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dirtywrestling · 7 months

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Hateful Lovers - Pete Dunn (18+)

Pairing: Pete Dunne x Female!Reader

Summary: You can't stand Pete and Pete can't stand you. What happens when you two are booked in the same hotel room together for one night?

Warnings: 18+, Enemies to Lovers, Reader is a tease, Pete lowkey an ass, Cussing, Cream pie, Smut, Minors DNI

Word Count: 4,995

Based On: This Imagine

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Your back collided with the tough mat as Bailey gave you a Russian leg sweep, the breath knocking out of your lungs. “You forgot to exhale.” Bayley pointed out as she noticed the sharp exhale noise you did.

“I’m fine.” You called out to her as Bayley started to get up, she grabbed you by the hair, getting you onto your feet.

Bayley grabbed your left forearm, pushing you back towards the ropes to give you an irish whip. As you were being thrown away from the ropes and towards the other side, you heard the heavy entrance door shut, echoing throughout the arena. Too much in your mind you hit the ropes and rushed towards Bayley, giving her a shoulder tackle.

Bayley’s back collided with the mat as she took the bump. “Oh yeah, she doesn’t want any of this!” You cockily said to the invisible fans trying to rile ‘them’ up but it was mostly for your entertainment.

Since it was a Thursday evening and tomorrow night for Smackdown was in Tampa, Florida you decided to come a day early and train at the performance center. Thankfully one of your favorite people to work with, Bayley also had the same intention and you both started a practice match right away.

Bayley was selling her back from the shoulder tackle, you rushed towards the ropes, as she slid towards you, on her stomach, you jumped over her and rushed towards the other side. “Hip toss!” Bayley shouted out as you see her already on her feet ready for your attack. Connecting arms, you slightly jumped on the ball of your feet and did a front bump.

“That was dog shit!” A gruff English accent shouted, looking over at the side of the ring you scrunch your nose at the sight of Pete Dunne, leaning against the ring. “My grandma can take a better hip toss.” Pete scuffed.

You remember hearing the door to the building shut but didn’t know who entered, sadly it was your worst enemy, Pete Dunne. You don’t understand what you said or did to this fellow but ever since the first week being with the company had nothing nice to say to you. “Get out of here Pete, you sewer rat!” You barked, trying to focus on what to do next with Bayley.

“I’ll get out of here once I’m done with training, how about you hurry up and get out of here.” Pete crossed his arms, watching as Bayley wrenched on your arm. Doing a backroll with Bayley still attached to your arm, you started to hit her with forearms from your right arm until she let go. As Bayley stumbled back to catch her breath, you whipped yourself around, staring down at Pete as you leaned over the time rope.

“How about you go take a shower, it looks like you haven’t bathed in a week.”

“Sadly no hot water in the sewers.” Pete teased with a smirk, his eyes drifting behind you.

Feeling Bayley arm wrap around you, grabbing your wrist she pulled you into a ripcord, now facing her she wrapped her arms around your body and gave you her finisher, Bayley to Belly. You grunted as you went down on the mat and she covered you.

“One, two, three!” Pete said fast and slapping his hand on the mat even faster. You kicked out at ‘three’ only for Pete to intimidate the bell. “You lose, you suck, now leave. Sheamus and I want to practice.”

You laid there as Bayley pulled away and now was resting on her knees as she looked down at you. “You okay?” She asked for the second time during the practice match.

Your eyes stung, you couldn’t tell if it was from sweat getting into them or if you were crying. Pete’s words blow at your confidence in the ring and now you are nervous that you’ll have two left feet for tomorrow night or even worse, forget your spots.

The sound of Pete’s large hand slapping against the mat echoed throughout the room, making you jump slightly. “Come on ladies, move!” Pete yelled as he jumped on the side of the ring, wiping his shoes before entering between the ropes.

“Come on, let's go get some lunch.” Bayley said as she stood up on her feet and extended her hand for you to take. Reaching for her, you cupped your hand into hers as she pulled you up on your feet and guided you to the other side of the ring to leave. “You’re a dickhead, Dunne.”

You and Bayley exited from the ring and headed towards your bags. “Hey now, it’s not my fault Y/N is terrible in the ring.” Pete said, leaning against the top rope, watching as you packed your items. “Right, Y/N?”

You didn’t say anything as you threw over a sweatshirt and pulled over the hoodie so you could shield yourself from Pete’s cruel words. “Right, Y/N?” Pete asked once more, sounding a bit sad that you wouldn’t respond to him. “Y/N?” Pete called out once more as you threw your gym back over your shoulder and made your way towards the exit.

“Try not to scare off Sheamus with your rudeness, Pete.” Bayley said as Sheamus walked up the ring steps.

“Huh?” Sheamus asked in pure confusion as he missed the whole situation unfold due to getting his workout clothes on. Sheamus didn’t miss the way Bayley glared at the Brit and neither did Pete. Sheamus shook his head after seeing you and Bayley leave. “Bro, you’re going to ruin your chance with her.”

“Shut up and wrestle me.” Pete snapped, not wanting to talk about his consequences.

Your mind was boggled while your eyes were in a daze, staring up at the bright stadium lights blooming down on you. ‘What the fuck happened? What was the spot? What did I do? Where are we in the match?’

All these thoughts rushed into your mind all at once until you noticed paramedics sliding in the ring next to you. “Y/N, Y/N. Can you hear me?” A male said.

“Hmm.” You mumbled, blinking a few times trying to slowly sit up.

“Woah, woah, wait. You might have a concussion. Hold on.” The paramedic examined your eyes as you were squinting from the light behind him. “Okay, we’re going to get you up. Alright?”

“Yeah.” Your voice was soft and your headache but you slowly started to remember what happened as you looked around, the crowd almost silent until you got onto your feet. They cheered as you stood on your own, a bit wobbly. Some fans were in near tears thinking you actually got hurt, thinking it was all a part of the show. But, you really did get hurt.

“B- Bayley, where’s Bayley?” You asked, looking around while the two paramedics helped you through the ropes and out of the ring.

“She’s backstage.” The blonde paramedic said as he helped you up the long ramp and back behind the curtains.

“Christ, Y/N are you okay?” Bayley asked, rushing towards you and giving you a big hug. You winced making her back away.

“I’m- I’m fine.” You said, ignoring the pounding feeling in your head and the pain in your neck.

“What the hell happened out there?” Bayley asked. “It was like you forgot the spot we did and I nearly knocked you out.” Bayley frowned.

Your eyes cast upon the tile floor as your mouth became dry. “I did.” You finally looked up at her with a frown. “I did forget my spot. I don’t know what happened, it was like I was too much in my own head and well I just froze.” You frowned not knowing what happened. Something caught your eyes behind Bayley, in the distance.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you saw Pete Dunne in the background, his brown eyes stared at you while his tag team partners were talking about tonight's match. The look on Pete’s face had your stomach in knots, it looked as if he had guilt written all over him. You felt your face heat up, this man was the reason why you became anxious in the ring. He made you second guess yourself when doing moves all because he criticized you during all of your practice matches.

You balled your hands into tight fists that your nails dug into your palm, you were about to take a step towards him to confront him but Bayley stopped you in your tracks.

“Don’t do it, he’s not worth it.” She said, wrapping her arm over your shoulder and guiding you away from the group. You looked over your shoulder to give Pete one last glance only to see his sad puppy dog eyes were staring at the floor as if he was second guessing himself.

The city lights were bright and beautiful in the night sky. Your head rested against the cool window as you watched the building pass by as you sat in the back of some strangers' car. You weren’t big on uber drivers especially being alone and late at night, but you wanted to get the hell out of that arena, you wanted to be alone. Plus, it wasn’t like any car dealerships were open so you could rent one.

As your eyes were slowly becoming heavy and the comfortable coolness of the window slowly drifted to sleep before the car came to a stop. “We’re here.” The driver said with a smile.

Jerking your body away from the window, you sniffed slightly and rubbed your eyes. Looking out to make sure it was your hotel you gathered your items. “Thank you, I’ll leave you a five star review.”

“I appreciate that, thank you!” The driver named Jacob, or Jake, you couldn’t really remember, spoke to you. Exiting out of the car you threw your bag over your shoulder. As your uber drove away, another SUV took its place, pulling up behind you. Paying no mind to it, you walked inside, squinting at the fluorescent lights beaming brightly in the lobby.

Blinking a few times, your eyes adjusted to the brightness as you approached a woman smiling at you with a neatly pressed uniform on. “Hi! Do you have a reserved room?”

“Huh, no actually I was hoping you guys had extra rooms left?” You wanted to face palm for not ordering the room in advance but you were busy with other things such as training, exploring the city and even running into a few fans while doing so.

You watched as the woman typed on the computer. The more she scrolled through whatever page she was looking at the more you worried they were out of rooms. The weight of your back was starting to kill your shoulders and you wished something would pop up soon before your lower back and shoulders gave out. As you were about to call it quits and find another hotel the woman smiled and looked at you. “It looks like someone just canceled their reservation. I have a bed for the night.”

A sigh of relief exhaled your breath as your tired eyes were begging for sleep and your body begging for a hot shower. “Yes please, I’ll take it.”

“Aye, wait!” A thick British accent erupted behind you. “I need a room too! Don’t you dare tell me you’re getting the last room, Y/N.”

You cringed behind you hearing Pete’s voice shout in your ear, you wanted to spin around and smack him for causing you a headache but you withheld yourself. “I’m sorry sir, but she was here first and got the last room.” The worker informed Pete.

“Nuh-Huh, I am not paying for another uber to drive me to another hotel.” Pete’s voice was now echoing throughout the lobby and the last thing you needed was someone recording his little tantrum. “I’m crashing with her.”

“Oh the fuck you are!” You hissed towards the male. “You are not sleeping in the same room as me.” You argued back.

“I am not going anywhere until I get that fucking room key.” Pete stared down at you, his dark brown eyes staring into you. He was tired as well, the dark circles under his eyes were heavy and you could tell not only was he tired but cranky.

“If you two can’t come to an agreement I need you both to leave or I’ll call the cops.” The woman said with a shaky voice, obviously uncomfortable with the yelling. You gritted your teeth knowing the only way you were getting that room was if Pete was too.

“I’ll even pay.”

“I can pay for myself.” You spat at him.

“Really? Last time I checked your sales were down and you weren’t getting shit in your paychecks.” Pete smirked down at you as you looked away. You hated that somehow someone leaked your rating of merch sales.

“Fine.” You stepped away from the counter for Pete to pay for the room as you headed towards the elevator, not wanting to be around him. Pete pulled out his wallet and handed the woman his credit card as she swiped it for payment in exchange for the room key.

You huffed with an eye roll as you watched Pete stroll towards you with a cocky smirk on his face. “Since I paid for the room, I got the bed.” He pressed the up button for the elevator.

Your jaw dropped at his words. “Oh hell no I fucked my neck up during the match tonight. I am not sleeping on the floor.” You stomped your foot against the marble flooring like a child.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, Pete walked in first and pressed the button for what floor our room was on. “Well, I’m not sleeping on the floor.” Pete chuckled. “Guess we’ll share the bed or you can sleep in the bathtub, you’re choice.” Pete shrugged watching you slip in the elevator right before the doors closed.

“Whatever.” You mumbled, wrapping your arms around your aching body, you held yourself tight as you watched the numbers climb up and stop at the fourth floor. As the doors opened you followed Pete down the hallway towards the room. Not saying a word to him, you watched as he swiped the card and opened the door.

