#wwe hbk x reader

[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”

[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.

[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

[sanman2022]

Just some random gifs of people

[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

[south-of-heaven]

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]

[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.”

[aritamargarita]

lemme add more to your shawn fics 😭, how about when reader gets injured?

OWWW! hey queen! THANK YOU FOR ADDING MORE 💕

As soon as you climbed the ropes to execute a high flying move on your opponent Jacqueline, you screwed up missing a rope and fell onto the mat head first. You had no clue what had just happened.

Why were your ears ringing?

You dizzily stood up, unsure where your surroundings were as you were rolled up quite quickly by your opponent.

The ref too had noticed you were out of it and had called for a quick end to the match. There was supposed to be more to the ending, but no one saw it through. You were way too disoriented. You didn’t even know Jackie had won the match. Of course she was set to win, but you had no clue what the hell was going on. As the referee started to make hand signs at you, you started to look confused and dazed still.

Shawn had already stormed down to the ring, sliding in and checking on you. You glanced at him in confusion, cause who the hell was this guy.

Oh wait, it’s Shawn. Not being able to understand what he’s saying, you say: “Huh?”

When you got backstage, a doctor shined many lights in your eye to see if you were coherent enough to understand stuff and to check if your pupils were dilated. The doctor had concluded you earned yourself a nice concussion after hitting your head on the mat. For the rest of the night, you were required to rest.

“What happened?” You ask, and Shawn looked at you. He had ended up following the medics and coming backstage.

“You, uh, took a pretty hard bump out there.” He says, pulling up a seat beside you. “I got worried.”

You realized how much of a headache you had when he said those words. “Oh. I can tell.” You tried to get up but was immediately pushed down lightly by Shawn.

“Careful. Don’t wanna do too much.” He warns and looks at you in worry. “Do you remember what happened out there?”

“No. I thought I just ended up here. I don’t know what caused it, but my head hurts.” You simply say. It sucks because out there you were doing so well, but one mistake led to your downfall.

He holds your hand, squeezing it. “It’s okay. Just get some rest.” He didn’t want to strain your thoughts anymore as they must have been going 100 miles per hour. Especially combined with the pain, it must have hurt to think.

He didn’t really have any snarky comments today. All he was filled with was concern. He’s had his fair share of injuries, and he wanted to make sure you were okay too.

He wondered if this would be a good time to tell you he had a thing for you.

...Nah. It could wait until you got better.

[rainchyna]

𓆩♡𓆪 episode nine: THE HEARTBREAK KID’S PLAN

i’m sorry for making y’all wait long for this garbage.

7:42 am, training.

you never understood why Summer Slam was held in August, August was the beginning of fall. why call it the biggest party of the summer when people are just beginning to over feed their turkeys?

Vince is a creative genius! they say, but June is the epitome of summer, why not do it then? you ask, shut up they reply. who are they? the little voices that cause your daily brain rot known as the WWF creative.

maybe the little voice in your head wasn’t the WWF creative, maybe it was Bret Hart, because it sure does sound like he’s talking to you. wait a minute…

“y/n! get up, what the hell are you doing?”. Bret wasn’t the only person in the ring with you, Owen was running all the ropes over you and you just laid there. you groan out loud and the brothers look at you. “you alright, bud?” Owen asked, “nah man!” you sit up. “what is it?” Bret sits next to you.

“Shawn Michaels!” you exclaim, Bret chuckles, “tell me about it”. you shake your head as it falls to your palm, “no, you don’t get it. we’ve been mostly hostile for the past two weeks, but apparently Shawn and peace don’t come together!” you explain.

“wait” Owen says as he sits on your other side, “what did he do?”

“I was going to the cafeteria earlier, to get coffee and what not, tell me why a staff member pulls me to the side taking ‘bout “oh Shawn’s been trying to get creative to change up the storyline of the y/n-Taker angle”” you say.

“what?” Bret asks and Owen frowns, “what does he gain from that?” he asks. you aggressively shrug before flopping back down, you were both pissed and confused.

why the hell would he be trying to do that? what was the reason? was it something you did? does he just not like you anymore? does he want out of it? because you sure as hell can replace him, and he’s not even on your team!

