#wwf smut

[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 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)

[greengoblinswifey]

Older Wrestlers Do It Better—Shawn Michaels x Fem!Reader

summary— After winning your first Women’s Championship, you finally meet your childhood crush, Shawn Michaels. Nervously flirting with him leads to an unforgettable night where he makes your win ever better.

warnings— age gap(reader is in her 20s, shawn is in his 50s), flirting, cunnilingus, praise kink, possessive!shawn, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare.

a/n— My first Shawn Michaels fic, hope you guys enjoy <3 Literally have had a crush on him for so long🤭

Winning the Women’s Championship was the most surreal moment of your life. Years of grinding in other promotions, building your name, perfecting your craft, it had all led to this. The cheers of the crowd, the weight of the gold on your shoulder, the rush of emotions hitting you all at once as you stepped backstage.

The second you crossed the curtain, a wave of congratulations hit you. Superstars, crew members, even higher ups, everyone was there, giving you pats on the back, words of praise. You tried to take it all in, your heart still hammering from the adrenaline, when you heard it.

A deep, gruff voice behind you.

“Congratulations, champ. I’m proud of you.”

You froze. That voice. That unmistakable, slightly raspy voice. Slowly, almost in disbelief, you turned around and your breath caught in your throat.

It was him.

Shawn Michaels.

Your brain short circuited. For years, you’d admired him. Hell, if you were being honest, you’d been in love with him. Growing up, watching him on your TV screen, mesmerized by his presence, his talent, his everything. And now, here he was, standing right in front of you, looking at you like he actually knew who you were.

“Wow,” you blurted out, your voice coming out embarrassingly breathless. “Thank you.”

Shawn smirked at your obvious nerves, his arms crossing over his chest. “You earned it,” he said. “I’ve been watching you for a while now. I made sure they knew you were the real deal. You’re gonna carry this division better than anyone.”

Your heart nearly exploded. Shawn Michaels had been watching you? Shawn Michaels had put in a word for you?

“I—” You struggled to form words, your cheeks burning. “That means everything. I admire you so much, I love your work, I—” You cut yourself off before you started sounding like a crazy fangirl, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from rambling.

His smirk deepened, and before you could react, he pulled you into a hug.

Holy. Fuck.

Your face pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around you, the scent of his cologne completely overwhelming your senses. Your brain refused to function, your hands awkwardly gripping onto the back of his shirt as your cheeks burned hotter than ever.

After a few moments, he pulled back, his hand squeezing your shoulder before dropping to his side. “Didn’t wanna take up too much of your time,” he said. “Enjoy your night, champ.”

And just like that, he was gone, leaving you standing there like an absolute fool.

Later, after the chaos of the night settled, you were lounging with Rhea, Tiffany, and Liv in the locker room, all of them still hyped over your win.

“You killed it out there,” Rhea said, nudging you with a proud grin.

Tiffany nodded, flipping her hair. “And let’s be real, your skin looks so good with gold.”

“Thanks, guys. But guess who congratulated me? And—” You leaned in dramatically. “Was apparently partially responsible for my win?”

The girls exchanged curious looks. “Who?” Liv asked.

You took a breath for dramatic effect. “Shawn. Fucking. Michaels.”

The reaction was instant. Rhea’s eyes widened, Tiffany gasped, and Liv practically shrieked.

“Your crush?” Rhea said.

“The man you said you wanted to marry?” Tiffany added.

“Exactly,” you confirmed, still trying to process it yourself.

“And?” Liv pressed. “Did you keep your cool, or did you embarrass yourself?”

You groaned, throwing your head back. “Oh, I embarrassed myself. I was all nervous, blushing like an idiot, barely forming words. But he hugged me. I swear I almost passed out.”

“Okay, but what does this mean? Do you think he was flirting?” Tiffany laughed.

“God, I hope so,” you muttered before sighing dramatically. “I just want him so bad. He’s so fine. And you know I love older men. Like, I would give anything for him to fuck me hard. With eye contact, might I add. Older men just do it better—”

The sudden silence from the girls made your stomach drop.

You saw their eyes widen, their mouths slightly open, and the moment Rhea subtly nodded toward something behind you, you knew.

Slowly, dreading what you were about to see, you turned around.

And there he was.

Shawn Michaels.

Standing right behind you.

Smirking.

Your heart fell straight to the floor. You were so done. Absolutely finished. WWE was going to strip you of your title, fire you, and blacklist you from the industry.

Shawn crossed his arms, looking far too amused for your liking. “Whenever you’re free and ready to leave,” he said smoothly, “meet me in my dressing room.”

You nodded, entirely incapable of forming words.

He winked before walking off, leaving you frozen in place, your entire soul leaving your body.

The second he was out of earshot, the girls erupted into laughter, squealing and shaking you like you’d just won the lottery.

“You are so lucky,” Tiffany gasped, fanning herself.

Liv was practically in tears. “Oh my god, I thought you were gonna die on the spot.”

Rhea smirked, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “Well, champ, looks like your childhood crush just became your reality.”

Your brain was still catching up. Shawn Michaels had heard you. Shawn Michaels wanted you to meet him.

Holy. Shit. You were in for one hell of a night.

Shawn was waiting when you stepped into his dressing room, leaning back on the couch with that signature smirk.

“You took your time,” he teased.

Your heart pounded as you shut the door. “Trying to recover from the fact that you heard all of that.”

“Oh, I heard every word, sweetheart,” he chuckled.

You groaned, covering your face. “God, that was so embarrassing.”

He pried your hands away. “Nah, I liked what I heard.” His smirk deepened. “Older men do it better, huh?”

Your face burned. “Are you gonna keep bringing that up?”

“Maybe,” he said, tilting his head. “But I think I’d rather show you instead.”

Your breath hitched, and he leaned in, voice lower now. “Where you staying tonight?”

You told him your hotel, and he hummed in approval. “Same one. I’ll drive you.”

You texted the girls telling them you’d be with him. There would be a lot to talk about in the morning.

The car ride made you nervous. You stole glances at him, watching the way his muscles flexed as he gripped the wheel. He was even hotter in person. He looked just as good, hell, even better than he did on TV. The years had only added to his appeal, roughening his edges in the best way.

“You keep looking at me like that,” he said without taking his eyes off the road, “I might just have to pull over.”

You bit your lip. "Can’t help it. You’re kinda unreal."

His smirk grew. “Come to my room tonight. I’ll give you exactly what you’ve been craving.”

Your stomach flipped.

90s Shawn Michaels had been your first love. But Shawn now? Oh, you’d let him do anything to you.

When you arrived at the hotel, people stopped to congratulate you. You took pictures, smiling through the anticipation burning inside you.

The moment the elevator doors shut, his fingers brushed your wrist. “Last chance to back out.”

“Not a chance,” you murmured.

His hotel room door had barely shut before he turned you, pressing you against it. His hands beside your head, eyes dark as they met yours.

“This what you wanted?”

Your breath caught. “I’ve dreamt about this.”

His lips crashed onto yours, stealing any response you had left. His hands gripped under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as you wrapped around him. He carried you to the bed, sinking onto it with you in his lap.

You could feel him beneath you, hard and eager, as you rocked against him. His hands roamed, mapping every inch of you, his lips never leaving yours.

“Been wanting this for years, haven’t you?” he murmured against your lips, hands roaming your body.

You nodded breathlessly, gripping onto his shoulders for balance.

His smirk returned as he cupped your face. “You’re just as sweet as I imagined.”

