#I suck at hands and the thumbs make it even harder DX

[bespectacled-bookwyrm]

Nothing quite like needing to make a hasty correction once you've finished the lineart and started colouring to make you hate drawing hands. And thumbs.

I now hate drawing thumbs. Ugh. DX

(The only positive is that I draw digitally, so it’s easier to correct than with traditional art. Still a pain, though.)

[fluffytriceratops]

Forced To Stargaze - OC x Tomura Shigaraki

Note: Another oldish OC x Cannon imagine. Except this one is BNHA. I believe I wrote this in 2019/2020, so it's not my worst work, it's just not the best either. Kinda shitty? Eh- it is what it is. Tomura might be ooc because this was one of the first times I ever wrote him. And a shit ton of run on sentences, unfortunately. I'm itching to edit/rewrite this, but I don't have the time. DX Maybe in the future. If you're curious to know more about Linnea, I am planning on making a comic/art about her. I have some oldish drawings of her up on my BNHA OC instagram right now (liilfluffie). Feel free to check them out if you wanna. I'll probably be posting the drawings/comic on there as well. Thanks for reading! <3

Warnings: mature language, mild sexual/intimate themes,

Her fingers linked with his gingerly, gripping lightly only on a few of them. Even though she liked him, she didn't fancy being turned to ash. Linnea watched the stars flicker in the dark abyss above the both of them. A sigh slipped out of her nose while her head plunked down against his shoulder. She could feel Tomura's red gaze on her, the thought alone made her smile. His thumb brushed against the palm of her hand, rubbing slow calming circles into her skin. She knew he didn't like to be outside much, which generally was the biggest understatement of the year, but she was glad he did it for her. There was a lot of things she'd do for him, he didn't even have to ask. She'd travel to the ends of the earth if he wanted her too. Something she may or may not admit out loud, probably the latter. "Can we go now?" He practically whined, causing the duel haired girl to chuckle softly. Her green gaze flickered up to meet his own, he didn't look impressed that she had basically laughed at him. "Soon. I have yet to see a shooting star, there's supposed to be a meteor shower tonight." She looked back up at the sky, promising to leave as soon as she saw one. He sighed in annoyance, mumbling that she was a pain and a brat. That only made the girl's smile widen. She cracked a joke about that was how Kurogiri viewed him, he only glared down at her in response. Tomura adjusted himself, trying to get in a comfier position, the tree he was leaning on wasn't comfortable in the slightest. Before Linnea could even question what he was doing he had pulled her onto his lap, placing her between his legs and wrapping his arms around her tightly. It was as if he was hugging her, almost, without using his hands. Linnea smiled in content, leaning back against him, she could feel his breath against the exposed skin on her neck, noticing he had placed his chin on her shoulder. She enjoyed moments like this with him, where they both could just calm down and relax, she could relieve some stress from him for a while and vise versa. That and it was so rare that something like this occurred. If it weren't for her practically dragging his ass outside every once and a while, Linnea was sure that Tomura wouldn't go out at all on his own free time. He really did need to go out more, locking himself inside for so long surely wasn't good for him or his health. Linnea reached behind her and ruffled his hair gently, trailing her fingers down his face for a moment in an almost teasing manner. She could see Tomura roll his eyes out of the corner of her own, she felt a laugh crawl up her throat but didn't voice it. She could feel his teeth graze her ear lobe, causing the girl to grin wickedly to herself, she could feel his lips trailed down her neck, lightly nipping down every so often. He pulled her shirt away from her shoulder so he could bite down there, exposing more of her delicious skin. Linnea shuddered from his touch, sucking in a shaky breath as he bit down harder than before. She let out a breathy moan, feeling him smirk against her skin. "Dammit, you're gonna make me miss the stars." she whimpered, craning her neck off to the side to allow him more access, even though she had technically complained. He snickered at the action, sliding his tongue along the area. "That's not my problem, now is it?" he breathed, continuing to plant the sloppy yet effective kisses along her exposed skin. Making sure to leave little love bites every so often. He knew she wasn't really complaining, she truly did enjoy the things he'd do to her. She'd never admit it, but it was the truth. He continued his work for a bit longer, biting a little harder every so often than when he first started. He paused when he heard her gasp, wondering briefly if he had hurt her accidentally, occasionally he would go a bit over board while lost in the moment, though she never seemed to mind. He lifted his lips from her shoulder, peering up at her face. Her eyes were bright and full of wonder, a soft smile was planted onto her lips, she was looking up at the sky. Tomura followed her gaze

