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⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Pornstar!Shawn x Director!Bret ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

♡ Summary: Bret had worked a lot of odd jobs throughout his career, but he never thought his film degree would lead him to the set of a porno.

♡ a/n: This ended up being way longer than I expected, as always. AO3 link.

NSFW 🗣️🗣️🗣️

Bret was a seasoned film director in Hollywood. He’d worked numerous gigs throughout his career – commercials, sitcoms, low-budget indie films, and a short stint as a cameraman for some obscure wrestling federation in his younger years.

He’d done it all – or so he thought.

When an industry friend called one day asking him to direct a project on short notice, he wished he hadn’t broken his rule of not answering his landline on his day off.

He’d barely gotten the phone off the hook when he heard the distressed voice over the line. “Bret! Buddy! Need a huge favor. My director backed out last minute. Can you fill in?”

“What happened to your guy?”

“Fucked off to Aruba. Something about his ex trying to serve him with child support papers. Now I’m out a director! Please, Bret. I promise it’ll be worth your while.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow.”

Bret leaned a shoulder against his cheap wallpaper, pinching the bridge of his nose. He should’ve hung up right then. But work had been a little slow for him lately, and with his bills piling up, it was unwise to turn down any work.

Bret hid his sigh as he asked, “What’s it for?”

Bret almost backed out of the project himself once he learned the details. But he couldn’t turn down the money. It was almost three times the amount he made on his last project. So after a day of briefing and understanding his requirements, Bret pulled up to a discreet film lot second-guessing his life choices.

Now, Bret had worked a lot of odd jobs throughout his career, but he never thought his film degree would lead him to the set of a porno.

Red leather couches, neon lights, and a lingering smell of sex greeted him as soon as he walked through the doors. He looked like a deer in headlights as his eyes scanned the room. He was far from modest, but he wasn’t sure what to expect working in such a lewd environment.

Then his eyes landed on the star of this project – Shawn Michaels.

Shawn was one of the most popular adult film stars on the scene. Many dubbed him as porn’s ‘Golden Boy,’ a name he earned due to his beauty, charm, and onscreen performance that left his viewers lusting for more. He was a hot commodity, but his success hadn’t come without sacrifice.

Despite his profession, Shawn, in fact, did not bareback his way to the top. The rumor spread like wildfire early in his career when people speculated on his quick rise in the business. With the amount of people Shawn came across promising him roles for a quick fuck, the idea wasn’t farfetched. But Shawn liked to believe he still had a sprinkle of morals left and turned down every offer.

Instead, it took working on a handful of crappy deals, unsafe work environments, and sketchy underground projects that probably never saw the light of day for him to catch the eye of some important people. Through rounds of networking, he managed to get signed to one of the top agencies in adult entertainment, Heartbreak Talent.

With his agency behind him, Shawn rose from the underground and began working on high profile projects with some of the most popular porn stars in the business. No longer was he meeting up in some dude’s moldy basement, but rather an actual set with regulations. He began pumping out quality content and selling his own merch on the side to make more money. When he began getting invitations to attend events put together for the top stars in the business, he knew he’d reached the upper echelon of adult entertainment.

Shawn sat in his makeup chair dressed in nothing but a white robe. He never understood the need to powder his face when all he was going to do was sweat it off. But he’d long given up on trying to understand the things they did.

He trailed his fingers through his styled hair to fluff it up a bit but came to a stop when he spotted Bret’s unfamiliar face in the mirror. Fit, tan, pretty eyes, and curly brown hair? The man was gorgeous, Shawn mentally declared as his eyes tracked Bret’s movement across the room.

Shawn almost mistook him for an actor with those looks, but soon realized the attractive man was the director. Shawn was accustomed to working with the same few directors, so it was a rarity to see someone new. And luckily for him, the beautiful man was directing the final scene of his project – a three-part series centered on Shawn banging the pizza guy.

“Delivery!”

Shawn smiled as his eyes shifted to the deep voiced man walking up behind him wearing a cheap shirt with a pizza logo in the center. It was his favorite co-star, Big Dick Diesel. Favorite because working with him always felt easy and they made a lot of money together with their onscreen chemistry.

Shawn snickered, tilting his head back to peer at the man. “Glad to see you got your lines memorized.”

“It’s easy when it’s my only line along with ‘You ordered an extra large?’”

They laughed quietly between themselves. “Yeah, I’m not expecting to win any Oscars with these cheesy lines. No pun intended.”

The sound of skin slapping, leather squeaking, and exaggerated moans filled the air as Diesel jackhammered his dick into Shawn’s ass. Shawn rested against Diesel’s chest, allowing his body to be used like a toy while his eyes flirted with the camera. He gave another loud moan and threw his head back when Diesel wrapped a hand around his cock.

“Yes, big daddy. Fuck me, fuck me! Don’t stop. Fuck!”

Shawn was in his element, and though much of his onscreen performance was an act, Diesel was one of few co-stars able to squeeze a real moan out of him. But as seamlessly as the shoot was going, something had been bothering the blond. And the source was the man behind the camera.

Shawn was used to directors praising him throughout scenes, commenting on how hot he was, how great his ass looked, or how good he took dick. It was a huge boost to his ego and encouraged him to pull out more tricks for the camera. But between sucking off Diesel and riding the man’s dick into oblivion, Shawn couldn’t help but notice how quiet the new director was.

Instead of ogling over Shawn, Bret kept a straight face, only speaking when directing Shawn and Diesel to change angles. It was strictly professional, something that Shawn wasn’t used to. It had him second-guessing his performance, wondering if Bret was too nice to tell him if he was ruining the shot.

After a final hard thrust, Diesel abruptly stilled, filling his condom with cum as Shawn continued to ride him through his climax. The blond came soon after, and Bret never felt more like a perv as held the shot on the cum oozing down Shawn’s dick.

Shawn ended the scene with his last line, “How’s that for a tip,” a dopey smile plastered on his face as he gave Diesel a kiss.

Bret was gone as soon as he yelled ‘cut’, robbing Shawn of seeing his beautiful face once more. Shawn sank back into Diesel, letting out a slow breath as the man lazily wrapped his arms around him. He squinted when Diesel pulled out, never getting used to dismounting the larger man.

An assistant brought over a pair of robes, and after getting dressed they made plans to meet up at the bar later that night. Diesel was one of few people Shawn could fuck and go out drinking like nothing happened, something he cherish about their friendship.

Shawn was late to leave, choosing to freshen up at the studio since it was closer to the bar. Upon leaving the building, he was pleasantly surprised to find Bret standing on the curb waiting for his ride. Something told him to keep walking, especially because Bret seemed to be of few words. But that only made the blond that much more curious.

“Hey.” Shawn approached with a dazzling smile.

Bret was barely able to make eye contact. It felt odd having a normal conversation with the blond after seeing so much of him exposed. “Hey.”

There was a long pause that Bret didn’t seem likely to fill. Shawn shifted his feet in the awkward silence, pulling out a cigarette as a distraction. Before he could light it, he noticed Bret eyeing the stick. “You smoke?”

Bret averted his eyes. “Trying to kick the habit.”

“Oh.” Shawn swiftly put the cigarette back in the cartridge.

The conversation was drier than the Sahara desert, but that didn’t stop Shawn from shooting his shot. He moved closer to Bret, examining him with inquisitive eyes. He was cute, even cuter up close. “Have you acted before?”

Bret crinkled a brow. “No…why?”

“Oh, nothing. Just wondering why a pretty face like yours stays hidden behind the camera.”

Bret’s cheeks heated up, taken aback by the unexpected compliment. Shawn smirked, knowing he had Bret right where he wanted him.

But just then, Bret spotted his ride cruising up the street. He found his words, answering curtly, “I’m not interested in the spotlight.” Then he grabbed his camera bag, entering his brother’s brown Cadillac before it could come to a complete stop.

Shawn watched longingly as the car pulled off with even more interest in the mysterious director.

Bret eyed Shawn’s image in the rearview mirror with conflicting thoughts of his own. But his thoughts were interrupted when Owen asked blatantly, “So how’s the porn gig?”

Bret shifted his eyes from the mirror to Owen with a look of annoyance. “I really wish you wouldn’t call it that.”

“Pardon me. How’s the ‘adult entertainment’ gig?” Owen said with a shit-eating grin.

Bret sighed into his palm, wishing he hadn’t told Owen. He wanted to keep it under wraps, but with his car being in the shop, he had no choice but to let his nosy brother know why he suddenly needed a ride to an obscure location across town. The only comfort he had was knowing Owen would keep it to himself. Bret didn’t want to give his family another reason to clown him on his career choice. Though his parents were supportive, his siblings never believed he’d make it in Hollywood despite the success he’d had.

He answered flatly. “It’s a job.”

“Oh, it’s more than just a job-”

“Owen. Please. I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

“…You’re no fun.”

“Think he’s straight?” Shawn seriously asked after slamming his shot glass on the counter.

Diesel smiled into his drink, knowing the director had caught Shawn’s eye. He shrugged. “Don’t know. Makes it a whole lot more awkward he’s shooting gay porn if so.”

