#wwf smut

[rainchyna]

MESSED UP.

HUNTER HEARST HELMSLEY X FEM!READER

(smut, jealousy, cheating accusations, fingering, p in v, lowkey mean!hunter, cussing)

Hunter wasn't sure what it was at first that began pissing him off. Shawn was your best friend, he was your friend before he and Hunter even met, and he understood that you two would hang out from time to time ‒ but this was just too much.

It started with you hanging out normally, just like every time you'd hang out in a public space or at either of your houses. Then you began hanging out without Hunter, and spending more and more time together. Now, at first Hunter wasn't upset about it, he was just envious, his girlfriend and his best friend and having fun without him, okay - no problem. 

Then he noticed that you and Shawn would be talking, chatting and having a normal conversation, but the second he'd approach you, one of you would either get really, painfully awkward or the other would leave.

It felt incredibly intentional, and it began looking like you two were hiding something for him.

You and Hunter have always had a very trusting, easy going relationship. You were open with each other about everything, and always spoke your minds if either of you did something that made the other uncomfortable. You and shawn spending that much time together did start getting under his skin a little, but he kept repeating to himself, 'y/n and shawn wouldn't do that', 'they're just really good friends, that's all', 'they wouldn't do that to me', 'y/n would never do that'. He kept it in the back of his head, until he overheard you and Shawn talking.

"Do you think he knows?" you ask.

"I know it's still early, but he'll probably find out. Hunter isn't stupid" Shawn replied.

"We'll have to be more careful, I've never done this before" you anxiously said

"Don't worry about it. If he starts suspecting anything, I'll cover for us" Shawn reassured you.

Hunter’s eyes damn near popped out of their sockets. What the fuck were you talking about? Actually, he gaslit himself into believing that he was better off not knowing. But, it certainly did sound like you two were doing something you shouldn’t be. 

But it continued, and it kept happening over, and over, and fucking over. The hushed conversations, the sneaking around, the anxious body language when he’d catch you. It annoyed him to no end. He was really fucking pissed, no way you and Shawn were ... No! Even the mere thought of it doesn't make sense. But the conversations he heard ... No, no way. No, the closest people to him wouldn't do him like that, but that maddening little voice in his head was getting a little too loud.

Y/n is cheating, accept it.

She wouldn't cheat, she loves me.

Shawn would do it.

Shawn is my best friend, he wouldn't.

Confront them.

Maybe he should, this has been going on for a little too long. He couldn’t take another second of whatever the fuck was going on.

And here you were in your hotel room, cuddled up with him on his lap. He looked down at you, disgusted at the possibility of you and Shawn sneaking around behind his back. And you can tell, it was so obvious he was angry, or upset about something. He was too quiet, and he was holding you really tightly. Really, really tightly.

You were about to say something, but his large hand began rubbing on your thigh, slowly inching upwards with every stroke. "You know that I love you, right?" Hunter began, and you nod slowly, "and that I wouldn't hide anything from you, right?" he added, you nodded again. He pulled you up, your back against his chest, resting his chin on your shoulder. His hand moved up towards your stomach, then your chest and neck. He wrapped his long fingers around your neck with a little tightness causing you to gasp lightly.

"what's going on with you and shawn, hm?"

oh, shit.

"you're not messing around with him, are you?" he said, voice dropping in pitch, you can't tell him. You spent this much time keeping this whole thing a secret, thinking he wouldn't catch on. It was supposed to be between you and Shawn. After weeks of managing to keep things under wraps, you couldn’t let it go that easily.

"C-can't say." You stutter.

 "You sure you can't say, baby?" he says, his other hand caressing your inner thigh, “because to me, it’s really, really looking like you’re fucking my best friend.” he says, voice increasing annoyed.

“We’re n-not doing anything..” you mutter, and Hunter’s hand tightens around your neck as an irritated chuckle leaves his lips. “You’re not doing anything wrong?” he mocks you, and you shake your head. He frowns a little, unhappy with your non answer. “Tell me what you two are doing.” he demands.

“Can’t.” you lightly gasp, noticing his hand getting dangerously close to your pyjama shorts.

“Y/n, baby..” Hunter began, his voice had a slightly threatening edge to it. “You know damn well I could get you talking without breaking a sweat.” he says, he pulls at the shorts’ drawstring, completely undoing it.

You begin panicking a little, because you know he’s right.

He saw the look in your eyes, he knew you were going to tell him regardless, but he decided to have a little fun with how he got the words out of you. “You wanna get it off your chest? Or should I drag it out of you?” he asks.

Your breathing quickened, but you didn’t say anything.

“Fine, you little brat. Have it your way.”

His hand dove into your pajama shorts, finger gently grazing your clit. You fell back into his chest, this shouldn't be turning you on. He was literally accusing you of cheating on him. "I will keep you up all night, baby. You better start talking." he grunted. His fingers began rubbing on your clit in circular motions, your eyes shut and you tried to inhale, but having his hand around your neck like that wasn't helping.

You grip on his thick thighs, your back arched and your eyes rolled back. “Hu-Hunter, please.” you whimper. You were getting annoying at yourself for getting wet so quickly, but how could you help it? He sounded so jealous, his hands are all over your body, and his breath was hot on your neck.

“You’re so fucking wet.” he groan, finger soaked after barely touching you. “Is that what gets you off, huh?” he taunted you, “Do you like the idea of me playing with your pussy, while you think of my best friend? Look at you, moaning like I don’t fuck your brains out everynight.” 

This really, truly, shouldn’t be turning you on the way it did. But, the way he was choking you? The way his fingers knew exactly how to tease your clit so you’re seeing stars? That’s what got you going.

You still didn’t answer him.

Alright then.

His fingers swiftly found their way towards your wet slit, pushing them inside you. A loud moan escapes your lips, your grip on his thigh tightens, but he immediately says, "don't touch." You needed something to hold on to as you felt yourself fall apart, his fingers now pushing and pulling against your g-spot. This was all happening way too quickly.

You held on his hand that was still around your neck, "didn't I just say don't touch? Do you like pissing me off? Not doing what I ask? Being a fucking brat, baby?" he says. You let out an airy laugh.

"Fucking me and my best friend," he chuckled, “Didn’t know my baby was a slut.”

He let go of your neck and pulled out his fingers from your soaking pussy, causing you to whine. He mocked you as he picked you up and walked to your shared bedroom. He put you down, and it felt like you couldn't look into his eyes. 

"Look at me" he softly says, hand stroking your cheek. You physically couldn't even lift your head up, "I said, look at me, baby" he demanded.

You still can't look at him. He grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head backwards, forcing you to make eye contact with him, and you damn near moan. You wore a tank top, which left your neck fully exposed to him. He leaned in, and you did as well.

He delivered a harsh kiss to your lips, tongue forcing itself against yours. The kiss was needy, all possessive and demanding. You were about to wrap your arms around his neck, but he held your hands behind your back. 

His lips moved onto your neck, kissing, sucking and leaving small deep red marks on your neck. As many as he can, anywhere he can. "P-please" you whimper.

Well, if he can't fuck the truth out of you, he'll fuck some common sense into you.

He pushed you back onto the bed and climbed on top of you, he then pulled off your shorts, and he attacked you neck again.

 By now there was barely any skin that wasn't bruised or bitten, especially on your collarbones. He pulled himself away from you, taking off his shirt revealing his toned body. This had to be what gods were built like.

"Do something" you whine, a pout resting on your lips. "You don’t get to ask for anything tonight." he groans. He pulls off his pants as impatience was taking over him, he took off his boxers as well and his cock stood hard and thick, "on your stomach, now." he demanded and you immediately obeyed.

As you laid comfortably onto the soft sheets, Hunter pulled your hips up towards his, he raised his hand, then proceeded to slap your ass so harshly that his handprint was on your ass cheek, "Fuck, please, just please do something" you cry, feeling your arousal drip down your thighs. You didn't even get to finish your complaining before he was pushing his cock inside you, making you moan loudly. You'll never get used to his size.

His hips pushed and pulled against yours, cock slamming in and out of you. Both of you were moaning loudly, you were so wet, so good for him. And he was going to make sure you stayed behaved for him only.

His dick felt like heaven as it rammed against your walls, he grabbed as fistful of your hair and pulled up on your knees and hands. "You think shawn can fuck you like this? hm?" he groaned before delivering one deep, fast thrust that had your head spinning and body shaking. "H-hunter" you whimper, "only i can fuck you like this." he grunted.

One of his hands held you up because you both knew that if he lets you go you'll immediately collapse back onto the bed. The pain and pleasure of being stretched out had your head spinning, his gruff voice, the roughness of his hands, his voice as he called both pet and derogatory names. 

His other hand was now buried between your legs, rubbing your clit. He slowed down feeling his orgasm approaching, deep, slow thrusts replaced his fast paced ones, and at this rhythm and this position you could swear you felt him in your lungs. the hand that was holding you in place moved down towards your abdomen, his long fingers tracing the bump in your lower abdomen, it was the outline of his cock inside you.