His lips trailed down your cheek, to your neck, pressing soft kisses that left you shivering. He moved slowly, savoring, before laying you back against the bed, hovering over you. His eyes searched yours, expression softening slightly.

“This okay?” he asked, voice quieter now.

“I want this. I want you,” you nodded, already breathless.

He exhaled slowly, his thumb tracing your cheek. “Then let me take care of you.”

His hands found the hem of your blouse, fingers toying with the fabric as he waited for your permission. When you gave it, he lifted it over your head, his gaze roaming over you with something akin to awe.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.

Heat pooled in your stomach, your heart pounding as he leaned down again, pressing another kiss to your lips. He slipped you out of the rest of your clothes then pulled back, his eyes once again taking over you.

“Look at you, naked in front of me. Fucking perfect,” he said.

He knelt, making you gasp, trailing kisses until he reached your clit, spreading your legs and kissing further and further.

“You're soaked, sweetheart, so wet for me,” he murmured, using his tongue to collect your wetness and spitting it back onto your pussy.

A soft moan escaped your lips, you couldn't believe Shawn fucking Michaels was about to eat you out.

“I love those moans. Let me hear you.”

He dived in, flicking his tongue on your clit before bringing it down to your leaking hole and licking back up. His grip was firm but gentle on your thighs, spreading them wide as he continued. You couldn't believe the utter pleasure you were feeling, he was so skilled with his tongue having you squirm underneath him and moan so loudly, you feared the other wrestlers on the floor would hear.

“Oh, Shawn,” you cried, back arching off the bed.

Cocky Shawn hadn’t been lost due to the years. You could feel the smirk between your legs. “That’s it, sweetheart. Scream my name. I’m the one making you feel good.”

His tongue worked you over sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body as his blue eyes stared into yours. As his movements grew, the coil in your abdomen grew tighter, ready to burst.

“Cum on my tongue beautiful.” A loud moan left your lips and your body lifted from the bed, as he practically took your soul and you squirted onto his face, soaking him. He slurped you up like you were his last meal and you squirmed under his touch, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“You're so beautiful when you cum. You taste amazing,” he panted.

You pulled him up into a kiss, his mouth soaked in your juices. His head moved down to your breasts, suckling and moaning as your fingers clawed his back.

Shawn’s eyes never left yours as he undressed, revealing his toned chest and arms. You smiled, your heart racing as you reached out to gently touch his chest, tracing the lines of muscle with your fingertips. “You’re so so hot,” you whispered.

He let out a soft laugh. “You’re the one who’s hot, sweetheart,” he said, his hands in through your curls, tugging you closer to him.

Your lips met his again, tender and slow, savoring the moment. You pressed yourself against him, feeling his hard cock, the heat of his body matching the desire building between you. His hands were gentle but firm as he guided you to the bed, settling you back gently.

Your gaze wandered and your eyes caught his very hard cock. He was so thick, the full package. Shawn always radiated big dick energy but to see it up close and personal—veins prominent, slight curve, long—it was no wonder he acted the way he did in the 90s. He had all reason to be that cocky bastard. He was perfect.

Your mouth practically watered at the sight and you took ahold of it, hand barely able to go around and angled it towards your mouth but he stopped you.

“Not yet,” he murmured. “Tonight’s about you, about making sure you feel good.”

You nodded, heart fluttering as he hovered above you, his hands resting on either side of your head. His expression was soft, his eyes filled with nothing but admiration as he looked down at you.

He used the tip of his cock, dragging it along your wet folds as the sound of squelching filled the room. He teased you a bit more, until he slowly pushed inside, your mouth falling open as he thrusted into you. You moaned at the intrusion and looked down, only to see he was just half way in.

“Y-you’re so big,” you gasped.

“I know, but you can take it. This tight little pussy was made for my cock,” he whispered, leaning down to bite your ear lobe.

It felt like all the wind had been knocked from your lungs as he slid the rest of his length inside you. Tiny whimpers left your lips when he stilled, savoring how your walls began to welcome him in.

“See, you can take it baby, it’s okay.” He began rutting into you steadily, each time, you could feel the head of his cock brush against an area no man had ever come close to hitting before. He was so deep.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, rolling his hips to meet yours.

All you could do was moan, the overwhelming pleasure taking your ability to form coherent words.

“God, I love hearing your pretty moans,” he said, pushing your hair back.

You could barely hang on and “Shawn, cum,” was all you managed to say as you felt the pressure build up like a dam ready to burst.

“I can feel your pussy just sucking me in and gripping me. Go ahead sweetheart, cum for me, s’okay,” he cooed.

You cried out, wrapping your arms around him as he picked up his pace, the dam inside you bursting and your orgasm overtaking you. Your entire body shook and he pressed kisses on your damp forehead, slowly moving inside you to draw every last drop of cum from you.

Shawn had awaken that demon deep inside that you weren’t even aware was there. You needed more.

“I need more,” you moaned, voice shaky.

With that invitation, he increased the pace, thrusting harder and deeper. The headboard slapped against the wall under the pressure, the whole floor probably heard, your nails dug into his back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “That’s it sweetheart, scratch my back,” his gruff voice said.

You were lost in the rhythm, your breath quickening, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

He was pounding you hard and relentless, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. He pulled back slightly, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His voice was a low growl as he murmured against your mouth, “You’re all mine. Mine to fuck and use now.”

A shiver of excitement raced through you, and he continued, “I want to hear you say it.”

“I’m all yours, Shawn,” you moaned, the words flowing from your lips as if they were the only truth that mattered.

“Such a good girl.” With a gasp, your body responded to his words, pleasure washing over you in waves as you squirted, soaking him completely. Shawn groaned in response, his grip on you tightening as he felt the warmth of your release.

“That’s so hot baby, that turned you on huh,” he said, now chasing his own orgasm as your body lay shaking underneath him.

You were too fucked out to answer, each deep thrust making your pussy throb around him.

He smirked, that infamous cocky smirk, clearly proud of how he had you at his mercy. He switched his pace, slow and deep, driving you both wild. It was as though he was proving a point to you. Showing you exactly who was fucking you and how good it felt.

You wrapped your legs around him tightly for a moment, pulling him closer before releasing them, spreading wider to accommodate him. The shift allowed him to plunge deeper, each stroke igniting a raw, primal desire within you. You gasped, the sensation overwhelming, and you met his movements with your own, grinding against him as he filled you.

“Just like that,” you urged, your voice thick with passion. “Please cum inside me.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. You words sent him over the edge and with a deep, guttural moan, he bucked his hips inside you, his hot cum filling you to the brim. You moaned in satisfaction, his cock throbbing and practically breeding you from how much he came—triggered your own orgasm.

Your body jolted beneath him, shaking from the pure intensity as you both were on cloud nine together.

“I’ve got you sweetheart, fuck, I can’t get enough of this pussy. I’ve got you,” he groaned.

Your body was still buzzing, your mind hazy as you lay against the soft sheets. Shawn pressed a kiss to your temple, his hands tracing slow, soothing patterns along your bare skin.

“You were incredible,” he murmured, voice deep. “So perfect for me.”

“I think that title belongs to you,” you teased, brushing your fingers along his jaw. “I mean, I just won the Women’s Championship and spent the night with you, I’m lucky.”

Shawn chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah, sweetheart, I’m the lucky one.” He kissed your forehead before slipping out of bed. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

You watched him disappear into the bathroom, and moments later, he returned with a warm cloth, carefully tending to you with the kind of gentleness that made your heart swell.