Looking inside you saw it was a pretty standard hotel room. One queen size bed in the middle of the room, there was a dresser and the television on top of it. The mini fridge was tucked in the corner with a microwave on top. “Cozy.” Pete hummed, placing his bag on top of the bed and digging through it.

You placed your bag on the other side of the bed, which faced the AC. “Nuh-Huh, I paid for it so I get the AC side.” Pete said.

Rolling your eyes, you didn’t fight with the Brit, grabbing your bag you tossed it to the other side of the bed, rounding the foot of the bed you went on your side and went back to digging through the duffle. Gathering your pajamas you went towards the bathroom to shower. Shutting and locking the door you exhaled a tiring breath.

Just one night, you can do this for one night. Is what you yourself as you look at your reflection in the mirror.

Sighing softly you exit the bathroom fully clean in a fresh pair of pajamas. You rubbed the towel against your damp hair to collect any more of the water as you walked back to the bed. You froze seeing Pete laying on top of the covers flipping through the channels on the television. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You choked out, looking away from him.

“Watching tv?” Pete raised an eyebrow towards me.

“Where are your pajamas?” You shouted, still shielding your eyes away from Pete who was only in his boxers.

“I’m wearing them.”

“No! You’re wearing boxers, where is your shirt and pants?”

“I get hot when I sleep, you’re fine. We basically wear nothing when we wrestle anyways.” Pete pointed out.

Groaning, you looked to see that he was now under the blanket. Moving towards the bed you pulled back the covers and got under them, laying on the soft mattress. “You better stay on your side.” You demanded, laying on the other side of the bed, nearly hanging off.

“With pleasure.” Pete grumbled as he shut the television off and rolled over, the room was eerily dark and the only thing to be heard with Pete’s shallow breaths as you slowly fell asleep.

Your body was fuming like a furnace, uncomfortably hot and slightly sweaty. Your eyes still shut as you were partially asleep until you tried to move but a large arm was wrapped around your waist. Sighing softly, you relaxed into the pillow and were about to drift off fully to sleep until you remembered where you were and who you were with.

Your eyes snapped open. Darkness filled the room, looking towards the nightstand the red lines of the clock showed it being 2:33am. Pete’s arm still wrapped around your waist in a tight hug, you tried wiggling away from him but you were already so close to the edge. Freezing when you heard Pete grumbling in his sleep, you didn’t want to wake him. He was already so crabby when he was awake you didn’t want to know what he was like when being forced out of his sleep.

A silent squeal escaped your lips as Pete pulled your body closer to his, your back flushed against his bare chest. You felt your face heat up and your body becoming warmer. This man’s body temperature was built differently as if he could survive the winter with no coat or jacket. You exhaled a slow breath, grabbing his wrist you tried pulling his arm off of you but in that moment Pete scooted closer to you making you freeze.

That’s when you felt it. The rigid hardness against your cheeks through your thin pajama bottoms. Pete’s hard cock grinds against your ass, a soft moan escaping Pete’s throat in his sleep. You quickly pushed Pete away from you harshly, gagging loudly.

Pete snored, jolting awake his heavy eyelids opening in alert manner as he scanned the room. “Wh- What? What!” Pete shouted as he noticed you gagging and now standing by the side of the bed. “What the fuck, Y/N! I’m sleeping!”

“Why are you hard?” You shouted at him.

Pete took a moment to hear your words. “What? I’m not!” Pete said, hold the blanket closer to his form.

“Yes you are! You were cuddling me and I felt your boner against my ass!” You felt the need to rush to the bathroom to take another hot shower and scrub your body.

“Why were you letting me cuddle you!” Pete argued back.

“What- What do you mean! I was asleep and when I woke up you were cuddling me! I didn’t force you to cuddle me!” You yelled back at him.

“I’m a cuddler! I cuddle in my sleep! I’m sorry!” Pete said aggressively but he meant his apology. “Just come back to bed and go to sleep, we have to get up in a few hours.” Pete dug himself back into the mattress and pulled the blanket closer to him.

“You expect me to sleep in the same bed with you while you have a boner?” Your eyes darted towards the blanket where he was pitching a tent and back up to his face.

“Well, I can’t really get rid of it right now, now can I?” Pete hissed as he rolled over, his back facing you.

You swallowed, slowly you climbed back into the bed, the mattress dipping with your weight now being on it as you pulled the covers up, you stared at the ceiling. “So, like, does it hurt?”

“What?”

“Your boner, does it hurt?”

There was a silent pause for a few seconds before Pete spoke again. “I mean, it doesn’t hurt like painfully but it’s annoying. Why do you want to help me get rid of it?” Pete threw in a bit of sassiness into the question but there was that long pause waiting for you to reply.”

“If you want me to.”

“What?” Pete asked again.

“I said if you want me to.”

“Shut the fuck up and go to bed, Y/N.”

You felt the covers being pulled more towards Pete as he held them closer to himself. “No, I mean it. I mean I don’t like you and I know you don’t like me but I’m not going to let you suffer in pain.”

Pete rolled over, his back on the mattress as he now was in the same position as you. “One, I’m not in pain and two, I don’t… Not like you.” Pete said. “You’re annoying, okay? But I don’t… Hate you, I mean you get on my nerves but I don’t hate you.”

“But you’re always so mean to me.” You frowned, looking at him.

Pete turned his head and looked at you with a shrug. “I’m British.” He laughed. “Well, if you’d really like to help me, it has been awhile since a tight cunt has been around my cock.”

You felt your cheeks burn at how he spoke cooly about not having sex in a while. “Maybe I changed my mind.”

“Don’t tease me girl, my cock is aching to be touched.” Pete whispered only for you to giggle, hearing him beg sounded different from Pete when he wasn’t yelling at you in the ring.

In a swift motion, you were on top of him, straddling his lap, pinning his cock against his toned stomach. Pete hissed softly at the feeling of your weight pinning him. “Thatt’a girl.” Pete hummed, his hands going to your waist, massaging it.

Slowly grinding your hips against him, you let out a soft moan as your clothed clit grinds against his cock. “Fuck.” Pete sighed, tilting his head back.

Looking down at the motions of your hips you saw Pete’s pre-come already staining his boxers. “Someone’s eager.”

“Shut up.” Pete bit back slightly with a blush upon his face.

“It’s cute.” You hummed, raising yourself up you pulled his tight boxers down his thighs, exposing his thickness. You admired how it bounced out of the confinement of his boxers and twitched freely, begging to be touched again. You awkwardly kicked off your pajama pants and tossed them to the side, now straddling Pete once more but with panties on.

Grinding against him once again, the fabric of your thong grazed against his growing cock with each movement. “Hmm.” Pete hummed deeply. “Need you, now.” He moaned.

“Say please.” You smiled, it wasn’t everyday you see Pete Dunne begging.

“Baby, please.” Pete sucked in a breath as your movements went slower against his cock. “Y/N, please ride me.” Pete swallowed thickly as his voice was hoarse. “Need your tight pussy around me, make me feel good.”

Your stomach clenched hearing Pete whine and beg for you to fuck him, to give him the relief that he so needs. “Well,” You placed your hand upon his chest and slowly dragged it down, you could feel his skin break out in goosebumps. “Since you’ve asked so nicely.” You raised yourself up once more and pushed aside your soaked panties and slowly grind your bareness against Pete’s cock, rubbing your juices against him.

Pete shivered at your actions, his dark lustful brown eyes watching your every move, a soft groan escaped his lips as you grabbed his thick cock. “Is this what you wanted?” You asked, slowly placing the tip in between your lips.

“Y- Yes, fuck yes please.” Pete panted heavily as his cock twitched in between your folds as your pussy slowly swallowed him as you sunk yourself down. “Oh, fuck.” Pete sang as he was buried deep inside of you. “You fucking feel fantastic.” Pete sighed, his eyes fluttering shut.

You let out a soft sigh as Pete was stretching your walls to a perfect meter. “Hmm, you feel good too.” You gave him a wolfish grin, rolling your hips Pete sucked in a breath.

“Fuck, if you keep doing that you’re gonna make me come.” Pete whimpered out.

“That’s the plan.” You snickered as you started to slowly rise yourself up, you sunk back down doing this motion repeatedly and started to pick up momentum. Soon you were slamming yourself down Pete’s cock, choked moans left the both of you as you were fucking yourself on him. “Fuck, Pete!” You cried out as your walls tightened around his thickness, your creamy juices dripping down his heavy sac and onto the bed sheets.

“Shit, Y/N. You’re fucking sucking me in deep, princess.” Pete moaned, planting his feet on the mattress, he gripped your waist and started to pound up into you. Your jaw dropped slightly as his cock head was hitting all the right spots. “Fuck, yes, yes fucking take this cock!” Pete sobbed as his cock kept pushing further inside of you, his balls slapped against your skin, echoing throughout the room. “Fuck, almost yes, almost there, that’s it. Y/N, fuck, gonna take my come baby? You’re gonna fucking take it!” Pete’s cock twitched harshly inside of you, hinting to you that he was close to his orgasm.

“What- What the fuck?” Pete asked as you pinned his waist down to the mattress. “Y/N? What the fuck, I was about to come.” Pete panted, sweat forming on his brow as he scrunched them in confusion.

“Well, Pete since you’ve done nothing but torment me since I’ve been in the company. I think it’s time for payback.” You stopped your movements but Pete’s hard length was still fully inside you.

“No, no, no!” Pete sobbed. “Please, Y/N I’m sorry. I should have never been mean to you, just please, fuck- please let me come inside your sweet pussy.” Pete was begging as if his life depended on it. Pete let out a sob as you squeezed your walls tightly around his thick cock. “Fuckin’ hell! Don’t be a bitch!” Pete sobbed.

“Me, a bitch?” You laughed. “You’ve torched me, Dunne. Got in my head, made me injure myself in a match all because of your cruel words. I think you can let me fucking enjoy this and have you writher underneath me.”

Pete swallowed thickly, slightly twitching but he nodded in agreement. “Say it.” You said.

“I- I’ll be good.” Pete whispered.

“Say ‘I’ll be a good boy’.”

“I’ll be a good boy.” Pete corrected himself. “I’ll be a good boy for you, Y/N.” Pete shivered underneath you, his cock still hard in your tight channel.

“Good boy.” You smiled down at him as you slowly started to rock your hips against him, grinding at your own pace. “Hmm, I have to say, Pete. You have an impressive cock.” You moaned as you bounced your ass back down on him.

“T- Thank you, thank you, Y/N.” Pete’s cock twitched inside of you. “I- I don’t know if I can hold back any longer.” Pete whimpered. The sucktion of your wet cunt had his cock aching and begging to release his seed.

“Shh, just a little longer. I like the feeling of your thick dick inside of me.” You let out a cute little moan that made Pete twitch again, driving him crazy. “I’ve thought about you a few times.” You slid back down on his cock, going back up, his cock nearly exiting out of your fucked pussy but you pushed back down, moaning.

“Y- Yeah?” Pete choked, watching your movements with hooded eyes. “Like how?” His hands still gripping your waist but never trying to make you move faster.

“Slowly riding you like this, taking you in the ring during practice matches, fucking you backstage.” You shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal. “Daydreaming of you making a mess of me, stuff like that.”

“I- I can do that.” Pete gripped your waist, nails digging into your flesh.

“I know you will and we’re gonna.” You started to pick up the pace once more, the sweet sound of his dick entering your wet pussy echoed off the hotel room walls. “And we’re going to start by you coming deep inside of me.” You moaned, gripping his chest, you raked your nails down his bare skin making Pete hiss in agony and pain but he didn’t dare complain because he didn’t want you to stop.

