#shawn michaels x black reader

[aswho1estuff]

"Hello Mr. Michaels"

"Hello Mrs. Micheal"

"Behave yourself Shawn I'm your superior"

"Oh yes Ma'am"

"Don't get excited"

"Too late Ma'am"

[ughdoir]

꣑ৎ shawn michaels

˚⋅ birthday sex in a hotel what more could you ask for.

˚⋅ contains black female reader, lowercase intended, insertion, dirty talk, birthday sex, make up sex, rough at times, aftercare, unprotected sex (no glove no love), squirting, creaming, orgasm. minors don’t interact

shawn’s adamant about not wanting anything for his birthday the older man not fond of aging as his position in the wwf was unknown. with new talent emerging and titles changing hands the thought of being replaced was daunting.

he settled into the hotel room alone without the presence of his girlfriend. hot water from the shower cleansing him of the sins he partook in with hunter earlier. the men sharing everything together and coincidentally a birthday five days apart.

getting caught up in the limelight that provided much more than this evenings house show. alcohol would’ve been his speciality but tonight was different opting to be sober as his mind couldn’t stop racing.

the girlfriend in question hasn’t responded to him all day a bit annoyed of the decision to spend a birthday in sin city knowing that women were practically hanging their panties from the turn buckles for the degenerates.

shawn understood why he was in the dog house so he didn’t bother to call again. a year of dating that wasn’t short of heated arguments and headaches. so instead he’s sipping from a wine glass rewatching the god father with a box of cheese pizza positioned on the counter.

midnight approaching as a soft knock on the door breaks his focus thinking it was the movie before he hears another thud his eyebrows raise in confusion. from the peephole he recognizes you cautiously opening the door.

a genuine smile gracing his features as you’re holding a chocolate cake decorated with chocolate frosting a tub of his favorite french vanilla ice cream at your feet.

his eyes scan your appearance high waisted denim jeans with a white crop top. silver hoops matching a butterfly necklace the hint of makeup subtle with nude glossy lips.

your hair shoulder length and slightly curled at the end small flower clips securing it from falling into your face.

“happy birthday baby.” your voice soft the smile unmistaken as your boyfriend takes the cake from you fingers joining together in the process.

he’s ushering you inside eyes inadvertently lingering on the curve of your ass. grabbing a fork to dig into the chocolate he’s chewing slowly ensuring to place the ice cream in the freezer.

you note the tidiness of the hotel room a stark contrast to his on screen personality. “a year of dating and i never would’ve took you for a baker.” he’s forking another piece the chocolate melting in his mouth with a hum. light blue eyes warm with affectionate at your gesture.

“you’ve never asked.” your response a little snarky settling on the couch as shawn is all to familiar with your attitude.

over the next few hours you’ve decided to forgive shawn considering the stress at work and fact that he hasn’t stepped out of the relationship.

you both became immersed in a conversation of wrestling asking the superstar himself about his everyday experience within the wwf. you met outside of the company wrestling not being your favorite pastime but you were smitten the day you saw him.

one conversation leading to more, not bothered by your younger age of twenty three as you kept his head on straight. the man patient allowing you to question everything, being open with his responses and pleased with how much you’ve learned about his craft. feeling as if another year around the sun with you was worth it.

he’s comfortable reclining further as a scent of tangerines and vanilla entices him to pull you closer placing one arm behind your head. small kisses placed to your temple as the atmosphere shifts shawn knowing how to make a particular pulse grow between your legs.

“never knew a younger women could be so sophisticated.” his breath is fanning your face. you’re so timid it makes him want to claim you. cute not enough to summarize how adorable you are.

“then maybe you don’t know a lot about younger women.” the rebuttal slipping out casually as shawn smirks his eyes turning a shade darker.

“is that so? perhaps you can enlighten me.” your breath hitches as he kisses you, the older man taking the lead as his tongue wrestles yours. a connecting trail of spit as you separate leaving you sticky.

“i never said you were forgiven.” the man shakes his head laughing with a tsk his hand coming to guide you towards the bed. round ass sinking into the plush as he stands in front of you staring down at your frame.

“arms up.” he’s stern you obeying as he’s discarding your shirt across the room tits on display as he toys with your nipples pulling slightly. mouth then coming to latch on the sensitive bud sucking harshly as his fingers find your pussy.

your thong adding for separation as he taps your clit embarrassed with how turned on you are. “i’m sorry babe.” you can barely focus on his apologies as he’s rubbing your clit jeans and underwear feeling a bit tighter as he’s purposely teasing you.

shawn somehow always having to be in control and on his birthday was no exception. he’s pulling away turning you around and propping your ass up on the edge of the bed. peeling your jeans and thong down to your ankles.

he locks eyes on your glistening folds tongue lapping at your clit as he eats you from behind arms holding you in place as he slurps. you’re squirming around eyes rolling back as he’s hungry for you tongue going as deep as it could.

“fuck, no running princess.” shawn’s vocal his own pretty moans slipping out as he’s flicking your clit the cream coating his mouth as he pushes his face deeper the sweetness simply delicious.

“shawn” is all you can moan pleading as you can feel your abdomen clenching helplessly grinding on his face. his blond hair in disarray as he’s humming the sensations have you shaking reduced to a cumming mess.

“fucking brat.” the words make you whimper as he’s lining his dick up with your entrance tip slick as he’s collecting the juices a chuckle erupting from him.

“think you can take it?” he taunts not waiting for protest while pushing his dick inside of you with a groan. the warmth and tightness inviting as you hissed still not fully able to adjust to his well endowed length.

your head is pushed into the mattress back arching deeper as your cunt made several sounds his dick throbbing inside of you and hitting a spot that makes you babble.

his actions rough with a hint of being gentle ensuring to place kisses on your back everytime he swatted your ass.

you’re drunk from his dick mouth agape as your drooling gripping the bed sheets while small tears of pleasure form being so full is heavenly indeed. “my precious girl you’re getting so good at this.” shawn is praising you the way you’re taking him so well driving him crazy.

liquid spilling from your pussy as your squirting the juices staining the sheets underneath you both whimpering as you’ve never came so hard before. feeling him deep in your stomach as shawn’s eager hips slamming as the birthday boy chased his own high.

his cock stiffens pulling out of you as ropes of cum lands on your thong and jeans, some dripping on your brown skin literally marking his territory. he’s still hard though eyes still feasting on your body as round two looms in the air.

“i’m not done with you yet it’s still my birthday.” the statement has you on your back legs spread open as he’s smiling ready to destroy you.

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

• Trick Williams x Reader

Summary: Shawn Michaels puts you into a trio with Carmelo Hayes and Trick Williams. What happens when Trick gets a title shot with you at ringside?

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Leaning against the wall playing on my phone, I hear footsteps coming near me.

"Y/N! Just who I am looking for!"

I look up and see Shawn Michaels standing infront of me.

"What's up Shawn?"

"I need you to go take champ pictures with Melo. I think the fans will love it!"

"Whatever you say bossman!"

We both laugh and I look down at my NXT women's championship around my waist. I put my phone in my pocket and walk over to where they have the pictures set up. I am wearing a black and blue bralette that says "Y/N" on the front (kinda like Indi's), black and blue leather booty shorts, one black and one blue kickpads and black wrestling boots. I see Melo posing and taking pictures so, I stand next to the camera guy watching him. Carmelo has been one of my very few friends I have made since coming to NXT.

"Y/N! What brings you over here?"

"Shawn said I had to come over here and take some champ pictures with ya."

"Oh shit. Get your ass over here!"

He grabs my hand and pulls me to where we have to stand. We take a few pictures together. He grabs my arm and looks at me.

"Y/N. Wear this for the pictures."

He hands me a "Melo don't miss" shirt. I roll my eyes, take it from him and put it on.

"See?! Much better!"

We stand shoulder to shoulder, hold our belts up with our one arm and keep a straight face. Than I smile and look over at him. I put my title back around my waist.

"Well that was fun Melo. Thanks for the shirt."

I giggle and walk off to my locker room not noticing Trick Williams watching us from behind the camera.

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Sitting in my locker room scrolling through my phone at all the pictures of me and Melo on Twitter, I laugh at all the comments about us dating and how there is apparently chemistry between us. I hear a knock on my door and get up going to the door. I open it and there is standing Shawn and Melo.

"Hey guys. What's up?"

"Y/N. Melo had this amazing idea where you, him and Trick Williams will be a trio in NXT."

I look at Melo than back at Shawn.

"I actually kinda like this idea. We are all pretty similar in wrestling styles. Yeah I will do it! But one thing."

Shawn and Melo look at me confused.

"Trick will need to win a title."

"She's right Shawn. Me and Y/N are champs. Trick needs to fight for a title next."

"Alright you two. I will go and figure out something for Trick. By the way, let me know if you see him so I can tell him about this."

Shawn shakes our hands and walks away. I look at Melo.

"Wanna go find Trick ourselves and tell him the good news?"

"Yeah sure. Let's go!"

We walk around the hallways looking for him until we eventually hit catering and he is sitting there talking to Fallon Henley and Brooks Jenson. We walk over to him. Melo sits down next to him and smacks his arm. I stand behind Melo putting my hands on the back of his chair leaning a little.

"Hey its Melo and Y/N. What's good you two?"

"So I've.... we've got some good news for ya. Shawn is making me, you and Y/N a trio group."

"And he is also figuring out to get you a title belt as well."

Trick looks up at me and smiles. I smile and look down.

"You two really did this for me?"

"Of course dude. We got your back."

"Oh my God. Y/N and Melo. You two are so cute. Thinking you can win this guy a title is hilarious."

Dom and Rhea walk into catering with a camera following them. This must be Shawn's idea how to get Trick a belt. Dom comes out and slightly pushes Trick into the table. I step between Trick and Dom and get in Doms face. Rhea pushes Dom back and gets in my face.

"Watch it Rookie. You don't know who or what you are dealing with."

"And you obviously haven't been here in quite awhile to know who I am or what I am capable of."

She laughs and whispers in Doms ear. Trick is standing behind me with his hand on my shoulder. Rhea gets in my face again.

"We challenge you and your boy to a mixed tag team match tonight. And if you and your boy win, he gets a chance at Dom Doms title."

"We accept."

Rhea laughs and pushes Dom out of catering. I turn around and look up at Trick.

"We got this."

"Yes we do. Let's go get ready."

We leave catering and go to our locker rooms to get ready.

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I walk into gorilla wearing the same wrestling gear I had in the pictures and my championship around my waist. Trick is standing watching the TV with his back to me. I walk up next to him and put my hand on his back to let him know I'm there. He turns and looks down at me.

"Hey Y/N. You ready for this match?"

"I'm ready. Are you?"

"If we win.... excuse me... when we win, I hope it gets me a title shot at No Mercy."

I rub my fingers lightly on his back looking up at him smiling.

"I think you definitely will."

His music hits and we walk out of the curtains together not noticing that Rhea and Dom were taking pictures of us.

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"Y/N. Trick. You two are so adorable. We saw your little touchy feely backstage."

Rhea and Dom come out not dressed to wrestle. I grab a mic from the camera guy outside the ring.

"What are you talking about Rhea? Aren't you two supposed to be dressed to wrestle us tonight?"

Rhea and Dom start laughing at us and pointing to the screen. The crowd gasps seeing the picture of me and Trick backstage. I roll my eyes and look at Trick. He gets hit in the back with a metal chair and I jump back seeing Damian Priest and Finn Balor. They start beating him up and I try to get them off but Rhea grabs my hair and knees me in the back. I drop to my knees and she pushes me onto my stomach. She puts her knee on my back and pulls my hair making me watch the rest of The Judgement Day beating up Trick. They put a chair around his leg and smack it with another chair. He screams and grabs his leg. Rhea comes next to me and starts laughing.

"You will pay for this Rhea."

"Will I Y/N?"

She slams my face down on the mat and they all leave the ring. I start feeling a burning sensation in my nose. I push myself up with my arms and crawl over to Trick.

"T? You okay?"

I put my hand on his side looking down at him. He looks up at me holding his leg.

"Y/N. Your nose is bleeding."

He sits up with his hand on my face. I shake my head looking at him.

"I don't care. Are you okay?"

"I'll be okay."

I help him stand up and climb out of the ring. I put his arm around my neck and help him to the back to the trainers room.