“He’s so cute,” Shawn blurted. Subtlety had never been his expertise. “It wouldn’t be fair if he’s straight.”

“Talk to him and find out then.”

“I tried. Getting a conversation out of him is like trying to squeeze water out of bread. It ain’t gonna happen.”

Diesel snorted. “Well, maybe that’s a good thing. You know the number one rule in the business. Never fall for y-”

“Your co-star, yes I know.” He’d learned that the hard way with Marty. “But no one ever said anything about the director, Dies.” Shawn gave a mischievous grin and Diesel could only shake his head as he ordered another drink.

Bret was asked (begged) to work on a few more projects, many of which starred Shawn. Apparently, the previous director was still on the run, and Bret’s impressive camerawork made him the top choice for a replacement.

When Shawn realized that Bret was directing more of his films, that began his mission to find any stupid excuse to talk to Bret. He likened the man to an old car’s engine. He just needed to be warmed up before running properly. They needed to get on speaking terms and he’d woo the man in no time.

He pulled out all the stops - asking Bret which angle he looked better in, asking Bret to roll the footage back after finishing a scene, and asking Bret of his opinion on outfits he should wear, even though there were stylists on set with more qualified opinions.

The process was slow and steady. Bret remained standoffish for a while, finding Shawn’s chatty nature annoying at first. But with each attempt, it seemed that Shawn was able to get a bit more conversation out of the quiet director.

Shawn draped a robe around himself as he huddled closely to the monitor. He’d just finished up a scene with another top star, Hunter Helmsley, before making his way over to Bret. “Wow. My ass looks great.”

Bret glanced sideways at the blond, rolling his eyes with the shake of his head. He hadn’t known Shawn for long, but he was quick to learn of the blond’s self-obsession. Then he noticed Shawn’s sudden frown, his eyes laser focused on the screen. “What’s wrong?”

“Can you cut that in post?”

Bret scrunched his brows, looking back at the screen that showed Shawn on his knees blowing Hunter. “Why?”

“You don’t see that? The way my stomach folds there?” He pointed towards the bottom of the screen. “It’s unflattering.”

Bret looked closely, rewinding and pausing the video to make sure he hadn’t missed anything. Honestly, Shawn looked fine. But the look in Shawn’s eyes told Bret the blond didn’t feel the same. It was an eye-opening moment for him as he realized the confident blond struggled with the image of himself.

“Shawn, I promise you it looks fine.”

Shawn gave a doe-eyed look. “Really?”

“Yes. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

Shawn looked back at the screen, finding it hard to believe. But he believed Bret was being honest. He was too blunt not to be. “Ok. I trust your opinion. Thanks, Bret.”

Shawn’s a genius. He was sure of it when he thought of a plan to get Bret alone. His agency had asked for him to submit some updated promotional photos to use on their website, and Shawn knew just who to ask for help.

Bret grew suspicious when he pulled up to the ‘set location,’ which was nothing more than Shawn’s high-rise condo. His mind raced on the elevator ride up, clashing against the slow classical music that played around him, as he speculated over the real reason Shawn invited him to his home.

Bret first toyed with the idea of it being a setup. Maybe he was going to get robbed of his expensive camera equipment. But, no. Shawn didn’t seem like the type of person to do that. Then he wondered if he had the wrong address. But that couldn’t be when the concierge had expected his arrival and pointed him to the direction of Shawn’s suite.

Once the elevator dinged, he settled on Shawn’s request being legit. He was due for new pictures, and Bret was great with cameras. Of course the blond would ask for his help. He was psyching himself out for nothing.

But when Shawn answered the door with his signature smile and messy hair, scantily clad in a see-through white silk robe with his lingerie slightly visible beneath, Bret was unsure of the blond’s intentions.

“Don’t be shy. Come in.” Shawn opened the door wider and Bret’s nose was hit with the inviting smell of his expensive cologne.

Bret entered hesitantly, but his nerves settled upon seeing the white backdrop in Shawn’s living room. When Shawn rounded him after closing the door, Bret pointed to his attire and asked, “Is this for the photoshoot?”

Shawn smirked as he walked backwards, opening his robe to reveal the white lace thong underneath. “Of course. What else would it be for?” Bret chose not to answer.

It started out innocently enough with Bret directing Shawn to flattering poses before taking a picture. But Shawn was a natural and didn’t need much direction. He knew just what his viewers would want to see.

Things took a turn when Shawn began flirting with Bret in his not-so-subtle manner. “Hey, can you pull this down a bit?”

Bret was busy looking through the photos when he glanced up to see Shawn on his knees with backside facing him. Shawn had rid himself of his robe, leaving ass cheeks exposed in his thong. He threw his head over his shoulder, waiting for Bret to take the bait.

Bret’s breath hitched before swallowing spit down his dry throat. It was funny, really. He’d seen the blond naked so many times, and in more compromising positions than the one he was currently in. But it was something about being alone in Shawn’s home that seemed so…intimate? Inappropriate? Yeah, that was it.

Or maybe Bret was thinking on it too much. The photoshoot was for porn promotional photos. It’s nothing out of the norm given the circumstances.

Bret cleared his throat. “Sure.” He set down his camera then walked over and kneeled behind the blond, unaware of Shawn’s growing smile. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of the thin fabric. “How low?”

Shawn turned his head inches from Bret’s face. “Just below the crack. Gotta leave them wanting more, you know?”

Bret gulped audibly in their close proximity, his eyes flitting between Shawn’s eyes and his lips. He was toeing a dangerous line and needed to stop himself before crossing it. “Right.” He looked away and turned his attention back to Shawn’s thong, tugging it down to Shawn’s liking.

It was hard for Shawn to hide his disappointment when Bret walked back to his camera.

Diesel knew Shawn was down bad when the blond called him over to drink at his condo that night.

Shawn nursed a bottle of Hennessy as he moped, “I don’t think he’s gay!” You’d think someone cut off Shawn’s hair the way he was in hysterics.

Diesel chuckled, “Because he didn’t fuck you as soon as he walked in?”

“Exactly!”

“Maybe he’s a gentleman.”

“Or straight, like I said.” He took another swig.

Diesel should have been more compassionate, but he thought this was hilarious. Shawn always got whatever and whoever he wanted. Always. This was the first time Shawn was so verklempt over a man not fawning over him, and frankly, Diesel thought it was a humbling experience.

“Well, I don’t think you throwing yourself at him’s the answer. Look at how long it took for him to say more than a few words to you. You’ve gotta take it slow.”

“I’ll lose a race to a turtle if I go any slower.” He flopped on the side of his couch, whining in the cushion.

Diesel rolled his eyes at the dramatic blond.

Bret sat at his desk looking through the photos he’d taken. Shawn made it seem like he needed the photos urgently, so Bret wanted to make sure he had some good ones picked out of the batch. His finger hovered on the ‘next’ button when he came across a photo that brought a tender smile to his face. It was an off-guard photo he’d taken of Shawn as the blond pulled a piece of lint out of his hair. It was a softer image of Shawn, one that wasn’t full of the lust his company wanted, but one that spoke of an innocence behind those lustful eyes. Bret thought Shawn looked prettiest this way when he wasn’t trying to put on for the camera.

Though it wasn’t obvious to Shawn, Bret was dealing with his own conflicted feelings towards him. Bret met many beautiful people in his line of work, and none of them compared to Shawn. But he knew better than to dip his toe in the water when it came to talent. He’d seen many men and women get blackballed in Hollywood as a result of onset relationships that went wrong. Bret took his career too seriously to risk it.

But he’d be lying if he said his mood didn’t lift when Shawn spoke to him. Or that he didn’t miss Shawn’s presence when he worked on projects the blond wasn’t a part of. Even if Bret didn’t have much to say, he just liked listening to Shawn talk, the blond always having an interesting story to tell.

He’d smile whenever Shawn complimented him, even more so when Shawn would shout triumphantly at the fact that he was able to will away Bret’s signature frown. There were also the few times when Shawn brushed past him and sent a wave of butterflies in his stomach that he tried to ignore. But the butterflies would soon dissipate after yelling ‘action’ and filming Shawn fucking or getting fucked by other men.

Shawn was at the top of their business for a reason. He was a showman, putting on a performance that would leave anyone watching with envy. Bret knew himself well enough to know that a fling between them wouldn’t work. He was a jealous man, something he wasn’t proud of. And with Shawn’s line of work, it would be a tough pill to swallow watching the blond share his body with someone else.

Filming Shawn with his well-endowed screen partners, like Diesel and Hunter, didn’t make Bret feel any better when he wondered if he’d be able to please Shawn all the same.

Bret set down his camera, coming to the conclusion that he needed to keep the blond an arm’s length away for both of their sakes. But that was easier said than done.

As Bret predicted, working on set with Shawn became much more difficult once feelings got involved. No matter how much he told himself to ignore it, seeing Shawn being taken by a man, sometimes multiple men at once, was hard for Bret to stomach.

It became even tougher filming rough scenes where Bret couldn’t discern if Shawn’s pain was real or part of the act. It took a mental toll on Bret because he actually cared for the guy.