to see a bunch of shooting stars, all illuminating the sky. Flashing around before disappearing. Although he didn't really care for them, he honestly found them a bit annoying, the look on Linnea's face made him smile, even if it was a small one. He stopped his actions, returning his chin to rest on top of her shoulder as he gazed up at the sky. They watched the stars together for a few more minutes, before Linnea slipped out of his hold and stood up. Tomura rose his eyebrow's in question, unsure of what she was doing. She dusted her hands off on her butt, probably attempting to get rid of any dirt or leaves. She smiled down at him and offered her hand. Upon noticing the look on his face her smile widened as she chuckled. "I told you we could leave once I saw a shooting star, unless you want to stay out here any longer?" she grinned teasingly. Tomura huffed and grabbed her hand in a four finger hold, pulling himself up whilst clicking his tongue in annoyance. "Not a chance, I'll call Kurogiri and tell him to pick us up. Are you gonna stay the night?" he slipped his hand into his pocket of his sweater and pulled out his phone, texting Kurogiri their location. Linnea smiled, rubbing her thumb along his knuckles. "Sure, I'd love to." she hummed, noticing his mood had improved greatly since coming out here, though he still seemed to be annoyed with the fact that she had dragged him out here to begin with. He only nodded to her response, it wasn't long before the shadowy portal appeared just off to the side from them. Tomura took a step towards it, but was pulled back by a hand on his arm. Linnea had latched onto him and tugged him in her direction. He stumbled a bit and sent her a bit of a pissed off expression. "What are you doing?" he questioned, wanting nothing more than to go home and face plant onto his bed. With her in his arms... Not that he would ever admit it, especially out loud. "I want to do something before we go." He nearly groaned when she said that, rolling his eyes once again and peering down at her. She snorted as his expression and grabbed onto the hood of his sweater, pulling him towards her somewhat roughly, he was about to scold her but before he got the chance she had pressed her lips against his. Tomura tensed for a few seconds before relaxing into her hold. He placed four fingers from each hand onto her hips, pulling her against his chest. Her lips were soft and delicate against his chapped ones. The way she made him feel sometimes annoyed her, there really wasn't anyone else out there who could make him feel this way, which was the most frustrating of all. She licked his lip teasingly, he smirked against her lips as he pushed his tongue inside her mouth. Brushing it up against her own, she seemed delighted by this movement before sliding her own tongue against his. She ran her nimble fingers through his hair, slightly tugging at the roots. He grunted a bit at the action, clearly enjoying it, as he applied more weight into her sides, digging his fingers into her slightly. It wasn't long before they pulled away for air, she bit his lip softly before pulling away. Her fingers brushing against his face for a moment, sliding down to his neck and tracing one of his many scars. Tomura opened his eyes slowly and glanced down at her. Once again his chest squeezed, making him feel almost nauseous. Linnea's cheeks were a light shade of pink as she gazed up at him, she pecked his lips gently, watching as he shuddered from her touch on his neck. "We can go now," she replied slyly, smirking up at him. His cheeks flushed just a bit, he scoffed and slipped one of his hands into his pocket, the other one gripped lightly onto a few of her fingers. "Let's go before Kurogiri get's anymore annoyed." She chuckled but didn't say anything else after that. "Sleep or video games?" she asked as they walked through, he walked past Kurogiri ignoring him completely as Linnea sent him a small nod of her head in greeting. "Sleep, I'm too fucking tired to do anything else." he walked over to his room, kicking the door

behind him. She watched as he slipped off his sweater and shirt before plopping down onto his bed, pulling her down with him. She smiled lightly as she snuggled into his chest, he tucked his thumbs into his hands so he wouldn't accidentally activate his quirk on her. "Tomura?" she asked, yawning briefly before nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. "Hmm?" he hummed, keeping his eyes closed as he slowly pulled her closer to him. "Thanks, for coming with me. I'll make it up to you tomorrow." she breathed, placing a light kiss to the underside of his jawline. Tomura's lips lifted up slightly. "Can't wait." he hummed, nuzzling into her gently. She was already passed out, and it wasn't long till he followed after her.

[castieltrash1]

imagine → taking care of darrel after a rumble

requested by/for: @cheoldetat​ ! my baby boo!! we stan me finishing fall requests in spring :0 djfksdjkfjs im sorry LOL. anyway, ily!! xx

warnings: mentions of a fight, brief mentions of blood/knife/cut/etc., smut; gender-neutral reader, blowjobs, handjobs, the SLIGHTEST angst if u squint extra extra hard!!

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You know why he walks home like this -- leather jacket over his black tee despite the sweat dripping down his forehead and the humid temperature outside. After sparing a glance to Soda and Ponyboy and seeing they’re mostly unscathed -- courtesy of their older brother -- you turn your attention back to Darrel. His shadowed blue eyes betray the half-smile he sends in an attempt to keep you from worrying. I’m fine. I promise.  

Without saying a word, you drag him to the bathroom, forcefully but not holding his hand too tight. His knuckles are probably bruised and bloodied like always, and you don’t want to hurt him any more than the rumble already has.

The other boys and their groans become muffled as you close the door and run the sink, searching through the disorganized cupboards for a washcloth.

“I need to check on them,” Darrel grunts, reaching for the doorknob.

“They’re fine,” you reassure, looking over your shoulder to send him a look that says “dare me.” You know he’s mostly worried about his brothers, like always, but besides a few bruises, you doubt they’re in too bad of shape. Soda can always handle himself when he’s got Steve by his side, and with Darrel, Dallas, and Two on the front lines, you doubt many Socs get through them anyway. 

Your boyfriend sighs, but it’s less exasperated and more tired. The water is warmer now, and you’re able to soak the cloth quickly before shutting the tap off. Normally, a quick once-over is enough to point out the obvious injuries, but his jacket is in the way this time. You know why. It’s not often he puts it on after a rumble, but when he does, it’s because he wants to hide something.

