could it be a more modern wrestler who had been out due to injury for a while like CM Punk, finally ready for his return?

It was while she was theorising as to which wrestler it could possibly be that none other than Shawn Michaels, The Heartbreak Kid, entered the room and sat down in the chair opposite y/n. Once y/n locked eyes with Shawn her eyes widened as she was flooded with emotions; starstruck didn’t even begin to cover it.

Shawn cleared his throat, pulling y/n out of her trance; ‘it’s great to finally meet you y/n’ he says smiling warmly, ‘I was really looking forward working with you, I was thinking we could go into the recording room and have a practice run.’ Y/n began to protest as a wave of unexpected anxiety washed over her being face to face with a wrestler she grew up watching, she grew up fantasising about- ‘y/n?’ Shawn questioned, causing y/n to blush softly.

Y/n took a deep breath to compose herself and smiled at the man across from her, ‘ok, sure, we can have a test run but I’m not promising anything’ she says in an anxious yet teasing manner as both herself and Shawn made their way to the recording room after promising the creative director they will both be back in the office within the hour with y/n's answer about whether or not she is going to take the job.

Shawn closed the soundproof door of the recording room gently behind the two of them and motioned for the younger woman to sit down in one of the many chairs in the room. As y/n took her seat Shawn began pacing a small area of the room as he spoke; not before apologising to y/n for his pacing, claiming 'moving around helps me get my words out properly' he pauses for a second, 'I'm not too good with articulation you see' he says with a chuckle to mask his insecurity. Y/n assured him that he didn't need to apologise, causing a sense of relief to wash over Shawn as he continued speaking.

As he continued speaking y/n's mind began to wander as Shawn spoke; her heart began to race as the realisation set in, as she realised exactly what parts of the song she would be running through for Shawn to judge if she's the 'right fit' for the job. As Shawn noticed the woman growing increasingly more nervous he placed his large, rugged hand on the woman's lap, gently grazing his thumb over her leg, bringing y/n's focus back to the conversation before he continued vocalising his idea.

'The lovely creative director back in there has informed me that you're familiar with my song, so I was thinking we run through it as it is then if the stars align for me and you want to work on the rewrite we can go from there' he says almost excitedly.

'Sounds good' y/n replied sheepishly with as she went onto one of the computers in the recording room to prepare a backing track as the computers had all of the wrestling backing tracks saved onto them for the creative team when necessary. While she was preparing the track Shawn also requested that y/n also recorded the process of them practicing the vocals so they could listen back to it and see if either of the two have any improvements or changes in min; Y/n hums in agreement and pulls up a recording software.

Once each piece of software was in place and the recording had begun Shawn gave y/n a nod to begin, the young woman took a deep breath and closed her eyes thinking if she couldn't see Shawn she'd be less embarrassed and in turn be able to perform better.

'Oh.. Oh.. Shawn' Y/n attempted to moan out like the original version of the man's song but she was barely able to mutter the words, let alone confidently moan them how she needed to. 'Great' y/n thought to herself, not only was she completely ruining her chance at the job but more so she was embarrassing herself in front of Shawn Michaels of all people, she was expecting to open her eyes to find Shawn laughing at her pathetic attempt to mimic his iconic song. However to y/n's surprise when she opened her eyes she was greeted by the older man's eyes filled with patience, there wasn't an ounce of mockery in the man's eyes.

'I'm sorry' y/n began, but before she could continue Shawn cut her off, almost parroting back the words she said to him before 'you don't need to apologise sweetheart' he reassured her in a low register 'why don't you give it another go, imagine you're going at it with your dream man' he teased making y/n flustered. Y/n jokingly nodded and agreed to try again with Shawn's 'expert advice' in mind.

Y/n closed her eyes once again and despite her best efforts to not imagine Shawn, trying her hardest to fantasise about anything other than the older man making her a quivering shaking mess using nothing but his fingers- y/n gulped at the idea, feeling herself grow increasingly wet merely at the thought.

Biting her lip, y/n completely missed her cue, only realising once Shawn asked her through a smirk 'is there something on your mind doll?' causing y/n to to immediately begin apologising and attempting to explain away her making a complete fool of herself before Shawn stood up and stepped closer to the seated woman, towering over her.

'I think my suggestion worked a little too well sweetheart' he jokes 'who are you thinking of in that mind of yours? A little boyfriend?' He questions, emphasising the 'boy', seemingly mocking the age of anybody y/n could possibly be dating.

'I don't have 'a little boyfriend' actually' y/n replies, causing one of Shawn's eyebrow to raise in a curious manner at the woman; without missing a beat, Shawn questions back in a curious tone 'who was making your mind wander so much you missed your cue then?' Seeing the woman's doe-like eyes widen as if starving for light as she assures Shawn it was 'no one in particular' was all the conformation Shawn needed, he's been around enough women to know when one was enamoured with him.

Craning his neck downwards so his face was inches from the woman's, Shawn asks in a seductive whisper 'do you trust me doll?' To which y/n responded with a simple nod. With that, Shawn moved over to the woman's ear and instructed her to press record on the computer as he nipped as the skin on her neck teasingly, causing y/n to let out a desperate whine.

Shawn swiftly moved from the woman's neck, not wanting to leave any visible marks on the woman, Shawn liked to see himself as a gentleman and didn't want people seeing the young woman leaving the room covered in markings, people can be cruel and Shawn has the rest of his life to mark the woman's pretty little neck, this what he was doing now was simply business.

Shawn made sure he let his hands graze down y/n's body as he gracefully falls to his knees, once on his knees he effortless pulled the woman's loose fitting jeans down to her ankles exposing her panties, already soaked from the way Shawn had been lightly touching her. Shawn's eyes grew lustful with hunger at the sight. With an uncharacteristically demanding tone Shawn began speaking to the woman; 'be a good doll and make sure you’re practicing your vocals’ he demanded as he softly pulled the woman’s cotton panties aside, the softness of the fabric had nothing on the softness of y/n’s skin as Shawn firmly gripped onto the woman’s thighs, spreading them to the side to gain better access to the heat between the woman’s legs.

With a cockiness to him Shawn dramatically allowed his tongue to fall out of his mouth, practically gasping for y/n like a dehydrated dog, Shawn took his tongue and painfully slowly glided it over the heat between y/n’s legs until he found himself at her clit. He hovered over the aching ball of nerves, his hit breathe being the only sensation pulsing through y/n causing her to desperately push her hips upwards in an attempt to bring her clit and Shawn’s mouth into contact.

‘Tut-Tut-Tut’ Shawn mocks ‘you’re so desperate for Shawn to make you feel good aren’t you darling' he continues as he uses his fingers to open y/n's folds, revealing her wet hole, desperately pulsating at the thought of being filled. With his free hand Shawn gently pries the young woman's plump untouched lips open and slid two fingers into her mouth and just like it was second nature y/n began to coyly suck on his long, thick digits.

Shawn’s eyes glaze over at the sight of the young woman enveloping his fingers in her mouth so easily; ‘now how about we see if you’re this good at swallowing my fingers elsewhere hmm?’ Shawn states as he pulls his fingers from y/n’s mouth still connected by a string of saliva. With ease Shawn slides his fingers coated in y/n’s spit into the gasping hole between her legs, walls immediately clamping down on him in fear of the empty feeling it’ll be left with if Shawn dares removes his fingers from y/n. Once y/n had adjusted to the feeling of Shawn’s fingers beautifully stretching her in a delicate way which she had never experienced before Shawn began slowly pumping his fingers in and out of y/n, in his mind claiming her as his own.

As y/n let out a soft moan Shawn snakes his hand around her throat and applied soft pressure, not enough to hurt her but enough to get her attention, in a smug and condescending tone Shawn utters ‘I don’t hear you practicing those vocals darlin’ I bet you can do so good for ol’ Shawn if you try.’ This praise was enough to have y/n melting into his touch, eager to please the man who had her falling apart in his hands.

Once again y/n attempts the dreaded vocals, but as she opens her mouth Shawn’s fingers pick up their pace, causing unimaginable waves of pleasure to course through the woman; 'Oh.. Oh.. Shawn' she practically screams as Shawn praises her efforts ‘good girl, you’re doing so well for me.’

Although Shawn had all the vocal samples he needed he continued pumping his fingers in and out of the woman until he felt her walls clamp down on him, until the woman’s delicate hands gripped at his forearm; with a smirk Shawn removed his fingers become y/n reached her climax, completely playing into the persona which his song encompasses he stands up and almost cockily says ‘hands off the merchandise’ expecting a laugh or at least a smile from his y/n, however upon seeing her pouting at him for denying her of her first real orgasm; that being an orgasm from a man who knew exactly how to send a woman over the edge, Shawn grinned and whispered into her ear; ‘don’t get short with me darlin' if we get through this meeting with the creative director then I want to take you back to my place and show you what all the fuss about the heartbreak kid really is’ he teasingly nibbled on her ear and continued ‘what kind of a gentleman would I be if I let a doll like you climax in an office hmm? Let me show you how dolls should be treated.’

Y/n blushed, unaccustomed to this kind of treatment, in response Shawn grabbed her hand, helped her back into her pants and led her back to the creative director to tell them that y/n had agreed to take the job after all.

Shawn wouldn’t admit this to anybody but his heart welled with excitement through the entire meeting fantasising about showing y/n what a real man can do, he was excited to have her desperately pleading for him because he’s the only man that can make her feel good, but more than anything he was excited to make her his, after all, who better to look after such a sweet little doll than the wrestler whose gimmick was love?

