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draw ur middle aged man faves in this

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feeling normal about these photos…..like he’s so fine help 😭😭😭

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what would it take to get you to write a bret hart smut hcs? i’ll give you my lungs istg

It would've taken literally 6 months for me to actually post it. I am so sorry anon 😭

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ok we have shawnie boy smut hcs but now imma need the original babygirl bret - ✌️ peace anon

𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑩𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒄𝒔

:: peace anon please forgive my absence 😔

warnings: smut (duh)

[praise]

Seeing you in a skirt does something to Bret. The way the edge of the fabric brushes against your thighs, how it contrasts with your skin. He doesn't waste time to push you down onto the bed when the two of you are finally alone in your hotel room. With his hand on your calf, he settles between your legs and kisses the back of your knees. Seeing you underneath him with his shadow looming over you sends a thrill up Bret's spine. Lowers his head and leaves bite marks on your thighs, leaving your legs trembling in his hands. His one hand on the small of your back, guiding you down his cock as his other hand settles on your nape and pulls you to his lips. His mouth would trail down to your neck, peppering your skin with gentle bites and kisses. He holds you close and whispers praises to your ear until you're sobbing into his shoulder. "You're doing so well, baby" "such a good cocksleeve for me" "I love you so much". They pour out of his mouth in groans and pants. His thrusts would abandon its constant rhythm for something more sloppy and desperate. And when you two are coming down from your climaxes, Bret rolls you two over until you're sitting on his lap. He shoots you a smile and fiddles with the skirt you still wore, ruined and spoiled. "You're so beautiful"

[marking]

Bret's hands have their place on your neck. He loves the hitch in your breath when he settles his hand on your nape. Loves the look of his fingers curling around the curve of your neck. Loves the quiet keens that escape your lips when he tightens his grip on your throat and ruts inside you. His hands like to wander on your body and memorize how it feels. And once he's done that, he marks your flesh with his hands until you're littered with hand prints. His hands would trail to your chest, his tongue following soon after. He'll move to your waist, then to your hips. He loves to mark you all over, to show people you belong to him.

[daddy kink]

Bret's Adams apple bobs when he swallows thickly, his hips snap to a halt and fully sheathed inside you. He looks at you with hooded eyes and thumbs your bottom lip. He gently tugs on your hair, leans closer to you, and whispers, "say it again". He presses his forehead to yours, "say it again" "please daddy". Bret's body heats up and he groans, quickening his pace. Your moans are drowned by the bed creaking beneath you.

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pls pls do anything diesel x female reader!! there isn’t enough fics for him out there

₍ᵔ·͈༝·͈ᵔ₎ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏���� 𝑫𝒊𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒍 𝑯𝑪𝒔 ♡̸ ꒷꒦˓

𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑙 𝐻𝐶𝑠 ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

so sorry for the delay babes 😭 i was too busy with college intramurals and projects for the past two weeks djdjdjjd. and for some reason tumblr won't let me post my drafts??? But anyways, ask and thou shalt receive <3

[ clothes ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

→You enjoy wearing Diesel's shirts. You love wearing them as much as Diesel loves seeing you in them. He purposely leaves his clothes lying around for you to find and wear. He once caught you wearing his gear and imitating him, standing on a chair. He doesn't shut up about it for weeks.

[ height difference ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

→He teases you about your height constantly. It's not that you're THAT short, Diesel just happens to be a giant. He immediately stops laughing when you remind him of the orange mohawk he used to have.

[ introductions ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

→You two were introduced to each other by Shawn Michaels. Diesel was new to the company and you were Shawn's best friend. It didn't take long for Shawn to put you two together like some sequence-clad cupid. You and Diesel started off as mutual friends, making sure Shawn doesn't do anything stupid. But eventually, you guys become a couple— that make sure Shawn doesn't do anything stupid.

