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wallofchynax · 1 month ago

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WILDEST DREAMS

Synopsis: You're a sweet naive college girl who gets dragged to a wrestling show by your best friend. What you didn't know is that a certain Heartbreak Kid had his eyes on you as soon as you stepped into the afterparty bar and had his heart set on ruining you in the best way possible (Requested. Thank you for the request <3)

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content warnings: alcohol, shawn being a menace, PiV sex, virginity, corruption, lots of pet names, creampies, overstimulation.

The bar was packed with rowdy wrestling fans buzzing from the nights show. Music was loud, the drinks were flowing and somewhere in all of this, you were trying to keep up with your friends who seemed much more comfortable in this enviroment than you were.

“I can’t believe we are actually here,” Your best friend buzzed next to you as she leaned against the bar, “Do you know what this means? We might actually get to see some of the hot guys here,”

A thought that hadn’t even crossed your mind until now. You weren’t all that much of a wrestling fan. You knew the big names, but you had been to enough shows to know who who was, and there was only one person on your mind who you wouldn’t have minded seeing.

And that was Shawn Michaels. You had seen him at a few shows. He was cocky, arrogant and rude. The way he was booed by the fans and yet still was able to crack jokes, dance and strip as if he was bringing the house down. You guessed that maybe in a way, he was but it just seemed far removed from your experience. You were, by all accounts, a good girl who wouldn’t say boo to a ghost.

However, you thought a lot about the Heartbreak Kid. He was handsome but his attitude maybe wasn’t your cup of tea. But you didn’t need to wonder for long. Because as you turned back toward the crowd, there he was. Shawn Michaels, in the flesh.

He was leaning against the bar just a few feet away, drink in hand, wearing casual normal clothes but he still looked very much like a male model. His hair was slightly damp, either from sweat or from a post-match shower, and his eyes were scanning the room.

And then his eyes landed on you.

You were like a deer in headlights. But instead of looking away, your eyes watched him. You weren’t even dressed provocatively. Maybe not like a wrestling fan. A casual dress and a pair of boots but you weren’t dressed like you were wanting a hook up. And yet, you seen the way his eyes lingered.

Oh dear.

Shawn caught you staring at him and tilting his head, like he was already entertained by your reaction.

“I... I need to go to the bathroom,” you said, cutting off your friends talking before getting up. You didn’t look at him again, but you could feel his eyes burning into your skull as you got up from your seat and through the crowd and to the bathroom. Thankfully, you weren’t followed as you went inside to hide; by pretending to fix your makeup so other people didn’t think you were having a crisis in the bathroom.

Okay, Shawn Michaels might have been looking at you, but he might not have been. You didn’t know. You didn’t go out to clubs very often and to be fair, you were surrounded by your friends so maybe he was watching one of them.

Yeah. After all, they were the big fans out of you and your friends. That wouldn’t be fair to bag a wrestler when you weren’t even all that much into it. Sighing, you decided you should maybe emerge from the bathroom and...

Standing outside, waiting for you, leaning up against a wall...

Shawn Michaels.

You stopped.

He grinned, pushing himself off the wall and approaching you.

"Well, well," he said, still watching you. "Ain’t you just a sweet little thing?"

You looked around. Was he talking to you?

You didn’t know what to do. Your heart was racing, your face burning, and Shawn was still watching you, like he was waiting to see what you’d do next.

“You wanna drink, sweetheart?” His voice was smooth, teasing. “Or do you just like staring?”

Your throat went dry. The way he was looking at you made you feel exposed, like he could already tell you weren’t like the women who usually threw themselves at him.

The worst part was that the shyness? He liked it a lot.

“Come on, don’t be shy,” He reached out his hand, “I don’t bite,”

He was close. You could smell his cologne among the smell of the club. This was a very, very bad idea.

But you found yourself nodding, taking his hand very uncertainly much to his delight.

“That’s a girl...”

You looked towards your friends who were watching you hold his hand. Your best friend was grinning at you and mouthing something along the lines of Oh my god! Just talk to him!” as he turned and took you through the crowded club and to the bar. You were now seperated from your friends and now completely alone with Shawn Michaels who was buying you a drink. You didn’t really know what he was buying you but he said it was something to help you loosen up whatever that meant.

Huh.

“I...I’m not really sure what to say,” you admitted, looking at your glass.

Shawn chuckled, setting his own drink down on the bar. He turned to face you fully, leaning in just slightly but enough that you could feel your pulse in your ears. He smelt so good – leather, cologne and something that was so uniquely Shawn.

“You don’t gotta say anything,” He said, “I already like you the way that you are,”

Oh.

The way he was currently looking at you, like you were prey that he was circling, made your stomach flip. Too intense. Too knowing.

“I... don’t really do this,” You admitted, glancing away from him

“Do what?”

“Talk to guys like you.”

Shawn let out a low laugh, shaking his head like he found that adorable. “Guys like me, huh?”

You could feel the heat in your cheeks. “You know what I mean.”

He grinned, tilting his head. “Nah, sweetheart. I don’t.”

You fidgeted with your hands, “I mean...guys who are, you know, famous...and older...and...” You trailed off, not really sure how to finish your sentence.

Shawn was eating it up. Your nervousness lighting a fire in him that was hard to ignore.

“You can say it,” he teased, “You think I’m trouble,”

You nodded way too quickly, making him laugh again.

“Ain’t nothing wrong with a little trouble,” he murmured, reaching for his drink again. “Long as you know how to handle it.”

His eyes raked over you, taking in your nervous posture, the way you kept glancing away like you were afraid of getting caught. He loved it and you could tell. The innocence. The hesitation. It was exactly what made you different from the women who usually surrounded him.

And Shawn Michaels loved the idea of ruining good things.

“You’re nervous,” he observed, amused. “That’s cute.”

“What if I don’t want trouble?” you asked, trying to ignore the way that your heart was hammering but Shawn merely laughed.

“Then,” he began, “You shouldn’t be looking at me like that,”

You immediately looked away, which only made him laugh again.

“You’re adorable,” he said, leaning in slightly more, “Tell you what, how about you drink with me, hm? No harm in that, right?”

You took a sip of your drink. Your heart was pounding in your chest. You knew this was a bad idea. A bad idea. However, as you watched him watch you, you realised you didn’t want it to stop. Not yet. The drink in your hand was much heavier than it should have been. You didn’t drink often, maybe one or two but right now, sitting at the bar with him, you felt like it was a lifeline.

Shawn was completely relaxed though. Elbows rested on the bar with one knee turned towards you like he had all the time in the world to watch and enjoy you. His own drink was in his hand, because he was much more interested in watching you.

“You don’t drink much, do you?”

You shook your head, “Not really,”

Shawn grinned, “That’s cute...”

Cute. He kept calling you cute like a compulsion. Like he just couldn’t help himself.

“You don’t got to be all shy, sweetheart,” he coaxed, nudging his drink towards you, “Go on, loosen up a little bit,”

You glanced at him. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to drink. It was that you were so hyper aware of who you were drinking with. He knew that, of course he did.