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A/N >> Would anyone want a part 2 to this fic? Drop suggestions/requests if you have any

[wrasslinwetdreams]

Dating Shawn Michaels Headcanons

When you first met him you thought he was a prick and he absolutely was one. You tried to avoid him because you heard the rumors about him being an asshole

You avoiding him definitely made him like you more. Shawn never realized it until he met you but he definitely enjoys the chase.

He finally gets you alone and for once doesnt act like a jerk off. He’s very nice even if it is just to get you to talk to him.

When you guys finally hit it off you try to keep things lowkey but that doesn’t work for Shawn. You’re pretty hot shit yourself and he wants everyone to know you’re with him.

He likes to grab you by the waist when he catches other guys looking at you backstage. He makes a show of grabbing your waist and giving it a little squeeze.

Being lowkey goes out of the window with Shawn. He makes you share a locker room with him. He won’t admit but he’s paranoid about guys trying to hit on you when he’s not around.

Taking care of him when his habits get a bit too out of hand. You always pull his hair back for him while he vomits in the toilet.

When no one is around you call him sugar. Shawn loves when you baby him after he’s feeling like shit and you call him that. “Come here sugar.” Just like that he’s slinking in the bed next to you while you play in his hair.

He asks you to move in with him fairly early into your relationship. He knows you’re the one and he wants to be under you all the time when he’s not on the road. Eventually he asks you to start traveling and staying in his hotels too.

Shawn loves that you’re different in that you’re honest with him. He might not like it and may even throw a little bitch fit but he knows you mean well.

Everyone is unsure how Shawn managed to bag you. He’s a major a- hole you’re a pretty little thing who’s pretty sweet for a top earner. None of the arrogance of your partner.

[mr-wrestlemania]

KannCan you maybe write a love story with Shawn and a girl

I DID NOT FORGET THIS REQUEST I PROMISE. I just had a bad writing drought. Anyway, as promised, here it is!

Reader is Shawn's gf, who snuck backstage to see him after a bloody match. Short and sweet

You didn't care what kind of shoes you were wearing, or who was in your way. Security didn't seem to get the message, despite your protests.

"Sure, he's got plenty of women. Go back to your seat or leave the building."

Chyna noticed you rather quickly and ran over, "Hey! It's okay she's with us. C’mon." She grabbed your arm before you or the security guard could protest and dragged you backstage.

"Did Shawn forget to give you a pass?" She shook her head, "Just stay close he's this way by the medic tent."

You thanked her endlessly as you tried to keep up with her. Your platitudes fell silent once you found Shawn.

He was getting his forehead patched up with Hunter on standby. The taller blonde smiled at you and got up to greet you.

"Alright, before your anxiety breaks out if its cage-" Hunter pat your back, "He's alright. Just needs a few stitches since he was busted open by a messy chairshot. I already grilled the idiot who did it, so no claws. Promise?"

You beamed at Hunter and nodded. If you trusted anyone with Shawn, it would be Hunter. Even if it did feel like you were third wheeling sometimes.

Shawn opened one of his eyes and tried to laugh as you approached. "If I knew this would happen, you would have been backstage. I hope it didn't scare you baby."

That was putting it lightly. Anytime Shawn bled, it made you worry. You waited until he was properly patched up before trying to hug him.

"Sorry.. I must smell like sweat, blood, and medical shit huh." He frowned.

So what? You were just happy he was okay.

"He still has to get tested for a concussion, but that usually doesn't take too long." Chyna hummed.

"Ugh.." Shawn curled his nose, "I wanna go back to the hotel already."

He could fucking wait, you tugged on his ponytail.

Hunter nodded in agreement, "Go easy on him til we know his brain isn't scrambled. But if we need to drag him.."

"Fucks sake- Okay okay I'll go. I can't win with both you and Hunter tag teaming me." Shawn rolled his eyes.

You gently kissed his face and it seened to melt his attitude a little. If he behaved, you offered to shower with him since..he was so hurt after all.

Shawn perked at the idea and grinned eagerly. "Ohhh, you are such a little angel. Deal." He kissed your face and hummed happily with you in his arms.

You were one of the few people who could drive him wild, but stop his show when needed.

[sanman2022]

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𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧 🍓- Kevin Nash X Black FemOC! (Angela)

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( づ🍓 - After years of being single, Angela finally decides to take a leap of faith and goes on a set-up blind date made by her friend Sherri Martel. She soon is surprised, meeting six-foot-eleven, WCW superstar, Kevin Nash. How will the night end?

𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂 ⚠ - 18+/NSFW - Set up blind date - They are at a bar so drunk people and alcohol (Wine) will be included - Curse words - Pet names ("Cheek bones", "Sex pot", "Sexy", "Beautiful" , "Sweetheart ", "Babe" and "Baby Girl") - Kissing / Tongue kissing - Oral (Female receiving + fingering) - Backshots - Dirty talk - This imagine is damn near like an episode of a tubi Shonda Rhimes show…

- 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙮 🍓- WCW (1997)

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↳ ¹⁰ : ⁴⁴ ᵖᵐ | ANGELA

Angela was filled with mountains of anxiety as she slowly entered the lively Grails Yard bar and restaurant. The warm, loud glow of the lights, along with the loud music and crowded people added on to the nervous nausea that was already settled in her stomach.

It had been years since Angela had been on the dating scene, and while being single for so long didn't mean she was unattractive-It meant after a series of failed relationships and situationships with men who still acted like children, she had to spend some time alone and focus on herself - her career, own happiness and self-love.

But now Angela was thirty-nine, and she finally wanted to find that kind of love and happiness others feel. To crave someone that would spark some joy and excitement in her life.

So after months and months of coaxing from her friend Sherri Martel, Angela finally grew some balls and put some trust in her friend to go on this date with a man that was pacifically chosen for her by Sherri.

Usually, Angela didn't pay attention to Sherri's shenanigans because she tried this before. But there was something about this guy that Sherri kept pushing and pushing that made Angela change her mind.

Once Angela stepped deeper into the place, the sharp aroma of strong alcohol, grilled meats and fried appetizers filled her nostrils. And looking around at the casual scene, she couldn't help but feel a bit overdressed in her sleek, white Versace dress and black and white blazer.

She thought that the designer dress gave a nice first impression, hugging her curves and showcasing her body in all the right places.

Multiple people were crowded in the seats in the restaurant area enjoying themselves, drunk couples were also pressing against each other at the bar with provocative dancing and make-out sessions that were going on and on. Groups of random people danced around the place to the rap music playing in the bar's speakers, and to top it off, there was a huge group of men that crowded around the box television at the end of the bar. Watching the latest football game.

So, it looked like a great place.

Angela scanned over the crowded place, seeing no sign of the man Sherri told her to look for-

Very tall, Blonde long hair, and Deep blue eyes.

Kind of poor detail but she figured that Sherri didn't want to spoil too much about the man.

But after minutes of looking, Angela was about to give up hope until she noticed a humongous figure sitting at the bar under a small stool next to the crowded men that were watching the game.

And the man she was looking at, was the biggest man she had ever seen...Even sitting down.

His hair was long, golden and fell in soft waves over his broad shoulders matching the same color as what looked like a beard. And from afar his jawline looked sharp, like it was carved from stone.

The man was also wearing a fitted blue jean jacket over what looked like a simple black shirt, paired with relaxed-fitted blue jeans that accentuated his athletic build. His eyes looked bluer as she continued to squint and he seemed focused, mostly out of tune as if he was also searching for someone himself.

Angela slyly bit her lip, remembering what Sherri told her to look for again:

Very tall- check

Long blonde hair- check

Deep blue eyes- check

Was this the guy she was being set up with?

She didn't want to be wrong but, how could it not be? He checked everything she was supposed to be looking for.

Angela took a deep breath, soothing down her blazer down once, to gather enough courage for a successful approach or horrible humiliation.

In this kind of setting Angela would usually meet a friend so assertive and somewhat extroverted would seem like the way to go. But, in this type of situation what would she say? It felt different because she never approached man at a bar like this. It felt she was running into straight abomination.

While shakingly trying to navigate through the crowd, she passed through the restaurant area, offering polite "excuse me's" to the drunk people in her way.

But no matter how crowded it got, her eyes still remained focused on her target.

She moved closer, seeing the drunk people around the huge man babbling, trying to get some type of engagement with him. But he seemed to remain casual, ignoring them and speaking to the bartender in front of him.

Then suddenly, Angela saw his head perk up, as if he was sensing her presence approaching.

The world behind her started to fade, and time began to move in slow motion once when she saw a fresh pair of blue eyes, followed by a charming smile spread across the tall man's face.

It felt like a romance movie, just missing the fan to make his hair go wild.

Angela was finally close enough to approach him, her body growing stiff as she stopped a bit by his chair. "H-Hello, Kevin?" she managed, to let out.

The man smiled brighter, flipping his hair over his shoulder casually. "Angela, right?" His deep voice boomed, louder than hers and the bobbled noises around them.

He quickly turned around before Angela could respond, going into his wallet to place a freshly rolled twenty dollar-bill onto the bar island.

Her eyes were stuck wide open as he was now standing up tall from his stool. He looked way bigger up close, and he graciously towered over her five-foot- four frame without trying, like a tall beanstalk.

Others around watched the two with their own pair of widened eyes and slurred whispers falling from their lips.

"Yeah, I'm Kevin" he spoke again, extending his large hand for a shake.

His hand looked so large compared to hers, so rough. Clearly the biggest hand she's ever seen, now be able to feel.

Angela carefully placed her smaller hand in his, immediately feeling his grip go a little firm once they connected.

"Nice to finally meet you, Kevin." She replied, clearing her throat a bit to remain relaxed. "It looks like you come here often. People are staring and seem to know you."

