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grabowskibeepboop · 10 months
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A & B insulting each other
C: Oh my god, why are they fighting?
D: Oh, they're actually flirting. It's really weird
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a-group-of-crows · 2 years
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this what actually happened when shawn agreed to the new system
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aswho1estuff · 2 months
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"Hello Mr. Michaels"
"Hello Mrs. Micheal"
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"Behave yourself Shawn I'm your superior"
"Oh yes Ma'am"
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"Don't get excited"
"Too late Ma'am"
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bufffamouspeeps · 9 months
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Chyna with DX
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sergeantangel · 3 months
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*=18+. ^ = HCs/Replies/Blurbs/Non Fics. Other Lists.
Ghost
Primo + * Dewdrop - @bethbruttenholm
* He Is - Vampire!Terzo - @angellayercake + Art - @tasty-ribz
* Swiss + Mountain - @serene-sun
A Nap Under the Clouds - Copia - @ramblingoak
^ Hopeless Romantic Headcanons - Copia - @emeritus-fuckers
Marvel
* Take Care of You - Frank Castle - @firesunflamed
^ Moodboard - Frank Castle - @jonscastle
Lemons - Matt Murdock - @chvoswxtch
Growing Older - Frank Castle - @chellestrash
The Dad Diaries: Welcome Home - Dad!Bucky - @navybrat817
Other
Shawn Michaels - @shawnflowers
* After Work - Fox Mulder - @chellestrash
Simon Riley - @starstruckmiraclekitty
* Dirty Laundry - Shane Walsh - @darlingshane
Enjoy
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take-taker-taken · 6 months
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ShawnXreader? Bratty reader getting a spanking from HBK?
Thank you, lovely Anon! Hope this hits the spot…
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“Honey, I’m home!”
You grin at the sound of his voice as the front door opens and then you curse quietly as you realise the half-full takeout cup is still perched on the table. You leap up and grab it, swiftly tucking it away behind the couch. You’ve already had your quota of iced coffee ‘concoctions’ (as Shawn calls them), for the week and so you’ll be in trouble if he sees it.
You turn around with a smile and he drops his bag to the floor and opens his arms. With a happy giggle you leap into them and he kisses you, spins you around and sets you back on the floor before pulling you in for a deeper kiss. You close your eyes and drift into it when he suddenly stops and leans back, looking at you closely.
“What?” You pout at the abrupt end to the kiss but he just continues to stare, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Do I have something on my face?”
“Where is it?” He says, casting suspicious glances around the room and then turning back to you after noticing the ring of condensation on the table.
You feel yourself blush but try to appear nonchalant, saying with a frown, “Where is what?”
He gives you a warning look. “Baby girl, I can see the chocolate in the corners of your mouth and I can taste the coffee. Where is it - or did you finish it already?”
You roll your eyes and say huffily, “It’s only a drink.”
He gives his head a small shake and his tone is measured as he replies, “We’ve talked about this, remember, and you agreed that you were having too many of those things. You asked me to set a limit on how many you should have and so-”
“I wanted one!” You practically stamp your foot and your voice raises as you interrupt him.
All Shawn raises is his eyebrow. “Did you forget who you’re talking to? Sounds like you need a time-out, little girl; go stand in the corner.”
Folding your arms tightly and pouting, you go to push past him but he stops you with a hand on your shoulder. “After you answer my question and tell me where it is.”
“Find it yourself,” you mutter, shrugging his hand off.
“Yeah, keep it up, brat. You’ve just upgraded from a time-out to a spanking.”
You’re annoyed at yourself for letting him down and for being caught out, but you know that now he’s said you’re getting a spanking there’s no way back from it, so it’s time for damage limitation. “It’s behind the couch,” you say quietly, head down.
“Go get it.”
Dragging your feet slightly you go and retrieve the cup, before turning back around to face him and he inclines his head towards the door.
“Into the kitchen and get rid of it.”
With a small sigh you do as you’re told, carrying it through to the kitchen where you remove the lid and pour the liquid down the drain. You don’t care - it no longer seems as appealing as it did before. You rinse out the cup too, and you’re about to dry it a little when his voice floats through to you.
“It doesn’t take that long - get your butt back in here!”
You return to the living room and he’s sat on the couch, waiting. You pause in the doorway and then he beckons to you.
“Over my knee. Now. You know what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”
You swallow and make your way over before slowly getting into position with your hips in his lap. He shifts you about a little and pulls your sweats and underwear down to your knees before guiding your arms out in front of you.
“You gonna keep those there, or do I need to hold on to your hands?”
“Keep ‘em,” You answer quietly and he strokes a hand down your back. The comfort is only momentary because in the next second his hand lands hard on your butt and you gasp with a mixture of shock and pain. He alternates between each cheek, delivering three more hard smacks and you whimper and clench your hands into fists.
“You know why you’re being punished, don’t you?” His free hand presses firmly into the middle of your back as he deals another half dozen blows.
“Uh huh - yes!” You correct yourself, knowing that you’re supposed to use your words.
He pauses the spanking for a moment and squeezes your cheeks. “Tell me,” He says quietly.