“you should talk to him” Bret said, you look at him. “and who the hell is he for me to talk to him? I’ll just go directly to Vince” you said. “matter of fact, I’ll go to him right now!”

it wasn’t that long after and you were already knocking on Vince’s door. “oh, y/n, well you’re here early” he smiles as you enter. “drop the fake nice act, you know why I’m here” you say and his face drops as he looks at the paperwork in front of him.

you sit on a chair in front of him and the place your championship on the chair next to you. “whatever it is that that boy Michaels is trying to do better stop immediately.” you begin.

“I don’t know what the hell is going through his head, but if tries fucking with my story, if he tries fucking with my money, he won’t be as pretty as he is right now”.

Vince was nervous, certainly not because he was scared of you or… anything.. but he already okayed Shawn’s idea. they talked about it over the phone yesterday and he thought it was brilliant, excellent even. however, your contact does end by the time it should be executed because it’ll happen on the last bit of your feud with Taker.

and if this is how you’re reacting to just the thought of the idea, you will one hundred percentage not resign if you find out about it.

and what’s he going to do? find another fresh face that the fans will support and go with fully? the fact he was even able to sign you is insane and the amount of money you’ve made for the company since your debut is even crazier. Vince literally couldn’t risk it.

or could he?

“out of everyone you could take ideas from, his?! you took his?! seriously what were you thinking? and why did I have to find out through a staff member? you need to get your priorities straight and make some changes ‘round here”

Vince nods, “yes, Y/n, of course”

“and speaking of making some changes…” you cross your legs as you pull your championship on your lap. “it’s my turn to give you some ideas”

8:27 pm, y/n’s locker room.

“what the hell…” you mutter, who did this to your locker room?

there were five -or at least what you can count- large flower bouquets laid out on the floor, more than fifteen smaller bouquets on your couch and a singular red card on the table in the middle of the room.

from pink to red, yellow, white, and orange, big, medium and small. roses, lilies, tulips, some you couldn’t even names, the room smelled like a freshly watered garden, it was absolutely lovely.

well, this was something!

you were excited because what if someone backstage had a thing for you? trying to be cute with their confession? hmm… but what if it’s an obsessive stalker is trying to kill you? and this was their of expressing their love for you?

you cringe at your own thought before picked up the card from the table.

you’ll find your way to me, one way or another ♡

xoxo, your backstage admirer.

you read the message over and over again, each time it got more interesting, but what got you the most was the perfectly drawn heart at the end.

okay…

but now what?

the girls need to see this!

you grab one of the bouquets and the card in your hand and walk back out into the hallway, only to immediately bump into someone.

“sorry!” you didn’t even see who that was, “whatcha got there, pretty girl?”, of course it was Shawn. “what do you want? actually! do you know who put those here?” you ask.

you push the flowers to the side, Shawn shakes his head. “I‘be been wondering why my allergies have been triggered, I see why now” he says, you rolled your eyes. “I didn’t ask all that” you say, “do you or do you not know?” you ask.

Shawn huffs and he faints being hurt, placing a hand on his chest. “you’re so mean to me!” you begin walking away and towards the dressing room when he says.

“what if I do know him”, you can practically hear his smirk. “then tell me”, he shakes his head again, “be nice to me!” he demands. again with the be nice to me shit, you are nice to him! sometimes!

“i’ll find out myself!”

oh find out yourself, alright.

Shawn knew what he was doing, why would he tell you who it was? as far as he’s concerned he was a part of this little plan, and he benefited from it. you can try as hard as you wanted to but you were never going to find out.

you didn’t need him, but you wanted to know who that is so badly. little did you know, someone was watching your little interaction from afar.

“wait so who…?” Chyna asked, “I don’t know and it’s killing me!” you head falls to your palm, “it’s probably your man” Lita teases.

“huh?” you look up, she rolls her eyes, “don’t act all dumb now, you know we see you and Hunter” Lita wiggled her eyebrows. wait, she’s onto something..

you didn’t even consider Hunter as an option because the card said “secret”, maybe you do know the person! maybe it is Hunter!

but why write secret admirer? and what were the flowers for? you have so many questions.