There came a point where it was too much and Bret had to intervene.

“Cut! Let’s reset, guys. The lighting’s off.” Truth was Bret needed an excuse to give Shawn a break from the abuse his body endured.

His skin raised in nasty welts across his chest from the whip his screen partner, Undertaker, had been using.

“You ok?” he asked Shawn who laid on a table, breathing heavily. He seemed out of it but gave a shaky smile.

“Nothing I can’t handle.”

But that wasn’t nearly as bad as the time Shawn struggled for air as his co-star, Razor Ramon, forced his mouth down on his cock as he came, ignoring Shawn’s frantic taps on his thigh.

Bret was close to stopping filming, but just as he moved, Razor pulled Shawn’s back head, causing the blond to cough up spit and cum that hadn’t made it down his throat. What was even more bizarre was the fact that those around him seemed unphased as if they were desensitized to the brutality of what happened to Shawn.

Bret called for someone to bring over a towel and he helped clean up Shawn’s face. “I’m fine, Bret.” His voice was rough with misuse.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” He didn’t sound like it. But before Bret could further question him, Shawn grabbed a robe and left the room without another word. Bret was concerned but gave Shawn the space he clearly needed.

Bret waited for the room to clear out to address Razor. The man had just zipped up his duffle bag when Bret approached. “You nearly killed him, you know that?”

Razor turned around with a lifted brow. His accent was thick, toothpick hanging out of his mouth as he said, “Listen here, chico. I don’t tell you how to direct. So don’t tell me how to fuck. If you got a problem with it, go back to directing insurance commercials.”

He flicked his toothpick in Bret’s face before stalking out of the room.

Bret realized there was something more between him and Shawn when they began hanging out outside of work. It started as Shawn asking Bret to spot him at the gym the one time Diesel couldn’t come. Bret should’ve said no, especially with how complicated things were with Shawn. And with how left the photoshoot went, there was no telling what Shawn would pull out from his hat of tricks. But how could he turn Shawn down when begged him with those baby blues.

Surprisingly, they’d done just as Shawn asked – spotted him. Nothing more. So when Shawn began asking Bret to join him on other outings, he didn’t see any problems with it. If anything, Bret looked forward to it. It gave him a reason to get out the house and experience new things he probably wouldn’t have had it not been for Shawn, such as wine tastings and apple picking. It was something so pure about seeing Shawn get excited about finding the juiciest apple in the orchard.

Through these outings, Bret got to see a different side of Shawn that only those closest to him saw. He got to know him not as the Heartbreak agency’s sex symbol, but as Shawn the person.

Having Bret’s company meant more to Shawn than Bret could ever know. As much of a socialite as Shawn was, he had very few real friends. It could get lonely sometimes when everyone was too busy to hang out with him. But Bret always seemed to make time.

It was during a morning hike that Bret learned the most about Shawn.

They sat down at a picnic table, needing a break from their hike. Shawn chuckled as Bret tried to hide his exhaustion. He handed over his water bottle since Bret hadn’t brought his own. “Here. Drink up.” Bret cautiously eyed the bottle and Shawn said, “I promise I don’t have cooties. Scouts honor.”

Bret snorted and grabbed the bottle. He took a few sips and handed it back. “Thanks. I should’ve brought my own. Wasn’t expecting it to be so hot today.”

“Oh, please. This is nothing compared to Texas.”

“Texas?”

“The accent didn’t give it away?” Shawn snickered and took a sip of water. “I’m from Texas. Born and raised.”

“How’d you end up out here?”

“The same as most of us – the age old tale of dreaming to make it as an actor in Hollywood.” He turned his head, looking at the Hollywood sign in the distance. “Except it didn’t work out for me. Or maybe it did, depending on how you look at it. It takes a bit of acting skills to do porn, right?”

Bret had never given much thought to what Shawn did before porn, but he hadn’t expected to hear he was a struggling actor. “How’d you get into adult entertainment?”

“I was desperate for money. I’d managed to score a few commercials, but the pay didn’t even cover half of my bills. One day, I saw this ad asking for a nude male performer. I wasn’t entirely sure what the gig was for. Something about taking candid photos, but I didn’t care. I needed the 300 bucks.”

Bret’s eyes widened. “Only $300?!”

“Hey, I told you I was desperate!” Shawn laughed loudly. “If it makes it any better, they upped the pay to $500 when I agreed to have sex on camera.”

It didn’t make it any better. “And showing up to a random location for sex didn’t scare you?”

Shawn waved a flippant hand. “It was fine. The ladies were nice.”

“Ladies?”

Shawn curled a brow, entertained by Bret’s reaction. “Is that so shocking?”

“Kind of. I mean, I just thought you only did gay porn.”

“I did whatever paid the bills. It’s a shame, really.”

“There’s no shame in that.”

“You don’t think so?”

“No. You did what you needed to survive and have been fortunate enough to make a living out of it. You should be proud, Shawn.”

Bret expected that to put a smile on the blond’s face. But a somber mood came over Shawn as he looked away with a faraway look.

Shawn whispered, “If only my family thought the same.” The words left him quicker than he realized. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to get personal. Forget I said anything.”

“No, no, it’s ok.” Bret reached out a hand, breaking his arms-length rule as he placed his hand on Shawn’s shoulder. “Your family. Do they…are they not supportive?” He could relate with that.

Shawn gave a laugh that didn’t reach his eyes. “Nope…They disowned me. Dad wasn’t particularly happy to learn we had a porn star in the family.” He looked down at his hands, not wanting to see Bret’s pity.

“Oh, Shawn.” Bret rubbed his hand gently on Shawn’s shoulder in comfort. “How did they find out?”

Shawn sighed. “It’s embarrassing really. My dad’s neighbor called him over after finding a gay porn magazine under his son’s bed. I was on the cover, wearing nothing but a Christmas-themed G-string.”

Shawn had fond memories of that photoshoot. It was the first time he’d met Hunter, kickstarting their decade-long friendship. It just sucked that the memory was overshadowed by the events that followed.

“Once the secret was out, he cut off all ties with me. Said I was a cancer and needed to repent for my sins. Everyone else in the family followed suit and I haven’t spoken to them in nearly ten years.”

That was a hit to Bret’s chest. He couldn’t imagine the hurt Shawn had gone through. He had his battles with his own family, and he knew they’d have a lot of questions if they ever found out he directed porn. But he also knew his parents would never even consider disowning him. It bothered him that someone as bright as Shawn went through something so dark.

Bret scooted closer and said, “I’m so sorry you went through that, Shawn. You didn’t deserve that.”

Shawn struggled to believe that. He’d spent many years wondering why he couldn’t have gone for a normal job like his siblings. Wondering why he gave up so easily on acting when the going got tough. He brought his family so much embarrassment and shame, it was hard not to believe he deserved to get thrown out of the family. But Bret’s words brought him some comfort.

“Thanks, Bret.” He let out a breath, contemplating what he’d say next. “Since I’m being so honest, can I tell you something I haven’t told anybody else?”

“Of course.”

Shawn stalled. “I’m…I’ve been thinking about leaving the industry.” Bret’s eyes bulged at the announcement. “I know it’s crazy. Porn has done me a lot of good. It’s gotten me out of a rough place in my life and I’ll always be grateful. But,” Shawn sighed heavily.

Bret could practically feel the stress radiating off Shawn. “It’s taken its toll on you,” Bret finished for him.

Shawn looked relieved. “Exactly. I feel a little guilty saying it because I’m so lucky to be as successful as I am. But time is finite. Looks fade. And I don’t know how much longer I can depend on my appearance for money.”

Bret nodded. “That’s valid. What’s stopping you from making the jump?”

“I’m scared, Bret. I tried going the traditional route, working an honest job, but this is where it landed me. This lifestyle is all I’ve ever known. What if it’s the only thing I’m good for?”

Shawn’s eyes began to water, and Bret quickly soothed, “Hey. Hey listen to me. You’re worth so much more than this, Shawn. So much more. You’re the only one holding yourself back from making that leap. No one else is, but you. If you decide to stay in the industry, that’s fine. It doesn’t lower your worth as a person. But if you really want to leave, I will be here to support you 100%. I mean it.”

Shawn was touched, his eyes watering again from Bret’s kind words. He’d never had anyone put so much faith in him. He’d been afraid to tell his industry friends about his thoughts on leaving, knowing they’d selfishly want him to stay. And part of him thought Bret would feel the same way.

But the sincerity behind Bret’s words moved Shawn so much that he couldn’t help but kiss him in gratitude. The kiss was short, and Shawn was quick to pull away realizing what he’d done. “Shit. I’m sor-”

Bret placed a hand on the back of Shawn’s neck, pulling him into another kiss before he could finish. Bret shouldn’t be doing this. He really shouldn’t. It went against every rule of caution he set for himself. But he didn’t care that he was breaking the rules of professionalism. He didn’t care if Shawn would never be his. All he cared about was sharing this moment with a guy he’d grown to care about.

They were both breathless, eyes half-lidded when he pulled away. “I’ve been wanting to do that for some time.”

