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take-taker-taken · 1 year ago

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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?”

…

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double-vandammage · 5 months ago

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Title: Stripped

Word count: 2,192

Rating: 18+

Ship: Bret Hart x Shawn Michaels

Tags/Warnings: Shawn POV, Jealous!Bret, Strip tease, Pet names, Biting, Anal sex, hand jobs, play fighting

Also posted to my a03: aa_beatrix

Oh my this took a lot out of me. 🫣 I spent many nights wrestling with my thoughts on how to write a sexy strip tease and this was the result. I listened to Cherry Pie by Warrant more times than I care to admit to help move this thing along. It turned out WAY smuttier than my first Hartbreak fic I was originally embarrassed to write. 🥴

I got inspiration from the In Your House: HBK vs. Goldust Dark Match for the WWF Title (10/20/1996). That gave me a mixed bag of emotions and I am still thinking about it. 😵‍💫

Shawn waited for Bret leaning against the side of the ring. The stadium seats were vacant and shrouded in darkness save the overhead lights illuminating the empty ring. The match he had with Goldust was sure to have ruffled a few feathers, including one Hitman. The two had been messing around for months on and off. They would meet in private before, after, and in between various matches or promos. Nothing got Shawn going faster than when Bret would berate him in front of a live audience. Surprisingly enough Bret had made the first move. What began as a fistfight ended with a kiss. Shawn found himself backed into a wall, preparing for a punch. Instead he was met with Bret’s lips on his. It was lust at first fight.

“Quite the show you put on with Goldie.” came Bret’s low voice from out of the shadows. Shawn smiled, eyeing Bret’s delicious frame striding down the entrance aisle. “Aw, you know Goldie ain’t mean nothin’ by it.” he grinned. Bret placed his hands on either side of Shawn, bracing himself with the edge of the ring. “You kissed him.” Bret said, those dark eyes searching him. “All part of the act, sugar.” Shawn drawled, hooking his fingers into the belt loops of Bret’s jeans, and tugging him closer. He moved in for a kiss, but Bret was quick to grab a handful of hair to stop him. Shawn let out a sharp hiss in response. “Not so fast boytoy.” Bret commanded, swiftly twisting Shawn around to face the ring. “Someone needs to teach you a lesson…get in the ring.” he growled into Shawn’s ear, nipping at the skin.

Shawn hurriedly jumped up and rolled under the ropes, standing to lock eyes with the Hitman. Bret began to leisurely make his way around the ring, never breaking his focus with Shawn. “Take off your clothes.” he demanded cooly. Bret was never usually this forward and never asked him to strip. May have had something to do with his entrance. Maybe. “Really?” Shawn asked, eyebrows raised. Bret stopped, “Now.” he ordered. “Well okay darlin’.” Shawn beamed, moving center stage. He wasn’t used to a party of one and no music, but who was he to argue with Bret The Hitman Hart?

He watched as Bret pulled a chair from under the ring, setting it up in the aisle. He had strategically placed the chair just before the overhead lights, obscuring the older man from Shawn’s view. Shawn shrugged out of his jacket first, swinging it a few times before letting it fly. Slowly he undid his belt buckle, gliding the strap from his waist. He paraded around as he usually did, untucking his t-shirt and giving Bret just a peak of his chest and stomach before covering back up. He removed his hair tie, giving his head a few good shakes to show off his soft blonde hair. Shawn knew how much Bret secretly salivated over how his lengthy hair would cascade past his shoulders and down his back.

He fell to his knees, bringing his t-shirt back up to expose his stomach and chest again, placing the hem of the t-shirt in his mouth. Unfastening the button and zipper of his jeans, he leaned back to then kick off his boots. Bret remained reserved, continuing to hide in the black. “You can join me anytime Bret baby.” he cooed, shedding his t-shirt and flinging it to the side. He lied down, stretching out on the mat, and began to sluggishly peel off his jeans. He slid his boxers down just enough for Bret to admire the cut of his hips. “Leave 'em on.” Bret said sharply, voice echoing. “Ya wanna take ‘em off cowboy?” Shawn teased, biting his lower lip. The chair Bret was sitting in, scraped across the floor as he stood up. Shawn’s heart began to race with anticipation as Bret approached him, his dick already hard.