"Do you feel this, y/n?" he grabbed one of your hands and made you touch where his cock's imprint was, "This pussy is so tight, for me only. You're mine. mine, and mine only" he groans. His deep voice rang through your ears and sent goosebumps across the surface of your skin, his picked up a pace again, your words were merging in one blob of incoherencies, "gonna cum, h-hunt, p-please" you beg, "You don-t get to cum" he moaned, "you'll cum when i say you can" he says.

His grip on you gets tighter and hips began stuttering, he was so close, so close he could taste it.

"P-please, sir?" you whined in the neediest tone, your cunt clenched so tightly around him. "Please, l-let me cum, I-i'll do anything for y-you, please, ple-ease sir" you said, tears began flowing down your cheeks.

Hearing you call him ‘sir’,  begging for him like that did something to him. You? crying and begging him, being such a desperate slut for him to let you cum, like that?

"Please" you gasp, and he slaps your clit harshly, sending you into a whimpering fit, the only thing he could make out was something about how you were cumming. “S-sir.” you cry.

That last moan of yours sent him over the edge, his cum coating your walls, hot and sticky, as he collapsed on top of you. Seeing the state of pure euphoria that he was in made you happy you hadn’t told him what happened before you got here. "If you're not cumming on my dick, you're not cumming on anyone else's , you understand?" he says.

"Yes, sir."

"Good fucking girl."

It took your body a hot two, or three minutes to recover from the tight feeling of an unreleased orgasm as his thick cock continued twitching and pulsating inside you.

"Can you get off of me, you're a little heavy.." you mumble. He rolls off to the other side of the bed, and lays there contemplating whether or not he should ask you again, because he wasn’t going to let something take place behind his back.

 "This is the last time, be honest with me y/n, what are you doing with Shawn?" he asked. You exhaled loudly before reaching over to your nightstand. You opened the last drawer and pulled out a medium-small sized, square box. it was covered with a navy blue velvety material and a pearly white ribbon had it shut. "Open it,” you tell him.

He looked into your eyes slightly confused, then Hunter saw nothing but love and sincerity. 

He knew he never should've doubted you. 

He tugged off the ribbon and opened the box revealing a Rolex that was dazzled with diamonds. A little note was tucked under it, he placed the box to the side and held the note, the silver text on the white background read:

Happy birthday, we love you the most. Y/n and Shawn.

Hunter exhaled and covered his face with his hands, his fucking birthday was next week.

 "Wow, I feel like an asshole," he said.

 "An asshole whose birthday is next week, we wanted to do something special for you. Shawn and I might be close, but we'd never do ... whatever you had in mind" you said, a slight smile played with your lips.

He put everything back into the box and placed it aside. He pulled you onto his chest, giving you the sweetest, most passionate kiss you've had in a while. He moved, readjusting your position so that now you were under him. He began placing kisses all over your face, making you giggle. "What are you doing?" you laugh.

"Making up for what i fucked up."

[arminmiflaco]

I was thinking about CM Punk (Phil) as your boyfriend. Smut!(not much), mdni!!!, ⚠toxic behaviors⚠

He is so arrogant and stubborn that he thinks he is always right, even when he is not, and inevitably wants to control you. You will never be able to dominate him, even if you want to.

The typical alternative boy and bimbo girl couple, you so sweet and innocent. He, a very disciplined boy, but a troublemaker... too much for your good.

He thinks you are his property, his jealousy is something you don't want to provoke! And it's not for you, but for those innocent people who end up paying the price.

Punk hates Jeff Hardy. According to Phil, Jeff has been lusting after you for a long time. You're a very pretty girl and that only fuels his jealousy, he doesn't want anyone else to see you but him.

When he found out that you and Jeff were friends, he almost went crazy, he wanted to smash his face in and never see you out of the corner of his eye again. He was mad, he thought you already understood that you can't have anyone else but him! Why do you have to talk to other boys? He has to be the only one in your life! Don't you have enough with him?

You have to understand!! He is so in love with you that he can't stand the idea of you spending time with others :(

Phil sits you on his lap and squeezes your cheeks so hard that it almost hurts.

- Doll, I hear you're talking to Jeff.

- W-what?

- I thought we talked about this, I don't want you talking to other guys.

- But that's not fair, I want to have friends! It doesn't mean I want to be with them :(

- You don't, but they do. Men's minds are so sick. I know Jeff, he obviously just wants a chance to fuck you.

- That's not true, Jeff is a good friend, he never talked to me like that...

- Y/N, I heard him say it, he's just another asshole who thinks he has a chance with you.

Obviously this was a lie from Phil to get you away from Jeff, but you never thought about it because you always saw Phil as someone who would never lie to you, who only cared about your well being.

You feel your heart breaking, you really thought Jeff respected you like you respected him, now your perception has changed and you don't want to see him anymore.

Punk sees the sadness in your eyes and hugs and kisses you, telling you how much he loves you and that he will always be there for you because he is the only one who cares.

☆°☆~

Now your hips are in the air as Phil mercilessly spanks you once, twice, even ten times as he angrily and lustfully claims you as his own.

- No one will ever fuck you like I do. No one will ever be able to have you.

Then he turns you over and penetrates you quickly. You were already wet from the foreplay, but it was so rough and unpredictable that you couldn't help moaning from the slight pain, little tears coming out of your eyes, while Phil ruins you in a fast way, kissing you almost without letting you breathe, with one arm hugging you, bringing you closer together and the other touching your tits. He would only stop kissing you to say things in your ear, his most disgusting thoughts about his jealousy and what he would do to you scared the hell out of u :( but at the same time you couldn't help but get horny.

☆°☆~

I'm sorry, I know there are mistakes (English is not my first language)

[ughdoir]

꣑ৎ triple h ! fucking the authority

contains black female reader, lowercase intended, pet names, fingering, spit, dom, praise, minors don’t interact

thinking about ceo! hunter catching you masterbating in his office. he’s so crude wanting you to show him how you play with yourself.

“will you ever behave?” he knew the answer was no ,and you wasted no time sliding your panties to the side. wetness coating the fabric as he sat in front of you eyes low, and balancing on the balls of his feet.

you could feel his breath against your pussy a low wine escaping once the pad of your fingers came into contact with your clit finding a rhythm.

“pretty doll.” he grips the phone tightly wanting the camera to capture how good you made yourself feel. the bitter chill in his office perking your pretty nipples and kissing your leaking core.

with shaky hands you slide a finger into your pussy not long before you add another the fullness sending your head back and clenching your chubby thighs together.

“atta girl, you’re so wet for me. go on let everyone hear you.” you moaned at his words both digits working faster inside of your gummy walls as your cream pooled on the oak table.

“hunter.” his name fell from your pouty lips desperately wanting to feel him in any capacity. the lewd sounds of your cunt and calling his name perks his interest coming to wrap his free hand around your throat.

with a blurry vision the camera captures the glob of spit that lands on your clit glistening your folds as you fucked yourself into your hand. cheeks flushed and falsies damped with tears as the man above you smirked.

“gonna cum for daddy?” hunter knew you were close that ditzy expression and bubbly feeling in the pit of your stomach on the verge. all you could do was whimper hunter placing his forehead against yours as he strums your clit.

white toes resting on his shoulders watching three digits slick with arousal slam in and out of your needy cunt opening your mouth to catch his spit and swallow gingerly.

“i’m cu-m-ming” you could barely finish your sentence wetness slipping out of you and splashing his expensive cufflinks as expletives spat from the man. fingers working towards overstimulating his pretty girl and kissing your plump lips drowning out your cries.

with a gasp you came again body trembling and head resting into his chest as hunter kissed your temple a sweet gesture before the real fun began.

[90s-suplex]

i hate to be a freak but did you see the new pancho post steve posted on his instagram?? his hand oh my gifjdjfjdmjdkkd

*gnawing at the bars of my enclosure* yesss i saw it !!!

i love his cat dad era sm omg :D he has aged sooo well imo, he's still jacked 😩 and yeah you're right his hands are just aaaaaaasdfgjk

"Did your papa wake you up?" -> Crying, screaming, ripping my hair out over this omg

imagine holding hands with him :3 (i‘m delulu)

[stunnajitj]

⋆˚࿔ 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 (𝟏/𝟑) 𝜗𝜚˚⋆🍓

•　ＳＬＯＷ　ＵＰＤＡＴＥＳ　•

Re-upload

ＪＥＦＦ　ＨＡＲＤＹ　

¹ 🍓: 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃

ʚ🍓ɞ - Over Thinker and hard to please Jeff Hardy develops an unexpected, desirable "crush" on one of the contestants in the WWF bikini contest hosted by team Xtreme.

↳ WWF ( ²⁰⁰⁰ )

⁵ 🍓: 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐄

/)/)

( . .)

( づ🍓 - Jeff sometimes has an issue expressing how he feels, especially when it comes to this new "relationship"...So instead of talking and arguing, he would rather put it in his emo-etry (Emotional Poetry).

↳ WWF ( ²⁰⁰¹ )

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² 🍓: 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐎𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅

/)/)

( . .)