Shawn gave a bright smile as he internally celebrated. He couldn’t wait to rub it in Diesel’s face. “Me too.”

They hooked up as soon as they made it back to Shawn’s condo. The door had barely closed when Bret pinned Shawn against the door, liplocking with him until they both couldn’t breathe.

A trail of clothes was left on the way to Shawn’s bedroom, and they fell onto Shawn’s California king bed in a naked heap. If Bret was nervous about his performance, it didn’t show that night.

Shawn allowed Bret to take control, the blond responding positively to every intimate touch. Bret was so tender with him, something Shawn rarely experienced in his sex life. Every part of him was sensitive and for the first time in a while, sex didn’t feel like a job. He didn’t feel the need to perform or be over the top. He wasn’t having sex for millions of people to see, but for him and Bret only.

Every kiss, every moan, every plea for Bret to fuck him harder were all genuine. It was an intense moment for both of them, and they felt even more connected to each other when they came.

“I want to be with you.”

They both uttered those words at different times in the night – Shawn when Bret pinned him against the door, and Bret when Shawn laid on his chest dozing off in post-nut clarity.

Bonus (because idk when to stop writing lol):

🥀 Shawn doesn’t leave adult entertainment 100%. After getting with Bret, he cut out pornos entirely, but still participated in some semi-nude risqué photoshoots. He’d even posed in Playgirl one time. The crew tried so hard to get him naked, but Shawn wasn’t showing his dick to anyone but Bret. It was a good compromise. He could still show off his body but wasn’t getting fucked by other men. The money wasn’t as quick as Shawn was used to, but he still made a decent living.

🥀 The adjustment was harder for his peers more than it was for Shawn. They threw a big going away party and his friend Goldust pleaded for Shawn not to rob the world of ever seeing his perfect ass.

🥀 Shawn still got asked to make random appearances in videos, mainly by Goldust. They’d filmed many threesomes together, and the payday was always worth it. But he shut down every request as he didn’t want to risk anything with Bret.

🥀 Bret still directed porn here and there whenever his industry friend asked. But he eventually stopped when he received a short call from the man: “Hey. Our guy’s back. Turns out the kid wasn’t his. So he’ll be taking over the next project. Thanks for your help, Bret!”

🥀 Bret entertains the idea of him and Shawn making their own sextape. Surprisingly, Shawn was the hesitant one as he was no longer interested in having his intimate moments caught on camera. They tried it once, and watching the tape back made Shawn realize how hot they looked together

🥀 Out of all of Shawn’s filming partners, Bret thought Hunter was the oddest by far. Their scenes usually consisted of a mix between dad jokes and comedic sketches before blowing each other.

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rock-on-the-radio · 8 months

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💔HBK Discord💔

💔Description: hi everybody!! I feel like the fandom has been kind of dead and it’s been hard to find other mutuals to gush over our favorite wrestlers with. So I decided to make a discord so we can joke around in and share our ideas, headcanons, and RPs. :))

💔If you’re interested in Shawn Michaels, Triple H, Undertaker, Kevin Nash, Bret Hart, Chyna, D-Generation X, the Kliq, shawter, hbtaker, Kevin nash/Shawn Michaels, Bret Hart/Shawn Michaels, or any other wwf/wwe ship, then is server is for you!!

💔Please join I need more attitude era wrestling fans 😭

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Hi! For a fic request how about Shawn and Kevin (who use to date but are besties now) gossiping about how cute Shawn thinks Bret is

A one-shot where Diesel judges Shawn's taste in men.

a/n: ty for the ask! This was a treat to write

“Is it Taker?”

“No.”

“Luger?”

“I have more class than that, Kev.”

Diesel leaned on his locker; the metal creaked under the added weight. The behemoth of a man smacked his lips together, going through the list of wrestlers Shawn has ever made eye contact with. It wasn't that long a list, considering how much time Shawn spends sending kisses to his mirror reflection. He wrapped his arm around Shawn, his mind still wandering. The smaller man bumped his head on Diesel’s shoulder. “Since when was it your business to know who I like?”

“It always has been.” Shawn maneuvered his way out of his friend’s hold with a laugh; some strands of his hair clung to Diesel’s skin. The two had just finished a tag match and had retreated to the corner of the locker room. Their heads were ducked down, whispering about anyone passing their peripheral. One conversation led to another, and now Diesel was on a one-man investigation to figure out the new man Shawn was pining over.

“Is he hotter than me?” Diesel asked, his voice laced with seriousness. Shawn hummed in faux naivety. He tapped his gloved finger on his chin, lips twisted in a pout. “Absolutely.”

Diesel gasped, offended as Shawn took off his gear. “No one is hotter than Big Daddy Cool,” the older man smirked, “Except you.”

Shawn couldn’t hold his laugh back. “Naturally.” He placed his leather, zebra-patterned hat on Diesel’s head; it tipped over to one side. Diesel fixed it, tucking his stray hairs underneath the hat's band.

“Is it one of the Harts?” Diesel asked. He noticed how Shawn’s silence stretched on for a second too long. Diesel smirked, “Is it?”

Shawn shrugged his shoulders, a smirk perking up on his own lips. “Maybe.”

The heartbreak kid sat beside his friend, legs perched up on the other’s lap. “There’s no way it’s Anvil or Bulldog,” Diesel started, and Shawn nodded in agreement. “You can barely tell Keith and Bruce apart.”

In a flash, Diesel took hold of Shawn’s legs, trapping him in his grasp. “Is it Bret?” Shawn’s silence was enough for Diesel to confirm his suspicions.

He should’ve known. From how Shawn lingers in the locker room to hover beside Bret, even though his match was a few minutes away, how he tries to make small talk, asking Bret for advice. Diesel had already lost count of how many times Shawn slinked away from him in bars to be with Bret. The Hart was far from Shawn’s usual type, if Diesel were completely honest. He was the same height as Shawn, a far cry from all the taller wrestlers that Shawn was ever interested in. He was all serious, no nonsense, both in and out of the ring when surrounded by people that aren’t his family. Diesel was sure Shawn had called him a wet blanket more than once. Arrogant, stubborn, and too uptight. Diesel pursed his lips, “No way.”

Shawn braced himself for the judgment. Diesel’s nose scrunched as he furrowed his brows, “I’m way hotter than him by a mile, and that’s not just my ego talking,” Diesel continued, a playful glint in his eyes. He released Shawn’s legs and stood up, towering over his smaller friend. “I mean, I’m the total package – charisma, height, and let’s not forget these chiseled features.” He pointed at his own face with a smirk.

Shawn rolled his eyes, amused. “I think I’m starting to rub off on you.”

Diesel stood up and brought Shawn up with him. “Didn’t know you were into the brooding artist type.” He took off Shawn’s hat and placed it on its owner’s head. “Should I start wetting my hair and slathering my body with buckets of baby oil too?” he bantered.

Shawn watched as Diesel carried both of their bags. He gave the bigger man a playful shove, but that hardly did anything. “You know, Kev, you’re still my number one. No one can replace the original Big Daddy Cool.” Diesel grinned and opened the door for Shawn. “Great! Now spill it, when are you making a move?”

Shawn pretended not to hear the other man; his eyes focused on Bret, who just finished a promo. The two exchanged smiles before Shawn turned to Diesel. The taller man had a shit eating grin of his own, "Well-" “Don’t even start, Nash.”

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acecroft · 1 year

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Mike! Mikey! Hey, Ryan.

#thefollowingedit #tvedit #the following #ryan hardy #mike weston #kevin bacon #shawn ashmore #ryan x mike #m/m #mygifs #televisiongifs #cinemapix #useroptional

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84reedsy · 12 days

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Periods Suck!

Anooooon, you ain't wrong!!!

I'm sorry you're experiencing this at the moment! Not sure which is person you maybe be into, so hopefully these are a tiny distraction from your discomfort 🙏

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paracosmink-u · 12 days

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Fubuki x Someoka wip

#fanart #digital drawing #illustration #inazuma fanart #inazuma eleven #inazuma eleve go #inazuma 11 #inazuma eleven fanart #fubuki shirou #shawn froste #someoka ryuugo #kevin dragonfly #fubuki x someoka

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magnoliacharmed · 9 months

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Hard Working Man

18+, Shawn Michaels x Kevin Nash one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Tags: Stripper AU, referenced drug use, alcohol use, masturbation, condomless sex, daddy kink

Word count: 4081

Summary:

Shawn finally gets to hook up with Diesel, the security guard at his strip club.

There wasn't a mirrored surface in existence that Shawn wouldn't glance into. He was surrounded by them in his messy dressing room with the fucked up yellow lighting, he fixed his hair in the giant heart-shaped one on the stage before he started his show, he made kissy-faces at himself in the cracked one he snorted his coke off of. Shawn's eyes were always glossy and wet. Red as the spandex of his pants. His nostrils burned when the asprin-y post nasal drip trickled down his sore throat.