Bret entered the ring in between the ropes, kneeling to crawl towards Shawn, and moving among his legs. He kissed his knee, beginning a careful ascent with his lips to his thigh and hip. Bret’s fingers dug into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them only to expose the heart tattoo above his ass. Shawn was well aware of Bret’s stance on his tattoos, he heard it regularly during the show but now he only seemed too pleased to see it. Bret licked at the tattoo, tenderly sucking at the skin. He shifted back to kiss his inner thighs, taunting Shawn’s erection. His breath caught as Bret bit down on his flesh. “Holy Jesus, don’t keep me waiting.” Shawn begged, his hands finding Bret’s mess of hair, trying to guide him towards his dick. Instead Bret rose to a standing position, holding Shawn’s legs in the air. “Oh shi-, oh come on!” he managed to squeak out before he was forced and curled into a sharpshooter.

Shawn felt his back scream as Bret contorted his body and held fast with his most notorious move. “Fuckin’ ow.” he wheezed, scrabbling against the mat. Bret gritted his teeth, adamant in keeping Shawn stuck. “How you doin’ boytoy?” he asked, mocking. Shawn smiled, “Jokes on you mark man, I’m only getting more turned on.” Bret squeezed, tightening his hold. “Is that so?” he freed Shawn, allowing his legs to flop to the floor. Not wasting any time, Bret flipped him; his back smacking harshly into the mat. Bret pried off Shawn’s boxers, nearly tearing them to reveal his slick and pulsing member. “He sure is happy to see ya.” Shawn said, highly amused. Hastily in an effort to avoid another opening for Bret, he knocked Bret’s feet out from under him, and caught him in a headlock.

“Fuck.” Bret snarled. “Not much fun being on the receiving end huh?” he jabbed. Shawn knew he would much prefer for Bret to be inside him right about now, but holding him in a naked headlock was too good. He could practically feel Bret’s seething annoyance. “Are you ready to play nice?” he asked, continuing his solid grip on Bret’s neck. “Not quite.” he grunted, slithering out of his grasp to firmly wrench Shawn’s arm up and behind his back. Again he found himself face first into the mat, Bret letting his full weight rest on top of him. “Ah– god damn.” he panted into the ground. Bret leaned down, kissing the length of his shoulder and running his tongue up the side of his throat. He sank his teeth into his skin, biting him again. Shawn winced, a mix of pain and delight flooding his body.

Bret fumbled around for his jacket pocket, withdrawing a condom and small tube of lubricant. “Such a boy scout.” Shawn groaned, as Bret began to work him open, inserting his fingers leisurely one by one. He could sense Bret’s impatience, wanting badly to punish him. He closed his eyes, listening to the shuffle of Bret undoing his pants and pushing them down. He inhaled sharply as he felt Bret enter him. Bret let his head fall onto Shawn’s back, his breath hot against his flesh. He kept one hand attached to Shawn’s hip while the other continued to contain his arm behind his back. Bret sank into him slowly at first with each thrust becoming more and more vigorous. “Bret baby…” he whined, reaching to touch his own leaking cock.

“I don’t think so.” Bret said, bending Shawn’s arm to join the other; preventing any further movement. “Oh fuck you.” Shawn moaned with agony. He squirmed under the weight of the Hitman driving his dick deeper, keeping his rhythm unrelenting. The side of his cheek rubbed into the mat as he turned to whip away his long hair clinging from his face. His body was already drenched with sweat. After what felt like an eternity of depriving the desperate ache between his legs, Bret began a rapid stroke to match the pace of his hips. Shawn’s body turned weak, unable to sustain the arch in his back. He had no more snarky remarks left, he was reduced to whimpering nonsense.