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

↳ WCW ( ¹⁹⁹⁷ )

ＭＡＴＴ　ＨＡＲＤＹ

³ 🍓: 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 | 𝐏𝐓 𝟏

🍓ྀི - Being close friends with the Hardy family since childhood wasn't the easiest. Teasing about Tyra and Jeff specifically coming at every angle and rumors also started to spread everywhere because they were so close. But, Tyra now as an adult, is tired of the teasing and finally, unexpectedly, confesses her real romantic feelings for someone no one saw coming. Someone everyone thought she hated —Jeff's brother, Matt.

↳ WWF ( ¹⁹⁹⁸ )

⁷ 🍓: 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 | 𝐏𝐓 𝟐

/)/)

( . .)

( づ🍓 - After Tyra bravely confessed her feelings to Matt, his conscience was thrown into a whirlwind of confusion for days. But, after a talk with his brother Jeff for closure, he's finally made up his mind..

↳ WWF ( ¹⁹⁹⁸ )

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( Luis )

⁴ 🍓: 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋

/)/)

( . .)

( づ🍓 - After a huge victory against Finn Bálor at twenty, twenty-four's 'Bad Blood', Luis (Damian Priest) wants to celebrate. But, he doesn't want to do it alone...

↳ WWE ( ²⁰²⁴ )

ＪＥＹ　ＵＳＯ　

( Joshua )

⁶ 🍓: 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

/)/)

( . .)

( づ🍓 - Coming out of a difficult break up with her long-term ex-boyfriend, Robyn's friends try to find a way to finally drag her out of bed. But as fate will have it, she unexpectedly runs into an old college friend once she's out.

↳  WWE ( ²⁰¹⁸ )

~ 𝔍𝔞𝔷𝔷𝔶 ʚ🍓ɞ

[double-vandammage]

Title: Rude Awakening

Word count: 2,573

Rating: 18+

Ship: Bret Hart x Shawn Michaels

Tags/Warnings: Enemies to lovers, Bret POV, Handjob, Blowjob, Alcohol

Also posted to my a03: aa_beatrix

Here is my first fanfic in probably 6 years. I'm so nervous about it, but I hope you Hartbreak shippers like it. I'm fairly new to this ship so please be gentle. 🥹 Thank you to the encouragement of my sis @taydaq, @imabillyami, @crxssjae, and @superkickme 😘

Let me know if anyone wants to be tagged in future fics, I do plan on writing more. 🫣

Bret sat silently by his motel window, watching the rain gently glide down the glass. What a shit day he had, it was only fitting the weather was also terrible. The promo he had just cut with Shawn weighed heavily on his mind. He was so tired of the little prick. Night after night he had to observe Shawn flamboyantly parade around the stage. Not only did he have to watch the annoying spectacle, but also endure the man occasionally shake his bare ass at the crowd. The fans ate it up and he couldn’t fathom why. They were close once, it seemed a lifetime away. Thunder cracked, startling him from his thoughts. The universe was telling him to relinquish any thoughts of Shawn for the rest of the evening. He didn’t want Shawn in his head more than was required, especially while he was alone in his motel room. Bret made his way to the bed, climbing under the covers and slowly he drifted to sleep.  

Abruptly there was an aggressive and continuous rap at his door. Bret was barely able to open his eyes as he dazedly glanced at the bedside clock. The time read 2:00AM. “Who the fuck-?” he grunted as the knocking became louder. He whipped the blanket from his body while quickly swinging his legs over the mattress. “I’m coming dammit.” he spat, stumbling to the door in his sleepy stupor. He put his eye to the peephole. “Jesus Christ…” none other than a Heartbreak Kid disruption. “Hey! Big daddy cool! Open up big sexy!” Shawn half yelled, half giggled. Bret opened the door, “wrong room shithead. Some of us are trying to sleep.” Shawn was drenched. He had clearly spent some time in the rain. “Whoa.” Shawn raised both hands up in defense. “This isn’t Kevin’s room?” Bret made a show of moving his hands up and down his own frame, “clearly it isn’t you asshole, what are you drunk?” Shawn put his index finger and thumb together, “Mmmm…maybe just a pinch.” 

Rolling his eyes, Bret took in Shawn’s appearance. He was soaked, so much so he had created a pool of moisture on the motel floor. He was a mess. “Do you know which room Kevin is in?” he asked, not wanting Shawn to be his problem this early in the morning. “Hmmm…well I thought this was his room…so I guess…no.” he said with his signature smile, chuckling to himself. “You wouldn’t mind if I bunked here tonight, eh Hitman?” Shawn asked while running a hand through his wet hair. Bret thought this must be some cruel joke the universe was playing on him. The last thing he wanted in his room was a drunk wet dog named Shawn Michaels, but he couldn’t let him wander aimlessly up and down the halls, slamming on random doors, and calling for big sexy. 

Bret crossed his arms, “shit. Fine. Do not drip on anything.” Shawn grinned, “Thanks Hitman, you’re the best there is and ever will be.” he said, pushing Bret to the side and slapping him on the arm. Bret closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. “The bathroom is to the left, I can get you something to change into.” He closed the door and turned to find Shawn already on the bed. “Are you fucking kidding me Michaels? You’re super fucking soaked. Get off the bed, now.” Shawn rose, propping himself on his elbows. “Oh man…I am?” he asked, real concern in his voice. “Uh, yeah. Get up.” Bret demanded. Shawn moved almost intentionally slow, the blankets getting more and more saturated. 

“Dammit Shawn. Get your ass to the bathroom.” he said, grabbing Shawn’s arm, shoving him towards the open doorway. “Alright, alright. Ya don’t gotta be so touchy.” Shawn almost immediately began stripping off his flashy costume. He shook off his vest and began removing those hideous chaps he insisted on wearing. He kicked off his boots next and in doing so Shawn had noticed Bret leaning against the door frame observing. Bret in an instant knew exactly what he was about to do. Shawn turned, his back facing him and commenced shimmying his tights down to wiggle his ass at him. “Like what ya see Hitman?” he taunted. Bret kept his face stoic, but could feel his cheeks beginning to flush. “Stop that shit and just get cleaned up would you?” he urged moving away. Shawn smirked, pulling his tights completely off. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”  

Bret began pulling the blankets and sheets off the bed, discarding them onto the floor. He could hear the water start to run and eventually steam wafted outside the door. He pulled out a plain white t-shirt and gray sweats from his suitcase for Shawn to wear. Bret climbed back into the bed to try and get some more sleep before they had to be on the road again. The shower stopped and after a few minutes, he felt the empty side of the mattress shift. “Absolutely not boytoy.” he murmured. “Oh come on Bret, there’s not even a couch in here.” Shawn whined. “Not my problem. This is already obnoxious without having dry blankets, you are not sleeping up here.” Shawn in a child-like tantrum, huffed off the bed and onto the floor with one of the pillows. Within minutes he was fast asleep.

Outside rain still poured and thunder intermittently boomed, a particularly loud burst was enough to rattle Bret awake again. The clock registered at 5:00AM. He could hear Shawn’s slow and steady breathing, surprised Shawn didn’t also wake. Rolling to the opposite side of the bed, Bret peered over. Shawn was lying on his side facing him. Long blonde hair fell down around his shoulder and pillow. His bangs draped over his eyes. Shawn was beautiful, anyone could see that. Bret found his eyes had lingered, observing the white t-shirt he let the man borrow had slightly uplifted, revealing a small glimpse of Shawn’s tanned stomach. Quickly he averted his gaze and rolled back over. Squeezing his eyes shut, focusing on the sounds outside in an attempt to stifle an unresolved hunger he had no business feeling towards the Heartbreak Kid.

Unable to rest, he again got out of bed to reside by the window in the lone chair. He needed air. He opened the window just enough to feel the cool misting of rain against his face. Minutes later he heard Shawn stirring, a small groan escaping from him as he stretched. Shawn sat upright, dreamily looking at Bret. “Can’t sleep Hitman?” he mumbled. Bret ignored him, keeping his view to the window. “I gotta take a leak.” Shawn yawned as he shuffled towards the bathroom. Bret listened as Shawn fumbled around in the dark, hearing the toilet flush and sink run. He came out in the middle of another yawn, “Fuck me, I’m gonna be sore. You think people will believe me when I say I’m sore after spending the night in the Hitman’s room?” he laughed. “Don’t even joke about that shit Shawn.” Bret spat. “I’ll kick you out right now, don’t test me.”

Shawn cautiously made his way to stand in front of him. “Come on, would it be so terrible? Maybe this is exactly what you and I need.” Shawn said, reaching out a hand to brush the inky strands of hair from Bret’s face. Bret caught his wrist, stopping him. “Don’t.” Shawn only invaded his space more, moving his leg to part Bret’s thighs. His free hand tilted Bret’s chin upward so he could meet his stare. “I know you look at me. Just like I knew you were looking at me over there.” he said, nodding his head in the direction of the bed. Bret jerked his head away irritated, but Shawn hadn’t released his grip. Shawn lowered himself, his mouth inches from his ear, “I like it when you look at me…”.