“Jacket off, now.” His tough facade crumbles for a second -- he almost looks fearful. But, you don’t let up, staring at him until he shifts to pull his arms out.

You don’t miss the grunt of pain he lets out, but you don’t point it out either. Taking the jacket from his dirty hands, you set it on the counter. Immediately, your eyes are drawn to his side. His black tee is already dark, but it’s obvious there’s a wet section -- fabric clinging to his torso.

Without hesitating, you reach for the hem and tug it up, exposing a cut a couple of inches in length. Darrel hisses as the cold air hits the sensitive skin. It’s not too deep, thankfully, but it’s not small either. 

“Jesus, what happened?” You immediately press your washcloth to the wound, and he lets out a shaky breath. 

“Switchblade, I think.”

“I thought there were no weapons this time.”

“There weren’t.”

A part of you is about to question if he called the Soc out, but you swallow the words. You know he doesn’t want to participate in these rumbles -- doesn’t even wanna be a greaser.  You doubt he’d willingly start an argument that would lead to an even more violent fight. Maybe if it were Soda or Pony. Not himself, though. Convincing Darrel to prioritize and care for himself is impossible -- you’d have better luck asking Two to sell his old car.

Staying silent, you pull back the washcloth, happy to see the bleeding has mostly stopped, the swelling and irritation declining steadily. 

You reach for the cabinet that holds the bandages -- the second to left. The rest of the bathroom might be in disarray, but the bandaids and gauze are always in the same spot. It’s a simple patch-up job, considering it’s not the first blade cut you’ve dealt with, but you’re as gentle as ever as you cover the wound.

Darrel’s stomach tenses and he lets out a little gasp as your fingers softly press against him, securing the bandaid. Worried you’re hurting him, you look up from between his legs, eyes wide. 

“Are you ok?”

He nods, swallowing. 

You give him an odd look, before glancing back down, and realizing. His jeans are tight, leaving very little to the imagination. His toned torso seems to grow a thousand degrees hotter, and you pull your hands away quickly.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t--.”

He shakes his head, chuckling. It’s the first real smile he’s given you all night, and you can’t help but laugh a little too.

“It’s ok. Your hands are just… nice.”

His cheeks are flushed red now, matching the dried blood on his knuckles. It’s… sweet. His flustered expression gives you some confidence, and you move back to your previous spot, this time letting your hands rest on Darrel’s thighs.

“Can I… Can I take care of you like that too?”

Blue eyes grow wide, and you half-expect him to scold you for your dirty mouth, but he just nods, then smiles a lopsided grin.

He’s still leaning against the counter, and you watch his hands reach behind him to grab the lip of the sink for balance as you drop to your knees. He’s so much from this angle, all lean muscle, and warm, tan skin. The thought of getting your mouth on him almost makes you drool.

You unbutton his jeans quickly, and his large calloused hands help you to tug the denim and underwear beneath down to his mid-thigh. It’s careless and messy, but considering the boys are getting rowdier from beyond the door, and they’re bound to be knocking in a minute or two, you don’t really have another choice.

Darrel is hot and hard in your hands, and he sucks in his bottom lip with a quiet gasp as you stroke him gently. He’s tired and weak and you know it won’t take long to get him more worked up than usual.

Still, you take your time, slowly sliding your hand up and down, before letting your tongue trace the same path. His breathing grows heavy quickly, but you don’t relent, licking back up to his tip before sucking it fully into your mouth. 

“Darling, please.” It’s not often you get a beg out of him, even though this time isn’t much, but you savor it regardless. 

You take a little more, hands still working him, pace growing faster each stroke. Within a few moments, his hips are twitching, fingers digging harder into the counter. You don’t let up, only pulling off every now and again to take a breath, and letting your hand glide through spit and precum to cover every inch of his aching cock.

He’s right on the edge when the commotion in the living room grows louder, and the boys start getting antsier for their turn to wash up. Darrel’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t move, so you continue your motions -- though much faster now.

“C’mon Darry, just let go. It’s okay.” Your thumb presses against his tip before your lips follow, sucking gently on the head of his cock. Your tongue circles the warm skin, and you look up with gentle but reassuring eyes that beg him to release. He does so with a choked groan, and you take all he has to offer, swallowing eagerly and letting his hips jerk himself deeper into you as he rides out his high.

Only when his hand drops to push you away do you let go of him, lips glossy as they frame a dopey smile.

“Better?”

He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head. Before he can answer, a loud knock fills the small bathroom, and you’re thankful you remembered to lock the door. The boys may be many things, but respecting privacy is not a skill they can claim.

“You two alright in there?” Johnny asks, truly concerned, but you hear Steve and Soda giggling like the girls that stop by the DX to ogle them. 

Darrel is quick to readjust, and you wait until he nods to unlock and open the door. All the others are crowded at the threshold, and you can only hope you don’t look a complete mess.

“Yeah, sorry,” you say. “Darry had a nasty cut, and I had to patch him up.”

“Had to get handsy, huh?” Dallas jokes, gesturing to Darrel’s rumpled shirt. You know they don’t have any clue what just happened, and are blaming your boyfriend’s red cheeks on his apparent pain, but you feel your own cheeks heat up regardless.