“I - I broke the rule about how many coffees I can have,” You say and then cry out as a fresh volley of hits lands on your skin.
“And…?”
You close your eyes briefly, feeling ashamed. “I - I lied to you about having it.”
“What else?” You don’t answer right away and so he unleashes again with a series of hard smacks that alternate on your cheeks, ending up with a couple of hits to your tender sit spot.
“I was rude! I’m sorry!” You kick your feet but to no avail as he just shifts to clamp one of your legs beneath his own.
“Quit struggling.” His tone is impassive and he reaches across to pinion your wrists without missing a beat before you have the chance to try and reach back to cover yourself. “You earned this baby girl, and you’re gonna take it.”
The only sounds for the next minute or so are the slap of palm against skin and you yelp and wriggle as he lands hard slaps to your bottom and thighs. Tears leak out, a mixture of pain and regret, as you twist your hands together within his grasp. Stupid coffee with it’s syrup and stupid chocolate cream…
“I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I promise, please!” You cry out as the blows rain down, seemingly getting harder. How can his hands be so soft and yet so hard at the same time?
“Yeah, I bet.” He lands four more hard slaps, and the final one ends with his hand impacting and then rubbing firmly against your burning flesh. You wriggle forward as though trying to escape and then give in to the treatment, as however sore it is, the gesture signals the end of your ordeal.
“You gonna stick to our rules in future, baby girl?” He squeezes the flesh hard and you whimper, kicking your feet again.
“I promise!”
“Alright then,” He answers and releases you from his grip, helping you to your feet. “Into the corner now - five minutes.”
Normally you would pout and argue about corner time, but you’re fairly sure that your ass is a beacon and so without protest you allow him to set you upright and shuffle you to the corner.
“Hands on your head, baby girl. You have a little think there about our rules.”
Backside throbbing, you do as he says, amazed that your butt seems to have developed its own heartbeat.You know of course that you were wrong to break his rule, and even more so to lie about it. You sniff, feeling sorry for yourself and settle in for the wait…
~*~
“OK, we’re all done, baby girl. Out you come. Come on and give me a hug.”
You turn eagerly and throw yourself into his waiting arms, happily inhaling the scent of his skin. “‘M sorry,” You answer truthfully, “I won’t do it again.”
“Sure hope not,” He says, giving you a squeeze. “Much more fun things to do than punish you…”
You look up at him shyly. “Show me?”
TTT
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urethrachr0nicles · 3 months
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tameodesza · 4 months
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To All the Men Shawn's Ever Loved
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Headcanon about Shawn’s dating history in some random AU in my head, lol. Inspired by this post by @piratewithvigor about Shawn and his 5 boyfriends 🤭
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Marty: 7 years ―୨୧⋆ ˚
Shawn dated around a lot in his youth, but Marty was his first long-term serious relationship
They met at the start of their careers before teaming together in smaller promotions. Marty chased after Shawn rigorously, the blond being hard to get.
It wasn’t that Shawn didn’t find Marty attractive, but he’d made a promise to his brothers that he’d never date a wrestler. They didn’t have the best track record in relationships, and Shawn’s older brothers didn’t want him to get his heart broken. If only he’d listened.
Marty eventually won Shawn over with how sweet he was, and how interested he seemed to learn about Shawn rather than deducing him to just a pretty face. They took things slow and Shawn finally said yes to the idea of a relationship after Marty had kissed him after leaving a show.
Things were pretty good in the first few years, but the relationship eventually became super toxic, especially around the time Shawn began to gain more popularity and success than Marty.
But they still tried to make it work, Shawn more so than Marty, because of how long they’d been together. Shawn wasn’t willing to give up so easily on a man he considered the love of his life.
But love wasn’t enough to combat their constant relationship problems – trust issues, jealousy, fighting, cheating, etc.
After another pointless argument, Shawn had enough and asked for a break.
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Kevin: 3 years ―୨୧⋆ ˚
Shawn wasn’t used to being a single man, and after meeting Kevin, his “break” with Marty swiftly turned into an official breakup.
Shawn was attracted to Kevin the moment he saw him on WCW in that ridiculous Oz gimmick. When Kevin came to the WWF, everything just seemed to click between them. They got along well, Kevin didn’t care about the heat Shawn had backstage, and they seemed to have the same sense of humor with Kevin being just as goofy as Shawn.
Kevin had only been there for two weeks before they got together, Shawn determined to scoop him up before someone else could. Being with Kevin was the freest Shawn felt in ages. It was definitely an adjustment to go from his previous relationship to someone who was so laid back, gentle, caring, loving, and protective in a non-possessive way.
Kevin helped to build back up the confidence that Marty had torn down. He was the perfect man for Shawn and it should’ve been a perfect relationship. But in true Shawn Michaels fashion, nothing could ever be that simple.
Despite being with a man that treated him better, Shawn carried over the toxic traits he’d learned from his previous relationship with Marty and basically self-sabotaged his relationship with Kevin. Their problems usually stemmed from Shawn’s lies, jealousy, and trust issues. Which eventually progressed to him picking fights with Kevin just to get a reaction out of the man.