Bret felt many things for Shawn Michaels. Desire he could always snuff out, now he wasn’t so sure. Shawn closed the space between them, placing his lips to Bret’s temple. Bret involuntarily let go of Shawn’s wrist, finding he was nuzzling into Shawn as he continued to trail light kisses around the side of his face. “Touch me Bret…” Shawn sighed into him. Bret moved his hands to Shawn’s waist, tugging him forward so the younger man was situated between his thighs. Shawn moved his hands to cradle his face, lifting him slightly from the chair into an eager kiss. Bret let his own hands find their way under his t-shirt, running his fingers up Shawn’s back. “Come here.” Bret breathed against Shawn’s lips, guiding him to straddle his lap. 

Shawn smiled into their kiss, feeling Bret’s growing excitement beneath him. Shawn slid his hand down, teasing at Bret’s erection. “I knew you always had a hart on for me.” he joked. “Do you ever just shut the fuck up Michaels?” Bret gasped in between Shawn’s stroking. Their mouths fought for the upperhand, Bret captured Shawn’s bottom lip and bit down roughly. Shawn withdrew, taken aback, “Damn hitman.” he snickered, testing his lip for blood. He hated Shawn and this was probably a huge mistake, but all he wanted to do was make Shawn shut up. Swiftly he grabbed Shawn by the thighs, hoisting him up, and threw him to the bed. Shawn bounced onto the mattress, promptly grabbing at Bret’s shirt to yank him forward. Bret landed a quick peck to Shawn’s mouth before moving to devour his neck. Strategically he removed the pesky white t-shirt from Shawn, creating a makeshift tie to bind Shawn’s wrists.   

He ran his tongue down to Shawn’s shoulder; tasting sweat, motel body wash, and a hint of rain water. Not an ideal flavor, but damn did it taste good on Shawn. Bret flipped Shawn effortlessly onto his stomach, keeping hold of his bound wrists. He swept Shawn’s hair to the side, kissing the nape of his neck. Shawn arched into him, craning his neck to meet Bret’s lips. His fingers felt for the waistband of Shawn’s sweatpants, sliding his hand under the fabric, not surprised to find he wasn’t wearing underwear and grasping his cock. Letting go of his wrists, he tapped the side of Shawn’s hips, signaling Shawn to prop himself on his knees. Shawn read him easily as if inside the ring and elevated his backside, pushing against Bret’s groin, breaking their kiss and keeping his face down to the mattress.

“Holy shit, Hitman…I want you.” Shawn sputtered as Bret began to steadily pump Shawn’s dick. “Fuck, I’ve always wanted you, Bret.” he mumbled into the bed. How long had Shawn wanted him? Was it nearly as long as he wanted Shawn? Over the years he had indulged himself in the occasional sexy boy fantasy and every time he loathed himself for it. He was a complete hypocrite with each jab at Shawn for shooting that girly mag. Now he had Shawn under him, unapologetically jerking him off. He brought his free hand to clasp Shawn’s throat, easing him upward so he could relax against his chest. Bret continued his deliberate rhythm, relishing the low moans and the way Shawn began to thrust into Bret’s hand. “Jesus. Don’t stop.” Shawn whimpered, burying his face into Bret’s neck. He could tell Shawn was getting close, his panting becoming more rapid.

The feeling of Shawn nestled into his body was intoxicating. Sure, they had their physical history in the ring which was intimate in itself but maybe Shawn was right after all. Maybe this was exactly what they needed. What they couldn’t settle on the mat, they could settle behind closed doors. Bret pressed his lips to Shawn’s forehead, “You know I still hate you?” he said, his words muffled against Shawn’s skin and damp hair. “This doesn’t change anything between us.” The hold he had on Shawn’s neck became a little tighter. “Even with my…dick in your hand, you still…manage to be all business.” Shawn choked out as Bret’s pace began to quicken. Bret covered Shawn’s mouth, muting the wail expelling from him as he erupted into Bret’s hand. Shawn clawed at his hold with his own constrained wrists, his hips rutting wildly into Bret’s palm as he rode out his orgasm.       

Bret released Shawn, letting him drop to the mattress. He lay there exhausted, chest heaving and glistening with sweat. Shawn twisted his wrists from the tied up shirt, easily exiting his confines. “Bret baby…” Shawn with eyes still glazed over, rolled to face him. “Please, let me make you feel good too.” he begged, crawling between Bret’s legs to play with the drawstrings of his sweats. He lifted Bret’s shirt, kissing gently at his stomach. The touch of Shawn’s lips pressing at his skin made him shiver and the thought alone of the blonde going down on him was damn near enough to make him come. Against his better judgment, he leaned back and let Shawn take control. 

Shawn slid his sweats and underwear down, revealing his throbbing erection. Without much pause, Shawn took him into his mouth. He let his eyes flutter shut, Shawn clearly had done this a time or two. His mouth felt so warm, so good, his tongue hitting all the right places. He clutched at Shawn’s hair, allowing his fingers to entangle themselves. “God damn Michaels…” he managed to groan as Shawn licked up the length of his cock. He wasn’t going to last much longer. Shawn was unrelenting as he held tightly to Bret’s thighs, keeping him in place as his hips bucked desperately into the heat of Shawn’s mouth. He couldn’t help the mangled cry Shawn managed to pry out of him as he came. “Holy shit.” he breathed, unable to form anything else articulate. 

The rain seemed to intensify outside the window, brisk air filtering in and caressing their moist bodies. Shawn had positioned himself on top of Bret’s stomach, his chin resting on crossed arms. “I bet you didn’t hate me just now.” he purred. “Fuck you.” Bret smirked, propping a hand behind his neck. His dark eyes met Shawn’s baby blues. “What now?” Shawn asked. Bret’s other hand traveled down to brush the hair from Shawn’s face, tucking a rogue lock behind his ear. “I don’t know. We have to get up soon.” Shawn emitted a breathy sigh, “Let’s stay like this a bit longer.” he insisted. The Heartbreak Kid’s eyes closed as he leaned into the way Bret lazily threaded his fingers through his golden hair. 

Internally Bret felt the need to run, this dangerously bordered on affection. He should shove the younger man away, tell him to get lost, and figure out what to do before their next show. However, his needs and wants were very different. He had said nothing would change, but deep down he knew neither of them believed that. Would they fall back into their rivalry or back into bed? What was to follow after, they couldn’t know now and they didn’t have to address it just yet. This sweet silence was preferred to all the bullshit they put each other through. Even if they had got it wrong, they could figure out the details later. Before the other knew it, the sound of the rain mixed with their slow breathing lulled them to sleep. 

This quiet moment was theirs to keep.

[take-taker-taken]

ShawnXreader? Bratty reader getting a spanking from HBK?

Thank you, lovely Anon! Hope this hits the spot…

“Honey, I’m home!”

You grin at the sound of his voice as the front door opens and then you curse quietly as you realise the half-full takeout cup is still perched on the table. You leap up and grab it, swiftly tucking it away behind the couch. You’ve already had your quota of iced coffee ‘concoctions’ (as Shawn calls them), for the week and so you’ll be in trouble if he sees it.

You turn around with a smile and he drops his bag to the floor and opens his arms. With a happy giggle you leap into them and he kisses you, spins you around and sets you back on the floor before pulling you in for a deeper kiss. You close your eyes and drift into it when he suddenly stops and leans back, looking at you closely.

“What?” You pout at the abrupt end to the kiss but he just continues to stare, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Do I have something on my face?”

“Where is it?” He says, casting suspicious glances around the room and then turning back to you after noticing the ring of condensation on the table.

You feel yourself blush but try to appear nonchalant, saying with a frown, “Where is what?”

He gives you a warning look. “Baby girl, I can see the chocolate in the corners of your mouth and I can taste the coffee. Where is it - or did you finish it already?”

You roll your eyes and say huffily, “It’s only a drink.”

He gives his head a small shake and his tone is measured as he replies, “We’ve talked about this, remember, and you agreed that you were having too many of those things. You asked me to set a limit on how many you should have and so-”

“I wanted one!” You practically stamp your foot and your voice raises as you interrupt him.

All Shawn raises is his eyebrow. “Did you forget who you’re talking to? Sounds like you need a time-out, little girl; go stand in the corner.”

Folding your arms tightly and pouting, you go to push past him but he stops you with a hand on your shoulder. “After you answer my question and tell me where it is.”

“Find it yourself,” you mutter, shrugging his hand off.

“Yeah, keep it up, brat. You’ve just upgraded from a time-out to a spanking.”

You’re annoyed at yourself for letting him down and for being caught out, but you know that now he’s said you’re getting a spanking there’s no way back from it, so it’s time for damage limitation. “It’s behind the couch,” you say quietly, head down.

“Go get it.”

Dragging your feet slightly you go and retrieve the cup, before turning back around to face him and he inclines his head towards the door.

“Into the kitchen and get rid of it.”

With a small sigh you do as you’re told, carrying it through to the kitchen where you remove the lid and pour the liquid down the drain. You don’t care - it no longer seems as appealing as it did before. You rinse out the cup too, and you’re about to dry it a little when his voice floats through to you.

“It doesn’t take that long - get your butt back in here!”

You return to the living room and he’s sat on the couch, waiting. You pause in the doorway and then he beckons to you.