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                     *in the trainers room*

I am standing next to him while the doctor is feeling his leg. I have a hand on his upper back trying to be comforting and watching the doctor. Trick looks over at me. The doctor pats his knee and looks at us.

"Ummm Trick. You just need to rest your leg but you should be good to go in a few days."

"Thank you doctor."

The doctor leaves the room and I am looking down at his leg. We hear a knock on the door than it opens. Shawn comes into the room and smiles.

"Trick. Y/N. Just who I was looking for. Trick. You got yourself a title match against Dominick Mysterio for the North American Championship at NXT No Mercy!"

"Oh thank you so much Shawn! This means a lot to me!"

Trick looks at me than back at Shawn.

"Y/N can be ringside right? Just incase Rhea decides to do anything."

"Of course she can! Better get ready. No Mercy is this Saturday!"

Shawn leaves the room and Trick turns to me. I smile really big looking up at him. He pulls me into a big hug. I hug him back giggling at how tight he is hugging me.

"Y/N.... there is something I really want to do right now."

"What's that T?"

"Ummmm.... find Melo and tell him what's happening!"

"Oh okay! Yeah let's go find him."

We walk out of the trainers room to go find Melo.

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                     *at NXT No Mercy*

It is getting close to Trick's match against Dom. Me, Melo and Trick are standing in gorilla getting prepared. I am wearing a black bralette, and new custom black and blue shorts that say "Whoop That Trick" on the booty. I have a hoodie wrapped around my waist because it is a surprise.

"T? Y/N? Imma stay back here and get ready for my match. You two have a good time out there."

Melo winks at Trick and I look at both of them confused. Trick's music hits and we walk out of the curtains. I turn my back to the crowd and slowly untie my hoodie.

"Hey T! I got a surprise for ya!"

"Oh yeah! What's that?"

I fling the hoodie to the side and shake my ass a little for the crowd. Trick leans forward and reads my shorts.

"No way!"

He grabs his chest and moans a little. I look over at him and giggle.

"That is the best surprise I have ever gotten."

We walk down to the ring and finish our entrance. Rhea and Dom make their way down to the ring. Trick is standing in the corner and I am on the outside lightly rubbing his shoulders.

"You got this T!"

I pat his shoulders and climb down to the outside. The bell ring and the match begins.

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It is getting towards the end of the match and Dom is sitting in the corner getting stomped by Trick. Dom grabs his foot and makes him fall onto his back. Dom rolls him up putting his feet on the rope and Rhea holding his feet. I jump up on the stairs than run across the apron and knee Rhea right in the face. Dom jumps up and grabs my arm.

"How could you do that to Mami?!"

I push Dom off of me and Trick rolls him up getting the win. I climb into the ring and jump into Trick's arms. He holds me around my waist.

"You did it!"

"With your help! And in front of my mom!"

He points over to his mom jumping and clapping at ringside.

"In front of your mom?"

I gasp looking over at her and get off of him. The ref hands him his title. He looks over at me.

"I'm also gonna do this in front of mom and the world."

I look at him confused. He grabs my waist, pulls me into him and kisses me. I gasp than wrap my arms around his neck kissing him back. The crowd is cheering and screaming for us. He pulls back looking at me with a big smile on his face.

"I have been waiting to do that for a long time."

I giggle looking up at him still having my arms around his neck.

"Well to be honest, it took ya long enough."

He smiles, lets me go than rolls out of the ring and over to his mom. I jump out of the ring and walk over to them. He hugs his mom and the lights kinda go dark. He grabs my hand, says goodbye to his mom than we walk to the back. We go to his locker room where Melo is waiting for us outside the door.

"Trick! Finally got those feelings out huh?"

I giggle and look up at Trick holding his arm. He smiles looking at Melo.

"Finally!"

Melo smiles and pats Trick's shoulder walking around us leaving. Trick looks down at me. I have my head against his arm holding onto his bicep.

"Hey Y/N?"

"Yes?"

I look up at him smiling. He puts his hand on my cheek looking at me.

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes! Yes!"

He grabs my face and kisses me hard. I wrap my arms around his neck kissing him back. We hear someone clear their throat behind us. We stop kissing seeing his mom standing behind us with her arms crossed. I giggle and blush really bad. Trick hugs his mom and starts crying. We celebrate with her and hang out in his locker room. Trick takes a selfie with me and his mom. His mom leaves and we say our goodbyes to her.

"I can't believe I won this championship in front of my mom and got the perfect girlfriend all in one day!"

I giggle and put my hands on his chest. He looks down at me and smirks.

"Wanna go home and "celebrate" our new relationship plus me winning this title?"

I bite my lip looking up at him. He smirks and puts a hand on my cheek.

"I will take that as a yes!"

He picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, grabs our belongings and heads out to his car. He sets me down and opens the door for me.

"What a gentleman."

I get into his car and he races around to the other side getting in the driver's seat. We head off to his place for a night to remember.....

The End

[magnoliacharmed]

Bubbly

(not my gif!)

Shawn Michaels x Fem!Reader one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Word count: 964

Tags: Romantic gestures, champagne, the heart shaped hot tub!, Loverboy Shawn

Summary:

Prompt: Bubbly | A romantic night with you and Shawn.

Author’s note: Prompt from @fluffyfebruary​! I’ll be posting various stories using their prompts throughout the month.

Shawn sure enjoyed playing up that loverboy persona of his.

You were awoken that morning with a loud knock on your door. Rushing down the steps to see what the problem was, you flung open the door to be greeted by a gigantic bouquet of blood red roses. Your eyes widened at the delivery boy who struggled under the weight of the beautiful flowers. The note was printed on hefty cardstock with gold foil surrounding the edges. Shawn certainly was sparing no expense on this night of romance.

There won't be any heartbreak at the hotel tonight.

-S

You rolled your eyes playfully at the card. The rest of your day was a blur as you tried to keep focus on the errands around the house. Shawn had decided to call you a couple of times while you took care of your chores in an attempt to distract you. You fell for it after the second call, leaning against the wall to hear his smooth voice tell you how much he missed you. A fuzziness built at the way he called you honey, the word just skirting the edge of lewdness. After the call ended you ignored the constant ringing that followed it up. Shawn loved to play his little games with you.

As the night approached you, butterflies fluttered in your stomach. A car would be coming to drop you off at a hotel on the outskirts of town. You were completely awash in Shawn's all encompassing feelings of passionate love for you, and you for him. Memories of past rendezvous left you in an intoxicating daze while you applied your makeup and chose your outfit. When you heard the car horn beep outside, you looked down at the dress you wore in confusion. In your zoned out state you didn't even realize what you grabbed out of your closet! It was sexier than you were going for, but as you left the house you figured it fit the mood of the night better than whatever your original plan would be.

Your nerves were completely bunched up at the sight of the hotel coming closer and closer. The building was relatively inconspicuous, causing you to become more alert. Shawn never did anything on the small scale and this place felt absolutely miniscule. It was tucked away amongst the beginnings of a forest that seemed to go on for miles. Shawn met you at the door of the lobby dressed in all black, his blond hair waving down his shoulders in contrast. You couldn't help but to run into his arms and squeal at seeing him again. It just wasn't the same seeing him on TV bouncing around into the ring like an overgrown golden retriever puppy. Your friends were getting sick of the way you grabbed them in excitement every time Shawn won a match. He called you like clockwork after each show no matter how it ended. When he won you showered him with compliments, and when he lost you babied him beyond all belief. Sometimes you swore you could hear him pouting over the phone, his bottom lip poking out just the slightest. Now that you were back in his arms, he squeezed you as tight as he could without hurting you.

"Miss me, honey?"

You nodded against his chest as he rested his hand against the back of your neck. "You know I did."

He hummed and began to move his hand up and down your back lovingly. With a deep breath he led you to the shiny gold doors of the elevator. The exterior of the building was very misleading to what was on offer on the inside. The gold and marble patterns covered every free inch of space to the point of making your eyes hurt. Shawn's hands roamed all over your body in the short time it took the elevator to reach the top floor of the hotel. You melted under his restrained touch. The flowers were gorgeous and the hotel was campy fun, but you would've been happy in a rundown old house as long as you were spending time with Shawn.

Entering your room, your smile spread so wide across your face that your lips started to hurt.

Hearts, hearts, hearts…

Everywhere!

The vanity mirror, the bed, even the large window facing out into the trees was heart shaped. The real pièce de résistance of the suite was the huge, candy red heart bathtub in the center. Two glasses of champagne bubbled away by the edge of the tub as Shawn reached down to make sure the water was still warm. He seemed especially proud of the massive amount of bubbly foam that filled the heart. Shawn scooped up some of the bubbles and blew them out at you playfully. His clothes flew off of him with a grace that took quite a bit of control. You could see the effort he exerted painted plainly across his face and your heart floated. Even in his excitement he still wanted to look as sexy as possible for you.

Your own clothes fell beside you slowly. You took even longer to actually get in the tub for Shawn's benefit. There was something about the look in his eyes that made you feel like you were on top of the world. His soapy hand held onto the other champagne glass carefully to hand it over to you. You took a sip of it and floated over to him to plant a kiss on his lips that felt exceptionally chaste  in contrast to the lovey dovey theming surrounding you.

"I hope there's more of that coming." Your golden retriever of a man winked a blue eye at you, the charm incapable of being turned off.

"That and more, sweetheart."

[judgementdaysunshine]

Four twenty

Pairing: Aleister Black x Fem reader

Description: You smoke a little and have an edible before having a match leading Aleister to take care of you

Aleister knew when he saw you in the ring during your match that you definitely smoked a little bit but what he didn't know was that you had a thirty five milligram edible right after. Rhea knew by the way you were lightly swaying even standing still that you weren't normal but she thought that you were sick or exhausted not high out of your mind due to it being National Weed Day, despite your very inebriated state you get the win against rhea leading to you giggling as you laid in the ring "You okay? You're flushed" you giggle more as aleister comes and helps you backstage where he immediately realizes that you were more high than he realized as you sway on the couch of his locker room after splashing water on your face, he grabs you water and food from catering only to find you sitting next to Bianca who is unable to control her laughter at your current condition of being very high off your ass thanks to the extra kick from the edible. He stands outside the bathroom while you shower after drinking all of the water and ate some of the food he brought you, surprisingly no one had come by to ask you about why aleister came out to help you backstage until Shawn Michaels stopped by as you laid on the couch watching Pete Dunne's match against Raul Mendoza "How much weed did you smoke?" you look up at shawn and show him half the joint you smoked but aleister knew you must have had something until he finds the empty baggie "Did you have an edible?" you nod as shawn and aleister look at each other before mumbling how much it was which left the two men stunned as you fell asleep "Take care of her and we'll edit a few things, she's just gonna have a week without matches" you wake up two hours later in your hotel room with aleister "Hey you're awake, how did you sleep? I know you said edibles help you sleep better" he kisses your forehead before you eat room service and watch movies together as aleister realizes what the date for the day was "IT WAS FOUR TWENTY AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME!?" you laugh before smoking a joint outside in his car and falling asleep spending the next week ringside before getting back in the ring and starting your feud with Tegan Nox.

[littlegalaxychild]

Yandere American Badass

Alright, this is a continuation of The Undertaker x Reader

So, when Undertaker became American Badass, your name changed too

You aren’t Persephone anymore, you are now Angel

A trophy Housewife to a biker gang leader

MATCHING BANDANAS!!!

When Taker rides out for his matches, you are sitting behind him holding on to his waist

You are his valet now, no more wrestling for you

Mainly because you are a mom now

Which means if Triple H and Stephanie Darling or Shawn Michaels darling can’t take care of your baby while you are valeting then you will take your baby with you which caused the infamous breastfeeding accident

But other than that one accident, you and the baby when Taker is not wrestling are always near him

When he is cutting promos you can bet that you will be standing (or sitting on his lap) near him so he can keep an eye on you

Taker loves it when you wear red or black lipstick since it matches his bandana also lipstick marks

During this time you will wear a biker jacket over a long white dress and occasionally a baby carrier

Also, you know that Sara tattoo Taker had, well instead of that imagine a halo with flowers wrapped around it in its place

When Taker was wearing a braid, you were the one who was braiding it.