“It was just his stomach,” you retort, hoping your lie isn’t too obvious. None of them seem to notice though, and Soda and Pony are already too busy scolding their big brother for hiding the injury. He lifts his shirt to show them the bandage, and any attention previously on you is instead on the large bandaid covering his side.

“Well,” Dallas whistles, “looks like you got one hell of a nurse.”

Darrel scoffs, but you shoot him a discreet wink.

“What can I say?” you joke with an exaggerated sigh. “I just know how to take care of people.”

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a/n: I FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING. THANK U GOD. darrel curtis is just THAT BITCH huh?? we cannot do anything but stan!!

[rawiswhore]

Shawn Michaels, Triple H x Fem Reader- "Titties & Beer" Part 1

Sorry for not posting a fanfic on Thursday.

I did type a fanfic that day and planned on posting it, but I didn't finish it.

I almost finished the fanfic yesterday, but I had these thoughts before finishing the fic.

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At the end of the year 1997, the former classy 1800's blueblood gentleman Hunter Hearst Helmsley was turning into what he'll still be known as today: Triple H.

No longer was he wearing those white, long sleeved button down dress shirts and carrying a cane, he started off by wearing short sleeved polo shirts, and eventually tight short sleeved T-shirts, black leather jackets and blue denim jeans.

He also acted differently too, from scoffing and turning his nose up at those lower than him who had bad manners, he suddenly became what he hated: spitting at the camera, acting rebellious and refusing to listen to authority.

He also joined up with one of the most iconic wrestlers of the 1990's and all time: Shawn Michaels, where they'd form a little duo, or rather trio, called D Generation X.

The reason I put "trio" is because Hunter's bodyguard Chyna was also a key member.

D Generation X were rebellious, obnoxious, out of control disrespectful cads who would do anything to annoy and anger people and refused to follow rules.

They're basically if oppositional defiant disorder was a person, or rather, people.

Some people could also say D Generation X were fratboys: uncouth, usually classless young men that are members of college fraternities.

Even though they didn't guzzle beer in the ring and party, DX did act rather fratboy-like, between mooning the crowd their asses, acting obnoxious and immature, and sexually objectifying women.

Since they acted like the fratboys you remember from high school and college, an idea popped into your head involving Shawn and Triple H.

You also thought of inviting Jeff Hardy to your rendezvous, since he and his brother wrestled in the WWF in December of '97, although he as well as his brother didn't play a character in the WWF at that time.

Jeff was and still is so damn hot and cute, but then you remembered Jeff wasn't old enough to drink then.

Then again, Jeff did lie about his age during the mid 1990's, and while no one drinks alcohol once they turn 21, Jeff wasn't the legal drinking age.

Besides, Jeff didn't play a fratboy at that time.

You also thought of inviting Billy Gunn, who was now in a wrestling duo known as the New Age Outlaws, but the New Age Outlaws really played Southerners who stole things, hence their names, not exactly fratboys (though fratboys can steal things).

And while Billy is handsome and the hot one in the New Age Outlaws, he isn't really that hot.

In December of 1997, after a time Shawn and Triple H acted like immature imbeciles on "Monday Night Raw", you shared with Triple H and Shawn an idea you had involving them.

Shawn smiled from ear to ear hearing your idea, and even Triple H liked your idea as well, and you talked with them over where they should do your agenda.

You talked over if you should do it in a hotel or motel room, that gives it more of the feel of being in a dorm since Triple H and Shawn are roleplaying as fratboys, but you're worried people next door will hear Shawn and Triple H chanting and shouting and won't be able to sleep.

Triple H, too, is worried about people next door hearing him and Shawn celebrating and cheering.

You did suggest doing it in your locker room or the wrestling locker room in general, though you are afraid other wrestlers might see what you, Shawn and Triple H are doing.

You're pretty sure most of the wrestling roster are sick of seeing you having sex in the locker rooms.

You decided to do it in a motel, since it adds to the roleplaying of being in a fratboy's dormitory.

Plus, you're booked to this motel to sleep in, so are Triple H and Shawn and most of the other WWF roster.

When you invited Triple H and Shawn to a motel room, you as well as they brought a 6 pack of beer cans and extra bottles of vodka and tequila, just in case you'd run out of one bottle of vodka and tequila.

Remember, fratboys are infamous for being partiers that get drunk, especially on beer.

After you, Shawn and Triple H were in the motel room, you crouched down to the floor until you were standing on your knees on the carpet while Triple H and Shawn stood in front of you.

Shawn and Triple H were both dressed in T-shirts and denim jeans, they both had their long hair hanging down, not having an elastic band tying back their hair in a ponytail.

You love the way they look like this and told them to look like this for the occasion.

Shawn and Triple H both grinned while looking down at you at the floor, their thumbs unbuttoning their jeans and sliding the zippers down.

Now, they didn't unbutton each others jeans, like Triple H unbuttoning Shawn's jeans and vice versa, as well as didn't zip each other's zippers down.

Your eyes were growing wide and wild whilst they unbuttoned and unzipped their jeans, only for them to grab the sides of their jeans and pull them down to their knees.

The roof of your mouth could nearly salivate seeing their cocks in front of you, your mouth spread an ear to ear smile seeing their penises in front of you, Shawn and Triple H can tell by the expression on your face that you're ready for their dicks.