“Over my knee. Now. You know what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

You swallow and make your way over before slowly getting into position with your hips in his lap. He shifts you about a little and pulls your sweats and underwear down to your knees before guiding your arms out in front of you.

“You gonna keep those there, or do I need to hold on to your hands?”

“Keep ‘em,” You answer quietly and he strokes a hand down your back. The comfort is only momentary because in the next second his hand lands hard on your butt and you gasp with a mixture of shock and pain. He alternates between each cheek, delivering three more hard smacks and you whimper and clench your hands into fists.

“You know why you’re being punished, don’t you?” His free hand presses firmly into the middle of your back as he deals another half dozen blows.

“Uh huh - yes!” You correct yourself, knowing that you’re supposed to use your words.

He pauses the spanking for a moment and squeezes your cheeks. “Tell me,” He says quietly.

“I - I broke the rule about how many coffees I can have,” You say and then cry out as a fresh volley of hits lands on your skin.

“And…?”

You close your eyes briefly, feeling ashamed. “I - I lied to you about having it.”

“What else?” You don’t answer right away and so he unleashes again with a series of hard smacks that alternate on your cheeks, ending up with a couple of hits to your tender sit spot.

“I was rude! I’m sorry!” You kick your feet but to no avail as he just shifts to clamp one of your legs beneath his own.

“Quit struggling.” His tone is impassive and he reaches across to pinion your wrists without missing a beat before you have the chance to try and reach back to cover yourself. “You earned this baby girl, and you’re gonna take it.”

The only sounds for the next minute or so are the slap of palm against skin and you yelp and wriggle as he lands hard slaps to your bottom and thighs. Tears leak out, a mixture of pain and regret, as you twist your hands together within his grasp. Stupid coffee with it’s syrup and stupid chocolate cream…

“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I promise, please!” You cry out as the blows rain down, seemingly getting harder. How can his hands be so soft and yet so hard at the same time?

“Yeah, I bet.” He lands four more hard slaps, and the final one ends with his hand impacting and then rubbing firmly against your burning flesh. You wriggle forward as though trying to escape and then give in to the treatment, as however sore it is, the gesture signals the end of your ordeal.

“You gonna stick to our rules in future, baby girl?” He squeezes the flesh hard and you whimper, kicking your feet again.

“I promise!”

“Alright then,” He answers and releases you from his grip, helping you to your feet. “Into the corner now - five minutes.”

Normally you would pout and argue about corner time, but you’re fairly sure that your ass is a beacon and so without protest you allow him to set you upright and shuffle you to the corner.

“Hands on your head, baby girl. You have a little think there about our rules.”

Backside throbbing, you do as he says, amazed that your butt seems to have developed its own heartbeat.You know of course that you were wrong to break his rule, and even more so to lie about it. You sniff, feeling sorry for yourself and settle in for the wait…

~*~

“OK, we’re all done, baby girl. Out you come. Come on and give me a hug.”

You turn eagerly and throw yourself into his waiting arms, happily inhaling the scent of his skin. “‘M sorry,” You answer truthfully, “I won’t do it again.”

“Sure hope not,” He says, giving you a squeeze. “Much more fun things to do than punish you…”

You look up at him shyly. “Show me?”

…

TTT

[84reedsy]

Can I request female reader x SCSA with no. 48 “be a good girl and spread your legs” 🫢?

You paced in the bedroom. Steve had asked you to be waiting in his room when he returned from the road. You knew what he wanted; you knew his plan.

While you had fooled around (rather excessively) it had always stopped short. Many times, it was to your annoyance,  but Steve insisted you wait. You weren't sure why, he'd come close to splitting several zippers.

You were nervous,  but excited. Pacing wasn't helping so you sat on the edge of the bed instead. He would walk in and there you'd be waiting for him exactly where you wanted him. The silk and lace lingerie wouldn't leave much to his imagination.

All those moments that had ended just shy of desperately wanted pleasure played through your mind. You imagined feeling his hands traveling to places they hadn't before. Your hand slid up your thigh, tracing the path you hoped he'd take. 

You closed your eyes as you pictured him crawling on top of you,  his icy blue stare tearing down your resistance wordlessly. Your fingers slipped between your thighs and you moaned lightly at the gentle pressure of your fingertips.

“Doing my job for me?” A gruff, amused voice called from the doorway. You were startled, clamping your legs together as you were caught. His wry smile told you he didn't mind the show. 

“Just impatient for you to get here,” you smiled though your cheeks burned with embarrassment. 

He tossed his bag to the floor and with one hand grabbed the hem of his tshirt and slipped it off in a single movement. His thickly muscled arms flexed as he moved toward you and you licked your lips as he unbuckled his belt.

You slid slowly backwards on the bed, biting your lip as he slipped the belt out also in one fluid movement. 

“I oughta use this on you, naughty girl,” he folded the belt and snapped it together, making you jump, but giggle at his threat, “But…I like you naughty,”

He grabbed your ankle to keep you from scooting back any farther and pulled you back to him. 

“Where do you think you're going, young lady,” he smirks, unbuttoning his jeans as he crawls over you,  “you've got some business to take care of…”

He took your hand and slid it in his pants, letting you feel him first. The rigid, pulsing flesh made the air rush out from between your lips; his muscles weren't the only thing that was thick. 

“Now this is what I’ve wanted to play with,” Your voice low and sultry, arousal tingling in your core. You bit your lip and moaned as his fingers slid between your thighs with blind precision. 

“Mmm, let’s see how wet you can get, darlin,” He drawled in that raspy low tone. 

The words alone did the job, but his fingers slipping inside of you made you arch off the bed as he teased your gspot with purposeful control. You bit your lip and moaned as the heel of his palm pressed against your clit, the callous rubbing it roughly. Your grip around his shaft tightened as you squirmed under him, moving in short, paced strokes. 

“I gotta have a taste, baby…” He leaned down to kiss you with a teasingly light kiss, his lips moving downward, “Be a good girl and spread your legs”

Your legs moved apart slowly, but the nerves dissipated as he moved your panties to the side and his tongue licked up your slit. He made another slow pass, flicking it firmly over your clit as he hummed. Already almost to the edge from his manual stimulation, his mouth was bringing you to it even quicker. Your hands slid over his smooth head, pressing him into your desperately aching sex. Your hips rolled, his arms snaking around your thighs to hold you still by the hips. 

He was in control, reminding you. His rough beard rubbed against your pussy lips as he latched onto your clit and suckled it firmly. You couldn’t hold back any longer, cumming as he held you tightly. His hoarse groan vibrated against you, making your eyes roll back as you gasped in time with the pulsing pleasure that flooded through you. 

Your head still swam as he kissed your thigh, wiping the excess of your juices from his lips on it as well, before kicking off his jeans and laying over you, hooking his strong arm around one of your legs. The motion opened you up to him and he slid inside of you, aided by your wetness.

“Damn girl, you feel good,” He said in a raspy breath, sliding almost completely out before thrusting quickly to rest fully inside of you again. It was no less overwhelming each time he moved his hips, his throbbing manhood a welcome intrusion. His hips moved with reckless abandon, his body tensing as he watched you grasp your tits and pinch your own nipples. 

“Mmm, like that cock, don’t you?” he said, quickly replacing one of your hands with his mouth, your hand holding his head to it firmly as you rolled your hips to meet his ever harshening thrusts. You were glad he’d waited, this intense satisfaction was worth the wait and more. 

“God it feels so fucking good…” You whimpered, barely managing the words out before you moaned through another orgasm. 

You slid your hands down his ribs as his thrusts shortened and plowed you roughly. You held his waist, your thighs gripping his hips, your body hungry for his seed. With a raspy groan and stilted thrust and shook your entire body, his cum rushed from his cock, warming your sensitive womb. He moved slower now, but rode out each tremor of his release, soon collapsing next to you. 

“Damn, baby…just…damn” He said breathlessly, resting his arm over his sweaty forehead. 

You laughed to yourself, catching your breath as well, “Took the words right out of my mouth,”

[magnoliacharmed]

I’ll Show You A Winner

(not my gif!)

18+, Shawn Michaels x Fem!Reader one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Word count: 1,282

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

Summary:

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

Author's note: haha... yeah

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

“What’d you say?”

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

“Hmm.”

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

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

“Some man you are.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was until he slapped you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course it was, honey.”

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

“Damn straight.”

[andyisbleeding]

“Whore,” he moaned loudly. He was about to cum and was mad about it. You had been a brat all day and rubbed his cock over his jeans whenever you had a free hand. Kissing his neck and whispering filthy things in his ear in the quiet. He wrapped his hand tightly around your neck. “Is this what you want?” He thrust harder into you and squeezed at your nipples with his free hand. 

“Yes daddy,” you gasp.

‘Maybe next time you can share me?’ The thought made my pussy wet. The big red machine was yours and open to the thought of letting big brother watch. Maybe you’d be lucky enough to be shared by the two giants. 

[blowflyfag]

HEARTBREAK HOTEL

So! I originally wrote this for a friend of mine, and i dont usually focus on fem readers but i wanted to indulge her :) this is probably my... longest fic??? so get ready for a read folks. It is i wrote very early on.. so if it’s not the best i apologize. I also apologize for how much i describe the outfit and such since i did make it for a specific friend. 