“Didn’t have to do that,” you smiled.

“I wanted to,” he replied simply.

Once he was done, he climbed back into bed, pulling you close against his chest. His arms wrapped around you securely, his body warm and solid against yours.

“You’re everything I thought you’d be,” you admitted softly, tucking your head under his chin. “And somehow even better.”

He sighed contentedly, his fingers tracing over your back. “And you’re even more perfect than I imagined,” he whispered. “Strong, talented, and so damn beautiful. I knew you were special the second I saw you wrestle.”

You smiled tiredly as you nestled further into him. The day had been surreal, from standing champion in the ring to this—wrapped up in the arms of the man who had been your childhood crush, your inspiration, and now, something more.

As your eyes grew heavier, Shawn pressed a final kiss to your hair, his voice a low murmur against your skin.

“Sweet dreams, champ.”

And with that, you let sleep take you, still wrapped in the warmth of the best night of your life.

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꣑ৎ edge ! edging with edge ?¿

contains black female reader, lowercase intended, pet names, fingering, spit, dom, praise, orgasm denial, edging, a little rough if you squint, minors don’t interact

transparent, azure, thick. a glob of spit swirls around the plastic tip of your pretty dildo, brown lips taught around the base and sucking as you do your best to impress him.

there’s a breeze in the air tickling your cunt, brainlessly holding your legs open for your handsome boyfriend who secured your chubby body against his.

the saying curiosity killed the cat could also be applied to your poor pussy. it’s sort of comical how this came to be, you’d never ask before but the question was simple “why is your name edge?”

pondering for a second his response being “I’ll show you.” didn’t register at first. not until he quickly had you on your back and all his interest was on his pretty little girlfriend.

which brings me back to the twist of your perky nipples, his free hand cupping the flesh and emitting a low hum of approval making you throb.

the plastic is long gone from your mouth leaving a trail of saliva that collects on your tits. adam placing a familiar kiss to your temple before he’s sliding the dildo inside of your gummy walls.

your pussy welcomes the intrusion creamy folds engulfing the length in one push. “papa” the nickname makes you whimper, eyes rolling back to your skull as you kept your legs spread knowing better to follow rules.

“shush princess you don’t want me to stop do you?” you quickly shook your head no. cream coating the toy and staining the sheets underneath. “just a little bit more okay?” the dildo was buried to a halt walls clenching and fluttering with need.

cries and whimpers erupt from your throat, voice breaking and teetering on the point of no return as the messy sounds from your cunt filled the room.

“sweet pussy don’t you wish it was me inside instead.” his mouth settled on your neck brown skin turning crimson. you cried harder much to his enjoyment, but he rather not hear you anymore slapping his hand over your mouth.

“ungh.” adam smiled to himself your body so responsive as he ruts inside you. frantically rocking your hips to fuck the toy back a warmth pooling in the pit of your stomach.

“touch yourself.” he didn’t have to tell you again french tips dancing over the sensitive bud. rubbing small circles on your throbbing clit while your pussy contracts and squeezes like a vice grip.

“messy little thing.” his fingers explore your mouth digits fondling your tongue and rubbing the organ as you start seeing stars. drool coating your pretty face as your moans muffle the added heat from your throat driving him crazy.

and just before you let yourself become ditzy the dildo stops. all of the stimulation, the throb from your cunt makes you realize he’s denying you. that your pleasure belongs to him and there’s nothing you can do about it.

so he’s playing with your stupid pussy again this time slamming his fingers inside of you and this continues for hours and hours a cautionary tale to asking questions.

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SWEETHEART (1/?)

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Synposis: Shawn Michaels is a legend. A Hall of Famer. A respected veteran in the wrestling industry. He’s also one breath away from a full-blown breakdown. Because somehow, despite his best efforts, he’s found himself entangled with the worst possible problem: you. You, the young, smug, utterly relentless female wrestler who has made it your personal mission to ruin his peace. Shawn knows this is a bad idea. And yet— He can’t stop.

Ships: Shawn Michaels / Bratty!Reader, Stephenie McMahon/ Triple H

Shawn Michaels isn’t looking at you. 

He is not. 

(He is.) 

Shawn Michaels is professional. Focused. Disciplined. 

He’s been in this business for decades. He’s a Hall of Famer, a legend, a respected veteran in the wrestling industry. His name carries weight. His reputation precedes him. Sure, there have been some bumps along the way. He’s also a man who has made a lifetime of bad decisions. 

Once upon a time, his name was synonymous with recklessness, ego, and trouble. He was a wild card, a notorious womanizer, a man who lived fast and crashed even harder. He left chaos in his wake. He isn’t that man anymore. 

He’s cleaned up, changed, evolved. These days, he’s focused on helping younger talent. Guiding them. Shaping them. Mentoring them. He’s the guy everyone respects now. The wise veteran. The mentor. The one who has it all under control. 

Most of the time, this isn’t a problem. Normally, he gets along well with the people he trains. He sees potential, fosters it, watches them grow. 

Normally, he can separate himself. 

Normally, he can keep things professional. 

You, however, are a problem. 

Because while Shawn Michaels isn’t looking at you (he is), you are watching him. 

And he swears you know exactly what you’re doing. 

You brush past him in the hallway. 

Close enough that your arm grazes his. 

Close enough that your perfume lingers between you. 

Close enough that you don’t even acknowledge him, but he knows you’re there. 

You keep walking, like you didn’t just ruin his entire day. Like you haven’t been doing this for weeks. Like it isn’t a game to you. 

Shawn Michaels isn’t looking at you. 

(Except he is. And you are ruining his life.) 

When you were younger, you told everyone you were going to marry Shawn Michaels. 

You remember sitting cross-legged on the floor, eyes glued to the screen, waiting for him to show up on Monday Night Raw. You memorized his promos. You studied his matches. You hung on every word, every movement, every moment. 

Maybe that’s why you became a wrestler. Okay, sure, you loved the sport. But deep down? Maybe there was a part of you—the stubborn, determined part—that wanted to make your younger self’s dream come true. 

And now? 

Now, you’re here. 

You aren’t watching from a TV screen anymore. You’re standing in the same hallways. Stepping into the same ring. Breathing the same air. This is real. 

And now? Now, you see the way he looks at you when he thinks no one is watching. 

And it’s almost funny. 

Because he’s struggling. 

You see it every single time. 

The way his jaw clenches when you step too close. 

The way his eyes flicker down for half a second before snapping right back up. 

The way he forces himself to look away like he’s fighting a losing battle. 

He is. 

And oh, you love this for him. 

Because this isn’t a childhood dream anymore. This isn’t innocent admiration. This is different. 

This is real. 

And right now? You want him. 

And you always get what you want. 

Shawn Michaels is getting way too old for this. 

That is exactly what he tells himself. He spent years cleaning his act up to prove that he’s not some reckless, wild card that he used to be. He has rules. Discipline. Yet... yet when he looks at you and all that goes out the window.  

He’s in hell. Not literally but it’s damn close. 

He was supposed to be helping you train. Supposed to be focused. Professional. He was supposed to be critiquing your footwork, your technique, your-in-ring psychology and yet, instead he was trying not to lose his mind because you kept getting too damn close. To anyone else, this just looks normal, just an innocent training session, nothing weird. However, to him, this is torture.  