When you were pregnant, the bump look huge on you

He is super possessive of you in this state because there is a lot of young talent coming in and flirting with you since your such a attractive milf

You get gifted a lot of chains like necklaces and earrings made of chains

Since Taker is judge, jury, and executioner of wrestlers court, you are the same for Darling court which is like wrestlers court except for the darlings

When you guys are home, you will be sitting at his feet with the dogs surrounding you and him holding a beer. Depending on if you take your punishment well, you get a small mat to sit on

Nsfw warning

This man is the ultimate dom

You have to call him daddy, sir, or master

YOU WILL GET SPANKED IF YOU DO NOT FOLLOW HIS ORDERS

This man has the biggest breeding kink like once you are cleared to have another baby, he will be putting another baby in you

This man also has a size kink mainly because he is so tall and you are so short

If you try to escape with your baby, then expect the worst spanking and fucking of your life

HE WILL COLLAR YOU

Y’all will live in a constant dom/sub dynamics

ROUGH SEX EVERYTIME!

It will be hard to walk around after very VERY rough sex

This man has the biggest housewife kink!

[rawiswhore]

Various Wrestlers, Actors x Fem Reader- "Sometimes A Fantasy"

You have many fantasies that can come true, but the problem is some of the men in these fantasies can't be with you because they don't look like how they used to and these men were in alternate wrestling companies where they weren't allowed to be in the wrestling company you're currently in.

One fantasy that you have is playing strip poker with Shawn Michaels in 1997, late 1997/early 1998 DX era Triple H/Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Rob Van Dam, Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage when he had long hair, Scott Hall from WCW, Chris Jericho when he had long hair and no facial hair, Nova from ECW (when he doesn't have black marker drawn on his face and blue face paint), Tommy Rogers from the Fantastics, Leif Cassidy when his hair looks good and doesn't have a handlebar moustache, Brian Pillman in 1996, Sam Houston during the 1990's (he's Jake "The Snake" Roberts' half brother), and maybe even Don Johnson from "Miami Vice" in the late 1980's (or early 1970's) and John Ritter during his "Three's Company" days when he'd have long hair.

Although, you're unsure whether or not if Tommy Rogers should look like how he did in his late 1990's ECW run or during his late 1980's Fantastics days.

There are other men---mostly wrestlers---you could invite to this strip poker game, like Raven from ECW and WCW, Jim Powers from WCW, Jerry Lynn during his late 1997/early 1998 ECW run, Billy Gunn in 1997, and Val Venis/Sean Morley, etc. before he cut his hair.

Maybe you can even have some older pro wrestlers from the past in this fantasy, like Rowdy Roddy Piper in the late 1980's and early 1990's when he had long hair (and in this fantasy, he looks like how he looked on his appearance on "The Super Mario Brothers Super Show"), Michael "P.S." Hayes in the early 80's before he grew facial hair, and Terry Taylor during the 1980's.

The possibilities are endless.

During this fantasy, you're dressed in some outfit standing near a table while these aforementioned wrestlers are circling around that table playing strip poker.

Shawn, Triple H, Christian Cage and just all about all of these listed men all have their long hair hanging down because they look so good with their hair down.  

I don't know how to play strip poker, I've never played it myself, but this strip poker fantasy involves you shedding out of your clothes, where those listed male wrestlers happily leer and stare at you as you undress, and underneath your outfit you reveal you're wearing one of those silky vintage teddies that's a mixture of a chemise and short shorts attached---similar to the teddies women on "Three's Company" wore---and then eventually you shed that teddy off of yourself until you're completely naked.

Of course some of those other male wrestlers take their clothes off during strip poker.

Your strip poker fantasy is similar to that infamous moment in the year 2000 where Test and Albert played strip poker with Trish Stratus and APA, where Trish removed her clothes until she was naked.

You'd actually rather wear a silky vintage teddy rather than just wear some outfit covering it in this fantasy.

You've played strip poker with many male professional wrestlers---Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Helmsley/Triple H, Jeff Hardy, Rob Van Dam, Brian Pillman, Tommy Rogers, Christian Cage, Sean Morley/Val Venis, Leif Cassidy, Chris Jericho, Scott Hall, etc.

In fact, you have fulfilled your dream of playing strip poker with some of these men, which includes you walking around this circle as these men play and removing your clothes until you're wearing a teddy and then taking your teddy off to reveal you're stark naked.

You even played strip poker in the ring with Shawn Michaels and Triple H on "Monday Night Raw" at the end of 1997.

But...when you played strip poker sometimes in 1997 with Shawn, Hunter, Rob, Jeff, Tommy, Brian, etc., Scott Hall wasn't there, Chris Jericho wasn't there, Nova from ECW wasn't there, Leif Cassidy wasn't there.

There also have been times you've played strip poker where you've held cards.

Should certain male wrestlers like Scott Hall be in this strip poker fantasy of yours?

He's definitely sexy.

If this fantasy was real, it would be a lot of people playing strip poker.

Speaking of men staring at you, one fantasy you have is you strutting to the ring in the WWF.

As you strut to the ring dressed in some sexy outfit--like Sunny's outfit she wore on "Monday Night Raw" at the beginning of 1997 when she arm wrestled Marlena---Shawn Michaels circa 1997, Hunter Hearst Helmsley or late 1997/early 1998 Triple H, Rob Van Dam, Jeff Hardy, Christian Cage when he had long hair, Scott Hall, Nova from ECW (likewise, when he doesn't have facial hair, black marker drawn on his face and even a blue diamond painted over one of his eyes), Chris Jericho with long hair and without facial hair, Leif Cassidy when his hair looks good and doesn't have a handlebar moustache, late 1980's Tommy Rogers (or late 1990's), Michael P.S. Hayes in the early 80's, Roddy Piper in the late 80's and early 90's when he had long hair (and his long hair actually looked good and he didn't have bangs), Jim Powers from WCW, and Terry Taylor in the 80's.

Each of those men all look good in this fantasy, Shawn, Triple H/Hunter, Christian Cage, etc. all letting their long hair hang down.

You've thought of adding more men, like Raven from ECW and WCW, ECW's Stevie Richards in 1996, and Jerry Lynn at the end of 1997 and beginning of 1998.

But are some of these wrestlers you aren't sure if they're handsome enough.

There aren't just male wrestlers in this audience, some other men in the audience include John Ritter during the late 1970's and early 1980's (when he doesn't have short hair), Don Johnson from "Miami Vice" in the late 1980's (and maybe the early 1970's), maybe 90's MTV VJ John Sencio, and Richard Tyson in the movie "3 O'Clock High".  

There's other men that could be added there, like some male porn stars like Biff Malibu, Jay Serling in the 80's (when his hair is long and he doesn't have facial hair) and Gerry Pike

Either way, these listed men are in the audience as you're strutting down to the ring, some of these men are even standing front row.

While you stroll down to the ring as your entrance music plays, blowing some of these men kisses and waving at them with one of your hands, these aforementioned men are holding their barenaked penises out of their pants and masturbating them, where these men are jerking off to you.

Many of these men are happily cheering for you and giving you those corny "wolf whistles" as they're called.

But you care more about them masturbating to you.

When you walk up the little stairs to the ring, you show yourself off as you're standing in the ring, basically practically acting like Sunny.

You're holding on to the top rope and leaning your head back while your eyes are gazing at these men masturbating to you.

Your inspiration for having these men masturbate to you came from reading about how the 1970's all female rock band the Runaways had hype that men were masturbating to them in the front row, as well as how men in the audience masturbated to female burlesque performers in the 1930's and 1940's.

You actually have acted out your fantasy by lining up Shawn, Hunter/Triple H, Jeff, Rob, Tommy, Christian Cage, Brian Pillman, Leif Cassidy, etc. in the front row as you strut down to the ring and flirt with these men watching front row as those aforementioned wrestlers cheer and masturbate to you.

But likewise, when you acted out this fantasy, there were men in the audience that weren't there, including some male actors.

Here's the last fantasy you have, which I hope you people won't find problematic.

One fantasy you have involves you dressed up in a school cheerleader uniform, and as you're wearing this uniform, you stroll to the boys' locker room and enter it.

Inside this locker room is Don Johnson during the 1970's when he had long hair (and doesn't have facial hair), Jeff Hardy in the late 1990's (although even in the year 2000 is good as well), Leif Cassidy in 1996 (when he doesn't have a handlebar moustache), Sam Houston during the 1990's, Chris Jericho when he doesn't have facial hair and long hair, Richard Tyson in "Three O'Clock High", Raven from ECW and WCW, Christian Cage with long hair, Nova from ECW (without the facial hair he had in the year 2000 and beard and glasses drawn with sharpie marker), and even wrestlers like Hunter Hearst Helmsley/late 1997 and early 1998 Triple H, Shawn Michaels in 1997, Brian Pillman in 1996, Rob Van Dam, and maybe even Scott Hall and Tommy Rogers during his late 1980's Fantastics days.

When you're inside this locker room, these aforementioned men are all standing and crowding in front of the lockers, and these men's eyes are all turned to you once you enter the room.

Their faces light up and they greet you as you enter the room.

You walk closer to them with a grin on your face, and you know how horny teenage boys can get.

While some of these men don't really look like teenagers in this fantasy, you're letting these men roleplay as teenage boys.

And some of them really do look like teenagers.

Because teen boys are so horny, you stand in front of these men where you hook your thumbs under your top, and you pull and raise your top up and expose your barenaked breasts to them, where these men all stare at and ravel at your bare chest.

Their eyes are hooked to your tits and won't look away.

Many of them are even cheering.

They wish they could have teen girls in the locker room, but that would drive their hormones wild.

Why do you think teen girls can't dress provocatively at school?

There are other outfits out there that you could wear to entice these men, like dressing as a naughty schoolgirl.

You have roleplayed this fantasy where you've invited male wrestlers like Hunter/Triple H, Shawn, Leif Cassidy (before he grew a handlebar moustache), Rob, Jeff Hardy, Raven, Christian Cage, Nova, etc. to a locker room where they stand in front of the lockers and you walk in dressed as a naughty schoolgirl or cheerleader while they roleplay as horny teen boys, where of course you raise your top up and flash them, and this fantasy ends with you having sex with these men in the showers.

But there were many men that weren't in this scenario because they were too young (the Young Bucks), they don't look like they used to look like (Don Johnson) and they were in other wrestling companies (Scott Hall).

You would have some current male wrestlers in these fantasies, like Adam Page, Dean Ambrose in the 2010's, Adam Cole in the early 2010's and the Young Bucks before they grew facial hair.

But these wrestlers were too young when these fantasies were set.

Adam Page, the Young Bucks and Dean Ambrose were underage young boys in the 1990's.

[legit9thlunaticwarrior]

Hey bestie!!! 👋

Can we please be blessed with a Wardlow Smut based on Chains by Nick Jonas?

Maybe MJF had mentioned how "whipped" he his by his girlfriend and he laughs "You have no idea."

a day before the contract signing events; bestie sent me this. im going off what we talked abt in dms and using the lyrics to the song as dialogue (not exactly a songfic) also double gif bc this is my page. this whole segment gonna keep yall wardhoes fed for a while, mama’s gotchu. i tried to do a soft!dom but that idea fell apart faster than a dollar store dinner tray. can we also talk bout the vein in his neck in the gif below? lordt

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‘Chains’ 18+ Wardlow (Michael) x fem!reader

^with their feud heating up, max decided to take assuming cheap shots at michael and reader’s sex life^

- CW: restraints (handcuffs), honorifics (sir) *ooh cheeky switch up*, dom/sub dynamics, hella subspace, mild slapping, degradation/praise, squirting, use of flogger (on body and coochie; taking things literal, aint we donna?), return of ‘puppy’, the fucking word for “good tears” (help me out what is it), sweet af aftercare - shawn spears (ronnie), max being a cunt - recycling the title of ‘the vixen’, this series isnt really timelined, just reusing things; also im takin matters into my own hands  - thanks to @unusual-tomorrxw for assistance 

3rd Person POV:

Another week, more bullshit from Max. Him and Y/N were once close, some would call them best friends. This week, they had their bogus contract signing; just more nonsense to delay Michael beating the shit out of him. Y/N was in gorilla with her boyfriend and the poor guys stuck bringing him out. She had tried to convince them that if this had to happen, let her take him out. But no, Max had to have these poor souls do it. One of the jobbers said it was time to go so she kissed Michael and he was gone.

