#wwe headcanons

It happened one night when you and Jey got drunk at a bar and ended up having sex.

It was meant to be a one-time thing, and he and you would return to being friends; both of you agreed on that, but things didn’t turn out that way.

He kept making his way into your bed, or you ended up in his bed after the ‘one-night stand’

Whether it's just cuddling or having sex. Jey will let you know either way. Or you will say you're not in the mood, and Jey will say, “I just want cuddles,”

Jey and you still have the friends’ part of the relationship, though.

Both of you pretty much do everything together.

Travel to the next location together. This involves singing songs loudly. Taking turns driving. Jey will always hold your hand.

Stop at some fast-food place to get food or a café shop that was opened.

Sometimes Jey will pull off somewhere, safe, of course. And things will heat up between you.

Leading you to give him a blowjob while he sits in the passenger seat, then it leads to you straddling his lap, and riding him. The windows fogged up.

Some people perceive that Jey and you are dating, but him and you are just friends who fuck. Of course, you don’t really say the last part.

If some old lady or some stranger comments on how you and Jey are sitting together in public with a “You two are a cute couple,” it's always followed by a “We are just friends,” the words sting, but it's not like anything is going to change. You had a feeling Jey only saw you as a fuck buddy and nothing serious. Given that you were younger than him.

Both of you would hang out outside of work, at each other's houses.

Going to the movies together.

Working out together.

Watching Netflix together, which often leads to sex.

Going out drinking together.

Going on cute dates together, though it's more packaged as hanging out as friends. But then again, friends don’t go on picnic dates at a beach or fancy restaurants.

Playing video games against each other.

Face masks.

Going on random road trips and getaways when he and you have time off.

Late-night drives.

Deep conversations.

You even met his kids, though they seem to see the chemistry there, even though both of you deny it.

Truthfully, Jey and you harbour feelings for each other, but neither Jey nor you will admit it to each other. Fear of losing the friendship.

Jey really wanted more than the friends with benefits, but he settled for what both of you had now; at least it was something.

Jey always looks at you with so much love. He adores you.

And you look at Jey with so much love, too.

You are always waiting near the curtain, watching him. Tbh, you are The Usos' number one fan. A lot of other superstars think it's adorable, though they really think one of you should confess. They don’t believe the whole we are just friends. Friends don’t fuck each other and look at each other like they hung the moon.

Jey would watch your matches too, praising you.

He sometimes has a lot of insecurities about how there is an age gap. He feels like he can’t keep up with you sometimes, and that you settled on the friends with benefits because you didn’t want to commit to dating him. Even though you told him it's because of your last relationship, you feel like you were at a good place in your career. The real reason was that you were scared he would say no to you. Some of it was true; your last relationship was draining.

If you and Jey aren’t together, then both of you are texting each other.

The two of you will always flirt with each other. Though the friendship has always been flirtatious.

Jey will always make his way to you at the end of the day. He will always be in your bed by the end of the day. Hugging you close to his side or spooning you. Since the whole Drunk sex moment, he has always been in your bed.

Jey has always been jealous of the fact that some of your story lines involved romance. He wasn’t too impressed when guys accompanied you to the ring, nor was he too pleased when the creative team made you obsessed with Roman.

You would always reassure him that it’s a storyline and that’s it.

Jey’s jealousy often gets the best of him. Which leads him to proving he is better than them. And that he can pleasure you better than they ever could.

You weren’t going to lie when Jey was jealous; it was the best sex you've ever had, though having sex with Jey was amazing every time you had it with him. But he was different when he was jealous.

It was orgasm after orgasm.

It would start with him making out with you roughly. His hands are ripping your clothes off.

He would break the kiss and trail kisses down your neck, making his way to the valley of your breast, then down your stomach, then down below.

His hand would grip your waist as he started to eat you out. His beard scratches your inner thighs.

He would switch to using his tongue, then back to eating you out to the point you couldn’t take it anymore and orgasmed. But Jey wasn’t done with you yet.

He then proceeded to finger you while sucking on your clit. All the while looking up at you.

Once you orgasmed from that, he would go on to fucking you.

Sex with Jey was never a dull moment.

He would have you in different positions every night. Both of you are having sex in different places.

His favourite positions, though, were missionary, because he wanted to see your face. He wanted to see every reaction you had.

Doggystyle. Three reasons, cause off your ass, and so he can grab your hair and pull back. The third one is either grabbing the back of your neck or wrapping his hand around your neck, and pulling you flush to his chest. [he often does this with side sex]

Against the wall, this is often in hotel rooms, locker rooms or backstage at work, in a dark corner.

There is a lot of car sex. Which is often reverse cowgirl, or you ride him facing him.

Though you have noticed he is a lot different in bed, you weren’t sure if it was the jealousy taking effect or something more.

His thrusts would be gentler all of a sudden, and after sex, he would cuddle you for a bit, then suggest a bath or clean you up.

Jey loves to cuddle you. whether it's backstage after you come through the curtain or he does. He craves your hugs. Your touch in general.

He would come up behind you and wrap his arms around you. Pulling you closer to him.

Jey leaves a lot of Hickie’s, which means you've got to get them covered up.

He loves snuggling up with you on the couch or in bed.

His kisses are soft and loving. As well as passionate.

Kisses get heated when he is horny.

Forehead kisses.

Jawline kisses.

Hand kisses.

Cheek kisses.

Wrist kisses, neck kisses are often when the two of you are intimate, as well as body kisses and thigh kisses.