But Kevin was nothing like Marty, and he was too mature and level headed to fall for Shawn’s antics, which only seemed to make Shawn angrier. But Kevin had learned not to feed into the anger, knowing that Shawn would eventually cool off and apologize before crawling into his awaiting arms.  
Their relationship reached a boiling point when Kevin told Shawn he was leaving for WCW. Shawn barely registered Kevin’s explanation before he was yelling at the man, saying he was selfish, that he was abandoning him, that Kevin didn’t love him and was only chasing after Scott.
That caused Kevin to lose his cool, his frustrations spilling over as he cursed out Shawn, offended that the blond would question his love for him and insinuate something between him and Scott. The argument ended with Kevin calling Shawn clingy, which was more of an honest observation than an insult, and Shawn telling him to go fuck himself. Who was Kevin to call him clingy? He’d show him clingy, alright.
That night sealed the fate of their relationship when Shawn did the unthinkable and cheated on Kevin with none other than the hitman, Bret Hart.
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Bret: 1 year ―୨୧⋆ ˚
My fav ship, but they don’t have a happy ending in this timeline 😭 (sorry hartbreak fans!)
Marty and Shawn’s relationship walked so Bret and Shawn’s could run, both men being equally as toxic but somewhat addicted to each other.
Their relationship had not-so-humble beginnings that spawned from Shawn’s infidelity. And what started from sex eventually grew into an unhealthy codependent relationship with both men using each other to fill some kind of void, Bret fresh from a divorce and Shawn still heartbroken from Kevin dumping him.
It may have been Shawn’s shortest relationship, but it was hands down the most intense relationship he’d experienced on so many levels. 
The love was intense, both men love bombing each other as soon as they were official, quick to let everyone know the other was off limits. Bret specifically made it his mission to show excessive PDA with Shawn whenever Kevin was around, and he continued to do so up until Kevin left for WCW. Shawn was often unaware, just happy to receive Bret’s affection.
Their fights were intense, others often thinking the two would kill each other if someone didn’t step in. They’d gotten kicked out of hotel rooms on multiple occasions due to noise complaints or damage that had been done due to one of them throwing shit around the room. Many of their fights had centered around Kevin, Bret’s jealousy leading him to believe that Shawn was still in love with the man, and Shawn’s annoyance at Bret constantly bringing up his ex.
And best, or worst depending on how you look at it, was that the sex was intense. Shawn had been introduced to so many new kinks, toys, and sex positions because of Bret, and his orgasms were unlike anything he’d ever experienced, the blond often coming multiple times before Bret’s climax. Shawn found that the sex was best when they were mad at each other, thus beginning his unhealthy obsession with riling up Bret, leading to an explosive fight and the most erotic hate sex. It was almost as good as the passionate makeup sex that followed.
Overall, sex was really what kept each other coming back. But beyond their attraction, there wasn’t any substance to the relationship. They hadn’t learned anything important about each other like birthdays, favorite colors, likes/dislikes, etc., which one could say led to many of their arguments because they didn’t really have a good understanding of each other. 
Shawn made the mistake many times of comparing Bret to Kevin because, honestly, he’d never gotten over the man. And deep down, he wished to work things out with him, but Kevin had made it very clear that he wanted nothing to do with Shawn after what he’d done.
So he settled for what he could get, but Bret wasn’t Kevin. He didn’t have Kevin’s patience and wasn’t one to tiptoe around his words to protect Shawn’s feelings.
But just like with his relationship with Marty, Shawn was hesitant to rip the band aid off despite how bad things had gotten between them. He’d grown accustomed to dysfunction, and he’d much rather put up with that than being alone.
The relationship only ended when Shawn got a taste of his own medicine. They say you lose him how you get him, and those words were never truer when Shawn found out that Bret had cheated on him with Sunny.
No surprise, the breakup was messy. Bret and Shawn had argued in front of the whole locker room, almost getting into a fight before Hunter and Chyna pulled Shawn away. But Shawn was a spiteful man and wasn’t going to let that be the last of it.
He keyed Bret’s car in the parking lot and threw a brick through the driver’s side window as an added bonus. Bret didn’t find out about it until the end of the show when leaving the arena. He was pissed and this led to him and Shawn actually fighting in the bathroom backstage the next week, Bret ripping out a few strands of Shawn’s hair in the process.
But Shawn got the last laugh in Montreal when Bret was screwed out of the WWF title.
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Undertaker: 4 years ―୨୧⋆ ˚
Shawn was as a broken man after his breakup with Bret, and even more so after the screwjob. Aside from DX, no one in the locker room wanted anything to do with him regardless of him telling people he wasn’t involved in screwing Bret out of the title (a lie no one believed).
It was the loneliest he’d felt in some time and certainly the longest he’d gone being single, which he had a hard time dealing with. Being the third wheel of Hunter and Chyna certainly didn’t help.
Undertaker had gained the same disdain towards Shawn as many of the guys had after the screwjob, steering clear of the blond at all costs. But he was also a professional and was willing to put his pride aside to do his job. So when Vince came to him about a possible feud with Shawn and a casket match, Undertaker agreed to it, albeit begrudgingly.