Max had been spewing the same stuff he’s been for the past few weeks and Y/N decided she’d go out there. Suddenly, ‘Roundtable Rival’ by Lindsey Stirling blared through the arena and The Vixen went out. Pink heel boots, plaid black skirt and one of her boyfriend’s merch shirt; ready to stand by him. She got up the steps at ringside and Ronnie tried to stop her, “Don’t even try it.” she spat. She walked past Max, making sure to bump his shoulder, and went over to Michael. She picked up the mic that was in front of him, “Don’t let me interrupt boys, you were saying?” she was passive aggressive in her words. Michael had tried to reach for her hand and of course Max had to comment, “Wardlow, you think those handcuffs are an obstruction for you but ah, I thought you’d be used to them by now. Considering how whipped you are for that little lady standing next to you.” “Max, you better shut up while you’re still living-” He knew he struck a nerve. “What? With those wine-stained lips, she’s nothing but trouble. Why not tell the great people of Long Island that you aren’t the sweet, wholesome couple you claim to be? That you two really like some rou-” She grabbed him by the collar, ready to clobber him. “Stop. Talking.” He had a shit-eating grin on his face. Max gripped her face, squishing her cheeks together “Who knew this sweet thing was such a whore-” In a second, Michael was on his feet but Y/N had put her arm out to stop him. “Looks like he really is a bitch for you.” Her fist connected with his jaw and she got him to the ground, putting him in a chinlock. He was slamming the canvas in a tap out as they were both screaming, “Who’s the bitch now Max?! Why you gotta do me wrong?” She was pulled off him and brought back to the locker room. 

Once she was alone, she broke down. Embarrassed was an understatement. Her family watched the show and now she was worried they would view her and the man her parents called their son differently. She heard the door knob turning and quickly dried her tears. “Baby? Are you okay?” Michael’s soft voice tugged at her heart. “Yeah, I’m fine.” “No you’re not.” His hands cupped her cheeks. The two spent time talking about what had happened. “Michael, can we go back to the hotel and you show me who’s really in charge?” she asked meekly, without looking up at him. His thumb tugged at her bottom lip gently, “You know how to ask for what you want.” he stated in a low tone. “Please Sir?” “Louder.” he growled. Her voice raised a bit with a hint of whining behind it, “Please Sir!” “Good girl. I’ll take care of you.”

~at the hotel~

He had her naked on the bed with her hand cuffed to it. He knew she was still in a state so he was easy with her until she gave the word to do more. She savored the gentle, soft, slow touches along her body. Down her cheeks, kneading her breasts, down her tummy and sides. His hands landed on the plush skin of her thighs. She had given him permission to use their mini flogger tonight, one hand left her thigh to pick it up from beside her. “Are you sure you want it tonight? Say the word and I’ll stop, baby.” “I want it Sir.”  He started on her thighs building up how hard he was whipping her, letting her warm up. When he started hitting harder, she bucked her hips up so he landed one hit to her glistening heat; earning a sweet, strangled moan. “You like that, don’t you puppy?” Her brain was already going numb from the use of the flogger alone. Once there were enough light red drags on her gorgeous skin, he stopped and ran his hands over the marks to sooth them. His fingers circled her slit as she whimpered. “You know, Max may think I’m the one who’s whipped. But here you are, cuffed to the bed for me to do whatever I please, letting me decorate your skin with this whip.” His voice is low and authoritative. “You’ve been getting involved in this little feud too often now. Maybe I should cuff you to the bed and leave you there until I get back from the shows. That way you’ll stay out of trouble.” The combination of his hand on her pussy and his filthy words were sending her into a deeper headspace; she didn’t even notice his lips attaching to her clit until she let out a cry. “C’mon, you can take it.” he mocked. Michael held her hips down, his grip enough to leave soft bruises. The lewd sounds of him sucking and licking at her dripping and aching cunt that had the familiar bubbling feeling make its approach. He knows this woman’s body inside and out, so he spoke up, “Cum.” The single word had that knot undone in seconds. Did he stop? No. Not when he was on a mission to rid her mind of the events that took place a few hours ago. When she tried to close her thighs around his head, he pulled away and grabbed the flogger again. He landed a few more blows to her pussy and her thighs until he noticed tears. “Color?” “Green!” she said quickly. Though she said ‘green’, he ceased the whipping and put the toy down. Her hips jolted when he cupped her heat again. “You’re gonna cum for me again, then you’ll get my cock puppy. Got it?” She nodded. “Words.” “Yes, Sir.” Starting with two fingers, he pumped in and out of her cunt, fingertips dragging against her most sensitive spots within her. Another finger was added as his other hand groped at her breasts, tugging at her hardened nipples. Y/N shivered and came on his fingers. His movements only slowed as she rode out her high. When she was down, he pulled his hand away and sucked her juices off his fingers. 

Ridding himself of his remaining clothes, he stared down at his lover. Soft, submissive, sweet Y/N; all his. When they first started exploring this aspect of their relationship, let’s just say noise complaints were common. That’s how Max knew what they were up to. Thin hotel room walls and nosy stable-mates. He watched as she desperately started grinding her hips against nothing. He rubbed his tip up and down her slit and slowly pushed in. Her tight cunt welcomed him in greedily, the deep groan he let out at the feeling of her squeezing around him. “You are doing so good for me. Always a good girl for me.” She tugged at the cuffs, feeling the need to claw at his shoulders and back or tug at his hair; just the need to touch him. “Sir~” His eyes met hers, “What puppy?” She struggled to form the words so she gave him one. “Harder.” The word left her lips and he immediately threw her legs over his shoulders, practically folding her in half, and thrusted into her harder and faster. She tried to get out of her restraints but he only laughed, “Trying to break the chains?” Her whimper was only adding fuel to the fire as he fucked into her harder. 

After pulling two more orgasms from her body, she was completely dazed. Her brain couldn’t form a full thought so when she spoke, it was just babbles and incoherent mumbles. With her legs still on his broad shoulders, he saw the outline of his cock bulging in her tummy. He gripped her hair to make her look down, “See how deep I am babygirl?” The sight was sending her closer and closer to the edge. Y/N wanted to tell him she wanted to cum but the words wouldn’t come out, he slowed his pace slightly. His hand went up to gently smack her cheek to break her daze, “C’mon puppy. Be a good girl, use your words. Tell me what you want.” She struggled once more. “Aww, did I fuck all the manners out of you? Does my dumb little puppy want to cum?” She nodded as more tears fell. He got close to her ear and told her “I can feel you. Do it.” It felt different this time, “That’s it; make a fucking mess.” The idea that she was so fucked dumb that she squirted for the first time only made him pound into her faster, chasing his own release. She felt him throb inside of her and then felt him paint her walls white. Her eyes fluttered shut as she was so spent, letting out a weak “Sir~” He tapped her tear-stained cheeks lightly, “Hey, hey; it’s okay. Baby, it’s me; it’s Michael. No more Sir.” She whimpered as he pulled out of her and felt their cum spill out of her used hole. As soon as he undid the cuffs, her arms wrapped around him like a koala. “Can you let go of me for one moment so I can run you a bath?” he asked gently. Y/N let go and he gave her a sweet kiss before going to the bathroom.

When he came back, he scooped her up and she immediately clung onto him. Before he could put her in the tub, one word left her lips: “Join.” When she got to this state, her speech was limited. Michael set her in the tub and got in behind her, pulling her back against his chest. He trailed kisses from her neck to her shoulders as he rubbed her sides and her tummy; trying to bring her back to normal. 

“You were so good for me, puppy.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“You took everything so well, princess.”

“I love you so much.”