“what is it with you and Hunter by the way?” Chyna smiles, “oh, for fuck’s sake” you mutter hiding a smile.

you don’t know what you and Hunter are.

you really like each other but no one is making the first move, you find yourself tangled in his bedsheets more often that you should, he catches himself staring at you longer than appropriate, it’s the little touches and the stolen kisses, nothing ever goes further, but deep down you both want them to.

“I don’t know” you mutter as you walk towards the door, “where are you going?” Lita asks, “I got some digging to do! and some questions that need answers..”

10:18 pm, Raw <Live> w/ Y/n Y/l/n and Mr. Perfect on commentary!

the match you wrestled tonight was a bit upsetting to you, you loved working with Luna! you absolutely did, but you had to squash her on tonight’s Raw per Vince’s request.

he wasn’t budging so you just did what you had to do, it was a quick match and the crowd was puzzled as to why it went by so fast but at least you showed up tonight.

the highlight of the match however, was you and Gorilla Monsoon showing off the new women’s championship design, which the crowd popped massively for.

this morning you showed Vince a sketch of what you thought would look cool on a belt, and he liked it enough to were he said that he knew a guy that knew a guy that get the belt fully designed by the end of the day.

and here it was, propped up in front of you at the commentary desk as you sat next to Jim Ross and Jerry Lawrer. the match you were watching was Marc Mero vs. Hunter Hearst Helmsley for intercontinental championship, the match was supposed to be between Hunter and Mr. Perfect, but alas, a match was booked.

“I really feel bad about not being able to perform in front of all of these great fans” Mr. Perfect said, you laugh. “it’s not like you’d be able to win anyways” you snicker, “I see you’re Hunter’s team, Y/n” Jim says, you nod. “have you seen Hunter?” you ask. “I definitely see him and OH! Hunter with a suplex!”

you didn’t know what to expect from being commentary, it was weird watching from outside of the ring, but definitely an experience.

Hunter pushes the referee into the the ropes to stop Marc from hitting “the wild thing”, in Japan it’s called a shooting star press but apparently no one has done it here before which in itself was a wild thing.

“we’ll that wasn’t gentlemanly of him!” Mr. Perfect bellowed, “oh he’s is a gentleman alright!” you defend him. “oh yeah? what do you know about Hunter?” Mr. Perfect asked, “a lot! and none of it is of your business!”

“you listen here, little girl-”

“or what?”

the crowd pops as Marc launches himself at Hunter from the top rope, he gets up after a bit and they begin throwing each other around and Hunter pushes Marc on the referee, Mr. Perfect stands up and Jim warns him to not interfere.

“he won’t interfere” you say getting up, “but I will!”, you rush towards the ring and the audience cheers again, you make sure the referee stays down as Mr. Perfect also rushes to the ring, steel chair in hand.

he hands it to you.

you walk towards Hunter, but hit Marc with the chair making him drop to the mat. Mr. Perfect drags the referee towards Hunter who now covered Marc to count.

1,2,3!

the crowd pops and Hunter’s music plays, he’s the new champion. Mr. Perfect hands him the IC championship and hands you yours. Hunter hugs Mr. Perfect, they he hugs you tightly, then picks you up over his shoulder as you both raise your championships.

this one hundred percent will intensify your dating rumours.

shenanigans, but at least you participated.

you barely made it back to the locker room area before Hunter was spinning you around and about, kissing all over your face.

“i’m so proud of you!” you hold him close, “now we both have gold” he smiles, “thank you, angel”. you giggle, “you already thanked me, Hunter. you’ve done enough” you say.

“by the way, what’s with the flowers?”

[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

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THEIR HEARTBREAK KID

Shawn Michaels x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

DESC: Shawn punishes his partner

Gender Neutral Reader [They/Them]

WARNINGS: Implied Smut//Spanking//Shouting//Not Proof Read//I Think There’s A Swear Word But I Can’t Remember//Degrading [The Word Brat]

A/N >> IM SO SO SORRY THIS IS AWFUL.