Since fratboys are known for chugging down beer, you took your hands and wrapped your fingers around the bottom of Shawn and Triple H's shafts and pulled their penises closer to your face, specifically your mouth.

Your hands haven't touched the carpeted floor because you don't want your hands to touch Triple H and Shawn's penises after they've touched the filthy floor.

You made the tip of Shawn's penis enter your mouth first, where the tip of his penis was in between your lips and halfway inside your mouth.

You started sucking on his dick, letting his shaft get into your mouth this time, your mouth bobbing and going up and down his penis.

His cock was growing harder while you sucked his dick, blood swelling and circulating to his shaft, making his penis grow longer and stand taller.

Some precum leaked out of his slit and dripped onto your tongue as well as down your throat, some of his precum seeped into your tongue.

Shawn was smiling from ear to ear whilst you sucked on his penis, and if any precum was spilling out of his slit, your throat swallowed it, you also leaned your head back like you really are guzzling on a beer.

Shawn could hear the gulping noises your throat was making while sucking his penis, implying you're swallowing his precum.

Shawn and Triple H are really thinking about chanting "chug! chug! chug!" like they really are fratboys partying, you thought of them doing that as well, but not only are those chants unsexy, people next door will hear you.

Although, this is what fratboys do, or at least stereotypical ones: they chant "chug! chug! chug!" while someone chugs a beer or any other alcohol.

Was it necessary for you to wrap your fingers around Triple H's shaft, considering you're not doing anything with his penis right now besides holding it?

However, Triple H is getting an erection while he looks at you giving Shawn a blowjob, Trips' shaft has blood circulating into it and swelling it up, making it stand up.

Speaking of Triple H, he's smiling whilst he looks at you, though he is wondering deep inside why you're not masturbating his dick or anything despite holding his shaft.

Since you're busy sucking on Shawn's cock, Shawn lifted his hands and made them form an "x" shape at his wrists above his crotch, where he gently slammed those hands above his genitals, making sure not to knock the wind out of his stomach.

"Suck it!" he shouted while his hands were in that "x" shape crashing into his abdomen, thrusting his crotch out when he shouted that vulgar catchphrase.

He laughed and cackled a bit after he shouted that obscene quote, even Triple H couldn't keep a straight face and he burst a bit into laughter as well.

Their laughter was spreading to you, you couldn't help but crack a little smile while you had his cock in your mouth.

And you did try to continue sucking it, sucking his cock and swallowing any precum trickling out of his shaft.

When you sucked his penis, you didn't lick precum off of his shaft, since you're basically chugging down his precum like it's a beer.

Shawn's hands separated from each other and made chopping motions at his cum gutters as they're called, his hands forming a "v" shape this time at his crotch.

"Suck it!" he repeated while his hands made chopping motions and formed a "v" shape pointing at his crotch, thrusting and pushing his genitals forward while he shouted that vulgar phrase.

And you obeyed him, still continuing to suck onto his penis, gulping his precum down your throat.

You sucked his cock for a while after hearing him shout that, giving yourself time to suck his penis.

Triple H's hands joined together and crossed at the wrist, making an "x" shape, where he slammed those hands into the area above his crotch but below his abdomen, not slamming them too hard.

"Suck it!" Triple H exclaimed, smiling when he shouted that and while he slammed his hands above his genitals in an "x" shape.

Your peripheral vision could see Triple H's hands form an "x" shape and crash a few inches above his private parts, and since Triple H hasn't had his cock sucked yet, you shifted your head, face and mouth over to Triple H's penis, letting his penis inside your mouth this time.

Your lips were wrapped around the head of his cock and eventually his shaft, where you sucked on his dick, feeling how hard his penis was.

Your mouth was automatically elevating up his shaft while you sucked it, precum began to spill out of his slit and seep into your tongue.

Your throat was there to swallow any precum that spilled out of his shaft, gulping and chugging it down.

Does Triple H and Shawn really need to shout "suck it!" while they crotch chop at you?

You know what their gesture means without the words!

Triple H's hands separated from each other and made chopping motions towards his penis, his hands forming a "v" shape this time.

"Suck it!" he repeated again while his hands made that "v" shape and chopping motion at his genitals, and since his penis was in your mouth, he made his crotch push and thrust when he shouted "suck it!".

Shawn laughed when Triple H shouted that, Trips grinned while he exclaimed that quote.

Wonder if people next door hear Triple H and Shawn shout that vulgar quote?

Triple H's hands moved up and down at his private area, not masturbating his dick, but his hands made these chopping motions while still forming a "v" shape" when the tips of his fingers pointed at his crotch, basically doing NWO's crotch chop.

His hands did this over and over without shouting "suck it", even though it's so sexy when he shouts that vulgar catchphrase DX will always be remembered for.

And you listened to him, sucking his cock for a while, swallowing his precum and not licking his shaft.

Some people guzzle beer with 2 or more cans or bottles, just look at Stone Cold Steve Austin or ECW's Sandman.

When you reached the top of his penis, you pulled your face away from his cock and turned your head in between Shawn and Triple H's dicks.

You opened and widened your mouth as much as you could and tilted your head back, where while you still gripped onto their shafts, pulled their dicks, specifically the heads of their penises, closer to your mouth, although their penis heads were already quite close to your mouth.