She listened to his voice and turned her head to face him. Still a little faded, but cohesive enough to form a sentence. “Maybe being ‘whipped’ isn’t so bad.” He smirked at her statement, “You have no idea, sweet girl. You got me in chains; but, I wouldn’t change this love.” 

~~~~~~~

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[dangerousstrawberryshark]

VOTE! (NOT FOR A FIC BUT A CHARACTER/CELEBRITY)

So, I'm gonna cancel the yandere series, I really like this one (The Pharaoh x male reader). And because I have never seen one that involves Pharaoh x male reader.

Same rules:

PICK ONE CHARACTER! (Don't say [Character 1] or [Character 2] you must pick or I'll choose for you

You MUST put it in the comments. If you can't type in the comments or you want to stay anonymous, send me an ask with your vote and I'll add it in the comments.

Edward Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Jasper Hale

Emmett Cullen

Jacob Black

Caius

Aro

Marcus

Demetri

Sam Uley

Garett

Tony Stark

Peter Parker (Bumping up his age)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Thor Odinson

Clint Barton

Pietro Maximoff

Scott Lang

Bruce Banner

Dr. Strange

Loki

Venom

Deadpool

Helmut Zemo

Falcon

Izuku Midoriya

Dabi

Katsuki Bakugou

Mirio Togata

Tenya Lida

All Might

Enji Todoroki/Endeavor

Hawks

Eijiro Kirishima

Shoto Todoriki

Chris Hemsworth

Chris Evans

Robert Downey Jr.

Shawn Mendes

Tom Holland

Jeremy Renner

Sebastian Stan

Henry Cavill

Zac Efron

Colby Brock

Brennen Taylor

Sebastian Stan

Jensen Ackles

Jared Padalecki

Anthony Mackey

Aaron Taylor Johnson

Misha Collins

Jeffrey Dean Morgan

Matt Cohen

Bryan Dechart

Joe Manganiello

Pedro Pascal

Kim Nam-Joon/RM

Kim Seok-JIn

Min Yoongi

Jung Ho-Seok

Park Ji-Min

Kim Tae-Hyung

Jeon Jung-Kook.

James McAvoy

Ryan Reynolds

Robert Pattinson

Hugh Jackman

Johnny Depp

Scott Eastwood

Jared Leto

Ben Affleck

Ewan McGregor

Channing Tatum

Luke Evans

Tom Hiddleston

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

Castiel

John Winchester

Lucifer

Crowley

Jack Kline

Young John (Michael)

Dean (Michael)

Adam (Micheal)

Archie Andrews

Jughead Jones

Reggie Mantle

Kevin Keller

Hiram Lodge

Malachai

F. P. Jones

Fangs Fogarty

Eren Jaeger

Levi Ackerman

Erwin Smith

Jean Kirstein

Reiner Braun

Kenny Ackerman

Bertolt Hoover

Clark Kent/Superman

Bruce Wayne/Batman

Arthur Curry/Aquaman

Billy Batson/Shazam (Bumping up his age)

Hal Jordan/Green Lantern

Dick Grayson

Jason Todd

Damian Wayne

Tim Drake

Barry Allen/The Flash

Oliver Queen/Green Arrow

Captain Cold

Captain Atom

Chris Redfield

Leon S. Kennedy

Albert Wesker

Carlos Oliveira

Ethan Winters

Karl Heisenberg

Piers Nivans

Mr. X

Cole Young

Johnny Cage

Scorpion

Kui Liang

Damon Salvatore

Stefan Salvatore

Klaus Mikaelson

Elijah Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

Jeremy Gilbert

Tyler Lockwood

Matt Donovan

Tobio Kageyama

Kei Tuskishima

Toru Oikawa

Tetsuro Kuroo

Asahi Azumane

Daichi Sawamura

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Hajime Iwaizumi

Kotaro Bokuto

Satoru Gojo

Kento Nanami

Aoi Todo

Toji Fushiguro

Ryomen Sukuna

Brahms Heelshire

Jason Voorhees

Michael Myers

Stu Matcher

Billy Loomis

Hannibal Lector

Will Graham

Norman Bates

Pyramid head

Sweeney Todd.

Bobby Drake

Scott Summers

Logan Howlett

Erik Lehnsherr

Young Professor X

Scott Mccall

Derek Hale

Peter Hale

Chris Argent

Andy Barber

Ransom Drysdale

Geralt of Rivia

Ian

Mickey

Collin Shea

Johnny Storm

Jake Jensen

Ari Levinson

Tanner Grayton

RK800 (CONNOR)

RK900 (NINES?)

Gavin Reed

[carolinaflicker]

birthday girl - calum hood

pairings: calum hood x reader

summary: it’s the reader’s 24th birthday, and somehow she can’t seem to keep her hands off of calum

genre: smut with a hint of fluff

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, PROTECTED sex (wrap it before you tap it), slight daddy kink, teasing + degradation, calum being hot, also female pronouns!

word count: 1770

The faint smell of hairspray sat densely in the air as she checked her reflection one last time. The red on her lips sat bold, and the black material running down her body clung tight. She fiddled with the rings on her fingers, doubtfully swapping the combination before huffing and leaving them be.

She stared at her own face in the vanity as she began to lightly run her fingertips over every bump and blemish that held her skin prisoner. Before being able to pick apart every inch of her body, her thoughts were interrupted by a gentle call in the living room of her flat.

“Love, are you almost ready?”

She turned her head swiftly as she heard his approaching footsteps, seeing Calum appear in the doorway.

“You know it’s your birthday, right? You’re kind of the expected guest.” His low chuckle resonated through the room.

Her eyes scanned his face as if it would be the last time she saw him. Y/N found herself doing this frequently, and every time she would find something she hadn’t seen before. This time it was a small freckle just under his bottom lip.

She enjoyed these moments with Calum, the little things that made every day with him a new one. She’d never loved someone as much as she loved him and, quite like her boyfriend, once thought she’d never find it.

It was Calum’s teasing smile and quirked brow that prompted Y/N to realise she was staring at him and, with reddened cheeks, quickly turned to make herself busy.

“You look beautiful.” His hands fell upon her shoulders from behind, and she bathed in the comforting smell of his familiar cologne.

“So do you, handsome.” She said, smiling at him through the mirror.

Calum reached down to give a swift peck to the crown of her head before walking away, giving his girlfriend a gentle reminder of the time passing.

Placing her emergency kit into her purse, Y/N finally noticed the trousers that Calum had chosen to wear. Green and blue plaid adorned the muscles of his thighs, wrapping and moving in just the right places to make her palms sweaty.

She took incredible interest in the way the black shirt he’d tucked in was slightly unbuttoned to reveal two silver pendants resting on his toned chest. Her heart began racing as she fantasised kissing every inch that she could see.

She suspected he had picked these ones specifically for her birthday, knowing they were her favourite. Probably also knowing exactly how they made her feel.

After slipping her final foot into her heels, Y/N turned the light off in their shared bedroom and set her sights on seeking out Calum.

Finding him stood at their kitchen counter she took quick steps over to him, not hesitating to run her hands up his exposed chest to let them rest around the back of his neck.

Calum released a hum of satisfaction when his girlfriend planted her lips on the side of his neck. Placing one hand on her hip and the using the other to gently grab her chin, he pulled her gaze up to meet his.

“Was this morning not enough for you, princess?” When he received a shake of the head, he continued. “Oh and not at breakfast either? And then after the shower. And then-“

Y/N pulled his lips down to meet her own, not worrying in the slightest about the red stain she would leave after.

“C’mon, Cal,” She all but whined, “I need you.”

“And isn’t your life so hard, darling?” He tutted at her mockingly with a small pout, before squeezing her hip and walking away to grab his keys.

Calum let out a loud laugh when he heard Y/N’s dejected mutter about being the birthday girl.

———

The party was in full swing; people flooded every inch of the bar they had hired out, celebrities and friends alike. Shouted words were being exchanged over the bass of the music playing and shots were being thrown back like water.

Calum leant at the bar, nursing a drink in his hand, paying little attention to the story that Shawn Mendes had been telling him for the past 10 minutes.

Instead his gaze was focussed on his girl dancing across the room, happily being spun around by Luke and Ashton to the tune of Dancing Queen.

He had been watching for a while now. Seeing her like this with his band mates never bothered him, in fact Luke was the very reason Calum and Y/N knew each other at all.

Having met Y/N two years prior, Luke had invited her to his 21st knowing just how well she would get on with the bassist. Calum had thanked Luke more times than he could count for this, wondering every day how he had managed to find Calum his perfect half.

Now at his girlfriend’s 24th birthday, he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away. Not out of jealousy, but rather out of pure want. He’d scanned the way her figure moved around the dance floor so many times he was almost dizzy, but that didn’t stop him.

As the music faded and the beginning chords of Wicked Games played through the speakers, Calum excused himself from Shawn quickly and made his way over.

It didn’t take him long, as Y/N soon felt a pair of familiar hands touch upon her waist, and she barely had to look back to recognise who it was. She released her hold on Ashton’s hand and turned her body around fully to face her boyfriend.

“Well hello, stranger.” Y/N’s face gleamed at Calum’s in the dim light.

“Hey, gorgeous. Having a good time?”

He could barely hear the happy sigh that left her mouth over the music but felt a warm feeling spread in his chest as she announced, “The best!”.

Brushing a strand of hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear, he leaned down to whisper, “You wanna make it even better?”

The excited look she was giving him quickly turned darker, as she took her own turn to whisper.

“Show me what you got, handsome.”

Ignoring the cheers from Luke and Ashton, Calum grabbed Y/N’s hand, pulling her from the crowd. The woman had to stop herself from all but pouncing on her boyfriend then and there, instead giving a polite smile to Michael and Harry, who seemed to be in an animated conversation.

Y/N thanked every entity she could think of that the bar they’d hired was nice enough to sport separate bathrooms. She sure wasn’t quiet with Calum, yet with the music blasting and their own room, she doubted they’d be heard by anyone.

Rushing in and locking the door, Calum immediately lifted his girlfriend onto the counter. As if by magnets, the two grabbed at each other, kissing like their lives depended on it.

Y/N reached a hand into Calum’s curly hair and pulled, releasing a groan from the man’s mouth. As she attempted to grind against him further, he pulled away and took hold of her by the neck.

“Look at you, pretty girl. One word from me and you’re ready to drop your panties. When did you become such a slut?”

The fingers wrapped around her throat seemed to send the blood rushing faster to her core, a desperate, incoherent mewl escaping her lips.

As she reached down to unbuckle the belt around his waist, he was quick to pull her hands away.

“Not yet. Gotta take care of the birthday girl, right?”

“But I want you, Cal.” She cried.

“Shame.”

He tapped her waist, indicating for her to lift her hips slightly, as he pulled the hem of her dress up to her stomach. Dropping to his knees, he tossed both of her legs over his shoulders, getting closer to the ache between her legs.

Tantalisingly slow, Calum pulled the lacy thong she was wearing down her thighs before stuffing it into his back pocket.

Finally giving her what she wanted, he placed his hot tongue onto her clit, moving in slow circles. The moan that left Y/N’s lips was pornographic, and her hands immediately flew to grasp onto Calum’s hair again.

“I wanna hear you more, love.”

As if on cue, her whines pitched higher and higher, matching the muffled sound of She playing outside.

Increasing in pressure and speed, it didn’t take long for Calum to make Y/N a mess. He knew every curve of her body, every sign of pleasure and, equally, every sign of discomfort. With his knowledge, it never took him long to have her writhing underneath him.

“Calum!” She called, “I’m gonna-“

He stopped.

“Beg.”

Looking down in disbelief, Y/N found him fully content in not touching her until she gave him what he wanted. Huffing loudly, she tried to reach for him again in desperation.

“I’m pretty sure I gave you an instruction, baby.” He scoffed, pulling away even more.

“Fuck, Cal!” She released her stubbornness, “Please let me cum. Please!”

He immediately returned to his previous actions, making her cry out. Her body shuddered and she moaned as Calum finally let her release. She felt dizzy against the mirror, her face stinging from the intensity of her orgasm.

Giving her a check over and a chance to catch her breath, Calum reached down to unbuckle his belt and open his trousers. Stroking his shaft out of his boxers, he looked at the woman again.

“You ready?”

“Just fuck me, Cal.”

Earning a smug chuckle from the man as he pulled out a condom from his pocket and slid it on, she grabbed onto his shoulders as he took her words as gospel, pounding into her with no hesitation. Low grunts and swears left Calum’s lips as he thrusted deep and fast.

Y/N reached down to gently rub her now sensitive clit, releasing a cry as a certain thrust hit just the right spot.

Before she could stop herself, she released a series of incoherent whines, followed by Calum’s name as if in prayer.

“Fuck, daddy!”

Y/N’s regret immediately began to seep into her bones. This was a kink that she had quite happily kept to herself and for 3 years had been worried of Calum’s reaction if she ever brought it up.

This regret dissipated immediately however, as her boyfriend’s rhythm grew sloppier and harder at the name. Soon the room was filled with obscene cries as they both reached their climaxes, collapsing onto each other.

“Well,” Calum said after a breath, “You’ve never called me that before.”

This earned him a weak punch to the shoulder, the woman in his arms giggling lightly.

“Happy birthday, my love.”

[aswho1estuff]

[heelmcmahon]

Ring Games ♛ Adam Cole

fem!reader x adam cole

18+ readers

warnings: just smut lol

word count: 3337

- The daughter of Shawn Michaels, Y/N, is a wrestler in NXT. She currently feuds with NXT women's champion, Shayna Baszler in a storyline. Her good friend, Finn Balor is the #1 contender for the NXT championship, currently held by Adam Cole. A mixed tag match has been set up for NXT Takeover: Atlanta, winner takes all, no DQ with both titles on the line.

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You do your final stretches before having to walk down the ramp to the ring. This would be the biggest match of your WWE career thus far. You and your tag partner for the night, Finn Balor were hoping to win your respective titles in a hard fought match in the main event. This would be his 3rd title reign and your 2nd. You previously held the title for 89 days before losing it to Shayna Baszler in a ladder match. Your rematch had finally arrived.

You feel a hand on your shoulder whilst shaking off any nerves you may have. You turn your head to see one of your opponents for the night, Adam Cole. Adam was never really a friendly guy to you. He loved to tease you and make sarcastic jokes and snarky comments. There wasn't really any bad blood, he's just an annoying guy to be around. Also, everyone knew how much of a flirt he was. You couldn't help but feel like there was some sort of tension between the two of you. He knew it too. You two are always flirting with each other, you more subtle than him. Your most common form of flirtatiousness was nicknames.

"Hey, Michaels. Don't wine too much when you come up short tonight, it's not easy facing a guy like Adam Cole Bay Bay.", he says. Your ring name is Melody Michaels, after your dad, the Heartbreak Kid, Shawn Michaels. It was hard at first to make a name for yourself in this business without being compared to your dad all the time, but soon you realized you could embrace it and be your own person at the same time. You take a lot of inspiration from him with your moveset. Hopefully tonight will really take your career to the next level.

