#wwf smut

[rainchyna]

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a/n ‎♡ i just wanted to say thank you, to everyone for showing love and support towards this series. i want you guys to know that all your lovely comments and hilarious memes meant the absolute universe to me. but alas, everything has an end (apart from ric flair’s career) and this series has come to an end, with this being the final episode. y/n and edge are finally happy together 🥹. thank you, truly, for your support and love towards r:s and me. i love you 🫶🏼

warnings! [ cussing, fluff, christian being christian per usual, apparently idk how matches work, violence, smut LMAO, pwlp, praise, oral (f), multiple orgasms (f), squirting, a lot more vanilla than you think, overstimulation??]

on the entre trip to the arena, three things were going on. christian kept complaining about how it was adam's turn to drive and that he was already tired of having him back, adam was babbling about how concerned he was about getting chewed out by vince when getting back for not being at the hotel or rehersals for the show, and you were giddy and bubbling on the inside because even though you were sitting the back seat while adam sat in the front passenger seat, he still held your hand through the gap between his and christian's seat.

"christian?"

"yeah?"

"why'd you text matt from my phone?"

christian could've swerved right there, "how did you know it was me?" this genius asked. "i didn't, i just got you to admit to it. still though, why?" you ask. "well, i wanted to talk to matt to understand what the hell was going on with you and him. to be fair though, i could've just asked him in real life" he answered.

"or you could've just texted him from your phone" you point out. christian just eyed you through the rear view mirror. "that. that too" he remarked.

"wait, who texted who from ... where?" adam asked

"long story" you and christian replied in union.

6:15 pm, later that day.

“baby, wake up"

"hm"

"did she drool in my fucking car seat-"

"relax-"

"wake the fuck up, bozo. we're here! and we're late! and stop drooling in the seat bro!” christian almost yelled.

everything was a little hazy, until chrisitian's last sentence went through your right ear, into your brain, and out your left ear. "were here?!" you cry as you jump out of your seat, "and we're late?!" you were grabbing onto too many things at once, almost dropping your bags and phone in the process. "woah, chill there, tiny" adam teased. "you're like two inches off of the floor anyways, don't fall on your face now"

“i will power power bomb you, right here. right now” you glare at adam while he just giggles.

“you two are the reason i can’t have nice things” christian mumbled.

as you three power walked your way through the building, everything felt like tonal whiplash. staff running around making sure everything was perfect, talent filming segments for their own storylines, some just walking around chatting, and per usual, there was yelling from somewhere. you were met with confused looks from those around. where were you three for the past days? why didn’t you arrive with the rest of the roster? how dare you miss rehearsals? were y’all aware that the show begins in like two hours?

“i’ll see you two at catering?” you asked before entering the women’s locker room. “yeah definitely, and bring lita with you. least we can do is be briefed about the match” christian said. “wait, give me a kiss” adam pulled you in. one kiss became two, and two became three.

“kill me” christian said walking away.

“c’mon! go, we’re already late” you pushed adam away. “one more!” he demanded, stomping his foot like a little child.

“go!” you laughed.

as you walked in, you were immediately tackled down to the floor by someone you assumed was lita. “ i was so worried about you! where were you?” her familiar, sweet voice asked. “long story, but i’ll tell you if you do my hair! and quickly explain what we’re supposed to do later” you squeak under her.

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6:49 pm, that same evening.

“he thought you were dating matt?!” the red haired girl asked. “i know! bitch, i was as confused as a hot dead dog on a swing” you reply. “girls, does anyone have red lipstick?” you ask, “i do!” trish answered, “wait, so you drove all the way back home to get him?” lita asked, “personally, you won’t catch me driving 18 fucking hours to see a man. but, hey, as long as he loves you” trish said handing you the dior lipstick.

“we’ll, i do love him” you smiled, as you applied the glossy shade on your lips. “love the new gear by the way” trish added.

your new gear consisted of cargo black pants, a tight leather mandarin collar vest and bright red sneakers. “you’re actually my favourite person” you told trish.

“i’m right here!” lita said

you and lita step out hand in hand, towards catering. “where are the hardys?” you asked. “at the men’s locker room i think?” lita said. “i don’t know. last time i checked, they were at catering” she added. “check the locker room, i’ll check catering” she says letting go of your hand.

as you headed towards the men’s locker room, all you could hear was loudness, unidentifiable loudness. you knock on the door, and wait. no one shows up, you knock again louder, still no one. you knock one last time, before pushing the door, and what a sight it was.

the blue meanie was on top of jbl, both on the floor. the blue meanie was landing punches on jbl’s already bruised face. on that side of the room were the undertaker, kane, ken shamrock, and very agitated taz pulling them away from each other, and on the other side of the room were edge brushing his hair and christian lacing up his boots, jericho was reading a book, and a crash holly and shawn michaels who were very calmly chatting, clearly unmoved by whatever was going on across from them.

“oh, hey y/n/n” shawn greeted you, “you need anything?”

and everyone seemed to stop dead in their tracks, all eyes were on you now. all the wrestlers involved in the fight were glaring at you as you just stopped some type of main event. “i swear i knocked” you quickly defend yourself, “you two come here, now” you whisper-yelled at adam and christian. you immediately step back as the door closes in your face.

“why does it smell like that it there?” you ask yourself, face scrunching up. it smelled like a wet socks and cheddar cheese.

“what?” christian asked, dragging adam behind him who was still brushing his hair. “where are the hardys?” you ask. “they just went catering” adam answered, tucking the brush into his tights’ waist band. you were so used to his dumb shit you didn’t even notice it at first.

“well move it, we really need to go” you say. “hey!” lita came back, “ i found them… what the fuck is going on in there?” she asking hearing all the ruckus.

“don’t even ask” you answer.

7:15 pm, tag team match.

edge and christian were defending their tag team championships against matt and jeff, while lita was defending her women’s championship against you. it was a winners take all match.

the match itself was fast paced, mainly the boys went for a a more high flyer wrestling style, while you lita resorted to more high flying as well, you resorted to a more technical style. rarely where you able to showcase your talent and any chance you got you took.

jeff and christian were on the outside, exchanging punches, kicks and throwing each other on the announce tables. matt and edge were both crawling on the mat, taking their sweet time to reach and tag you and lita in. as soon as you saw matt reach lita, you turned your hand upwards signaling for adam to tag you in. as soon as you were both in, you began landing blows in each other. a moonsault from her to you, a leg drop, at one point she even attempted and shooting star press but you moved out of the way. you reversed it into a sharp shooter. the crowd loudly chanted your name as you paid tribute to the hit man in his land.

at this point, all four men where surrounding the ring. edge and christian cheering for you along with crowd, matt and jeff reaching out for lita to tap in. lita began moving her arms, trying to get them out from under her. your boys immediately ran and attacked the hardys, as they knew that if lita doesn’t tag them, one of they will break up the hold.

you tightened your hold, then lita tapped out. the referee immediately signaled for the bell to be rang. edge and christian have successfully defended their championships and you were the new women’s champion.

all three of you got in the ring, on one side of the referee was edge holding up his belt, and on the other side were you and christian holding up yours. team extreme were slowly walking up the ring, glaring at you with anger in their eyes, and holding onto random body parts as they sold their injuries.

you and edge walk hand in hand to the bar where everyone was. apparently, jbl was taken to wrestlers’ court for picking on the blue meanie, and his punishment was to pay for the roster’s dinner and drinks at the hotel’s bar and restaurant. all of you decided to celebrate your win by hanging out there.

the bar was jam packed with big, buff men and women as far as the eye can see. your outfit consisted of a tight fitting, little, black silk dress. black platform heeled boots and adam’s leather jacket was draped over your shoulders, your wore small to medium golden hoops and sported a white and gold dior hand bag. your make up was soft and glowly, and your lips adorned the same lipstick trish gave you, you looked gorgeous per usual.

“i would say ‘look at my wife everyone!’ but wow i don’t want anyone looking at you!” lita leaned in for a hug. “imagine how i feel” adam sarcastically remarked.

“sorry about your title, babe” you hugged your friend, “don’t even worry about it, there’s no one i would’ve wanted to drop it to other than you” she smiled.

“can y’all move?” christian pushed past you, “i heard bradshaw is paying for everyone, so i must order every possible drink there is” he added.

the hardy brothers soon joined you, bringing with them a bottle of champagne in celebration of your win. you all huddled in a quieter corner of the restaurant’s end of the bar, as the older veterans - who were join by vince for some reason - were most definitely going sit around and bitch about taxes, or whatever old people talk about.

jeff popped the champagne bottle open, “to our new women’s champion!” he cheered, raising a toast and everyone following suit. soon, christian came to your corner with tequila shots. “no, guys, c’mon. let the texan pablo escobar wannabe pay, don’t bring anything yourself. let the bastard pay!”

after a while of playing a drunken truth or dare, retellings of embarrassing stories and christian giving the expected drunk friend ‘i love you guys’ speech, adam poked at your side. “come with me for a second” he whispered.

you both step outside to the porch that opened up to the garden of the restaurant. there were fairy lights everywhere and quite hum of the chilly night breeze made the place feel a more magical than it should be. at one of the tables you spotted an old couple, mid-late 80s, having a candle lit dinner.

“do you think we’ll grow to be like them?” you ask, voice quite. “someday” adam says. “y’know, we haven’t had a moment to ourself for a while now” he says. “hm” you hum an answer. you stood there, taking in each other’s presence.

“oh yeah, i wanted to give you this” adam pulled away from you. he dug into his pants’ pocket, pulling out a little red velvet bag. he handed it to you, you looked at him for a split second before taking it. a small gasp fell from your lips, it was a silver and diamond necklace. he chuckled. “real diamonds. i was planning on giving it to you on your birthday, but i thought today was better” he smiled.

“don’t make me feel bad now, i got you a keychain for your birthday” you stated. “and i love it?? ‘happy birthday you sexy whore’? that’s literally me” adam laughs. “can you put it on me?” you ask. “of course” he takes the necklace from your hand.

you move your hair away, the cold metal is wrapped around your neck beautifully. adam kisses your shoulders before turning you around to face him. “i love you, i really do” he says, holding your face in his large hands. “i love you, more” you say. your eyes sparkled under the fairy lights, adam bringing you closer to him to kiss you.

your hands rest on his chest, as you deepen the kiss. he wraps his arms around your waist and yours hang around his neck. his tongue snakes into your mouth, clashing against yours. unconsciously you back him up against the porch wall, as you kisses get heated more and more by the second. you pull away from him, needing air. you look down at his lips, and you giggle a little. “what?” he laughs along. “you look like penny wise”. your lipstick was printed on and around his lips. “do you wanna go back to our room?” he asks. “please” you whisper.

“wait, let me wipe my lipstick off of you” you said tugging on his arm, as he was already heading inside.

“are you serious?” he almost sounded offended.

“uh, yeah?” you answer.

“leave it there baby, i want everyone to know i’m yours”

and your heart did a little something.

as you walk back inside, hand in hand, you quickly peep at your corner. christian was passed out on a couch, jeff had the ‘contemplating my life decisions’ drunk look and matt and lita weren’t even there.

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unlocking the door to your room, adam immediately latched himself onto you. “i missed you, so fucking much” he muttered against your lips. you kick the door shut as you kiss him.

“jump” he orders and you immediately do, he held you against him, remembering to enter the room no one used incasr christian came back later. he gently laid you on the bed, then began taking off his clothes. you pulled of your boots, jacket and dress, revealing a gorgeous lace set.

adam stripped down to his boxers and got on his knees between your legs. “what are you doing?” you ask. “i put you through hell, let me please you”.

he lips traced up your thighs with kisses, to your stomach, past your ribs and chest to your neck. he left gentle love bites around your collarbones and jawline. you grabbed his face and kissed him, you’ve waited too long for this. he kissed back down your neck, grinding on you as he goes.

he began gently sucking and nibbling at your neck leaving small, red markings on it. you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second, adam’s hand slid down and pulled your legs over his waist, his hand then moved towards your clothed pussy. his fingers moved along the lace. “i can feel how wet you are through your panties, baby” he whispered. “then do something about it” you whimper.

it was all fun and games, until you dared him to do something about it. do something about it? sure.

he moved away from you, completely getting off of the bed. he pulled out the little chair that was at the vanity, positioning it at the end of the bed. as he sat down, he pulled you down towards him by your ankles. you’re in for it.

he pulled off your panties, and with his thumb, he rubbed slow, gentle circles against your clit. you close your eyes and your legs push against each other wanting to close. “keep your legs open, my love” he said, voice low. he pulled you closer to him, as he leaned down towards your pussy, one clean lick against your clit and slit, and you whimpered loudly. “if you want me to do something about it, then be louder for me”

his warm tongue moved gently on you, as your back slightly arched up. his tongue took a quick dip into your pussy, quickly coming back out. “p-please” you let out a broken moan. adam uses his right hand to keep your legs open and left hand to pry you open. his middle finger slowly sliding into you, softly thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace. but it wasn’t enough, “more, please, please” you moan. he uses both his middle and ring finger on you, working them gently against you. his mouth moves back to your clit, lightly nibbling and sucking on it. “oh fuck, fuck just like that” you moan. “there she is” his voice raspy as he pulls away from you.

his fingers begin moving faster, and faster. occasionally slowing down just to tease you. his pointer was now added and his lips were harsher against your clit. you’re almost grinding against his face, desperately chasing an orgasm that’s building inside you. “faster, please, f-faster!” you cry. his fingers push and pull, curling inside you as his tongue laps at your wetness. he sucks on your clit even harder, making you grab the pillows above you as your orgasm bubbles inside you. he pulled away and used his other hand to rub your clit, “you like that, baby? hm?” he teased. “am i making you feel good?” “y-yes! yes, s-so good. d-don’t stop, please don’t stop” you beg. “aw” he coos, “if that’s what my baby wants” he says.

he moves his fingers away, and used his lips against you clit again. he could tell you loved it, your grinding against his face never ceased. until you started trembling. “a-adam, i’m g-gonna, i-, i…”.