Shawn had spent a lot of the night yelling. It added a sort of mysterious raspiness to his voice that the strip club patrons were very fond of when he went to their booths to offer a private dance. He had the best record in the club-- never turned down, not even once. Whenever his friends hit the stage in their tiny shorts or cowboy hats, Shawn sat in the audience and cheered for them. Reaching into his jeans pocket for crumpled up cash (not the hundred dollar bill though, he needed that for later), he walked up to them and stuck the bills between their tight, shiny g-strings. What a good friend. He knew they'd do the same for him after they’d a few drinks and lines.

Of course Shawn was the main event. He was who everyone in this place even came for. Not to shit on the other boys, they did a great job too. But he and they knew who was really the big dog. They might have had bigger muscles and a fuller head of hair, sure. They didn't have the charisma , though. Shawn was all sweet smiles reflecting into that big heart under the pink lighting. A well toned body covered in oil made his few tattoos shine like bright stars. The crowd went crazy when he swung his pretty blond hair around, fluffing it and shaking it with reckless abandon. Hands reached up to paw at his hips when he rolled them. Women sighed when their lucky friend was chosen to bethe special lady Shawn grabbed the back of the head of to grind his crotch into her face. His sky blue eyes blunk heavily down at the girls looking up at him like some kind of king. Cash flittered off their fingers and into the air around him, a storm of dirty dollars clouding the smoke-filled skies of the club.

Diesel was having a hard time staying still at the display. Thank God no one was paying him any attention. His cock was at half mast under his faded black jeans watching Shawn writhe under the hot lights. An innocent little smile, the kind that said Oops, didn't mean to do that! , played perfectly across Shawn's face. Hooking his thumbs into the waist of his tights (his costume of choice was the one of a pro wrestler, which Diesel thought was a silly gimmick for a stripper), he shimmied them down just above his dick. The thick happy trail of hair leading down his stomach was blond too… Diesel's eye twitched at the sight of it. He could've sworn Shawn winked at him as he pulled the stretchy fabric down past his ass to show off the tattoo on his cheek.

The big man had only been working as security for the club for a few months and that was off and on. He had yet to work a shift with Shawn, always getting taken off the schedule or moved around at the last minute. Mean jokes were made at Shawn's expense whenever Diesel had some downtime with the other guards. Their favorite thing to call him was a sissy, but they didn't hold back from some other choice words either. Diesel never understood their vitriol. Night after night of women throwing their body and soul at your very existence? Those same women spending their whole paycheck just so you could press your dick against their inviting lips? Sounded like a dream job to him. The only reason he never got into it was his general clumsiness. He had the look for it but no rhythm or dancing skills. Some of the women he checked the IDs of had begun to call him Big Sexy. The drunker ones ran their hands over his big arms and asked when he'd take the stage. Diesel shooed them away with a smile, convincing them to go throw their money at someone who deserved it.

"Shawn's not a sissy 'cause he strips, man," One of the other guys rolled his eyes at Diesel's obvious lack of interest. "You see anyone calling Hunter a sissy? Or Ken?"

Diesel shrugged. Honestly he wasn't trying to involve himself in the gossip. This was just an easy job for him to make some extra money from. He didn't come here with the goal of making friends. The biggest perks were his two shift drinks and the occasional pussy that got thrown at him. If he got a drinking buddy out of it too it was a win for him. He hoped it wouldn't be one of these security jackasses though.

"He's a sissy 'cause he doesn't give a fuck about the ladies. All that twisting and grinding is for the guys. You've seen some of them out in the audience right? Ray on the other shift says that sometimes he'll see him set up private dances on his off time." The guard shivered at the revelation that other men would be present at a male strip club.

"What, so Shawn's gay?"

Another guard piped in. “He says he's bi. Do you believe that?"

Diesel spent the rest of the night chewing on it. Shawn liked men too, huh. Diesel himself had ventured with the same sex a few times. The experiences were pretty good. Good enough to try it again. Especially with someone as pretty as Shawn. This job was paying too well for him to shit where he ate by fucking him, though. The blond was a wreck of a person from what he heard from the bartenders. Because he was the top earner, the owner of the club let him do whatever he wanted. Shawn took advantage of his status by showing up smashed beyond all belief. Somehow he managed to pull it together by the time he had to perform. The more Diesel thought about it, he realized that the sex would probably be mind-blowing between him and Shawn. He was prone to having soft spots for those who were a little damaged.

The pendulum between a secure job and a good orgasm swung around in Diesel's mind for the next couple of hours. It had been so long since he'd earned a steady paycheck. Knowing he could pay his landlord on time took a ton of weight off his shoulders. But Shawn… the pendulum was all out of whack. He had to get over this.

When Billy Gunn approached him in a not-so-subtle way to spend some time together in the bathroom stall, he strongly considered taking him up on the offer. Billy was pretty in his own elusively open way. Diesel had to admit that the glittering gem in his belly piercing was enticing, along with his easygoing smile and tall frame. He opened his mouth to tell Billy to give him a five minute lead when Shawn bounded up to them with a skip in his step, waves of his hair floating around his face like strands of old gold. He had changed into his street clothes, a pair of tight jeans and a well fitting white t shirt. Billy immediately knew he'd fallen out of favor. He'd catch Diesel next time.

"Hi, big man." That thousand watt, pilled out smile spread wide on Shawn's face. Diesel heard the hint of an accent in his voice… maybe Texan? He took in the sight of him in all of his fidgety golden retriever glory. Even in the dim back area of the club Shawn was still shining bright.

"Billy, I think McMahon is looking for you."

Shawn blinked rapidly with big doe eyes at Billy like he was only stopping by to relay the news. A note of finality in his voice told a different story. Tonight wasn’t the night to start a fight over it all, so Billy instead rolled his eyes and left to get his shift drink. Keeping Shawn happy was for the best of everyone in the club. He and Billy had their little arguments, never anything serious. Even though Shawn was the troublemaker most of the time, somehow it always ended up with him pouting and tearing up at Billy for being oh-so-mean to him. It only took a Shawn grabbing his dick and whining I promise I won’t be a jerk again, baby in that drawl of his for Billy to forgive him.

The dynamics between Shawn and Billy caused Diesel to spare a few extra glances at Billy while he left. Another lewd image wormed its way through Diesel’s mind-- Billy and Shawn on their knees taking turns sucking him off.

Shawn shook Diesel out of his fantasy when he noisily released suction from the cherry lollipop he'd been sucking on and dropped it into his glass of vodka. Swirls of red food coloring hung suspended in the alcohol like blood in the ocean. Diesel wondered if he was supposed to be the shark as he stared at Shawn’s crimson tinted lips.

"Good job out there, Shawn. The ladies loved it."

"They always do." Shawn took a sip from his demonic looking concoction. "Want some? I promise I don't have the cooties."

Diesel couldn't help but to laugh. Shawn was being extra cute towards him. It only made him harder and more confused at what he should do. Still leaning towards fucking his brains out, Diesel took the glass and swallowed a bigger gulp than he wanted to. He tried not to react to the burning liquid as he handed the glass back to Shawn, but he still elicited a giggle out of him by tearing up.

"A big guy like you can't handle his liquor?" Shawn was on the verge of sounding maniacal. Despite this clear and obvious warning sign to stay away from him, Diesel kept his eyes locked onto his lips while he drank down the rest of the liquid.

"I can handle it. But what I wonder is if you can handle me?"

Diesel reached down to readjust his now painfully stiff cock in his pants. It was supposed to look casual, like it was just so big he had to do that sometimes. Shawn was smart enough to catch the hint, thankfully. He tilted his head to one side, eyes widening at how much of a handful Diesel took of himself. Caution wasn't thrown into the wind, it was launched like a fucking rocket.

"Wow… " Shawn moved in closer to Diesel. Heat radiated off the two men and made the already sweltering air of the club even warmer. Scents of body oil, sweat, and cologne all mixed together into something that Diesel wished he could bottle up and carry around with him as a pick-me-up. "Does that mean what I think it does?"

"What do you think it means, Shawn?"

Diesel's voice was very low. This “so stupid it was adorable” act Shawn put on got him going way more than he liked to admit. Especially because he could tell it wasn't who he really was. It was just a sweet little persona he liked to throw on for the customers. And Diesel was in the mood to be a customer tonight.

"It means, hmm…" Shawn tapped his finger against the scruff on his chin. He didn’t particularly like the way it felt, but it got him extra cash from the women whenever he grew it out. "It means you want to fuck me."

God, yes.

It only took a couple of minutes for Shawn to slam back another double shot of vodka then pull Diesel's large figure back to his dressing room. After who knows how many drinks, snorts, puffs of weed and popped pills, Shawn was still managing to stand steadily. The only telltale sign that he wasn’t sober was his words beginning to run into each other. He dragged his hands all over the expanse of Diesel's pecs. His mouth was moving a mile a minute about… something. It was hard for Diesel’s brain to keep up with the way Shawn's touch was lighting him on fire.

"I knew you wanted me! I saw the way you looked at me when I was on stage, I did that just for you daddy, I'm all yours tonight, you gonna give me something I can feel?"