Ironically, their relationship began after Undertaker had injured Shawn’s back on that casket.
He felt absolutely devastated after hearing of Shawn’s upcoming back surgery that was a result of the casket clipping his back. When the words ‘career-ending injury’ began floating around, he felt sick to his stomach from guilt, blaming himself for the accident.
After Shawn’s surgery, Undertaker sent numerous ‘get well soon’ cards and flowers to Shawn’s hospital room. Shawn initially thought it was from his family or Hunter, but the cards never identified a sender. It wasn’t until Undertaker visited him in the hospital, the only wrestler outside of Shawn’s friends to come see him, that everything came together.
Undertaker was expecting to receive anger, insults, a spew of curses, anything other than the appreciative smile Shawn gave him when he sat at his bedside. The conversation was light, pleasant even, ending with Shawn telling Undertaker not to blame himself for his injury. He didn’t blame him, so the dead man shouldn’t do the same.
The visits became more frequent and once Shawn was released from the hospital, Undertaker had even taken some time off the road to look after Shawn in Texas. It was during that time at Shawn’s home that they officially got together. 
Being with Undertaker was vastly different than Shawn’s previous partners. It was almost a bit odd being with a man that was so thoughtful, yet also not afraid to call Shawn out on his shit. Undertaker had a very no-nonsense demeanor that Shawn respected and was drawn to.
At that point in his life, Shawn was done playing games, no longer interested in the drama of relationships. He didn’t want to pick fights or throw hissy fits. He wanted something easy. Simple. And that’s what they had.
During his time with Undertaker, Shawn had matured the most. Undertaker helped him better understand his emotions, reflect on his past, and realize what wanted in life going forward. It may have also helped that Shawn was completely sober due to him taking medication, which Undertaker made sure he wasn’t misusing.
Undertaker was very instrumental in helping Shawn train to go back to the WWF, now WWE, in 2002. A lot had changed in Shawn’s absence, and he was honestly insecure and a little bit scared to return. He didn’t know if the fans would even care about him returning. And he knew a few of the boys backstage wouldn’t be happy. But Undertaker was always there to kiss away his worries, ensuring him that everything would be ok. They would be together, and he wouldn’t let anything bad happen to Shawn.
Shawn didn’t know their relationship could get any stronger, but it surely did after his return to the company. For the first time, Shawn was able to see what it was like to have a healthy relationship on the road. Undertaker didn’t question him of his whereabouts backstage or hover over him at the bar. He trusted Shawn and Shawn trusted him, knowing that they’d always end the night in each other’s arms at the hotel.
They broke up some time in 2004. The breakup was amicable, and there were no cars keyed in the parking lot this time. Shawn wanted to take some time to focus on himself and his career, which Taker completely understood as they’d both been putting their career over their relationship. Undertaker also needed to focus on his own personal issues, especially with his brother Kane. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, it was best for Shawn’s safety for them to be apart for the time being.
As mutual as the decision was, it was still a painful breakup for the two. They really loved each other, and always would, but they had their own paths in life that didn’t seem to involve each other at the moment. They figured if it was meant to be, they’d find each other again. 
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Hunter: 2006 - Present ―୨୧⋆ ˚
To be honest Shawn should’ve seen this one coming.
Hunter had been Shawn’s best friend since 1996. He thought Shawn was the most beautiful man he’d ever seen when he first met him, and he’d almost made a move on the blond until he learned that Shawn was dating Kevin. Hunter settled on being good friends with Shawn and began dating Chyna shortly after.
As he and Shawn grew into best friends, his interest in the shorter man never wavered. Unfortunately for him, he never had an opportunity to pursue Shawn in their younger years as either he or Shawn always seemed to be in a relationship while the other was single.
And the one time that they were both single, they weren’t on speaking terms. They’d gotten into a heated argument where Shawn called Hunter a backstabbing friend and accused him of using him to get to the top. Hunter was fed up with taking the brunt of Shawn’s anger and they both didn’t speak to each other for over a year after that.
Surprisingly, it was Kevin that reunited the two, encouraging Hunter to talk to Shawn and hear him out. After hearing about Shawn’s injury and back surgery, Kevin was quick to call the blond, concerned about his well-being. Though they hadn’t ended on good terms, he would always care for him.
They’d kept in touch sparingly since then and through their short conversations, Kevin learned of Shawn’s falling out with Hunter. Shawn was a stubborn man and Kevin knew that no matter how sorry Shawn sounded over the phone, Hunter would need to make the first move to fix their friendship. And after learning how sorry Shawn was, that’s what Hunter did.
He still held a bit of anger towards Shawn, but he missed him. And after a tearful reunion, their friendship was back even stronger, and so was his feelings for the blond. Feelings that had never left. But Hunter soon learned it was too late to pursue anything as Shawn had been dating Undertaker.
So just as he had in 1996, Hunter settled on being a good best friend to Shawn. And he was ok with that. They had so much to catch up on, and Hunter was just happy to have his buddy back.