[touch ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

→He likes hugging you from behind and resting his chin on the top of your head. He likes carrying you around (much to your embarrassment). He just likes holding you/being held by you in general. He gives the best hugs

[ protective ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

→Turns into a literal guard dog when people look at you the wrong way.

[ little things ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

→He holds things for you, gets stuff that are too high for your reach. In return, you pick things up for him that would usually make him bend down to get it. He would reach for the pancake mix at the top of the shelf and you would reach down and tie Diesel's boot for him.

[ "ily >:(" ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

→Affectionately aggressive. He shakes you like a maraca whenever you say something bad about yourself, telling you endless compliments while doing so.

[ that one third wheel ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

→You two have date nights and would return to Shawn, sitting cross-legged on your hotel bed, arms crossed and pouting, "dO you haVe anY idea whAT tiMe iT iS, youNg LadY?" "Shawn, I'm older than you—" "Irrelevant"

[ "hear me out" .˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

→"Hun, hear me out," "Magic Mike?" "Look. Look, stop laughing—"

bonus:

you, diesel, and shawn are either:

no inbetween

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Mood

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₍ᵔ·͈༝·͈ᵔ₎ 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝑯𝑪𝒔 ♡̸ ꒷꒦˓

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒏'𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒓 ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

��⠀⊹ . : 𖥔˖࣪   ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 *  ˖ 𓏲࣪ ⊹ . : 𖥔˖࣪   ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 *  ˖ 𓏲࣪⠀

ahaha heyyyy how you guys doin? i totally didn't disappear off the face of this app. ya girl decided to shift to medical biology instead of pharmacy because pharmacy ain't it fjfjfj. anyways, have fun with this babes.

you became shawn's manager to keep him in check. he thrived under the spotlight but he was too reckless, pissing off his opponents with his in-ring antics. you were there to compensate for his lack of brain cells. it was comedic (at least that's what vince tells you) to have you not fall for the heartbreak kid's charm and have Shawn constantly try to woo you. it doesn't work— for the most part.

˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

shawn dances around you during his entrance to try and get you to crack a smile. after you've warmed up to him, kayfabe-wise, you dance with him after he wins a match.

˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

shawn does your hair. he called your hair a birds nest once and you almost shoved your hairbrush down his throat.

"if you think it's bad, why don't you do it?!"

"gladly!"

as much as you hate to admit it, shawn knows his way around a hairbrush. he purposely makes your hair a /little/ bit worse than his ("i want the cameras to focus on me, not yo—aCk"). he makes sure your hair styles match most of the time. if he has braids, you have braids. if he has his hair down, you have your hair down. he thinks it's cute but god forbid he gives you a mullet.

˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

he practices his promos with you backstage. the both of you usually sit across from each other, script in your hands. he insisted that he doesn't need to practice but you just raise your brow for him to pull out a steel chair to sit on.

"you sound constipated"

"well duh, i'm with you"

˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

if it wasn't obvious enough, you tease each other a lot. it's insufferable.

˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

he's protective of you. shawn would immediately be by your side when he notices someone bothering you, both backstage and ringside.

˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

you usually hold shawn's championship belts for him during his matches. he does this thing where he goes to you just to see his reflection on the belt. he would let you wear his belt sometimes too, "pretty girl, pretty gold. makes sense to me"

˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

he's insistent you give him a kiss on the cheek for good luck before every match. and his insistence would often be left unanswered. until that one time you did and he was left red in the face for a whole 10 minutes.

˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

shawn is the reason why you know ABBA's entire discography. he doesn't stop singing it even though he doesn't sound as good as he thinks he is. you bought him an ABBA cd for his birthday once and he's never left home without it.

˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

you guys match colors. diesel calls the both of you, "Tweedledee and Tweedledum" because of it.

˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

shawns a sucker for attention. he would just be practicing his moves in a ring while youre reading a magazine. you could hear the mat shake before shawn goes, "did you see that yn?? did you see m—"

"yeah i did, that's great buddy"

you didn't.