“C’mon,” Shawn encouraged, tilting his head, “Let’s have a little fun,”

You took another sip. The alcohol burned down and you scrunched your nose up. Of course, Shawn chuckled at this.

“That’s adorable,” He shook his head, taking a sip of your own drink.

Your face burned. “What?”

“You,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re just so… damn sweet.”

You looked away, embarrassed, but he wasn’t done with you yet.

“You’re not used to this, huh?” he teased, eyes gleaming.

“This?”

“Drinking’.” His smirk deepened. “Me.”

Your heart stopped and you wanted to throw yourself out of the window.

“See” Shawn grinned, “You get all shy when I say it out loud,”

“That...” You said, shaking your head despite your cheeks getting all flushed, “That’s not true!”

“Oh, but it is,” Shawn chuckled, leaning in some more, “But it’s real cute, baby,”

Baby.

You were so screwed.

Shawn watched you like a man completely entertained, like you were the most fascinating thing in the room. The bar felt warmer now. Maybe it was the alcohol settling in your stomach, or maybe it was the way Shawn Michaels was watching you, like he was enjoying every little nervous fidget, every shy glance away.

You took another sip, smaller this time, but Shawn still noticed.

“Atta girl,” he murmured, tilting his glass toward you before taking a slow drink of his own.

That damn smirk was still on his face. Like he had all the patience in the world to pull you into this little game of his.

You cleared your throat.

“So, you like drinking with random girls after shows,”

“Nah,” Shawn chuckled, swirling the liquor in his glass, “Nah. I like drinking with you,”

That was too smooth, too fucking smooth.

Shawn leaned in just a little bit closer, close enough that you caught the scene of his cologne, the warmth of him just inches away, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” You’re looking at me as if I said something real dangerous,”

Your drink was almost gone now, and you had no idea when that happened. Maybe it was because he made you so nervous you kept drinking just to do something with your hands.

And Shawn, being Shawn, noticed.

“You’re keepin’ up real good,” he said, eyes flickering to your glass. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Your pride flared at that. “I can handle my liquor just fine.”

Why did you say that? Because now he was laughing at you again like you had just said the funniest thing in the world that night, “Oh, baby. You’re just makin’ this too easy...”

“What does that mean?”

He took a slow sip, watching you over the rim of his glass like a cat playing with its food.

“I mean, I could sit here all night, just watching you get flustered but...” He began, “I think I’d rather see what you’re like when you relax,”

What does that even MEAN?

Shawn tilted his head, studying you. “What are you so nervous about, huh? It’s just a drink. Just a little fun.”

You hesitated. “I don’t know if I—”

“You do.” His voice was so sure, so confident. “You just don’t know if you should.”

He had you.

Your stomach twisted. You should leave.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you let him pour you another drink. Shawn smiled as you picked it up, watching the way your fingers curled around the glass. Like he had just won something.

“There you go,” he murmured, voice like silk. “Now, let’s see if you can really keep up.”

You swallowed hard. This was a mistake.

But you still took another sip. The room was buzzing, but all you could hear was him.

Shawn’s voice was in your head, curling around your thoughts, making you dizzy, or maybe that was the alcohol, sinking into your bloodstream faster than you were used to. You should stop. You should 100% stop and go back to your best friend who you were sure left you to drink with Shawn. You were beginning to sway.

But then Shawn leaned in, close enough that his breath ghosted against your skin, and rational thought disappeared.

“You’re getting real cute now,” he murmured, watching the way you swayed slightly in your seat. “Little flushed. Little shy. Think I like you like this.”

Your fingers curled against the bar top. “I’m....I don’t...”

Shawn chuckled, tipping his drink back before setting it down, his fingers idly tapping against the glass as he studied you. “You don’t what, sweetheart?”

Your breath caught. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“I don’t… usually drink this much.”

Shawn grinned. “Oh, I can tell.”

Heat flared in your face. He was enjoying this.

“You don’t gotta look so guilty,” he teased. “Ain’t nothing wrong with cutting’ loose every once in a while.”

His voice was so smooth, so easy, like he was talking about something completely harmless. But his eyes told a different story.

Shawn Michaels was looking at you like he wanted to eat you alive.

Your pulse kicked up, and you instinctively reached for your drink again, taking another slow sip just to steady yourself.

“That’s it, baby,” he murmured, voice dropping just slightly. “Get nice and relaxed for me.”

This was dangerous.

And you wanted more.

“I think—” You swallowed, heart pounding. “I think you like messing with me.”

Shawn laughed, slow and lazy. “You just now figuring that out?”

You stared at him, breath coming a little quicker now. You should walk away. You should say goodnight.

Instead, you leaned in.

You didn’t know what possessed you to do it. M aybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the way he was looking at you, like he already knew how this night was gonna end.

Shawn noticed immediately.

“Oh, look at you,” he purred, tilting his head. “Finally gettin’ brave on me.”

You opened your mouth to deny it, but Shawn was already moving.

His hand brushed against your thigh—barely there, just enough to feel it.

You sucked in a sharp breath, but he didn’t move away. Didn’t let you go.

“You still nervous, sweetheart?” His voice was softer now, more intimate. Like it was just you and him in this bar.

Your heart hammered.

“I... Yeah...”

Shawn smirked. “That’s cute.”

His fingers ghosted higher, teasing, testing—watching to see if you’d stop him.

You didn’t.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, voice low and dangerous, as he reached for your hand.

Your breath hitched when his fingers curled around yours, strong, sure, unshakable.

You had no idea how it happened—one second you were at the bar, the next, you were outside, pressed up against the cool metal of a sleek black car.

Shawn caged you in without even trying, one hand braced against the roof, his body just close enough to let you feel the heat radiating off him.

“You still with me, sweetheart?” His voice was slow, teasing, but his eyes, his eyes were hungry.

Your breath came a little too fast. “Y-yeah.”

Shawn chuckled, reaching for the door handle. “Good girl. Get in.”

The drive was a blur.

You could still feel the burn of liquor in your throat, the buzz in your limbs, the way your pulse pounded every time Shawn’s fingers brushed against your thigh, deliberate and slow, like he was reminding you exactly who was in control. By the time you reached the hotel, your heart was hammering. Shawn barely looked back as he led you through the lobby, like he’d done this a million times before. Maybe he had. You didn’t care.

His room was massice. A suite with a plus carpet, soft golden lighting and a bed that was so big it was almost ridiculous.

Then, that was when you felt him.

Shawn moved in behind you, slow and deliberate, his fingers brushing over your arm before sliding up your shoulder.

You swallowed hard.

“Yes...I am,”

Shawn made a low pleased sound, his breath ghosting over your neck. Your back was pressing against his chest, warm and solid.

“Cute...” he murmered, “You don’t have to be. You trust me, right?”

The question made your breath hitch as his hands slid down your arm. Slowly, rousing, waiting.

He could feel you trembling and that...was fucking hot to him.

“I think so,” you admitted.

“Good enough for me,”

That was when he turned you around and you barely had any time to think before he kissed you. It wasn’t soft or sweet. It was deep, slow and claiming. It was like from the moment he laid his eyes on you, he decided he had to make you his and there was no going back from here. Hot and demanding, like he had been waiting for this moment all night.