Diesel planted a rough kiss on Shawn's waiting lips. He needed him to be quiet for just a second so he could compose himself. The energy coming from him was overwhelming in the best possible way. Along with being a good dancer, Shawn was also an excellent kisser. He pressed his body into Diesel, his own erection rubbing against the bigger man's. A small gasp caught in his throat at the sensation. Shawn wrapped his arms behind Diesel's neck and melted at being pressed so tightly. He nuzzled into his neck to leave a kiss on his sensitive skin, then reached up to smack one on the curvature of his jawline. It made Diesel’s brain flip up and down and his cock throb.

Shawn released himself from the kiss slowly, as if he was memorizing every little thing around him to store away for later. He looked like he'd been fucked already. The reddening of his cheeks would be cute in any other moment, but now it looked very inappropriate. Doubly so when Diesel wrapped his large hand gently around Shawn's neck. Scratchy stubble prickled against his calloused palm. As soon as Diesel's hand rested on his delicate flesh, the delirious smile returned right to Shawn's face. Harder, harder, harder.

"You gonna get rough with me, daddy?"

“Maybe. You’ll just have to wait and see. Why don’t you give me a show first?”

Shawn eagerly pushed Diesel to sit on the cracked leather of the dressing's room couch. Total excitement consumed his being as he lowered himself down into his lap. It'd been a long time since he'd been fucked, really fucked. Diesel was the type of guy who could give that to him the way he liked it. With a less than graceful movement, Shawn unzipped his jeans. To Diesel's surprise, he was going commando. Immediately he wondered why he was so shocked. He’d just got off the stage after being a huge fucking flirt. Of course he'd want as much access to his dick as possible. It sprang from the form-fitting denim to bob in the air obscenely. Diesel was relatively content to let Shawn stroke himself in front of him until he came. Shawn’s lips parted into a perfect O-shape, his eyes dreamily blinking while he twisted and pulled at his cock.

“I need you, Kevin.” Shawn breathed into the stuffy air of the room.

“How do you know my real name?” Diesel didn’t really care that he knew. Really he wanted to hear Shawn moan it again and again, all night long. He wanted to hear him yell it, or have him crying and begging it all muffled into the couch.

“I have my ways. Some of your boys are real big fans of mine, despite what they may say.” Shawn continued stroking but slowed down to really give Diesel a show. He made sure to store the memory away of Diesel’s destroyed, screwed up expression.

“They’ll be jealous of me, then. Raise up just a little.”

Diesel’s hand came to rest on Shawn’s ass to gently lift him up. It was hard for him to even focus on pulling down the zipper of his jeans with the way Shawn looked above him. He was just so… pretty . Diesel had never seen a man like him before.

The hitch in Shawn’s breathing when Diesel pulled his cock out was a real ego boost. He abruptly stopped stroking to stare down at how heavy it was.

“It’s so big.”

Shawn fidgeted around to fully pull off his jeans and throw them on the floor. Now Diesel could finally rest his hands on the taut muscles of his ass. Shawn giggled when Diesel’s cock twitched as he grinded his body forward.

“You’re driving me crazy, Shawn.”

“Not yet I’m not. You’ll see just how crazy I can drive you.”

Shawn leaned forward to wrap his arms around Diesel’s neck. Their cocks rubbed against each other with one long stroke from the movement, causing Diesel to grab onto Shawn tighter. Shawn’s hair fell around both of their faces like a curtain. Thin streams of the awful yellow light from the ceiling peeked through to cast shadows across Diesel’s face.

“Can I get another kiss, daddy?” Shawn whispered down into his ear.

Diesel was embarrassed at how easy he was. Those few words alone were enough to make him leak out onto his shirt. He was pretty sure that stain wasn’t coming out in the wash. His hand freed itself from Shawn’s ass to rest against his head and push him in for a kiss. This time it was feverish with Shawn reaching into Diesel’s thick brown hair to steady himself. His mouth still tasted like the dregs of his vodka and cherry candy cocktail. Diesel was distracted enough to not react in time to Shawn reaching back to press the head of his cock against his hole. His whining from above made Diesel want to push it all inside of him at once just to see if he could take it. He wanted to— no, he had to see Shawn speechless.

“Do you have any lube?” Diesel choked out.

Shawn twisted his body around to reach for the partially filled bottle of lube on the couch’s side table. He quickly squeezed some of the cool liquid onto his index and middle finger, then pushed his two fingers inside him. His eyes fluttered beautifully at the feeling, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing would be enough in comparison to being filled up by Diesel. Just as Diesel was beginning to feel like he would come before he even got inside of him, Shawn removed his fingers and lined up against the head of his cock once more.

“God, I’ve been waiting for this,” Shawn murmured as he lowered himself down onto Diesel. His eyes shut and his mouth fell open as he was stretched out by the thickness of his cock. When his eyes opened back up, Diesel knew he got exactly what he needed. Shawn was at a loss for words and already looking fucked out. He was sure he was looking pretty fucked out too; the show Shawn had put on had almost put him over the edge a couple of times already. Now here he was bouncing on top of him, palms pressed against Diesel’s knees so he could lean back for better control. His cock bobbed around and hit his stomach with every roll of his hips against Diesel while his hair flew around him from the increasing movement.

The springs of the couch squeaked uncomfortably below Diesel and Shawn. Along with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the only noises in the room came from Shawn. He couldn’t help but moan loudly, as if he was purposely trying to let everyone know what was going on in the room. Diesel hoped to be a little more discreet… but fuck it. Shawn was worth his business being exposed. Sweat poured down the both of them as Diesel continued to rut hard into him.

“Fuck— fuck— fuck!” Shawn’s voice raised an octave every time Diesel pushed against his prostate. He moved inside of him fast and hot and Shawn felt like he was being absolutely split open. It was exactly what he needed after a long night of working. He was beginning to come down from the coke and was in need of another Soma. Diesel’s cock pushed those feelings away for the time being, the most beautiful and perfect distraction one could ask for.

Shawn’s hand rushed to return to stroking himself. Diesel couldn’t take the view of him twisting his hand around his length, thumb pressing against the slit of himself while he pushed himself up and down above him. It was like being presented with a buffet full of desserts… too many sweet options to choose from. Tears squeezed out of Shawn’s eyes and rolled down his blushed cheeks as his hips began to stutter. He was even more gorgeous when he cried, a realization that made Diesel’s stomach feel funny. It was as if Shawn really was an angel with the way the light haloed around his hair and reflected in his eyes.

“Stop— stop crying, fuck.”

“I can’t help it, daddy. You feel so good,” Shawn’s words were slurred and his smile was lopsided. The room was beginning to spin from the vodka and his rapidly approaching orgasm. He used the last of his strength to slow down and grind deeply into Diesel, matching the pace of his hand pulling against himself. Putting on a show was half the fun of sex, anyways. Sometimes he got more pleasure out of turning people on than he did from fucking. Luckily for him, he got to do both with Diesel.

Diesel threw his head back to squeeze his eyes shut. He couldn’t take it anymore. It only took one last drawn out whimper from Shawn to make him shoot off inside of him. Shawn gasped at the feeling of his come painting his insides and began to ride with a fervor again. Just as the last of Diesel’s come flooded him, Shawn came. Pearly white ropes painted his lower stomach and abs while he continued to chase after Diesel’s orgasm. His muscles ached like crazy from all the riding. Diesel slowly dragged him off his worn out body and watched as the come leaked from his tight hole and back down onto his own dick. It truly was a sight to behold, a sight Diesel would never ever forget.

“Goddamn, Kevin. Goddamn.”

Shawn took deep, rasping breaths as he ragdolled onto the couch. Diesel opened his eyes to look over at him splayed out. Goddamn was right. What was he so worried about? Fucking Shawn wouldn’t cause any disruptions for him at the club. It’d only make the job more exciting. So he was kind of crazy. Maybe a little manipulative. Definitely an egomaniac. But he was fun and he knew how fuck. Diesel could work around the rest.

“Will you take me home tonight? I don’t wanna be all alone out there in the dark.” Shawn crawled up back into Diesel’s lap. He caressed his chest and poked his bottom lip out cutely.

“You really know how to put on a show don’t you?”

Shawn’s hearty laugh was comforting to Diesel’s ear. The spell was broken.

“This is why I like you, man! You know when I’m just playing around.” He pulled his hair back into a loose ponytail and grabbed up his jeans off the floor. It was almost time for Diesel to clock out. He didn’t want to hear shit from the boys and definitely not from McMahon about where he’d been for the last half hour, so he had to find a way to get out as quietly as possible.

“Seriously though. Come home with me after your next shift.”

Shawn winked as he smoothed out his shirt. It was definitely a demand and not a request. It was his world, so he always got what he wanted. Diesel’s legs were still liquified beneath him. Shawn was the one who’d done all the work and still managed to get back on the move faster than him.

“You think Billy’s still around? Gotta go apologize to him.” Shawn rolled his eyes and stopped out of the room before Diesel could even start to answer. For a man who was on the verge of screaming just minutes ago, Shawn’s voice seemed even deeper than it was earlier. It must have been for Billy’s sake as another layer of their weird relationship.