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when you wanna write all your fics and headcanons but you caNT because college is biting your ass:

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"The Heartbreak Kid" Shawn Michaels vs. "Big Daddy Cool" Diesel in a No Holds Barred match for the WWF Championship on "In Your House: Good Friends, Better Enemies" (April 28, 1996)

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₍ᵔ·͈༝·͈ᵔ₎ ♡̸ᵎᵎ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝑯𝑪𝒔  ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ

⠀⠀⊹ . : 𖥔˖࣪   ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 *  ˖ 𓏲࣪ ⊹ . : 𖥔˖࣪   ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 *  ˖ 𓏲࣪⠀

well. this was a trip to write. deadass had to take breaks and scream into my pillow, dying from embarrassment. anyways, enjoy my little funky monkes

forewarning: smut (duh), some language

[ exhibitionism and degradation ]

dark hallways, parked cars, unlocked doors, and hotel balconies. the idea of being caught while he's deep inside you ignites something within Shawn. and he tries to chase that feeling every chance he gets. you often find yourself pinned against the large window of your shared hotel room, his fingers in your mouth as the occasional sound of footsteps behind the door make your heart stutter. he would lean close to your ear and call you a slut, his slut. wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest. he gets a thrill when he's thrusting into you and a knock on the door would push you two to a sudden halt. that doesn't stop Shawn though. his thrusts would go faster, enjoying how tears would fall down your cheeks as he goes deeper, his hips snapping harder than it did before. he does his best to make you moan, to let whoever was at your hotel door to know that you belong to him. "god, you're so needy" "nothing but a slut for my cock" "so pretty with my cum in you"

[ hair pulling and marking ]

shawn's mouth would explore every surface on your body, his teeth grazing against your flesh. he's addicted to leaving bite marks on your thighs and hand prints on your waist. In turn, you'd leave claw marks running down his back and hickeys on his neck. he's rough. his hands don't shy away from you and they'll eventually find themselves in your hair, tugging your head back as he licks down your chest. he'd pay extra attention to your breasts, taking the time to make your nipples red and sensitive with his fingers and tongue until you're mewling and shuddering. shawn would hold your hair back with one hand as his other hand would trace his cock along your lips. he loves the way you moan when he pulls on your hair, pulling even harder to get you to tighten your legs around his hips. he doesn't hide the love marks you give him. as much as he enjoys letting people know you're his, he also loves to let them know that he's yours.

[ edging and teasing ]

shawn likes the control he has on you. to see you cry and lose your breath because of him and to have the power to make you beg for more. he'll fuck you just right, thrust into you and abruptly stop just before you climax. the way you cry out and how your jaw drops is just enough for him to thrust into you again. the whole process repeats itself until both of you are breathless and overstimulated. he won't let you cum until you're sobbing. he loves cumming on your stomach and the small of your back the most.

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₍ᵔ·͈༝·͈ᵔ₎ ♡̸ᵎᵎ 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒏 𝑯𝑪𝒔  ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ

⠀⠀⊹ . : 𖥔˖࣪   ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 *  ˖ 𓏲࣪ ⊹ . : 𖥔˖࣪   ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 *  ˖ 𓏲࣪⠀

well. this was a trip to write. deadass had to take breaks and scream into my pillow, dying from embarrassment. anyways, enjoy my little funky monkes

forewarning: smut (duh), some language

[ exhibitionism and degradation ]

dark hallways, parked cars, unlocked doors, and hotel balconies. the idea of being caught while he's deep inside you ignites something within Shawn. and he tries to chase that feeling every chance he gets. you often find yourself pinned against the large window of your shared hotel room, his fingers in your mouth as the occasional sound of footsteps behind the door make your heart stutter. he would lean close to your ear and call you a slut, his slut. wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest. he gets a thrill when he's thrusting into you and a knock on the door would push you two to a sudden halt. that doesn't stop Shawn though. his thrusts would go faster, enjoying how tears would fall down your cheeks as he goes deeper, his hips snapping harder than it did before. he does his best to make you moan, to let whoever was at your hotel door to know that you belong to him. "god, you're so needy" "nothing but a slut for my cock" "so pretty with my cum in you"