His hands were holding onto your hips, firm and possessive as he had you flush against him. The heat of him was overwhelming. Your fingers curled onto the soft fabric of his shirt, nails were digging slightly and he lowly growled. A low sound that gave you butterflies.

“Fuck...” his voice was heavy against your lips, “You taste so fucking sweet, baby,”

His words made your whole body burn.

You barely had a moment to think when his hands were on the move, sliding down the curve of your waist before gripping the backs of your thighs and then, you gasped as he lifted you off the floor.

“Sh-Shawn!”

“Shhh,” He whispered against your lips, effortlessly carrying you to the bed, “Don’t worry, I got you,”

The next thing you knew, you were on the mattress, sinking into the plush sheets as Shawn hovered over you, that damn smirk still playing on his lips.

“You’re real pretty, you know that?” His voice was low, rough, his fingers tracing the hem of your shirt. “Bet you’ve never had anyone tell you that the way you should.”

You sucked in a breath, your entire body thrumming.

Shawn’s fingers brushed higher, teasing your skin. “I can make you feel really good, baby.”

You swallowed hard. “I...I don’t know what to do.”

His lips ghosted over your jaw, down to your throat. “That’s the best part.”

He kissed you there, slow, open-mouthed, just to feel you shiver.

“You just let me take care of you,” he murmured, his voice dropping even lower. “Let me ruin you a little.”

Shawn pulled back just enough to see the way your lips parted, the way your body melted into his touch.

“Yeah,” he whispered, half-drunk on the sight of you. “That’s my good girl.” His hands slid under your shirt, slow and teasing as they trailed under your skin.

“Shawn...”

He hushed you with a slow drag of his lips against your throat, teasing, tasting, “Relax...let me take care of you,”

His hands roamed higher, pushing up your shirt inch by inch, exposing more of you to the cool air of the hotel room. He was taking his time, enjoying the way you squirmed under his touch, the way your breath caught.

“You’re enjoying this are you?” He murmured against your skin, his voice dripping with amusement, “You wanna be a good girl for me?”

You couldn’t even form words, especially when Shawn is pressing his fingers dangerously below your waistband.

“I think you do...” He slid his hand into your jeans, cupping over the front of your panties. A gasp left your lips, your hips instinctively twitching against his arm. This made Shawn groan feeling you were driving him insane right now. This made him kiss you again, hungrier, rougher as his fingers pressed against the growing head between your legs.

“So soft...so wet...You really were waiting for me to touch you, weren’t you,”

Your cheeks burned, mortified by how easily he was making you come undone. Before you could reply, he pushed your jeans down, along with your panties and before you could even process what was going on, he was on his knees between your legs. The sight alone made you feel dizzy. Then, his mouth was on you. Your back arched off the bed as his tongue traced slow, deliberate circles over your clit, taking his time, savoring every little sound you made. He hummed against you, the vibration sending a shockwave of pleasure up your spine.

His hands gripped your thighs, keeping you in place as he devoured you, flicking his tongue in just the right way before pulling back slightly to smirk up at you.

“You taste so fuckin’ sweet, baby.” His voice was gravelly, wrecked. “Bet you’ve never had anyone eat you like this before.”

You could barely breathe, let alone answer.

Shawn didn’t wait.

He dipped his head again, this time sucking your clit into his mouth, and you cried out, hands tangling in his hair, desperate, needing something to hold onto. He moaned against you, clearly loving every second of this, his tongue lapping you up like he was starving for it.

And then, one of his fingers slid inside you. Your whole body jerked, but Shawn’s grip held you steady as he slowly pumped his finger in and out, stretching you, teasing you open.

“Shit, baby,” he groaned, his lips slick against your skin. “So fuckin’ tight.”

He added a second finger, curling them just right, hitting a spot that made your vision go white.

“Shawn, oh my God-”

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he rasped, his pace quickening, his mouth working you over like he was determined to make you fall apart. “Give it to me.”

And when he sucked on your clit again, everything snapped.

Your orgasm hit you like a train, your body arching, shaking, a loud, desperate moan spilling from your lips as Shawn groaned against you, his grip tightening like he was holding on for the ride.

“You’re looking so fucking pretty like this...” He looked like he had been getting drunk off of the taste of your pussy. Your body was flushed but you knew that Shawn wasn’t done with you... because when he got up on the balls of his feed, you saw the bulge straining in his jeans.

When he saw you staring, his smirk turned wicked.

“Don’t worry baby,” he said, beginning to undo his belt slowly, teasing you as your eyes never left his crotch, “We’re just getting started...”

You knew what was coming but even when he pushed his jeans and boxers down enough, your mouth went dry.

He was big.

Thick, flushed and rock hard, standing against his stomach with beads of precum already glistening from the tip. He saw the way your eyes widened, and god, he looked like he was having the time of his life.

“Ain’t so nervous now, huh?” He teased, stroking himself lazily but you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to and he noticed.

“You want to touch it, sweetheart?”

You swallowed hard and nodded, “I don’t know how...” but regardless of your words, you reached toward, and his hand reached out to guide yours. Your fingers curled around his length, and his breath hitched, his hips giving a tiny involuntary jerk at the contact.

“Fuck, baby.” His voice dropped, rough and wrecked. “That’s it.”

You hesitated at first, your strokes shy, uncertain. His head tipped back slightly, jaw clenched as his hand covered yours to set the rhythm.

“Just like that...” he groaned, hips rolling into your touch. The sounds he were making were low, desperate and needy, sending pools of head between your thighs all over again.

However, Shawn had decided that he had enough and with one swift motion, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you away and pinned you to the bed, hovering over you.

“Are you ready for me?”

It was hard to think of the answer when you felt the tip of his cock sliding against your soaked folds, teasing you and coating himself in your wetness.

You didn’t need to answer. All you did was lift your hips instinctively. So, he pushed inside. You gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders as he stretched you open, inch by inch, filling you completely.

“Shhh, sweetheart,” he cooed, his voice shaking with restraint. “I got you.”

His lips brushed your jaw, your throat, kissing you through the burn, through the overwhelming sensation of being so full of him.

When he was fully seated inside you, he stilled, sucking in a sharp breath. You couldn’t think of anything. All you could focus on was how good Shawn felt inside of you. How much you enjoyed the feeling of him stretching you out.

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice raspy. “So fuckin’ tight.”

You whimpered, your walls fluttering around him.

“Oh, baby. You’re gonna ruin me.”

And then he started moving.

Slow at first, deep, deliberate thrusts, making sure you felt every inch of him.

You cried out, hands clutching at his back, overwhelmed by the way he stretched and filled you so perfectly. Your nails were digging into his shoulders which made him groan as his pace began to quicken as one hand was at one side of your head and the other one was holding your hips in place.

“That’s it, baby,” he praised, voice thick with lust and possession. “Take me. Just like that.”

He was relentless now driving into you harder, faster, deeper, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Every thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through you, every roll of his hips hitting you in just the right spot. That familiar spot that made you see stars

“Sh-Shawn...please!”

“I know, sweetheart,” he groaned, his hand slipping between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit.