"Sure, Cole. I'll do my best, just for you." you replied back with a fake smile so he clearly knew you were being sarcastic.

"This outfit you've put together tonight is really something different. I've never seen you wear something like it." He's clearly checking you out since you catch his eyes on your thighs. He was right though. Tonight you had new gear made for the special occasion of main eventing Takeover. You wear a dark purple set. It consists of a top that cuts off a little bit below your boobs with thick straps that cross across your back like an X. The top is sparkly and is lined with rhinestones. The bottoms are high waisted and reach just under your butt. They are super tight and lift a little above your thighs on the sides. They are also coated in glitter and lined with rhinestones. You wear your normal black fishnet tights, black knee pads, and your wrestling boots. You also decide to do your makeup a little heavier than usual. Nothing too extreme but still flawless and noticeable. You're also wearing your signature black leather jacket with a broken heart on the back to carry the legacy of your father. Your hair is curled and hangs low to the middle of your back.

"Yeah well I want to look good when Finn and I win our titles back". You don't look at him when you respond; you stay focussed on your warmup.

"Whatever you say, babe. I'll see you in the ring then." He walks past you but not before sending a wink your way. You simply roll your eyes and dismiss it.

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"And his tag team partner, from Chandler, Arizona: Melody Michaels!" The crowd roars as your name is announced and theme song plays. Finn stands by the end of the ramp waiting for you. You share a quick look, nod to each other, and then proceed to the ring. Shayna and Adam stand in the back corner of the ring eyeing you down. Finn walks up the stairs and holds the ropes open for you. You step in and walk with confidence to the front of the ring, facing the hard camera. You hold your arms out and yell words to pump up you and the crowd. You do the same for the right side of the ring and then turn your back to the camera to acknowledge the fans behind you. Finn waits in the ring for you to finish your entrance while Shayna looks around at the crowd with an annoyed face as they chant your name. Adam however can't keep his eyes off you. He has a sly smirk on his face. Your music dies down and you go stand next to Finn, across from Adam and Shayna.

"The following contest is a Mixed Gender Tag Team Winner Take All Extreme Rules Match! And it is for the NXT Women's Championship and the NXT Championship! Introducing first: the challengers. Melody Michaels and Finn Balor!

You and Finn step forward and acknowledge the fans cheering for you. You turn your head to yell in your opponents faces. "Better say goodbye to your title reigns because those championships are coming back to where they belong." Shayna simply rolls her eyes but Adam responds. "Not a chance, babe. Now backup and let the champs get introduced." He says.

You take a step back and think about his words. He is such a flirty jerk, but you couldn't help but feel butterflies when he called you babe this time around.

When Alicia Taylor introduces Adam and Shayna, you watch Adam take a few steps forward and yell at the crowd. Shayna does her signature "Queen of Spades" pose. They turn back around and hold their titles up to the ref. Adam sends you another quick wink, but before you can process it, the bell is rung.

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You're about 15 minutes into the match. Finn and Adam lay outside the ring trying to regain some strength after they both went through tables. You and Shayna fight in the ring. You hit her with a fisherman suplex and go for the pin. She kicks out at 2. Before she can get back up, you grab her and put her in her own submission, the Kirifouda Clutch. She is slowly fading, but she reversed it and somehow gets your shoulders pinned to the mat. You also kick out at 2. You both get back to your feet. She charges at you and you use her momentum to send her over the top rope. Shayna now stands on the apron. You run to the ropes to gain momentum and spear her through the middle rope. She hits the floor hard. You throw your hands up and taunt to the crowd. However, when you turn back around, Adam Cole stands in the ring.

"What is it, Cole? Are you gonna punch me?" You ask in a fake pouty voice with a puppy dog lip. You hold your hands around your back in an innocent way.

"I could never hit you, babe. You know that." he says looking down at you.

You find a wave of confidence come over you as the crowd cheers. You respond, "Well, what is it that you want, handsome?" Your hand now rest on Adam's bare chest as you get a little closer to him. His face shows that he is surprised by the nickname you've given him.

"Come on now, Michaels, you know what I want." He takes a step closer to you with a seductive look on his face. Now it's his turn to place his hands on your body. He rests them low on your waist.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Finn start to make it to his feet again. You play along with Adam while you see Finn slide into the ring. You also take a step closer to Adam and lift your head up a bit (if it's even possible to get closer). Your mouths are just inches away from touching.

"I'm not sure I do, Cole. But I do know one thing, maybe you should turn around."

He looks confused as he turns around. You get out of the way so Finn can hit Adam with a sling blade. Adam lays on the ground and you look down at him, "Sorry, handsome, I guess that's just what happens when you aren't paying attention." You send him a wink.

Finally, Finn Balor climbs to the top rope and hits Adam with the Coup de Grace. Before he goes for the pin, you see Shayna get back in the ring. With your quick thinking, you tune up the band and kick her square in the face with some Sweet Chin Music. You and Finn both go for the cover on your opponents.

1!

2!

3! The bell rings.

"Here are your winners, and new NXT Women's Champion and NXT Champion: Melody Michaels and Finn Balor!"

The crowd is going crazy. You pull Finn in for a hug and then clink your titles together in a celebratory fashion. Shayna looks beyond pissed. Adam on the other hand, has a look of pure anger, but yet a look of lust is written on his face. You blow him a kiss and display a smirk as you and Finn exit the ring. You walk up the ramp with your backs to the titantron as Adam Cole is still staring you down.

You and Finn walk through the curtain and arrive backstage. You two are greeted with hugs, congratulations, water bottles, and towels. You place your titles down on a road case.

"I had such a great time tagging with you tonight, Y/N", Finn says, "Hopefully we'll get another mixed tag match soon."

"I couldn't agree more, Finn! You seriously killed it out there. I'll see you tomorrow for lunch?" you say.

"You know it. See ya then, Y/N". He gives you a long hug and walks towards the men's locker room.

It isn't long before Adam and Shayna come through the curtain. Shayna shakes your hand and you two have a quick and casual conversation about the match and working together. Then, Adam walks your way. With no warning at all, he grabs your hand pulls you out of gorilla. He drags you through the halls of the arena until you reach his private locker room that he shares with the rest of the Undisputed Era. The room is empty since the Kyle, Bobby, and Roddy left after their matches earlier in the show.

Adam pulls you into the room and quickly shuts the door. He wastes no time before pushing you up against the wall. His left hand is placed on your lower back, pulling you close to him so your lower halves are touching. His right hand is next to your head, resting on the wall. Your faces are extremely close together, but there is still a few inches in between you.

"What the hell was that out there? Huh? Explain to me what that was all about?" Adam says, clearly extremely annoyed.

You decide to act dumb and play innocent. "I'm not sure I know what you're talking about, babe." You stare into his blazing blue eyes.

"Don't play dumb with me, Y/N. You distracted me in the ring and I lost my title because of it. So, now you're gonna pay for it." Adam has an intense and serious look on his face but his eyes long with lust.

You reply to him, your faces now closer than ever. Your hands roam Adam's chest and slide over every part of his abs, quickly looking down at them. "Oh? I'm gonna pay for it? How so?" You look up at him again.

"We are going back to my hotel room and I'm gonna fuck you into the mattress until you scream my name loud for everyone to hear." He says.

You answer simply. "I'll meet you at your car in 10." Your hands slide down Adam's arms and you pull away from him, exiting the room, but not before winking at him for the millionth time tonight.

You walk to the women's locker room. You strip out of your sweaty ring gear and put on your casual everyday clothes. You wear a pair of leggings, a cropped yellow top, with white shoes. You pair it with your WWE PC jacket since it is a bit chilly tonight. You grab your large bag and carry it out to the parking lot.

The walk to Adam's car was much easier than you thought it would be. You spot him leaning on the driver door. He looks up from his phone and sees you coming, so he hops into the driver's seat.

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The car ride back to the hotel was only about 4 minutes. It was silent, but not awkward. You could not wait to get inside and let Adam see and touch every part of your body.

When Adam pulls up to the hotel, you both grab all of your items, walk in, and check in. You walk up to a desk and Adam talks to the lady at the desk next to you. Somehow he finishes checking in before you and walks over to the desk you're being helped at.

"You can just cancel her room", he tells the front desk lady helping you, "she's gonna stay with me tonight," he tell the woman. You shoot him a very knowing look. The front desk lady looks at you and says, "You don't need this room?". You look up at Adam and he's looking down at you. His face looks so serious and stern. He simply states to you, "You don't need that room, Y/N." You look back to the lady at the desk and say, "Sorry, I won't be needing a room tonight." She looks down at her computer screen pushing some buttons. Before she gets the chance to look back up, you are pulled by the arm to the nearest elevator.

Before you can even say one word to Adam about that whole front desk show he just put on, his lips are planted on yours. You hear a ding, signaling that the elevator doors are closing.

With no thinking at all, you kiss him back. Your back is pressed to a wall in the elevator. Adam's hands are set low on your back. You have one on his chest and one in his hair. The kiss is so passionate and full of desire. You both want more. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip. You allow him to deepen the kiss. When he does, a soft sound escapes your lips. This makes Adam crazy. He removes his left hand and places it on your butt. Eventually, his hand rises from your butt to your waist. He plays with the hem of your cropped tank top signaling that he wants it off. Before the kiss can escalate anymore, the elevator doors open. Both of you break the kiss, quickly gather your bags, and move as fast as you can to Adam's hotel room, which apparently you were staying in tonight.

Adam opens the door and you both enter. He pulls you to the bed and pushes you to sit on the edge of the bed. He slowly crawls over you, his hand roaming your body the whole time. Finally, Adam says something, "You're gonna do whatever I say. The only thing I want to hear coming from your mouth is my name. Do you understand?" His voice is very stern. You nod with fake innocence written all over your face, excited for what's to come.

"Good girl." Adam's mouth attacks yours again. His hair drapes over your face like a curtain. His hand reaches for your shirt again. This time, he pulls it off your body. Adam breaks the kiss to pull your leggings and panties off in one go, as you remove your bra. Adam stands up and removes his clothing as well. When he lays back down, you climb on top.

Another strong and sloppy kiss begins. This time Adam shows dominance as he attacks your neck and shoulders instead of your mouth. You let moans escape your mouth. Your fingers are laced in Adam's long hair. Shortly later, Adam gives you a command. "On your back, now."

You remove yourself from Adam's grasp and lay down on the bed. Adam takes in the sight of your naked body. "Damn, babe. I've been waiting for this moment for so long" Adam says. You let out a slight giggle.

Next, Adam gives you no warning and slide one finger deep into your soaking wet pussy. You groan loudly, not expecting the sudden pleasure. Adam seems satisfied with your reaction. He slides in another finger, pumping in out out. Now you're really a moaning mess. Adam takes your vocalness as a sign to add another finger. He slides in and out of your body at a rapid pace. You yell out, "Oh god! Adam! Please!" When Adam feels that you are getting close to your climax, he pulls his fingers out of you. "Good girls get to come, you cost me my title. This isn't going to be easy for you, babe." Adam says to you. You try to catch your breath as ecstasy almost washes over you. You close your legs and wine a bit, not getting the full feeling of overwhelming pleasure.

Adam harshly opens your legs back up. Once again with no warning at all, he slams his cock into you. Now you really scream out. Feeling embarrassed, you drape your arm over your moth in an attempt to keep quiet. Adam notices this and pins your arms on the bed on each side of your head. "Not today, babe, I want you to scream my name so everyone in the building knows who's giving you the best sex of your life."

And with that, Adam picks up the pace. He slams into your body over and over and over, watching you every step of the way. Skin slapping and the bed creaking fills the room. The sounds that escape your mouth make Adam thrust even harder. Suddenly, he rams hard into your g-spot.

"Oh my fucking god! Adam! Don't stop! Oh god!" You moan in pleasure.

"That's right, baby, yell my name. Scream it." Adam lowly groans out.

"Adam, I'm gonna come," you say.

"Not until I hear you screaming my name." Adam says. He thrusts even harder than before, slamming every time directly into your g-spot. Except now, his thumbs plays around with your clit.

"Adam! Adam! Oh my fuck- Adam! Shit!" You finally scream out. Your vision is quickly taken away as your eyes are tightly shut. The ecstasy and pleasure washing over you right now in this moment is unlike any other sex you've had before.

Adam finally allows you to release, "That's right, baby, fuckin' scream it." He releases shortly after  into your pussy. You both ride out your orgasms as Adam thrusts slowly and deeply into your body.

Adam lays on the bed next to you as you both catch your breath.

"Fucking shit, Adam," you say.

He laughs quietly and replies, "I hope you're ready for round 2, tonight isn't gonna be easy for you."

And with that, the rest of the night was spent fucking until daylight. As the night went on, Adam became more and more aggressive. You seriously didn't know if you would be able to walk at all tomorrow. But that's tomorrow's problem, right now you're just focussed on Adam... and will be all night.