Shawn and Hunter didn’t get together until 2006 after DX reunited. They’d already been close after rekindling their friendship but being DX once again and constantly being surrounded by each other while also never getting sick of the other really solidified their feelings for one another. That and the kiss Shawn gave Hunter on New Year’s Eve. 
For the first time, Shawn felt confident as he went into his relationship with Hunter. He was in a better headspace, had matured, and instead of carrying over toxic traits of past relationships, he carried over the lessons he’d learned over the years, determined to make this relationship last because he not only cared for Hunter as a lover but as a best friend. He’d already built up an immense amount of love for the man, and he didn’t want to ruin their relationship again. Also, Shawn was getting up there in age and was ready to settle down.
Being with Hunter made Shawn wish he’d made the decision sooner. They just got each other. Many times Shawn wouldn’t need to say anything, just give Hunter a look and the man would know what he was thinking.
Hunter was always so tender with him, probably afraid that Shawn would break or revert to his old ways at the slightest hiccup, which Shawn wasn’t going to allow to happen.
Shawn loved that Hunter was very affectionate, always touching him in some kind of way whether it’s holding his hand, hugging him every chance he got, playing with his hair, or tugging on his pocket to bring him closer.
Their fights were minimal, or at least they fought the least out of any of Shawn’s relationships. But when they did fight, it wasn’t the usual screaming matches Shawn was accustomed to. They talked to each other calmly with level heads, both hearing each other out before making a point. And they’d always end the conversation with a hug and an ‘I love you.’
Shawn’s sure Hunter’s the one after the man gets injured in 2007. Seeing Hunter in the hospital in so much pain and not being able to do anything about it broke Shawn.
He took time off the road to help Hunter with his injury, much like Undertaker had done for him. Being with Hunter every day so close in such an intimate setting of Hunter’s Connecticut home made Shawn realize he wanted to spend the rest of his life with him. And any man that could make Shawn endure the cold Connecticut winters deserved his heart.
The proposal was impromptu, Shawn whipping out the ring after Hunter’s physical therapy session. It was bittersweet, more sweet than bitter, since Hunter wanted to be the one to propose first. He’d been planning on doing it and would have done it sooner had it not been for his injury. 
But as he looked into Shawn’s beautiful teary blue eyes, he said yes, of course, and they were married on New Year’s Eve of that year, sharing the same kiss that started their relationship.
Looking back on the past, as painful as it was, Shawn wished he could thank all of the men he’d ever loved for teaching him how to love and helping him grow into the husband he was today. 
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magnoliacharmed · 1 year
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I’ll Show You A Winner
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18+, Shawn Michaels x Fem!Reader one shot
[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]
Word count: 1,282
Tags: Referenced drug use (cocaine), Referenced alcohol use, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, face slapping, voice kink, scratching, biting, bruises, condomless sex, reader is a total bitch, Shawn is mean
Summary:
Shawn gets mean with you after you make fun of him for losing a match.
Author's note: haha... yeah
“Aww, are you mad Shawn? Gonna cry about another lost match? God, you’re such a pussy sometimes.”
“What’d you say?”
“I said that you’re a crybaby. Mad that the world doesn’t always revolve around you. Guess all that politicking with Vince didn’t work, huh?”
“Hmm.”
“Didn’t wear your prettiest earrings to his office?”
Suddenly Shawn’s weight engulfed you into the plush mattress. Man he could move fast. His face was splotchy red after the last few hours you two spent drinking and snorting cocaine. It was a poor choice for the night since he was already in such a sour mood. As the hours passed by, he got angrier and angrier. The way you were picking at him wasn’t helping either.
“Some man you are.”
Your noses touched and his light smattering of facial hair scratched against you as he stared into your eyes. His breathing was heavy, so heavy you would’ve thought he just got done in the ring. The way his head cocked to the side made a warning sign flash in your head. The bull was being prodded too much. You didn’t have time to get another insult ready when Shawn’s hand clenched hard into your hair. It felt like he was going to tear it out with how strong his grip was. The pain radiated through your head and neck in a strangely delicious way.
“You wanna see what kinda man I am, honey? I’ll show you.”
Shawn’s breathing quickened as he moved his free hand down to unhook his belt. Just as soon as his pants were down enough, he hiked your dress up to your waist.
Your lips moved in a whispered frenzy by his ear, blond locks of his wavy hair shielding the rest of the room from you. “Can you even get it up, cokehead?” Your laugh was mean… and just the slightest bit panicked.
“Keep talkin’. I’ll shut you up soon enough.”
Shawn’s voice lacked the passion it usually had when he was pissed. You knew that when he was yelling and screaming it would pass pretty shortly. He just needed an outlet. When he was truly upset though? His already deep and raspy tone got even lower. It made your panties flood and your eyes widen. You were really in for it now.
With an aggressive push into you, Shawn began to thrust against your walls. You weren’t quite as prepared as usual, so your voice exclaimed out with a squeak. He continued to stare in your eyes with a look that was miles past angry. There was determination flowing through his veins to win. He couldn’t succeed in the ring tonight, that much was true. But he could make you shut up and could definitely make you come.