“it’s okay, baby. cum for me”

and with one loud moan, you come undone around his fingers. but he doesn’t stop, continues licking and sucking on you like there’s no tomorrow. his large hands hold you down in place as you body shakes under him. “a-adam!” you cry, “adam, please!” your words were cut off by the three of his fingers pushing into you at once. “oh f-fuck!” you cry out loud, you were still sensitive from your orgasm. yet, you could still feel the heat of another building up. “i’m gonna c-cum again, baby, i-i’m really c-close” you moan, “ i know” he groaned. “i want you to cum on my face”. just idea was enough to make you moan out loud. your grip on the pillows go tighter and vision got hazier.

“‘m cumming!” you cry, as your orgasm ripples through your body. adam pulls away from you, licking his lips. your heart was beating fast and your breathing was heavy. a thin layer of sweat covered your forehead, adam got up, entering the bathroom. you could see his boner through his boxers. when he came back he had a towel in his hands. “legs up, baby” he whispered. you raise your legs that felt like jello up, and he slid the towel under you. next thing you know, he was tying his hair up.

oh?

oh.

“one more, can you take one more?” he asked, you nod weakly, already addicted to the euphoria he brought you. he slid his fingers inside in more time, only two this time and his tongue reached for you clit again. his free hand laying on your lower abdomen, you quickly fell for overstimulation, your clit was throbbing and your pussy was aching for him, you still couldn’t help but grind on his face. his light stubble tickling your sensitive inner thighs. his work on your clit was harsher his time, sucking, and licking everywhere he could, his hand slowly applying pressure on your abdomen it made you feel this way, it just did.

everything was so much faster this time, his fingers kept poking at the one spot that made your knees give out. you saw little black and white dots, and you felt dizzy. his hand kept applying pressure on your lower abdomen and you began clenching around his fingers hard. it felt different this time, it felt like you needed to use the bathroom.

“baby” your voice was panicked.

adam knew this tone, he got what he wanted. “a-adam, n-no, no more, i can’t-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence as you felt like you were on cloud nine, you couldn’t think. you just felt him on you. until it was too late.

“i’m gonna-!”

and you squirted all over his face and on the towel. “good girl” he praised. “good girl, you did so well for me”. you were barely able to see him. your pleasure mattered most to him, he would’ve forgotten about his boner, had it not painfully throbbing against the fabric of his boxers. he stood up, yanking off his boxers, his cock slapped against his abs. pre-cum slowly oozing from his slit. he held his cock in his hand stroking it for a second before asking, “can you take me, my love?”

your mouth wasn’t responding as quick as your body, as you found yourself nodding yes before verbally saying it. “speak up, honey” he encouraged. “y-yes, i can” you answer.

he held onto your hips, slowly pushing himself in. his let out a low moan because of how wet you were. despite trying to loosen you up a bit, you still felt tight around him. but it felt so good, you wrapped so deliciously well around him, he couldn’t think for a moment. your hot, velvety walls felt like the type of poison he’d be willing inject himself with. his thrusts were slow and steady, gently trying not to hurt you. he was big, and he knew he was big. he didn’t want to hurt his angel, not one bit.

he was building up and pace, sound of skin slapping against skin getting louder and louder. your moans getting louder as well, he wanted to take it slow with you, he really did. until you began begging “please be rough with me” and to “fuck me, please i want to you fuck me”, and fuck you he will.

he threw your legs over his shoulders and thrusted deeper into, nothing of you moaning each other’s names like it’s the only words you knew. you felt so good around him, so tight.

you gripped the sheets beneath you, almost unable to speak as you felt your next orgasm approaching, you tried to hold on for him, as much as you can, clenching around him hard, almost harder than he can take. “i-if you keep doing t-that i’ll cum” he warns you. “c-can’t help it” you moan. his thrusts get harder, so hard the bed frame was banging against the wall and creaking. you were moaning and whimpering so much it sounded like you were crying, your face was flushed pink, eyebrows furrowed and lips reddened and agape.

adam looked down at your stomach for a split second and he could’ve sworn he’d seen his cock moving inside you. “hurry! i can’t hold on for any longer” but he was mesmerized but what he’d seen to hear you, he thrusted deeper into you which made him miss out loud. “adam” you cry, “that’s it, t-that’s it baby. almost there” he groaned. you couldn’t get any tighter, or at least he thought, you tightened around him one last time before orgasming around him, which triggered his own orgasm.

you both laid there for a moment, it almost felt surreal. if this was a dream then you’d gladly stay asleep.

“did you like it?” adam mumbled, “l-like it?” you stuttered, “i literally can’t breathe” you exclaimed. you both laughed, you were both happy and it didn’t matter were this train was leading - for now you were happy with what you had.

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[nantes5]

Always💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔

Shawn knew he had messed up, knew he would have to make amends. But what he didn't expect was an irate Kay, banging on his door, forcing him to confront the feelings he had been so desperately trying to hide.

This is technically the middle of a much longer story that has been ruminating around my mind for a very long time. However, finally bringing myself to begin to write it out, it was this scene that I felt compelled to write first!

For context, this is set sometime around 1996/97. The roster at WWF/E is roughly what it was then. Kay has a family background in wrestling, and worked for a long time as a talent scout, before coming to work for Vince as an agent. She has spent the last six months working mainly with the Kliq, assigned to try and keep them in some sort of order. She has always maintained a strict rule against dating wrestlers, hence her reluctance to admit any feelings for Shawn.

                              💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 💔 

Feeling the frustration coursing through her body, she stormed down the corridor, looking for room 405. Arriving, she thumped on the door.

“Shawn, are you in there? Open this damn door you arse. SHAWN!”

“What the fuck?”

The door opened to reveal a pissed off looking Shawn, hair dripping from the shower, a towel loosely thrown around his waist. Kay pushed past him, barely registering his nearly naked state, so determined to ball him out over his behaviour in the ring.

“Please, do come in.”

“Don’t be a dick, Shawn.”

With Kay now stood in the middle of his room, hands on hips, eyes blazing with a mix of anger and disappointment, Shawn took a second to absorb just how truly beautiful she was. Shaking his head to rid himself of thoughts and dreams that he knew could never be more than that, he closed the door behind him, lest the rest of the roster question why he was standing naked with only a towel covering what semblance of dignity he may still have left, with what was effectively his boss, in his hotel room. One set of judgement was enough for today.

“I’m not being a dick, at least I’m not trying to be,” he sighed.

“For once.”

“That aside, I’m just a bit confused why you are here?”

“Why am I here? Your confused!? You were supposed to be in that ring doing run throughs this afternoon. But instead, you throw some sort of hissy fit, get into a fight with two of the biggest guys out there, and storm out, leaving the boys to sort out your mess!”

“Look I’ll apologise to the boys, but they’ll understand. They have my back, it’s not a problem.”

“Not for you maybe, but it sure as hell is a problem for me. I have spent so much time convincing Jim, Vince and anyone else that will listen that you had sorted yourself out, that you can be relied on, that you will play the game, and do what’s best for business. Displays like that hardly help my case!” She paced across the room, gesticulating wildly, the anger and frustration rolling off her body.

“Look, I appreciate that, you know I do, and I’m trying. I haven’t touched any stuff in months, I’ve been training, I’m in the best goddamn shape of my life.”

He gestured to his naked chest, drawing Kay’s attention for the first time to the fact that he was stood there still glistening from the shower in nothing more than a surprisingly small towel. Taking a breath to suppress the wave of inappropriate images that swarmed her mind, Kay replied;

“I know, that’s what makes it so much harder to understand. Six months ago, you kicking off like that would have been the norm, easy to explain. But you have been trying, and you’ve been doing so well. I even had JR comment on it. So why Shawn, why throw away all that goodwill to get into a fight with a couple of mid card wannabes?”

Shawn took a breath. He knew he was an idiot. He knew he should have kept his cool, and walked away. But he couldn’t help it. Not when they said what they had about her. And now, after everything he had done to win her trust, gain her friendship, there she was, looking at him once again with disappointment, worse, pity in her eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that” he couldn’t stop himself from saying.

“Like what?”

Turning away, ignoring her second question, he answered her first;

“It was personal, they said some things, and I lost my cool. It was unprofessional and immature, but I swear I haven’t taken anything, it wasn’t down to that. Just a couple of dicks I let under my skin. I should have risen above it, and I’m sorry. I’ll take a drugs test, anything you want. Just..., I need you to believe me. I made you a promise, and I’ve kept it. I’ll always keep it.” He looked back into her eyes, willing her to see the truth and sincerity in his words.

“What did they say?” she asked gently, the anger subsiding, turning to concern.

“It doesn’t matter” he insisted.

“Of course it matters.” She sounded exasperated now. “You know this business better than most, you know the guys better than most. If they can find something that gets under your skin, they will use that. They will wear you down with that. They will exploit your vulnerabilities and that will end up with you in places you don’t want to be. Please Shawn, you know I only want to help. Perhaps if we talk about whatever it was, we can get it out of your system so they can’t use it.”

Shawn laughed bitterly. That was the last thing he could do. “This isn’t something I can get out of my system. Believe me, I’ve tried. This is something that has become a part of me. I have accepted it, and you know , I know it is a weakness, but I’m working on it. There are just certain lines, certain things I struggle to control.”

Kay looked confused. “It feels like you’re talking in riddles. And that has me worried Shawn. You need to be honest, if not with me, with someone. Do you want me to get Paul?”

“No” he answered quickly, shaking his head. “I am being honest; I could never lie to you. It’s nothing I can talk out; it just is what it is.”

“You may not be lying, but you’re not telling me everything either. There is something wrong Shawn, and you need to address it.”

“I can’t."

“Why not?”

“Because,” Shawn sighed deeply, struggling to find the words to make this all go away. “Because, I don’t want to lose what I have” he finished softly, gazing longingly at the unwitting object of his affections.

“What are you going to lose? I don’t understand Shawn.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does.”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Shawn…”

“Look, I can’t...ok. Please drop this,” he pleaded.

“Why not? Shawn. You’re scaring me now, has something happened? Did you do something? Did someone do something to you? What have they got over you?” Anxiety bleed through her words.

“No, it’s not like that...” he tried to reassure her.

“Then what Shawn, I thought we were friends, I thought we trusted each other. You know I care about you; I want to be able to help you, but I can’t do that if you don’t trust me.”

“I do trust you, Kay. I trust you more than anyone.”

“Then tell me.”

“Kay , I...”

“Shawn, please.”

“Seriously, Kay, it’s not like that, it doesn’t matter...”

“If it’s upsetting you, of course it matters. If it matters to you, it matters to me.”

“I didn’t say it was upsetting me." He knew he was sounding defensive now, but he had to make her drop this.

“Well, you seemed pretty damned upset when you went for Mabel’s throat!” Her voice was rising again, frustration coupling with her concern.

“I told you, I over reacted, I’ll get a handle on it. Please stop pushing.” He tried to sound calm, ignoring the rising panic within, desperate just to blurt out the truth, but knowing that doing so would cost him the little he had.

“No, I need to know what is going on,” she insisted.

“Kay, stop, please.”

She took a step closer, placing a hand on his arm, all inappropriate thoughts from earlier gone from her mind, replaced only with worry over the obvious distress Shawn was in. Looking down at her hand on his skin, then back into those beautiful blue eyes, Shawn felt every inch of resolve within him crumble. He wanted desperately to reach out and touch her cheek, draw her to him, take her lips with his own. In that moment it all felt so hopeless, all his efforts to bury his feelings, futile. He was never going to get past this. Without any conscious thought, the words slipped past his lips.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“What??” Kay stepped back in surprise, releasing her hold on his arm. Shawn felt the loss like a cold knife to his heart. He looked at the shocked expression on her face, desperate to take back the words, to return her to her blissfully unaware state of just seconds ago. His brain scrambled for a response, for a way to save face, to salvage the friendship he had quite clearly just destroyed, to keep her in his life. But when he responded he seemed to have lost all control over his own mouth, as the words flowed without pause.