“Alright, let’s go again,”  

Shawn had to step back and put space between the two of you. He doesn’t have to do that but here he is, trying to set space between them. You just nodded, sweetly but there was something in your eyes that was just pure evil. You step forward again, just as you had done the last time and just as you always do. 

Shawn doesn’t move. He could, and he probably shouldn’t have but instead, he just let’s it happen. When you lock up with him, you drag it out. Just a little. Your hands linger on him, you lean forward and your chest briefly presses up against him. The smell of your perfume lingers. Your breath is warm against his throat as you adjust your stance. 

To anyone else watching, this is perfectly normal. 

To Shawn? This is hell. This shouldn’t be happening. You’re too close and you keep doing this despite knowing damn well you shouldn’t. Automatically, and without thinking, his hands were on your waist, trying to direct your footing and stance. He should be criquing your legwork but instead, he’s trying to ignore that his pulse is racing as your body briefly pressed against yours. 

He had to stop this. 

He exhaled, forcing his voice to stay even before looking at you. 

“Take a break,” 

You pout. You watch him abruptly pull away from you. Stepping back instantly. Too fast. Too sharp. His hands flex like he’s dying to do something with them. His jaw clenches, hard. He’s not looking at you. 

He’s trying to run away.  

“But I’m only just getting started,” 

You tilt your head. He’s really struggling now. You love that for him. 

Instead of backing off, instead of giving him the space that he clearly needs, you step closer. Just a little. Enough that the ghost of your touch is near. Just enough that he barely feels it. 

Then, voice low, teasing, you speak again. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” 

Shawn exhales sharply, rolling his shoulders and forcing himself to focus. This...this is fine. 

He is fine.  

(He’s not fine) 

He isn’t looking at you. He can’t look at you. If he does, he knows he’ll see that look in your eyes, the ones that tell him you know exactly what you are doing and what you are doing is being a menace right now. So, he stepped away, once again. 

“Go cool off,” His voice is clipped, strained, “We’re done for now,” 

Then he turns to walk out of the ring. You watch him go and he doesn’t look back at you. You know you have him. If he really was unaffected by you then he would have been able to look at you in the eyes but instead, he’s running away from you. You smile fondly as you watch him. Shawn Michaels may have left the ring but...you’re still in his head. 

Shawn Michaels is a lot of things. Legend, coach, professional.  

Right now. He’s a man with a problem.  

That problem is you.  

It’s after hours. The performance centre is almost empty, aside from a few lingering staff in the offices. The training ring is dimly lit, the overhead lights buzzing faintly in the silence. 

You’re the only on in the ring, stretching. Waiting.  

And he should leave. He should turn around and pretend he never saw you, pretend that his stomach doesn’t twist every time you looked at him. He should have left. Instead, he stepped closer. You heard him before you could see him. Those heavy footsteps. The hesitation. That feeling that he should have left already but he hasn’t. You glance up from your stretching, smirking. 

“Sweetheart,” 

Shawn exhaled sharply at the way you say it. Like it’s a joke. Like you know it doesn’t mean a damn thing in this moment. 

“I was just finishing up,” Your voice was far too casual, “Are you staying late?” 

But instead, he climbed into the ring. 

He said nothing at first, watching as you lean back, resting your elbows against the canvas. Your gear clinging to your body. You know that he always notices. 

“I should go,” His voice is strained. Controlled. 

You tilt your head, feigning curiosity, “Nothing is stopping you,” 

A muscle jumped in his jaw. Damn you. 

You shift, slow and deliberate rising up onto your knees, “Shawn~” His name slipped out, testing, taunting, “What would you do if I...” 

You reached out. It’s light, barely even a touch just as your fingers grazing along his forearm, the head of your skin searing him alive. However, it’s enough. Because suddenly in that moment, he’s no longer a Hall of Famer, not a mentor or a respectable professional. 

He’s a man with a problem. A man standing way too close to temptation. 

His breath is sharp and uneven. He could feel the warmth of your body as if you were waiting for him to cave. 

He shouldn’t. But what would happen if he did? 

“What are you doing?” His voice was low and at a rasp. He was at odds with himself. 

“Depends,” You tilted your head as your lips curled into something that was far too dangerous, “What would you do if I kissed you right now?” 

Silence. 

Heavy suffocating silence. Because for all his self-control, for all his restraint – he didn’t know the answer. No one would have had to find out and no one would have ever heard a sound.  

And yet, as he doesn’t know what to say, you pulled away from him. You pulled away and left the ring, leaving him standing there wondering what happened. 

“See you later, sweetheart,” You called, hardly able to hold that smug grin on your face. 

Shawn Michaels is exhausted. 

Physically? He’s okay. Mentally? Absolutely not. Spiritually? Hanging on by a goddamn thread. He just spent the entire training session today trying not to think about the little moment he had with you. The way your breath ghosted over his throat. The way your hands lingered just a second too long. The way you called him sweetheart like you knew exactly how much it would ruin him. 

Now? He just wanted to go to the hotel room, take a shower and forget that you existed for at least six hours. Give him a break from the absolute torment that he has been receiving recently. 

And so, as soon as he stepped out the elevator with his key card in his hand- 

There you are.  

Standing in the hallway. 

And oh, it’s perfect. You’ve been waiting with your back up against the wall, looking relaxed and amused. You just happen to be there. This is totally coincidental.  

(You aren’t there on coincidence) 

Okay well, maybe it isn’t. You can see on his face that he knows that isn’t a coincidence. The second his eyes laid on you, his expression begins to sift. Tension, restraint, and something else, something that is much darker, something controlled but barely.  

And you? 

You’re smiling. 

He didn’t want to do this. No. Not tonight. He just kept walking. He didn’t acknowledge and didn’t even look at you. The hope was that if he didn’t acknowledge you, you would go away.  

He’s an idiot for thinking that. 

Just as he reached his door, just as he swiped his key card... 

“Hey sweetheart,” 

You spoke. Oh. Oh, he’s so fucked, and you see it happen in real time. The pause. The sharp inhale. The tiny twitch of his jaw, the way his hand stiffens around the key card. And then, he just kept ignoring you. He thinks he can outlast you. 

That’s so cute. 

You step forward, just slightly just enough to make your presence undeniable. 

“What’s wrong?” you teased, tilting your head, “You’re awfully quiet tonight,” 

Shawn exhaled, sharply, through his nose, “I’m tired. Long day,” His voice is clipped. 

You hummed thoughtfully. Them with pure unfiltered mischief- 

“Guess I did keep you busy, huh?” 

Shawn’s entire body locked up. Oh, you are having too much fun with trapping him. He should have just turned around and went inside, shut the door and ended this but then you decided to open your mouth before he can disappear inside. This was a mistake. He turned around and there you were, smiling in front of him. Smug. His shoulders tense as you stepped a little closer. Not enough to touch, just enough to ruin him. 

“Why are you like this?” Shawn muttered, voice horse. 

You grinned, “Born this way,” 

Shawn groaned, shaking his head, “I have to go,” 

You tilted your head. 

“Why?” 

Before Shawn could answer, he inhaled sharply, “Because this...” He gestured vaguely between the two of you, “Is a bad idea and you need to stop,” 

That didn’t discourage you. In fact, you stepped closer just a little more. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” 

Your voice was low, sweet and dangerous as you tilted your head up, waiting. You were almost daring him to make a move. For a moment, you thought you might have caught him. His breath caught and his gaze darkened, and just one second, he looked like he’s about to give in.  