TAGS: @azeliashorridstuff902 @simpin4pixels

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Ever since y/n and Shawn met, Shawn had the more dominant energy of the two; in every aspect of his life he was always confident and found pleasure in taking charge, which is why it didn’t surprise y/n when Shawn wanted to introduce ‘unconventional’ practices into their relationship. Shawn has always believed in strict discipline in order to ensure continued good behaviour which is why Shawn has took it upon himself to ensure that his lovely y/n gets the disciplining they need when they break a rule which Shawn has only put in place ‘with their best interest at heart.’

A recent rule which Shawn had put in place for y/n was they had to cut down on the amount of energy drinks they have because quite frankly it was becoming a problem; Thursday had rolled around and y/n had already had their weekly allowance of energy drinks and they were craving another one, one more couldn’t hurt right? It was a victimless crime as Shawn was going to be out later than usual as he had a meeting at work. This was enough to convince y/n to go over to the fridge and grab their favourite energy drink before taking it back over the to couch to continue watching whatever happened to be on.

‘This is nice’ y/n thought to themself, but of course nothing nice lasts forever, they were about half way through their drink when they heard the sound of a key being inserted into the front door echo through the house and before they could even think about trying to hide their drink they heard Shawn’s voice excitedly shout throughout the house.

‘Y/n I’m home, the meeting didn’t run over for as long as I thought-‘

Shawn stopped in the door way and furrowed his eyebrows at his partner as his eyes darted between the can set on the table, seemingly sweating from the condensation dripping down the side of the can, and his partner who seemed to be mimicking the can with a bead of sweat trickling down the side of their head.

As y/n grabbed for the can in an attempt to hide what Shawn had already seen, he stepped further into the room and, in an assertive tone, Shawn said to y/n ‘don’t bother.’

Shawn was willing to overlook this misdemeanour on account of the fact that he had a more than fine day at work and he knows everybody makes mistakes; he was ready to completely ignore y/n's disobedience in favour of a simple conversation.

‘Y/n’ Shawn started, ‘we need to talk about you and your disobedience’ he continued.

However Shawn’s problem of constantly appearing angry and disappointed mixed with y/n’s pride was never going to be ideal. Y/n felt a combination of both embarrassment and guilt from betraying and being caught by Shawn caused them to immediately grow defensive.

‘I’m an adult Shawn I can make my own decisions’ they snapped back at the older man, causing him to accusingly raise an eyebrow at his partner.

In a voice more dominant than a moment earlier Shawn replies ‘watch your tone y/n and remember who-‘ Shawn couldn’t even finish his sentence before y/n abruptly stood up and practically shouted ‘I’m not a child Shawn.'

With that y/n stormed into their shared bedroom and locked the door to hide the shame they felt, y/n was overcome with immense shame, they don’t know why they shouted at their boyfriend but they were too embarrassed to apologise to Shawn right now, they just needed some time alone.

‘Brat’ Shawn muttered to himself before sighing in both confusion and worry about their partner before attempting to open the bedroom door.

Shawn loudly knocked on the bedroom door and began speaking once again; ‘y/n you’re going to open this door now’ waiting for his partner to do as he says, however upon hearing no response his demeanour changed, it softened for a brief moment.

‘..baby’ he began. L

Before Shawn could continue y/n reluctantly opened the door, shrinking away from the older man, feeling guilty. Relieved they were ok, Shawn gently pulled them closer and placed a gentle kiss on their head, before relief could wash over y/n, Shawn stated in a low register.

‘Somebody’s attitude is in need of fixing isn’t it sweetheart?’ causing y/n to frown.

Shawn smirks; ‘don’t get shy on me now darlin’ that won’t work on me’ before leading them over to the couch and sitting down, leaving y/n stood anxiously before him.

Y/n knew what was coming, that didn’t stop their eyes widening in fear and it certainly didn’t stop them from biting their lip in anticipation as Shawn beckoned for them to lay their frame over his unnervingly inviting lap.

Once y/n had lay on Shawn’s lap he grabbed their hands and stretched them out in front of his partner before taunting ‘are you going to behave and keep those arms there like a good brat hm?’ to which y/n shyly nod, causing Shawn to smirk.

Shawn gently rubbed his hand down his partner’s back until he reached their coveted ass, to which he raised an eyebrow before, admittedly roughly, ripping the fabric, causing y/n to whimper as their bare behind was exposed to the cold air.