“Jesus, you feel so good.” Bret gasped. Shawn was in a haze, Bret’s motions becoming more erratic as he pounded into him. He felt Bret’s teeth rake at his shoulder, biting down harshly and grunting a string of obscenities as he came. Shawn yelped over the sudden sting at his shoulder, it was definitely going to leave a mark. The sensation would only fuel his pleasure, threatening to throw him off the edge. Bret licked at the fresh wound he inflicted, causing Shawn’s heart to stutter. “Motherfucker-…” he choked, his face still rigid against the mat. Bret remained inside of him, dick pulsing. Shawn’s arms were released, sore from being restrained. He steeled himself as Bret kept him propped on his knees. Bret continued to pump his cock, his cadence turning torturously slow.

Shawn thrashed around in a frenzy, his hips bucking into Bret’s fist. He knew as another form of punishment, Bret was only going to let Shawn cum on his terms. Bret lowered their bodies to relax onto the mat so he could nuzzle his face into the back of Shawn’s head. “You gonna behave?” Bret muttered, his words muffled through Shawn’s damp hair. “God no.” Shawn exhaled, ready to blow through his fervent euphoria. His answer to his amazement was well received as Bret quickened his strokes. He believed Bret inwardly relished his constant disobeyment, otherwise they wouldn’t be fucking around like they were.

Bret held Shawn in place as he came, white strands coating his palm and dripping onto the ring. Shawn was instantly flipped over to face him, as if Bret wanted to admire his work. He knew his face was flushed, hair wet and wild. His body trembling as he tried to adjust from the convulsions of his orgasm. Shawn met Bret’s stare, his eyes conveying possibly something more than just lust. Bret ran his fingertips along the bite mark he had indented on his neck, “Shit…” he said concerned. They typically hid their bites and bruises well, but they weren’t always careful. Occasionally and usually Shawn had to be creative with his wardrobe to conceal their enthusiasm. “Don’t worry about it.” Shawn said, bringing his hand up to caress the skin of Bret’s forearm.

Bret rolled off of Shawn to lie flat on his back. They never spent much time together afterwards, it was always just sex and nothing more. Shawn moved to his side, propping a hand behind his head to rest on his elbow. He reached out to wipe the sticky hair from Bret’s forehead. He knew he was lingering too long as he began to trace the outline of his face, his fingers languidly smoothing Bret’s bottom lip. Bret shied away from his touch, “Stop Shawn…” he said, his voice horse. “Okay.” Shawn said as he watched Bret hoist his pants back up. He selfishly wondered if Bret was sleeping with anybody else backstage. Shawn reached for his discarded boxers and slipped them back on. Bret was usually the one to bounce as soon as his appetite was satisfied. Shawn found he was longing for some semblance of affection from the older man.

“I gotta go.” Bret stated, straightening his clothes. Shawn in a bleak attempt to keep Bret just minutes more, grabbed the lapels of Bret’s jacket to drag him forward. Shawn’s lips were starving for a kiss he was denied. To his surprise Bret returned the kiss, his hands on Shawn’s waist pulling him closer. They kissed until both of their lips were red and swollen. Bret broke away first, their breathing shallow. Shawn held fast to Bret’s jacket, urging him to stay. “Bret…I-” he stammered. Bret gently pushed his hands away, his mouth forming a hint of a smile. “Gotta go.” he repeated. Shawn sighed, his hands fidgeting. “Yeah. Yeah, I know.” He watched as Bret departed through the ropes, jumping to the floor. Shawn followed, but stopped short in front of the ropes. He leaned over, watching Bret’s shape disappear into the darkness of the arena. He foolishly hoped Bret would reconsider and choose to spend the rest of the night in his hotel room.

He never expected their relationship to become more than just casual. If anything, he thought Bret would form an attachment first. The Heartbreak Kid with a broken heart. Total bullshit. He collected the rest of his clothing and got redressed outside the squared circle. The overhead lights were suddenly too bright and too hot. Time to go. He gave the ring one last glance, the remnants of their affair still drying on the mat. Shawn snickered quietly, shaking his head. It wasn’t the first time he had a sexual encounter in the ring and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. He was also never sure he and whomever he was with was completely alone either, but he didn’t care.