“I love you. I am in love with you. I have been since pretty much the moment we met. I love everything about you, your heart, your strength, the way you don’t take anyone’s shit, especially not mine. I wake up in the morning, and my first thought is of you. The highlight of my day is when I get to see your face, or even just hear your voice. I know that nothing is ever going to happen, even if you did date wrestlers, I am not the kind of guy you could ever think of that way. I’m an asshole. I know that. And a redneck to boot. But being your friend, being someone who not only gets to work with you, but to hang out, to talk to you, as a friend, that’s enough. Just to have that is enough. Just to be close to you is enough. I’ll get past this, maybe, but it doesn’t matter. All I want is for you to be happy, and to get to see that. But right now, I can’t help the way I feel. I can admit to feeling jealous when a guy flirts with you, and even more so when you flirt back, but I can deal with that . You’re not mine, you never will be, none of that is any of my business. But what I can’t deal with, what I won’t deal with, is guys like that talking shit about you. I couldn’t stand there and hear them say all those ugly things about you and just ignore it. I lost my cool. I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t have and I get that it is not my place, but it made my blood boil. And now its led me here, spouting all this shit, and I’m so gonna lose the one thing that was good in my life. Please, I’m sorry for being an ass. I can’t apologise to those guys, I won’t. But I can apologise to you for being unprofessional, and making you look bad. I know you have stood up for me when no-one else would, I know I let you down. Please, can we just forget everything I just said, put it down to my big mouth running off where it shouldn’t, let’s go back to being friends. I’m so sorry.”

Shawn’s whole body deflated as he finished his ramble. He should have felt self-conscious, stood there in only a towel, exposing himself even more emotionally than he was physically. But he couldn’t bring himself to care about any of that. He only cared that they could fix what he had so clearly messed up, self-destructing as ever.

Kay just stared at Shawn. She knew he had given a long, rambling speech, but in truth, everything after the first three words was something of a blur. He loved her? Shawn… was in love with her? Her addled brain began to digest some more of what he said. He thought she didn’t, couldn’t feel the same? That he wasn’t good enough for her? She couldn’t even begin to fathom a response to that.

“Kay?” There was a desperate edge to his voice. “Say something please. I’m sorry, I don’t know how else to say i...”

His words were cut short as she dove forward to capture his lips. A gentle hand traced the contours of his cheek, as the other caressed his shoulder, urging him towards her. That touch jumped started his momentarily frozen body into action. Kissing her back with all the love and urgency he possessed, his large hand caressed the back of her hair, running through her blonde locks, whilst the other, swept around her waist, resting on her lower back, pulling her closer. He realised his mistake as the towel he was strategically holding in place slipped from his body, but somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to care.

The pair staggered slightly from the force of the kiss, with Kay’s back coming to rest heavily against the bathroom door. Her hands greedily explored the expanse of his exposed back slowly making their way down. As she traced further, she faltered, realising that she was still touching naked skin rather than the towel she had expected. She pulled back slightly to look questioningly at Shawn.

“Apologies darlin', I don’t wanna seem like I’m getting ahead of myself or anything here, but ..”

“But suddenly I am feeling very overdressed,” she interrupted him, smiling mischievously.

Kay pushed back against Shawn, leaving him standing completely exposed in the centre of the room. Her eyes hungrily took in his fully naked form, unable to stop herself involuntarily licking her lips as she stared at his full, and very erect, cock. He masked his sudden feeling of vulnerability with a customary smirk. She took a confident step forward, reaching behind her back, and pulling the zipper on her dress down with one smooth motion. Shaking her arms, the dress slipped easily from her body, leaving her standing there in white lace shorts, and a paired lace bra. Shawn stared at her greedily, his heart pounding in his ears, fighting the urge to pinch himself to check that this wasn’t some particularly vivid dream. Kay slowly paced forward, reminding Shawn fleetingly of a predator stalking his prey. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leant forward to recapture his lips.

Determined to regain some semblance of power in this situation, Shawn’s arms went around her body, and lifted Kay from the ground, sweeping her legs around his waist. She squeaked in surprise, grinning into their kiss. Shawn strode over to the bed, kneeling down and lowering her gently to the surface, never once breaking the kiss. Once she was fully secured on the bed, he turned his attentions to her neck placing gentle kisses across her skin, slowly working down across her chest towards her breasts, the temptation of them in that angelic looking white lace too much for him to bear. Kissing across her cleavage, he realised that the bra fastened at the front, and desperate to release the garments hold, he paused to glance up at Kay. She smiled back down at him nodding at the question in his eyes, reaching forward to release the hook herself. Gently batting away her hands, causing a grin to spread further across her face, he reached for the clasp, feeling the moment the fabric broke apart, and her beautiful breasts fell free. He kissed each one reverently, gently stroking along the sides, causing shivers to dance through her body. A needy moan escaped her lips as his mouth covered her left nipple, tongue tracing delicately over the tip, his hand gently massaging the right. A part of him wanted to stay right where he was for the rest of his life, but the temptation to continue to explore her body overwhelmed him. Releasing her breast with a gentle pop, he continued his pursuit down her body, feeling the friction of his now throbbing cock against the bed sheet as he moved. He took a breath to control himself, not wanting to embarrass himself like a teenage boy blowing his load at the first sight of a naked girl. Regaining his composure, he continued his downward path, reaching the top of her lace shorts. Moving down the delicate garment, he breathed in her heady aroma, overcome with a desire to taste her. He could feel her writhing underneath his touch, as he reached for the edge of her shorts. Looking to her once more for affirmation, and receiving a heavy-lidded nod, he gently slid the shorts down her legs, discarding them to the floor. He turned back to admire his handiwork. Kay lay on his bed gloriously naked, her breast glistening from where his lips had been moments ago. He felt himself grow even harder, not having thought that was even possible he was so turned on. He leant down to fulfil his previous desire to taste her but was stopped as she reached for his arm.

“Shawn, I need you. Inside me. Now. Please.” Her voice trembled as she spoke, thick with desire. She reached out and pulled him back up her body. Claiming his lips once more, the pair poured all their passion and longing into the kiss. Breaking for air, Shawn stared deep into Kay’s eyes. “Are you sure?”, the self-doubt still lingering somewhere at the back of his voice. “Shawn, I have never wanted anything more in my life”, she returned, shifting slightly so her body was more fully under his. Kissing her again, Shawn lowered his pelvis to hers, parting her legs as he did so. Reaching down, he lined himself up and gently pushed forward. Kay raised to meet his motion, feeling a spasm of excitement course through her body as he entered her, his cock stretching her out in the most delicious way. Shawn thrust slowly forward, eliciting a pleasured moan from Kay’s lips. Once he was fully seated inside her, he stopped to look into her eyes. Returning his gaze, Kay gently stroked his face, unable to contain her smile. They kissed once again, this time filled with tenderness, as they slowly explored each other’s mouths, tongues entwining as he began his slow movements back and forth, each stroke deeper than the last, her body moving to match his rhythm and pace. Needing more she parted her legs further allowing him deeper still. Breaking the kiss to gain some desperately needed air, Kay arched in pleasure beneath him as she felt him stroking every nerve, so deep inside her, her body on fire with desire and pleasure.

“Shawn, oh god, I’m so close, oh god.” She could feel her climax building as he continued to move inside of her. “Fuck baby, feel so good, so perfect, god I love you” he gasped out, increasing the speed of his thrusts, pushing ever deeper inside her. “I love you too, oh god Shawn, I’m going to, oh god, Shawn, Shawn, Shawn”. His name fell from her lips over and over, unable to form any other words. He felt her come apart beneath him as her orgasm overtook her, triggering his own, feeling the pleasure roll off him. “Kay, Kay, oh god Kay” he gasped. Shawn collapsed, spent, onto Kay, overwhelmed in pleasure. As they both slowly came down from their high, Shawn lifted himself slightly, mindful not to let her carry his full weight, but not wanting to break their intimate embrace. As she caught her breath, he couldn’t resist capturing her lips once more, a kiss she returned with all the passion she could muster. Breaking once more for air, he pressed his face to hers. “I love you Kay”. She stared back into his eyes. “I love you too”.

Reluctant to move, but aware that she was potentially being crushed, Shawn gently eased himself up, slipping softly from her body. Her pouty expression at the loss caught him off guard, and he couldn’t help but lean down in an attempt to kiss her once more. He relaxed his body as he did so, giving Kay the opportunity to once again take charge of the situation, as she rolled the pair so he was flat on his back and she was straddled across his lap, shaking the limply hanging bra from her shoulders as she did so. Shawn couldn’t help but follow the motion of her breasts as she made the move, enjoying the view this new position afforded him enormously.

“My turn,” Kay seductively whispered, as she leant down to caress the sensitive skin around his neck. As she slowly worked her way across his chest, Shawn could feel her already hardened nipples against his skin. She gently kissed his own nipples, teasing him with her tongue, causing him to twitch involuntarily. She ran her figure tips down his sides, noting the lack of ticklishness, and slowly began working her way down his body, following the trail of downy hair that worked its way towards his belly button. Placing a sloppy kiss there, she continued her downward trail. He could feel himself hardening already, breath hitching as she approached his semi-erect cock. Now level with his member she gently stroked the inside of his thighs, tracing the outline of his ball sack, before lovingly running her fingertips down his shaft. She smiled as he hardened further before her, gently wrapping her hand around him, givin.g him a slow stroke, while passing her thumb across his still dripping tip.

“Fuck” Shawn breathed. “That was kind of what I was thinking,” Kay replied. “Oh really? And what exactly were you thinking darlin'?” cocky grin back in place, as he pretended he still had some measure of control in this situation. Kay looked contemplative as she continued to stroke his cock with agonisingly slow motions. “Oh, I’m thinking all sorts of things” At her words he felt himself fully harden, refractory period be damned. “In fact, if I were to tell you all the things I’m thinking about doing right now, it would probably take a very long time. But what I am currently thinking about the most is how much I want to ride your beautiful cock,” she purred. “Well, who am I to deny a lady such a polite request?” he smirked back at her.

Rolling her eyes, Kay released her grip on him, sliding back up his body, sitting up straight so her still soaking opening pinned his erect cock to his abdomen. He took a moment to admire the view once more, raising a questioning eyebrow. She lifted herself up on her knees as he reached down to position his rigid member beneath her. She slowly lowered herself down, moaning deeply as he impaled her. Once she was fully seated, she took a moment to relish how gloriously full he made her feel. “Fuck Shawn, you feel so good, oh god...,” the last escaping her lips as he thrust up into her. Regaining her composure, she lunged forward pining his arms at the side of his head. “I believe the lady’s desire was to ride you” she pointedly told him. “Yes Ma’am” he grinned back at her. She, ground down on him deeply causing him to return her moan. Sitting back up, she began to ride him slowly, still adjusting to his size inside her. As she found her rhythm, she ran her hands down her own body, stopping to gently tease her own nipples. Thoughts of watching her pleasure herself ran through Shawn’s mind. He filed that away for a later date, because right now he wanted to be the one making her feel good. He quickly pushed her hands away, replacing them with his own. She threw her head back in pleasure as his ministrations increased, cupping her breasts and rubbing his calloused thumbs across her nipples. “Oh god Shawn, feels so good, so good.” “Yeah, you like that, makes you feel good”. “YES, yes, oh god I’m so close.” “Tell me what you need baby, talk to me.” “ I need, I need...,” Kay struggled to find the words as she felt the intense pleasure course thorough her body. “So close”, she moaned incoherently. Taking his cue, Shawn moved one hand from her breasts, down to where their bodies joined. Gently, he stroked around her pubic bone, searching for that magic spot to help her fall apart. His exploring finger found her clit, and gently applied pressure. As he hit the right spot she gasped in pleasure, causing him to increase his motion. Kay cried out as her orgasm overcame her, riding him through her waves of pleasure. “That’s it baby, I got ya, cum for me darlin” . “Oh my, Oh god, fuck, yes, oh Shawn, oh, oh.” “As she fell limply forward, Shawn moved his hands round her body, holding her in a gentle embrace as she came down from her high. He grinned to himself at just how damn vocal she was, and how fucking much that turned him on. She fucked like she lived, open and honest, giving herself fully to the task at hand. And that was so goddamn sexy.

Coming to her senses after the intensity of her second orgasm, and finally catching her breath, Kay raised herself up to look at Shawn. “What are you thinking?”, she asked, returning his question from earlier. “I’m thinking about just how damn sexy you look when you cum”. She smiled coyly at his compliment. “And I’m also thinking how much I wanna see you look like that again.” She bit her lip, “Yeah,”. “Oh yeah”.

Holding her tightly he swiftly reversed their positions once more, hardened cock still firmly inside her. She gasped at the motion, moaning at the feel of him moving against her sensitive walls. As he raised himself up, she arched towards him, feeling her desire hitch, despite the intensity of her previous orgasm.

“Tell me what you want,” he asked staring at her intently. She stared back at him, a thousand words flooding her mind. What did she want? She wanted this, she wanted Shawn. Everyday. Always. She wanted to spend every night in his arms. She wanted to make love to him over, and over again. She wanted to be with him. Everywhere. Anywhere. She searched his face, the implications of the question thick between them. Everything he had said earlier still hung in the air, and really, had she given him a proper answer? Despite his outward confidence she could see that flicker of the real Shawn underneath, the self-doubt, the insecurity. As desperately as her body wanted him to fuck her, her mind wanted to tell him how much he truly meant to her.