Shawn made a mental note to buy his partner some new pants before smugly mocking their reaction to the swift temperature change; ‘are you cold brat? Well let me warm you up.’ Shawn announces before striking their left cheek, causing y/n to wince from the sensation of shock and pain, causing their hands to desperately grab at the couch cushion.

Striking the same spot again, Shawn’s voice bellows across the house ‘you know what you did to deserve this punishment don’t you.’ Y/n took too long to answer, prompting Shawn to strike the untouched cheek hard.

‘A-ahh’ y/n whined loudly 'yes Shawn.’

Shawn swiftly lowered his head to his partner’s ear ‘use your words brat and this time use my name’ he spat the words down their ear canal.

Already throbbing from their punishment, y/n didn’t want to provoke Shawn to upgrade his punishment ‘I’m sorry sir’ they started ‘i’m sorry I disobeyed you.’

As y/n spoke Shawn gently rubbed their throbbing right cheek only to strike it once they stopped speaking.

‘What else’ Shawn barked.

Upon feeling Shawn’s usually gentle hand assault their cheek y/n instinctively attempted to crawl off of Shawn’s lap only for Shawn to grab their legs to hold them in place, striking them again to punish their Insubordination.

‘Don’t you dare brat.’

Whimpering at the sensation y/n continued ‘..and I’m sorry I gave you attitude, I was just upset I upset you’ they said in a whisper.

This revelation caused Shawn’s heart to momentarily sink, he hated seeing them upset but he couldn’t back out of the punishment now. His demeanour once again momentarily softened ‘good baby we’re nearly done, for each energy drink you’ve had this week, each cheek gets a spank.’

Y/n nodded defeatedly and braced for impact before Shawn continued.

‘Count out loud for me brat, I want to hear you learn your lesson’ Shawn says as he brings his hand down to y/n’s left cheek.

‘One’ they choke out.

With the same force Shawn smacks his hand down; ‘two’ y/n says in a tearful whisper.

‘Three’ y/n yelps as Shawn relentlessly uses his hand to make their cheeks glow.

‘F-four’ y/n cries.

‘Five’ they say with a gulp before Shawn moves over to the right cheek.

‘You’re doing so good for me baby, you’re nearly there’ Shawn says, his breathe hot on y/n’s ear.

Y/n blushes, the prospect of their punishment nearly being over mixed with the pain turning to pleasure causes them to forget to continue counting for Shawn.

‘Don’t make me change my mind y/n I can start again without a blink of the eye.

‘S-sorry sir, one’ they practically shout, causing Shawn to smirk at their desperation.

Another strike to the raw cheek has y/n crying, ‘two’ they whimper.

Shawn decides to pick up the pace, the next two strikes coming in quick succession; ‘thre- four.’

Biting his lip at the sight of his whimpering partner’s raw, inviting ass, Shawn strikes them for a final time, through hitched breathe they cry out ‘five.’

With the final strike, Shawn delicately pulls his partner up to sit them on his knee, the feeling of their their throbbing behind coming in contact with Shawn’s knee causing them to yelp and Shawn to softly chuckle.

Upon feeling pain surge through them y/n instinctively buries their face into the crook Shawn's neck, desperately seeking comfort. Shawn pulls them closer and whispers into their ear ‘I hate having to hurt you sweetheart, why don’t you let me make it up to you baby, don’t think I didn’t notice the heat growing between your legs as I smacked it into my thigh.’

Y/n blushed burying their face further into Shawn’s neck, they nodded at his suggestion and softly spoke against his neck.

‘My heartbreak kid.’

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I *cannot* ever take my own mental illness seriously because tell me why I opened my notes app trying to find a password and I opened my notes and found just a massiveee like vent essay about my fp and when I read the words 'for a Godless man I find myself constantly at his feet begging to understand the sacrifice of martyrdom' instead of thinking 'huh maybe I should actually get fucking medicated' I instantly went, LIKE IM SAYING THIS WAS MY FIRST AND ONLY THOUGHT, 'haha Shawn/Hunter fic in the making, there's so many different pairings actually like Steve Austin/Brian Pillman' LIKE?? SOMEONE FORCEFULLY MEDICATE ME ATP /lh

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