THIS IS AN 18+ FIC IF YOU ARE A MINOR DO NOT LOOK AT THIS PLEASE

anyways i hope you all enjoy it!!!

Your hands tugged slightly on the skirt you were wearing, hands clenching and uncleaning around the fabric as you sat on the plush red heart shaped bed. A palpable nerve in the air… the tall guy didn’t help much either, he was practically as tall as the doorway. Dressed in a black leather vest and pants and sunglasses even though the room was already dark enough. At least you thought it was. The way he kept adjusting his glove over and over caused a small pit of dread in your stomach, he could fucking snap you like a twig probably. You looked foreword to avoid him from seeing your own prying eyes and you glanced towards the open bathroom door. The only clear gleam of normal light coming from it, breaking up the dark red lights of the room you were in and showing the small fog of cigarette smoke that wafted from the bathroom. Hearing the humming from it revealed to you what waited for you… maybe we should go back a little.

You weren’t really… into wrestling. Sure you’d see it on tv every now and then, glance at a magazine in the store or hear others chat about it but you never really thought about it too much. However when the opportunity to see a showing of Monday Night Raw live presented itself to you? Well why not see what the fuss was about. And boy did you see what the fuss was about, it was… amazing! High flying action, people fighting. Hell someone even almost hit you from the metal gate. It was.. exhilarating! You found yourself quickly becoming a fan, Wrestlers like Double J, Yokozuna, you had a soft spot for heels… They were more interesting than the good guys! But your favorite bad guy… your favorite heel. Shawn Michaels.. he was many people's heart throb and the heartbreak kid maybe had you by the heartstrings. When showings weren’t happening in your town you'd find yourself rushing home to catch Monday Night Raw, just to possibly see the HeartBreak Kid.

But how did you end up in this cheesy love hotel? Well you and your friends decided to take a spontaneous trip. Las Vegas.. while you wouldn’t normally agree to it you had Paid Time off you needed to use and hey your friend offered for the ticket. Why not… and when you learned a showing of Monday Night Raw was happening at a theater near your hotel..? Well the two of you decided to go. It would be a fun memory! So there you two were at ringside, hooting and hollering as the match. You were dressed a bit nicer than usual. Your friend had spoken beforehand about how he knew someone who would be working at the event and could possibly slip the both of you backstage after it all to meet a few of your favorites! Maybe get an autograph signed luckily if possible but best to not push you luck too much. So you were dressed in a cute white top, a pale pink skirt and your favorite pink buckled shoes, walking in them could be a nightmare but god were they cute. The match was everything you could’ve wanted and more. Doink and Dink showed up to fight some new baby face, your friend got squirted by the flower Doink had on him, The Qubecers somehow won another match against the Smoking Guns but… that seemed to be a constant with how dirty they played.. and then the best part of the night show far. The familiar choir of woman’s moaning started and you let out an excited gasp. Shawn Michaels, with his bodyguard Big Daddy Cool Diesel making their way down the walkway and to the ring. The way he walked, the way he carried himself. God it was like being shot with Cupid’s bow and he was the first person you’d laid eyes on. You couldn’t deny that Diesel as well was a physical specimen to be gawked at. The embodiment of strength it seemed at some times, he reminded you almost of a Greek statue. As Shawn was doing his. “Glorified strip tease” to prepare for the match you watched the hat be flung in your direction. Excitedly you reached up to catch it in your grasp looking over to your friend with excitement evident in your face as you clung to the hat tightly in your grasp. For the match Shawn was going up against IRS. It was quite the match. Hell even Diesel walked by you guys for a moment to throw IRS back into the ring after Shawn had kicked him out. In the end Shawn won the match, dancing around as he did when he won that had you staring at every movement in awe.

Once the match had wrapped up you were grabbing your bag and looking towards the stairs before your friend grabbed you to motion for you to go back to your seat. “Hey. Remember what I said? My guy just needs us to wait for it to clear out a bit and then he’ll grab us ok? We just gotta wait.” He whispered to you and you nodded. Still holding onto the hat that had been flung at you with a giddiness in your soul. So you two sat, talking about the exciting match you had watched, your hopes for the next one you’d catch on tv before some came towards the gate. “Hey uh.. guys.” He seemed awkward… but this had to be the guy your friend had been talking about seeing how they got up to high five the guy. 

“Kenny! My man! You hooked us up right? We’re not gonna get you fired or anything?” Your friend asked and this Kenny shook his head. 

“Nahhh. The guys love meeting fans. ‘Specially the chicks.” Kenny said as he looked to you with a half smile. You offered your own weak smile back as you got up. Dusting yourself off before following him and your friend down the ramp, in a way following the footsteps so many wrestlers you were a fan of had. 

There was a bustle and commotion in the backrooms of the arena, staff walking by hurriedly to pack up stuff and others talking loudly on flip phones about… well you didn’t even know what. You stuck close to your friend as your heels clicked against the ground. You felt an excitement boiling and bubbling in your stomach that you couldn’t deny, you were actually gonna be face to face with wrestlers you liked! Who were you even going to talk to first… should you ask questions.. would you- your thoughts were cut off by your nudging you. “Hey. You lost in your mind again or something?”

“Huh..? Yeah I’m sorry! I’m just.. really excited.” You offered with a small giggle and Kenny chuckled.

“It’s no worry! I can imagine how exciting this is. So. Who you wanna see first… wait. Let me guess.” He said with a smirk. Glancing back to you and then down to the hat in your hand. “Could it beeeee… The Heartbreak Kid?” He asked and your eyes widened a bit. 

“Oh I wouldn’t want to be a burden! I know he was just in the ring and-“ Kenny cut you off abruptly. 

“Oh trust me. He’s not gonna mind if it’s you sweetheart.” Kenny snickered before looking at your friend and smirking. “Razor Ramon?”

“What! Am I that predictable?” They asked with a snicker before looking back to you. “Hey… you gonna be ok with them on your own and stuff..? I can always stay with you before I meet Razor and-“ now it was your turn to cut someone off.

“I’ll be fine.” You gave his arm a reassuring squeeze. “Promise. I’m a big girl.” You giggled and your friend rolled his eyes. Shoving you playfully before you both continued to follow after Kenny before he stopped at a door and rapped on it a few times. 

“Hey! You got a fan out here.” Kenny yelled through the door and you raised a brow as you heard what sounded like some stumbling before the door flew open. Shawn Michaels. Shawn Fucking Michaels was less then 3 feet in front of you. God he was even more beautiful up close. He looked at your friend first. Half expecting it to be him who wanted to meet him but your friend simply shook his head, motioning to you with a slight head movement.

You froze for a moment as the spotlight was put on you. You cleared your throat and smiled wide. Telling him your name as you took his hand to shake, except he didn’t. He pulled it to his mouth to place a chaste kiss upon it.. you nerves shot and you felt yourself let out a nervous giggle out of reflex, “you.. uh. Would you like this back?” You said as you offered the hat to him that he had thrown during the set. He looked at it before smirking towards you.

“If it’d make you happy you could keep it.” He offered and you let out a small hum of excitement. Looking at him with such admiration in your eyes.

Kenny cleared his throat as he clapped his hands together. “Alright. Perfect. Since you two are getting along so great. I’m gonna get our man here to his own meetup.” He said as he patted your friend on the chest and they rolled their eyes. 

“You sure you’re gonna be fine?”

“More than fine.” You offered as you went to give your friend a playful nudge. They chuckled and nodded. 

“Alright… just. Keep me in the loop alright?” They offered as you nodded excitedly and they scoffed before turning on their heel to follow after Kenny. You watched them walk off down the hall before feeling an arm wrap around your waist to pull you into their form.

“C'mon in. Be rude to leave you waiting out here in the cold.” Shawn said in a teasing tone that had you giggling like a dumb blond as you followed him into the locker room. He shut the door behind you once you had walked in. You looked around before stopping your movement, you noticed the large man near the locker, leaned against it as he pulled down his fingerless glove. Big Daddy Cool Diesel. Of course you knew him. He was Shawn’s bodyguard… of course he’d be here too.

“Big Daddy!” Shawn started enthusiastically as he placed his hands on your shoulders. “This is our friend (y/n)! She’s a real big fan.” He emphasized real, Causing you to offer a sheepish smile and small wave. 

“It’s very nice to meet you.” You started and only received a glance from over his shades before he looked back up. Shawn rolled his eyes and gave your shoulders a small squeeze. 

“Promise he’s more fun.. especially if we get him a bit warmed up. But what is it you want sweetheart? Photo? Autograph? What can Shawn Michaels do for you?” He asked effortlessly. As if it was a routine he had done a hundred and one times before.. or he was just a charming devil. 

What.. Did you even want out of Shawn Michaels. I mean. You knew what you wanted. But you feared saying that would leave you being hauled away by security and banned from any more shows. You have a nervous smile as you shrug your shoulders. “I’m sorry I just.. I’m very excited to be here right now. It's hard to think straight.” You admitted  and Shawn chuckled slightly. “

Oh I completely understand. I would be in awe in front of the Heartbreak Kid as well.” 