“Come in me Pete, come deep inside of me.” You moaned as you slammed down on his cock, the bed shaking underneath the both of you as you fucked yourself harder on him.

Pete’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as the sweet taste of relief started to climb higher. “Oh- Oh fuck, oh god- Y/N. Fuck! Take it, take it baby!” Pete cried.

Gasping loudly you felt his hot seed explode inside of you as you chased your own orgasm, your vision blurred as you screamed Pete’s name, still bouncing on his cock while you rode out your high. “Oh Petey, fuck!” Shivering, it felt like lightning bolts shot up your back at the overdosing feeling of Pete’s come painting your insides. You both exhaled a breath and you slowly rolled off of him, nuzzling against his naked body.

A comfortable silence formed between the two of you. You could feel yourself slowly fall asleep until Pete said something.

“You know, maybe you are good at something.”

“Is that something being your cock warmer?”

“You’re gonna get me riled up again, doll.” Pete growled as he pulled you closer to his form and kissed the top of your head. “But yes.”

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hannah-h-pleb · 9 months

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So I’m a silly goose and forgot to make a post, but it was @h-harleybaby’s birthday the other day! Happy belated birthday girlie girl! I hope your day was just as special as you 😁❤️ (that was painfully cliché oml)

Harley introduced myself and many others to the concept of “Wrestler” Cartman. I for one, LOVE the concept, so here’s my take on it 🤪

This one’s for you Harles!

Wrestler Cartman: General NSFW Headcanons

Content Advisory: NSFW content, smut (18+), minors DNI, aged up characters (late teens, high school AU), female bodied reader

For one I can absolutely see Cartman as a wrestler. I like to imagine that he would 100% enjoy wrestling because he gets to fight people for sport (with some boundaries that he has, probably crossed at some point in time). If he wins, he’ll be cocky as hell about it, hyping up the crowd to cheer louder for him and probably mocking his opponent

To everyone’s surprise, he’s actually really good at it. Despite losing multiple fights as a child, he shows himself to be a talented wrestler and probably winds up being one of the top wrestlers in school

But every champion needs his lucky charm…and right now he’s only got his eyes set on one person: You

He’s had eyes on you for a while, so what better way to show off and impress you by inviting you to one of his wrestling matches? This way he can show you how strong he is. Show you how much of a champion he truly is

To his delight, it works. You watch him as he wrestles with his opponent, admiring his figure, his strength, the way his body looks all sweaty…yep you’ve got a crush now

It didn’t help that whenever Cartman would pin someone down on the floor and he just so happened to be facing your direction, he’d look over and give you a cheeky grin as if to say “You wish this was you huh?” (Yes, yes you did)

You kept going to his matches. Of course you were there to support him, but you just couldn’t get enough of how good his body looked in that tight singlet. The look on his face whenever he’d throw someone down, the determination in his eyes, his cockiness, you couldn’t get enough. So you decided to do something about it. You asked him to show you some of his wrestling moves with you

He was hesitant at first, not wanting to actually hurt you, but when you reassured him that you would be fine, he happily obliged but was still careful. He would throw you down, hold you down on the floor, the whole nine yards. It wasn’t until you two got this close to each other that you both realized just how attracted you were to one another, and that’s when it all changed.

Wrestler Cartman is rough, and I mean, rough. He uses his strength to his advantage and absolutely manhandles you. Holding you down while he fucks you, putting you in positions that you didn’t even know you could be put in, wrapping his strong hands around your neck, the list goes on

He has a “sleeper” build, still chubby but he’s got more muscle in his arms than before. This dude is STRONG. And he uses his strength to his advantage

He also uses his weight to his advantage as well. He’ll use his body to pin you down while he slides himself inside of you. Two words: Mating press.

If he loses a match? Be prepared to be ruined after the match is over. He’ll be so angry that he’ll just use you to relieve himself of his “high strung” emotions. For example, instead of just letting you suck him off, this time he’ll just fuck your face. He doesn’t care if you can’t take it either, he wants to push you beyond your limits and use all of your holes for his own pleasure

He’s a rough guy in general, but if you two do it after he loses a match? That’s when his power hungry/sadistic side comes out full force. He wants to remind you of how strong he is and how much power he has over you even if he lost a match with you watching. He’s still in control, and he’s going to do whatever he wants to you and you don’t get a say otherwise

Face fucking, mating press, manhandling, Wrestler! Cartman can check every box. Oh and not to mention, he loves pulling you off to fuck you in the change rooms. He covers your mouth with his hand as he takes you from behind up against the wall. This dude gets so horny for you so easily sometimes he just can’t help himself

Can’t keep his hands off of you either. Whenever you you two are together, he’s always got an arm around you. He wants everyone to know that you belong to him and you are his lucky charm

I believe Harley said this one in her headcanons but I’m going to echo it: Sometimes when you guys fuck, he’ll be wearing his medals while he fucks you. He’ll whisper in your ears exactly how he got this medals. “Remember when I held that one loser down on the floor? That’s where this came from sweetheart. Oh what, you like hearing about what I do to people when I’m up there? Now I know just how filthy how you are……”

Oh. And if you just so happen to be a manager for his wrestling team?…. Best believe that man is going to be all over you whenever he can

Pulling you off to the side to make out with you, teasing your pussy while no one’s watching, calling you a “dirty fucking slut” if you start whimpering, making you suck his cock quickly in the restroom before his match, you can never fully predict what this dude is going to do to you next. And you just love it

#eric cartman #wrestler cartman #eric cartman headcanons #eric cartman x reader #eric cartman x reader smut #cartman x reader smut #south park #south park x reader #HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY HARLEY #I LOVE YOU #HANNAH DID A SILLY THING

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deepdisireslonging · 29 days

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Wrestling Threesome Fics

Andrade Cien Almas/Reader/Dean Ambrose : Choose Me (AR, A, Ficlet)

Bobby Fish x Reader x Kyle O’Reilly : Our Princess (AR, S, threesome)

Dean Ambrose vs. Shane McMahon for Y/N : Who’s It Gonna Be? (AR, F, A)

Elias x Reader x Roman Reigns : Chained to the Wall (S, Threesome)

Jordan Devlin x Reader x Finn Balor : Teacher and Student (AK, S, Threesome, no M|M)

Revival/ FTR (Scott Dawson and Dash Wilder) : Hands Everywhere (AR, S, Threesome)

Roman Reigns x Reader x Drew McIntyre : Cheek to Cheek

Tommaso Ciampa x Reader x Johnny Gargano : Just a Thing (AR, S)

#reader insert #wrestler x reader #wwe smut #aew smut #andrade cien almas #dean ambrose #bobby fish #kyle o'reilly #shane mcmahon #elias samson #roman reigns #jordan devlin #finn balor #drew mcintyre #tommaso ciampa #johnny gargano

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The Mentorship, Part 10

The Mentorship

Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC

Part 10 of ? (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)

Word Count: 4069

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part8 Part 9

Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing

There were a number of questions vollied at them when they showed up at the arena. Kevin grilled Scott, and if Brinkley wasn't mistaken, seemed like he had been up with worry all night. He glared at Brinkley from afar multiple times. She took the hint to avoid him. She still wasn't happy with what he'd pulled, but she was much less upset than before.

She had to assume that Scott had fucked a lot of the frustration right out of her.

She wondered if Kevin could perhaps sniff out what was going on or what had happened last night. Maybe he felt as if she was moving in on Scott and he didn't want to share his best friend.

“BRINK,” Curt snapped his fingers in her face.

She jolted and pulled herself out of her own thoughts.

“What??” She responded, irritated at being interrupted.

“Get your ass moving, we're up next,” he motioned for her to move quicker, “get out of la-la-land,” he snapped at her with his hand towel.

“Geez, alright alright!” She snipped, rubbing the stinging flesh on her thigh before she went back to lacing up her boots. She was relieved when Page agreed to let her interfere more physically. It was only a house show, but it was still important to her.

Page was still the face, but Brinkley heard more cheers than normal as she and Curt entered. They still had plenty of opposing fans to ridicule down the walkway.

“You're about to turn,” Curt said into her ear while they walked to the ring, “I can tell,”

Brinkley wasn't sure what to think. She'd always been the villain, it had been an escape for the idyllic, sheltered existence she'd left behind her. She hadn't expected this response.

“But I don't wanna,” she pouted, playing into her whiny role. Curt cupped her face as they stood by the ring apron.

“You'll be alright, baby girl, just let me handle it,” he assured her with a wink.

She didn't know if his response was kayfabe or real. She'd have to find out after the match. For now she was focused on having to sell a Diamond Cutter finishing move.

She interfered and because of that was “accidentally” given the move. As she lay on the mat, she heard the crowd murmur and then boo Page. Curt suplexed him for the win.

He checked on her to make sure she was really alright, then pulled her out of the ring. She pretended to come-to enough to walk with his assistance.

“You're welcome,” Page said, coming in from the ring.

“For what?” She asked, “I'm the one that made you look good,” she stuck her tongue out playfully.

“I'm the one that put you over,” he looked at her and Curt knowingly.

“But I -” she started, but was shut down by Curt.

“We are going to have to workshop her character,” Curt said, knowing Page was involved with Creative, “She needs to start working matches during house shows.”

Brinkley didn't argue with others around. She knew how disrespectful it would come across to second-guess Curt in front of everyone. She knew things had to be done a certain way. That was a ‘day one’ thing Curt had taught her.

She waited until they were in the car before she spoke up.

“But am I really ready to be a face?” She questioned, definitely not confident in the idea yet.

“I think it's a good time for you to try,” he said with all the confidence.

“Scott,” she whined, hoping he'd side with her.

“Hey, I'm for it,” he looked back at her somewhat apologetic, “Me and Kev are gonna bring you in with us. I can't complain.”

“What?!” She looked between them both several times, “when was this discussed?”

“Doll, your first day here,” Scott said, remembering back to her shy introduction, “I called dibs on you,”

Brinkley wanted to be upset, but thinking about Scott wanting to have her from day one gave her a smug satisfaction.

“Are you staying with Kev tonight?” She asked, ignoring the awkward feeling of Curt hearing everything.

“Probably…” Scott said, feeling a heavy disappointment.

“Jesus, for fuck's sake,” Curt rolled his eyes, “I'll go to the bar and you two have the room for a few hours. Just don't break any of the furniture.” He warned.

Scott looked back at her with a wicked smirk.

“No promises. Right, Brink?”

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Curt sat at a table, empty whiskey glasses in front of him. He was relieved that Brinkley was interested in Scott. However, she’d become such a part of his everyday, that he wondered what separation would look like. He couldn’t stop thinking about what may be going on in the hotel room he was paying for.

He didn’t know what irritated him more, the fact that he was thinking about that, or Kevin’s indirect line of questioning. He seemed to fare similarly when his right-hand person was M.I.A.

“So, what you’re saying is we’re going to end up with her, but you are still gonna be her trainer?” Kevin asked, pondering the idea. At this point, he was a significant voice on the creative team. If he was on board, it wouldn’t likely be necessary to convince anyone else.

“Yeah, pretty much, she might need to transition to another trainer at some point like we all did, but probably not just yet. Kowalski did a good job with Chyna, but she’d have to take some time off,” Curt mused aloud.

“Then she’d be off TV again for a while. If she’s getting momentum, can’t do that,” Kevin took a swig looking back at the door as if expecting Scott to come waltzing through at any moment, “Maybe I’ll train her,”

Curt laughed.