He rubbed tight perfect circles that matched his thrusts as his thrusts got rougher and harder, slamming into your sweet spot.

“You gonna cum for me baby?” he said, voice against your lips as raspy as sin, “Wanna feel my good girl cum on my cock...”

He slammed himself into you just right with his fingers pressing down and then it happened. Your second orgasm crashed over you as your body clenching, trembling and shaking as the pleasure was all consuming. Shawn cursed, likely feeling your cunt clench around him, buried his face against your neck as his face became erratic and desperate.

“Fuck baby...” he groaned, his cock twitching deep inside you, “Gonna fill your sweet pussy up...”

And then it happened. With a deep, guttural moan, spilling himself entirely inside of you. You could feel him fill you up making your eyes flutter delightfully. The only sound left in the room was the heavy panting of two bodies completely wrecked.

Shawn didn’t pull away immediately.

He stayed there, still inside you, pressing lazy kisses against your damp skin.

“Damn,” he finally muttered, voice hoarse, satisfied.

You couldn’t speak. Could barely breathe. And Shawn? Well, he just smirked against your throat.

“Told you a little trouble wouldn’t hurt.”

#i think this one is gotta be one of my faves #i hope whoever requested this is having a good day because i loved this prompt a lot #wwe #wwe fanfiction #wwf #90s wrestling #wwe imagine #wwe x oc #wwe x reader #wwf fanfiction #90s wrestling fanfiction #shawn michaels #shawn michaels x reader

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desire4ella · 3 months ago

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Anyways y’all I wanna start writing stuff other than WWE ( I will still write for it dw) , for example :

1. 𝐃𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐆𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐘 (𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬)

THIS MANN IS SO FINE BRO. Like imagine riding him in his car,and him not caring to lower our moans because he wants everyone in town to know how much of a slut we are to him.DAMN. Also imagine if Steve gets involved to 😫.

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐁𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆-𝐇𝐔𝐍 ( 𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐝 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞)

I’m pretty sure this is self explanatory. Imagine being his wife and watching over the games with him while you sit pretty on his lap( cough,cough your cock warming him). Plus he’s in 50’s so ik his sex game is A++ cuz he prolly has a lot of experience.

If you guys have ANYYY requests abt them,hit my requests and i’ll do it.🎀

#ang3l🎀🧁#wwe wrestlemania #request #billy hargove imagine #billy hargrove smut #stranger things #squid game #player 001 #frontman x reader #hwang inho x reader #smut

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itsrheasgirl · 4 months ago

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𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ✩

𝖶𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗒 𝖱𝗁𝖾𝖺 𝖱𝗂𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝖧𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌, 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌’ 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌. 𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨𝗇 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖮𝗇 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖱𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽. 𝖨𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗃𝖺𝗆, 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗉.

𝖱𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌

𝖢𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝖦𝖾𝗍 𝖢𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖦𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝖨𝗌 𝖬𝗂𝗇𝖾

𝖧𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗒 (𝖭)𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋

𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1: 𝖥𝗈𝗋𝖻𝗂𝖽𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 2: ��𝗇 𝖴𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖦𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 3: 𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖢𝖺𝗇 𝖧𝗎𝗋𝗍 𝖫𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌

𝖮𝗇 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖱𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

𝖳𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝗋

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 2

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 3

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 4

𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖬𝖾 𝖳𝗈𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1

𝖮𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗍𝗌

𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖸𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌 (𝖵𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾!𝖱𝗁𝖾𝖺)

𝖥𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖭𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖡𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗌 (𝖵𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾!𝖱𝗁𝖾𝖺)

𝖬𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝖬𝖾 𝖲𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 (𝖦𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾!𝖱𝗁𝖾𝖺)

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adamscoles · 8 months ago

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Liv completing her revenge tour

#wwe #wweedit #wrestlingedit #liv morgan #rhea ripley #dom mysterio #finn balor #jd mcdonagh #the judgement day #*#requested

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houseofripley · 1 year ago

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HEYYA

Could you write a rhea x fem!reader story where reader eats rhea out while she’s playing video games with her friends? (Smut obv). Please and thank you (I love your writing)

Game Over

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: SMUT, 18+, Public Sex? kinda idk, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering WORD COUNT: 1,367 A/N: ANONNNNN YOU AND I ARE ON THE SAME WAVELENGTH!!! i literally started a draft for something super similar to these a couple hours before you sent this omg

“Aimlabs is free, you should try it sometime, dumbass!” Rhea’s voice thundered from her office down the hall. “Rhea! It’s just a game! Calm down!” You yelled, making your way to the office.

Your girlfriend had confined herself in her office since eight in the morning. The past three and a half hours were full of Rhea loudly yelling at her teammates. Half the time you couldn’t even tell if she was celebrating with or ridiculing the others.

You walked up behind Rhea’s chair and placed your hands over her broad shoulders. You could hear the voices of your shared colleagues blaring through Rhea’s headset as you rested your chin on the top of her head, watching her play Call of Duty: Warzone.

“I think you should spend some time with me instead of playing your stupid games all day.” You proclaimed, “We could go shopping, go for a walk, and have lunch…” You dreamed, rubbing Rhea’s shoulders.

“Later baby.” Rhea said quietly, making sure her mic wouldn’t pick up your conversation. You huffed and moved your hands to steal Rhea’s headset from her head causing a puzzled noise to come from her mouth.

“Alright who’s the one that’s stealing my girlfriend from me?” You playfully asked, Rhea’s attention was still focused on the round she was playing.

Dom and Damian were on the other end of the voice call, Damian was quick to place the blame on Dominik. “Woah woah woah! This isn’t fair, I’m innocent!” Dom complained, faking being offended.

“Dude, you literally spam texted the group chat for three minutes straight at eight in the morning.” Damian accused as he let out a deep chuckle.

“I believe it, Dom, you are always at the scene of the crime. Now I’d like it if you all would hurry up so I can enjoy the afternoon with my girlfriend.” You played with the two guys.

Dominik threw a mini tantrum in reaction to him dying in the game, “You guys seriously just made me die! Just for that I’m making sure Rhea’s staying online all day.”

“We did not make you die! Maybe you’re just bad at the game!!!” You quickly said before returning the headset to Rhea, hearing Dom’s faint complaints.

Rhea let out a scoffed laugh as she helped Damian win the round, “Too easy, let’s play ranked.” Rhea’s words caused you to groan as you moved to stand next to her. “Rheaaaa,” You pestered, squatting next to her chair.

“Just one more game I promise.” Rhea stated, her eyes looking over and down at you. “We both know how that's gonna end. One game is gonna turn into two and two games is gonna turn into six games.” You whined as Rhea ran her hand through your hair.

Rhea didn’t respond to your gripes, she instead turned her concentration back to her screens, leaving you pouting. But you needed her attention, you’d do anything to get that attention and you had the perfect idea.

From your squatting position you got on your hands and knees and crawled under Rhea’s desk. Rhea glanced down at you, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you spread her legs apart. “The hell are you doing?” Rhea aggressively asked, her hand covering her microphone while your hands slowly slid her sweatpants off.

“Play your game mami. I know you want to.” You taunted, looking up at her with puppy eyes. Rhea cocked her eyebrow as her eyes returned to her game.