Humble didn’t seem to be a word in Shawn’s dictionary. So for a while you stayed there. Absentmindedly talking about the match, other wrestlers, upcoming events that maybe you shouldn’t have been let on… but the insider knowledge did make you feel special. As the time kept ticking however Shawn eventually stretched. “Say. You got anywhere to be tonight?” He offered and you quickly shook your head.. what. It was only 11:30… and Vegas never seemed to sleep. “How about you come out with me and Diesel tonight? Make you feel real special. We’ll give you the work around.” He offered as he sprung up from his seat on the bench. Going towards the locker to slip his jacket on. 

“Are you sure it won’t be a hassle? I don’t want to be any trouble getting back to my hotel and-“

“You can stay the night with us! It won’t be a burden at all!” Shawn interrupted you as he wrapped a hand around your shoulders to pull you close causing you to giggle. What the hell… why not. When would you ever have this chance again! 

So here you were. After a night of being driven around by a taxi driver to see the lights and sights you found yourself in their hotel room… one bed. An obnoxious heart shaped bed that seemed less and less practical as you thought it over, that red wallpaper, and the smell. A smell of sex that never seemed to have fully escaped the room. Your grip tightened on your skirt as you glanced towards Diesel once again. He himself seemed a bit annoyed by Shawn’s… insistence on fixing himself up... but it had been what. 15 minutes now? But just as you thought it over Shawn came out of the bathroom with that lopsided smile that looked perfect on him. 

“So sorry to keep you waiting sweetheart.” He said with a somewhat sincere tone. Leaning close to bringing your chin up to meet his gaze before glancing at Diesel. “Diesel! Least you could’ve done was warm the lady up bud. Last thing we’d want is for a fan to be uncomfortable right?” He asked with a cocked brow and Diesel grumbled something as he turned his head to the side. 

“Is… is he gonna stay in here during… this?” You asked and Shawn let out a small hum.

“Oh Baby.” He began before smiling. 

“We’re a package deal.” He said before bringing your lips to meet his. His kiss was needy. Desperate almost as his hands went to rest on your hips to pull him closer to him. Your own hands went to reach up to cup his face. A kiss that sent electric shocks through your body. It distracted you enough that you didn’t feel the bed dip from behind you, only feeling the sensation of large hands on your thighs and lips attaching to your neck. You let out a small gasp at the new sensations allowing for Shawn to deepen the kiss with you.

You were practically sandwiched between the two. Your wildest dreams finally coming true this very night. Your hands moved to grasp Shawn’s hair. Giving it a small tug which caused a small whine from him that sent shivers down your spine. Diesel’s hands gripped your thighs a bit tighter before the grip loosened as his hand slowly trailed up to the hem of your shirt. Shawn pulled away from the kiss leaving you panting for air as you raised your arms to help Diesel get you top off. You watched as it was thrown halfway across the room practically before watching as Shawn began to shimmy off the jeans he had been wearing, making a bit of a show out of it.. like he did with everything. However your attention was dragged around as you felt a large hand on your face. Directing you to look to the side where you were met by Diesel who continued where Shawn had left off. Kissing you deeply as his hand slowly trailed down your stomach towards the hem of your skirt. You quickly went to help. Sliding the fabric down your waist to leave you in only your undergarments. Diesel moved to slide his hand inside your underwear, large hands quickly finding that sensitive little Nub that had your hips bucking foreword. 

“We’ve got a lively one huh?” Shawn teased with a wolfish smirk before sinking to his knees in front of you. “Works perfectly for me. I knew you’d warm her up just fine Diesel! Just next time.. why don’t you do it while I’m getting ready Hm? Don’t want it to be awkward for our company.” Shawn raised a brow before pulling your underwear down your leg and smiling wide at the prize presented to him. Diesel rubbing and teasing your clit, having you moan wildly into his mouth, Shawn quickly moved forward to latch onto your weeping cunt, licking eagerly which had you pulling away to cry out in pleasure. Legs shaking before Diesel set his free hand on one.

“Cmon. You can take it. You were doing so well!” His tone was almost teasing as his fingers kept circling your clit, having your stomach knot and coil. Your hands quickly went to grip the leather of Diesel’s pants and you cried out. Honestly the barrage from both of them had you cumming almost instantly, your back arching as you cried out in pleasure. Shawn pulled away from your pussy with a smile on his face. Wiping his lips before looking to Diesel who also withdrew his hand from your clit as he patted your thigh. His gaze met Shawn’s which had a playful nature to it. Holding his hand out expectantly in a fist, Diesel quickly followed suit as well.. were… were they really playing rock paper scissors? Rock beats Scissors, Diesel had won the game. Shawn rolled his eyes. “Best of Thre-“

“Shawn. You said it yourself. We’ve kept the poor girl waiting long enough.” Diesel smirked as he patted your thigh and Shawn relented. 

“Right right. How selfish of me.” He cooed as he tussled your hair before moving back towards the top of the bed. Diesel helped you shift to your stomach. Rubbing a small circle into your lower back before pulling away. Shawn himself sat expectantly. Legs spread as he looked at you with a smile. “You still got energy in you pretty girl?” He asked as he went to place a hand on your head. You nodded before moving a bit closer to take his cock in your mouth, savoring it for a moment before beginning to bob your head slowly along the length, shawn tilted his head back. Letting out a small sigh as he closed his eyes and tightened the grip on your hair. “That’s it sweetheart…. You’ve got it.” He encouraged. But you were brought out of the bubble abruptly.

You felt a heat prodding at your entrance. Big. That was the first thing that came to mind, big, hot, heavy. You glanced back to see Diesel Aligning himself. Teasing a bit with long drags against your pussy that would occasionally graze your clit causing a small whine that caused a groan from Shawn. “Diesel… whatever you’re doing don’t fuckin stop man…” Shawn said before looking to his bodyguard who smirked before finally inserting himself. Your legs shook ever so slightly as he did, back arching as you went to pull away from Shawn to let out a moan. Diesel filled you up in all the right spots, as if he was made perfectly for you. They both were. You almost were sure this was a dream. This couldn’t be possible. But Shawn quickly brought you back to the moment as he cupped your face with one hand. 

“Thought you said you had it in you.” He teased and you gulped. Whining for a moment as Diesel worked on pounding into you. You gripped the sheets tightly before you sunk your head down back to Shawn’s length to continue your earlier work, bobbing your head up and down, running your tongue along his stupid pretty cock. No wonder he was always so showy about it.. about himself. He was an enigma almost, a modern day Dionysus. You moved your hands to grip Shawn’s thighs instead, it helped you feel a bit more grounded in a sense… 

Diesel’s thrusts into you had you seeing stars, he could be so brutal with his grip around your waist… his hands were huge. But it was a good brutal. The kind of brutal you’d think back oh and go man. That was a wild night… 

You pulled away from Shawn’s length for a moment to catch your breath. Your hand going to take the place of your mouth, it was well lubed up enough at this rate, you quickly began to move your hand up and down the length. Looking up to Shawn with pretty doe like eyes. 

“A-am I doing good..?” You asked with a smile. You knew you were doing good. You placed his tip to your ginge as you kept your hand movements going, Shawn gritted his teeth slightly as his hands gripped your hair. 

“Fuck… fuck yeah you’re doing good just..” he let out a small groan, it didn’t take long before he had come undone and was spewing into your mouth. You quickly wrapped your mouth around the tip to try to catch as much as you could, hand still working to pump what was left into your mouth. Once it was over and you pulled away from him, his head slumped as he panted. “Jesus sweetheart…” he began with a smile before looking at you, his eyes softening as he watched Diesel work. Pounding into with a vigor that he had experienced himself. Shawn took his time reaching over towards a heart shaped ashtray to start a smoke for himself,  he might as well enjoy the show. Diesel had hiked one of your legs up to get deeper inside, if that was even possible but you seemed to be enjoying it with the way your eyes rolled back and hands dug into the sheets as if at any moment they’d disappear from under you. It didn’t take long before that coil in you snapped once again causing you to spiral and cry out as you came against Diesel’s length, before Diesel himself finished he pulled out abruptly to furiously rub himself to finish. He ended up spraying his load on your stomach as he panted slightly. Looking down at you before fixing himself to put himself back in his pants.

The rest of the night was a blur. To fucked out of your mind to clearly recall but you remembered bits and pieces, heart shaped bathtub, Shawn and Diesel kissing, how comfy the bed was once you were under the covers… no wonder you passed out so quickly… and when you awoke you were on your own. You looked around for a moment before rubbing your hips.. Diesel had done a number on you. On the bedside table sat a tray.. someone must’ve called room service for you before leaving… it made you feel. Nice that they had thought of that for you. Your clothes were neatly folded and set on one of the chairs with your bag, and the hat on top, and near the tray you noticed a little piece of paper.

‘Call me if you ever need some good fashion lovin~’ 

The flowy handwriting and number made you feel giddy… he left you his number. Shawn Michaels left you his number. You quickly went to put the piece of paper in your bag. Stumbling a bit to get there but once you did your phone began to ring. You stared at the number for a moment before picking up.