“Pretty sure you’re just wanting an excuse to throw her around,” though he was amused by the suggestion, he absolutely did not think Kevin and Brinkley could coexist in that way.

“You’re right, I don’t need her brand of headache anyway,” He shrugged off his own suggestion, “Scott could,”

Curt had honestly considered it before. He separated their positions - Curt had trained her first and the physical affection came later. Scott’s interaction with her started that way. He didn’t think there was much of a chance of Scott successfully training her at anything except being his fuck buddy. He did feel a surge of aggression when he wondered if she would call Scott ‘daddy’.

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Brinkley tried to act completely collected as Curt readied and left for the bar. As soon as the door closed, she scrambled off the bed and to the bathroom, dolling herself up just a little. She dug through her bag, frustrated at the lack of sexy, showy options. She didn’t want to lug around an entire wardrobe, but she would need to figure out something better than this, especially if she wanted to make an impression.

A set of quick raps on the door made her forget that problem. She opened it and Scott stood on the other side of it, his arm leaning on the doorway.

“Evening,” His slight smile and downward gaze gave away his intentions immediately. She felt stupid for giggling, but the noise rose out of her unintentionally.

“How nice of you to drop by,” She stepped aside, inviting him in, “Can I get you anything,” She sarcastically offered in her best hostess impression.

“Yeah, your pussy full of my tongue,” He shut the door behind him and quickly yanked his shirt off. He knew they’d have a few hours, but he intended to fill them as much as would her.

Brinkley liked his direct method. It left no guessing about what he wanted. She felt small and helpless as he stalked towards her and she liked it. She backed up until the back of her knees hit the bed, letting gravity sit her on the edge of it. Before she could scoot back any farther, he grabbed ahold of one of her ankles and yanked on the legs of her pants, slipping them from her easily. She bit her lip as he still approached her, crawling across the bed now.

When her back hit the headboard, he closed in on her. His fingers gripped around the lacy hem of her panties and yanked them down, effectively ripping the side seam out. She gasped, the proof of his brute strength made her sex throb.

Her knees were closed, but his hand slid between them, allowing him to crawl between her slowly opening legs. She had a small twinge of uncertainty at someone new in such an intimate space, but the moment his tongue darted across her sensitive clit, her eyes fluttered closed and she forgot any inhibition that previously existed.

Scott hummed against the sweet taste of her juices that painted his tongue as he licked a trail up and down her slit. He moved slowly, savoring her and listening to the sounds it elicited from her. He wanted her to enjoy this; he wanted her craving him. He wanted her to be desperate for more.

Brinkley could barely handle leaving her eyes open to see Scott’s head slowly bobbing between her thighs. She could feel his rough stubble against her pussy lips and it felt even better than she’d imagined. As his tongue slowly circled her clit, she felt the tingles building, rolling her hips ever so slightly. His tongue slipped down though, teasing the edge of her aching entrance, building a different kind of tingle. She felt herself drawing close again only for him to switch his focus.

Scott laughed to himself as she squirmed more and more underneath him. She was fun to tease. She didn’t seem to know he was doing so on purpose yet, making her longing whimpers like music to his ears. He suckled her clit now, letting two fingers slip into her needy cunt. She nearly melted into the mattress as he massaged her g-spot and wiggled his tongue across her pulsing clit.

“Scott, god pleeeease,” She looked down at him, her thighs quivering, her body flushed with want.

“Please what?” He looked up at her with a dark stare, his lips damp from her juices, his fingers working deeper inside of her. His feral look nearly made her cum, her sex clenching around his fingers.

“Please let me cum,” She pleaded, enjoying the idea that he was in control of her. He seemed to appreciate her approach.

“Please let you cum, what,” He slowed his fingers, not letting her move quickly against them.

Brinkley was stuck in his gaze, her eyes searching his. She had an idea of what he wanted her to say. After all he had been witness to her calling Curt that very thing. But for some reason, she was unsure.

Scott could see the uncertainty on her face immediately and silently cursed himself for trying to work that wordplay in so early. He assumed that it took a while for Curt and her to develop that level. He began to retract, but she spoke first.

“Please let me cum, sir,” She bit her lip and looked at him as innocently as she could.

Scott took the consolation without hesitation. He pumped his fingers quicker, slipping a third in. He pressed the muscled flat of his tongue against her nub and rubbed it roughly in time with his fingers, feeling and tasting her orgasm as she pressed herself more firmly against his face.

Brinkley’s breath stalled as her voice caught in her throat. Her head thunked against the headboard as the pressure in her sex released a burning crescendo of pleasure. She gasped for breath between the quaking tremors, feeling lightheaded by the force of her orgasm.

“Gonna have to call housekeeping for some new sheets,” His gruff voice spoke gently, still letting his fingers stroke her shuddering insides softly.

Brinkley looked down to see a damp spot soaking the blanket below her and her cheeks burned with embarrassment.

“That’s so hot, baby girl,” He crooned, as if knowing she was unsure, “Never done that before?”

She shook her head, feeling better with Scott’s praise.

“Maybe we’ll make this Curt’s bed,” She joked, her voice still trembling a little.

“Naughty girl, I like the way you think,” Scott lifted himself up, kissing her panting mouth, letting her taste her own juices from his lips and tongue.He remembered her fervent reaction with anything on her neck and let his lips slide there next. She did not disappoint him, arching up against him as he bit and pulled the skin lightly, “Let’s see how wet you can really get it,”

Scott plunged his fingers back in as he resisted really biting her and leaving tell tale marks that would likely draw a lot of attention. She inhaled sharply, not ready for the onslaught of his controlled but fierce ministrations. She felt tingling in her core again as she clamped down on his fingers, crying out wordlessly as she came again.

He slid his soaked fingers from her assaulted cunt and spread the wetness up and down her slit. He looked up at her as he did, that same intense stare making her feel like she was about to be the victim of a very brutal assault.

“Good girl,” He praised and she was sure those words alone might have soaked the bed more. She saw him fumbling with that belt again. She wondered why he even bothered putting it on. His dick was big enough to hold his pants up anyway. Her eyes fluttered closed as he leaned down and pulled the tip of her nipple with his teeth, letting it pop back just before she would have asked him to stop. The prickling pain morphed quickly into a smoldering pleasure. He did it again, letting go just as she whimpered, working the hardening bud into an aching peak.

“If I ever hurt you…tell me,” He kissed the valley between her breasts as he made his way to the other, “I only want you to feel good with me,” His rasp inflamed and chilled her at the same time. She couldn’t help but shiver, arching again as he drew the other nipple between his teeth.

“I will,” She nearly hissed just as he let go again. He leered at her with an expectant look as he paused, “I mean….yes, sir,” She said with a sheepish grin.

“That’s better,” His tongue bathed the tip of her tit now, a welcome softness to his earlier enjoyable torture, “Don’t let it happen again,” He growled as he nipped again.

She could hear the belt loose now, hanging from his jeans as his zipper descended. She felt a rush of excitement as he rolled to his back and kicked his jeans to the floor. There was more light now, and more opportunity to really take in the sight of him. To her she couldn’t imagine more of an ideal specimen of masculinity.

She didn't realize she licked her lips as her eyes took in the entirety of him. She crawled over to him, kissing his shoulder down to his chest, nipping at his nipple in a similar, teasing fashion. She smirked as he hissed in return, but still watched her, one hand toying with his hardening member.

She took her time kissing down his torso, her tongue savoring the taste of his skin. She bit his hipbone lightly before she made a trail to his swelling shaft.

“Look how hard you make me,” he built her up more, “so damn hard, baby,”

He held his cock for her, letting her tease the pulsing tip with her lips. He bucked up his hips as soon as she took the tiniest bit of him in, filling her mouth quickly. She took the hint, letting her lips slide farther down on each pass. His cock stretched her lips and made taking him deeper challenging. But she was always up for a challenge.

She used his groans and praises to mark her actions, repeating what garnered the most of both. She looked up at him as she did so, hoping she was sucking his cock well, but also looking good while doing it.

“Jesus, you look so hot with my dick in your pretty mouth,” he grumbled, his teeth on edge. His hand slid over the top of her head and encouraged her to move faster and slip him deeper. She resisted choking when his glans would probe her throat, gasping for breath when he pulled his cock from her mouth and slapped it against her lips.

“I need that fucking pussy now,” he demanded, his words cracking an invisible whip, “on your knees, girl,”

Brinkley felt her subservient obedience kick in like a natural response as she turned on all fours.

“Yes, sir,”

She watched him over her shoulder, biting her lip as he knelt behind her. She heard him fumbling with something, hearing a paper-like tearing sound.

“Need to be more careful than last time,” he slipped the condom over himself, running his hands over the curve of her taut ass appreciatively, “gonna be hard enough not to just fuck you all the time,” he laid a sharp smack on one cheek. She jumped and whimpered but waited for another.

Scott admired the temporary outline of his handprint, evening up on the other cheek. He ran his tip through her slit and pressed against her entrance. Though she was as wet as could be, he still struggled against the tightening confines of her sex.

He had to wonder if Curt hadn't really fucked her very much. She was shaking as he sank in, her face falling to the bed, keeping her perky ass perched in the air.

He let her acclimate as he sheathed himself fully into her. He ran a hand slowly up her back and back down, calming her reserve. He didn't shame her, that was far too harsh.

He grabbed her hips as he started to move in her, slowly at first but with ever-increasing force.

She yelped into the bed each time he bottomed out, feeling a new pleasure center being struck. She had to keep herself from trying to crawl away. She felt as if she was seeing stars every time he thrusted in her. She felt lightheaded as he smacked her ass again.

“Baby, you have no idea how good this looks,” Scott said, almost horsley, as he looked at her pussy, swallowing his cock with each thrust, “taking it like my good girl,” he felt her spasm around his member and grinned.

Brinkley rolled her eyes back as she came again, shockwaves emanating from her core outward. She had the blanket balled up in her fists, breathing through clenched teeth. She gasped when she felt his hand sliding along her scalp and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.

She felt immobilized by his control, absorbing every intense thrust whether she could handle them or not. She barely managed to open her eyes, met with a mirror reflection across the room of herself with Scott behind her, a pleasured, determined look on his face.

She felt odd watching herself being fucked, but had to admit, she looked good being fucked by Scott. Especially the way he was manhandling her.

“You gonna swallow my cum, baby girl?” He asked with a deep gruffness.

Her response paused, another thing she'd never done, but curiosity flooded her as much as her desire to give him what he wanted. She tried to nod, but was still held captive by his hand on her hair.

“Yes. Yes, sir,” she managed as he thrusted in her quickly.

“Get over here,” he growled, regretfully pulling out of her and ripping off the condom. He stood at the side of the bed as she turned around quickly, still dizzied by the ferocity of his prowess. She lay on her stomach, looking up at him with her mouth open as he quickly stroked his cock.

“Tongue out,” he demanded, holding himself directly over her waiting mouth. As she slipped it out, he felt his balls tighten and his cum shot from the tip, his seed collecting on her tongue and lips.

She sucked his spunk down, swallowing it just in time to receive another generous spurt. She couldn't quite place the taste of it, but didn't let it linger too long before swallowing.

Scott watched with smug gratification at how eagerly she lapped up his cum. And the way she looked at him the entire time he found incredibly hot. He let her suck the last drops from the tip, shuddering as he became hypersensitive to every touch.

She let his cock fall from her mouth and pulled herself up to her knees.

“Was it good?” She asked with a modest concern.

“Are you fucking serious?” Scott stood directly in front of her, out of breath, his forehead dotted with sweat, his body flushed from his sexual exertion, “Look at me, I'm a damn mess,” he let out a raspy laugh, “Good doesn't begin to describe it,”

She looked proud, but insecure that she even had to ask.