You ran your finger over Rhea’s panties while peppering kisses over her tattoo covered thighs, causing her breath to hitch while she spoke about the match with the boys.

Your hands carefully pulled your girlfriend's panties off as you looked up at her, her eyes fighting to focus on her screen.

Your mouth hovered inches from Rhea’s warmth as you blew a soft gush of air against her wetness, a sharp gasp came from the woman who was trying to save her team from a loss.

“Jesus,” Rhea quietly cursed out under her breath once your tongue finally made contact with her sensitive skin. “Everything alright Rhea?” You could hear Damian's question leak from the headset. “Yeah, all good. Just uh-” Rhea cleared her throat, searching for an excuse as your tongue began roaming between her folds. “Just frustrated with the match…”

Your hands faintly ran up and down Rhea’s spread legs, your mouth beginning to focus on her entrance. Your nose pressed against her clit as you took in her sweetness, causing Rhea to narrow her eyes in pleasure.

You watched as the woman struggled to keep her attention on her screen, your tongue swirling around her entrance, occasionally slipping inside her. Rhea’s mind began slipping away from her, resulting in her character dying.

“Shit sorry- you guys f-finish this round,” Rhea sighed through shaky breaths before muting her mic. She looked down to you as she leaned back in her chair. “God damn you’re such a brat.” She moaned, taking a fistfull of your hair. She held your head in place as she began grinding herself onto your face. The intensity of her eye contact had created a pool between your legs. Quiet groans left her throat as she helped herself to your mouth.

Rhea’s deep moans were soon interrupted by both the boys yelling her name. She reluctantly let go of your hair before looking back up and unmuting herself. “Yeah, I’m here sorry.” she mumbled as your fingers inched up between her legs.

“Last round…don’t fuck around this time.” You could hear Damian warn before Dominik added on, “Dude, you lost like…all your skills last round, what is going on with you?”

“Yeah yeah. Don’t worry I’m all in t-this match.” Rhea struggled, holding back a moan as your pointer and middle finger snuck into her tightness.

You couldn't help but chuckle at how seriously the three of them took the game. “Yeah mami, don’t lose this round.” You quietly teased the woman causing her eyes to dart down to you as if to say ‘watch your mouth’.

Once the match had officially begun you connected your lips to Rhea’s swollen clit meanwhile your fingers began exploring her insides.

Rhea let out multiple profanities as the match progressed, attempting to replace the sound of pleasure with the sound of frustration towards the game. The guys were already suspicious of her behavior, the last thing she needed was to moan in the middle of a match.

You continued letting your mouth and fingers play with Rhea causing her legs to tighten around your head. “Fuck-” She quietly grumbled in reaction to your fingers picking up their pace.

“God damnit! I’m out.” Dominik yelled in frustration.

You hummed against Rhea’s cunt, her face plastered with the look of pleasure as her legs began shaking.

“They got me too. There's only one dude left on the opposite team, just be careful around corners.” Damian complained out.

“Just you left Rhea come on!” Dom egged on.

Rhea’s muscles began tensing up, her breathing intensified as she began the hunt for her final opponent.

She had found her target. Her eyes locked in on their hitbox as your fingers began curling while you thrusted in and out of her.

“Oh-Fuck! Shit!” Rhea yelled out, her orgasm hitting her as she took her final shots, winning the game. You heard cheers come from her headphones as she looked down at you with heavy breaths.

You helped Rhea ride out her orgasm, slowing down the pace of your fingers and removing your mouth from her clit.

She shook her head at you as you removed your fingers from her warmth and began sucking them clean.

“Guys, something came up. I gotta go.” Rhea urged out. She wouldn’t let the boys even get one word in before leaving the call. Rhea slowly stood up from her seat and began pulling you out from under the table.

“Soooo, shopping?” You sweetly asked, batting your eyelashes as you stood up. “You think you’re shopping after that stunt?” Rhea scoffed, cocking her eyebrow. She picked you up and threw you over her shoulder before taunting, “Darling, You're gonna be in that bedroom all day.”

#rhea ripley fanfic #rhea ripley smut #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley x you #rhea ripley oneshot #wwe smut #rhea ripley fanfiction #request #rhea ripley

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joesanrio · 2 years ago

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ugh just thinking about joe getting you a special little teddy on your first date that you’d eventually lose at some point (you cried and joe called you a dramatic crybaby)

I love requests so much 🩷 this is the cutest!!!

My bear | R.R

Summary: He knows the importance of that bear, but he’s too tired to even care.

Pairings: Joe Anoa’i {Roman Reigns} x fem!reader

Warnings: Joe being a bit slow, loosing something important, crying

word count: 640

Ratings: Fluff | 16+

A/N: some simple fluff to start off the day :)

“Baby do you know where my rose oil is?” I ask coming from the warm bathroom into the chilly air of my bedroom, looking around the room for the glass container. I don’t get a response, but something catches my eye. Looking over at the bed I noticed that my stuffed bear is missing, now I’m looking for two missing items. “What the hell?” I whispered to myself as I held my towel tightly against my chest, before bending to look under the bed.

Joe walks in with the bottle of rose oil in his hands before stopping and looking like a deer in headlights once he sees me, “Oh- hey.” He smiles as he hands me the oil once I stand up.

“Where’d Roman go?” I question as Joe’s eyebrows shoot up in confusion, “Baby I’m not really in the mood for roleplay right now.” His lips falling into their natural pout before he sits on the bed. “Oh my- the bear Joesph.” I gasp as I push his shoulder playfully, “You should start being more specific.” He nods as he looks behind him at the pillows where the bear normally is.

“I don’t know.” He stands up to look around the room himself, “That’s so weird.” I say as go in the laundry room to see if maybe I washed him and forgot. Empty. I start to panic as my damp feet hurries against the hardwood to get to the living room. Turning on the light, I look for the bear which is nowhere in sight.

Accepting the small defeat, I headed back up to the room to get dressed as the cold air surrounds my damp body. “Did you find it?” Joe asked as he laid out on the bed, “No.” I huff before entering the bathroom again with my rose oil.

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“We can look in the morning.” Joe yawns as I had him help search the whole house for about an hour now, “No, we have to find him now.” I whine as I grab my car keys to go check if he’s in my trunk or something. Joe follows behind me before grabbing my wrist gently, “We’ll find him tomorrow.” He says as he takes the keys from my hand and pulls me to our bedroom.

Once we enter the room, I let out a loud sigh as he rolls his eyes at my demeanor, “Joesph, please! I’ll sleep after, I think he’s in my car or something.” I feel my lip wanting to quiver as I beg the stern man in front of me. “Y/n it’s fine!” He holds my hand and pulls me into his broad chest, “It’s not.” I pout as the tears start to fall one by one.

His arms wrapping along my waist to give me a small squeeze, “That’s the only thing I have when you’re gone, and I can’t go with you.” I begin to sob into his chest as his hands fall into the curve of my back. Joe’s chest vibrating as he lets out a small chuckle, “Baby it’s okay. I’ll get you a new one.” He says as he kisses the top of my head. “Joesph! I don’t want a new one, I need to find Roman.” I pulled away from his chest to look at him.