Kevin chuckled, a low, gripping sound that sent a small shiver down her spine.

"Eh, they only know me from Tv." Kevin lightly shrugged. "And most of the time when I'm off the road I'm what you call a slight, home body. Partying and going out is more of an on the road type of deal for me." He continued, placing his jean jacket back over his body.

"But a few days ago, I suddenly got a call from Sherri, who I haven't seen or heard from since the Vince bullshit. We chatted n' she was tellin' me a little bit about ya' and from what I heard..." He continued, leaning forward with his head down a bit to analyze her more.

"It looks like I hit the jackpot. At times like this, I could use a bit of good liquor and great company."

Angela's heart was now beating wildly, echoing like the Grinch's heart when it finally grew three times its size. "U-Uh yeah, but I wouldn't really say I'm much of a-"

"How about we get away from these jabroni's and I take you to that restaurant over there so I can hear you more clearly?" Kevin suggested, as the echoing sound of the drunk men's cheers behind them became more aggressive by the minute.

Angela took a peek over, noticing them jumping and aggressively hugging each other with beers and glasses still in hand. She lightly chuckled, giving a small nod as she tilted her head up to meet his sky-blue eyes again. "Yeah, that'll be lovely."

With a quick, returning nod Angela felt his hand quickly swallow hers, followed by an immediate grip. She noticed how he quickly took the lead once they started to move and he made sure she stayed right behind him, adding a tiny bit of pressure every time they went through tiny spaces among the crowd.

Instead of saying regular polite "excuse me's" like Angela did so, Kevin told people to "move" or "back up" so the two could have a clear path. Even though people were making way for the large man anyways.

Making it to the restaurant area, it seemed to have more of an intimate feel, with "No Ordinary Love" by Sadè playing through the ceiling speakers. The tables were also decorated with clean white tablecloths, and fake flowers with fake candles in the middle to top it off.

"Any drinks you get, types of food, whatever, is on me tonight alright?" Kevin spoke as he led the two towards a table close to the back.

Angela raised an eyebrow, feeling his hand release from hers so he could pull her chair out. "Really?" she replied, trying to hide the flattery as she took a seat.

It was going to be a long night and looking at the drunk people around, Angela was sure that at least one drink would get her like them. But alcohol is expensive and once people get more and more drunk, they grow an appetite, which can also get more and more expensive.

It was their first time meeting, and she heard him point out that he was on television and on the road, so she didn't want to seem like one of those women or give him a different kind of vibe no matter what his career was. "You don't really have to, Kevin it's alright-"

"Trust me, Angela I want to." he cut in, placing himself in the seat across from her.

"I would never leave a hot shot like you to pay for yourself. Plus, it's our first date, that would be a dick ass move."

Angela couldn't help but chuckle and his wordplay, along with his looks was already making her feel butterflies. But she had to quickly shake it off because she had to remember that she couldn't look easy, and she didn't know anything about this man.

"Thank you, Kevin, that's really nice of you." She warmly thanked, placing her purse by her feet under the table.

It didn't take long for a waiter to come to them and once he approached, he seemingly had his hands full. One hand holding a bottle of 1996 cloudy Bay wine - a wine from New Zealand and in the other hand, two empty wine glasses.

Angela eyebrows furrowed, sending a side-eye towards Kevin's direction, who had a slight smirk on his face.

She didn't even have time to look at the menu. How could a drink already be here?

"I saw you when you came in." Kevin cut, snickering at her expression, "I remembered what to look for to find ya and when I did, you seemed a bit nervous so I asked the bartender guy what kind of drink he thought would be best to set the mood" he continued

"I hope you like Sauvignon Blac, he surprisingly picked one of my favorites."

Angela's expression shifted to one of genuine shock. It wasn't just about the excellent wine choice that surprised her but also the way this man seemed to have everything put together so far on the outside.

His observation of her nervousness, the drinks ordered before they even said hello to each other and his insistence on paying no matter what—it all seemed so gentleman-like, unlike years ago. Most men she delt with before were self-absorbed, often focusing on themselves and one thing.

"You still seem a bit nervous: It's okay if you are, Angela" he calmly spoke, his haze flickering towards the waiter, who was now expertly pouring their glasses.

Angela took a deep breath, feeling her shoulders relax slightly. "I am a tiny bit nervous, yes." She admitted, her voice softening a bit. "I'm sure Sher told you that it's been a minute since I've been on a date, so I was just a bit taken back when I came in."

Kevin's eyes softened, and he leaned in slightly, elbows relaxed onto the table as his expression was sincere. "Well, let me apologize if I'm doing too much or anything. It's been a minute since I've been on one of these damn things too, so I guess I got wrapped up in my own nerves trying to impress."

The admission brought a new rich warmth to Angela's cheeks. It was surprising to hear him admit that he hadn't been on a date in a while, especially given his Greek-Godlike features. But, knowing he was feeling the same way as her made her feel comfortable and the atmosphere between them feel more intimate.

"Really? I wouldn't have guessed." She replied, a comforting smirk plastering along her face. "You seem like you've done this a million times,"

Kevin chucked, shaking his head at her sudden topic change before smirking and reaching for his glass. "Eh, I've had my share of women in the past and dealt with shit, trust me beautiful. But tonight, and hopefully more nights, I'm only focused on you, and I want you to enjoy yourself with me."

↳ ¹ : ¹⁹ ᵃᵐ | ANGELA

The couple spent hours lost in delightful conversations, while drinking a bottle and a half of wine and indulging in the best Mozzarella sticks Angela had ever tasted. Time seemed to slip away as their tipsy discussions flowed effortlessly and Angela was truly enjoying herself.

She finally let herself loose, initiating numerous conversations, punctuated by bursts of laughter and bold questions that flew from her lips the more she sipped. Angela could feel a deeper connection forming with each story they shared about their backgrounds and, day to day lives.

She learned that Kevin was passionate about two things: wrestling and his two-year-old son. He spoke with true warmth in his voice when he mentioned his boy, sharing stories and a picture in his wallet.

But once she started to ask shallow questions about his divorce, the answers were pretty brief and stern. He explained a tiny bit about how he and his ex-wife had been high school sweethearts who simply drifted apart as years passed. And once she became pregnant, a divorce was already settled.

And that was all he explained.

She asked no further questions beyond that, appreciating that he was so open. The fact that he spoke about his ex-wife without bitterness and kept the answers short and sweet was actually nice and it showed how mature he was and that he still had respect, which she also found more attractive.

"Angela, you okay sweetheart?" She heard Kevin's voice ping, making her snap her attention back towards him. "Yeah, sorry I spaced out a bit." she quickly apologized, taking a sip of her fourth glass of wine.

Kevin let out his signature smooth, low chuckle before leaning back in his chair. "It's okay, I paid while you spaced out so we can head out. It's getting pretty late anyways," he calmly spoke, holding the folded receipt between his fingers.

Angela's eyes lit up as she eyed the folded paper. "Oh! Okay, how much-"

"Don't even ask babe, I told you I'd pay and that means you're knowin' what's on the bill either."

Angela rolled her eyes playfully, taking the final sip out of her glass. "Really? You won't even let me take a peek at how much it was?"

Kevin calmly shrugged, standing up from his chair, "Don't act shocked, I'm a man of my word. Besides, it's not like I can't afford how much is on this paper anyways."

"Fine but next time I'm paying, Kevin" She insisted, tilting her head.

"Next time?" Angela heard him echo with an eyebrow raised. "You already plannin' a second date with little ol me?"

"Little wouldn't be a way to describe you but yeah, maybe I am" Angela replied with a coy smile. "Tonight seemed to go pretty well on my end."

Kevin's expression shifted like a thunderbolt and his eyes widened like he was either full of impression or shock. "Oh, this date definitely passed pretty well." he spoke with a more intimate tone as he started to walk around the table towards her side. "I'm lookin' forward to many more nights like this."

"Me too, possibly." Angela quickly responded, getting up from her own seat.

They both quickly grabbed their things with Kevin even helping Angela get situated by holding her purse and helping place her blazer over her semi- masculine arms.

"So, Angela, how are you getting home?" Kevin asked, as the two started making their way to the exit side by side.

"Thank you" she smiled, noticing that he pushed the exit door open for her, the Florida wind fanning her face. "And I'm taking a cab back to my apartment, I gave you the napkin that my number on's-"

"I have the napkin cheekbones, I'm just saying I can take you home." he teased taking his keys out of his jacket pocket. "My truck is right over there, and I want you to get home safe. Some cab at this hour doesn't seem right to me."

Angela felt her face burn at the tempting offer. "Are you sure, I don't wanna make you stay out any longer."

"It's fine I wouldn't mind being out with you for a little longer, especially after all this." he replied smoothly, his confidence shining through.

Angela hesitated for a moment weighing her options. Back in the day, she wouldn't dare tell a man her address on the first date, let alone get in the same car with them. But again, it was one a.m., almost Two. Finding a phone at this kind of time seemed like so much work and knowing how people could become with alcohol on the streets of Miami, Kevin was right. It didn't seem like the right move.

"Well...If you insist, I don't mind."

↳ ¹ : ⁴⁵ ᵃᵐ | ANGELA

When they arrived at Angela's apartment building, the mood was completely charged. The short car ride had been filled with more wrestling stories from Kevin, tales of his days in Detroit, and travels with his friend group "The Kliq". But it was the endless teasing flying back and forth between them that made her feel a lightness in her heart that she hadn't experienced in ages.

But once they parked, Angela realized she wasn't going to win any argument about him following her inside. Even if her apartment was on the second floor, there was no point in mentioning it.