Diesel sighed. Maybe Shawn would be a problem after all.

#shawn michaels x kevin nash #kevin nash #shawn michaels #wrestling #wrestling smut #wwe smut #wrestling fanfic #magnoliafanfic

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sleepy-achilles · 2 years

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Gays

That's all.

#wwe #wwf #shawn michaels #the undertaker #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #kevin nash #shawn x diesel #diesel x shawn #kevin x shawn #shawn x kevin #two dudes with attitudes #undertaker x shawn x kevin #my loves #i love hunter #dont get me wrong #but taker x shawn x kevin will always have spot 1 in my heart

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joearlikelikeswrestling · 11 months

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#Kevin Nash #Diesel #Shawn Michaels #X Pac #Scott Hall #wcw #WWF #nwo #impact wrestling #tna

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rainchyna · 2 years

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๑ ˚ ͙۪۪̥◌𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐐˖ ࣪ . ִֶָ𓂅

warnings! [ language, fem!reader]

— it all started because shawn and kevin didn't want to go to catering by themselves. you and shawn were supposed to be hosting 'heartbreak hotel' together for a love angle, with kev being the cool, cartoonishly evil bodyguard but vince pulled the plug suddenly, like he always does. however, you and the boys remained close.

— “hey y/n are you free?” “yeah, until four” “lets go get food then!”

— just friends being bros, getting lunch or whatever. all three of you were met by your favourite 6"7 bad guy , scotty, a guy who was wearing a bandana so low it was at his eyebrows and a and guy with golden blond hair. you sat at the table table trying your hardest to remember the other two guys' name “holy hell, where did vince get that?!” bandana boy whisper-yelled and shawn held your shoulders with a big smile, seemingly showing you off, “y/n, i think you've met sean and hunter before” kevin said, making you mentally relax as you almost called them 'sam and hank'. “dude, you wanna come sit with us?” hunter asked. "well im already here"

— sean and hunter were really cool! you had met them before at house party shawn was hosting, they were pretty sweet boys, you liked them, but you rarely came across them after that until today.

— all six of you began hanging out more regularly because it was easy for you to be together. you were always either with shawn and kevin or with scott, and those three were always with the other boys.

— you and shawn were close, always were forever will be. he felt this sense of sheer protectiveness over you all the time, not because you were the sweetest princess, but also you were the youngest in the friend group and he's seen some of the roster, and people from outside, hit on you and it has made you uncomfortable, so naturally his protectiveness was through the roof. he also really, genuinely cares for you :( you were one of the first people he became friends with when arriving to the wwf (/wwe).

— kevin was your car on legs, being seven feet tall means that he can get anywhere faster because he was 80% legs. mans just throws over his shoulder and he's ready to go. bag, keys, wallet, y/n, phone, okay let's go. kev was the friend who would make the conversation funny, and out of nowhere too, it will always catch you off guard because you'd be ranting about something serious and he suddenly cracks a joke or makes a pun and you're like ??? bro, that kinda got me you're funny but like ??? is also very protective, uses his size to scare those you don't like away.

— "take your vitamins if you wanna be tall like me" "kevin, if you bring up how i'm shorter than you again, we will fight"

— hunter sometimes brings out the logical side of you, he's usually the one who remains sober when the other boys and shit face drunk or high, making you the parents if the group. but when he does want to do some outta pocket shit, it is the real outta pocket. "what if we got naked, drenched our selves in olive oil and tanned on your roof of your house?" "what the fuck hunter- would that turn us into human barbeque?" he can be really logical sometimes, he just prefers not to be. threatening him with stealing stephanie from him all the time. he's very soft, vewy vewy gentle, mans knows that he's a giant and doesn't want to hurt you, he once stepped on your toes in accident and almost cried about it. "hunt, i'm not hurt-" "i :'( stepped :'( on :'( your :'( toe :'("

— sean was a hooligan, but god did you love him. he's the type to be sitting down, but if you take your eyes off of him for a second, he's suddenly running around with a knife ?? like can you sit down for ONE SECOND PLS, he has this habit, when he sees someone trip (usually, almost always hunter) or some shit, he looks at you, then back at them, then at you again. then both of you try to stay as quite as you can even though it's so painfully obvious that you're laughing at that person. and hunter's like "wow y’all are hilarious 😀” and sean’s like “i know 🤠”. despite being the most chaotic one of the group, he’s the actually the one you tend to look for when you need advice, he can be really goofy one moment then be really serious the next moment. “just trust me, you know. sometimes it’s the way things go, but hey don’t take this too seriously my advice might ruin your life. love you <3”

— scott was an absolute dream boat, you've always loved him. he was charismatic, he was funny, he had this charm to him that made him irresistible and was a real sweetheart. he was really, really great. he was a literal friend, the type who so loyal it's stupid. oh, someone has a gun to your head that they'll shoot unless you rap tupac's whole discography? he's suddenly the biggest tupac stan. but you get where I'm going with this. he's the one that you can depend on through thick and thin.

what scott loved about you was how you stuck by him through his troubled time with maintaining a healthy body and staying clean, you never judged him for anything that he did and always stayed by him and encouraged him to be a better version of himself, and there’s nothing that he appreciated more.

— while you weren’t the most involved in backstage politics, the boys were balls deep in it. your push to the top of the card was one everyone saw coming because regardless of if you were heel or face the fans were always behind you, however once your became close with the boys you were cemented as the female face of the company and consistently had titles on you. “any idea why i became the champ tonight-” “no what..? i don’t know what you’re talking about”

—all of them will hold you hostage unless you do their hair. especially scott.

“-but this side looks nicer than this one!”

“ take that toothpick out of your mouth so i understand what you’re saying!”

— you used to make fun of shawn’s mullet before the front grew out. “who lives in a pineapple under the sea-” “shut the fuck up”

— gossiping with scott and kevin on the phone when they went to wcw. “-no seriously, vince is bringing in fake versions of y’all”

“you’re lying”

“deadass bro, he showed them to me”

— while talent backstage hated the kliq, everyone loved you. you weren’t a raging asshole who’s constantly in fights, to them you were an angel hanging out with goons. and whenever something goes down everyone is looking at the boys sideways while you’re totally innocent in their eyes. even taker pretends he doesn’t see you when they’re pulling they’re usual bullshit.

— hanging out with them just feels like a fever dream honestly.

— 444/10, great friends highly recommended

#rainchyna #wwe #wwf #wwe headcanons #shawn michaels #sean waltman #scott hall #kevin nash #triple h #wwe shawn michaels x reader #sean waltman x reader #scott hall x reader #kevin nash x reader #triple h x reader

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dilanmoodboards · 11 days

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I’m doing a Kevin+Shawn moodboard and found this pic and decided i had to share it for all your shipper needs

#wwe #wwf #shawn michaels #dx #hbk #d generation x #diesel #kevin nash #the kliq

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tameodesza · 4 months

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Stripped

˖⁺‧₊˚✦ Summary: Shawn does a promo nearly naked and it leaves Kevin hot and bothered.

˖⁺‧₊˚✦ a/n: Smut for smut’s sake. Thought of this after making this gif set. AO3 link

Razor Ramon had been crowned the WWF Intercontinental Champion during Shawn’s suspension, but Shawn was willing to do anything to prove that he was the real champion.

It had been his idea to do his promo scantily clad, of course, thinking it was a clever way to emphasize that he’d never been stripped of his title. That and he knew Kevin would be watching.

Kevin was full of indecent thoughts as soon as he saw the blond come out in nothing but a white towel. And hiding his lust had been no easy feat with Shawn gallivanting around the locker room in his loosely tied towel, exposing those tanned thick thighs with no effort.

He’d almost lost his will when Shawn sat spread eagle on the edge of the couch during his interview, his towel not leaving much to be seen. Kevin tried not to fall into the trap, knowing that Shawn was just putting on a show probably hoping to get a rise out of the older man. But it was working, that much being evident by the very hard problem growing between his legs.

As the promo ended, Kevin couldn’t throw the camera crew out of their locker room quick enough.

Shawn was still admiring his beauty in the vanity mirror when he was suddenly turned around and hoisted up into Kevin’s arms. His yelp was cut off by Kevin’s lips abruptly smashing against his own. Shawn returned the kiss with a triumphant smirk, wrapping his arms around Kevin’s neck and his legs around his waist.

Kevin’s tongue ravenously battled Shawn’s as he set the blond down onto the edge of the vanity table, clumsily knocking over Shawn’s expensive collection of shades and earrings. But Shawn didn’t care about the items as he brought Kevin closer with his legs, dry humping the man as they made a mess of themselves – heavy breathing, lip biting, hair pulling, and light moans filling the air.

Shawn’s arrogance slipped away as Kevin dominated him. It was almost funny how in front of the cameras, everyone seemed to think Shawn called the shots. But they both knew who truly ran the relationship behind closed doors.

Kevin pulled away from the kiss with a tug of Shawn’s bottom lip, panting, “You’re such a tease.”

Shawn’s eyes were half-lidded as he innocently answered, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“The only thing you’re stripped of is your clothing, huh?”