“I want you. Always”. His face broke into an uncertain smile, the hidden tension behind his eyes relaxing slightly. “Yeah?”. “Yes” she answered confidentially. “But right now, I need you to fuck me. Hard. Fast. I need you so much Shawn, I need to feel you everywhere”. In response he thrust deeply inside her, causing her to gasp in pleasure. “You want me hard, fast. You sure you can handle that darlin’,” he challenged. In response she wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him even deeper inside her. “I can handle anything you’ve got,” she retorted. Biting his lip, Shawn reached for her arms, pinning them above her head, against the headboard. She arched further into him, moaning in response. He pumped swiftly into her, increasing his pace as she gasped in pleasure. “This what you want baby?” “Oh Shawn, yes, like that, oh, god, fuck me, please, harder, fuck, yes”. Pushing up with his left arm, he raised his body, increasing the intensity of his thrusts, blindly driving into her, fucking her into the bed.

“You like fucking me Shawn” she gasped. “Oh god, yes”. “Tell me, tell me you like to fuck me” she pleaded, needing to hear him. “God, I fucking love fucking you Kay, you feel so good, so tight, so warm, so wet. I wanna fuck you till you cum, I wanna make you cum so hard, I wanna cum so hard inside you.” His words heightened her arousal even further, increasing the intensity of the waves of pleasure she was feeling. She felt like she could feel him in every nerve in her body, the combination of emotion and physicality almost overwhelming her. “Oh god baby, your so good, so perfect. I love the way you take my dick, the way you fit me like a goddamn glove. I could keep on fucking you forever, I wanna be right here, right inside you. Oh, fuck baby I’m gonna cum so hard inside you. Need you to cum for me baby, please oh god, I wanna watch you cum.” He could feel his arousal building, feel himself so close to cumming, determined to hold on until she was ready. He released his hold on her arms, using his now free right arm to support himself and let him push ever deeper into her. She gasped in pleasure, and he felt her body tighten. Thrusting deeply, he felt her convulsing around him, moaning out his name as she finally came. He watched her face as her orgasm passed over her, eyes wide open, cheeks flushed, still gasping out his name, As she opened even further for him, he felt himself slip deeper still, his own orgasm overcoming him, shooting thick ribbons of cum inside her. The sensation triggered another orgasm in her, as she shuddered around him, grabbing his face and kissing him sloppily as her body spasmed in aftershocks. As they broke the kiss, both breathless, he stared reverently down at the incredible woman beneath him, still barely able to believe this was all real. As she unhooked her legs, he lifted himself off her, causing her to wince slightly. “Are you okay, did I hurt you” the pleasure of moments ago replaced with the fear that he had taken it too far. She smiled “No, no, just a little achy. But in the best possible way.”

Reassured, Shawn lowered himself next to her, watching the rise and fall of her chest as she continued to come down from her high and catch her breath. Looking round, he reached for his discarded towel on the floor and gently wiped the remnants of their shared pleasure from her still trembling body. Doing the same to himself, he threw the towel aside and laid back down, opening his arms, into which she willingly fell. They lay on the bed, his chest acting as her pillow, their bodies damp with perspiration, hers draped across his, sated and satisfied, as he gently stroked her hair. Intending only to stay like that for a few moments, neither realised when the other drifted into sleep.

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Overtime - Razor Ramon (18+)

Razor Ramon x Marco

Commission: @magicbaaaaaby

Summary: Nearly clocking out, a customer calls for room service and Marco delivers, getting a very big tip.

Warnings: 18+, Male x Male, Oral, Smut, Cussing, Body Worshiping. 

Word Count:  4,004 

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9:59 PM

Only one more minute and I got to clock out from a long shift. I thought it was a good idea to work more hours to earn more money. The holidays were over now, nobody wanted to work extra hours since they weren’t rushing to save to buy gifts for their loved ones. My tired eyes stared at the clock, this felt like the longest sixty seconds ever. 

I caught myself yawning, covering my mouth and closing my eyes. I was miles from home but I could hear my bed calling me. With my clock out card in hand I sighed out in relief as it turned 10:00 PM. Twelve long hours and I was free to go. About to slip my card in the machine to stamp me out, my manager called me. “Marco.” 

I gritted my teeth, I swear I was doing everything for him today. “Yes, Justin?” I asked in a bored tone. I didn’t even bother facing him, my eyes were still glued on the little clock in the machine. I just wanted to go home, take a shower, watch some television and fall asleep. 

“Hey, before you go, that wrestler ordered room service.” He said. 

Groaning, I gripped the clock out card in my hand, crumpling it. “Can’t you do that? I’ve been here since 10 this morning.” I nearly hissed, trying to watch my tone. Justin wasn’t even my boss, he was my boss's son. 

“Yeah, well I have other things that need to be done. You know, management things.” What he meant by that was looking at half naked women in his playboy magazine while he relaxed in the office chair.

Shutting my tired eyes, I exhaled a breath. Knowing I needed the money, it wouldn’t be so hard. Ten minutes tops and I’m out. I had to double think about my bills and remind myself that they were worth it. Putting my crumpled time card back in the slot I huffed. “Fine, I’m getting paid for it though.” Finally I faced the man. “What does he want?” I asked. 

“He wants bath towels, pillows and a pizza.” Justin read the sticky note that was next to the phone. 

“What room?” I grumbled. 

“314, he’s waiting.” 

“Did you even order the pizza?” I looked at him, hoping he did.

“Hmm, no I forgot.” Justin said, sitting down, flipping to the next page of the magazine only to wolf whislte. Gritting my teeth, I grabbed the phone. “He wanted cheese.” Justin added. Glaring at Justin for not getting the pizza order in, I dialed the nearest pizza joint. 

Hanging up the phone, I huffed. “Thanks to you, the pizza is getting here late.” 

“Uh-huh.” Justin said, paying no mind to what I was saying as he flipped through the magazine, his eyes glued to the naked women. “Why don’t you relax and wait for the pizza?” Justin asked, opening the small fridge next to him and grabbing a beer. “The old man is out of town and you get to hang out with the cool boss.” Justin cracked open the can and took a sip. “Look at some women with me.” Justin flipped the magazine towards me. I glimpsed at the women on the pages, her legs spread showing their bushes and exposed breasts.

My face turned a slight pink, never seeing a woman pose like that before. I had to quickly look away. “Not my thing.” I mumbled, staring out at the door wishing this pizza delivery boy would come quicker. 

“‘Not your thing?’” Justin repeated. I swallowed thickly, hoping I didn’t blow my cover. “Oh! You must be into those VHS pornos.” Justin wiggled his eyebrows. I exhaled a breath he didn’t notice.

“Uh yeah, something like that.” I mumbled, just glad that he didn’t put two and two together. Being gay in this time and age was frowned upon. One of my friends lost his job for being homosexual, he didn’t get flat out fired because the company knew that he’d sued. So, other coworkers bullied him until he quit. He had to move out of town and start a new life so he could live his life and not get bullied constantly. 

The bell above the door rang as the delivery boy in his late teens entered with the box in his hands. “I have a pizza for Plaza Hotel?” 

“Yeah, you’re at the right place, kid.” I fished for the hotel bank bag full of cash. Opening it I furrowed my brows to see it was empty. “Uh, Justin, where's the cash at?” I asked.

“I had to pay my car payment today, don’t worry I put an IOU in there, see?” 

Just as he said it I pulled out a piece of paper with a large ‘IOU’ on it. I huffed, looking at the kid who was looking at me. “Are you going to pay mister? I have other deliveries.” The kid pointed out.

“Yes, I’m going to pay. How much is it?” I asked, tossing the hotel money bag on the desk and fished out my own wallet.

“Four ninety-nine.” The kid placed the pizza on the counter. 

“Jesus, Four ninety-nine?” I asked as I opened my wallet. “What happened to three ninety-nine?” I grabbed a five dollar bill and placed it on top of the pizza.

“We have new owners now, they went up on some of the items.” The boy grabbed the money but still had his hand out.

“What? What?” I was a bit irritated as I grabbed the box of pizza to deliver it to the waiting guest in his room. 

“My tip?” He arched an eyebrow as if I was stupid. 

This boy obviously saw me have to pay for this pizza myself and wanted more. “Uh.” I looked around the lobby, behind the desk and finally over at Justin. Justin was grabbing yet another cold beer from the fridge and about to open it. I snagged it from his grip and tossed it to the boy. “Enjoy.” I gave him a fake smile.

“Oh sweet, thanks mister!” The delivery kid seemed happier with the beer than any money I’d give him. Possibly because he was a minor and it wasn’t easy scoring alcohol. 

It’s nearly been an hour since the man ordered room service. I quickly made my way to the laundry room, grabbing three fresh towels and two pillows. I stacked them on top of the pizza. Passing by the lobby, Justin was still in his seat. “Room 420.” He reminded me. 

I stopped in my tracks. “You said 314.” I corrected him.

“Wha- Oh, oh yeah. Room 314.” Justin didn’t even tear his gaze from the nudey magazine. 

Rolling my eyes I quickly went to the elevator and pressed the third floor button. “Fucking idiot, we don’t even have a fourth floor.” I shook my head. I couldn’t believe that my boss left him in charge while he went away on vacation. 

The elevator dinged as the doors opened. Stepping out and into the hallway, I took a right. Passing the doors I grumbled the numbers to myself. “312, 313 and 314.” Standing in front of the door, I arranged the items onto one hand and knocked with my free hand. 

“About time.” I heard behind the door. Hearing the locks unclick, the door swung on the hinges making a slight creak. My eyes went to the edge of the door, making a mental note to put oil on the hinges before someone complains about the annoying sound. “You know, I ordered this an hour ago, right?” 

My eyes tore away from the hinges and onto the person. “Yes, my apology-” I was quickly cut off by this man’s looks. “Holy shit, you’re Razor Ramon.” I choked out. I knew Justin said the customer that ordered room service was a wrestler but I didn’t think it was thee Bad Guy, Razor Ramon, Scott Hall.

“Yeah, I get that alot.” Ramon chuckled, opening the door wider. “Come on in.” My legs, being like jello, slowly walked into the room. I shut the door behind me. Looking over Ramon’s boy, he’s in shorts and nothing else. His chest and stomach is slightly hairy like a dark rainforest, his long raven hair is sweaty and curly, resting over his broad shoulders. 

“Well, Mr. Ramon. I uh, have the towels, pillows and your pizza for you.” I placed everything on top of the dresser by the box television. 

“No clean sheets?” He asked, his bushy eyebrow arched.

“Clean sheet?” I repeated.

 “I told that little asshole to put clean sheets on the list.” He huffed.

“I can uh, quickly get you clean sheets.” I pipped in, I didn’t want to make Ramon’s stay terrible. He was paying a fortune for this room after all. 

“Nah, I’ll sleep in the sweet juices.” He chuckled, noticing my confused face he added on. “Fucking all of those bitches made a mess.”

My face heated up. “O- Oh!” I swallowed, my eyes darting down to his cock, its outline bulging through his shorts. So he’s the reason for all of the noise complaints. 

“You know what I’m saying, right?” He laughed, walking over towards the items I brought, he tossed the pillows onto the bed. “I used all of my towels to clean up their gushing messes.”

“I uh, I actually don’t know what you’re talking about, Mr. Ramon.” I spoke honestly. 

He stopped what he was doing. “Please, call me Ramon. No need to be formal. What’s your name?” He smiled down at me. “Are you saying you’ve never made a lady squirt?” He read my facial expression. 

Biting my lower lip, I couldn’t help but to trail over his muscular body. He must have just got done fucking since he was so sweaty, the room was cool enough to not make anyone sweat. In my opinion it was a little too cold. I noticed Roman’s nipples were slightly hard as I finally looked up into his hazel eyes as he waited for me to reply. “My name is Marco and no, I’ve never done that to a lady before.” 

“Because you don’t have a strong dick game, Marco?” Ramon questioned, still not understanding.

I blushed as he used the word ‘dick’. No, I wouldn’t believe that was it, I thought I had a largely impressive cock for a man my age. “N- No, no. It’s not that. I’m saying I’ve never had a woman before.” 

“You’re a virgin?”

“Well, yes. But I’m saying women don’t intrigue me.” It was quiet for a minute. I swallowed thickly, wishing I could quickly eat the words that spilled out of my mouth. I just ruined the chance to hang out with the baddest, coolest wrestler in the WWF. I was about to exit until he said something.

“Do I intrigue you?” Ramon’s voice became huskier and deeper. He took a step towards me, his pupils darker. I wanted to take a step away but my legs wouldn’t allow it. I let him tower over me, staring at me. “Come on kid, you haven’t stopped staring at my cock since you stepped in.” Ramon pointed out. 

Another tinted blush hit my cheeks. My mouth became cotton-like. “Yes, yes you do.” I exhaled softly. My body was slightly shaking. 