"You really didn't have to come all the way up here." She said, trying to maintain a hint of casualness as they reached her apartment door.

Kevin shook his head and ran his fingers through his long hair, which glimmered under the soft glow of the hallway lights. "I just wanted to make sure you got in safe and whatnot," he replied, a smile playing on his lips that made her heart flutter.

"I had a great time with you though, Angel. I haven't had this much fun in years-even when I was married, honest." he continued, his tone shifting to something more serious.

"You're truly one of a kind and thank you for even saying yes to Sherri's lil' arrangement."

Angela hesitated for a moment, her hand resting on the door handle as Kevin's words settled into her chest. She could feel the weight of them, more profound than any teasing or lighthearted joke they shared during the entire night.

"And thank you," She said softly, her voice almost a whisper. "I had a really great time too. It was...different, in a great way though."

Kevin's eyes remained steady on her for a moment after she spoke, as if he was searching for something beyond her gaze until took a step closer without warning. "And somehow..." he said softly, his voice low and tender, "You've just became ten times sexier than before."

The unexpected compliment sent a buzz to Angela's tipsy brain. "Really? You sure that's not the wine talkin'?" she teased, trying to mask her growing fluster.

"Not a chance," he replied, his gaze still steady and unwavering as his hand tenderly moved to cup her cheek. "You have no idea how happy I am that I met you tonight, Angela. I truly mean it."

Before she could gather her thoughts and find the words to express how she felt about seeing him again, Kevin leaned in slowly and deliberately pressing a soft kiss on her left cheek. It lingered longer than expected, as if he was savoring the moment himself.

"I should probably get goin' though," he said against her skin, his voice soft but clear once he took a step back. "Goodnight, Angela."

And just like that he turned and walked away down the hall. Meanwhile, Angela stayed frozen in place unable to move. The click of her apartment door even opened behind her, but she couldn't bring herself to step back.

Her mind was now forming into a whirlwind of emotions and desires that she couldn't quite make sense of.

She truly didn't know if it was just the alcohol getting into her own head but that kiss...Along with the warmth of his touch still lingering on her cheek and the memory of his intense blue eyes burned in her mind. And she couldn't help but to feel a wave of longing wash over her as she realized that he was officially gone, and the thought of this actually being it for the night made her crave him more.

With a new sense of boldness, Angela quickly propped her door open, her fingers trembling slightly as she did and not thinking with her clear mind. She moved forward, her feet carrying her down the hall as she speedwalked.

Every step she took away from her apartment, her mind was yelling at her, telling her to stop. The complete opposite of what her body was screaming.

Just to her luck, Angela spotted Kevin as he was standing by the elevator because the stairs were closed off. He was waiting, his huge figure turned away from her while looking down at what looked like a piece of paper, lost in thought.

He was looking at her number.

Angela took a deep breath, her heart pounding against her ribs, as her voice called out, echoing like a loud whine in the hallway. "Kevin!"

Kevin turned his head, a look of surprise and concern etched on his handsome features. "Angela? Is everything alright?"

Her quickened steps faltered, and she felt a small gulp of embarrassment as saw him start to move forward, trying to meet her halfway. Angela knew that letting him walk away would personally be one of the biggest mistakes she would ever make tonight, so it was now or never.

"W-Well, I was just thinking." She said, taking a quick glance back toward her apartment door. "Would you like to stay for a little minute? Maybe come in?"

Kevin followed her gaze, his eyes darkening back to that shade of Sapphire Blue from earlier and there was something in the smirk that was now plastered on his face that Angela couldn't quite put her finger on. "So, you want some more alone time with me?" Kevin asked, his voice deeply spoken as he took a step closer. "Hm?"

Angela's cheeks flushed hot with both arousal and embarrassment at his suggestive tone. She nervously giggled before finally blurting out what she shouldn't be scared of saying. "Yes," she said breathlessly. "I do."

Her heart pounded even harder as Kevin's smirk grew wider, his voice dropping low and seductive. "I'd thought you'd never ask. Lead the way, hot stuff."

Angela led Kevin back to her apartment, feeling like she was floating on a cloud. She couldn't believe what was happening; just a few years ago she was telling herself, she was never "seeing a man" ever again. And now, she was letting a huge, gorgeous man follow her into her apartment.

It was all feeling like a dream.

Once he followed her inside, he had to bend down a bit as the door closed behind them. Angela turned to Kevin, her heart racing with excitement and nerves.

"So," she said, trying to sound casual as she placed her blazer on the coat rack, showcasing her gorgeous arms to him again. "Can I get you anything? A drink maybe?"

Angela could hear Kevin's steps follow her as she moved towards the kitchen island, looking down at her. "Nah, we already had enough wine back at the bar," He replied huskily, turning her body around in a simple twirl. "But there is something else I want."

Angela's breath got caught in her throat as she felt his hand reach out to gently brush an ingrown hair from her pixie cut, behind her ear. His touch was igniting a fuel in her core, and she couldn't deny that she loved the switch that was going off in him now.

"What's that?" She asked softly, unable to look away from his piercing haze.

"You," He answered simply before leaning down and capturing her lips on a searing kiss.

Angela let out a soft moan as their lips finally moved together, their bodies pressed close against each other as she rose to her tippy toes a bit.

His hands wandered down her back, pulling her even closer to him as their tongues danced together.

She had never felt this kind of passion before; it was like fireworks going off inside her body. She ran her hands through his thick, Disney prince-like hair as their kiss deepened even further.

Then suddenly she gasped as she felt Kevin lifted her up with one arm and easily place her on the cool kitchen island, their kiss never breaking. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he stood between her legs.

Their lips parted and Angela started to trail her soft, open mouth kisses down Kevin's strong jawline and beard. Seeing her burgundy lipstick print smeared across his lips and mustache did something to her and she couldn't wait to leave them everywhere else.

She nipped and sucked at his pale sensitive skin, causing him to let out a low groan of pleasure.

Her eyes were half-closed with desire as Kevin's hands traveled up her body, making her skin tingle with anticipation. She could feel his hands lift her dress above her waist as if he was asking for permission.

"Go ahead, take it off." She slowly spoke, removing the straps off of her shoulders.

Kevin didn't need to be told twice. He lifted her dress up and tossed somewhere in the living room, on the floor. His eyes were staring like a Conover hunting its prey, at the sight of her in nothing but a black lacy bra and matching panties.

He leaned down and captured her lips again, his hands going back to roaming over every inch of her beautiful brown skin.

Angela felt a rush of heat between her legs as his hands traveled down to cup her ass, gripping and jiggling it with his hands while their tongues danced together once more. She couldn't believe that this was happening; She was finally getting something that she hated to admit years ago, she missed.

She pulled away from the kiss for air and looked into Kevin's eyes. Even with her sitting on the kitchen island he was still so much taller than her. "I need you, Kevin" she whispered huskily, her fingers making their way to his beard. "Please.."

But Kevin's expression shifted slightly, a mix of lust and concern fitting across his features. "But I-I don't have a condom," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of frustration.

"I have one in my nightstand somewhere," Angela quickly assured, from the rush of adrenaline coursing through her. The thought of losing this moment and letting him walk away again, if he didn't want to do this anymore-pushed her heart rate faster.

Kevin's grip on Angela's thighs tightened as he let out an approving cheek kiss in response. He lifted her off the island with force, his eyes blazing with an intense desire. "Where's your room?" his voice low and commanding, making Angela's eyes widen as she started to see his true intensity.

"Down the hall to the left.."

She felt so light in his arms as he carried her to her bedroom, and their lips only parted for a second to gently place her on the bed. His eye contact was lethal despite the size difference as she laid on her back, tenderly watching him slowly strip off his outside clothes.

The sight of his hairy chest and beautifully toned abs itself made her moan and the pool in her underwear fully form.

He crawled onto the bed with her, his lips immediately trailing wet kisses down her neck and chest, making his way to her breasts. He quickly pulled her bra up with no warning, taking one nipple into his mouth while teasing the other with his large fingers.

"Such a beautiful, fucking woman." he groaned making Angela's back arch in pleasure as his lips began to travel down her stomach, leaving a trail tongue lick over her own abs.

She watched closely as he reached her lingerie and slowly slid them off, his eyes sparkling at the drooling sight.

She watched him closely as if he couldn't help it. Kevin's tongue instantly trailed along her soaking spot, wasting no time. His eyes were completely shut as he did so, swirling and sucking on her clit like it was the best thing he had ever tasted.

His actions and moans against her sent jolts throughout her body and she tangled her fingers in his hair to remotely pull him closer as her words started to grow louder. Meanwhile Kevin kept his hands locked onto her hips so she couldn't squirm.

But soon, her walls clenched as the feeling his large middle finger make its way in her tight, wet hole.

Arousal was already peaking with every suck, lick and spit he made on her core, and now his finger was adding onto the pleasure.

Kevin's eyes remained locked onto hers as he pulled his mouth away from her clit, keeping his finger in tack. And with spit trailing down his beard, he used his free hand to pull his boxers down, revealing his thick, hard erection.

"You sure ya' ready?" he growled adding his ring finger into her, coating his fingers.

Angela moaned loudly, resting herself on her elbows to get a better view. "Yeah, why wouldn't-Ah!" she yelped as she was suddenly now being flipped over on her stomach, feeling empty as his hands were now pulled away. "Kevin!"

She heard the sounds of paper ripping behind her, making her look back to the sight of him opening the condom that was in her nightstand.

Angela didn't even know she really had one in there.

"What?" Kevin continued as he gently placed the condom over his hard shaft. "I'm surprised; you have my size."