“Sorry …I just…I'd never done it that way,” her cheeks burned as she sat back against her heels.

“Don't ever apologize,” his hand caught her chin from looking down, “not when you're that stellar of a fuck,”

She wasn't sure how to take the compliment, but had to grin at his earnest expression.

“Well…” she reached out to him, her hand slowly massaging his balls, “it is still pretty early….”

“Fucking christ, girl,” he groaned, but did not pull away.

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Curt stumbled into the dark room half expecting to still see Scott here defiling Brinkley, but the room was quiet and still. He felt relieved, kicking his shoes off to the side.

“Brinkley?” He called out in the dark with no answer. He could see her in bed, snuggled under the covers asleep. She was alone, not that he’d expected Scott to stay the entire night. Part of him hoped she’d still be awake, wanting to tell him about everything she’d done that night and the selfish part of him had hoped she’d share that she was still somewhat unfulfilled and needed him to finish the job.

Clearly that wasn’t the case.

He sighed, but stripped down to his underwear and flopped into bed.

“What the fuck??” He exclaimed as a cold dampness lay under him. Turning on the light and lifting up the blanket, he could see the wet spot spread to the sheets, “Are you fucking kidding me…” It was obvious to him that she indeed had a pleasurable evening. He turned the light back off and he slipped into Brinkley’s bed instead. He had to appreciate the rib, but he couldn’t help but be a little ticked off at the same time. But she was the one that now had to share her bed; the more he thought about it, he’d hoped she’d share a little more.

She moaned and turned over toward him as he laid down. It was easy to see that she was naked as he’d climbed in, with his buzz, he could definitely use some female company. He slid closer to her, pulling his cock out at the same time.

He took her hand and placed it on his shaft, rousing her a little.

“Scott?” She mumbled, struggling to open her eyes, “Oh, Curt…what are you doing?” Still lethargic from sleep, she struggled to come to.

“Daddy needs some help,” He moved her hand up and down his shaft, “If you think you can handle it.”

“I don’t know, Daddy, I’m…I’m kinda sore,” she whined a little in her sleepy voice, “Or I would,” She woke a little more now, moving her hand on her own, “And tired…can we wait until tomorrow? Unless this is all you want…”

Curt felt foolish and irritated, but couldn’t very well blame her for being honest.

“Of course we can,” He sighed, but hummed when she didn’t pull her hand back right away. Even if he didn’t cum, her touch felt nice.

“Thank you, Daddy,” She mewled, snuggling up against his chest. She’d wished Scott could stay so she could sleep against him. It was such a nice way to wake up. But Curt was also an incredibly nice body to curl up against.

#wrestling fan fic #wrestling fic #wrestling fanfiction #curt hennig #wcw #wwe #wrestling #fanfiction #pro wrestling #1999 #Scott hall #kevin nash #The Mentorship #wrestling smut #cameos by a lot of wrestlers

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Seth Rollins - Masterlist

💦 = Smut, 💖= Fluff, 🌩 = Angst

Series:

He Doesn't Deserve You - 💦

Part: One

One Shot:

Facetime Sex -💦

Hatred to Lust -💦

Talk Nerdy to Me Featuring Paige -💦

The New Recruit Featuring Buddy Murphy -💦

You're Mine -💦

Senior Party -💦

#seth rollins #seth rollins smut #seth rollins masterlist #seth rollins fanfic #seth rollins imagine #seth rollins short stories #seth rollins fanfiction #wwe fanfic #wrestling fanfics #wwe fanfiction #wwe wrestlers #wwe x reader #seth rollins x reader #share #commissions #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling one shot

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if i see rpf of wwe wrestlers on my dash 1 more time im gonna fuckin lose it

#tumblr if youre listening #when i said i wanted to hear about posts tagged 'writing imagines'#i did NOT FUCKING MEAN WWE WRESTLER X READER SMUT #LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE THIS IS THE THIRD TIME IVE HAD TO BLOCK A WWE FANFIC ACCOUNT

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🚨 sex that sent me to the ER headcanon

Please please please. Anyone from the BCC. Anyone in general. I love this prompt omg.

@loose-cannon-wrestler

You got it, babe

@writtingrose, @munsinner , @rubyred1980, @letmebeawesome, @unlikelywrestlingfan , @rollynchwhore , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @demonqueen29 , @auburnwrites , @baysexuality , @elitehoe , @wwenhlimagines , @omg-im-such-a-masochist , @seeingstarks , @damnnhausen

I looked over at Jon in the bed next to mine, smirk on my face. "Y'know, people are gonna think-"

"Fuckin' let em," Jon chuckled. "You give as good as you get."

I reached up and rubbed at the bandage on my neck, covering the deep bite Jon left. "Worth every bit."

"Says you," he said softly. "It was until I bent weird." He rested a hand gently on the ice pack covering his crotch.

"Is it gonna stop you?" I teased.

"Nope," he growled lowly. "That pussy's just too good."

#josieanswers #josiewrites #loose cannon wrestler #aew #aew imagine #aew smut #aew headcannon #jon moxley #mox

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saviorellie · 10 months

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what do you guys want from me next !!! if you have any other ideas you wanna see me mess around with too, let me know !!!

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plentyoffandoms · 3 months

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Main Masterlist ♡ Hook Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Oral (m receiving) unprotected sex. Cum swallowing. Unprotected sex, p in v. Mention of spitting, throat squeezing, anal.

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me.

Requested by @brideofinfamy . Hope you like it

WC: 1065

I was standing in the opposite corner when it finally happened.

I knew it was going to happen.

When she finally had to kiss fucking Ricky Starks, to show the wrestling world that the two of them are dating.

I had to bite the inside of my cheek when it I watched it happen. Ricky was babbling away about nothing, like usual. Only enjoying the sound of his voice, when he dropped the mic, wrapped his arms around her waist and slammed his mouth against hers.

I watched as my girlfriend kissed her fake boyfriend with just as much passion as he was giving her. I watched as he placed his hands on her ass and squeezed.

That is when she broke the kiss and, and I came charging at him. Bryce signalling that the match has started.

She got out of the way and stood in his corner, just as she was told to do. Cheering on the arrogant son of a bitch, while I had no one in my corner, even though all I wanted was her.

I won, making our feud go on even longer. I stormed backstage, ready to knock the living shit out of Ricky for real this time, for pulling that ass grabbing stunt in the ring, but I found him and her in a heated discussion.

I slowly walked towards the two of them, wanting to hear their discussion. "You had no right grabbing my ass Ricky." She was seething. Her finger was poking his chest.

"Oh, come on, babygirl, it was all for the fans." Oh, how I wanted to smack the smirk off of his face.

"One, you do not get to call me that, ever. Two, you run things by me because I will not be manhandled by you. Or I will go and talk to Tony and end this fake romance before you can even blink. Got that?"

Ricky held up his hands in mock surrender. "Got it."

He saw me there, gave me the middle finger and turned around, and walked away.

"Hey, baby girl." She instantly relaxed and turned around to face me. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her flushed against my chest, putting my face in her neck, and just breathed in her scent.

"I know you're not happy, Ty."

"Of course I'm not. I had to watch him grab your ass. I had no idea he would do that, and you just let it happen." I knew I missed up with the last bit of that sentence because she pulled out of my arms and looked into my eyes, searching for something.

"You really think I wanted that to happen? You heard what I said to him. Ty, I never wanted that. Fuck, I didn't even want to kiss him."

"Sure fooled me." I was pouting. I knew everything she said was true, but all I could see was him and her making out in my mind.

"Come, let us go talk in private before we have an audience." She grabbed my hand, and we started to walk somewhere private, with my eyes on the floor.

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My eyes were half closed, my mouth was open, as little whines fell from lips. She was bouncing in my lap, biting her lips, moaning my name as here and there.

"You really think I would let Ricky fuck me where anyone could just walk in?" Her questioned surprised me.

"No, baby." I moaned, as she squeezed her pussy around my cock. "Look at me, Tyler." I forced my eyes open and looked into eyes.

"You think that he could fuck me until I turn so stupid that I can only think of is your name?"

"Fuck, no." I love it when she gets like that. So out of it as I fuck orgasm after orgasm out of her until she is just a mess. Her juices soaking the mattress below us, and my thighs and my cock. She has never looked more beautiful to me than she does at that very moment.

"You're the only man I have ever let fuck my ass." I gripped her hips when she said that, knowing that is true. I wanted nothing more than to fuck that hole right now, and it was like she read my mind.

"When we get back to the hotel room, you can fuck it yeah?"

"Gonna make me cum." I groaned. Trying to force myself not to cum. I didn't want this stop.

"Only man, I have ever let cum inside me with no barrier."

I whimpered her name, not knowing how long I can hold on.

"Only man who makes me scream so loud that the neighbours call in and complain."

She kept listing everything she let's me do to her, or I was the only man who she had ever allowed to do to her.

"Love it when you wrap your hand around my throat, squeezing it just right as you fuck me."

"Only man to ever let spit in my mouth."

"Only man I have ever blown while he is driving."

"Shit, the only man who has ever made me cum with just his cock alone." She cried out as she came, still bouncing in my cock as she orgasmed.

The combination of her orgasm and her listening to everything I have done to her, I was close. So close to finishing.

But she knew it. She always does.

I groaned at the loss of her pussy as she got off of me, but that groan was replaced with the long drawn out moan of her name as she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, and started to bob her head.

I didn't last long. I was already close to being with, but I never last long when she blows me.

With a shout of her name, I came. She quickly swallowed it all, not wanting to miss a single drop.

My chest was heaving as she pulled her mouth away from my cock.

"Finale one. The only man who I will ever swallow for. You have ruined me for anyone else, Ty."

She was rubbing my thighs as she gave me a soft smile.

I cupped her face in my hand, running my thumb across her bottom lip. She kissed it. "I love you, baby girl."

"I love you too, Ty."

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h-harleybaby · 10 months

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asking wrestler cartman to show you diff wrestling holds (he goes for the most intimate ones) and one thing leads to another and he’s fucking your brains out 😇

also yes i researched wrestling stuff bc of you 🤭

-🇰🇭

You’re SO FUCKING RIGHT about that like omg. Honestly, Cartman would probably make up moves just to put you in certain… positions and you would be none the wiser because there’s literally a wrestling move called chicken wing so who are you to question the wrestler?

Also I’m so proud of you hun 🥺🥺 I love wrestling so it makes me so happy to know you’re researching it and stuff

#h harleybaby needs help #harley won’t shut her mouth #mom come get harley she’s rambling #harley’s anons <33 #harley’s favs #harley thirsts #south park x reader #south park x reader headcanons #south park x y/n #eric cartman x reader #cartman x reader #eric cartman x y/n #eric cartman x you #eric cartman smut #eric cartman x reader smut #wrestler cartman #wreslter cartman #wrestler cartman 🔛🔝#eric cartman headcanons

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dirtywrestling · 8 days

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High School Mizfit - Finn Balor (18+)

Commission: @thepalaceofmelanie

Pairing: Teenage!Finn Balor x Teenage!Melanie

Summary: Melanie falls for the bad boy of the school, Finn Balor.

Warnings: Fluff! High School, Finn and Melanie are like 17 or 18, Foul Language, Bullies, Ditching School, Smoking.

Word Count: 2,546

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Senior year, the last year of High School, an end of a chapter before college, a beginning of a new. Just a few more credits and I’d be out of High School forever! Walking into the school, I walked down the crowded hallway towards my first class of the day, English.