“Hey! I was wondering when you’d pick up!” Your friend's voice rang out and you smiled. 

“Sorry just… slept in. That’s all.”

“Slept in. Uh huh. Yeah sure I totally believe it.” They teased, causing you to giggle. 

“Oh whatever… how’d it go last night with Razoooor Ramon.” You said in your own teasing tone and you could hear the snicker from the other line. 

“Oh it went just fine. I won’t get into the nitty gritty… but where are you at? I want to make sure I don’t lose you.”

“I’m at the heartbreak hotel.” You could practically hear your friends gasp in realization at what your night had been like. You snickered, telling your friend to give you a little to get ready before you’d be ready to go…

[rainchyna]

PENT UP.

SHAWN MICHAELS X FEM!READER

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If only you were mine.

“you.” You truthfully answer.

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

Only his, you were all his now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[arminmiflaco]

I can't take it anymore, I need him so bad💔💔

I just want him to grab me and spank me until I cry, degrade me while calling me 'princess' and ruining me in every way possible...

No matter how old he gets he will always look so hot😍😍😍 pussy on fire🔥🔥🔥🔥‼️🗣

[ughdoir]

꣑ৎ jey & jimmy uso! shopping spree turned threesome?!

contains black female reader, one thousand three hundred and sixty four words, lowercase intended, absolute filth, exhibitionist, degradation, praise, dirty talk, rough, threesome, unprotected sex (no glove no love), brothers, sharing kink.minors don’t interact

the twins trudge behind you their air jordans dragging along the marble floor of the mall accompanying you to find a dress for the media event tonight.

you’ve been to windsor, h&m and torrid never satisfied with the outcome, regretting your time management skills to do this hours before press. they’re cracking jokes each sipping on a strawberry lemonade as they groaned.

“girl don’t you already have clothes to wear?” johnathan commented the older brother by nine minutes fed up with your indecisive and bratty behavior.

joshua shook his head sensing the lovers quarrel. “real shit uce I’m tired.” he jokingly yawned extending his tattooed arms to hit jon in the back of the head.

the two start bickering pretending to super kick each other and attempt multiple german suplexes. they’re children something you’ve discovered while being paired with the tag team champions.

“immature.” you whispered to yourself. the tory burch sandals leading you ahead and into another boutique known for prom and cocktail dresses.

“you couldn’t wait for us princess?” joshua retorts, while jon skipped behind you placing his head on your shoulder to kiss your cheek playfully.

you ignored both of them gently pushing jon away as your acrylics skimmed through the rack, a light pink open back dress catching your attention.

“what you don’t hear us girl?” jon took the dress from you sizing you up and down for intimidation. the champions were the last people to upset, easygoing of course but they didn’t have time for pretty girls with bad attitudes, and their valet was no exception.

“I’m going to try this on.” you snatch the dress from his hands the twins scoffing at your boldness sitting on the black leather couch adjacent your dressing room. the store virtually empty this morning.

the lights were bright in the small cubicle discarding your denim shorts and white tank you glance at yourself in the mirror. deep wave bundles stopping just above your ass, with a matching purple set from savage x fenty you looked good and they knew it.

you slid the dress up your frame hugging your curves and accentuating your ass. not too short but definitely not long enough for sexiness pairing this piece with silver jewelry would be best.

“johnathan!” you whined dragging his name out as you needed him to unzip the back. the bond with him much more playful than joshua. his footsteps approached opening the wooden door carefully.

“can you help me please.” your eyes pleaded halfway apologetic for the way you treated him earlier.

“so now you want to play nice?” jon’s fingers come into contact with the zipper the cold metal making you shiver as his breath fanned your neck.

you swallowed feeling the air thicken as he’s never been so close before. of course you guys play around but beyond that did you really have feelings for him.

the handsome man black hair braided the way you always did before a match, samoan tribal art decorating his body rich in heritage and facial hair trimmed in line with his shape up made you want to ride his face.. wait what.

anyway you’re brought back to earth his fingers dancing small circles on your back as the dress pools around your feet, body on display for his hungry eyes. “tell me what you’re thinking about.” he’s biting his lip standing inches above your frame.

you freeze only managing a whimper confused by your sudden demeanor. you’re timid but strangely aroused, a particular burn growing between your thighs as your confidence lessens. “nothing to say hmm, what happened to all that mouth earlier?” he challenges slipping you out of your thong.

right here of all places the changing room at a mall. surrounded by others importantly his brother an earshot away you couldn’t comprehend this foolishness.

once your back hit the wall he promptly lifted your leg balancing it on his broad shoulders as he delivered kisses to your inner thigh calming your racing thoughts. his eyes stared at your drenched core while your other leg wobbled in anticipation.

“be a good girl and stay quiet so we don’t get caught.” he looked up through hooded eyes the sight of his head settled between your thighs enough to make you cum. you nodded words not able to form.

his tongue flicked your aching clit slowly. finding it again to suck harshly his pink plump lips expertly lapping at your juices pushing a finger inside of you.

you wanted to scream ,the mirror imaging your exposed breast as johnathan’s head moved with passion easing another finger inside. explicit.

joshua grew impatient his temper getting the best of him as his twin vanished into the dressing room. as expected he was in competition with jon. betting on who could make you laugh more, or who could score first in the bedroom.

josh thought you were gorgeous a rookie who worked her ass off to the main roster in three months, training harder than anyone and even lighting a fire under the twins ass for improvement it was nobel.

joshua approaches the wooden door turning the handle as he stares with wide eyes. “damn uce!” jonathan didn’t falter the assault on your pussy seemingly increasing as he licked faster cupping your ass to grind on his face.

“so that’s what took so long.” joshua chucked stepping inside to lock the door behind him. he’s used to sharing women with his brother not anticipating it would’ve been so easy after all you’re quite reserved.

“never thought I’d see you like this mama” joshua laughs extending a finger to your nipples to flick and squeeze the buds. the added pleasure sending you over the edge into jonanthan’s mouth painting his tongue as your stomach churned with ecstasy.

jon wipes his mouth the large print in his leather pants on display as he pulls them off. shedding his boxers as well to sit on the bench precum glistening around his head. joshua follows suit rubbing the head of his cock with a groan the brothers not shy about their intentions with you.

you straddle jon’s lap reverse cow girl the only option between the tight walls. trailing your finger between your folds you slide down on his dick the burn torture from his girth.

you have no idea how you managed not to be caught surely this is just a scheme to get you all fired but nonetheless you bounce on him.

his strokes slow and methodical holding on for dear life to not moan. you both get desperate the distinctive sound of skin slapping together makes you whimper as joshua kisses you drowning the noise.

you’re no whore but you could be. the idea of a common slut for the twins ignites the lust inside of you. it’s all to real as joshua brings your head down. slapping his tip against your lips for entrance while your tongue greedily licks in one swift motion.

“suck his dick baby don’t be shy now.” jonathan grunts in your ear. you’re obedient josh pushing into your throat to make you gag.

grabbing a fistful of your curly hair he shoves you down further not knowing you could go so deep the slobber inadvertently collecting on the floor.

joshua’s thrusting as his twin does the same to your pussy both placing a hand around your throat for aggression the two grinning at your fucked out expression.

“gonna be ours forever now” Joshua taunts as ropes of cum stream down your face swallowing happily as he pulls away slapping your face in response for being so adorable.

your pussy is clenching around Jon milking him as he sucks on your neck, your chocolate skin pushing him over the edge.

“gonna cum right in this pussy.” he’s slurring letting joshua’s fingers find your clit rubbing as your body jerks releasing with a loud moan oblivious to who could hear anymore.

jon follows after you his cum coating your walls thankful for contraception at this time. you’re in a haze the smell of sex in the air as you close your eyes spent from the adrenaline.

“let’s buy this dress sweetheart we don’t have all day.”

[90s-suplex]

Just watched that clip of Stone Cold chasing Stephanie and it made me feel some kind of way 😵‍💫 also he was going around calling everyone pathetic every 5 minutes (totally doesn't make me think about him calling me a pathetic whore oh no 🫠)

Me too 😖 When he grabbed stephanie by the back of her neck and tossed her into the ring ???? #needthat

I feel like he would def call you slut/whore but hear me out he‘d also call you a bimbo :3  there were a couple segments where scsa called molly holly “nothing but a little bimbo“ or something along those lines … The brat taming from him would be insane,,, I just know it oh god

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ʚ🍓ɞ - After months of secret hook ups in hotels, rental cars and backstage areas - Shawn grows tired and finally takes charge. Making a plan so Janet can be his and only his.

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( づ🍓 - Wanting someone who's in a new relationship is incredibly challenging, especially when that someone is your best friend...

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( づ🍓 ~ Jonathan (Jimmy Uso), Trinity (Naomi) and Josh (Jey Uso) help Lola with a very special surprise for her husband's 38th birthday. Bringing herself back to her roots.

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( づ🍓 - The ladies of WCW convince Vivica to plan an exclusive night so she could finally have her first time with her freshly new divorced boyfriend, Bret Hart.

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