Shawn made his own way out of the arena, already scheming on how best to infuriate his Hitman in a match once again.

#fanfic #fic #a03 #hartbreak #bretshawn #bret hart x shawn michaels #goldust (mentioned)#wwf ships #ns/fw #smut

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84reedsy · 9 months ago

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Feeling like some Shawn Michaels appreciation

#shawn michaels #roddy piper #rowdy roddy piper #DDP #diamond dallas page #not because I had a dream about him or anything #not like the level of smut is haunting me #not at all #totally on the level appreciation #.....that is all #chyna #wwe wwf #triple h #wwe #wwf #dx #heartbreak kid

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magnoliacharmed · 2 years ago

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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.”

#shawn michaels x reader #shawn michaels #wrestling #wwe imagines #wwe smut #wrestling fanfic #wwe fanfic #90s wwf #wwe shawn michaels #magnoliafanfic

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andyisbleeding · 1 year ago

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“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.

#kane #wwf #wwe #undertaker #smut #fanfiction #ao3 #been thinking about this for a while #Full fic?

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blowflyfag · 2 years ago

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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…

#shawn michaels x reader x big daddy cool diesel #shawn michaels x reader #diesel x reader #wwf x reader #i popped off on this one i think #wrestling smut #Blowfly Writes #shawn michaels #big daddy cool diesel

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arminmiflaco · 5 months ago

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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🔥🔥🔥🔥‼️🗣

#HBK #shawn michaels #wwf #wwf attitude #wwe #wrestling #shawn michaels smut #wwf smut #hbk smut

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1800miserablethot · 1 year ago

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𝓑𝓻𝓮𝓽 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔁 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝔀𝓷 𝓜𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵𝓼

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: 𝔹𝕣𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕔𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕕𝕞𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕖’𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕨𝕟’𝕤 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕠𝕤.

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: 𝔖𝔪𝔲𝔱

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“Instead of facing me like a man, you didn’t have the guts to face me like a man! Instead you were too busy posing for girly magazines, dancing around, kissing all the girls. Putting tattoos on yourself, earrings through your navel and your nose and your ears..” His voice trailed off as he looked into Shawn’s eyes, seeing them light up. Fuck. Fuck, he fucked up badly. And he knew it was too late to cover himself up; he knew that Shawn knew.

Bret’s face flushed with embarrassment. Running a hand over his face, he cleared his throat and brought the microphone up to his mouth. Trying to continue on with the promo but was struggling severely, because all he could focus on was the way Shawn smirked and how the brunette got closer to him. Almost as if Shawn was toying with him, seeing how long it took for the Canadian to break fully.

Luckily he was saved by the rest of the Hart family coming out, taking this opportunity he flees up the ramp and backstage. Walking briskly , his heart leapt up into his throat. Fuck he’s never going to hear the end of this. It was an honest slip up, so who cares? Everybody does slip ups, but not I looked at a girly magazine and saw my supposed to be enemy’s almost nude pictures kind of slip up.

He sits on one of the storage boxes, trying to catch his breath. Was this really the thing that was about to bring him into a panic attack? Who gave a shit? ‘He did’ He closes his eyes, trying to regain his composure. This was embarrassing, he was Bret Hart for Christ sakes. A HART, they didn’t do this.

The noise from the crowd still reverberated in his ears, creating a surreal backdrop to the chaos that was unfolding internally. Lost in his own thoughts, Bret didn’t notice Shawn’s approach until he hears hands slam onto the storage box, trapping him in between it. “How’d you know I was in that magazine?” Shawn teases, tilting his head to the side as his grin grows wider.

“Don’t flatter yourself, everybody’s talking about it.” He grumbles, glancing up at Shawn. Trying to hide his face behind his dark curly hair, hoping it covered his reddening face. “Oh yeah?” Shawn continued, his voice playful. “Well, with what you described, you would have had to flip through the pages just a little bit.”