My shoulders collided with other students as I made my way down the busy hallway. Entering the classroom, I took my seat, and the bell rang. The day has officially started. “Alright everyone, please pull out your homework I assigned you yesterday.” Grabbing my bag beside me, I pulled out my English notebook along with the assignment I worked most of the night on. I pulled out a pencil and placed it beside my paper. I patiently waited for the teacher to give us the next instruction.

The teacher came around collecting the papers. “Mr. Balor, you’re late.” Mrs. Ottoman spoke out. I looked over towards the entrance of the room to see Finn Balor walking into the classroom; one strap of his book bag was over his shoulder and his leather jacket hugging him tightly.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Finn murmured, making his way towards his seat.

“Do you have a tardy note?” The teacher asked, hand on her hip.

“Nope.” Finn plopped down in his assigned seat, next to me.

“Well Mr. Balor, I’m sorry to say but you have detention after school today.”

“Whatever.” Finn grumbled, his eyes called upon the top of the desk. I looked at Finn, his hair was a bit messy as if he just got out of bed but that was just his style. His eyes seemed to have dark circles underneath as if he hadn’t slept in days. His scent was strong. He smelt of cigarettes, leather, and musky cologne. My eyes met his greenish blue eyes and were now staring at me. “What?” He snapped.

“N- Nothing.” I shuttered at his aggressiveness. I quickly looked away and fiddled with my fingers. As the class went on, the teacher gave everyone instructions on what the next assignment was. She wanted us to read two chapters of Lord of the Flies and write a summary about what we read. I already read the chapters last night. It helped that I read the book last year, just for fun, so the book was fresh in my mind. I wrote down my summary, which was a couple of paragraphs. When I finished writing, I placed the summary in my English folder and placed my things back into my book bag. I pulled out my Harry Potter book that I was reading, it was one of my favorite series to read just to pass the time. I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Looking behind me, I saw the popular girl, Beth, and smiled at her. “Hi Beth.” I waved. “What’s up?”

“Yeah, hi. I was wondering what those chapters of Lord of the Flies were about?” She placed a fake smile on her glossy lipstick lips.

I frowned with an arched brow. She never wanted to talk to me but wanted to know what those chapters were about. “Hmm, I think you should just read them and find out.”

“Yeah, hmm listen.” She popped her lips. “I’m on the cheer squad, which I’m sure you know because I’m the head cheerleader and I have a game to cheer at tonight which I don’t have time to read about gross flies. So, it’d be really hard for me to read those chapters and write a summary before tomorrow, ya know?” She explained, trying to encourage me to tell her the summary.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll have enough time during lunch or your free class?” I bit my lip, not wanting to continue this conversation anymore.

“Listen, bitch.” She snarled.

“Hey.” A man’s voice erupted. “I think she said she doesn’t want to fucking help you.”

I looked over at Finn and then quickly back at Beth. “I- I didn’t mean it like that but I think you should read the book, it’s very interesting.”

“No, that’s what Melanie means now shut the fuck up and start reading.” Finn snapped at the leader of the cheer squad.

I swallowed thickly and swiveled around into my chair, facing the font of the classroom. “Thanks.” I whispered softly towards Finn.

“Don’t mention it, anything to get her to shut the fuck up.” He grunted, pinching the bridge of his nose as if he had a headache. His eyes skimmed through the book and turned the pages. The bell rang. Everyone gathered their things and rushed out of the room to their next class.

Getting up from my seat, I tossed my book bag over my shoulders. I made my way towards my next class, math. Just a couple of more hours and I was out of this hell hole for the day.

As the day went on, my free period came along. I exited out of the school and made my way towards the picnic tables that had umbrellas sticking out of the middle of them. I sighed happily to see no one out there. That’s the perks of being top of the class, I guess. Sitting at a table, I pulled out my sketch book. I heard the door open and close. I looked over my shoulder to see Finn pulling a cigarette from his pocket, placing it in between his lips, and lighting it up. “I don’t think you’re supposed to smoke here.”

Finn inhaled the nicotine stick. The tip burned orangish red bright. He pulled the cigarette away from his lips with two fingers. He exhaled the smoke, letting it float into the air only to disappear. “Do you always follow the rules?” Finn huffed, rolling his eyes.

“If there were no rules, there’d be chaos.” I pointed out, I pulled out a pencil from my bag and opened up my sketch book. “Don’t you have class?”

“I got kicked out.” Finn made his way towards me and sat down across the table. “I’m supposed to be in the principal’s office to talk about my behavior right now.” Finn took another puff from the cigarette and blew out the smoke. I coughed loudly, waving my hand in front of my face to get the smoke away.

“Those are bad for you.” I informed him. I watched how his back was against the edge of the table and his arms relaxed beside him.

“Everything nowadays is bad for everyone.” He said back to me with a smirk. “They’re practically feeding us poison here.” Finn laughed. I smiled at his husky laugh and I laughed along with him.

“That’s true. I found a battery in my sandwich when I was a freshman.” I shook my head at the memory.

Finn took one last drag from the cigarette and flicked the butt towards the grass. “This school fucking sucks.” The smoke escaped his mouth as he spoke. “Wanna ditch?” Finn tilted his head back with a smirk.

“Ditch?” I choked out the word. “I uh, I have perfect attendance.” I blushed at how geekish I sounded.

Finn laughed at me, my blush became darker. “So? It’s the same as every year, you get a pizza party at the end of the semester for having perfect attendance. Come on, we can get something to eat and go to the arcade, my treat.” Finn flashed a smile towards me.

I licked my lips. I closed my sketchbook, shoved the pencil, and put the book into my bag. “Let’s do it. But how are we going to leave?” I frowned, looking around to see if there were any cameras.

“We’re seniors. We can do whatever the fuck we want. My car is right there.” Finn looked over by the parking lot. I also looked to see the only black car along with other colorful ones. “It’s an easy run.” Finn shrugged.

“Hey!” We looked over to see a large security guard exit out of the building. “You’re supposed to be at the principal’s office.” He started to stalk towards Finn.

“It’s now or never!” Finn got up quickly and darted towards the parking lot.

“Hey! Stop!” The man yelled, trying to catch Finn.

I gnawed at my bottom lip, constipating if I should follow or not. I threw my bag over my shoulder. I dashed towards the parking lot, passing the heavy set security officer, and caught up with Finn. “Let’s fucking go!” Finn unlocked his car and got into the driver seat. I pulled at the door open and rushed into the passenger seat. Finn started up the car. Before the security guard could even reach the car, Finn burned rubber out of the school parking lot.

“Oh my god, I think I’m going to pass out.” I panted and felt my heart beat faster than it has ever before.

“That’s the adrenaline pumping!” Finn laughed, going faster than the speed limit. Finn let his car cruise down the street towards downtown. Arriving at the arcade, he parked the car and got out.

“You always do this?” I asked, stepping out of his car and towards the arcade.

“Have you ever seen me in class?” Finn smirked, walking into the arcade, he held the door open for me.

“Good point.” I shrugged, looking around at the colorful machines.

“Finn! Good to see ya!” The man behind the counter yelled. He was an Italian man with dark hair and hairy arms along with a large dark facial beard..

“Hey Phil.” Finn smiled. “Here to play some games.”

“And I see that you brought a lady friend.” Phil wiggled his bushy eyebrows. I blushed at the man’s gesture. “Getting this young gal into trouble.”

Finn blushed and cleared his throat, turning his head to the side so no one could see. “Just trying to show her life isn’t always about school.” He shrugged and handed the man a ten dollar bill.

Phil chuckled and exchanged a roll of quarters. “Well, you two have fun and enjoy the games.”

Finn nodded and thanked Phil. Finn split the coins and gave me half. “Wow, you’re actually being nice to an adult?” I teased, taking the coins.

Finn smiled weakly and looked down. “Well, he’s kinda like family to me. I’ve known him since I was a kid.” Finn cleared his throat. “Let’s play some games.” Finn said abruptly.

For the next hour, Finn and I went around the shop playing games. Once we were out of coins, we bid Phil farewell and thanked him for letting us play. “I should be getting back to class.” I said, looking at the time on my phone. It was blowing up. My friends were texting me, asking where I was.

“Oh no. I told you we were going to get a bite to eat too.” Finn smiled. “Come on, I know a great burger place.” Finn smiled, nodding towards the way.

I bit my lip, it was lunchtime back at school. “Okay, but after this we have to go back.” I assured him.

“Cross my heart.” Finn grinned. Walking to the next block, Finn held the door open for me once again. I entered the empty restaurant.

“Hi, welcome to- Why aren’t you in school?” The hostess growled, menus in hand.

“Woah, woah.” Finn held up his hands in the air, grinning. “I’m on lunch, it’s 12:30, it’s lunchtime and seniors get to go off campus.”

“Psh, I don’t think you have the grades to get off campus.” The older lady rolled her eyes. “Come, let’s get some food for you guys.” The woman led us towards the back, taking us to a booth. “I’ll be back to take your order.”

I looked at Finn, eyebrows arched. “That’s my aunt.” He blushed, looking at the menu. I watched as his eyes skimmed the page.

“She seems to care about you.” I giggled as I read over the items.

“Yeah, she cares more than my parents do.” He mumbled under his breath but I still caught what he said.

Finn’s aunt came back and placed our orders to the chef. She joined us, sliding in the booth she sat by Finn, after delivering us our food. “Okay, what’s the catch? Did you lose a bet?” She asked me, plucking a fry from Finn’s plate. Finn glared, snatching his plate away from her.

“What?” I laughed.

“You seem like a smart girl, great grades, not dressed like a river rat.”

“Well, Finn thought it’d be fun to ditch-”

“To ditch school lunch and come here.” Finn cut in. I arched my eyebrow towards him.

“Lunch huh?” His aunt wasn’t buying it. “Don’t lie.” She looked over at Finn.

Finn huffed. “We ditched class to go to the arcade.” Finn grumbled, looking away.

His aunt groaned. “Damn it Finn, I know your parents don’t care but I care.” She said sternly. I gulped, this seemed like a personal matter to where I shouldn’t witness. “You need to get your grades up and graduate. Graduation is a couple of months away.”

“Don’t remind me.” He snapped, obviously having troubles in school.

“I can help him.” I spoke out.

The two looked at me. Finn glaring while his aunt looked surprised. “You’re willing to help my punk of a nephew?” She asked.

I nodded, grabbing a fry. “I mean, I’ve known Finn since we were kids and we’re friends.” I smiled at him. I swore I heard him growl at the word ‘friends’.

“Thank you, his grades aren’t the best.” She confessed

“We should go.” Finn got out of the booth, grabbing his leather jacket.

His aunt frowned, watching Finn pay for the meal. She handed his money back. “Don’t worry hun, it’s on the house.” His aunt kissed his cheeks.

Walking out of the burger joint, we both went to his car. “You can take me home. I have no other classes for the day.” I said, buckling up.

Finn didn’t say anything as I guided him to my house. Parking out in front of it soon enough, I smiled at him. “Thanks for the day.”

“It was a mistake, I should have never brought you.” He snarled.

I frowned at his mood change. “I thought we had fun?”

“You think you’re so perfect and you think you can make me perfect?” Finn snapped. “Why’d you tell my aunt you’d help me?”

“Because you need help, Finn. I want to see you graduate. I didn’t know you were behind. I mean it Finn, I want to help you.” I smiled weakly.

Finn sighed. “Fine, I’ll let you help me.” He grumbled, gripping on the steering wheel in defeat.