“You’re so overdramatic. We’ll definitely find him, and if we somehow don’t then I’ll get you a new one.” He whispers before placing a delicate kiss onto my lips. I nod as I try to wipe the falling tears off my freshly washed face, “Come on…”’ Joe says as we get into the bed, and his arms going to cuddle my body into his. My tears finally stopping and now just leaving me sniffling, “Such a crybaby.” Joe smiles as he places a kiss on my neck.

#roman reigns #joe anoa'i #roman reigns fluff #joe anoa’i fluff #joe anoa'i oneshot #joe anoa'i x reader #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns oneshot #wwe superstars #joesanrio #wwe request

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mamirhodessxox · 1 year ago

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Mamirhodessxox Masterlist

Hi & welcome to my masterlist! This is where I put all of my hard work in here all together in an organized manner as-well as listing things &who i will take requests for! You will find many fan-fictions, head-cannons, blurbs, and Oneshots within this Masterlist and this Masterlist only! Please do not translate my work and re post it onto your blog, if i find out you do I will block you, report you & publicly announce what you did,

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RULES

I do not write things such as Pee Kinks, puke fetish, Underaged sex, Foot Fetishes, CNC, R*pe, Sexual assault/harassment, Abortions, Drug addictions, Alcohol addiction, Miscarriages or Incest/step-cest, Period sex (just not my thing.)

I do write things such as Pregnancy, Marriage, Divorce, conflict, Violence, Knife Play, Ice play, Witchcraft, Daddy Kink, Mommy kink, Degrading, Praising, Little space (Do not send me smut about little space or anything sexualizing little space it is a coping mechanism for others & it does not need to be sexualized, it is an age regression which is why I will not be involving sex with it.)

Please feel free to send me multiple requests or suggestions of your liking, but do not send the same exact request multiple times or message me the same exact request just because you didn’t get a response, I’m either working on it or it’s waiting to be worked on.

Do not re post my work or translate it and repost it, Reblogging is fine but do NOT use my work to gain your own following I work hard to publish my writing & the last thing I need is my work being stolen

I also do not write about people that are personally known and not even famous in whoever I’m writing for in my FFS out of respect & privacy for that person, So if you send me a request involving Cody Rhodes please do not send things that include his child, his personal family as I feel like it would be disrespectful, If you do please send something else.

Do not send me any fucking request that involves sexualizing a coping mechanism. Little space is an age regression It means that there you or someone else regresses or goes into the mindset of a different age group. This could be from the age of 2+. The relationship aspect basically means that there is a caregiver (daddy/mommy or any other nickname) and a little.

Do not send me requests for AGE PLAY. I am not going to write a fanfic smut involving a grown ass adult having sex with another grown adult but roleplaying it as they are underaged. That is disgusting and fucked up & if you ask me again I’m blocking you.

All comments are appreciated :)

I will absolutely not take requests involving Liberty out of respect for Cody & his family, if you want a request for dad Cody please come up with a different name for the child. Do not involve his personal life whatsoever ever please. This goes for Seth Rollins requests as-well.

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Who I write For

Cody Rhodes

Rhea Ripley

Seth Rollins

Cm Punk

Request Inspo

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Cody Rhodes

Cowboy!Cody Rhodes

Mad Scientist!Cody Rhodes

Dashing!Cody Rhodes

Undashing!Cody Rhodes

Black Hair!Cody Rhodes

FBI Agent!Cody Rhodes

Officer!Cody Rhodes

Ex Boyfriend!Cody Rhodes

Ex Husband!Cody Rhodes

Single Father!Cody Rhodes

Fitness Trainer!Cody Rhodes

Security Guard!Cody Rhodes

Professor!Cody Rhodes

Pornstar!Cody Rhodes

Pirate!Cody Rhodes

Prince/King!Cody Rhodes

Seth Rollins

Cowboy!Seth Rollins

FBI Agent!Seth Rollins

Officer!Seth Rollins

Ex Boyfriend!Seth Rollins

Ex Husband!Seth Rollins

Single Dad!Seth Rollins

Fitness Trainer!Seth Rollins

Pornstar!Seth Rollins

Rhea Ripley

Dance Instructor!Rhea Ripley

Officer!Rhea Ripley

Ex Girlfriend!Rhea Ripley

Ex Wife!Rhea Ripley

Pornstar!Rhea Rhipley

Single Mom!Rhea Ripley

Pornstar!Rhea Ripley

Dexter Morgan

(nothing ab these are ooc for him btw he’s still a serial killer lowkey just different varients of him)

Professor!Dexter Morgan

Single Dad!Dexter Morgan

FBI Agent!Dexter Morgan

Husband!Dexter Morgan

Ex Husband!Dexter Morgan

Ex Boyfriend!Dexter Morgan

Fitness Trainer!Dexter Morgan

Roommate!Dexter Morgan

Y/N / OC (Fem)

Kindergarten Teacher!Reader/Oc

Babysitter!Teacher/Oc

University Cheerleader!Reader/Oc

Model!Reader/Oc

Actress!Reader/Oc

Singer!Reader/Oc

Single Mom!Reader/Oc

Plus Sized!Reader/Oc

POC!Reader/Oc

Criminal!Reader/Oc

Cowgirl!Reader/Oc

Camgirl!Reader/Oc

Sorority!Reader/Oc

Pornstar!Reader/Oc

Littlespace!Reader/Oc

Nurse!Reader/Oc

Influencer!Reader/Oc

Serial Killer!Reader/Oc

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Interaction

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Cody Rhodes

Series/Stories

His Strange Addiction (Series), Part 3 (I lost part 2), Part 4, Part 7 (I lost 5 & 6), Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 (Final Part), Bonus chapter

Hey There Delilah (Series) Part 1, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12 Final Part Bonus Chapter

Bellissima Intro (Series) Part 1

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Oneshots/Imagines

Millions

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Dummies In love

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Settle Down

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On The Pole

(Fluff, Cody x Fem!Wrestler Reader)

Nervous

(Fluff, Cody x Fem!Reader)

Absolutely Not Having it

(Angst, Fluff, Cody x Pregnant Fem!Reader)

Welcome to the family

(Fluff, Cody x Fem!Reader)

Last Friday Night

(Fluff, Smut, Dashing!Cody Rhodes x Playboy Model Fem!Reader)

Chocolates & Blankets

(Fluff, Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader)

Cherry On Top

(Cody Rhodes x Baker Fem!Reader, Fluff)

Before You Leave Me

(Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader, Fluff, Angst)

I Adore You

(Single Dad!Cody Rhodes x Babysitter Fem!Reader, Fluff, Smut)

By the Beach

(Cody Rhodes x Physical Therapist!OC Reader, Fluff, Smut)

I Like You a Lot

(P⭐️ Cody Rhodes x Hairdresser!Reader, fluff, small angst.)