Your own hand flew up to grasp at his hair with force. Two could play that game. The feeling of you being so close to pulling it out made him go harder inside you. made him feel alive even more so than the coke. His neck strained as he reached down to kiss you roughly with no warning. Your muscles tightened around his length when his teeth bit your bottom lip.
“You like it when I’m rough, don’t you? Such a slut for me.”
Shawn shook his head in disappointment, but you both knew that he was loving this. His accent, that Texan drawl that made you melt, was especially heavy when he spoke. He could be as harsh as he wanted— as long as he kept talking you through it.
Before you could respond back, Shawn released his grip from your hair and instead wrapped his hand around your neck. You gushed below him, wet sounds filling the room when you adjusted your legs to surround his waist. You got a little dazed and lightheaded at the lack of air you were getting. Mirroring him, you decided to choke him back. It was too bad you weren’t strong enough to put as much pressure on his neck as he had on yours, but that didn’t seem to matter to him. The slight squeeze you could give was enough for him to groan loudly above you.
Your vision darkened around the edges. Shawn was pounding you into the mattress while he continued to restrict your airflow. You did your best to grind into every one of his forceful thrusts, your clit shooting bolts of pleasure through you whenever it brushed against him. He smiled at you in that cocky sort of way he liked to whenever he was winning. You got some air back when he moved your head up to angle more at him. He was fucking the bitchy resolve right out of you, tears building at the corners of your eyes at how he stretched you out.
“And look who’s crying now! It’s so pathetic it’s cute.” His cruel voice rumbled and reverberated through your body in hedonistic bliss.
Shawn used his other hand to grab your jaw and hold you in place. He was much stronger than you and your body was beginning to get weak at the impending orgasm threatening to wrack through you. Those soft blue eyes of his were crazed when he stuck his tongue out. You immediately stuck yours out too to swirl around his lewdly, hoping he’d push you into another kiss. Despite everything he’d been doing to you, this felt the most inappropriate.
That was until he slapped you.
It wasn’t very hard at all. It was more of a surprise than anything. Shawn immediately caressed the stinging skin of your cheek, then rubbed the pad of his thumb against your bruised bottom lip. With little force he pushed his thumb into your mouth for you to suck on. You did so gratefully with a dumb sort of expression on your face.
A mocking sigh breathed from his lips. “You disgust me.”
Stars began to overtake your vision before your eyes rolled back in your head. Your hands pawed at his back in desperation. The deep scratches you were leaving weren’t your problem. He could just keep his shirt on the next time he had to be on TV. With every claw mark up the expanse of his well toned back Shawn’s movements stuttered even more. The way you looked at him right before you came, so innocent and doe eyed, sent him right past the edge and over the moon. Shawn filled you with his come until his entire body fell limp above you. It took the last little bit of energy he had to unwrap your legs from around him and roll over to the other side of the bed.
Both of you laid on your backs and breathed heavily into the open air. You felt Shawn shift beside you to stare at your heaving chest. Your cheek didn’t look too bad, but your bottom lip was puffy and your neck was bruised. Your hair was a bird’s nest above you from the pulling. Shawn wasn’t in great shape either. The scratches on his back actually hurt down now that the adrenaline was fading. The alcohol and coke made his face bloated and a headache form at his temples. He was pretty sure that strands of his already thinning hair were pulled out from the way you grabbed at him. Your nails dug marks into the side of his neck that were hard to look at.
In the end, none of that mattered. He won.
“Fuck, Shawn. That was amazing.” Your voice was laced with awe.
“Of course it was, honey.”
“That’s cause you’re the best.” You dragged yourself over to lay against his chest, drowsiness pulling you down into a deep sleep.
“Damn straight.”
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smartycvnt · 4 months
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Small Things
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Title: Small Things
Pairing: Shawn Michaels x Reader
Word Count: 535
It should have been one of the greatest nights of his life. Shawn should have been celebrating his victory and everything that came with it. Girls backstage were fawning over him, but the one that mattered wouldn't come near him. Shawn tried to keep a happy face on for his friends and colleagues, but eventually pretending became too difficult and he had to step away.
He had planned on just stepping out for a bit of fresh air. Instead, he was met with the familiar scent of lavendar and clove cigarettes. He had never been one to smoke, but he knew exactly who those belonged to. Shawn didn't have to look very far at all to find Y/n standing with her back turned to him.
"Y/n, I thought you were quitting," Shawn said. Y/n nearly dropped her cigarette as she turned around to face him. Shawn looked disappointed in her, but she had only ever quit for him. With him out of her life, she had no reason to let go of her vices anymore. There was nobody nagging her about the smell of smoke when she came home at night. She was all alone once again.
"I did for a little while, but then I couldn't figure out why I kept it up after you left me. You should get back in there, I heard that a few of the girls had a surprise for you if you won," Y/n said. She tried not to sound bitter, but it had been hard hearing some of the younger girls talk about surprising Shawn to fuck him. They all wanted to be with a champion, and Shawn had a serious problem saying no to women like that.