“I didn’t look at your stupid gay magazine.” He replied, gritting his teeth as his eye shoot down to the floor. Shawn’s tongue clicks on the roof of his mouth before leaning closer towards Bret. “I think you did, Hitman.” He whispers against Bret’s lips, his hand moving from the storage box to snaking its way up onto the inside of Bret’s thigh.

Bret’s heart raced, his mind in a frenzy as he felt Shawn’s other hand pull him closer. “No, I…” Bret stammered, watching Shawn’s hand slip higher up his thigh. Struggling to find the right words, hell any words at all. His hands clawing at Shawn’s, but never actually pushing Michael’s away. “I think you did a little bit more than look,”Shawn husked, his palm pressing lightly against Bret’s clothed crotch. “Think you got off to it, just like you are now.” He chuckles seeing Bret shake his head no yet feels the older man’s hips buck into his touch.

“Don’t lie to me, Hitman.” He says warningly, pressing his palm down harsher earning a gasp from Bret. Hearing Bret choke out his name, his other hand trails up to Bret’s hair. Pulling it out of its ponytail, his fingers tangling into the inky black hair. “Tell me the truth, Bret.” Shawn said, his voice low and insistent. Bret’s head tilts back when Shawn tugs on his hair, forcing him to meet his gaze. Shawn’s hand slide down further, unbuttoning Bret’s jorts. Shawn’s fingers brushing against his underwear.

Trying to push Shawn away, but he couldn’t seem to make his body cooperate. His hand flailing to grasp at Shawn’s shirt, pulling him closer. “Did you look at the magazine?” He nods in agreement, groaning lowly when Shawn tugs on his hair. “Tell me what else you did.” Bret’s eyes flutter shut for a quick second before opening back up. His brain felt like it had melted, the only thing he could really focus on was the slow burning feeling building up in his stomach. “I-I, um I t-touched myself to it.” He breathlessly babbled out, watching Shawn’s eyebrows lift in amusement. “Awe, did my Hitman get turned on by them?”

‘His Hitman’ his brain seemed to short circuit at those two simple words. Nodding his head the best he could, a whimper slipping pass his lips. “As much as I love your pathetic slutty sounds, you need to shut the fuck up before the rest of your little Hart family hears you. Because they’re already looking for you, let alone if they find you like this. Shawn hisses into Bret’s ear.

He bites his lip trying to stifle his noises, a sick part of him got even more aroused at the idea of being caught, knowing that Shawn would most likely not stop even if their boss himself was in front of them. Hell Shawn would probably even go all out and make him a complete wreck just to give everybody a show.

He snaps out of his day dreaming when he feels his underwear start to become slightly damp. “Stop, Shawn-fuck! S-Stopp,” He huffs, weakly trying to push Shawn’s hand away but failing. “Why? Getting close?” Shawn says cheekily, his hand moving away from Bret’s crotch. “Yes.” Bret hisses out, gasping softly when Shawn pulls him closer. Their hips pressing against each other, his head spun at the feeling of Shawn’s hard on pressing against his.

“Fuck,” Bret breathes, his hips rutting roughly against Shawn’s. He should stop, he really needs to stop. Not letting his hands involuntarily pull at Shawn’s hair, or his leg wrapping around Shawn’s hip to keep him in place. He shouldn’t because the burning in his stomach was getting bigger but he really fucking wanted to keep going.

“Fuck yes, yes-Shawn don’t fucking stop please don’t, I swear to god I’ll fucking kill you if you do.”

Shawn chuckles, his hips rocking in short little quick ruts. “Don’t worry I’m not-fuck!” He hisses, biting his tongue trying to muffle the groan that threaten to slip as Bret’s hands work at his dress pants unbuckling them and untucking his shirt. His wet mouth so close to Bret’s, all he has to do is tilt his head to the right and press his mouth to Bret’s. And when he does, the sound he hears from the older man is beautiful. Everything inside him sparks, he feels dizzy and lightheaded, yet desperate to hear more of the muffled moans.