[ hair pulling and marking ]

shawn's mouth would explore every surface on your body, his teeth grazing against your flesh. he's addicted to leaving bite marks on your thighs and hand prints on your waist. In turn, you'd leave claw marks running down his back and hickeys on his neck. he's rough. his hands don't shy away from you and they'll eventually find themselves in your hair, tugging your head back as he licks down your chest. he'd pay extra attention to your breasts, taking the time to make your nipples red and sensitive with his fingers and tongue until you're mewling and shuddering. shawn would hold your hair back with one hand as his other hand would trace his cock along your lips. he loves the way you moan when he pulls on your hair, pulling even harder to get you to tighten your legs around his hips. he doesn't hide the love marks you give him. as much as he enjoys letting people know you're his, he also loves to let them know that he's yours.

[ edging and teasing ]

shawn likes the control he has on you. to see you cry and lose your breath because of him and to have the power to make you beg for more. he'll fuck you just right, thrust into you and abruptly stop just before you climax. the way you cry out and how your jaw drops is just enough for him to thrust into you again. the whole process repeats itself until both of you are breathless and overstimulated. he won't let you cum until you're sobbing. he loves cumming on your stomach and the small of your back the most.

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hi can i please request bret hart x reader hcs? tysm - ✌️peace anon

ᨳ᭬(੭˘͈ᵕ˘͈)੭ 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐇𝐂𝐬  ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ

⠀⠀⊹ . : 𖥔˖࣪   ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 *  ˖ 𓏲࣪ ⊹ . : 𖥔˖࣪   ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 *  ˖ 𓏲࣪⠀

peace anon, i am forever in your debt for requesting 🫶 writing this gave 10 more years to my life

[ eating together ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

Bret loves it when you two eat together. No matter if it's in a five-star restaurant or eating takeout on the couch. He feels more at ease when he knows you've eaten.

[ touchy ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

Being on the road for most of the year, Bret misses your touch every second he's away from you. Whenever he's home, he sticks close to you. He hugs you from behind, holds your hand under the dining table, draws little hearts on the skin of your thighs with his thumb. It reminds him that he's actually home and that you're beside him.

[ "that's my girl" ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

He constantly talks about you to his family and friends. And he has the stupidest love-struck smile when he does.

[ fingers in your hair ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

He reads before he sleeps. You jokingly call him an old man for doing that. He enjoys doing it in bed with the light on the bedside table. He especially enjoys it when you're on his lap, his fingers in your hair as he reads to you.

[ photograph ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

He has a picture of you in his wallet. It's a Polaroid photo he shot himself. It's not the best photo of you, it's a bit blurred and your hair's a mess. The photo's corners are folded and creased too. You tell him to change it for something better but he refuses.

[ you're his muse ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

He draws sometimes. You're his muse and his sketchbook is full of portraits of you. He says it's for practice but he just likes an excuse to stare at you and take in every detail on your face and body.

[ possessive ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

Bret's possessive when it comes to you but he's not one to publicly show it. But whenever you're backstage at a house show, Bret would grab you by the waist and pull you closer to him. He would place his hand on your lower back while you stand. He would put his hand on the back of your neck will you're walking.

[ clothes ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

He lets you wear his clothes and some of them would eventually be yours since you never returned them. Bret doesn't mind it. You mostly borrow his jackets because you like how big they are on you. Bret loves it for the same reason.

[ little things ˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅 ]

It's the little things that you enjoy whenever you're with him. How he would kiss your bare shoulder after clasping your necklace on you. How he would redo your hair when he notices a strand out of place. How he would make you a cup of coffee first thing in the morning before he makes his own cup. All that stuff

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hehe gonna drop Shawn's HCs in a few hours :]

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