"I don't want any of them. I don't want any of this, not anymore. I just want you." Y/n's fists clenched at her sides as Shawn started to grovel. She had never wanted them to split up, but Shawn had been convinced that it was what needed to happen. "I miss you."
"I missed you too, for a while. You'll get over it," Y/n said coldly. Shawn dropped down onto his knees in front of her as he grabbed onto her waist.
"I've been trying to move on, but it's obvious that I can't. Please, take me back Y/n. I shouldn't have brought you down. I should have raised you up with me, and now, I see that. Please, I can't go on with every little thing reminding me of you all day, every day," Shawn begged. Y/n hated that Shawn had managed to get through to her, especially after he had made her feel so small and insignificant.
"If we do this again, we do it right. You have to promise me that we'll communicate and do things like normal people. No more rushing things because of the business."
"I promise," Shawn said as he grabbed onto Y/n's hips. He rested his head against Y/n's stomach. She ran her fingers through his hair as she stood there with him kneeling in front of her. "Thank you."
"Just please, don't screw things up again," Y/n pleaded with Shawn.
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the-man-becky-lynch · 6 months
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Can i request a angsty Shawn Michaels fic with a happy ending using a prompt " After everything we've been through, you still don't think i love you?" and " When i'm with you i'm happy, so don't leave me please"
Don't leave me || Shawn Michaels x Reader
Summary: You and Shawn have been through a lot in your relationship. Initially, it took you a long time to trust him. Now, old demons are creeping into your head and you start to doubt again.
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The wrestling world had seen its fair share of drama, rivalries, and unforgettable moments. But in your personal life, the journey with Shawn had been just as tumultuous, filled with ups and downs that had tested the very fabric of your relationship.
At the heart of it all lay a profound trust issue. It had taken you a long time to let your guard down and believe that Shawn genuinely loved you, not just for the superficial reasons that often dominated the wrestling scene. You had your moments of doubt, lingering scars from past relationships and experiences that made it difficult to fully accept the love that Shawn so openly offered.
Recently, those old demons had been resurfacing, threatening to consume your thoughts. You couldn't help but distance yourself from Shawn, the fear of rejection creeping back into your mind. You had been retreating into solitude, seeking solace in your own space as you battled these relentless insecurities.
It was Chyna who finally sensed that something was amiss. She had been a close friend and confidante to both of you for years, and she knew you better than you knew yourself sometimes. When she found out what was happening, she didn't waste a moment. She tracked down Shawn and let him know that he needed to find you.
Shawn, his brow furrowed with concern, followed Chyna's directions to find you huddled away in her locker room. Your eyes were red-rimmed from crying, and you looked up in surprise as he entered, your heart aching at the sight of him.
"After everything we've been through, you still don't think I love you?" Shawn's voice was filled with a mixture of sadness and frustration as he approached you, his gaze never leaving yours.
Your resolve crumbled as you met his eyes. Tears welled up, and you choked back a sob. You had never wanted to hurt him like this, but the fear had taken hold of you once again. You broke down into tears, your apologies tumbling out in a rush as you struggled to find the right words.
Shawn didn't hesitate. He reached out, gathering you into his strong arms, and held you close. His warmth and the familiar scent of his cologne enveloped you, offering comfort and solace like no other. As he hugged you, he whispered those three words you had longed to hear from him: "I love you, I love you, I love you."
When you finally calmed down enough to speak, you knew it was time to bare your soul. The words you had been keeping inside, buried beneath layers of doubt and insecurity, tumbled from your lips. "When I'm with you, I'm happy," you admitted, your voice trembling. "So please, don't leave me. I need you, Shawn. I love you too."
Shawn held you tighter, as if he could physically shield you from all your fears. "I'm not going anywhere," he assured you, his words filled with unwavering sincerity. "We'll work through this together. I love you, and I'm here to stay."
In that moment, as you clung to each other, you knew that your love had weathered yet another storm. And together, you were stronger than any doubts or fears that might try to tear you apart.
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grabowskibeepboop · 10 months
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Ps: Shawn HAS called Michael demon daddy before and took his torture "advice"
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ametrinearrows · 7 months
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Hurt
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In the world of WWE, Shawn Michaels and YN YLN were more than just colleagues; they were the best of friends. Their camaraderie was legendary backstage, where they’d often share stories, jokes, and the occasional friendly competition. However, life on the road had its toll, and their paths hadn’t crossed in a while.
As the cheers of the crowd resonated through the arena, Shawn Michaels stepped into the ring to face his eternal rival, the Undertaker. The match was intense, each move executed with precision, and the audience was on the edge of their seats. But as fate would have it, a risky maneuver left Shawn clutching his back in pain. The match continued, but the damage was done.
Meanwhile, Triple H watched from the sidelines, his concern growing with every painful expression on Shawn’s face. As the match concluded, Triple H rushed to the locker room, his heart heavy with worry. He knew there was only one person who could bring solace to Shawn in times like this—YN YLN.
Triple H burst into YN’s locker room, his voice slightly frantic. “YN, you need to know. Shawn’s hurt, really hurt.”