Ramon licked his plump lip. “I bet you listen so well, don’t you little one?” He purred, placing his hand underneath my chin and made me look into his chocolate eyes. “Say ‘yes daddy’ when I’m talking to you.” 

“Y- Yes daddy.” I panted, I wasn’t expecting this when delivering room service. I was surprise that he was still hard after fucking all those women he was talking about. 

“Good boy.” He purred.

My heart was pounding against my chest faster than ever, it felt like I just got done running a mile. My first time with a man was going to be Razor Fucking Ramon. I had no idea he swung both ways. His gimmick was being a lady’s man. 

Ramon wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me close to his hairy and slightly sweaty skin. Ramon had a few inches on me in height. He ran his free hand through my hair, making me shiver. Leaning down, Ramon placed his soft lips against mine. We both moaned softly at the feeling of each other's lips. The kissing starts off slow, our lips molding into each other’s. Ramon’s tongue darts out and licks the bottom of my lip, asking for entrance.

I’m nervous, I’ve made out before but knowing I was under complete control by Razor Ramon had me shaking. Ramon grew impatient, the arm wrapped around my waist, his hand gripped my ass which made me gasp. Feeling Ramon smirking, his thick tongue slipped in between my gasping mouth and started to explore. His tongue swirls against mine, our tongues dance with each other, pushing and brushing up. He tasted like whiskey but it wasn’t anything too strong where I could get drunk off of.

Ramon slowly pulled away from the kiss, strings of saliva connected to our lips until it snapped away. I was slightly light headed, nearly forgetting how to breathe. “How was that?” Ramon chuckled, licking his lips.

My lips tingle with excitement. I wanted more, I needed more. How the fuck do I get more? “A- Amazing, I liked it, daddy.” 

“Good, keep being a good boy and there's more where that came from.” Ramon winked. “Now, take my shorts off, I think you’ll like what’s underneath.” He teased me.

My skin broke out in goosebumps, I was about to see another man's cock up close and personal. My fingers dipped into his waistband, slowly tugging it down his thick legs. “Don’t be shy.” He noticed how I stopped just at the peak of where his cock was about to spring out. Fully dropping his shorts down my eyes widened at his member. He wasn’t wearing any boxers so it sprang upwards in a fast manner.

My mouth watered with need. “Can I suck it?” I asked eagerly. 

Ramon was slightly surprised by me asking such a bold question, he shook his head no. “No, I think you’ll have to work your way up to that.” Ramon rolled his tongue over his lips. “But I do have an idea before you please my cock.” 

“Anything.” I breathed out.

“Worship my body.” Ramon took a few steps back and sat himself down on the cushiony love sofa, his legs spread where his large cock stood up, waiting for attention. My eyes kept staring at his large masterpiece of a body. “Marco.”

“Yes?” I snapped my attention to his face which had a big smirk on it.

“My cock can wait. Come.” He bent his two fingers in the ‘come here’ motion. Slowly making my way towards him, he leaned forward and pulled me on top of him. I straddled his lap with both legs over him. “Good boy.” He hummed. My eyes looked to his lips, leaning down I pushed mine against his. “I think my neck needs some attention.” He spoke softly in between the kisses.

Shuttering a breath as I felt his large hands on my waist, I leaned down and left open mouth kisses on his neck, collar bone and coming back up to his jaw line. He hummed lowly, eyes closed. His skin tasted slightly salty along with his natural scent. “Now the shoulders.” He exhaled.

Moving my head to his right side I placed kisses against his strong shoulders. Swirling my tongue around the soft skin. Once I was done on the right side, I pulled away and made my way onto the left, doing the same thing. “Lower.” He grunted. 

Taking myself lower, I latched my mouth onto his left nipple. I swirled my tongue around it, lightly biting. My body grew hot with anticipation knowing I soon will be swirling my tongue around his juicy cock. When I thought his left nipple had enough worshiping I switched to the right. As I suckled on the right nipple, my left hand cupped and caressed his large left bicep while my fingers kept  pinching and tweaking it. 

I felt his cock twitch aggressively between my thighs. My own cock was begging to be released from these tight uniform jeans. Pulling away, I looked down to see his cock oozing with pre-come, some of it even wiping onto my uniform, staining it. My hands were on his sweaty chest, leaning down I licked my tongue up his hairy chest. I moaned at the taste of his body sweat seeping into my tastebuds. 

“Someone is such a dirty boy.” Ramon laughed lowly in amusement. “Sluttier than the whore I fucked.”

Ignoring that comment, I made my way even more south. Getting off of his lap I wedged myself in between his thick thighs, my face leaning forward as I kissed softly around his navel area. My hands rubbing up and down his legs, I felt Ramon break out in goosebumps from my touches. 

His cock was so up and personal to my face, as I pulled away from his toned stomach I opened my mouth about to take the tip. Mere inches away from having his tasty dick in my mouth I heard him tsking from above. Closing my mouth, I pouted. Turning my head I started to pay attention to his muscular thighs. Kissing and rubbing the left, I turned my head and started to do the same to the right. “Almost there baby, just keep going.” Ramon moaned, his head tilting back against the sofa. 

Ramon scooted himself a little more over the edge of the couch. Noticing his legs spread a bit wider, I didn’t wait for permission. I gripped his thighs and placed my face in between his legs. “Fuck.” He moaned, arching his back as I kissed his ass, flicking my tongue against his entrance made the man above me shiver in delight. “Marco, yes.” He hissed as I darted my tongue in and out. He tasted even more devine. 

“S- Stop, stop or you’re going to make me come.” He grunted, pushing me away slightly with force. I didn’t want to stop, I wanted to make him come over the edge and spill his seeds all over me. “I think you deserve a reward for being so good to me.” 

My heart started to beat faster, my eyes landed on his throbbing cock and back up to him. “May I please have your cock now?” I begged.

He smirked, leaning down and brought his lips to my ear. “Eat up, Marco.” Pulling away, he slouched back into the sofa lazily and relaxed, waiting for the pleasure. 

“Finally.” I whispered to myself. I didn’t know where to start, should I start sucking his cock? Should I lube his ass and finger it while I suck him off? All of these thoughts were making me hotter. Exhaling a breath to calm my nerves I grabbed at his waist. Leaning down I started to pepper kisses all over his heavy balls. 

“Oh.” Ramon tilted his head back, enjoying the soft touches. Slowly I extend my wet tongue against his balls, giving it little kitten licks. Ramon’s hand landed on top of my head, his fingers running through my hair. “Are you teasing me?” Ramon arched an eyebrow.

“Oh never.” I couldn’t even tell if I was being sarcastic or honest. Paying a little more attention to his sac, I pulled away. Finally I get to suck him off. Gathering spit in my mouth, I spit on his cock watching my saliva drip down his veiny dick.

“Fuck, that’s such a hot sight to see.” Ramon groaned, his pre-come mixed with my saliva. I wasted no time, wrapping my lips around his cock I started to bob my head, moaning. My left hand fondled and massaged his balls while my right hand jerked off the rest of his cock that I couldn’t get. “Yes, yes, yes.” Ramon hissed, buckling his hips. His cock drove deeper down my throat. “Fucking take daddy’s dick. Hmm, good boy.” He praised me as I dropped my right hand away and forced him deeper in my hot mouth.

“Oh you really are trying to make daddy come.” Ramon noticed how badly I bobbed my head up and down on his shaft, trying to milk the come out of him. I desperately needed to taste more of him. “You want daddy’s come? Well, I’ll give you daddy’s come.” Ramon said, gritting his teeth.

His grip on my hair grew tighter and his thrust became harder. My jaw ached as I had my mouth open so wide. I nearly begged for a break. Tears collected in the corner of my eyes as his thick dick rammed in the back of my mouth, I loved the slight sting and how raw my throat is going to be afterwards. “Keep fucking going, Marco. Oh yes, almost there, almost.”

Ramon’s hot moans and groans made my cock nearly burst out of my pants. I ignored my needs and focused them onto Ramon’s. Swirling my tongue, I suckled his cock with each thrust he did. Ramon dug his heels into the carpeted floor, his thrusts were rapid as he started to fuck my face. No warning, I felt his cock twitch in my mouth and his warm come soon hitting my tongue. I moaned, shocked from the surprise orgasm. I tried to pull away but Ramon’s grip in my hair was too tight for me to break.

“Swallow it, whore.” He growled, his eyes still dark as he was coming down from his high. He bucked his hips slowly, making his cock go in and out of my fucked mouth. Trying my best I swallowed his come, slurping it around his cock and down my throat. Exhaling from my nose, he held me in that position for a few seconds longer, making sure I swallowed all of his seeds. 

Finally letting me go, I pulled off of his cock slowly. Saliva and extra come collected around my mouth. “Oh fuck, you look so hot.” Ramon growled. I was flushed, I heaved for fresh air to hit my lungs. Ramon looked at the time, it was late. “I have a flight to catch tomorrow morning.” Ramon stood up, grabbing his wallet and pulling out a few hundred bills. He helped me up and shoved the money in the back pocket of my pants, slapping my ass. “I’ll be back in a month and I’m going to make you come so fucking hard. Have you ride that tight ass on my cock.” Ramon licked his lips. 

Nodding, I raised my hand to wipe the juices off with the back of my hand. Ramon gripped my wrist, pulling it down. Leaning down, he placed his hot mouth against mine. Slowly licking my lips and cleaning me up. He hummed at the taste of himself on my lips. My cock ached at the sounds. “One month, your sweet virgin ass will be mine.” Ramon whispered in my ear. 

With that I left, leaving Ramon with his fresh towels, pillows, a cold pizza and the best oral we both ever had. Exiting out of the elevator onto the main floor my boss’s kid lifted his head up from the porno magazine he was still reading. “You’re still here- what the fuck is all over your unifrom and what’s that smell?” He questioned in slight disgust. He’s never seen those large stains before I left. Justin’s nose was scrunched up from the stench.

Looking down at myself, I saw stains from Ramon’s sweat and come soaking into my clothes. I looked like a fucked worn out whore and smelt like one. “Long story.” I smiled large. “Let’s just say I got some overtime in.” I smirked, walking to the back to clock myself out for the night.

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[84reedsy]

Feeling like some Shawn Michaels appreciation

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[take-taker-taken]

ShawnXreader? Bratty reader getting a spanking from HBK?

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

“Honey, I’m home!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go get it.”

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

“Into the kitchen and get rid of it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And…?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I promise!”

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

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

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

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

~*~

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

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

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

You look up at him shyly. “Show me?”

…

TTT

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[magnoliacharmed]

I’ll Show You A Winner

(not my gif!)

18+, Shawn Michaels x Fem!Reader one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Word count: 1,282

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

Summary:

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

Author's note: haha... yeah

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

“What’d you say?”

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

“Hmm.”

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

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

“Some man you are.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was until he slapped you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course it was, honey.”

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

“Damn straight.”

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[blowflyfag]

HEARTBREAK HOTEL

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

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

anyways i hope you all enjoy it!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure you’re gonna be fine?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh Baby.” He began before smiling. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry just… slept in. That’s all.”

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

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

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

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

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[thedeadmansgirl]

A Chance to Start Over | Chapter 04

Pairing: Mark Calaway (The Undertaker) x Female OC (Mary)

Chapter Warnings: Minors DNI 18+ Only. Divorce, labor, water (amniotic sack) breaking, douche Mark, cheating spouse, still born, pregnancy, death from childbirth (not OC)

Length: 1560k

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Mark was sitting comfortably in his recliner in the den, a beer in hand, while he flipped through the channels. He had got back home from another work trip three days ago, and he barely even moved from his spot. Only getting up to go to the bathroom or get another bottle of Shiner. It would still be another few weeks before he had to go back on the road again, he figured since he basically ruined his second chance at happiness, he’d just drown himself in beer. 

He had time to let his thoughts and feelings sit and simmer. And he could never deny the fact that he loves Mary so much, and regrets saying the things he said. But at the same time, he didn’t want the heartbreak of losing another child, whether from life or its paternity.

Christ. He thought, if only Mary would see it from my eyes.  

Just then, his doorbell rang. Then it rang again, and again. He cursed as he got up, taking long strides to the front door. 

“HAVE YOU NEVER SEEN A DOORBELL IN YOUR GODDAMN LIFE?” He bellowed as he opened the door and was surprised to see Mary, sweating, huffing and red. Probably from the Texan summer heat. 

“What the hell are you doin’ here?”

She pushed her way in, ignoring her ex husband’s question. She walked through where she knew he’d have the air conditioner turned on behind the couch. She stood there and for a few seconds felt relieved by the cool air blowing on her face directly. Mark watched her with amusement and surprise, he cannot deny the fact that she looked good in the yellow sundress that clings to her bump, and hugs her breasts that are so much fuller now. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans. 

He tried to shake the thoughts away, reminding himself why they are in this situation in the first place. Then Mary turned back to look at Mark, and shoved an envelope to his chest. . 

“Please sign the fucking divorce papers.” She begged the towering man who just looked down at her in surprise. “This is the fifteenth time, Mark. Please just sign it. It’s the right one. I made sure they removed the child-support clause.” 