And with a sharp tug to Bret’s hair he has the Canadian trembling under him as Bret tips over the edge cumming into his underwear. With a sharp inhale he breaks away from the kiss, glancing down at their laps seeing Bret’s jorts slowly darkening. “Come on, I got a pair you can borrow. And maybe..you can repay me back” He whispers, licking Bret’s bottom lip before pulling fully away.

#wwf #wwe #bret x shawn #shawn michaels #bret hart #world wrestling federation #hartbreak #smut #fanfic #90s

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stunnajit · 1 month ago

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⋆˚࿔ 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 (𝟏/𝟑) 𝜗𝜚˚⋆🍓

•　ＳＬＯＷ　ＵＰＤＡＴＥＳ　•

ＪＥＦＦ　ＨＡＲＤＹ　

¹🍓: 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃

ʚ🍓ɞ ~ Jeff Hardy develops a small “crush” on one of the contestants of the WWF bikini contest hosted by team Xtreme.

↳ WWF (2000)

(^ Out Now!)

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 emotional-poetry.

↳ WWF (2001)

ＫＥＶＩＮ　ＮＡＳＨ

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. She soon meets six-foot-eleven, WCW superstar, Kevin Nash. How will the night end?

↳ WCW (1997)

ＭＡＴＴ　ＨＡＲＤＹ

³🍓: 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘|𝐏𝐓 𝟏

🍓ྀི ~ Being best friends with Jeff Hardy since childhood wasn’t the easiest. Teasing coming at every angle, rumors spreading everywhere. But, Sanaa soon unexpectedly confesses her romantic feelings for someone no one saw coming—his brother, Matt.

↳ WWF (1999)

⁷🍓: 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘|𝐏𝐓 𝟐

/)/)

( . .)

( づ🍓 ~ After Sanaa bravely confessed her feelings to Matt and they shared a passionate kiss, Matt’s mind was thrown into a whirlwind of confusion. But now, he’s finally made up his mind..

↳ WWF (1999)

ＤＡＭＩＡＮ　ＰＲＩＥＳＴ　

(Luis)

⁴🍓: 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋

/)/)

( . .)

( づ🍓 ~ After a huge victory against Finn Bálor at ‘Bad Blood’, Luis (Damian) 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 while she’s out.

↳ WWE (2018)

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ughdoir · 6 months ago

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꣑ৎ cm punk

˚⋅teasing phil leads to some well deserved punishment.

˚⋅ contains black female reader, bimbo reader! quick whip, lowercase intended, insertion, dirty talk, piercings, degradation, filth, cum shot, cum eating, rough, orgasm denial, spitting, choking, spanking, slapping,minors don’t interact

bimbo reader! who stumbles into the house wedges clicking against the marble floor with a grin. eagerly calling for your boyfriend as you sit the assorted shopping bags down.

“phil!” you whined again smiling as the tattooed man stands before you. a white towel snug around his waist , hair dripping from the shower with a curious gleam in his eyes.

“look what I got.” you’re flipping up your denim skirt a glimpse of metal catches his attention. a surface piercing just above your clit. while your pretty tongue adorns a similar ring. phil believes he’s going crazy.

bimbo reader! whose face is buried between sanrio plushies. phil’s tattooed hands decorated in rings on either side of your round ass spanking harshly.

“stupid little whore letting some guy pierce you.” he rips your blue lace panties stuffing them in your mouth as his tip rubs against your creamy folds.

“who knows what you did for those piercings probably fucked him.” phil spits slamming his entire length inside of you. you know bad girls don’t get time to adjust.

you’re milking him ,thick thighs and ass slamming on his dick. the drool from your mouth staining the couch and ruining your panties still between your teeth.

he’s pulling at your extensions, strawberry lip gloss faded as he kisses you deeply shedding the panties from your mouth. a harsh bite to your bottom lip making you wince.