You pulled their penis heads underneath your top row of teeth, where you proceeded to masturbate their shafts, pumping up and down their hard erections.

Your fingers rotated around their shafts when you jacked them off, your fingers could feel how wet their boners are thanks to being in your moist mouth, as well as some of their precum probably trickling down their shafts.

Their penis heads are pointing and aiming at your mouth, into your mouth.

Some of their precum did get into your mouth, but it is rather difficult.

You shut your eyes just in case they jizz on your face, when you get cum in your eyes, it hurts.

Shawn and Triple H saw you jacking their cocks off and pointing them into your mouth, they both smiled from ear to ear at this.

[rawiswhore]

Shawn Michaels, Triple H x Fem Reader- “Three’s Company”

December 1997, around the same time of that D Generation X strip poker moment.

The WWF's Attitude Era, which would be why we still have the WWE today and would save the WWF from going out of business and losing to WCW, is in its early stages (though some could argue and debate it's already started).

And Shawn Michaels and Triple H, who was once as a classy stuckup 1800's gentleman named Hunter Hearst Helmsley, have now formed a tagteam known as D Generation X.

Both Shawn and Triple H are so sexy, you're enamored with both of them, and became enamored with them both in 1996.

And y'know what that means: a threesome!

Though, you've had a few threesomes with them both, but not a threesome like this tonight.

You were in an empty room with the two of them, the 3 of you were all completely naked, as naked as the day you were all born and not a single stitch of clothes on any of your bodies.

The door was locked to keep from anyone entering the room (which you didn't want).

Trips was lying down on his back, his body was lying all across the couches seats.

You were sitting on his lap, your legs on opposite sides of his body like you were riding a horse.

Shawn was resting his forearms on the arm of the couch.

You were bouncing and riding up and down Triple H's cock, his hands were on opposite sides of your hips, holding your hips while you rode his shaft.

While that was all going on, your face was close to Shawn's face, one of your hands was behind his head, running your fingers through his long brown locks.

Your lips were attached to Shawn's lips, your mouth was open and so was his.

Your tongues were wrestling, fighting and clashing in each others mouths, tasting each others tongues, going up and down, twisting, tossing and turning.

While you were French kissing Shawn, Trips' head was reclined on the arm chair Shawn was resting his forearms are, your breast was right in front of Triple H's face.

Triple H opened his mouth and craned his head closer to your breast, where he wrapped his mouth around your nipple, your nipple now in his mouth.

With that, he then trailed his tongue all around your breast in a circle, making your nipple feel so good.

Your nipples were very sensitive, even more sensitive than your clitoris, and you loved Triple H doing this to you.

With the other breast left all alone, Shawn opened his eyes, noticing one of your breasts left all alone while the other breast, or rather, nipple, inside of Triple H's mouth.

Shawn had an idea.

When will Triple H cum? And when will you cum?

No, that wasn't Shawn's idea, but an observation from you.

Shawn then pulled his head away from you, breaking the kiss in between the two of you, the two of yours lips departing made a loud lipsmacking noise.

You then opened your eyes when Shawn pulled away from you.

Why'd he break the kiss? you thought.

"Why'd you stop kissing me?" you asked.

"I wanna do this to you" Shawn replied.

"What?" you asked.

You can't believe you're asking a question while someone's thrusting in and out of you.

Shawn then craned his head further into your breast Trips was running a circle around with his index finger, patting and swatting Trips' hand away.

"What are you doing?" Triple H asked Shawn.

"What you're doing to her that doesn't involve my cock in her pussy" Shawn replied loudly. "I'm shouting so you can hear over the thrusting and moaning".

Shawn then craned his head close to your breast that wasn't in Triple H's mouth.

He opened his mouth and wrapped his mouth around your nipple and began sucking it, which would end up becoming DX's catchphrase (yes, I know it's "suck it", not "sucking it").

Like Triple H, the tip of Shawn's tongue ran around your areola in a circle over and over again.

You had two men sucking and licking your breasts, licking your areolas.

Two very sexy men, who just so happened to be pro-wrestlers.

With Shawn's mouth no longer attached to yours, now you could moan loudly and not have it inside of Shawn's mouth.

"Yessssssss, yeaaaaaaah!" you moaned, moaning like Meg Ryan in that iconic restaurant scene in "When Harry Met Sally "Fuck me harder! Hard and deep!".

The friction Trips was causing when he vigorously thrusted in and out of you, although, not so much that his cock would end up entering and breaking your uterus.

Your skin was feeling so hot and warm, so was his, for that matter.

Your eyes were clenched shut, your mouth was slightly downturned while Trips was fucking you hard.

Trips then suddenly gripped his hands and fingers hard in your hips, his eyes shut tightly and his mouth in a hard grimace, like he stubbed his toe.

His cock burst a load of cum inside your cunt, his sperm was now entering your uterus, about to impregnate you...NOT!

Why?

You took a birth control pill to prevent you from getting pregnant.

Hopefully you won't get pregnant.

You felt Triple H's hands gripping tightly on your hips.

It hurt a bit, leaving behind pink colored finger prints on your hips.