Mark was stunned and absentmindedly clung to the envelope. It still feels so weird to him seeing her pregnant, and she has gotten bigger since he last saw her, and he didn’t understand why he was feeling the way he does, blaming it on the summer heat. He gulped as he scanned her body and saw the quick shift in Mary’s expression, insecurity, he told himself. He knew that look so well, and it only strengthened his case when she pulled her dress further down her bump and straightened her back. 

Her breath suddenly hitched. She winced, gripping the back of the couch, but quickly schooled her expression to look as neutral as possible but Mark caught that. 

“I figured you wanted your lawyer to look at it so I waited but after not hearing from you nor any lawyer on your end—” She stopped mid-sentence to take a few short breaths through her nose as she bit her lower lip. 

“What’s the matter Mark? What do you need me to add or remove from it? I can have my lawyer create a new draft. Do you want the beach house in Florida?” She continued soon after.

Mark realized he hadn’t spoken and shook himself off his daze, “I-I don’t need the beach house.” He began and her brows just furrowed and she took a deep breath, her grip on the back of the couch was turning her knuckles white.

“Then…what…do…you want?” She asked through gritted teeth. 

“I want you back, that’s what I want! But–but this… honey, I–I can’t…” Mark stuttered, gesturing at her bump. 

“So what are you saying?” She glared at him, and Mark couldn’t understand why she was huffing. She must be really mad at me for not signing the divorce papers right away. He thought. 

“I’m saying that we can still make it work, y-you and I can still be happy together… you can–put your baby up for adoption or something then–”

“WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST SAY?”

Mark stepped back and felt like he had shrunk a few feet down. He just realized what he told her and now she’s even madder. With a hand on her bump and a finger poking on his chest, she hissed, “Sign. the. goddamn. papers. NOW!” 

“Now hold on a minute, we never had the chance to talk this out. Technically, we’re still married–” 

“We don’t need to talk about anything about this. We were only married on paper and in the sack, you made it clear when I left. If you’re saying all this now just to get your dick wet, you’re asking the wrong person. Go fuck someone else.”

“Ya think I’d want you back just to fuck you–” 

“It doesn’t matter now, just sign it so it could all be over and I’ll disappear from your life just like she did.” She pushed the envelope further into Mark’s chest and returned to grip the back of the couch trying to even her breathing, one hand still on her bump. 

She knew what she said was too harsh and she saw the hurt etched in his face. 

“Fine!” He snapped and ripped the envelope open, pulling out the documents. He looked around searching for something and then he looked at Mary. “What?” Mary asked in a hiss. 

“Pen?” He asked, matter of factly. “Goddamn it Mark! Bottom drawer of that desk–” She was going to point at the desk by the den when she let out a loud groan of pain. 

"What's wrong? Tryin' fake pains to get me to sign the papers quicker?" He snorts. "Should have led with that--"

“Shut the fuuuuck uuuuuuuppppp.” Mary moaned in pain, forcing her knees to bend slightly to a squat as the pressure grew stronger towards her center. She tightly gripped the back of the couch for support while she gasped for breath. 

“I- fuck-“ The sound of water trickling down the hardwood floor “Oh for fuck’s sake!”

Mark's eyes widen in surprise and, quite frankly, nervousness, as he looks down, swallowing harshly as he realizes Mary's water broke. 

"Well shit, I think your water broke.” Mark stood there wondering what the fuck to do. 

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock.” Mary glared at him, letting out a long breath as the contraction eased. 

“You need to go to the hospital.” 

“You think I don’t know that? Just sign the goddamn papers, Mark and mail it to my lawyer first thing in the morning.” Mary replied, heading for the door brushing past Mark on her way out. 

“What the hell are you doing?” Mark asked in confusion, surely she’s not going to drive herself to the hospital, is she?

Mary turned back to face him from the porch with a scowl, “What the fuck do you think?” 

“Good grief, woman. It’s not safe, you’re in pain. Let me at least drive you.” Mark responded a little irritatedly, grabbing his keys and wallet from the console table in the doorway. 

“No!” Mary held up her hand before Mark could cross the threshold. “I-it’s alright, Mark. Y-you get on with your day. I’m gonna be fine.”

“No, you’re not fine, I–”

“Really, please, I insist. I-I can do it. I know you don’t want—to be in this situation in the first place. I-I can do it.” Mark saw her trying her best to school her expression, but he knew she was in pain. Despite that, Mary still mustered up a smile that was meant to reassure him and his heart just dropped and shattered. 

He could only frown at the fact that she thought that she’s bothering him and he realized just how much he fucked things up with Mary. 

Mary is the type of person who always keeps to herself and does her best to do things on her own, regardless if it’s hard or painful, because she doesn’t want to bother anyone. A rough childhood with a narcissistic mother who tells her that she’s a mistake did that to her, and if Mark felt horrible after realizing just exactly how much he fucked things up with his wife, he can’t imagine her ever forgiving him now. 

But he will never forgive himself if anything were to happen to her and there was something he could do to help it. He watched Mary waddle towards her car, but almost doubled over in pain before she could open the door, holding on to the handle as she felt the baby shifted lower. Mark rushed to her side as she gasped in both panic and pain, pleading with her. “Come on Mary, please. Let me drive you to the hospital. You’re in no shape to do it by yourself. Just–Just think of the–your baby’s safety. Yeah?” Mary was panting slightly as she looked up at Mark’s emerald eyes, and nodded and muttered a pained “O-okay.” 

“Alright, alright. Let me help you in.” Mark guided her towards the passenger side of her car and helped her settle in before running to the driver’s side and wasting no time to drive her to the hospital. 

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[lillie2point0]

Puppy

No road-dog he reminds me of my dad too much 😭🙏

PRAYING YALL WILL LIKE THIS! (Bunny reader with the bloodline next 🤗)

Warnings! Smut, rough sex, slight!Degradation, LOTS of praise, group sex, oral (f and m), use of the words “mommy, daddy, cunt, cock, darling, honey etc.” fingering, edging, overstimulation, fem on fem, fem on male, slight size kink?, if there’s any others I missed let me know!

Just thinking about DX with fem!puppy reader

Billy who would just be oh so mean sometimes thrusting into you doggy style, pulling at your tail to make you cry out in pain all while he chuckles at your pained expression. Pulling it harder to make you meet his thrust after he’s made you cum so many times that you can barely hold yourself up on your knees :(( Muttering about how tight you are and laughs when your ears twitch at the sounds of your wet cunt reaching your sensitive ears.

X-pac who knocks and comes into your room cooing at your drool and tear stained face. saying “Billy’s being so mean to your little puppy cunt ain’t he?” He looks at you and juts out his bottom lip in a mocking expression as Billy chuckles and grabs a fist full of your hair pulling your head back to meet his eyes. “But she can take it. Ain’t that right puppy?”

Whimpers and moans freely leave your mouth causing them both to chuckle. “Cmon you gotta answer Billy baby” X slowly walks to you grabbing your jaw softly and wiping some of the drool from your chin. “Answer him.” He spits out and grabs your jaw in a harsher grip. “Y-yes! I can- fuck! I can take it!” You yelp out and his grip loosens “atta girl baby” he mutters out and presses his lips against yours harshly.

X-pac who’s always nice when he’s got you alone taking his time to eat you out and make sure you’re ready for him before he fucks you.

X-pac who groans into your pussy and makes sure to make you cum atleast twice with just his tongue. He always makes sure to open you up, teasing you by pressing two fingers in and not moving them. “I’m sorry pup, I know you need it so bad huh?”

Shawn who’s a good mix of both, could be mean one day and not let you even get close to cumming. Edging you over and over again with his fingers and won’t let you cum until he cums :(

Shawn who lets you cum whenever you want when he’s nice, might even let you suck his cock if you’ve been really good. Knows you loveeeee to suck cock so he uses it as a reward. “Good fucking girl baby, yeah suck it juuuuust like that”

Triple H who’s always nice no matter if they’re running a train on you or your alone. Lovvvveeeess to play with your ears, likes to whisper things to see them perk up. Thinks your the most adorable thing in the world. He’s the biggest of the bunch and he hates when you flinch in pain when he first thrusts in.

Triple H that always has to use lube cuz he’s just too big for your little hole. He usually doesn’t even fuck you when they all decide to. Fucks your mouth nice and slow while the others play with your other holes. He groans everytime you moan around him. “There you go darlin’ I know you can take it. Breath out of your nose honey being so good for daddy huh?”

Chyna who was kinda against the whole thing at first. But as soon as she saw you walking with X-pac she knew you would be perfect for them. Your cute little ears and tail, she just fell right in love with you.

Chyna who is the one that punishes you when you misbehave. Rubbing your puffy clit till you can’t take it anymore. Leaving your ass bruised and red with handprints having your own little cushion to sit on after you get punished. She made sure to teach you how to eat her out the way she likes, loves to pull on your ears while you eat her out. “Mommy’s good girl yeah?”

DX when they all fuck you is the meanest. Passing you between them back and forth this could last for hours just being passed around and fucked over and over again. Mouth and throat sore from sucking hunters cock and eating out Chyna. Somewhere between the lines, you got hunter in your mouth, Shawn in your ass, X-pac in your cunt, Billy in your hand, while you try your best to finger Chyna :(

It doesn’t help that they all degrade you while it happens but the way your cunt was soaking they knew you wanted it.

“Slutty little puppy huh? Want our cocks that bad?” You heard Shawn mutter out between groans and grunts. A long moan leaves your throat making hunter groan “fuck sweetheart daddy’s not gonna last long if you keep moaning around me like that.” X chuckles and lets out a small whimper as he fucks into you. Chyna kisses and sucks at your nipples while rubbing your pussy making your hand stutter around billy.

And the after care is TOP TEIR. Cuddles galore, bath, dinner, water, more water, more cuddles, movie time (your choosing) praise. Praise. Praise. “Did so good for us lovebug.” Chyna mutters out while slowly bathing you. You loved your little group 💕

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UM HOPED YALL LIKED THIS!!! MANY HEARTS TO YOU ALL!! (Also if y’all want more parts or some backstory let me know!) 😭🤗💕💕💕💕💕

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[1800miserablethot]

𝓑𝓻𝓮𝓽 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔁 𝓢𝓱𝓪𝔀𝓷 𝓜𝓲𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓮𝓵𝓼

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

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: 𝔖𝔪𝔲𝔱

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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. 

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

[starobsidianruby]

And if you choose The undertaker and Kane.

#muscle daddy #mark calaway #the undertaker wwe #90s wwf #god damnnnnn #glenn jacobs #kane wwe smut #kane wwe #the undertaker wwf #wwf attitude

[84reedsy]

Okay but picture Scott, Roddy or whoever you think fits this best saying this to you " You know i love you right? Good, because im about to fuck you like i don't"

Yeah...I went with Scott...

Scott Hall was in one of those moods. One that told Michele to steer clear of him until he cooled down.  He would never hurt her,  but to avoid a fight or making things worse,  she kept herself busy in the bedroom, folding clothes,  organizing the bathroom and finally settling on reading a book she'd been putting off for way too long. 

A heated call with his ex, a contentious conversation with his boss, and her credit card statement arriving in the mail - all three within the matter of an hour understandably set him off. Making herself scarce was the best move. 

She could hear him stomping around,  mumbling to himself as he moved through the house as if his little tantrum would solve his problems. She smiled behind the pages as she turned them.  Scott could be such a hot head,  but he always more than made up for any cold shoulder. 

She felt bad that part of it was her doing,  but if he'd just let her get the mail, he'd have never even seen the bill. The dark stare over the top of the creased paper directed at her as she'd walked in his office made her shiver even now as she thought back to it. 

“When were you going to tell me about this?” He had dangled the paper in front of him.  She'd fidgeted, knowing she'd broken her promises to watch her spending. 

“I was gonna…”she lied through her teeth.  Scott only huffed an annoyed sigh out of his nose as he stood,  nearly slapping the paper on his desk. 

“Just my fucking lucky day isn't it….” He'd growled, walking away to blow off steam. 

She could hear him now in his gym, weights being racked, music playing loudly,  and even his strained grunts echoed through the halls as he tried to burn off his frustrations. He hadn't even bothered to come to the room to change into workout clothes.  He had to have been pretty upset to work out in jeans. 

Michele tried to think of ways to make it up to him - she could get a job to work while he was gone to help pay it back. She wrinkled her nose,  rereading the same page a second time due to her own distraction. She would apologize and mean it of course…but that probably wouldn't be enough. 

“He likes a good steak…” she mused aloud, wondering if a nice dinner reservation might help.  But her trying to throw money at a problem seemed to be part of the issue,  so she scratched that idea, “Maybe a little excursion to The Landing Strip…” Scott still enjoyed a visit to a strip club or two. Michele had to admit she didn't mind him going and she loved going with him even more. 

Of course being around that many naked women turned him on. She did not feel jealously when he'd slip a few dollars in a g-string or ample cleavage, because only she was what his hands touched. They'd barely make it to the car before he was inside of her in some way. 

Michele grinned thinking about the time they only made it to the car…but not in it.  It was a miracle they weren't arrested. Perhaps there might be a private room available for her to reserve. 