But before he does, he pulls away. He cleared his throat and forced out the most strained and most unconvincing excuse ever. 

“I need to shower,” 

You don’t miss a chance to tease. 

“Do you want company?” 

You could physically see his soul leave his body as he yanked his door open, stepped inside and slammed it behind him. He leaves you outside laughing because you know that while Shawn Michaels might have left the hallway. But, oh, he is still thinking about you and that is exactly what you wanted. 

Shawn Michaels isn’t getting much sleep that night.  

Not after the way you have behaving. Not after the way you pressed close to him and began to test his patience. The way you left him standing there like a damn fool, pretending that you weren’t unravelling him completely from the inside out. 

Now he’s in his hotel room, sitting on the edge of the bed, head in his hands trying to get you out of his thoughts.  

But he’s failing.  

Miserably. 

Because when he closes his eyes, he sees you.  

Sees the way your lip's part when he touched your waist. 

Sees the heat in your eyes when you step a little too close to him.  

Sees the way you lick your lips like you're just waiting for something to happen. The worst part, he begins to see things that happened yet. Things like how you would look with your back arched, face flushed and eyes fluttering. Things that haven’t happened yet. He can’t help it. It isn’t his fault. 

Except it is.  

Because he was totally looking. And he knows he’s fucked.  

Shawn Michaels is trying to be very careful right now.  

After yesterday, after your behaviour, he knows that he should be avoiding you. However, at a cooperate event, he has every intention of ignoring your existence. After all, you are across the room standing next to Seth freakin Rollins, laughing and having a good time. He is standing with Hunter Hearst Helmsley and Stephanie McMahon, and that is all he needs for tonight.  

And he intends on keeping it that way for now. 

He doesn’t need to think about the way that Seth is making you laugh.  Or the way that you touch his arm whenever you’re listening to him intently. You don’t know what kind of affect that it is having on him.   

Except when you turn and notice him. Your expression doesn’t change but your eyes are dancing with mischief. 

That’s when Shawn knows you are about to ruin his night.  

Because you lean in to talk to Seth more intimately. More intently. You press a hand on his forearm, whispering something into his ear. Seth seems oblivious to this and things you are just being friendly. Innocent. 

But Shawn does not see it that way. 

Shawn’s grip on his glass tightens. It’s far too tight. He forces himself to loosen it before he shatters the damn thing in his hand.  

Unfortunately for Shawn, Hunter notices. 

“You alright, Shawn?” 

He cannot answer. Not right away anyway. Because you are still standing there, having the time of your life and he is very much suffering. 

Hunter follows his gaze, and when he sees what, or more like, who Shawn is staring at, he huffed out a laugh. 

“Oh, I see how it is,” 

Shawn grits his teeth, “You see nothing,” 

Hunter just gives him a look like he’s known Shawn all of his life. He knows Shawn’s mannerism like the back of his hand.  

Amd now Stephanie, overhearing their conversation, turned to see who Shawn is staring at. 

“Interesting...” 

Shawn rolled his shoulders, jaw tight as his eyes are finally dragged away from you and Seth. “There’s nothing for either of you to be interested in,” 

Hunter outright laughed and patted Shawn on the back, “Come on, man. You’re practically burning a hole into the back of Rollins head,” 

This right here is hell. Shawn gripped the bridge of his nose, “You two are being insufferable,” 

Stephanie raised an eyebrow, “You sure you don’t want to step in? Looks like she’s having a great time,” 

Shawn’s jaw clenches. His grip on his glass tightens. He does not rise to the bait. He refuses to. 

Hunter, however, is having far too much fun with this. “Yeah, I mean, Seth’s a good-looking guy. Charismatic. Younger, too.” 

Shawn does not react. 

(He absolutely reacts.) 

 “I don’t care what she does.” 

 Hunter and Stephanie exchange glances. 

 “Oh, sure.” Stephanie takes another sip. “Totally believable.” 

Shawn looked between the two of them, exhaling sharply. With deliberate movements, he placed his drink down—a little too hard. 

"I need to hit the restroom," he muttered, barely masking the edge in his voice. It was a flimsy excuse, but he needed an escape. Hunter and Stephanie were making this unbearable. 

He needed to breathe. To clear his head. To remind himself why he was even here and not already halfway back to his hotel room, pretending you weren’t in the same building, making his life significantly harder than it needed to be. 

Inside the restroom, he gripped the edges of the sink, staring at his reflection before splashing cold water onto his face. Get it together, Michaels. He told himself he’d just take a moment, pull himself together, then go back out there like none of this was happening. 

That was the plan. 

But then he stepped out. 

And there you were. 

Walking toward him, like you had been waiting for this exact moment. 

Your gaze locked onto his, holding it for just a second too long. Just long enough to make his pulse kick up a notch. And as you passed him—so close, so intentional—your hand brushed against his side. 

And then? Something slipped into his pocket. 

A note. 

Shawn didn’t stop. Didn’t react. 

Not until you were already gone, disappearing back into the crowd. 

Then, slowly, he reached into his pocket. 

His fingers closed around the small, folded piece of paper. He opened it. 

Room 506. The door will be unlocked.  

You scribbled a little love heart too.  

Absolutely not.  

Shawn Michaels was at his wits end.  

He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply and letting the note sit between his fingers. This was a game to you. A long, drawn-out excruciating game that he had sworn to himself that he wasn’t going to play. 

Except now, standing alone in the dimly lit hallway, his mind was already running ahead of him.  506. Unlocked.  

No. He wasn’t doing this.  

He crumpled the note in his fist, shoved it back into his pocket and started heading towards the events hall. He made a few stops.  

Then he stopped and turned.  

His feet were no longer listening to him. This was far too dangerous. There was no harm in checking, right. There was no harm in seeing if she would be there. It didn’t matter if his self-control was dangling by a thread.  It was perfectly reasonable to just check. Sooner or later, he found himself at room 506. His palms were pressed against the flat against the door before he even realised. He shouldn’t be here. He told himself that this was a mistake. That turning around was still an option. He could walk away.  

But before he could make the decision to walk away, the door handle began to turn.  

You were standing there, leaning against the frame, arms folded looking as smug as ever.  

You knew this would happen. You knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. 

Shawn let go of the breath he was holding, “We shouldn’t be doing this...” 

You tilted your head, “If that were true, why are you here?”  

Silence. His mouth opened but nothing came out because Shawn didn’t really have an answer to that. Not when you were this close, not when he could smell your perfume, feel the warmth of your body dragging him further and further into the room until he heard the click of the door behind him. His throat was dry. His resolve was crumbling.   

Your hands reached up, fingers tracing the collar of his shirt, lips were just inches away from his own. 

And he had finally lost the battle. The moment his lips met yours, it was like the tension that had been building between the two of you finally snapped. There was no more hesitation. No more second guessing. Just heat. An all-consuming heat that was all too reckless. This was the kind of recklessness he swore he was beyond. However, he was drowning in it.  

Your back hit in the door as he pressed against you. Hand gripped your waist as he pulled you flush against him. You tasted like something sweet, something he was getting all too drunk on.  

Your hands reached up, wrapping around his neck as you groaned into his mouth.  

And he lost his mind. 

“You don’t know what you’ve been doing to me...” He muttered between kisses, his hand tightening on your hips in an almost possessive manner. You didn’t mind. In fact, you were counting on his reaction. Hence why you spent the evening all over Seth Rollins.  