His cock was still inside your pussy though, albeit not thrusting in and out of you, and, opening your eyes, you noticed his chest heaving up and down, he was breathing heavily like he was finished running a marathon.

He came inside me, and you felt his cum burst inside you.

You hadn't cum yet, drat.

Maybe you'll cum when Shawn's dick is in your cunt.

When you're in a threesome, and someone has came inside you, that means it's time to switch.

You then moved your hand to Shawn's chest, where you patted his chest a few times with your hand.

Shawn's eyes burst open, looking up at you.

"What?" he asked.

"Trips' came in me" you said. "And when a man cums in me and we're having a threesome, that means it's time to switch".

"I just sucked and licked your tit!" Shawn exclaimed, sounding frustrated.

He was just sucking and licking your tit and enjoying it, but now it's time to switch?

"You can suck my tit when you're fucking me, like Triple H was!" you fired back.

You didn't try to sound angry when you replied back to Shawn.

You then raised your body off of Trips' cock, his dick was wet and slippery from being inside your wet, creamy, salty pussy, until his cock was no longer in your pussy.

When you got off of him, he got up off the couch and Shawn laid himself on his back across the couch's two seats, laying like Triple H was.

Y'know, Shawn could've jerked off while he was making out with you and pleasuring your nipple, but he doesn't want to cum before his dick is inside your cunt.

Triple H then took a few steps to where Shawn was originally positioned; by the arm of the couch.

"Y'want to make out with me like Shawn was making out with you?" Triple H asked you.

Oh boy, that's a hard decision.

"Trips" you said to him. "I would love to make out with you while riding Shawn's dick, but I want to suck your cock, clean your cock off, since it's all covered in cum, but I'm afraid when I first suck your cock and make out with you after, you'll taste my cum flavored breath!"

"You could suck my dick after we make out!" Triple H snapped.

"Touché" you responded.

Shawn's dick was standing completely still and erect, waiting for you to ride it and he's probably getting impatient from listen to you and Triple H argue.

"Sorry, Shawn" you said, looking at him. "Now, where were we?"

You then hopped on Shawn's lap like you were riding a horse, positioned like you were positioned on Triple H's lap previously, and lowered your body down, until you sunk your pussy down in Shawn's cock.

You felt Shawn's hard cock entering and pushing through pussy hole, your pussy was as hot as he was (hehehehe).

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, followed by your eyelids covering the whites in your eyes, your head tilted and arched back and a moan escaped from your agape mouth

The same process happened with Shawn, where his eyes rolled in the back of his head, his eyelids shut the whites in his eyes, and he tilted his head back.

He placed his hands on your hips, holding your hips while you were about to ride him.

Once you reached the bottom of his shaft, you began bouncing up and down his cock like you were riding one of those bouncy balls from your childhood.

Shawn gripped his hands tightly on your hips like a pair of early 2000's hip hugger jeans, holding you, trying to make sure.

His thumb pad pressed hard in your flesh, his fingers were sinking deeply in your skin behind your back hips.

"Ohhhhhhhh, Shawn!!!" you moaned and cried. "Yesssss, Daddy! Fuck me harder, Daddy!"

With you bouncing up and down Shawn's cock, Trips didn't even know if you should be making out with him or sucking his cock since you were busy being fucked by Shawn.

Ah well.

Triple H then craned his face closer to your face, his eyelids shutting while he pulled his face closer to yours, and his mouth attached to your lips like a magnet on a refrigerator, fitting atop of your mouth.

You noticed and felt Trips' lips on your lips, where your eyes burst open.

It was Triple H kissing you, but of course it was.

When you saw your lips on Trips' mouth, you closed your eyes and pulled Trips in for a kiss, putting your hand behind his head and pulling him closer to your face.

With his face right in front of yours and your hand behind his head, while you were kissing his lips, your lips and his attaching and breaking apart over and over again, you ran your fingers through his long, gold tresses, like your hand was a comb or a hairbrush.

He has such slick, beautiful, Pantene-esque hair.

You ran and combed your fingers through his long blond locks over and over again, like your fingers were a literal comb or hairbrush.

And speaking of over and over again, your lips and his lips made these lip smacking sounds every time they parted apart, only to be joined again.

While your lips were attached to his, you crept your tongue into his mouth, trying to titillate his tongue and even wrestle (ba-dum-tsssh) with his tongue.

Trips noticed and felt your tongue in his mouth, and he returned the favor.

You wanna wrestle my tongue? You're gonna.

His tongue snuck in your mouth, trying to wrestle with your tongue.

The two of yours tongues were twisting and turning in each others mouths, feeling each others tongues inside each other.

You were still letting some moans out, releasing them out of your mouth into Trips' mouth, while Shawn was still fucking you, and while you were trying to French kiss Triple H.

And speaking of Shawn, he lifted his head  up to your nipple, where he wrapped his mouth around your nipple and began sucking it.

Like he did with your nipple he was sucking previously while leaning on the arm part of the couch, he ran the tip of his tongue around in a circle around your areola over and over again.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh" you moaned and whimpered in Trips' mouth.

Your nipples were very sensitive, very sensitive.

And Shawn knew your nips were sensitive.

With your other breast not in Triple H's mouth, Shawn then caressed his hand up your body, both directing his hand to your breast and trying to make you feel good.