“you’re making me crazy women.” he grabs your neck arching your back further as you clench around him. the sounds of clapping and your slippery pussy has you in a haze.

bimbo reader! whose flipped around phil’s hands grasping at your love handles to bounce you on his dick.

“if you knew any better you wouldn’t dare cum.”

“I’m sorry.” you whimper words babbling but it’s no use. only increasing the rate you bounce your ass on his cock, the motion similar to water enticing him.

“shut the fuck up.” he’s stern fingers wrapping around to flick at your piercing. the cold metal and soreness jolting your senses. “you’re lucky I don’t rip it out.” your juices are coating his balls both thighs sticky in arousal as he ridicules you. dirty little girl.

you’re greedy. several approaching orgasms washed away as you try your best to be obedient. phil chuckling as he pulls both of your sensitive nipples twisting them wickedly. your pain being his enjoyment.

“unfair.” you whine out earning a slap to your cheek the tears brimming your hazel eyes. “what’s unfair is you being a stupid slut.” he’s pulling your head back again spitting in your mouth to which you swallow.

bimbo reader! whose on her knees mouth agape and tongue poked out eager for phil’s cum. “gonna coat that tongue ring.” he’s biting his lip staring down at your pretty face.

plump lips, ass propped up, and loose curls framing your brown skin sends him over the edge. he groans the profanities spilling as he strokes one last time lazily cumming in your mouth.

droplets of semen covering your ring while most splashes your cheek and eyebrows swallowing in earnest. he pulls you to your feet face covered in cum while he tugs at your swollen clit.

“now let this be a lesson the next time you fuck with me.”

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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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hi can you do ABA!taker x over dressed plus size!reader. Their just walking around backstage and she’s in a full face of makeup and some pretty dress. You can add some smut if you’d like :) Thank you!

OK, here we go! I might have got a bit carried away with the smut…

All Dressed Up

You’re aware of the sideways glances and the double takes that are thrown your way as you both wander through the maze of concrete hallways. Your heels click on the floor, heralding your progress and when heads turn to look they see him first - hard not to, given his stature. Pushing seven feet and with neatly clipped red hair, he’s every bit as huge as he looks on TV and even in your heels you only just graze his shoulder. He holds tightly to your hand as you make your way along and makes the occasional check down on you, just to make sure all is well.

You hadn’t been sure what to wear at first - not as if you were going to be on camera or anything like that, but you wanted to look and feel good. People still raise eyebrows about your relationship though wouldn’t dare say anything out loud. It sure pisses off a lot of ring rats who clearly operate under the misconception that no one would pick anything other than them. Taker treats them with disdain and positively delights in your generous curves - barely a minute goes by when he’s not touching you in some way or another. With that in mind, you’ve chosen a classic little black dress with gold glitter through it that creates a subtle sparkle. It’s got a small split to mid thigh, and a keyhole detail to the front that gives a tantalising glimpse of your ample cleavage.

You slow to a halt near a sign that directs people to the on-site office and he twists his hand so that you step with your back to the wall.

“I won’t be more than a couple minutes,” He says. “Just need to find out whether the finish changed.”

“It’s fine. I’ll be right here,” You say with a smile and a small shrug.

A small growl rumbles in the back of his throat and and he moves in close. “Guess I’d better give you somethin’ to be goin’ on with,” he says and then leans down and crushes his lips to yours.

You wrap your arms around his waist as you return the kiss just as enthusiastically, your tongue dancing with his as people continue to pass by, no doubt staring as they go. You don’t care. He gives you a last peck to the lips before disappearing through the door and content with the taste of him in your mouth you patiently await his return, taking the moment to touch up your lipstick with a small mirror from your purse. By the time you’re tucking it away the door opens again and he strides out, swooping an arm down around your middle.

“Everything OK?” He asks, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face.

“Mmhmm,” you nod and then give a smile and small wave to Triple H as he walks by before looking back up. “Gonna get all possessive now?” You say, as you see his eyes track the other man’s progress down the hall.

“Do I need to?” He counters, looking back down at you.