YN’s eyes widened with shock, her concern mirroring Triple H’s urgency. “What? How bad is it?”
Triple H took a deep breath, his voice softening as he spoke. “He took quite a beating from the Undertaker. He’s hurt, but I know he’d feel better if you were there.”
YN’s heart raced as memories of their shared moments flooded her mind. Without a second thought, she hurriedly got up, her determination shining in her eyes. “I’m coming.”
She followed Triple H to Shawn’s locker room, where he was nursing his injuries. The pain was evident on his face, but his eyes lit up when he saw YN standing there. A mix of surprise and relief washed over him.
“YN,” Shawn whispered, his voice strained. “I didn’t expect…”
YN approached him with a gentle smile, her presence calming the room. “I heard what happened. Are you okay?”
Shawn managed a weak chuckle. “I’ll live, thanks to you guys watching my back.”
Triple H nodded in agreement. “He’s right. We’re a team, always looking out for each other.”
YN’s gaze never left Shawn’s. “You scared me, you know. You can’t just go getting hurt like this.”
Shawn grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Sorry to cause a fuss.”
YN’s expression softened. “Just promise me you’ll take it easy and let yourself heal.”
Shawn reached out and gently squeezed YN’s hand. “I promise.”
With a determined look, YN offered her support. “Alright, big guy, time for me to take care of you. Let’s get you home and on the mend.”
Triple H helped Shawn to his feet, and together they made their way to YN’s car. The journey to Shawn’s place was filled with lighthearted banter and reminiscing about their adventures together. Despite the pain he was in, Shawn couldn’t help but smile at the familiarity and warmth of their friendship.
Once they arrived at Shawn’s home, YN carefully guided him inside, making sure he was as comfortable as possible. She prepared a cozy space on the couch with pillows and blankets, ensuring he had everything he needed within reach.
“Here’s the remote, some water, and I’ll grab some painkillers,” YN said, moving around the living room with an air of practiced care.
Shawn chuckled softly. “Feels like old times, you taking care of me.”
YN handed him the painkillers with a playful roll of her eyes. “Don’t get used to it. You’re lucky this time.”
Over the next few days, YN became Shawn’s steadfast companion. She cooked his favorite meals, made sure he took his medication, and provided a listening ear whenever he needed to vent about the frustrations of being sidelined. Their conversations flowed effortlessly, a mix of laughter, reminiscing, and supportive words.
As Shawn’s injuries slowly improved, YN also found creative ways to keep him entertained without pushing his body too hard. They watched classic wrestling matches, played video games, and even attempted to recreate some of their favorite wrestling moves (with Shawn’s movements limited, of course).
One evening, as the sun set outside, casting a warm glow in the room, Shawn looked at YN with gratitude in his eyes. “You’ve made this recovery feel a lot less lonely.”
YN smiled back, her gaze soft. “That’s what friends are for, Shawn. I could never stop caring.”
Weeks went by, and Shawn’s injuries began to heal, thanks in no small part to YN’s dedicated care. As he regained his strength, they decided it was time for him to step back into the ring. YN stood by his side, cheering him on from the sidelines during his training sessions.
On the day of his comeback match, Shawn’s nerves were palpable. YN, however, exuded confidence. “You’ve got this. Just remember, I’ll be cheering the loudest.”
As Shawn’s music blared through the arena, he walked out with newfound determination. The match was fierce, but Shawn’s spirit was unbreakable. With each move he executed, he could almost feel YN’s unwavering support propelling him forward.
After the match, victorious and exhausted, Shawn made his way backstage to find YN waiting for him with a triumphant grin. “See? I told you that you had it in you.”
Shawn chuckled, a mix of relief and pride in his eyes. “Couldn’t have done it without you, YN.”
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aswho1estuff · 2 months
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cyoungjaeist · 27 days
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Anyone can comment or reblog me with Shawn wearing booty shorts? It's for science 😭😭
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sergeantangel · 4 months
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*=18+. ^ = HCs/Replies/Blurbs/Non Fics. Other Lists.
Ghost
Copia - @writingjourney
Naps With Copia 3 - @ramblingoak
^ A Ghouls Embrace (art) - Dewdrop - @namelessghoulette04
* The Devil’s Damsel Part 4 - Secondo - @ghostchems
Other
I Don’t Care What They Say - Tommy Shelby - @zablife
Before I Knew You - Bill Weasley - @magicbystarlight
* NSFW Alphabet - Nadja (WWDITS) - @witchthewriter
* Landscape With Honey (AO3) - John Price (COD) - @ceilidho
Dirty Little Secret - Shawn Michaels (WWE)- @smartycvnt
* Soaked - Din Djarin - @bits-and-babs
* Always Have, Always Will - Dean Winchester - @little-diable
Watercolour - Pero Tovar - @iamskyereads
* Mary Goore - @gasolineghuleh
* Untitled - The Undertaker (WWE) - @take-taker-taken
Marvel
* Under the Stars - Frank Castle - @bellaxgiornata
* Running on Empty - Bucky Barnes - @navybrat817
Enjoy
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