Angela felt his rough hands start to travel down her back, making sure she was arched up just right and open for his tall body. "Nothing's wrong," She mumbled in the the blanket. "You could jus' give me a head up sometimes, that's all." she scoffed, feeling her legs being spread apart, a signal that he was ready to position himself.

His manhood trialed up and down her wet slit, coating it with her pooling wetness. "Well can you blame me? You told me you're ready n' you need me, right?" He teased with a dry chuckle behind her, leaning down to her ear. "I mean, it looks like you do. You're already making a mess, and I haven't even got started yet."

Angela's breath hitched as Kevin's words made her back arch. She couldn't deny that her core was aching for his contact ever since she brought him back and like before it was now or never, and she was sure he was feeling the same way also.

"Of course, I said I-FUCK!" her words were instantly cut off by Kevin slowly pushing into her.

He began to move once he was halfway inside of her and Angela couldn't help but moan loudly into her blankets as every inch of him was slowly filling her tightness as his movements were slow and steady.

"You're just so wet, I didn't wanna waste any more time." he cursed, sending a rough strike to her ass as he began to pick up the pace a bit. "So beautiful, just like this..."

Angela's moans grew out of control as he gripped onto her hips with bruising force, causing her arch to loosen up with each savage thrust. "Fuck me harder... please!" she cried out, fingers clawing at the bed.

Her body language was of control like her body was sensitive to every single touch he made onto her body.

They were so lost in a frenzy of euphoria, Kevin started slowly pounding into her with reckless abandon. Every thrust brought more cream and dripping wetness to coat his throbbing shaft.

"You're so fucking tight. Making a mess all over a man you just met." he groaned, his voice deep and primal in her right ear,

  She could feel him already reaching his peak and begged for more, pushing herself back onto him with desperation. "You feel s-so good inside of me, Mmh!" She shouted, grabbing onto a pillow nearby to place under her face.

She began to push herself back onto him, wanting to feel all of him inside of her. Her loud noises weren't even moans anymore, they were more like loud war cries now and she was sure that her neighbors could probably hear the two of them, themselves. "You're too big, I-!" Angela whined out.

The adrenaline was coursing through Angela's body, her walls clenching tightly around him as she reached down to rub frantically at her sensitive nub. She could feel herself already getting closer, feeling her legs tremble as Kevin's grip on her hips tightened even more.

He reached forward, using his dominant left hand to cover her neck as he began to thrust into her with slow, passionate force. "That's it, baby girl," he encouraged, his deep voice making her body jolt once again. "Let go for me. You needed this, you deserve this, Angela."

Angela couldn't hold back any longer, she felt like her body was engulfing in flames as she screamed out Kevin's name. The waves of intensity finally washed over her as her fingers dug into the pillow, riding her long-awaited high.

She could sense Kevin's own release was building inside as he twitched a bit in her cream filled walls. His thrusts became sloppier and more desperate as the two continued their loud noises. Gripping her whole neck tightly before, finally spilling himself inside of the condom with a loud moan of his own.

He gently collapsed on top of her, both of them in a sweaty heap. Their breathing was heavy and ragged and despite Angela feeling the body heat and soreness forming under his big body, she couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh.

She was truly happy that she listened to Sherri for once.

Kevin leaned down to place gentle kisses along the nape of her neck before pulling out of her and rolling onto his back beside her. They laid there in the same position for a few minutes, both trying to catch their breaths. "You okay, sweetheart?"

Angela finally turned to face Kevin, "Yeah," she replied, a soft smile. "Just thinkin' about how I'm gonna tell Sherri about all of this tomorrow..."

ྀི• Theres something about Kevin Nash that just...lord-

ྀི• This imagine was 18 pages in my notebook and computer

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི • All, if not most of the Imagines will have exclusive content like this one, so please remeber that these all are gonna be 18+

ྀིྀིྀིྀིྀི • Please remember that these imagines are just for FUN and I'm a writer that just loves to write...

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ྀི • The part in her apartment...yeah let me not say too much, Matt Hardy is next!

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Can i request a angsty Shawn Michaels fic with a happy ending using a prompt " After everything we've been through, you still don't think i love you?" and " When i'm with you i'm happy, so don't leave me please"

Don't leave me || Shawn Michaels x Reader

Summary: You and Shawn have been through a lot in your relationship. Initially, it took you a long time to trust him. Now, old demons are creeping into your head and you start to doubt again.

The wrestling world had seen its fair share of drama, rivalries, and unforgettable moments. But in your personal life, the journey with Shawn had been just as tumultuous, filled with ups and downs that had tested the very fabric of your relationship.

At the heart of it all lay a profound trust issue. It had taken you a long time to let your guard down and believe that Shawn genuinely loved you, not just for the superficial reasons that often dominated the wrestling scene. You had your moments of doubt, lingering scars from past relationships and experiences that made it difficult to fully accept the love that Shawn so openly offered.

Recently, those old demons had been resurfacing, threatening to consume your thoughts. You couldn't help but distance yourself from Shawn, the fear of rejection creeping back into your mind. You had been retreating into solitude, seeking solace in your own space as you battled these relentless insecurities.

It was Chyna who finally sensed that something was amiss. She had been a close friend and confidante to both of you for years, and she knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. When she found out what was happening, she didn't waste a moment. She tracked down Shawn and let him know that he needed to find you.

Shawn, his brow furrowed with concern, followed Chyna's directions to find you huddled away in her locker room. Your eyes were red-rimmed from crying, and you looked up in surprise as he entered, your heart aching at the sight of him.

"After everything we've been through, you still don't think I love you?" Shawn's voice was filled with a mixture of sadness and frustration as he approached you, his gaze never leaving yours.

Your resolve crumbled as you met his eyes. Tears welled up, and you choked back a sob. You had never wanted to hurt him like this, but the fear had taken hold of you once again. You broke down into tears, your apologies tumbling out in a rush as you struggled to find the right words.

Shawn didn't hesitate. He reached out, gathering you into his strong arms, and held you close. His warmth and the familiar scent of his cologne enveloped you, offering comfort and solace like no other. As he hugged you, he whispered those three words you had longed to hear from him: "I love you, I love you, I love you."

When you finally calmed down enough to speak, you knew it was time to bare your soul. The words you had been keeping inside, buried beneath layers of doubt and insecurity, tumbled from your lips. "When I'm with you, I'm happy," you admitted, your voice trembling. "So please, don't leave me. I need you, Shawn. I love you too."

Shawn held you tighter, as if he could physically shield you from all your fears. "I'm not going anywhere," he assured you, his words filled with unwavering sincerity. "We'll work through this together. I love you, and I'm here to stay."

In that moment, as you clung to each other, you knew that your love had weathered yet another storm. And together, you were stronger than any doubts or fears that might try to tear you apart.

[take-taker-taken]

Can you do shawn micheals x (f) plus size reader with fluff it can also have smut I've just been insecure lately and feel like my boobs and thighs are the only thing I like about myself

Thank you, lovely Anon for your patience! I’m anxious that you’ve given up on waiting, but hopefully not and you will actually see this. 😊 I’m sorry if it ended up too smut-heavy ~ hope it’s OK!

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You adjust the ruched material around your waist and then turn to look for your make up bag, half wishing that you’d never agreed to go to this thing. Big events make you jumpy and you’re not always the most self-confident of people. That’s why you’re having this little outfit trial in advance, while you’ve got some time to yourself.

A low whistle drifts into the room from the doorway and you spin around, squeaking in shock. Shawn is leaning against the doorframe, hands in the pockets of his jeans and a sultry smile on his face. His hair is tied back but some strands hang loose around his face and his black t-shirt is stretched tight across his chest and biceps.

“You look good enough to eat, babe. What’s the occasion?”

You blush, the way you always do when he gives you any kind of compliment. “Just - just testing out an outfit for that thing at the weekend.”

He pushes off the doorframe and wanders over, taking his hands from his pockets and settling his arms around your waist. “Ohh, I see. Well… there’s only one problem that we might have...” His hands slide down over your generous hips and he lowers his head to nuzzle into your cleavage before standing back up and flashing you a wicked grin. “I’m gonna struggle to keep my hands off all of this the whole time.”

You blush again and look down but can’t help feeling relieved that he likes what you’ve chosen. As a plus sized woman it can sometimes be difficult to look around at all the people that Shawn rubs shoulders with daily without wondering why he chose you. That said, Shawn is all too aware of the insecurities that can creep in and so he always takes time to reassure you. You put your hands on to his shoulders and look up as he raises his head again.

“I’m glad you like it,” you say with a smile, going on to tip toes by way of asking for a kiss. He leans down to meet you and teases your lips with soft little butterfly kisses until you whimper in frustration and he relents and kisses you properly. One of his hands glides down and kneads at your ass as his tongue pushes into your mouth, brushing against your own and you clutch at his strong arms as he finally backs off, leaving you breathless.

“So… you’ve practiced getting dressed up,” He says, stroking up and down your back. “Can we practice taking it off now, too?”

You give him a playful smile. “Be easier if you took it off for me.”

He kisses you again and his hands sweep upwards, stroking around the back of your neck and making you shiver. His fingers trail along the edge of the material and then he carefully eases the dress down over one shoulder, dipping his head to kiss the skin that’s revealed. He repeats the action on the other side and you feel warmth growing between your legs as he spends a minute or two caressing your neck and shoulders with his mouth. He slides the dress further down and lets out a breathy sigh as the full glory of your breasts, cradled in a lacy plunge bra, comes into view. His fingers brush across the exposed skin at the top before he cups them in his hands and squeezes gently as he unconsciously licks his lips.