[ilariyalavorowrites]

Prompt: Imagine being part of poly tangle with Chris Jericho and Shawn Michaels. You are the secondary partners for both men but with the holidays coming up, you are starting to feel pushed away. Alone in a hotel you question your choices of years gone by.

Warnings: Established prior relationships, poly relationships, angst, fluff ending, open marriages

Pairings: Shawn Michaels x reader x Chris Jericho

Universe: AU Wrestling

Reader gender: Female

Author: Ilariya_Lavoro writes

Part 1 of 4

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Over the horizon

You perched on the edge of the hotel bed, your phone staring up from the carpeted floor. It had long since turned off, the endless string of unanswered calls and messages flooding in, lighting up the screen ad almost drained the battery flat. To answer their increasingly worried texts and calls would mean that you would have to face this new reality. One where you were now alone.

It wasn’t just them trying to get through, your sister, friends and their partners. Each had tried but the end result was the same. They failed to get through. Your tired gaze lifted, moving to the other temptation in the room. The full glass of your poison of choice. There had been times in the past that you had struggled with alcohol, finding it hard to stop after just a complete of glasses here and there.

It had affected all aspects of your relationships, personal and professional. They did not want you to destroy yourself, burn herself out and throw your hard earned career in the ring away for a numbness that lasted until you blacked out. It had been hard but in the end, had been worthwhile. You shook your head, that now felt like a foolish thought. Your life spun into a vicious circle, landing you right back at the beginning. With you once more sat in a dark hotel room in the middle of nowhere with a bottle of booze, ready to chase away her blues.

Bouncing between Texas and Florida when you were on the road, had once been a comfortable arrangement. Setting up your own home in Mississippi as the midpoint for the days away from both of them. When they were with their own families for important days such as christmas, anniversaries and birthdays. It had almost been ten years since this arrangement had begun. All those long years that you had remained hidden in the shadows, to protect them from the harsh scrutiny of the world and it’s media. 

It had been eating at you, slowly killing you. You had started to feel less than important, regardless of their kind, warm and reassuring words. However they had begun to sound hollow over time. Promises of tomorrow turning into dust and being left on the shelf to decay. 

You turned your  eyes away,ignoring the siren calls of temptation for now. Focusing on the ceiling as you let yourself fall backwards. Falling into the welcoming embrace of the cotton sheets and slight bounce of the mattress. “How did I not see this coming?” You softly questioned the empty room. Silence answered as your words echoed around her.

You scoffed, embarrassed that it had come to this, talking to the four walls that you confided yourself in. Trying to block out the world, trying to hide from the heartbreak that lurked just over the horizon. 

You had been blinded by the depths of your own emotions, by the intoxication of your love and passion for those you had let into your heart. The whispers in the night, the ever growing distance that widen with every missed moment. The various I can’t, I’m sorry, I forgot but next time. Those cut you, more so with the frequency of them appearing in the messages you received, in the short conversation in passing that seemed to come your way. The cracks had formed, deepening as another piece of your still bleeding heart fell away each time that you felt pushed further out.

You had tried to ignore the doubt that bubbled beneath the surface at first. What had broken you to the point of vanishing from sight, was overhearing them both, discussing the arrangement that had been solid for so long. It had been by pure chance, seeing both of them at first had caused those oh so flutters in her stomach to rise up anew, but the serious expressions upon their handsome faces and the hushed tones as they spoke forced you back down to earth, hard and decisively.

It was the words next spoken that it did the most damage. ‘We both knew that this couldn’t last forever’ You had turned on your heel, rushing out to your car and hightailing it out of there. Neither had seen you lingering in the doorway, neither had seen you leave either. It was as if you hadn’t been there in the first place.

You had felt like a coward, running away without knowing the full context of the conversation. The very thought of knowing terrified you to the core. You could only see one way of this ending, with you pushed out the door and into the cold.

Raising her hands to cover your face as you fought back the tears that were threatening to cascade down your cheeks. “I’m such a lovestruck fool. I dared to think that this could end happily. It never was going to” 

KNOCK KNOCK

The loud pounding of knuckles upon the door of your hotel room, caused your body to shoot up. Once more you perched upon the edge of the bed, this time your eyes were fixed upon the door. They narrowed, as you tried to work out who possibly was on the other side. It wasn’t room service, as she only ordered the one glass and nothing else. There were a long list of possibilities. 

KNOCK KNOCK

Once again, the knocking came. This time it was louder, as if the person on the other side was making sure that they had been heard. To make sure that you came to the door and answered it. Whoever it was, they were not going to be ignored. You sighed, pushing yourself up and off the bed. With three steps, you had crossed the tiny room and were standing before the door. If there had been a spyhole then you would have checked first. To see who awaited her on the other side but alas there wasn’t one.

“I better get this over with” You muttered to yourself, as you wasted no time, grasping and turning the door handle. Once you had heard the click of the lock releasing, you pulled the door towards yourself revealing the rundown corridor and your sister Morgan skittishly standing there. Your eyes widened at the sight of her. “How did you find me?” You quickly fired at her, your lip quivered giving away your nervousness at being discovered.

“Are they here with you?” The next question followed, not giving your sister time to answer. “Come on, I know you. I’m your big sister. You stayed here when our parents announced their divorce then when dad got remarried and then again when his new wife fell pregnant” Her words fell in quick succession as she listed off past incidents of you suddenly disappearing. It had been many years since the last occurence.

She did know you. Morgan had been there time and time again when your anxiety got the better of you. Each and every time she found you and brought you back. Morgan always had your back and this time was no different. “And no, Chris and Shawn don’t know I’m here”

A wave of mixed emotions wash over you, disappointment and relief to name a few. You wave your sister into the room, Morgan doesn’t hesitate and enters. You follow her back into the room, closing the door behind you. It was going to be a long night.

[littletroubledgrrrl]

Triple H x Fem Reader- “Hot In Herre”

It was January 1998.

The time was 1:14 AM.

The room was pitch black, the sky was colored dark blue, the moon was shining fully like a circle and colored white.

You were snuggly wrapped in the arms of Triple H from the WWF.

Triple H has changed quite a bit in the last couple of months, and so has the WWF, for that matter as well.

You were lying on Triple H's bare chest like it was a mattress, lying down on your stomach, his arms wrapped around you, he was fast asleep.

Your eyes suddenly burst wide open.

Your skin all over your body felt very warm and hot, your forehead, your neck, your arms, under your shirt.

The heat bothered you and affected and altered your mood.

You were wearing an oversized, loose fitting T-shirt (one of Trips' T-shirts he wears) and some dark colored underwear, that was just it.

Even though it was wintertime, you still felt hot under your clothes, and not hot as in sexy.

God, you hope you don't wake Triple H up.

You then slowly rose yourself up from his torso, until you were stood up completely still and erect like a statue, but you were resting your knees and feet on the mattress, your lap sitting on Trips' lap like you were riding a horse.

His arms and hands wrapped around you were spreading apart when you sprung your body out from his arms.

While you did this, you kept a close eye on his face so he hopefully won't wake up.

His eyes were shut tight asleep.

Thank God.

With your hands on both sides of your T-shirt, or rather, his T-shirt you're wearing, you then lifted and pulled your shirt over your head, no bra or even little nipple pasties were underneath your shirt.

You then sat the shirt right next to the mattress you and Trips were sharing together, but hopefully Triple H doesn't trip (ba-dum-tsssh) on that shirt tomorrow morning!

It felt so much better for your shirt off, the cool air was relieving your body from the bothersome heat that was trapping your body and irritating you.

You could breathe a sigh of relief from this.

After taking your shirt off, you then craned your body back down to where you were before, all the way back down to Triple H's chest.

You lay your chest on his chest, lying on your torso like you're tanning your back on the beach.

You felt the cold, relaxing, comforting touch of Trips' arms on your torso, your skin and his skin touching.

You reclined your head in the crook of his neck, where you usually recline your head.

Dammit, you wish Trips could wrap his arms around you again. And you have a reason why.

Putting your hand on his shoulder, you gently shook his shoulder back and forth to wake him up.

His eyes suddenly burst open at you shaking his shoulder.

He looked down at you, noticing a completely topless woman was now lying on his stomach.

"Why are you shirtless?" he asked.

"My body was feeling hot" you answered "And I don't mean hot as in sexy, I mean hot as in warm".

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Promise" you responded. "I took my shirt off because the heat was irritating me".

"Why did you wake me up?"

"I want you to wrap your arms around me" you said. "Why? So not only your bare skin touches me, but it's like you're protecting me. You're so big and strong and protective".

A grin flashed across his face.

Even he couldn't help but be flattered by this.

Even though you are all 100% for women's lib and support strong, independent women, you have a weakness for men protecting you.

Especially hot, sexy men like him.

He then wrapped his arms behind your back, embracing you, your arms were behind his back, holding and gripping onto him, but not tightly, you didn't want to grip your hands into his skin.

You rested and reclined your head on the left side of his body, using his left shoulder like a pillow.

While you were wrapped in his embrace, you could feel his heart beating through his chest on your skin, and he could feel your heart beating through your chest on his skin.

He could feel the heat on your body when you pressed and reclined your body on his chest, and when his arms were wrapped behind your back (that rhymed).

Poor thing, he thought.

You loved feeling his bare skin on yours, you also loved feeling Shawn Michaels' skin on yours whenever you got the chance to cuddle with him.

Though, his chest had chest hair, which is good for running your fingers through, but not necessarily for resting your chest on.

"Goodnight, babydoll" he purred, looking down at you. "I love you".

He stroked some strands of your hair with his fingers.

"I love you too" you responded, looking up at him with a smile on your face.

He smiled right back at you.

He then directed his hands to the ends of the white, thin bedsheets, where he pulled them up to the middle of your naked back. 

“Will you get hot under the bedsheets?” he asked.

“I hope not” you responded.

And with that, he then reclined and rested his head on the pillow he was laying his head on and shut his eyes.

You then shut your eyes, where you rested yourself atop of his chest.

The last thing you heard that night before you drifted back to sleep was his heartbeat.

Once you woke up in the morning, his arms were still wrapped around your body, your arms wrapped around his body.

It was like his arms were wrapped around you the whole night, which no doubt probably were.

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The Triple H I lust after and have crushes on the most are the Trips from late 1997/early 1998 when he was in DX/D Generation X, the one from 2003 when he was in Evolution and the one from 1996/some of 1997/some of 1995 when he was Hunter Hearst Helmsley. I like him when he was Jean Paul Levesque in WCW circa 1994 too.

But now the modern Triple H with that bald head and beard is starting to grow on me thanks to seeing girls who like my fanfics and my Triple H gifs on my sideblog and seeing their likes and what’s on their blog, they like these imagines about Triple H and these imagines always involve modern Trips.

[rawiswhore]

Various WWF Wrestlers x Fem Reader- "Don't Stick Your Dick in Crazy"

I typed this fanfic on Sunday, but didn't finish it.

Hopefully people reading this fanfic won't be grossed out, but there are people who do things like this...

Now this fanfic isn't too gross, but mildly a little nasty.

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In 1997, the World Wrestling Federation underwent a bit of a makeover.

Because rival wrestling company WCW's Monday night show "Nitro" was beating the WWF's "Monday Night Raw" in the ratings in 1996 and 1997, the WWF decided to fight back by getting a new, edgier intro and a new moniker "Raw is War" to compete in the Monday night wars between the WWF and WCW.

And throughout the World Wrestling Federation's Attitude era from1997 to 2001, the WWF had this iconic chain link fence with the phrase "Raw is War" on it while a black background was behind this fence.

Not to mention, this chain link fence also had a black trash can with the phrase "Raw is War" on it attached to the front of the fence.

This iconic chain link fence was used in many WWF promos throughout the Attitude era, from 1997 to 2001.

And that iconic chain length fence and "Raw is War" moniker debuted in March of 1997.

Glory holes are these cuticle walls that have holes on them where men stick their penises through so someone can suck on them or get fucked in their vagina or asshole.

Yes, even glory holes existed in the 1990's.

Since that "Raw is War" chain link fence somewhat made you think a little bit of glory holes, and chain link fences are something men could stick their penises through, in November of 1997 you invited Triple H, Shawn Michaels, Jeff Hardy, Sean Morley (who would become Val Venis next month) and Christian Cage to that iconic chain link fence that many professional wrestlers have cut promos in front of.

These 5 men were the sexiest men in the WWF at the time.

When you invited them, Triple H, Shawn, Sean and Christian all had their long hair hanging down and not tied back in ponytails.

For these men to get behind the chain fence, they gingerly walked sideways, between the black background and chain link fence, shuffling their feet and squeezing themselves between the black background and fence.

It wasn't a tight fit and squeeze when they were entering in between this fence and black background, though something will be a tight fit pretty soon.