My only girl

(Cody Rhodes x Italian Wife!OC, Fluff, Angst, Smut)

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Head canons & Blurbs

Dating Cody Rhodes

(Fluff, Smut, Cody Rhodes x Fem!Reader)

Cody Rhodes Wedding & Honeymoon HCS

(Cody Rhodes x Wife!Reader, Fluff)

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Seth Rollins

Series/Stories

(Coming Soon)

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Oneshots/Imagines

(Coming Soon)

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Head Canons & Blurbs

First Date <3

(Seth Rollins x Fem!Reader, Fluff)

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Rhea Ripley

Series/Stories

(Coming soon)

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kairilov3 · 5 months ago

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good morning, i was thinking maybe you could do something with the reader being jealous of liv and doms relationship not knowing that liv has a thing for her so when maybe someone like zelina or dakota start openly flirting liv gets very over protective leading to a confession of feelings

Sorry for taking so long. But you got it 😉🫡

Jealousy leads to confession

(Liv Morgan x Fem! Reader)

WN; Request , Hand cannons , Fluffy

Being around Liv Morgan was exhilarating yet exhausting. Since she’d joined forces with Dominik Mysterio and The Judgment Day, Liv had taken on a new intensity, her energy drawing fans and teammates alike into her world. But for you, being around her had become complicated. You admired her talent and couldn’t help but feel captivated by her, but recently, seeing her with Dominik stirred up feelings you’d been trying to suppress. Every time Liv was around Dominik, smiling at him in that effortlessly magnetic way, you felt a pang of jealousy you couldn’t shake.

It didn’t help that Liv seemed oblivious to your subtle hints of interest. Or so you thought. In your mind, she saw you as a close friend, maybe even a teammate in the making, but nothing more. You hadn’t wanted to make things awkward, so you stayed silent, choosing instead to let your feelings simmer beneath the surface. That is, until Dakota Kai noticed.

“You’re not exactly subtle, you know,” Dakota teased one evening, giving you a sly smile as you all watched Liv and Dominik across the room. “If you want her attention, there are other ways to get it.”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “What? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mumbled, even though Dakota had seen right through you.

Dakota smirked. “Don’t play coy with me. If you want to make Liv notice, maybe it’s time to give her a taste of her own medicine.” Before you could protest, Dakota leaned closer, her voice low and full of mischief. “Let me help you out. All you need to do is play along.”

Over the next few days, Dakota’s plan became clear. She began openly flirting with you whenever Liv was around, throwing out compliments, standing just a little too close, laughing at your jokes with exaggerated delight. At first, you were embarrassed, but as Dakota’s antics continued, you noticed a shift in Liv. Her playful smiles grew strained, and her eyes seemed to linger on you and Dakota a little too long.

Then came the breaking point. One evening after a match, as you and Dakota were laughing in the hallway, Liv stormed over, her expression intense. “Hey, can I talk to you? Alone,” she said, her voice sharper than you’d ever heard it. You glanced at Dakota, who raised her eyebrows and shrugged before leaving you alone with Liv.

The moment Dakota was gone, Liv’s demeanor softened, but her eyes held a fierce intensity. “What’s going on with you and Dakota?” she demanded, folding her arms and looking at you as though daring you to lie.

Taken aback, you stammered, “It’s... nothing. We’re just friends. Why do you care?”

Liv huffed, her cheeks flushed with something that looked suspiciously like jealousy. “Why do I care? Because seeing her all over you drives me insane, okay?” She looked away, her hands balling into fists before she continued. “I don’t like it. I don’t like seeing anyone with you.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you processed her words. “Liv... are you saying…?”

Liv’s gaze softened, vulnerability flickering in her eyes. “I’m saying that I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve tried, but every time I see you, especially with someone else, it feels like—” She trailed off, swallowing as she searched for the right words. “I’ve wanted to say something for so long, but I thought you were just see me as a friend … and now, with Dakota… I didn’t know where I stood.”

Feeling a surge of courage, you took a step closer, your voice barely a whisper. “Liv, I’ve been waiting for you to say something. I thought you didn’t see me that way.”

A relieved smile broke across Liv’s face as she took your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours. “How could I not? I’ve tried to hide it, but I don’t want to anymore.” She took a deep breath, her hand reaching up to gently caress your cheek. “So, what do you say? Let’s stop pretending and give this— us— a chance.”

In that moment, the tension melted away, replaced by a warmth that enveloped you both. As you looked into Liv’s eyes, you knew that this was the beginning of something real, something you’d both wanted but had been too afraid to admit until now.

LOVE HER SO MUCH!

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romanreigns · 2 months ago

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NXT TakeOver: R Evolution (2014)

#litafan4ever #roman reigns #wwe #wwe nxt #*mystuff #*request #so glad those contacts have ceased to exist.#anywhoo.. long haired roman.

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samijey · 3 months ago

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Monday Night RAW 20/01/2025

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wallofchynax · 2 months ago

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TIED TO YOU

Synopsis: You're in a relationship with Drew McIntyre and you work up the courage to ask him to tie you up. (inbox request. Thank you for requesting <3)

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You had been thinking about this for weeks, even some more months. The idea simmered in the back of your mind every time that Drew’s hands found your wrists, every time he pinned you against a wall with that teasing smirk and every time his voice dropped to that low, deep growl in your ears.

Tonight… tonight was going to be the night you were going to ask.

You had been watching Drew sitting at the edge of the bed, shirtless, still wet after a post gym shower. You had been trying to find the right moment to talk to him about it and while he was sitting there, you decided to go for it. Drew looked up when you crawled into his lap, straddling him as your fingers brushed over the firm muscle of his shoulder. Instructively, his hands settled onto your waist, large and strong hands.

He looked at your face with fondness in his eyes, but he could tell you were thinking about something.

“What’s on your mind, love?” He said, eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

It was the moment. You could hear your pulse in your ears. It was becoming real now that his hands were on your waist.

“I…I want to try something new…”

His brow quirked.

“Aye? And what’s that?”

You exhaled. It was the moment. It was time.

“I want you to tie me up…”

And Drew went completely still. Not in a bad way, more like he was processing your words, running through the implications in his head. His grip on your waist tightened, only just enough for you to feel it, as his expression was unreadable.

“Is that what you want?” His voice dropped, lower, more serious, “Because if we do this, I need to know you trust me. Completely,”

“I do…” you said, without hesitation.

Your confirmation to ease something in him. His fingers traced slow, deliberate circles on your hips as he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours, not quite a full kiss but a tease as his lips brushed against yours.

“You ever done this before?”

You shook your head.

Drew hummed slowly. It seemed to stir something in him. Something that was almost predatory, possessive. Something that he was happy that he was the first person to tie you up. That fluttery feeling was in your stomach, working its way between your thighs. It was embarrassing how quickly Drew got you wet.

His voice brought you out of your horny thoughts.

“Then we’ll take it slow…safe word?”

The way he handled this, so careful and controlled, sent another wave of heat through you. You murmured a word—one you both agreed on—and his lips curled into something approving.

"Good." He pressed a kiss to your jaw, then your throat, his voice dark and smooth as he whispered, "Now, lie back for me, sweetheart."

You obeyed, heart hammering in anticipation.

Drew moved with purpose, reaching into the drawer beside the bed. When he turned back around, neck ties hung from his fingers. His eyes were locked onto your as he leaned over you, brushing his nose against your temple.