He guides the dress down further, revealing your soft stomach and then your breath catches in your throat as he drops to his knees and kisses his way from one side to the other.

“This is more fun than putting it on,” you comment, your heart skipping a beat when he looks up at you from the floor with a smile. Not his ‘Showstopper’ grin - this is a genuine smile that reaches his eyes. You can’t help yourself then and reach down to remove the tie from his hair, causing the blonde locks to cascade across his shoulders. He gives you a wink in response and then returns his attention to the dress, carefully working the fabric over your hips and then down your thick thighs. You step out of the pooled material and still on his knees he picks it up before tossing it carefully on to the chair several feet away and then his attention is right back on you.

“Ohh, it matches,” he purrs as he hooks his thumbs into either side of the lacy thong which is indeed a matching set with your bra. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, leaning close to rub his cheek against the outside of your thigh and you melt all over again at the sight of such a gorgeous man on his knees, effectively worshipping you.

He stands up again and takes you in his arms, giving your semi-naked body a squeeze and then his hands are everywhere - stroking and kneading like a man starved of touch. Your fingers rub up and down his back and then you pull his shirt out from his jeans so that you can reach underneath it and touch him properly, feeling the play of muscles under his skin. He covers you with kisses, unfastening your bra as he guides you back towards the bed, holding you tight when the backs of your knees hit the edge and you gasp quietly in surprise. He urges you down onto the mattress and then leans forward, slipping his fingers under the waistband of your panties and you wriggle side to side to aid him in taking them off.

He stands for a few moments, eyes roving hungrily over your magnificent nakedness. Your gaze back at him is heated as you lay there running your hands over your body, knowing how hot it gets him to see that; knowing how hot you are. He suddenly disappears from view and the next thing you feel is the very tip of his tongue dancing a stripe up your slit and you shout in pleasure and grasp at the bedsheets. He hums contentedly and does it again, teasing your outer labia apart with his mouth and then swirling his tongue up and over your clit. He returns to your opening and licks slowly all around, collecting your essence on his tongue while you tense, toes curling in gratification.

“You always taste so good, darlin’.” His deep voice is a delicious rumble against your flesh and you roll your hips in encouragement, though none is needed.

“Feels…ohh, there! Right there - don’t stop…” Whatever else you were going to say is chased from your head by a rush of pleasure as he insistently circles your clit with his quicksilver tongue while dipping a finger inside of you, pumping it gently in and out. Your hand comes down, burying into his thick, lush hair as you climb towards the peak. Shawn doesn’t stop until you’re crying out your orgasm, your grip on his hair probably painful but you’re unable to let go as the waves of pleasure make every inch of you feel on fire.

He slows his attentions as you ride out your climax and as you lay there, a red blush across your chest and your breath beginning to slow he drops a final kiss to the inside of your thigh and then crawls up on to the bed to lay next to you. His hair is deliciously mussed up and a gentle blush of his own is visible across his cheekbones. Propping himself up on one arm he smiles down at you before leaning forward to smooch your lips softly.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” you comment between kisses. “I think you should do something about that.”

He grins and sits up. “Whatever the lady wants,” he says and pulls his shirt over his head before tossing it to one side. “How’s that?”

You roll to one side and stare pointedly at the waistband of his jeans. “Getting there…”

END.

[salemshotspot]

THE VOICES THE FUCKING VOICES [I need more dx x reader]

[greengoblinswifey]

I want to cockwarm Shawn Michaels in his office and deepthroat him

a/n— oh baby, me too, but while people are in the room🥳

Shawn's lips pressed against yours, slow and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world but he didn’t. In just a few minutes, he’d be having a meeting. You moaned into the kiss, your hands wrapping around his neck as your tongue massaged his.

“Mm—isn’t your meeting soon?” you asked, between kisses.

“Don’t worry about that sweetheart, just sit on my dick and look pretty,” his gruff voice retorted.

Your eyes widened. He quickly unbuckled his belt, easing his hard cock from his boxers making your breath hitch. His hands skimmed down your back, settling at your hips before lifting you with ease, guiding you onto him.

“You comfortable, sweetheart?” he murmured against your lips, his voice filled with amusement.

You barely had time to respond before there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Shawn called, completely unfazed, while you tensed on his cock. He leaned back in his chair, one arm draped lazily around your waist as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

A few NXT talents stepped in, greeting Shawn with respect, eyes flickering curiously to you. You kept your expression composed, but underneath the table, your fingers dug into his arm as you shifted slightly, the hardness of him impossible to ignore. You could feel every inch, every vein, you felt so full and it took everything out of you not to jump off him.

Shawn, the professional he was, didn’t falter. His free hand casually rubbed slow, absentminded circles against your clothed clit, an infuriating smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he continued speaking.

“You okay, sweetie?” he whispered under his breath, low enough that only you could hear.

You swallowed hard, keeping your voice steady. “Mhm. J-just fine.”

He chuckled softly, the sound almost smug. “Good girl. Sit tight on that dick, won’t be long.”

And so, you did—trying your best to keep still, even as he made it impossible.

Shawn sat back in his chair, his grip firm on your waist as the meeting carried on like all was well. But beneath the table, where no one else could see, his hips bucked up, thrusting harshly into your pussy. The movement sent a jolt through you, your fingers tightening on his arm as you forced yourself to stay composed.

“You’re shaking, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low. “Be a good girl and be still. Wouldn’t want everyone to know how much of a slut you are, would we?”

Heat crawled up your spine, your breath catching as his hand smoothed over your hip, grounding and tormenting you at the same time. You bit your lip, forcing down the whimper threatening to escape, eyes fixed on the conversation in front of you while your body betrayed you completely.

Minutes stretched on like hours, each slight movement of his hips sending another wave of frustration and pleasure through you. You knew he was enjoying this—knew it from the way his fingers flexed against your waist, from the low chuckle he let slip when you squirmed a little too much.

Finally, Shawn clapped his hands together, signaling the end of the meeting. The NXT talent murmured their thanks, filing out one by one until the door clicked shut behind them.

As soon as you were alone, Shawn turned you in his lap, his hands framing your face as he pulled you into a teasing kiss.

“See how easy that was?” he murmured against your lips.

You exhaled shakily, narrowing your eyes at him. “Easy for you.”

His grin widened, fingers brushing along your jaw as he leaned in again. “Oh yeah? Well, I’m not done with you yet.”

He put you on your knees with ease and leaned back in his chair, his fingers tilting your chin up as he looked down at you with a smirk. His thumb traced along your jaw before he tapped it lightly.

“Open up, sweetheart,” he murmured, his cock hard, covered in your juices and right at your mouth.

You obeyed without hesitation, taking him into your throat as his eyes darkened. His fingers ran through your braids as he murmured quiet praises.

“That’s my good girl,” he hummed. “Suck that cock.”

The knock at the door made you freeze, your breath catching as you instinctively moved to rise, but Shawn’s grip tightened just slightly. His voice remained calm, steady, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

“I didn’t tell you to get up,” he muttered. “Keep sucking.”

Your eyes widened, but before you could take his cock out of your mouth and protest, he called out, “Come in.”

The door swung open, and you pushed yourself to take him deeper, every nerve in your body buzzing. The person greeted Shawn, then hesitated.

“Where’s Y/N? Thought she was here.”

Shawn didn’t even flinch. “Oh, she left a little while ago.”

A pause. “Huh. Didn’t see her leave.”

Shawn merely shrugged, smoothly steering the conversation elsewhere as he spoke like nothing was unusual. But you could feel the tension in his cock, the way it twitched, the way his fingers flexed slightly, as if testing his own restraint. You stayed quiet, bobbing your head slowly as you listened to the conversation above you, knowing exactly what you were getting away with.

After what felt like an eternity, the door finally shut again, signaling that you were alone. Shawn let out a slow breath, his head tilting down to meet your gaze.

“That,” he murmured, “was perfect. You were perfect.”

A shiver ran down your spine at the praise. It willed you on and you took him even deeper, the sound of gagging filling the room. You worked him over as he moaned, lips then your tongue trailing along his shaft and your hands massaging his balls.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart. You want my cum so bad, don’t you?” he groaned.

You hummed around him, deep throating his cock with your watery gaze locked on his.

“Swallow my cum then. Swallow every drop, baby.”

With a deep, ragged moan that went straight to your pussy, Shawn’s warm cum shot down your throat. You guided him through his orgasm, sucking as you swallowed every drop. You didn’t stop until you felt him soften in your mouth, then you took him out with a pop, a trail of spit connecting you to him.

He leaned down slightly, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips and tasting the remnants of his cum. His smirk was evident even as he whispered against your mouth—

“Such a good girl for me.”

[rainchyna]

𓆩♡𓆪 episode ten: Cherry Coke.

“what flowers?” Hunter asked, you both share a confused expression. funny enough, he looked more confused than you did. “y’know, those in my locker room… with the note and all that” you explain.

Hunter just stood there.

he was confused because he didn’t recall buying you flowers, and then he began getting a little upset because… wow. someone beat him to buying you flowers. well damn.

“‘wanna see those” he mumbled as you two began walking to your locker room. you couldn’t see it because you were focusing on trying to find out who got you the flowers, but Hunter? oh he was pissed.

some really got you flowers.

someone bought you, his girl who isn’t his girl flowers. he thought that the locker room would know by now, those dating rumours were going around for a fucking reason. these people should know that you were at least talking.

oh, he was livid.

the sight of the large flower bouquets didn’t make him feel any better, he noticed the smaller bouquets too.

“who the hell got these?” he asked, you look up at him, a frown had settled on his face. then you look down at his hands, they were clenched in tight fists and a lot of his veins were visible.