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Scotts muscles bulged under the heavy weights. He pushed himself past his limits. His negative energy was coursing through him. He pressed the heavy bar upwards a few more times before racking it safely above him.  His chest was taut and sweaty,  rising and falling quickly with each labored breath. He sat up,  raking his hand through his damp hair. Grabbing his discarded shirt, he dried the sweat from his face. 

Adrenaline and testosterone were fueling him now,  the irritation he felt dictating both. He had a lot more things he'd thought of to say to his ex.  He had a few choice words for his boss that he honestly hoped the tiny man would choke on. 

And as for Michele, while she didn't purposefully push his last button - she'd sent him over the edge today. Whether or not she had so on purpose, she was here and she'd have to deal with what he wanted. 

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Michele hung up the phone,  knowing the room she'd reserved might have been a risk with the deposit she'd put down. But she seem his cares all melt away before with a good lap dance.

She was feeling proud of herself, smug as she tried to find where she left off in her book. She jumped though when the door to their room flew open and Scott stalked in, slamming it behind him with his foot. She looked at him wide-eyed and holding her breath a little. 

There was a hungry look in his eyes and it was anything but gentle. 

“Scott, I-” she started with an almost meek voice,  but he cut her off abruptly.

“I don't want to hear it,” he said bluntly. She felt her mouth grow dry as her book fell to her lap slowly. 

“You know I love you, right?” He asked, already knowing the answer as she nodded slowly, not taking her eyes from his. Her heart hammered heavily against her chest,  knowing what he wanted and what he would do to get it. 

“Good,” he undid his belt roughly, slipping it out of the belt loops in an aggressive, swift move,  “because I'm about to fuck you like I don't,”

#reedsy answers asks #scott hall #wrestling smut prompts #wrestling #wrestling fanfiction #wwe #wcw #wwf #nwo

[take-taker-taken]

Hi! I hope you're having a lovely day/night wherever you are in the world. I'm new here and saw you take requests. Please bare with me, I've never done this before lol. I was wondering if I could have a ministry Taker x fem gothic plus size reader fic? As for smut or fluff I'll honestly let you decide, I'm good with either. I just love ministry taker so much. He has me in a chokehold!

Hello, lovely Anon! I do hope you’re still around and didn’t give up hope of me ever answering you! Here is your beloved Ministry!Taker fic…

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You carefully apply liner to your eyes, the finishing touch to the smoky look. You know that he’s watching you intently - he always does, to the point where you wonder if he enjoys the ritual of make up as much as you do. You stain your lips a deep, dark red and then sit back and admire the finished product in the mirror.

“You’re beautiful.” The simple statement rumbles from him and you turn to look at where he sits on one of his thrones. This one is slightly smaller than the grand one in the great hall but it’s no less majestic for that. He smiles - an intriguing combination of pleasure, danger and barely-disguised lust - and strokes finger and thumb thoughtfully over his goatee beard. “Come here and sit with me.”

You stand up and turn with a swirl of your black velvet skirt as you smooth down your top, which is cleverly fashioned after his cloak with a deep hood that would hide your face if you used it. The sleeves flare out at the ends, adding to the flowing, floaty quality of the outfit. You slowly walk over to him with a confidence that a few months ago didn’t exist - he used to terrify you and when he plucked you from obscurity to be by his side, you’d barely been able to mutter two words to him. He had chosen, though, and you were to be his. He had seen something in you and so had persevered, not allowing you to be away from him for too long at a time, determined that you would not only grow accustomed to him but that you would learn to find pleasure in his company.

He extends a hand to you as you approach and unafraid, you reach out and take it as you step up on to the platform that the throne sits upon. You know that when he bids you to ‘come and sit with’ him then he wants you close and sure enough, he pulls you in and you hop up on to his lap. As huge as he is, you had been so self conscious the first few times; worried that you were not a waif-like figure. Such things are no longer a concern and you smile and lean against him as one powerful arm encircles you, his fingers stroking up and down your waist.

Your head tucks neatly under his chin if you press yourself fully to him, but you find that you’re feeling playful tonight. His immediate attention has been taken by the book that rests on the arm of the throne and so you slowly slide your hand up the centre of his back. He doesn’t react until you reach his neck, your fingers seeking the bare skin that hides beneath his mane of dark hair. You scratch the nape gently and he rolls his shoulders with a low, rumbling sigh of satisfaction. Encouraged, you turn your face up and deliver a row of small kisses to his jawline before reaching up to give a soft tug on his beard. He turns at that and you look up into stormy green eyes before giving a cheeky giggle, but your hand doesn’t relinquish its grip on the facial hair.

“Something ails you, my princess?” His voice is never particularly animated but you don’t find that scary anymore.

“You called me all the way over here, but seems you’re only interested in that book.”

His arm tightens around your ample waist while his other hand reaches up and covers over the one of yours that holds his beard. “Wanting some attention are you, little one?”

You nod as you give him a playful pout and a mildly pleading look. He guides your hand from his chin and then raises it to his lips, kissing it softly as you look on. He lets go of your hand and then nudges your chin up with one long finger. He kisses along your jaw just as you did to him and you close your eyes, enjoying the feel of the bristly hair against your skin.

“Such a stunning gothic beauty,” He murmurs into your ear, the timbre making you shiver pleasantly. “I knew from the moment I saw you that there was fire inside you.” He caresses the back of your neck with the tips of his fingers while his other hand seeks out the hem of your top so that he can touch bare skin. “It just needed someone to nurture that glow…” As his fingers stroke across your stomach you think back to the beginning of your time with him, when you used to try and move away from touches like this, fearing that there was ‘too much’ flesh there. Now you have no such worries and wriggle around, turning yourself in his lap as his kiss returns, to your mouth this time.

He teases your lips apart and you gladly open your mouth to allow his long tongue entry and place your hand on the side of his face. There’s still a part of you that can’t quite believe that you’re allowed to touch him, to kiss him and to lay with him. He chose you to be at his side; he chose to love you. You open your eyes and whimper slightly with disappointment as he draws back from the kiss and there’s amusement in his gaze.

“You’re wanting more, princess?”

“Always,” you reply, your thumb stroking his cheek.

“I rather fear that I shouldn’t.” He says teasingly. “You only just finished your make up and if I take you to bed then it’ll surely be ruined.”

You smile up at him and tug gently on his beard again. “I don’t mind.”

He growls at your latest assault on his facial hair and snaps his teeth playfully at your hand before standing up with you in his arms. You giggle delightedly as you know that nobody else sees this side to him.

“Very well, girl - you leave me no choice but to teach you some consequences for your teasing.” He dips his head and kisses you again before drawing back to nip at your lips with his teeth. You reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck and let your head fall against his chest as he carries you from the room while muttering dark, lustful promises.

END.

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[magnoliacharmed]

It Takes Two To Tango

(not my gif!)

18+, Billy Gunn x Fem!Reader one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Word count: 2,592

Tags: Oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, swallowing, trying to be quiet, secret relationship

Additional characters: Ken Shamrock, Jim Ross, Jerry Lawler, Vince McMahon

Summary:

Your real life relationship with Billy Gunn begins to pick up steam on TV. Your kayfabe boyfriend, Ken Shamrock, doesn’t like what he sees.

“JR, you see the way Gunn looks at me when I enter the ring! Always trying to peek under my skirt. I’m not having it any more.”

“That bastard really shouldn’t be treating a young lady like you in that way.”

“Well with the way she dresses, what do you expect?! I wouldn’t be able to contain myself either!”

“You’re such an old pervert, King.” Your voice crackled over the mic.

You readjusted the headphones squeezing your ears. This was your first time on commentary and it was a lot more fun than you expected. A hell of a lot more fun than interviewing backstage. Even with Vince yelling  in your ear the whole time, the banter between you, JR, and Jerry made it all worth it. It was also nice to get a break from standing around in your heels. You watched Billy enter the ring doing his spiel. It never got old and the crowd seemed to agree.

“… then I’ve got two words for ya!”

“SUCK IT!”

Billy thrusted, then pointed right at you.

“Can you abide by this?!” You turned your head to JR, your eyebrows scrunched up in overplayed annoyance while your voice raised a pitch. The camera caught JR shaking his head and Jerry laughing like a hyena.

Billy was up against Ken Shamrock. After dealing with Val Venis trying to corrupt his sister Ryan, Ken had gotten himself involved in a love triangle with you and Billy. So far he’d won in the ring, but he hadn’t been able  to capture your affections outside of it. Despite his gentlemanly behavior defending you against Billy’s lewd presence, the blond still edged him out. He was never exceptionally rude, just flirtatious in the way that confident people can be. It (unfortunately) was still working on you even though you knew he was no good.

Just as Billy geared up to do his signature Fame-asser, Ken managed to get out of the way. He got Billy with a clothesline and was close to getting him in position for an ankle lock, but Billy rolled out of the ring in a graceful flash. His eyes immediately focused on you, his stride long and slightly wounded as he made his way over. The mics on the table picked up his words.

“Stop distracting me over here before I have to teach you a lesson.”

“Oh, please. Maybe become a better wrestler and you won’t have such an issue with distractions.”

Jerry’s high pitched voice let out an “Oh! OH!” Vince was close to blowing out your eardrums on the other end of the headphones.

“SHUT UP, YOU’RE ONLY OUT THERE TO LOOK CUTE.”

Billy huffed, close to being out of breath. You were supposed to be on Shamrock’s side. He was the good guy. He was the one who treated you with some respect. But that was so boring. Poor Ken.

Billy walked away, pointing at you again and gesturing towards his crotch. He re-entered the ring to struggle with Shamrock for a few minutes before finally being subjected to the ankle lock. Billy tried his hardest, but ultimately tapped out.

It was hard to hear over the cheers.

“How’re you gonna reward your boyfriend?!” Jerry asked, his voice keeping that hysteric note to it. You wonder where he got the energy from.

“Don’t worry about what I’ll do to him!”

You took the headset off in a rush and scrambled from behind the announcers table. You were almost in the ring, crouching down to get between the ropes, when Billy grabbed you from outside of it. He pressed his heaving chest to yours and began to whisper in your ear.

“I know you want me. You gonna let me make you feel good later?”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes at his words even though they made heat pool down below. Wriggling out his tight hold took some effort. With a quick flicker of your eyes up and down his well toned body, something you were sure you’d catch some heat for, you turned away to run to congratulate Ken. He looked at you with a tired sort of skepticism as you planted kisses across his face that were more subdued than the crowd expected.

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Backstage, you thought about the night so far. Even though Vince treated you like a puppy that piddled on the nice rug, you were sure that this wouldn’t ruin your push. He didn’t immediately leave gorilla to fire you after it was all said and done. The love triangle was getting good pops. Ken looked sympathetic from losing his sister and girlfriend in quick succession. Billy was establishing himself as a worthy competitor. You were getting the chance to show off your personality, something you hoped to pivot into more in-ring action. Everyone won!

Well, everyone except Ken.

His steps were heavy as he approached you. It took a second to register that he was even there, your head so up in the clouds that your vision blurred into a watercolor painting.

“What the hell was that with you and Billy?”

“What was what?”

Ken was a lot more upset than you thought. This was nothing but an angle! You two had tried to go on a few dates, sure. There was no spark between you two. At least on your end. He was handsome and he was sorta funny…? In the end, he just didn’t do it for you. Whatever it was, that special X factor, Shamrock didn’t have it. Billy did.

“You and Billy at the end of the damn match. Are you two fucking?”

You weren’t going to let his sour mood ruin your high. He should’ve been happy the match went so well. Plus, he knew the deal— you were only dating on screen, and that was barely. A few decent dates don’t make a relationship.

“Is that really any of your business?”

“Are you?”

“You’re so nosy, Ken. No, Billy and I aren’t fucking since you want to know so badly. And I’ll say it one more time just so you feel reassured—“ Your voice rose.

“—I AM NOT FUCKING BILLY GUNN. You know I’m also not fucking? You. So don’t worry about what or who I’m doing in my free time, alright?”

“Yeah, alright. You just watch out and don’t get hurt.” Ken’s face was stony as he turned to walk away from you. You didn’t know he cared that much about you. That clouded up your thoughts again. You started to wallow in confusion when Billy rounded a corner. He had a smug smile painting his face walking up to you.

“Heard we weren’t fucking. You don’t know how sad that makes me.”

“Geez, I said that so loud you heard me?”

“Well I only paid attention ‘cause I misheard and thought you said that we would be.”

“Yeah, you definitely misheard.” He was pulling you right into his little flirtatious back and forth.

“That’s too bad. I’ve got a few things I wanna do to you that I wasn't allowed to say on TV.”

“Mmhmm, I sure bet you do.” Your voice was a whisper.

Gunn was undeniably sexy, an even tan contrasting with his blond hair. His  long legs looked powerful, like he really could fuck you as hard he did his taunt. His height wasn’t intimidating or foreboding. There was something in the way you had to look up at him, a spark that turned you on beyond belief.

“You know,” Billy popped his gum. “I heard Vince is gonna do a poll in the next issue of the magazine. ‘Who’ll be the next hot couple in the WWF?’ You think he’ll put you and Ken or you and me?”