Shawn leaned back on his hands, grinning, “Was only stating the obvious.”

“Oh, were you now? But you still have this on.”

He eyed Shawn’s towel which looked like it was hanging on for dear life in Shawn’s disheveled state. Kevin placed his hands on Shawn’s knees, slowly spreading his legs wider to reveal more of his thighs. Shawn’s flexibility allowed him to widen his legs almost to a split, only being stopped by the table pressing against his legs. With the towel now pooled at Shawn’s hips, Kevin was pleased to see the tent poking under it.

Shawn watched with eager eyes, biting his lip before saying, “I do, don’t I? Maybe we should fix that.”

Kevin rubbed his hands up Shawn’s thighs, stopping at the edge of the towel. He lifted it to reveal Shawn’s hardening cock, saying in awe “You really went commando.”

He knew he shouldn’t have been surprised, but he thought the blond would’ve at least had the decency not to risk flashing his dick on live TV.

“Turns you on, doesn’t it?”

It did, and Shawn knew it.

Instead of answering, Kevin kneeled before the blond, his head disappearing under the towel as he brought his lips to the head of Shawn’s cock. Shawn fully hardened at the sensation, his breath hitching as Kevin’s tongue flicked across the tip. Kevin placed a hand at the base of Shawn’s cock, stroking it halfway up as his mouth traveled halfway down.

“Mm, Kev. Oh, yeah,” Shawn moaned. It wasn’t everyday that Kevin graced him with a blowjob, and it was a shame because that tongue did wonders.

Kevin kept a steady pace for some time, working Shawn up until the blond was desperately grinding his hips up into his mouth. He gave a long hard suck as he pulled off of Shawn’s cock, using the mixture of his saliva and Shawn’s precum as lube as he stroked the entirety of the blond’s cock.

He sat back, coming face-to-face with Shawn’s puckered hole. “Look at you. All nice and clean for me. Confident I’d eat your ass today?”

“I was hoping,” Shawn struggled to say clearly through strained breaths.

But all clarity was gone as he felt Kevin’s wet tongue lap at his entrance before entering the tight ring. He pushed his tongue in and out, fucking Shawn skillfully as he continued to jack him off.

“Mmmh, yeah. Like that, big daddy. Please. Keep doing that, please,” he begged. And boy did Kevin like when he begged.

Kevin’s tongue continued to explore Shawn’s hole as he quickened the pace of his hand on Shawn’s cock. Meanwhile, he brought up his other hand to pinch at one of Shawn’s perked nipples. Shawn’s legs trembled in overstimulation, a low whine being heard in the mess of slick sounds in the room.

Shawn lifted up the towel and ripped it off, revealing Kevin’s dark head of hair between his legs. But when he went to take off the belt, Kevin stopped him. “Leave it.”

And Shawn swore his dick twitched just at the thought of getting fucked wearing the Intercontinental belt.

After Shawn’s obedient nod, Kevin brought his tongue back to Shawn’s clenching ass, causing Shawn to groan in satisfaction. He brought a hand to the back of Kevin’s head, shoving his tongue deeper inside. He thought it couldn’t get any better than that until Kevin suddenly inserted a finger along with his tongue.

Shawn gasped as he threw his head back, accidentally banging it against the vanity mirror. “Ah! Daddy-” Shawn’s words were failing him and he knew he wouldn’t last long like this.

But he wanted more. He needed more.

He tried to put more force behind Kevin’s head to keep him inside, but it was the taller man who reminded him who was in control when he removed his hand from Shawn’s cock to grab onto Shawn’s wrist, holding it down to the table.

Kevin removed his mouth from Shawn’s ass, continuing to finger the blond as he wrapped his mouth around Shawn’s dick, deep throating him to the best of his ability.

“Oh, fuck!”

Kevin nearly choked when Shawn brought his free hand to the back of his head, lowering him further onto his cock. Kevin removed his hand from Shawn’s ass, gripping the blond’s wrist and holding it down. Shawn whined, now defenseless as Kevin pinned both of his hands down to the table.

Kevin slid his mouth off of Shawn before standing, placing his forehead against Shawn’s as he whispered, “That’s not very nice, Shawn. You’re being greedy.”

Shawn seemed to be barely there, his eyes glazed over in a daze. “I’m sorry, big daddy. You just feel so good. Please, let me have you. I need you. Please, daddy.”

Kevin smiled gently at Shawn being right where he wanted him – a mess of himself, begging, forehead shining from sweat, eyes glistening half-lidded. He was puddy in his hands. To top it all off, there sat the WWF belt reflecting off of Shawn like diamonds. He was gorgeous, and Kevin had half the heart to not deny the blond any longer.

He gave Shawn a light peck before letting go of Shawn’s wrists. He brought Shawn’s legs up, bending them at the knee and bringing them towards Shawn’s chest until the blond’s feet rested on the table.

Kevin let out an unsteady breath at the sight. “Shit, you look so sexy. Spread your legs wider. Stay just like that for me,” he instructed, leaving Shawn fully exposed in nothing but his championship belt.

He went to his bag to retrieve the lube he always kept on hand. But with as desperate as Shawn seemed, he guessed there wouldn’t be much prep needed.

Kevin unzipped the front of his pants, not even bothering to take them off as adjusted himself to pull his dick from his briefs through the opening of his jeans. He slathered himself up, darkening his jeans as a bit of the lube got onto them in his haste.

He stroked himself with one hand as he prepped the blond with the other, his lubed fingers stretching Shawn as much as needed.

“Mmph, daddy please. Please hurry before I come,” Shawn warned, his cock oozing precum. He was right on the edge but was trying his best to hold back.

“Patience,” Kevin whispered, continuing to properly stretch the younger man.

After finding Shawn’s sweet spot, the younger man crying out as he threw his arms around Kevin’s shoulders, Kevin removed his finger and replaced them with his cock. He caught Shawn’s lips as the blond gasped at the intrusion, drinking up the moans Shawn let out in his mouth.

There was no holding back for either of them after that. Kevin jutted wildly into Shawn, the vanity mirror knocking against the wall in tune with every thrust. Shawn moaned loudly, uncaring of who could hear through the thin walls of the locker room. If anything, he hoped someone could hear how well his bodyguard was fucking him, wishing they could be as lucky as Shawn.

Shawn watched as Kevin’s dick disappeared and reappeared from his hole, how his stomach muscles contracted with every thrust. And as Shawn saw Kevin’s sweat dripped down onto the gaudy belt around his waist, he thought this was singlehandedly the hottest thing they’d done together – and that’s saying a lot.

Shawn brought them closer with his legs, clinging onto Kevin like a koala to a tree, feeling his dick press between Kevin’s stomach and the WWF belt. Shawn’s eyes rolled back as Kevin’s strokes grew shorter, the man rapidly rolling his hips into the blond.

Shawn wrapped his legs tighter around Kevin, grinding up to meet his thrusts, which sent him over the edge. “Fuck, Kevin! Fuck me! I’m about to-”

He gave a loud yell as he came in spurts, his come landing on the belt and smearing between him and Kevin as the older man continued to pound into him. Kevin soon followed behind, going still as he came hard into the blond.

Kevin dipped his head into Shawn’s neck, both men struggling to catch their breaths. As they both came down, he rubbed a gentle hand along Shawn’s back, signaling that they were done. It was a nonverbal cue he’d learned to do long ago back when Shawn felt like he needed to prove himself to whoever it was that he was screwing. They’d come a long way to get Shawn to understand that sex was a two-way street.

Kevin lifted his head, pressing it onto Shawn’s as he caressed the blond’s cheek. Shawn’s eyes fluttered open, still a bit hazy as Kevin asked, “You good?”

Shawn gave a lazy smile as he nodded. His smile widened when he looked down to see the streak of white contrasting against the gold on his belt. “We made a mess.”

“You made a mess,” Kevin chuckled. “But as always, I’ll be there to clean it up.” He swiped a finger across the belt, gathering a layer of come before licking it off with a smirk. “Now it’s clean.”

Shawn stood corrected – Kevin licking his come off the WWF belt was single handedly one the hottest things he’d seen.

Kevin grabbed Shawn’s towel to clean up the remaining come from the belt before moving to clean Shawn’s entrance. He helped Shawn sit into a more comfortable position as the blond said, “The office is going to kill us if they ever found out about this.”

Kevin wiped himself, coyly answering, “Won’t stop us from doing it again, will it?”

“Nope,” Shawn snickered. “Hey, I was thinking. After this whole run as Intercontinental Champion, we should try for the tag belts.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Wouldn’t it be hot if we both fucked in our belts?”

Kevin snorted at the idea, but he knew Shawn was being serious, especially with the daydreamy look he was giving. And the blond was always one to one-up himself.

Kevin folded the towel to a dry spot, using it to dab at the sweat along Shawn’s hairline. He pulled Shawn into a soft kiss, whispering, “Let’s just focus on you being IC champ first.”

#divider cr: @h-aewo #shawn michaels #kevin nash #kevin nash x shawn michaels #big daddy cool diesel #kevinshawn #wwf #wwe fanfiction

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