Shawn caressing your skin was enough to make you cum, but you hadn't cum yet.

When his hand finally reached your breast, using the tips of his fingers, he tweaked and caressed your nipples, tweaking one of your nipples like a radio dial with your nipple in between his index finger and thumb.

You moaned, cried and whimpered in Trips' mouth, your voice inside Triple H's mouth.

Trips then brushed his lips down your chin, all the way down to your neck, even though you were bouncing up and down Shawn's cock.

You opened your eyes when you noticed Triple H's lips weren't on yours.

But who cares? Things need to change.

His lips sent tingles throughout your body, the hair on your arms standing up and erect.

Hey Shawn Michaels, who sends chills up and down women's spines now?

Though, Shawn is sending chills up and down your spine, and was when he was sucking your tit and kissing you, he's sent chills up and down your spine many times before.

Triple H brushed his lips down to your breast that Shawn was tweaking your nipple, where Trips' moved Shawn's hand off of your breast.

Shawn's eyelids burst open when noticed his hand being shooed.

"What are you doing?" Shawn shouted, doing this so Trips can hear.

"I'm gonna suck her tit, that's what!" Triple H quipped.

Shawn shrugged his shoulders. Makes sense, Shawn thought.

Triple H craned his head close to your nipple, where he wrapped his mouth around your nipple and started sucking it.

Like Shawn, Trips took the tip of his tongue and ran the tip of his tongue around in a circle over and over again on your areola.

He also, using his tongue, was forming and drawing letters of the alphabet on your areola, dragging his tongue across your areola and all over it.

Oy, all of this nipple stimulation is enough to make you cum, will it, eventually?

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!" you moaned, your face clenched and scrunched up, your eyes shut tight.

Your cunt eventually came, your clitoris beating like a heartbeat, white salty cum was now drenching the top of Shawn's cock.

And speaking of cum, Trips remembered his cock, and how it hadn't been sucked yet, yet it's all sticky and covered in cum.

He then pulled his head away from your breast, your nipple leaving his mouth.

Your eyes opened, him moving away from your breast startled you.

You looked down and noticed him pulling away from your breast.

He held his penis, sticky and covered in cum, but hopefully not dried up yet,

He remembered, you thought. You still remembered you needed to suck Trips' dick.

You then pulled your face closer to Triple H's genitals, where you opened your mouth and wrapped your mouth around his cock, where you bobbed your head up and down his shaft.

Your mouth collected and swallowed the salty cum off of his dick, the cum on his cock a mixture of your slippery pussy juices and his own cum.

Your tongue snaked around his shaft, collecting the cum in your mouth, you gulped it down.

And speaking of cum, when will Shawn Michaels cum?

Trips loved you giving a blowjob to him, he could nearly roll his eyes in the back of his head and tilt his head back.

His chest was heaving up and down and his heart was beating fast.

Suddenly, Shawn gripped his hands, or better yet, his fingers, deep into the flesh of your ass, his face clenched tight like he stubbed his toe.

His cock burst a huge load of salty white cum inside your already frothy, wet cunt.

You felt his fingers dipping and gripping deeply in your skin, it hurt a bit, but with Shawn's facial expression, and what you felt inside your pussy, that means he came in your cunt.

Even though Shawn came in your pussy and that meant it was all over, for now anyway, you still had to clean up Triple H's dick.

Shawn opened his eyes, his chest heaving up and down like he was finished after a wrestling match.

And his dick was still inside your pussy.

You then leaned your face even closer into Triple H's genitals, so much, that Shawn's dick was leaving out of your cunt, your pussy dripping white cum, and his cock totally smothered in cum.

Guess you need to suck Shawn's cock eventually too.

You opened your eyes and pulled your face away from Triple H's dick to see if there was still any cum on his cock.

Nope. Thank goodness!

The 3 of you were all exhausted from all that fucking, although, either you'll need to suck and clean off Shawn's cock and maybe one of them (if not BOTH) will have to eat out your pussy.

"Hey boys" you said, a naughty smile on your face.

"What?" they both said, one after the other.

"Y'know, they used to chant 'Shawn is gay' sometimes" you said.

And Triple H, next year, would say "I'm many things that are bi, but lingual isn't one of them!".

"Yeah?" Shawn said.

"Y'know" you said "I was thinking maybe you could take turns fucking me while the two of you take turns fucking each other up the ass".

"What?!?!" Triple H asked, a confused, shocked look on his face.

"I mean" you explained "Like, when one of you is fucking me, the other could be fucking the man in the ass. Like, Shawn fucks my pussy, while behind Shawn, Trips is fucking Shawn's butt, and then vice versa".

Both Shawn and Triple H burst into laughter.

"Are you high?" Triple H asked. "Drunk?"

"No!" you exclaimed, "It was just a thought! Although, it doesn't have to be now!".

Epilogue: The fem readers cleans Shawn's cock with her mouth, swallowing the jizz on his dick, whereas Shawn and Trips both take turns eating out the fem reader's pussy, cleaning her cum drenched cunt.

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I found out how years later, after Chyna was fired by the WWF, she did porn with X Pac.

Why did it have to be with X PAC of all people and not Shawn Michaels or Triple H?

Though, Trips did cheat on Chyna with Stephanie...