“I think I know,”  

You reached up and tugged his tie, pulling him even closer and into the room. After all, the room had a comfy bed for you both to get comfortable on. The way you both moved was frantic, messy and inevitable. He didn’t think too much. He didn’t want to. You made it pretty much impossible to think. Every touch, every breath and ever teasing glance. You were making him suffer. 

His hands, rough from years of being a legendary athlete, rough from the sweat and tears he poured into this industry. His hands were on yours, touching every part of your body. You didn’t know when he found his way into taking your dress off, but before you reached the bed, you were just standing there in your bra and panties. You made sure to pick a pretty pink set, the one that you had wanted to wear for him forever.  

“I’ve been wanting this for a long time,” You whispered against his ear when his head dipped down to his and mark up your neck. 

He let out a strained laugh. You were impossible.  

But oh god, did he want you so much.  

Your breath hitched when you felt his fingers trace the lace of your pink panties, his touch was deliberate, torturous, “Still think this is a game?” 

Your smirk faltered, just only for a second but he noticed it and savoured it.  

Perfect. 

You opened your mouth to reply, but Shawn silenced you—this time with his hands. 

One hooked around your thigh, pulling you closer, the other trailing up your spine. Slow, teasing, deliberate. Like he had all the time in the world. 

“Guess you’ll have to find out,” 

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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.

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( 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).

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⁴ 🍓: 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋

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( . .)

( 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

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( 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

[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)

[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]

hi hi!! could you do a femreader x ministry taker forbidden romance type thing? something like our kingdoms are rivals/taker is rivals with our father, but we ended up falling for taker and find ways to meet with him. would be awesome if you could include smut! thank you 💓

Hellooooooo, lovely Anon! I’ve dipped in and out of this one ever since you sent it to me, as I don’t think I can do it as a one shot, so here is Chapter One. I have no idea what to call it as a title overall - if anyone has any thoughts on that, please feel free to drop them into the comments.

Awaiting Title

Chapter One - An Unexpected Visitor

You stare out of your bedroom window at the approaching carriage, pulled by a team of four majestic black horses, complete with purple bridles and deep, plum coloured plumes. The coachman pulls the horses to a prancing, neighing halt and you draw back away from the glass as a giant of a man emerges from the vehicle.

He pauses and looks up at the house, a severe expression on his face and you gasp and freeze when he’s suddenly looking right at you. His countenance seems to soften and you could swear you saw the corner of his mouth pull up into the tiniest hint of a smile. You’re completely bewitched as your eyes lock with his, but the spell is broken when he looks away and then you hear a loud knocking at the front door.

There’s a short silence and then some scuffling that you can make out even through your closed door and feeling slightly panicked you rush to open it, only to be faced with your elder brother.

“Get back inside,” he hisses urgently. “This doesn’t concern you!”

“What’s happening?” You ask, matching the whispered pitch of his voice. “Who is that man? What does he want?”

“I told you, it’s none of your concern - now stay there and keep quiet!” With that he pulls the door closed and must be holding it shut because you’re unable to shift it an inch. About ten minutes later you hear the front door bang closed and so you rush back to the window to see the giant striding back to the open door of his carriage. Your nose is all but pressed against the glass when he turns around and looks back up at you. He pauses and then turns around fully and then… he points at you. He’s mouthing some words that you can’t make out but you find yourself nodding and then he turns away, climbs into the carriage and the coach is leaving up the drive in a cloud of dust.

Who was he?

~*~*~*~*~*~

It’s raining… you can hear it against your window when it pulls you from sleep. You lay there with your eyes closed, listening, and then gradually come to realise that the sound isn’t regular. Intrigued, you slip silently from your bed and cross over to the window where you draw back the curtain just as the noise comes again. The crumbs of soil from the flowerbed below bounce off the glass and then you see him stood on the driveway. The gaslight on its tall pole behind him sets him into shadow but there’s no doubt that it’s the man who visited earlier in the day. Your eyes have grown accustomed to the dark now and you can make out some of his features but you don’t have time to contemplate as he raises a hand and beckons to you with a single finger.

You turn away and almost without thinking take your robe from the back of the door and then very quietly turn the handle and step out on to the landing. Taking great pains to make as little noise as possible, you make your way down the staircase and then you’re carefully drawing back the bolts on the heavy front door and turning the key. You pull the door open and peek around it as clearly there’s still a shred of sanity within you. He doesn’t advance and so you leave the safety of the house and walk towards him. You stop about six feet away and take in the sight before you. Your brain hadn’t exaggerated earlier - he really is a giant and if you stood next to him you doubt you would come up to his shoulder.

“I had to see you again.” He says, his voice a deep rumble. “When I noticed you at the window earlier today I was captivated - it nearly made me turn away from my business with your father.”

He’s dressed all in black with a heavy cloak around his shoulders, and he has long hair that is pulled back into a neat braid. The thought flits through your brain that it’s dreadfully odd for a man to have long hair… then you realise what he’s said and so you reply, “What is your business with my father?”

The man gives you an inscrutable look and then says, “He has some land that I would like to purchase but at the moment he’s… not very receptive to the idea.”

You pull your robe around you as a breeze whispers through and flutters the leaves on the trees and bushes.

“Forgive me - I know the way I’ve gone about this is far from ideal.” He says and removes his cloak with a small flourish. He takes a couple of steps that bring him startlingly close and swoops the heavy wool around your shoulders whereupon it trails on the ground.

“I’m sure if you approached my father, he would permit a more traditional meeting.” You volunteer as you smile up at him, but he shrugs with one huge shoulder.

“I fear not - our interaction was not particularly amicable. But I simply had to see you up close.”

“Where’s your carriage, sir? Or did you make your way here on foot?” As you stare at his chest, you’re dimly aware that all this small talk is quite ridiculous given the situation but what else can you say?

The corner of his mouth twitches in a tiny smile and he half-gestures behind him. “I left it out towards the road; nobody will happen upon it.”

You breathe in the scent of incense that hangs around the fabric of the cloak he’s wrapped you in. “What happens now?”

He reaches out and gently touches your hair and you feel as though you’re under a spell. Stood here in the cool night air in your nightclothes, with a stranger, wearing his cloak. Everything about it is wrong and yet you feel so at peace.

“I will return in two days, at noon; that’s the deadline that I gave to your father. Will you meet me at the road at half past eleven?”

You’re nodding ‘yes’ even as you frown and say, “Why have you given him a deadline?”

He doesn’t answer, but takes your hand and raises it to his lips, kissing it softly and you’re sure you can feel the skin tingling where his mouth touches. He gently turns you back around and ushers you towards the still ajar door, slipping his cloak from your shoulders. “Today is Tuesday. Come meet me at the road on Thursday and we can talk before I visit with your father.”

You move through the door and then quickly turn back, but he’s already striding away from the house and you know that you can’t call out. You quietly push the door closed and lock it up again before creeping back up the stairs to your room. You go straight to the window in case you can catch a glimpse of him but the darkness reigns and you can’t make out much at all. Still slightly chilled from the outdoors, you climb back into bed still with your robe on and turn on to your side. You close your eyes and bring the hand that he kissed up to your face and drop back off to sleep with your lips resting close to where his brushed your skin.

TBC

[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,”

[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. 

[rainchyna]

˖⁺ ⋆ .⋆｡⋆༶⋆˙⋆｡˚ 𓂅۰˚˚｡˚⋆ ˖⁺ ⋆ .⋆｡⋆༶⋆˙⋆｡˚ 𓄹۰˚˚｡˚⋆ ˖⁺ ⋆ .⋆｡⋆༶⋆˙⋆’

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 ꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .

˖⁺ ⋆ .⋆｡⋆༶⋆˙⋆｡˚ 𓂅 🐆 ⋮ series

SOUR GRAPES (1996 — 1998)

⋆ starring: SHAWN MICHAELS ⋆ HUNTER HEARST HELMSLEY ⋆ CHYNA ⋆ LITA ⋆ BRET & OWEN HART ⋆ features other WWF & WCW stars!

▷ watch here:

season one (complete)

Offer [36:19] ⋆ The Torch [21:59] ⋆ Heat [27:29]

Blurred Lines [11:11] ⋆ Wrestling War I [29:46] ⋆ It Begins [31:00]

First Defense [19:46] 🎄[1:30] ⋆ Wonderful Bullocks [25:38] ⋆

The Heartbreak Kid’s Plan [49:26] ⋆ Cherry Coke [36:40] ⋆

She’s Evil, Most Definitely [1:23:59] ⋆ Insanity Arc [26:19]

season two

Despite Everything [21:37]

more to be added.

BLACK SWAN (2014 — 2016)

⋆ starring: HUNTER HEARST HELMSLEY ⋆ THE SHIELD ⋆ STEPHANIE McMAHON ⋆ features other NXT & WWE stars!

▷ watch here: trailer

more to be added.

˖⁺ ⋆ .⋆｡⋆༶⋆˙⋆｡˚ 𓂅 🥥 ⋮ headcanons

CHANELLE’s DATING SHOW

episode one: “THE HEARTBREAK KID” — [1:35:48] ⋆ starring guest: SHAWN MICHAELS (behind the scenes)

episode two: “EXCELLENCE OF EXECUTION” — [1:20:00] ⋆ starring guest: BRET HART

episode three: “KING OF KINGS” — [1:16:48] ⋆ starring guest: HUNTER HEARST HELMSLEY

episode four: “THE LATINO HEAT” — [1:36:17] ⋆ starring guest: EDDIE GUERRERO (director’s cut)

episode five: “QUOTE THE RAVEN” — [1:00:45] ⋆ starring guest: RAVEN

episode six: “OUT OF NOWHERE” — [1:22:41] ⋆ starring guest: RANDY ORTON

episode seven: “HIDE YOUR WIVES” — [1:21:51] ⋆ starring guest: EDGE (director’s cut)

episode eight: “THE CHARISMATIC ENIGMA” — [1:05:20] ⋆ starring guest: JEFF HARDY

episode nine: “WHAT THE ROCK” — [1:59:59] ⋆ starring guest: DWAYNE JOHNSON

episode ten: “ISLAND OF RELEVANCY” — [1:46:00] ⋆ starring guest: ROMAN REIGNS

more to be added.

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tape one: “LEARN TO SHARE” — [25:00] ⋆ directed by: BRET HART & SHAWN MICHAELS

tape two: “DO NOT KLIQ” — [17:00] ⋆ directed by: SHAWN MICHAELS, KEVIN NASH, SCOTT HALL, HUNTER HEARST HELMSLEY, SEAN WALTMAN.

tape three: “COME EXECUTE THIS” — [10:00] ⋆ directed by: BRET HART

tape three: “RATED ‘R’ SUPERSTAR” — [10:00] ⋆ directed by: EDGE

tape four: “PLAY MY GAME” — [10:00] ⋆ directed by: HUNTER HEARST HELMSLEY

tape five: “PENT UP” — [35:00] ⋆ directed by: SHAWN MICHAELS

more to be modified and added.

[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🔥🔥🔥🔥‼️🗣

[greengoblinswifey]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where’s Y/N? Thought she was here.”

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

A pause. “Huh. Didn’t see her leave.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Such a good girl for me.”

[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.

[wallofchynax]

WHY CHOOSE AT ALL?

Synopsis: You're tired of being the only virgin in the company so you're on the hunt to lose your virginity. Your best friends, Shawn Michaels and Triple H seem like good candidates but...why choose between them when you can have them both?

CONTENT WARNING: virginity taking, corruption, filthy langugue (you may be a virgin but they do NOT take it easy on you), splitroasting, no beta reading we die like men

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This decision had been weighing on your mind for a while. 

It wasn’t nerves. No, you had decided a long time ago you were ready to lose your virginity. You were tired of being the only girl in the locker room who hadn’t had sex and getting teased about being innocent. You knew you were ready. The decision you were trying to make was who. Two men had been by your side for years, both men captivated you in a way you didn’t quite understand. 

Shawn Michaels and Hunter Hearst Helmsley, two men that carried a weight of temptation. Two men that made your pulse raise both in and out of the ring. You had agonized over it, torn between the playful seduction of Shawn and the raw, commanding presence of Hunter. How could you choose between the sharp smirk of one and the heated gaze of the other? Between Shawn’s golden locks and teasing hands, and Hunter’s powerful build and controlled dominance? 

In the end, you didn’t choose. 

You didn’t have to choose.  

The air in the hotel was thick with anticipation. A slow, burning head that had been building between the two of you for a long time. You weren’t sure if both would agree to a threesome. You barely even made it through asking but once they heard your question, they looked at each other and immediately agreed. 

You were draped in the bed, clad in nothing but a silky robe that barely clung to your curves. The fabric slipped off one shoulder as you looked at them with your doelike eyes. The way their eyes roamed over your body sent a delicious shiver through you. 

Two predators watching their prey, waiting to devour. 

Shawn was the first to move. Kneeling on the bed, his hands finding your thighs, fingers traced the bare skin just below your robe. 

“Are you sure about this?” His voice was honeyed with teasing and yet, something deeper. Something more intimate.  

Hunter was standing at the foot of the bed, hadn’t touched you yet but his eyes watched you, “Once we start, we can’t go back,” His tone lower, gruffer, filled with the kind of promise that made your thighs clench in anticipation. 

You couldn’t say words. Only nodded and smiled.  

Your breath hitched as Shawn leaned in, pressing a slow, tantalizing kiss along the column of your throat. You tilted your head back, allowing him to taste you, feel the way your pulse raced beneath his lips. At the same time, Hunter’s large hands skimmed up your legs, fingers pressing into the soft flesh of your thighs as he spread them apart. 

“You’re fucking perfect,” Hunter murmured as he drank in the sight of you. His hands were rough, calloused from years in the ring, but the way they traced over your skin was reverent, almost worshipful. 

Shawn could only chuckle, vibrations spending a spark of arousal straight through your core, “Knew you were hiding something under all those innocent looks...” He pulled back enough just to let his hands roam a little more, cupping one of your breasts through the thin material of your robe, while the other one slide down, teasing the edge of your panties.  Your body was already beginning to betray you, desperate for more. Hunter’s hand slid under your robe, pushing it away so he can see you more.  

“Fuck,” he muttered, voice dark with approval as his gaze roamed over your bare breasts, the soft curves of your stomach, the way your thighs trembled beneath him. 

Shawn leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth, his tongue warm and teasing as he sucked, making you gasp. Your hand found themselves in his golden locks, pulling him closer as he nipped and licked, while Hunter’s hands gripped your hips, pulling you further down the bed. 

“You’ve never done this before, but damn, you were made for this,” Hunter murmured, voice thick with need. 