“I-… I don’t know” you began, “I thought it was you that’s why I asked”.

Hunter hums, “okay” he firmly says.

now you were just worried, you knew this look, you knew Hunter. he was about to fuck something up.

“where’s the note?” he asked, you immediately give it him and watch as he carefully reads it.

“backstage admirer?” he read out loud, “fucking hell” he laughed.

this is not good.

“do you know someone who would’ve gotten you flowers?” he asks.

now, if you were being honest, Steve and Owen would always tell you about how the boys backstage would always talk about how much they found you attractive and how they’d kill to be in Hunter’s place.

“I know… some” you say, Hunter looks at you, “Shawn said he knows who it is” you add. Hunter raises an eyebrow, “oh?”

you can almost see the cogwheels in his brain twist and turn, “alright then”.

this really, isn’t good.

2:44 pm, Lita’s locker room.

it was really hot outside. the only thing that was keeping you cool was the cold can of cherry coke that you were sipping on.

“are you actually okay?” Lita asked, you groan loudly. “bro, Hunter is pissed.”

Lita’s eyes widened as she side eyed you, “the flowers?” she asked, “the flowers” you nod. Lita loudly hums, “well shit” she mutters.

“I don’t want him doing stupid shit, that’s why I’m worried” you say. “I mean..” Lita trails off as she opens a can of red bull, “I don’t see him doing stupid shit, he’ll probably pull something… tactical, y’know”

she was right. Shawn’s backstage politicking habits have rubbed on Hunter heavily, he might convince Vince to derail someone’s push or even get them fired. you still couldn’t help but worry about him, or the person he’ll be taking his anger out on.

“Shawn has to be bluffing” Chyna says, she was laid out on the couch in front of you. “you know Shawn, he may know something, but probably just enough to make a joke out of it” she explained.

you hum, there has to be a way for you to get something out of Shawn. he has to be lying, there’s no way he’d do something that he knows will piss his friend off, something that’ll hurt him even! there’s a lie somewhere here…

“god” you groan.

“oh, by the way, I overheard Shawn and Sunny arguing the other day. Sunny kept mentioning your name” Lita said.

you and Chyna sit up and face each other before looking at Lita. “how are you gonna casually bring that up?” Chyna asked. Lita shrugs, “I just forgot to tell you. anyways, Sunny was complaining about how Shawn gives Y/n all of his attention, and how he doesn’t care about her anymore”

it wasn’t like you and Shawn were together all the time, you’ve been cool for the past past two weeks, apart from today that is.

“literally what?” you ask.

“yeah, and she said that he’ll have to pick between you and her” Lita adds.

lord god, this is ghetto. it wasn’t like she didn’t know that you and Shawn were barely even friends, Sunny also kept trying to start up shit with you for no reason. you had better things to do rather than fight someone for a man, a man that you didn’t want. yikes.

“ugh.” Chyna gags, “tell me about it” you snicker. Lita laughed, “I don’t know man, something about knowing that you literally have her gagged is so funny. you should rub it in her face for fun”

you frown, you didn’t like Shawn enough to even consider being that nice to him in front of someone, let alone Sunny. so, the idea of being extra nice to him to piss Sunny off was.. eh, well it was something. hm, maybe you do need to be nice to him.

“I’ll think about it.. later”

you had more than enough occupying your mind right now.

7:45 pm, cafeteria.

Hunter moved his can of cherry coke in circles. he was sitting at a table across from Shawn who was having the same beverage.

Hunter’s stare could burn holes through the tin can, he was genuinely livid. “you alright?” Shawn asked as he noticed that his friend had began squeezing the top of the can. “yep” Hunter sternly said, the can had little indents in it now.

the cafeteria was quite, but it was all too noisy for Hunter. he could hear the staff walking around setting up the arena for the show later, he was able to recognise Steve and Bret’s voices having a conversation down the hall.

he could hear Sunny’s annoying laugh too, the cafeteria itself was quite, but everything else - including Hunter’s mind - wasn’t.

he suddenly remembered what you said.

“Shawn said he knows who it is.”

does he?

“hey, uhm” Hunter began, he stopped for a second and contemplated whether he wanted to do this or not. Shawn was his friend after all.

“do you know what’s with the flowers in Y/n’s locker room?”

Shawn was playing around with his watch, he barely even heard Hunter at first before he looked at him. “nah, no idea”

“oh, swear?” Hunter’s jaw clenched as Shawn hummed, “because I asked Y/n, and she said that you told her that you knew who it was” Hunter added.

Shawn was still as nonchalant as ever, “‘was just teasin’ her” he smiled.

Hunter leaned back in his seat as he took a sip from his drink. one of you wasn’t telling the truth, and Hunter wasn’t about to question his angel. either Shawn’s lying, or there’s a part of the story that he doesn’t know.

he’d like to believe the latter.

Shawn knew where this conversation was going, he was just teasing you! like he always does! Shawn could basically smell the jealousy and anger that reeked from Hunter.

it was silent for a couple minutes, the tension between the two men just kept building up, waiting to be cut by something. even the air would rather be anywhere but here right now.

“honestly?” Hunter asked

“why would I lie to you?” Shawn finally looked at him.

9:35 pm, Raw <Live>

the crowd’s continuous boos were drowning The Undertaker, they didn’t care about what he wanted to say, they didn’t even want him out here. as much as everyone enjoyed the storyline you had going on, they were beginning to get a bit bored of the repetitiveness. they needed something exciting!

chants of “SAVE US Y/N!” began, and once those started no one was going to be able to stop them. there’s been a lot of iconic moments in your career, and the birth of the “Save us Y/n” is definitely up there. it’s both a blessing and curse, a blessing because it can spice up a segment when necessary. only when necessary.

it was also a curse because when it wasn’t necessary, the fans would begin the chant to distract themselves from whatever bullshit was going on in the ring. it had ruined so many segments that wouldn’t been good and messed with wrestlers who were green on the mic.

now, it was just pissing The Undertaker off.

“Y/N IS NOT SAVING YOU FROM SHIT!” he yelled into the microphone.

your music immediately hit and the fans went feral.

the chants went on for a bit as you and The Undertaker stood in the ring facing each other. “I have an offer to make” you began, and the crowd calmed down. “but before I make it, let me introduce my beloved guests”

Bret and Owen came out to Excellence of Execution and the crowd began chanting for the Hart Foundation. Bret was noticeably limping as he walked down the ramp as his ankle was injured.

you look up at The Undertaker as the brothers stand behind you. “Summer Slam is next week, and I think it’s about time we cut this shit and end it” you speak into the microphone. “so how about, Summer Slam, the main event, us three against your choosing from your team in a triple tag team match” you say and the crowd cheers, Taker looks away.

“you told me to prove myself, this is the only way I can face you, officially of course”.

The deadman looks into the crowd longingly, he doesn’t answer for a while, trying to decide whether or not he wants to this.

“hello?” Owen asks, “why should I take up your offer?” Taker asks, you frown at him. “why should you? why should you? you’re the one who started this because you couldn’t stop crying about how this business is built on respect, you’re the one who started this because I apparently aren’t worthy to hold my championship, you started this because you couldn’t stop whining like a little bitch.”

“watch your fucking mouth, Y/l/n”

Bret quickly gets between you and The Undertaker, “I’m standing here, telling you and everyone that I can show you my worth, and you’re running away from the opportunity. you’re a phony motherfucker, nothing but a sellout that hides behind the name of “respect””

“if this is what you’re offering, a waste of my time, you can keep it. I don’t have time for little girls like you” Taker says, he got out from between the ropes and the crowd heavily booed him as he made his way back up the ramp.

“you’re just scared!” you yell into the microphone, he continues walking. “you’re scared because you know I’m right! you’re scared because I’ve already earned your respect but you don’t want to admit it”

he didn’t stop.

“you’re scared because a woman can do your job better than you.”

The Undertaker stopped in his tracks and the crowd popped, yup. that’ll do it.

“what did you say to me?”

“you heard me.”

“listen here you little-”

“yes or no?” you ask

“excuse me?” he asks, “it’s either yes, I’ll take the offer and face you. or no, I’d rather admit that you’re better than me”

a “yes!” chant broke out and Owen began hyping up the crowd but jumping around the ring. The Undertaker stared at you intently, then he suddenly put his hands up, before dragging them down causing the lights to go out.

when the light came back on, Shawn Michaels and Luna Vachon were standing in the ring with you, and before anyone could say anything they began attacking you three.

“take that as a yes”

[salemshotspot]

I just *know* Shawn and Hunter are talking you through it while the other fucks you, like Shawn is fucking you? Hunter is by your ear telling you how well you’re taking Shawn; Hunter is eating you out trying to prep you for his cock? Shawn is gently biting the top of your ear telling you how pretty you look under the both of them

Anyway I have a fic to go write

[heelbucks]

Ok i will literally give u my first born if you write nsfw headcanons for a jealous 90s hbk-

maybe just name ur first born after me ;)

shawn is very possessive of you, and it’s not in the super bad toxic way. he knows how the other guys can be and that’s why he’s possessive.

this being said , he gets so jealous so easily. like the only men he doesn’t get jealous of when you speak to them is hunter and vince. maybe steve austin.

so hear me out; this is right before you two were official official. you weren’t a couple really but you two were always together. the only people who knew were the klique.

half the locker room is at a bar, and shawn isn’t paying any attention to you even though you look smoking hot, i’m talking little black dress that clings to your curves and makes you look down right irresistible, your hair down, bright red lipstick.

growing bored of being alone, you decided to walk over to the bar and wait for your man who isn’t really your man to notice that you left his side. as you’re sitting there, nursing a beer, matt hardy comes up to you and you decide to run with it.