A playful smile spread on his face. You lightly slapped him on the chest, then made a frown at hearing Ken’s name. He was the last thing you wanted on your mind.

“Vince probably isn’t too happy with me right now.”

“Was he screaming at you?”

“Absolutely.”

“I could hear it even all the way from where I was. You’ll be fine. He gives all the pretty ones a pass.”

“I see you’re using that famous charm of yours on me.”

“Yeah, is it working?”

You laughed and rose up to place a long kiss on his cheek. It was a kiss that the audience sure would’ve liked to see you give Ken. You bristled as the thought slid through your mind, but it was dashed away by Billy’s hand slowly sliding down to palm at your ass. His favorite way to tease you out on the mat was by doing anything he could to take a nice look at it. There were many times when he got hard just thinking about bending you over.

“Why don’t you let me tell you what was on my mind earlier?”

Billy got dangerously close to reaching under your skirt, his fingers caressing your skin with more gentleness than you expected. It made your head swim with dirty thoughts and lit a fire within.

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You bit down so hard your lip it started to bleed a bit. You had to keep your mouth shut! With the attention Billy was paying to your clit, his tongue swirling around it at an unhurried pace, it was hard to keep quiet. A buzzing feeling coursed through your body that made your nerves clench up in ecstasy. Billy’s eyes stayed glued on your tortured expression above him, the twisting of your features making his cock twitch. Little moans escaped you with every lick of his tongue.

“You’ve gotta be quieter if you want me to keep going.” He stopped, noisily releasing suction from your clit.

“Are you serious? Don’t stop, someone might catch us if we take too long.”

“They will catch us if you don’t try to keep your voice down.”

“I’ll be quieter,” Your voice was filled with grit.

You didn’t even finish the short sentence as Billy returned to eating you out. It took your all not to make a sound, especially when he grabbed your hips to pull you closer into him. You collapsed onto your elbows and threw your head back, feeling like you were ready to explode. It was hard to stay silent when he was giving you his all. Gunn kept his promise when he told you he’d make you feel good.

The heel of your shoe kicked against his back. It was the only way you could express how close you were to your orgasm. You could’ve sworn Billy smiled as he stopped again.

“You gonna come for me?”

You shook your head yes frantically.

“Tell me.”

The look you gave him could only be described as pointed.

“I’m gonna come for you, Billy.” You were close to losing your composure. You didn’t want to whisper, you wanted to scream.

Seconds later he was back and taking you over the edge. You completely collapsed on the desk below you, your legs shaking then going limp as Billy kept licking. He finally stopped but not before leaving a kiss on your oversensitive spot.

With one swoop he picked you up, your legs wrapping against him with no second thought. He carried you with ease and pressed your back against the office door. You watched as his lips moved in to kiss your neck, the feeling of his breath against your skin shooting through you like lightning. It was almost overwhelming how great his body felt against yours. As if it was meant for you to be pressed that close together.

“Shhh,” Billy hushed you as he slowly pushed inside you. His preparation wasn’t enough for you to mentally prepare yourself. A loud moan filled the room, spurring him on to thrust fast and deep into you. How he could do this while holding you up was beyond you. Your assumption about his legs was happily proven right as he maintained a good, hard rhythm.

Gunn’s hand quickly reached up to pull down the neck of your dress, your breasts suddenly exposed to the cold air of the room. The chill brought you back down from the stars. Billy tore his gaze away from your face to stare at the bounce of your tits, the mesmerized expression on his face giving you a boost of confidence.

“Fuck, you look so good.”

You buried your head in his shoulder and moaned again, deep and primal. For purely selfish reasons, he didn’t want you moaning. Of course didn’t want you to get in trouble… but he also knew he’d come too fast if he heard your voice making the noises he so loved to hear. It was too late. You were past the point of no return and didn’t care who heard you.

His tongue found itself back around yours. The sloppy kiss pushed you to the next level. His urgency was so hot, it was like he just couldn’t contain himself around you. You could always count on Billy to make you feel wanted.

“Gonna... oh my God,” You breathed right into his ear. As soon as you said it, every muscle in your body compressed. No one else was ever going to make  you come harder than he did, a fact he would have loved to lord over you if he knew it. Just when you were beginning to remember where you were, Billy pulled out of you and pushed you on to your knees.

“Where?” Gunn stroked himself with a tight grip, his words strained. His cock was still shiny from your wetness. It was hypnotizing.

You opened wide to take Billy down your throat with perfect timing. He released hot, your mouth getting coated while you sucked him down. Now it was your turn to look up at him, his lips parted in awe. He caressed your cheek with the same gentleness from earlier. When he began to soften, you took his cock out of his mouth to get a good look at it. It was beautiful, one thin vein running down the long length of it. The way you gazed at it made his heart thump loudly in his chest.

Your brain struggled to form words as he helped you up. His hand held yours as if he was escorting you to a debutante ball instead of picking you up after he came in your mouth. It did feel equally as magical.

“Now imagine how good I am when I have a bed.” Somehow he snuck a new piece of gum in his mouth when you weren’t looking.

“That’s an invitation, I assume.”

“Yeah, for tonight actually.”

The two of you put your clothes back on in a rush. It wasn’t a secret that you two were fucking. If it was, it was poorly guarded. You just didn’t want to deal with Ken actually catching you with that post-sex disheveled look. The two of you at least needed to be cordial to make it all believable on television. There was a little part of you that hoped Vince really would couple you and Billy on the magazine poll. Maybe you two would win and get paired together.

Stepping out of the office, you and Billy looked around. No one walking by, no one hanging out. Perfect.

“Don’t think about me too much before tonight. Save the stamina.” It was hard to play it cool when you knew that you’d be replaying everything he did to you for the next few hours.

Billy’s laugh echoed down the hall while he walked away from you.

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I Only Have Eyes For You - Bret Hart

Pairings: 90s!Bret ''The Hitman'' Hart x Female! Reader

Summary: (Based off of the song ''I Only Have Eyes For You'' by The Flamingos). Bret only has eyes for you, and you know it's true. After a year of not being able to see him due to traveling, Bret comes home unexpectedly and surprises you.

Warnings: Mainly fluff, Little smut, Bret being a supportive and kind boyfriend, it just gets fluffy and SOMEWHAT smutty, just a fair warning there. male! receiving. (18+ Readers Only, Please!)

Requested by: No One (this is for the 500 followers celebration, cause I hit 500 followers! <3)

Word Count: 1.4k

It has been at least a year since you have last seen your boyfriend, Bret. You have been missing him ever since he left to travel around the world, signing autographs, thousands of fans screaming his name across the nation — you just missed him. Every second, every minute, every hour, everyday.

He was the sweetest and kindest boyfriend you'd ever ask for out of a guy, and that guy was Bret Hart. He would usually call you in the middle of the night every other night, just to tell you that he’s safe. His voice was so soothing, you could get lost in it only by listening to him talk for hours. You missed him as a whole, but you knew one day he would be back with you in his strong and muscular arms again.

You skimmed through photographs of you and him, one of those photographs being placed into a memory book, where he kissed you on the cheek with his arms wrapped around you at a carnival. What a distant feeling. You thought. You held back tears from forming and dropping onto one of the fresh polaroids placed into the memory scrapbook of you and Bret, but goddamn it you missed him.

You could say how much you miss him like a broken record over and over again, but it doesn’t change how you feel towards him. Your love for Bret was angelic, and kind-spirited, it was so ridiculous to the point where you would talk to your friends about your boyfriend and how much he meant to you. Of course, you knew Bret since you two were in middle school, it has been so long. A year has felt like eternity, your heart began to break because you wanted to see him. No one could ever know how you were feeling, the desire of wanting to hug him one last time, or more.

A few hours had passed, you were home alone on a Wednesday afternoon. Cuddled up in a gray blanket, you heard the rain bellow down onto the rooftop as you drifted off to sleep.

‘’Y/N? Are you home?’’ A familiar presence made its way into the doorway of your home. No, it can’t be.

Your eyes popped right open, you jumped up and saw a shadow lurking in the corner of the living room.

‘’Bret?’’

‘’BRET!’’ You ran as fast as you could towards your boyfriend, his arms wide open for a familiar hug, a hug you haven’t felt in over a year.

Tears of mixed emotions formed in the creases of your eyes, your face buried in the crook of your boyfriend’s neck, he hugged you tightly.

‘’Did you miss me? ‘Cause I know I missed you,’’ He whispered soothingly, his hands resting on your back, rubbing.

‘’Y-you have no idea, Bret… I-I missed you a lot. More than you’ll ever know.’’ You answered, fighting back so many mixed emotions, your head was spinning, it felt like eternity since you last saw him.

‘’Shh, it’s okay. I understand baby, I missed you more. I’m so sorry for leaving you after all of this time, I feel like a jerk—’’ You pressed a finger upon Bret’s lips, your eyes glistened with his.

‘’Please don’t ever feel like you’re a jerk, because you aren’t. I just missed you. Your hugs, your smiling face, your presence.’’ You spoke, he wiped your tears away with his thumb.

‘’You know what I have missed?’’ He asked you, eyes boring into your’s.

‘’What?’’

‘’This.’’

Bret pulled you into this strong embrace, and kissed you deeply. His lips were sealed onto yours, oh how you missed him. You melted into his arms, such a familiar feeling.

He guided you into a near wall, with your lips never breaking apart. He knew all of your weak spots, and how to make you feel good. But this was the best feeling in the world, with his hands cupping your bottom, lifting you up to support your body weight against a wall felt like ‘’heaven and i’d die for it’’ feeling. His lips attached onto your earlobe, sending dead cold shivers down your spine. Bret chuckled,

‘’I missed your body touching against mine, not only that, but I missed how well my baby girl behaves for me,’’ Hearing those words made you blush a heavy pink, you were dumbfounded and so in love with him, that cute asshole.

‘’I— I missed you more,’’ You mouthed, trying to get the right words out so you can prevent yourself from being embarrassed. But it was too late for that.

‘’Aww, are you lost, baby girl? I’ll make your clueless mind less worrisome.’’ He teased, his voice deep in anticipation.

You crossed your legs to prevent yourself from making your ‘’oh my god, he just made me weak all over and he probably knows it’’ feeling from being so obvious. Shit, he knew you so well he could read you like a book.

Bret caressed your cheek, you whimpered, the bare minimum touches he gave you was pleasurable. He didn’t have to lay a finger on you or fuck you dumb to pleasure you, all he did was talk to you nice, that way he could win your heart for good.

‘’Oka-okay. You got me, Bret.’’ You finally gave in, a laugh was heard from The Hitman in response.

‘’Good girl. Now, tell me. Tell me all of your heart's desires.’’ He challenged.

‘’I— Holy shit. I am so nervous, it’s been like a year since we’ve last done this.’’ Your heart beating through the floor, you felt yourself tense up under his touch.

‘’It’s okay, baby. Whatever makes you feel comfortable.’’

Maybe you did want him to continue what he was doing, he gave you a sly smile and placed his hands onto your’s. You couldn’t admit it, you were out of it, shit, come on Y/N, think.

‘’I-I need a minute.’’ You stepped back, and ran into the bathroom.

Your legs shook, you cupped yourself and felt the warmth running down your legs, a huge sigh of relief escaped out of you as Bret was waiting in the living room.

‘’How in the hell did he get me this wet—’’ You blushed, and decided to take a quick shower. You texted Bret, who happened to be still waiting in the living room by himself. A door knob turned to the bathroom door, and quickly shut afterwards. A shirt and pants dropped to the floor.

‘’Mind if I join?’’

‘’I don’t mind at all, babe.’’ You said, a smile played upon the face of Bret, and as he stepped in, you kissed him again, but deeper.

The shower continued to run for a few minutes, kissing your thighs, he asked for your approval before doing anything else. He wanted to make love to you in the shower, and so he did.

You tilted your head back, a soft moan slipped past you right as his lips pressed against your garden.

‘’Being so well-behaved for me.’’ He added after another kiss, while he had you under his little finger. You sighed aloud, your fingers crept into his long black hair, tugging slightly onto his hair, a low grunt from him was heard by you.

Knowing he was pleasuring you, you decided on turning the tables by kissing down his chest, going lower as you progressed, and well, you know the rest.

Bret groaned, he held the back of your head while you were softly gagging underneath him. ‘’My god, Y-Y/N. You t-take me so good.’’ He said.

‘’Y/N, I-I’m about t-to’’ He warned, pulling out of your hollowed mouth, releasing. His eyes closed for a brief second, heavy panting heavier than the sound of the shower head spurting down water itself.

‘’You t-take good care of me,’’ You replied, standing up. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you close to him, wet hair and all.

‘’That’s my job,’’ He smiled brightly.

‘’I love you, Bret.’’

‘’I love you too, Y/N.’’

A/N: Omfg, so this is the first Bret Hart fic I have ever written, and I am kinda proud of how this turned out, I am sorry if the ending was crappy -- but it is 10pm at night. I promised you all a Bret Hart fic, and here it is. Hope you enjoyed <3 (likes, reblogs or any type of feedback are always appreciated!!).

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