Shawn’s lips curved into a smirk as he pulled away, trailing kisses down your stomach. “Lucky for you, sweetheart, you’ve got the best teachers in the business.” His mouth trailed lower and lower. His lips and tongue painting along her skin while Hunter spread your thighs. The heat between your legs was becoming unbearable with their teasing touches. 

Hunter squeezed one of your bare breasts, the pressure just enough to make you whimper. “All soft, all ours.” 

Shawn’s mouth was ghosting over your panties at this point as he settled between your legs, “Cute,” he said as he hooked the waistband before tugging them down in one swift motion. Cool air hit your slick folds, your breath hitched as you felt his gaze settle there, “She’s shaking already,” 

Hunter let out a rough breath. “Fuck, look at that.” His voice had turned guttural, a hunger beneath it that made your stomach tighten. “She’s soaked.” 

“Think she’s been waiting for a long time,” Shawn said before dipping his head between your thighs and licking a slow, teasing stripe up your slit, working you open with his tongue. Your entire body jerked in response as pleasure stroked through you like lightening. His tongue circled your clit before sucking it into his mouth, the sudden pressure making you wither and whine. He was deliberately slow, his fingers digging into your thighs to keep them spread. You instinctively lifted your hips up to try and chase that high.  

“Shhh,” 

Hunter rumbled, his hand sliding up your throat, fingers curling just enough to tilt your chin up. “Let him take his time with you,” His lips found yours then, kissing you deep, his tongue claiming your mouth in a way that made your entire body shudder. 

Shawn’s tongue worked you open with slow wet strokes, his tongue dipping lower to tease at your entrance before pressing inside. It sent sparks through your body as your legs trembled. He fucked you with your tongue, messy and eager. He groaned against your core sending vibrations through you. Your fingers fisted into his long, beautiful locks, pulling him closer as he worked to send you over the edge. His nose brushing against your clit every movement as the sensations were overwhelming.  

Hunter pulled away from your mouth to watch, his hand now wrapped around his cock, stroking himself slowly as he took in the sight of you falling apart under Shawn’s tongue. “That’s it,” he murmured.  

“Let him make you cum.” 

Shawn chuckled against you, the smug sound vibrating through your core. “She’s close,” he muttered before flattening his tongue against your clit and sucking hard. 

The pleasure snapped through you like a live wire, your back arching as you came with a broken cry. Your entire body trembled, thighs clamping around Shawn’s head as he kept licking, dragging out every pulse of pleasure until you were left shaking beneath them. 

Only then did he finally pull back, lips glistening as he grinned up at you. “Sweet as I thought,” he murmured, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Hunter reached for you then, flipping you onto your stomach effortlessly as his hand pulled your knees. 

“You ready for more?” 

Hunter didn’t wait to press his cock against the curve of your ass, the sheer weight of it making you shudder. You barely had time to relax before he lined himself inside and then pushed inside. He gripped your hips harder, fingers pressing deep into your flesh as he pushed forward, his thick cock stretching you open inch by inch. The intrusion was slow, agonizingly so, his size forcing you to adjust as a low groan rumbled in his throat. 

“Fuck...” He growled, his thumbs spreading the soft flesh of your ass so he could just watch himself sink into you. He pulled back, cursing underneath his breath as he watched your walls grip him greedily. 

“You’re so fucking tight,” 

Every nerve was set alight as you felt that unbearable stretch. The friction sent bolts up your spine. You weren’t even paying attention when Shawn got himself in front of you, gripping your hair up to meet his gaze. He took in the sight of you, body trembling between the two of you. 

“You look perfect like this,”  

Shawn brushed his thumb over your lips before gripping your jaw, forcing your mouth open, “Taking Hunter so well, aren’t you?” 

You couldn’t even begin to answer. Just moaned from the pressure of Hunter’s cock as he bottomed out inside of you, hips flush against your ass. The fullness made your body shake as the stretch of his heavy cock felt unbearable and perfect all at the same time. 

You couldn’t talk and it made Hunter laugh.  

“Little slut is cock drunk and we’ve barely started,” 

Shawn grinned, his own cock heavy and aching in his hand as he watched you squirm. “You want another one, sweetheart?” he teased, tapping the thick length against your lips. “Bet you do. You’re so fucking needy.” 

Your mouth parted instinctively, tongue flicking out to tease the head, and Shawn hissed, his fingers tightening in your hair. 

“That’s it,” he murmured, guiding himself into your mouth, his hips pressing forward inch by inch. “God, look at you. Pretty little thing, mouth stuffed full of cock while Hunter ruins you from behind.” 

Hunter grunted, setting a slow brutal pace as his thrusts deep and heavy, pressing into that spot that made you whimper and groan around Shawn’s cock. You couldn’t believe this; Hunter was splitting you open from behind while Shawn filled your mouth. Your body was shuddering from the overstimulation. Your knees were so weak, barely able to keep your own weight up.  

“You like this?” Hunter’s voice was basically a growl, mocking, “Being used like this by your best friends?” He spanked your ass, making you jolt forward, the motion forcing Shawn deeper into your throat, “Bet you fucking love it, just a dumb little thing desperate to be fucked,” 

Shawn groaned as he felt the tightness of your mouth. His hands gripping tighter as he starts to fuck your mouth properly, “She’s such a good girl, isn’t she?” He praised, voice tight with pleasure, “Such a good little whore for us,” 

The words made your core clench around Hunter’s cock, a needy whimper slipping past your lips, muffled around Shawn. 

“Oh, you like that?” Hunter chuckled, landing another sharp slap to your ass, making you jerk. “Like being called what you are?” He drove into you harder, faster, the wet sounds of your slick cunt taking him in filling the room. “Nothing but a pretty little virgin for us to ruin.” 

Tears prickled your eyes as Shawn hit the back of your throat, the feeling of being filled at both ends sent you spiralling. Already, you could feel your second orgasm coming up quick as your body coiled up ready to snap.  

“Fuck, she’s close,” Hunter growled, feeling you tighten around his cock, “You gonna cum all over my cock, do you,”  

Shawn pulled himself out of your mouth with a gasp, his cock covered in your saliva as was your lips and chin. You were a mess, but you didn’t care.  

“Go on. Make a fucking mess,” 

Hunter’s fingers found your clit, rubbing tight, fast circles, and it was too much. Your body seized up as the orgasm tore through you, pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense you thought you might break apart. Your thighs shook violently, your cries muffled as Shawn shoved himself back into your mouth, groaning as your throat contracted around him. 

As this was going on, Hunter couldn’t hold out much longer as he snapped his hips, taking you with a more brutal speed, “Fuck...gonna fill this pussy up,” 

But Shawn was the first to break. His grip on your hair tightened as he let out one final groan, spilling down your throat and coating your tongue in his cum as he pulled out. He snapped your head up, giving you no other choice but to swallow not that you would have spat.  

Hunter wasn’t far behind, burying himself deep filling you up as he groaned, cumming deep into you, coating your walls with his cum. The two men used you until they couldn’t no more, chasing the aftershocks as you let them hold you up. 

When they both pulled out, you fell against the bed unable to move. You were spent. Body trembling between them as you gasped for air. Shawn stroked your cheek lazily, his smirk still in place. 

“So,” Shawn smirked, holding your head in his lap, “How does it feel losing your virginity?” 

You managed a grin in response, rolling onto your back as Hunter helped you move your tired body. You look between them. The men who were the closest to you. Now, you were much closer than you ever dreamed. 

“I hope I never have to choose between you two again,”