“hey dove, you’re lookin’ good tonight.” he’d smile at you sweetly and give you just a little bit of a glance down. “d’aww, you’re too sweet matt.” you giggle and take another sip of your beer. you decided to get matt in on this scheme of yours, and he is in. “oh this is gonna be great, he’s so hotheaded so please nothing that’s gonna get me hit.” he laughed before you moved closer and started giggling and touching his chest. this little shameless flirting goes on for about 10 minutes before scott noticed where you were.

“huh, looks like y/n’s ready to move on from ya shawn.” he smirked taking one of the shots a waitress brought over. “huh, what do you mean sh- oh really?” shawn turns around to see you giggling and throwing yourself at matt. he slams his beer down and storms over to you. hunter chuckles, knowing either he or chyna will be kicked out of their room tonight. “five bucks say it’s my room chy.” “you’re on hunter.”

you’re mid sentence, when you feel a pair of hands grab your face and pull you in for a deep kiss. matt smirked and walked away saying “i’ll leave you two alone. y/n, great talking with you as always.” you smile into the kiss and almost whine when shawn pulls away. “what were you doing flirting like that? you know you’re mine.” he pulls you closer to his chest, his hands landing on your ass. “i don’t know shawn, am i? we’re not dating are we? because i thought you said you don’t do relationships.” you smirk, knowing you’re gonna get him riled up.

“ohhh you’re in for it kitten.” he practically growls as he drags you away and out of the bar. he manages to get you into his car. the car ride to the hotel is radio silent

when he gets you to his room, he has you pinned to the door, “you’re mine kitten. i’m gonna make sure you don’t forget it.” he starts kissing down your neck, leaving a mark or two until you stop him.

“am i really yours shawn? what are we!? we’re not dating but i can’t even fake flirt with other people?” you blurt out. “y/n, i know i said i’m not a relationship kinda guy but, you make me so happy. please be my girl, for real?”

you can’t help but smile at him and of course you agree.

“you’re still gonna get it kitten, now that you’re really mine, no one else can have ya.”

[mr-wrestlemania]

He Ate My Heart(EnergyVampire! Shawn Michaels x GN Reader)

A short drabble of Shawn from my monster AU who's looking for a quick snack in a local bar.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59238661

The bar was as dry as a heatwave in Arizona, and you were scanning the floor for anything to quench your thirst. It had been a slow day for you, and you refused to end it on a dud of a night.

Then, the answer to your pleas came walking from the bathrooms. A 6ft man with gorgeous blonde hair and baby blues glanced at you from afar. His gaze sent a shiver down your spine and goosebumps to rise on your skin. The man was downright beautiful, but yet he was only staring at you..?

You shook your head and downed the rest of your drink.

Fuck it, you'd never forgive yourself if you squandered the chance to talk to him. You fixed your shirt before making your way over to him. He was even more beautiful up close, and it made your mouth dry up. The man hardly seemed to mind.

"Well, seems you beat me to the punch. I was gonna walk over and see why you were so alone..looking like that." His eyes drifted to the lower portion of your body, then back up to your face.

Honestly, no one else really caught your eye, so you sat by yourself.

This only made him chuckle, "So you were waiting for someone to notice you? Cheeky. I like that. Though you are so much more than a lamb waiting for a wolf I bet." He waved his hand a little at another taller man with long blonde hair.

A friend of his?

"Yeah, colleague and best friend. But enough of him, more about us." His cat-like smirk was adorable, just another thing about him that was hard to ignore.

Did he have a name, or was he going to keep being a tease?

You smiled back and tilted your head a little. When you asked for his name, his eye twinkled.

He leaned against the wall to look down at you, "Shawn Michaels. If you know wrestling, you'd know me by my face alone."

Not a bell in your mind made a sound at his name. Though you admit he did look familiar. You probably passed sports magazines that featured him somewhere.

"Least I have that going for me." He laughed, "You want another drink, sugar?"

Why not, you haven't had much to drink anyway.

Shawn beamed and sauntered over to the bar with you in tow. While you watched the bartender make your drink, you could hear Shawn talk to one of his buddies.

Looked like a taller man with slick black hair getting dragged away by a smaller man with messy dark hair.

Was he alright?

Shawn rolled his eyes, "My buddy is fine. He just had too much to drink. Sean's got him. How did you get here by the way?"

..why did he need to know that?

"Oh, come on. Don't look at me like that, Sugar. I'm only asking in case you get too drunk. We have a designated driver just in case."

The fact he needed one made you chuckle a little. Shawn playfully stuck his tongue out.

"I play it safe sometimes. Is that so boring of me?"

You shrugged. After sipping your drink, you tell him you borrowed a friend's car. Something about your statement made his eyebrow twitch.

"Oh, okay. You alright to drive though? I don't wanna put you in danger by trying to butter you up with drinks." His eyes scanned your body again. Instead of checking you out, he was looking for signs of intoxication.

It was rather sweet of him to be so concerned. At first, you wondered if he was trying to make a move on you, but he was much nicer than you anticipated.

You guess it would be better to call it quits before you can't drive. Shawn didn't seem too disappointed.

"Tell you what, I'll walk you to your car just in case." Shawn smiled again, "Maybe I can get your digits in exchange..?"

The way he bat his eyelashes made you laugh. You didn't exactly say no, which got him out of his seat.

"You ready then?" Shawn paid for the drink while glancing at you.

You nod and follow him into the parking lot. After you start to walk, you can say that Shawn made the right call. You aren't drunk, but you'd definitely take the back roads home.

Shawn flashed a grin and chuckled, "I have a knack for it what can I say, Sugar? Now uh..where the hell did you park?"

You reach into your pocket and start to hit the lock button on your key fob in an attempt to listen for your ride. He cranes his head until he points excitedly.

"That's her? Damn you are way out here. Not too safe if you ask me. You better carry something on you next time."

You blush as you walk beside him through the parking lot. You promise you will and figure he'd be worth talking to in the future. You tell him to give you a second while you get some paper from the car and he beams.

"Sure thing." Shawn gets closer to the car while you lean inside to grab a loose receipt and a pen between the seats.

When you step back out, Shawn's entire demeanor changed from the moment you took your eyes off him. He was leaning against the car and shut it before you could get back inside.

Instead of running, you froze.

What the hell was he doing??

You demand to know what his deal is, only for him to grin at you. If he didn't answer in the next few seconds, you'd be kicking his dick in.

"Oh, it's not my fault," Shawn's eyes began to glow a ghostly blue that drew you in, "I just need you for a few minutes. Just a few minutes."

He leaned closer, practically whispering in your ear. "Keep breathing for me, Sugar. Nice and calm. That's it.."

His words were like a gentle caress across your face. Your breath began to slow down just as he asked, but you could hardly understand why. The longer you looked at him, the less scared you became.

"There we go." Shawn rubbed your face gently, "See? You're doing such a good job. I just need a taste.. I wonder how sweet you are.~"

Shawn's lips collided into yours. Your gasp was muffled while Shawn only deepened the kiss. God, it was heavenly. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders as he pulled you closer toward his body. His golden locks got tangled between your fingers but he hardly seemed bothered.

Shawn hummed across your lips and broke the kiss to let you breathe. His vibrant blue eyes staring through you made you quiver.

He chuckled, "I see you shiver in anticipation. I'll fix that, don't worry."

You were pulled into another kiss, but this time, his tongue slid its way into your mouth. One of his hands held your face, and the other rested on your hip.

The way your whimpers barely escaped your mouth made Shawn sigh deeper into you.

Then it felt like heat was building up in your stomach. Your toes curled inside your shoes as it traveled up your body. Shawn's jacket was the only thing you could hold onto as the strange sensation washed over you completely.

Shawn pulled himself away very, very slowly. You tried to whine, but found yourself unable to make any noise at all.

Your eyes could barely widen from the shock, that heat that Shawn built in you was leaving out of your mouth and into his. It had a pinkish hue, almost like smoke, but you could hardly focus. You were tired. So very tired..

Shawn sighed happily, and his eyes returned to normal. "God damn! Mm.. that was as sweet as I thought it would be."

His attention finally returned to you and hummed while he lifted you up. He used his foot to open the passenger door and slid you inside. "Told you, Sugar. You better just sleep it off. I know I can be a handful. Thanks for the snack."

Shawn used the key fob to lock the doors, tossed it inside with you, and shut the door. He turned around and jumped back at the sight of his friend Sean Waltman.

"Shit! I just finished, what is it??"

Sean sighed, "I might have uh.. drank a bit too much off Scott. What did you tell me to do?"

Shawn groaned and paced angrily, "Get him some damn onion rings or something. He's probably dizzy from blood loss and alcohol. Get some food in him."

You could faintly see the face of the shaggy haired man from the bar, peek at you through the car window. "Damn Shawn, did you uh-"

"-No. They're fine. They'll just have to sleep it off. C’mon, before Hunter has an aneurysm over your handiwork." Shawn winked at you before walking off with his strange friend.

You found yourself losing consciousness not long after Shawn left. Maybe he was right. A quick nap wouldn't hurt.

The sun peeked over the horizon, causing you to stir and squint at your surroundings. What the hell happened last night? You remembered a guy walking you to your car the night before but then it was a big blank.

You checked your clothes and they looked almost untouched. There weren't any strange markings on your body either.

Did that guy just walk you to your car and you fell asleep..?

While you stretched your legs out, you felt some paper tucked under your hip. After shifting a little, you managed to pull it out.

Hope you feel better soon. You were really tuckered out. Get home safe Sugar

-Shawn