“Good!” I grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down my number and handed it to him. “Text me tonight and we’ll make plans on when I can tutor you.” I opened the door and got out of his car. “See ya then.” I waved at the boy with dark hair.

I smiled widely as I walked into my house. I had a great day with my crush, I got to know a little more about him and I met one of his family members. My heart flutters, hoping to get closer to him during homework sessions.

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ava-cookidouh123 · 1 year

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Heart Broken cuddles…with a championship third wheel..

Ship:AJ Lee x !Male! Reader (x Divas championship?)

There is no doubt about it that AJ is a pretty odd woman,especially when it comes to you,you aren’t even dating her-,she’s dating Dolph Ziggler,but since her and Dolph got into one of those god awful fights again,she needed someone to comfort her,and since Big E wasn’t doing his job,a couple hours before you had to fight the man himself,a certain 5 ft 2,divas champion,walked over to you with a sad face.

You looked down at her,you didn’t really know why she was here,and you didn’t understand why she has been here for more than 4 seconds without trying to get a quick glance and run away,though you immediately realised why she was here when you heard her say,in a pretty upset voice

“Ziggy broke up with me..”

You immediately opened your arms so she could hug you,which she didn’t decline,she sat her divas title on the crate,before immediately running into your arms,hugging you,your hand was gently rubbing the back of her head,which she obviously liked by her body language,you gently picked her up and sat on a crate,with her on your lap,she grabbed her championship and she was hugging it herself but something you can’t deny is that…

It was kind of cute.

#wwe aj lee #A.J #wwe #wwe smut #AJ is probably one of the only female wrestlers I can literally write for ;-;#mainly because I adore the hell out of her lol-

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deepdisireslonging · 29 days

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Roman Reigns Masterlist

Such a Tease (S)

A Reflection of Us (S)

Back Hallways (AR, F, S)

Taste of Terror (S, Horror, Vamp!Roman)

Part 2: Nightmares and Consequences

Bring Her to Me (Dom!Heel!Roman, implied S, Ficlet)

Always Fighting (Dom!Heel!Roman, S, Whump, Dub-con)

#roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns smut #roman reigns fluff #roman reigns x reader #wwe x reader #wrestler x reader

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84reedsy · 1 month

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The Mentorship, Part 9

The Mentorship

Characters: Curt Hennig/FemOC , Scott Hall/FemOC

Part 9 of ? (Parts not chapters, parts length varies)

Word Count: 4406

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part8

Warnings/Considerations: Smut, Age Gap, Power Dynamics, Dirty Talk, swearing

It was now Brinkley that was handing out silent treatments, barely answering Curt as he tried to generate conversation. He was a little surprised at the length of her tantrum and why she was holding on to her anger so long. She normally let things roll off her back fairly easily. She would need that skill as much as any other on the road. Spending this much time with any group would get to anyone, but if she didn’t forgive and forget, she was going to spend a lot of time upset.

“This…this is kind of fancy,” She finally spoke, looking at the hotel they pulled into, normally they stuck with what was cheap and nearby, this was neither.

“So she does still speak,” Curt said snarkily as he parked, “ Yeah, I got a connection,” he fibbed.

“Did we beat everyone else?” She looked around not seeing any cars she recognized.

“Guess so,” he shrugged, grabbing for his own bag.

Scott reached in and grabbed his and her bag as well. She tried to grab it from him.

“I can get my own bag,” She huffed, but could not budge it from his shoulder.

“Give it up, Brink, I’ve got the damn bag,” he refused her, only making her scowl more.

Curt arrived at the desk ahead of them, giving his name and credit card for the reservation he’d made. He cringed at the total, but signed without hesitation.

He walked over to Scott and Brinkley as they entered the lobby. Curt held up three cards.

“Just had one room, booked up for the night,” He lied again. Scott knew the truth, but played it off as if he were mildly annoyed.

“Not sharing a bed with you this time, Hennig,” He said, but looked at Brinkley. She could feel his eyes on her and felt a small surge of pride that her prank might live on in infamy. She dropped the small smile that had snuck out of her quickly, “And no cameras,”

Brinkley knew he was trying to goad her into responding, but she resisted. She took her card key, a little irritated that she wouldn’t have space from Scott other than when they naturally would go out to the bar. She assumed she’d end up sharing a bed with Curt. She tried not to think of what she might get away with out of spite for Scott who would be sleeping feet away.

She tried to squash feeling bad about having that thought. The truth was, Scott had not done anything to her; Kevin had. And Kevin was more of an ornery brat than even she was. She tried to also ignore the guilt settling in her gut for taking out her anger on Scott. She might be dabbling in hypocrisy herself. She’d apologize tomorrow if she still felt the same.

She was shocked at the size of the room and that there was more than one actual room.

“You paid for a suite?” She walked into the separated bedroom where a massive king bed filled most of the room. Another bedroom had two full size beds and even the living room had a couch that looked incredibly comfortable. Worst case scenario she’d be camping out here. She would imagine having paid for the room, Curt would claim the main bedroom.

“It’s all they had,” Curt shrugged, tossing his bag into that bedroom as expected.

“At least no one has to share,” Scott dropped his bag by the door. She couldn’t tell if he was disappointed or relieved. He looked at Curt, who mouthed silently “30 minutes…”

She was surprised when only Scott left for the bar, not inviting her and Curt opting to stay behind. She felt stupid for feeling left out. Why on earth would he invite her after the way she’d been towards him since the match? She was confused by her own signals and she was the one sending them.

As she showered, she wondered if Curt remembered he’d asked her to only wait one more day. She felt a tingle between her legs as she thought about it, the hot water stream doing nothing to diminish it. She’d made it nearly two weeks, even though she tried to cash in on day one. She couldn’t help how attracted she was to him; she did find herself disappointed that it wouldn’t be Scott. She felt like they were close to some sort of sexual breakthrough.

Digging through her things, she found the lacey lingerie with the tags still attached. She looked at the black lace that was so skimpy, she might as well just go naked. But she slipped it on, nearly falling over as she tried to step into the panties, discovering that they were crotch-less panties.

“Well what is the freaking point then,” She mumbled to herself in the mirror, checking angles. It still looked sexy. The bra-like top was about as useful in coverage, but worked magic on lift. She took advantage of one of the complimentary robes and crept out of the bathroom. Hearing the other shower going from the master suite was a relief and she quickly tiptoed into his room.

She sat on the corner of the bed, trying to decide whether to keep the robe on for a reveal, or let it lay open. She leaned back on her elbows, opting for the latter and crossed her legs. She felt a nervous leap in her stomach when the water ceased. After only a few moments, Curt emerged in nothing but a towel around his waist, drying his hair with another. He paused when he saw what lay on his bed.

He had expected something, but was surprised by what she was wearing - more specifically how little.

“You said one more day,” She murmured, “You’ve kept that dick from me for long enough,”

“Thinking of this for the ring?” He looked over the ‘outfit’, even with her legs crossed, he noticed the lack of fabric, “You’ll be the most popular one there,”

“No…this is for you,” she lifted herself so she leaned back on her hands now, her chest naturally jutting forward.

“Just for me?” He questioned, knowing that she likely bought at the off chance Scott might get to see it, “What a thoughtful little girl,” He could care less why she bought it, he was the one getting to enjoy it, “Show Daddy more,”

She uncrossed her legs slowly and spread them for him as he walked slowly toward her. She bit her lip, looking hungry when he undid his towel and let it fall. His shaft was already thickening, hanging with a heavy sway that made her lick her lips at the sight of it.

“I should make these the only thing you wear around me,” he teased, “My balls would be dry,”

“Might make you a little lighter and faster on your feet,” She teased back, “I haven’t seen you jack off since that first night,” She bit her lip sheepishly as he paused.

“So you saw that huh?” He placed one knee on the bed between her legs, “I thought you’d be fast asleep,”

“Kinda hard to sleep next to a jackhammer,” She derided him. Curt only sarcastically grinned for a moment before his hand gripped her face firmly.

“I bet you had a lot of dirty thoughts…show me what you wanted to do when you saw me stroking my cock,” He squeezed her jaw lightly, before leaning down to kiss her. He left her lips swollen and her eyes were even darker and hungrier than before.

Brinkley slid off the bed, the robe falling to the floor. As Curt sat on the corner of the bed, she knelt between his legs. She remembered how he liked her to start, teasing the tip and touching it softly. She kissed lightly from the tip down the underside to his very laden testicles, eliciting a groaning response when she licked each one. He cursed when she sucked one heavy orb into her mouth, her hand slowly stroking him.

As she slowly moved her mouth back up along his pulsing flesh, she made a point to use the tip of her tongue to slowly lick the pearl of precum from his tip. She relished the way he looked at her as she pleasured him, she wondered if Scott would look at her like that.

She sank his tip between her lips, slowly descending with each pass. She had to admit, there was something she really enjoyed about this act. Perhaps it was the control, it might have been the pride of making a man respond so primally. She focused on doing things to make him groan, curse, or grab her head.

He did the latter with both hands, slowing the bob of her head out of preservation. He saw the room door open through the bedroom doorway and felt smug, but excited at the same time.

Scott walked in quietly, carefully to control the door as it shut. He could hear the muted, but telltale noises that said he'd arrived right on time.

Through the bedroom doorway he saw Curt, but his eyes immediately focused on the sight of Brinkley's ass, hovering above the floor as her knees splayed below her. Out of those tights it looked even better. Whatever she was wearing, he thanked god it was so little.

Her dark damp hair fell down her back, curling in loose waves. He couldn’t wait to thread his large fist into them. Curt was definitely into the moment, but he managed to motion to him.

Scott slipped his shirt off and walked slowly and quietly up behind her. His adrenaline coursed through his veins; his pulse was loudly thumping in his ears. He kneeled on the floor behind her. She looked to be very content sucking cock. He needed that to be him.

Brinkley dipped her head lower and lower, gasping for breath every few passes. She followed the pressure of both of his hands holding her head to set the pace, liking the feeling of being directed. She moaned against his cock as she felt two fingers slip between her pussy lips, gently stroking the freshly wet skin of her sex. The fingertips massaged her clit in wide slow circles.

“Oh, Daddy yes,” she moaned with a low rasp.

Scott’s eyebrows shot up at the kinky wordplay. His cock pulsed in his jeans.

As she descended on his cock again she paused, still feeling both of his hands on her head. And there was no possible way that his hands would be touching her like she was being touched.

Curt felt her start to pull away, but he held her head in place with his hands. Her whole body stiffened as she slightly dug her nails into his thighs.

“Calm down,” he spoke low, but firm. She was still rigid, feeling the fingers on her sex stall, but not recede, “do you trust me?”

Brinkley was able to lift her mouth off of him, her breathing shaking as she felt a stranger's hands on her. She looked up at Curt with wide eyes as he asked her again.

“Do you trust me,” he met her eyes. She didn't want to say yes, but it would have been a lie to say otherwise.

“Yes,” she answered, nodding her head. But she still couldn't turn to see who was touching her.

“Cum for him,” Curt said, still holding her head, his cock resting against her cheek.

She shuddered as the strong, long fingers started working her again. He knew how to tease her clit, still circling but occasionally flicking over it quickly.

Scott couldn't wait to taste her, just her scent alone was making his mouth water. He considered sliding under her and letting her ride his face until she was spent, but watching her like this was quite the show as well.

Unable to resist, he slid his fingers back and slid them inside her with rhythmic strokes. He bit his tongue to keep from groaning as she started fucking his fingers back.