You slide a hand across and stroke over his upper thigh through the blue denim. “I wouldn’t mind if you did…”

“Is that right…” He mutters and then he squeezes your ass cheek - hard - with one big hand. He leans down and you feel a rush of lust when his goatee scratches your neck as he speaks right into your ear. “I could take you right here, baby, but let’s find somewhere where a little more private.”

He stands straight again and grabs your hand, setting off down the hallway with purpose. Getting somewhere with him is never simple as so many people want to speak with him. He always spares a minute because that’s just the way he is, but he keeps conversations short and a firm arm around your waist. Eventually you make it to his dressing room and he kicks the door shut after ushering you inside. He takes a seat on the low couch and beckons you over, his eyes roving hungrily over your form as you move towards him. You stand between his spread legs and he smirks up at you as he reaches for the hem of your dress. He squeezes your thighs and then carefully eases the material up until it’s bunched around your waist, letting out a low whistle as your garter belt comes into view.

“Baby, you tryin’ to kill me?” He runs his fingers over the belt, tracing down to the lacy stocking tops. “Get on in here,” he adds, reaching one arm around to pull you in closer while his other reaches for your panties, moving them to one side.

Your hand comes down to clutch at his hair as you feel his long tongue teasing your labia. It traces all around, alternating between broad strokes and the very tip flicking over your clit. There’s a brief pause when, clearly tired of holding them out of the way, he grabs your panties with both hands and rips them clean through which enables him to cast them aside completely. Obstruction removed, he dives back in and you grind against his face knowing that it won’t take much of this to make you cum.

He positively growls against your mound as he eats you and your knees start to feel weak. He pauses briefly and glances up just as you look down to see why he’s stopped. He grins and licks his lips before giving you a wink. “Feels good huh, baby?”

You nod frantically and with your hand still in his hair try to urge him back to action. “Don’t stop… want you to make me cum…”

He chuckles and then renews his efforts, circling your clit with the very tip of his tongue. Your head falls back as you move your hips in counterpoint, rapidly heading towards the peak.

“Fuck… gonna cum… fuuuck!” You clutch his head tightly as you ride out the waves of pleasure and eyes closed, you lean back slightly into his hold. Your chest heaves and then when you feel him moving about you look down and find that he’s worked his jeans open. Understanding, you climb on to the couch and kneel astride him, allowing room for him to get the jeans and shorts down to his knees.

He looks up at you and then nods down to his hard dick. “Hop on, baby. Let me enjoy all this properly,” he says, plucking the straps of the garter belt.

Without missing a beat you slide down until he’s fully sheathed in you and then circle your hips before placing your hands on his shoulders so that you can move up and down. He places his big hands on your ass to help you settle into a rhythm that pleases you both.

“Damn, but you’re beautiful,” he says. “All made up, nice dress, proper lingerie… and bouncing on my dick.”

You lean forward and capture his mouth for a kiss, moaning at the sweet taste of yourself that’s still on his lips and tongue before you slide one hand down to stroke your clit.

“Yeah, that’s it,” he says, breaking the kiss and murmuring against your lips. “Play with that little nub while I fuck you.” He mouths at your breasts through the material of your dress and the gentle bites are gearing everything up.

“I’m gonna cum again…” You manage to say and he hums with pleasure and steps up the pace of his thrusts as he wraps his arms around you.

“That’s it, baby… cum all over my dick - wanna feel you squeezing me when I shoot, c’mon…”You cry out as the second orgasm hits you and he’s thrusting up so hard and fast that you could swear your teeth are rattling in your head. “Fuck! That’s it - oh, fuck yeah…unnngh!”

You fall forwards against him, hearing his heart thumping and he continues to hold you tight as you both come down from the peak.

“Are you supposed to do that before a match?” You ask eventually, with a small wriggle.

Laughter rumbles in his chest and he kisses your head. “It’ll bring me good luck, baby.” You straighten up again and carefully get to your feet, bracing your hands on his knees for stability before giving him a small smile.

“Remind me to make you get possessive more often.”

END.

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