Luckily, since you're afraid their penises will get stuck, you brought a bottle of lotion with you.

They stopped walking once they were at a spot away from that "Raw is War" slogan, and their bodies--- especially their crotches--stood as close to the fence as they could so their penises could slip into them.

You, on the other hand, sat down on your knees in front of the middle of the fence.

Shawn stood behind the fence and in front of where you were sitting, whereas Hunter stood right next to him.

Shawn was standing in between Triple H and Sean Morley, whereas Jeff Hardy managed to squeeze his body in between Sean and HBK and Christian managed to squeeze his body between Shawn and Hunter.

Jeff and Christian's bodies were skinny enough to stand in between people.

Jeff and Christian could easily try to climb this fence and rest their toes on the holes of this fence to stand on it as they try to stick their penises through the other holes, but the fence might fall down, not to mention the holes of this fence are rather small.

As these wrestlers were now standing behind this fence, they began to unbutton and unzip their pants and cargo shorts.

However, they didn't unbutton and unzip each other's pants, like Shawn Michaels unzipping Jeff Hardy's shorts.

If they were wearing just silky basketball shorts, then they pulled their shorts down to their ankles.

These men all smiled, grinned and smirked as they were undoing their pants and shorts, their eyes looking at their own crotches, but Shawn didn't look at Jeff's crotch and vice versa.

Once their pants and shorts were undone, they pulled them down as well as pulling down their boxers, revealing their penises out in front of you.

One of Shawn's hands grabbed his penis and carefully slid and inserted it into an empty hole on this fence, he slid his dick in a hole right in front of your face.

He gulped and swallowed as he slid his cock into that hole, but he's done this before.

He managed to slide his penis carefully into that hole, but he was making sure he won't circulate his cock.

Christian has never really slipped his penis into the hole of a chain link fence, so this is a first for him.

While taking a deep breath, Christian had one of his hands on his penis and carefully and gingerly slipped it into one of the holes of this fence.

He specifically slid his cock into a hole in front of your face and head, close enough for you to suck it and masturbate it.

Jeff, Triple H and Sean, too, had one of their hands take their dicks and carefully and gingerly slide their penises through an empty hole from this fence.

They weren't really as nervous, they've done this before.

While it was a tight fit to insert their dicks into the holes of a chain link fence,  all of these men except for Christian have done this. 

Shawn, Jeff, Christian, Triple H and Sean were looking at their cocks as they slid them through the empty holes, filling those holes up with their erections.

Now that the tips of their dicks were pointing at you, you leaned your face closer to Shawn's penis, your mouth open as your face and head approached closer to his cock, until the tip of his penis and then the rest of his erection got into your mouth.

You started sucking his penis once it was inside your mouth, your lips wrapped around his cock.

Your other hands grabbed Jeff Hardy's and Christian's penises, where your hands began masturbating them.

Your hands pointed the tips of their dicks at your face so you can get precum and semen on your face, if it does get there.

Your mouth was caressing and stroking up and down Shawn's erection, which kept growing hard inside your mouth.

Sean's, Triple H's, Jeff's and Christian's penises had blood swelling into them and help make them hard.

Shawn, Christian and Jeff stared at you as you gave the Heartbreak Kid a blowjob and masturbated Jeff and Christian.

Your mouth was stroking Shawn's penises like how your hands were caressing Jeff's and Christian's cocks, although your fingers were wrapped around Jeff's and Christian's shafts of their erection.

Even though Sean Morley and Triple H have the bulkiest, largest physiques out of these 5 men, they can manage to slide one of their hands through one of the holes of this fence, and so one of their hands slid into a hole nearby where their penis is and they held their cocks, where they began to point and aim the tips of their penises at your face and masturbate their dicks.

However, Sean didn't masturbate Triple H's penis and vice versa, it was Sean masturbating his own penis and Hunter masturbating his own dick.

You wish there were so many other male professional wrestlers with you right now behind this fence, like Rob Van Dam, Chris Jericho, Scott Hall, Nova from ECW, Tommy Rogers from 1980's wrestling duo the Fantastics and the list goes on.

But sadly, most of these other wrestlers are in other companies, although Rob Van Dam nearly did join the WWF in 1997.

But that would be impossible fitting so many male professional wrestlers behind this fence just to stick their dicks in the holes.

Actually, in 1997, you let some male professional wrestlers stand behind the "Raw is War" fence where they stuck their cocks in the holes of these fences while you sucked them and masturbated them, and those wrestlers weren't just Shawn Michaels, Hunter Hearst Helmsley, Jeff Hardy and Sean Morley, but also Rob Van Dam, Tommy Rogers, Brian Pillman, Scott Putski, Jerry Lynn, Sean Casey, RockaBilly and others.

But this one with Christian Cage arguably has the sexiest crop of male wrestlers of all, though Sean Morley is the least attractive out of all of these men.

As you keep sucking Shawn Michaels' cock, precum is dripping out of his slit and into your mouth on top of your tongue, where you swallow any precum seeping out his dick.

Precum is also beginning to escape out of the slits of Christian's and Jeff Hardy's dicks, where their precum stayed near their slits for a while but eventually broke off and fell on your face.

This is where you do want their precum to fall on specifically.

Not to mention, some precum is starting to form out of Sean Morley's and Triple H's slits of their penisheads, where soon their precum landed and fell on your face, but some of their precum landed on the floor.

There's some precum coming out of Christian's and Jeff Hardy's dicks landing on the floor as well.

Even though this fence isn't long enough and big enough for people to stand in a line behind it (and in front of), these men you've invited have managed to make do.

It's also rather unsanitary to have men insert their penises into the holes of chain link fences, which is why I had doubts of typing this fanfic, and hopefully you readers aren't grossed out over reading this fic.

While you're sucking Shawn, you can taste a little bit of the steel metal from this chain's flavor from him slipping his dick in between the woven chain links, and that chain's taste isn't pleasant to say the least.

Considering Shawn and the Undertaker did their very first Hell in a Cell match a month before this, maybe you can invite many other wrestlers to slide their penises into the holes of that steel cage, and they'll be able to even climb this fence and stick their dicks in various places.

That way it'll really be like a glory hole stall.

The steel links of this cage are circulating tightly around these men's swollen penises, which is making it a little difficult.

You wish you could have multiple hands and arms so you can jack off many male wrestler's cocks at the exact same time.

Surprisingly, this fence hasn't fallen down while you're giving head to Shawn Michaels and jacking off Jeff Hardy and Christian while 2 other men stick their dicks into the holes.

Meanwhile, there are some people walking by noticing you giving head to Shawn Michaels as you're masturbating Jeff and Christian while Sean and Triple H jack off their penises and point them at you.

Some people are rolling their eyes and walking away, others are shouting "Get a room!".

Hopefully you and these wrestlers won't get arrested for indecent exposure.

Because Shawn was currently a member of D Generation X, whose catchphrase as we all know is "suck it!" while he points to his crotch, Shawn raised his hands and arms up high in the air, being careful his arms and hands won't hit the people standing next to him.

His arms and hands quickly swooped down until his hands made an "x" shape above his genitals, and when his arms and hands dropped down, he was careful not to hit the people standing next to him.

"Suck it!" he exclaimed when his hands made that "x" shape above his crotch, pushing and thrusting his crotch out when he shouted that vulgar catchphrase.

Triple H's, Sean's, Jeff's and Christian's heads slightly turned to look at Shawn shouting that, to which those men couldn't help but chuckle and burst into a smile, and even Shawn chuckled a little bit after shouting that.

You, too, giggled over Shawn shouting that as well as doing his iconic crotch chop.

But you listened to Shawn, continuing to suck his penis and swallow any precum.

You really wish you could have a cock in your pussy and one in your ass.

Throughout this little fence gangbang, these 5 male wrestlers lined up in front of you have stared at you with wicked shiteating grins and smirks.

Sometimes they're even quietly moaning and groaning.

They're satisfied at what they're seeing, from you doing this to them.

One more time, Shawn's hands separated from each other, only for his hands to make a "v" shape next to his crotch.

"Suck it!" he repeated when his hands made a "v" shape at his crotch this time, thrusting and pushing his crotch out when he shouted that catchphrase.

And you continued sucking on his penis, listening to him.

The tip of his cock is poking at your uvula and nearly down your throat when he pushes his crotch out.

Even though you are busy giving Shawn Michaels head right now after he's told you to suck it, you want to suck on other men's cocks this time.

So you took some time to suck his penis.

Not to mention, your hands are cranking up and down Christian's and Jeff's cocks, your fingers and hands rotating around the shafts of their erections.

When you were finished sucking Shawn's penis, now was on to the next one, and so you pulled your face away from Shawn's crotch and swerved your face and head to Christian's this time, where you pulled Christian's dick into your mouth.

You started sucking Christian's penis as it was inside, sucking the precum that was escaping out of his slit.

You stopped masturbating Christian's cock once you were giving him a blowjob, but you removed your hand off of Christian's erection and placed it on Triple H's dick instead, since Hunter was closer nearby.

You pointed the tip of HHH's cock at your face while you masturbated it, helping jerk him off.

Since Shawn's dick was right next to your face while you gave Christian head, your hand let go of Jeff's dick (much to your dismay) but grabbed on to Shawn's penis, where you proceed to give the Heartbreak Kid a handjob and aimed the tip of his cock at your face.

Sadly, now Sean Morley can't masturbate his penis at your face unless he moves, and you can't masturbate Jeff Hardy's dick since it's not close enough to your face now.

Unless, again, Jeff Hardy moves and switches, though I doubt they want to move.

Even if they stood next to Triple H, only Jeff would be able to squeeze and fit his body in between Christian and Trips, or Christian and Shawn.

Some of Triple H's and Shawn's precum is dripping on your face and getting on it, which is what you want.

Sean Morley and Jeff Hardy are looking puzzled, turning their heads to look at each other and asking what to do.

They'll get their turns.

You're trying to get Triple H's and Shawn's precum on your face, and when you masturbated Christian Cage and Jeff Hardy, you wanted their precum on your face.

You also wanted Sean Morley's precum on your face when he masturbated on it and near it.

Since Triple H was currently in D Generation X, who we all know are infamous for their crotch chop and catchphrase which is a more vulgar term for fellatio...

Triple H carefully raised his arms and hands up high in the air, only for his hands and arms to quickly swoop and drop down until his hands formed an "x" shape above his crotch.

"Suck it!" Triple H exclaimed when his hands made that "x" shape, thrusting his crotch out when he shouted that.

Some of the wrestlers lined up next to him chuckled hearing that.

He was motioning at you to suck his penis.

Should Christian crotch chop and shout "suck it" too, even if he's not a member of DX?

While you've been busy giving head to Christian, maybe it's time you give Triple H a blowjob.

So you pulled your head away from Christian's crotch until his cock left your mouth, where you leaned your face closer to Triple H's penis until it entered inside your mouth.

Your hand let go of Triple H's dick as you began to suck it.

"Hey y/n!" Sean Morley called, which made your head turn a little bit and look at him. "Can Jeff and I move?"

You shrugged your shoulders, not saying anything due to having a penis in your mouth.

You haven't really gotten a chance to masturbate Sean Morley's penis, so maybe he can.

However, you quickly pulled your face away from Triple H's crotch so you could answer Sean's question.

"You'll get a turn" was your answer to Sean. "Be patient"

After answering Sean, your head turned back and resumed giving Triple H a blowjob.

As you were busy giving Triple H head, you were swallowing his precum.

You can't really masturbate Shawn Michaels' now since your face is turned away from his crotch, so your hand let go of it.

While you gave Triple H this blowjob, he raised his hands and arms up one more time, only to quickly drop them until his hands made a "v" shape next to his crotch.

"Suck it!" he repeated when his hands pointed a "v" shape, shoving and thrusting his crotch forward when he shouted that.

And suck it you did, listening to him.

One of your hands grabbed Christian's penis, where you proceeded masturbating his cock and pointing the tip of it at your face.

Maybe Sean Morley can pull his cock out and stand next to Hunter while Jeff and Shawn try to squeeze in tiny spaces until Hunter is standing in between them.

They're thin enough to do that.

Either way, you don't really care.

When you were finished sucking off Hunter, you then gave Sean Morley a blowjob, swallowing his precum.

As you sucked off Sean Morley, one of your hands masturbated Jeff Hardy's penis, pointing the tip of it at your face, making sure to get his precum on your face.

Jeff was the last one you gave oral sex too, swallowing his precum, and as you gave Jeff Hardy head, you masturbated Sean Morley's dick finally.

When all of these men ejaculated, you made sure to get their jizz on your face, sucking their cocks after they came.

These men felt even more relieved when they pulled their dicks out of the chain link fence, and you rubbed lotion on their cocks so they'd slip out of the holes, which they did.

These male wrestlers' penises were turning pinkish colored not just from you sucking them, but from them being wrapped around by such small silver metal tightly circulating around their shafts.

Hopefully their penises won't fall off.

Later on, when more sexy men joined the WWF, like Chris Jericho, you gave him a blowjob as his dick was stuck through one of the holes of the iconic Raw is War chain link fence.

You actually talked with some sexy male wrestlers if they could stick their dicks through the holes of the Hell in the Cell steel cage while you jack them off, have one of them in your pussy and suck them off.

An interesting idea, but...

[biggoonie]

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