“Fuck…I'm gonna cum….” She blushed for a moment, realizing she'd already called Curt 'daddy’ in front of this mystery person.

“Good girl, cum for him, tell him,” Curt's hands loosened, sliding down to her arms.

Brinkley bit her lip, whimpering as her sex tightened around the invading digits.

“I'm cumming! God, Yes! Please don't stop…” she begged, nearly collapsing in Curt's lap. She panted through the aftershocks, knowing who she hoped would be there when she looked back.

She wasn't sure she wanted to look, just by the off chance it really was someone else. Curiosity got the best of her as she slowly peeked behind her. Scott's hairy, perfect torso was a welcome relief and whatever tenseness that remained melted away.

A surge of desire flooded her as her eyes lifted to meet his. He was still touching her, gently and softly. She was sure she'd never seen his face so dark and full of want.

“Are you OK with this?” Scott asked, hooking his fingers inside of her a little.

She gasped a little but nodded. She turned slightly, snaking an arm around his neck to pull him down to her. She was desperate to kiss him again and his hungry lips did not disappoint. He had to let his fingers slip out of her, but he slid it around her to massage a lace covered breast.

Brinkley let her free hand stroke Curt, his shaft still slick from her mouth.

“What do you want to do with her, Scott?” Curt couldn't be called an ungracious host, but he knew Scott had been more than anxious to get with her.

Scotts head swam, he almost was in disbelief that she was here, mostly naked in his arms and willingly and fully available to him. He was torn between tasting her and feeling her lips on his cock. While he volleyed his options, she lifted his cum soaked fingers to her lips and suckled herself from them, her eyes never leaving his.

“Christ, I need my dick sucked…bad,” he was fumbling with his belt clumsily. Brinkley felt Curt pull her towards the bed and she followed, but didn't take her eyes off of Scott's quickly working hands.

Curt laid her out on the bed, parting her legs he devoured her already gleaning pussy. She jolted a bit, still sensitive from Scott's ministrations. She arched a little off the bed, feeling it dip slightly. Looking up, she saw Scott's somehow more impressive shaft pulsing over her face. She turned towards it, achingly hungry for him as she failed to start at a slow pace as she had with Curt.

“FUCK,” Scott hissed through his teeth as his hand slid through her hair and pushed past her threshold. She pulled away coughing and gasping, but sank him back in her mouth on her own quickly, “Oh, fuck that is such a good girl,” he growled, his arousal flared by her eagerness to please.

Brinkley felt an orgasm rushing forward as Curt roughly sucked her clit. As It crashed into her, she did her best to deepthroat Scott, making his head tilt back and his fingers grip her hair tighter.

“Please fuck me,” she begged, desperately needing to feel filled by either of them.

Curt definitely could have sunk into her, but resisted. He slipped off the bed.

“Guests first,” he joked, not having to tell Scott twice.

Brinkley felt butterflies burst in her stomach as Scott slid quickly between her legs. She propped herself up as Scott yanked her by the hips toward him. He smacked her clit with his tip, eliciting a gasp each time.

Scott watched her face as he sank halfway in. She looked at him with a mix of relief and seduction, moaning loudly as he thrusted the rest of the way in, pushing her threshold of fullness.

“Ohmygod,” she fell back to the bed, her breath caught in her chest as he thrusted again. Curt gripped her tits roughly as she reached to stroke him, suckling his tip as he moved closer.

Scott was mesmerized by how his cock looked disappearing in her gripping sex. He could feel her spasming around him and it only heightened his arousal to feel how responsive she was to him. He rolled his hips in a harsh rhythm, pausing between only to hear her pleasured responses.

“You wanna try something new, baby girl?” Curt asked, stroking her hair as she looked at him in a sex laden haze. She nodded, Scott's slowing thrusts still filling her, “Say it, “

“Yes, Daddy,” she whined, feeling Scott’s cock twitch inside her. Curt smirked and slid off the bed.

“Be right back,” he disappeared into the bathroom.

Scott took the opportunity and lay over the top of her, kissing her. Her legs naturally wrapped around him. He had to use every bit if him not to fuck her silly until his nut overflowed out of her tight pussy.

“Get on top of him,” Curt urged, setting a bottle on the bedside table. He stroked his cock with the gel while she timidly straddled Scott's hips, “She's never been on top before,” Curt smirked again, seeing her nervous.

Scott was quick to lay flat, rubbing her thighs as she hovered above him.

“She'll take to it really good,” he crooned at her, “won't you baby?” His dark gaze looking up at her and his petting hands were encouragement enough. He helped guide the bulging member into her and as he filled her again, her eyes fluttered closed and a satisfied groan left her mouth. His hips bucked a little, emboldening her to move on him. She gyrated with a slow, fluid motion.

Both men were taken while watching her move. Take to this position, did she ever. Curt wondered if they'd have another chance where he could watch her work him like this.

As she moved, Curt stripped the bra off of her, both enjoying the sway of her tits as her movements became more spirited. Brinkley braced herself against Scott's chest, her fingers raking through his dark hair. Just touching him was turning her on more than she'd imagined. She was losing track of how many times his cock had made her cum, assaulting her g-spot without mercy. She knew she'd want him again.

“Bend over sweetheart,” Curt gently pushed her downward. Scott's hands roughly toyed with her tits. He knew Curt's plan now, trying to keep her relaxed.

“Just breath,” he murmured, pulling her down to kiss him. Curt situated himself behind her, pressing his thick, slickened glans against her still virgin asshole.

She whimpered against Scott’s lips as Curt slowly inched his way in. She tensed, but both men tried to relax her. She tried to calm herself, soon feeling a fullness that she couldn't describe if she tried.

As both men moved in a slow rhythm, Brinkley was robbed of coherent thought, airy moans were all that left her. Both cocks stroking her insides sent constant shockwaves to her core. Curt's possessive grip around her waist and Scott's pawing and wandering hands sent her over the edge of sensory overload.

As Curt fucked her ass harder, she was pushed against Scott, her nipples rubbed roughly by his chest hair. She bit lightly as his collarbone as she came to the intensity of both holes being filled.

“Jesus, Brinkley, your pussy is gonna kill me,” Scott mumbled into her ear, his hips thrusting upwards with a magnitude that alluded to his own pending orgasm.

“Fuck…so is this hot little ass,” Curt grunted, not fighting his orgasm as he came in her no- longer-innocent hole, filling her deep as he stayed buried to the hilt.

She moaned as she felt one filling her, but also feeling the stretch of Scott's cock as it threatened to spill into her as well.

“I should pull out,” he whispered, but his face betrayed his suggestion.

“Don't you fucking dare,” Brinkley's lust filled eyes dared him to defy her. He didn't need any further convincing as he grunted and flooded her cunt with his plentiful seed.

She grinned slightly, moaning at the feeling of his cum inside her. She’d imagined it for so long, but it felt so much better than she could have thought. And Curt's adventurous ploy only added to her sexual satisfaction.

Curt slipped from her first, helping her to sit up and to her shaky and unstable legs.

“Dirty girl's gonna need to shower again,” he popped her asscheek lightly.

“I got her,” Scott popped up, picking her up when her legs still wobbled. Curt stepped back. He hoped that things would go this way. If Scott could take his place for her physical outlet, it would be better for all of them.

Scott carried her to the bathroom and drew her a bath. She felt embarrassed by the level of attention, but did not reject it. She sat in the steamy water, her legs and hips still quivered a bit. Scott had rinsed himself, but sat naked next to the tub with her.

“I guess you aren't still pissed at me,” Scott joked, “if I had known that was his plan-”

Brinkley leaned over and pressed her hand to his mouth.

“I know. I was being ridiculous,” she admitted, “I'm sorry,” She returned with her own apology. “I'm glad you came,” she rested her chin on his forearm.

“Kind hard not to,” he joked, crassly, “that thing you got between your legs is dangerous,”

Brinkley couldn't help but giggle as her cheeks burned.

“You know what I mean,” she nudged him lightly, “I really am…”

Scott's hand slid over her hair, resting on her cheek, his thumb stroking slowly.

“Me too,”

“So…I guess you know that Curt and I…” she trailed off, knowing that it was more than obvious.

“Yeah, I've known for a while, actually,” he admitted, “Curt might have let the cat outta the bag early.”

“How long??” She was surprised at his admission.

“About a week before we came back out?” He thought back, “Yeah, about that long,” He started to feel guilty now. He wouldn't blame her for feeling used, “He said that you had pulled a fast one on him. And if anyone knows anything about him…he will get the last word,”

“So…was this just a joke to you?” She asked. He turned expecting her to be angry, but she looked only curiously at him.

“No,” he shook his head, “it mighta been a means to an end. But you should know I've been wanting this,”

“I did. I wanted it, too,” she splashed him with a small sprinkling of water.

“You've wanted me since the first time we met. I saw it in your eyes,” Scott narrowly avoided the water, “and I know you still want me more,” he said with a confidence that would have made it true if it wasn't already.

“So what if I do? What does that make…?” She motioned between them.

“I don't know yet…but um,” he wanted to ask her to not sleep with Curt, or anyone else, but he didn't know how he could do that without asking for a singular loyalty. He wasn't sure he was capable of being in a relationship, “I just don't know yet,” he gave up on being a hypocrite. He turned, leaning his back against the side of the tub.

“We don't have to label anything,” she slid up behind him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, “but there is one thing…”

Scott's hand rested on her forearms, “and what's that?” He might have been averted from relationships, but he definitely liked this intimacy they were sharing.

“I really want to feel that mouth on my pussy at least once,” she ran her fingers over his rough, five o'clock shadow.

“Baby, you're gonna have a hard time keeping me away from it,” Scott's deep voice promised.

Curt was in bed when they both emerged from the bathroom. She led Scott by his hand to the bed, laying in the middle and pulling him down into the sheets.

She rolled over, kissing Curt's cheek before whispering in his ear, “I'm getting you back for this,” she knew though his eyes were closed, he was still awake.

Scott felt awkward at first, though, he felt better when she rolled back to him and rested her cheek on his chest and laid her arm over him.

“Is this OK?” She mumbled, taking in his scent and the feel of him against her just in case he pushed her away.

“More than okay, girl,” holding a warm body next to him that wasn't there just to use him was more comforting than he'd thought. He slept easily, pretending it was just the two of them

Brinkley did not want to wake when a soft alarm started to buzz. She moaned, covering her ear with her hand. She snuggled down into the same hairy torso she'd fallen asleep against. She only opened her eyes when the alarm silenced. She looked up to see Curt rousing.

“Don't get up yet,” she motioned for him to return to the solace of the sheets.

“But it's getting late, baby girl,” he realized he would need to change up how he addressed her “plus I gotta be on high alert after your little threat”

“Please? “ she begged, patting the bed beside her, “Temporary truce?”.

Curt sighed, but crawled back in, sliding up beside her.

“Did you at least get some enjoyment out of it or was it pure torture,” he asked, running his hand slowly up and down her thigh.

“Well…I don't know that I'd call it complete torture,” she chided him a bit, “I wasn't expecting that last thing,” her stomach tingled a bit as she remembered how surprisingly good it felt.

“That was the idea,” Curt softly joked, “and it felt fucking amazing,” he mumbled in her ear, biting her lobe.

“It better have, because I'm not falling for that again,” her eyes rolled back slightly as he nibbled.

“I give it three days before you're begging for it,” Curt's hand slid from her thigh over her ass cheeks, “Four, tops,”

“My god, I'm trying to sleep would you two keep it down,” Scott said, his eyes still closed. Brinkley giggled a little, but snuggled into him again.

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