“Last chance to back out,” he murmured, his breath was hot against your skin.

“I don’t want to,” you whispered, soft and needy.

He smiled, slow and wicked.

“That’s my girl,”

The first tie wrapped around your right wrist, snug but not too tight that you were uncomfortable. Drew took his time, watching your reactions making sure you were okay as he secured you to the headboard as the second one followed. You felt vulnerable and completely at his mercy.

He sat back on his heels, admiring his work, his gaze raking over you with a hunger that made you feel so vulnerable in such a wonderful way. His eyes darkened as he took you in, bound and waiting for him to do something. His hand reached out as his fingers trailed lightly down your arms, barely even touching your skin but it was enough to send a violent shiver through your body. The ties kept you still, you couldn’t reach out to him.

“God, you are gorgous like this.

His thick accented voice was laced with something, possession, desire.

Your breath hitched as he leaned down. His lips hovered just about yours. He didn’t kiss you, not yet anyway. He let warm breath tease you, let the moment stretch out until your tugged at the restraints, squirming.

“Patience, love,” he tutted. His large hands trailed down your sides, fingers pressing just enough to make you arch into his touch, “You wanted this, lass. I plan to take my time with you,”

Drew’s mouth met your throat, leaving slow and deliberate open kisses down your throat. He kissed, nipped and soothed with his tongue, working his way down to the curve of your shoulder. The contrast of his tough beard against your sensitive skin burned your skin but in the most wonderful way.

You whimpered. Drew was moving too slowly. You pulled slightly at the ties, testing them. They held firm.

Drew noticed as he looked up as his eyes locked onto with yours as his smile turned into one of amusement, “Already restless?”

You bit your lip, nodding with a soft whimper.

His thumb brushed over your lower lip, letting your lips part around his thumb as your stuck your tongue out. He took one of his fingers and rubbed it against your lips. Your eyes, glassy with arousal and wide as his finger slipped into your wet, open mouth. His amusement only grew as he watched.

“Hmm,” he mused. “I do love seeing you like this. Helpless. Wanting.” His lips curled into something wicked. “Needy.”

A whine slipped past your lips, and Drew chuckled, the deep rumble vibrating against you. He removed his finger as he returned to the assault on your body, his mouth following the path of his hands, teasing over the swell of your chest. He took his time, savouring the way your breath hitched, the way you instinctively tried to move against him, despite the restraints keeping you still.

His fingers skimmed your waist, then lower, teasing but never quite giving you what you wanted. He was content with teasing you with this slow, torturous pace.

“Drew…” Your voice was breathy, needy.

“Aye, love,” He feigned innocence, a hand nudging your legs apart, hands gripping to the soft of your thighs enough to make you whimper, “What is it you need?”

“You,” you gasped. “More.”

Drew groaned, the sound deep and approving. “That’s all you had to say, sweetheart.”

You knew what was coming. Especially when his hand was taking off your underwear and his hand was so close to your pussy, his hot breath ghosting over your folds. You tried to be good and tried not to squirm, but you couldn’t help but hiss at how gentle the first touch was when a fingertip was running down your dripping slit, before he pushed a finger inside your entrance. Your feet twitched and your toes curled as you let out a pleased groan.

“That’s it…look how wet you are…”

You were soaked. So much so that Drew slipped a second finger in quite easily despite how big his fingers were. The way his fingers moved were slow to start with which you were grateful for. The mere act of being tied up had you flustered enough alongside Drew’s constant teasing. You let out a whine when you felt his thumb come up to rub your clit at the same time his fingers found that sweet spot inside of you. Drew was a master at getting those soft sounds from you.

And he continued to watch you. He always looked at you with this intensity every time he watched you in the grasp of pleasure. It was as if some sort of lion was watching its prey before waiting to bounce. You tried so hard not to pull at your constraints and tried so hard not to move too much but with the way he was hitting your sweet spot, you couldn’t help it.

But you were so close.

“Drew…” You let out a drawn-out whine and he knew just then that you were getting close. Your eyes were closed as you felt like you were teetering on the edge of cumming all over his hand and you were chasing that high.

Which was enough to make him pull out of you which in turn made your eyes shoot open.

“Wha-”

You were met with the sight of Drew moving to remove his boxers. As you could see, he was rock hard waiting for you. You moaned at the sight of his cock and immediately was impatient. You wanted him to fuck you. You almost pulled at your restraints which he saw, and it made him smirk. Drew likely knew how crazy you were for the sight of his thick cock.

“I’m going to give you what you want princess. Just open your legs nice and wide…” And when you did, he grinned, “That’s my girl,”

Your head couldn’t handle these pet names. He got between your legs. To tease you and make you wait some more, he rubbed the head of his cock against your entrance which made your breath hitch. He leaned forward and whispered.

“You got to beg for it, lass,”

He didn’t need to ask twice.

“F-Fuck Drew…” You whimpered, “I…I need your big cock inside of me. Please…I need you to take me and make me yours…” You whimpered but there was little else you could do. You couldn’t tease him or hold him. He had you all tied up and you wanted to be so good for him so that he would do this again with you next time.

Because there HAD to be a next time.

“Good girl…”

You gasped as you left him push his cock inside of you. He groaned loudly. You were so snug and warm. He pushed until he bottomed out inside of you leaving you moaning for more. God, the way he stretched you out. It was so addicting.

“Fuck...your pussy feels so good,” Drew’s voice laced with absolute desire, “It’s like you were made for me...”

“Drew,” You gasped, getting much too impatient again, “Fuck me...please,”

He didn’t need to be told twice. With a hand on your waist, he pulled himself out only to thrust right back into you. He started a steady pace, not painstakingly slow but he could still build up to it. His lips found themselves on yours, a heated and charged kiss filled with all the built-up desire he had gotten from teasing you. He moved one of his arms so he could lift your one of your legs over his shoulder so he could get much deeper inside of you.

Sweat dripped down his chest making the shower he had just taken pointless. His breathing was slightly uneven, and his groans were low and more like grunts that a predator might make. It was everything you could have wanted and finally was giving you what you were aching for—his hands, his mouth, his complete and utter attention. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word in that thick, accented drawl sent you spiralling, lost in the overwhelming pleasure of being completely his.

But he couldn’t last forever and neither could you. It was obvious that he was coming close. His thrusts were now uneven and his grunting was getting louder. His hand that wasn’t holding your leg reached between the two of you and was stroking your clit roughly.

“Cum for me,”

It wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order and you gladly complied with him when you tightened around his cock, bolts of lightning like pleasure bolted through you and covered your body in a earthshattering orgasm. You could not keep quiet and didn’t want to.

“Good girl,”

It was in that moment he came inside you too, fucking you with uneven and wild thrusting through your pleasure leaving you sore as he filled you with him cum. When he eventually pulled out, he spilled from your hole, on your thighs and onto the bed, marking you as his own. And when he finally untied you, his hands massaging the marks left by the silk, his lips pressing soft kisses over every inch of newly freed skin, he pulled you against him, whispering in your ear, “Next time, I’ll tie you even tighter.”

A promise. A challenge. And you had no doubt he meant it.

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