Jey can't contain himself backstage when he sees you in ring gear. He will take you into a locker room or a place that’s dark and not occupied and fuck you against a wall.

Jey would go to his brother Jimmy and Naomi for advice and to vent about it.

“I think you need to knock her up,” Jimmy suggested. Making Naomi roll her eyes.

“No,” Naomi disagreed.

“And she will end up resenting you, Jey, if you listen to your brother, y/n will spend nine months of her wrestling career sidelined,” Naomi spoke again.

“Honestly surprised she isn’t pregnant with the number of times you’ve fucked her. I would know I had a room next to you guys and boy,” Jimmy spoke.

“Jimmy,” Naomi warned.

“Hey, she's on birth control,” Jey defended.

“Sometimes it isn’t effective,” Jimmy stated.

“Jey, don’t get her pregnant just to turn the friendship into something more; have a conversation with her.” Naomi spoke.

“I can’t just say hey, let’s be something, plus I'm older than her, she settled on a friend with benefits relationship because of that,” Jey spoke again.

“Did she say that?” Naomi asked.

“Well, no, she stated it was more because she was in her prime in her wrestling career and her last relationship didn’t end well, and I just agreed with her because we were really good friends before we fucked and I clicked with her and I didn’t want to ruin it,” Jey confessed. Naomi sighed before speaking.

“Look, I know y/n, and I can tell she loves you. I think you need to be the first one to tell her you want more.” She spoke.

“So, she does talk about me to you. What else does she say?” Jey asked. A huge smile on his face.

“Oh my god, Jey just asked her to be yours officially,” Naomi grunted before walking away.

“Knocking her up is a good idea, “Jimmy suggested.

“I can't tell her that it will ruin what we have.” Jey sighed.

Until one night things changed. And the whole fwb relationship between Jey and you got exposed.

“You should thank me for that,” Roman spoke, pointing to the title that was wrapped around your waist. As he stood in the ring with Jey and Jimmy. Roman decided to crash your celebration party.

Jey tried to keep his jealousy in check. Though he felt proud as he saw a faint red mark on your neck.

“If you think so,” You spoke.

Becky’s music hit. In character, you rolled your eyes. Of course, she had to ruin your celebration. She made her way to the ring. Only making eye contact with Roman as she entered the ring. She then looked back at you.

“Y/n honey, why don’t you just hand that title over and just I don’t know go annoy Roman, after all, you are obsessed with him….or is it, Jey?” Becky smugly spoke.

She was one of those superstars who were annoyed at how you and Jey just couldn’t confess to each other. So, she took it into her own hands.

The crowd let out a shocked wow and a few gasps. While your face just dropped into a look of shock. Jey looked stunned, and Roman and Jimmy broke character for a second before composing.

She went off script. You knew you were meant to attack her, after the two of you went back and forth, but she went off script. You felt your heartbeat faster.

You didn’t really hear what Corey and Michael were saying. In fact, you just wanted to get out of that ring and backstage. So, you did the thing you were meant to do and attacked her, then left the ring.

Jey called out after you, but Roman stopped him.

“Just give it a few minutes, then you can go after her,” Roman said. Looking at Jey, then back at Becky, who was on the floor.

After what felt like a lifetime, only really two minutes, Roman left the ring, Jimmy and Jey following suit.

As soon as Jey came through the curtains, he was calling your name.

It took him fifteen minutes to find you.

He saw you sitting on a crate, tears running down your face. He quickly made his way over to you. wrapping his arms around you.

“Are you going to end it?” You asked. You felt so sick.

“Y/n... we do need to talk about us, though, the whole friends with benefits thing is not working out for me,” He confessed. Making your heart drop. You pulled away from him. He was going to end things with you, and it hurt. You should never have suggested the friends with benefits and just had a relationship with him.

“Oh,” You sniffled out. Tears falling from your eyes. His heart ached at the distraught look in your eyes.

“I want us to be more than that, more than friends, more than friends who fuck, I want us to be together, y/n,” Jey confessed. You stared at him for a moment, for a second, his words sinking in. He wanted more. He wanted to be with you.

“I want that too,” You spoke softly. Jey cupped the side of your face. Smiling happily at you, he felt relieved that you felt the same way.

“Y/n, will you be my girlfriend?” He asked.

“Yes,” You replied. Making Jey let out a sigh.

He leaned closer to you. Pressing his forehead against yours. His eyes fluttered closed as well as yours, as he leaned in. Lips ghosting over yours. He pressed a soft, passionate kiss against your lips. Then pulled away. Resting his forehead against yours. Looking into each other’s eyes.

“You gotta take that Roman merch off though, I don’t like it on you, I don’t like the whole ”, Jey huffed out. Honestly, he didn’t like seeing you wear it. He got jealous

“It's just a cat and mouse game, I tease him, then just leave,” You spoke. Jey pulled away slightly.

Jey Uso:

“Wakey, wakey, it’s workout time!”

You groaned in annoyance, pulling your blanket back over your head. “It’s too early.” You groggily responded. Jey ignored your complaint, ripping the blanket from off your body and onto the floor.

“Come on, it’s Sunday 9AM, y’know that’s workout day.” You curled up in a ball, trying to shut out the light and his voice. “Can’t we just skip today?”

You didn’t get a verbal response, Jey deciding to pick you up and toss you over his shoulder.

“Jey!” You yelled, kicking to get down.

He let you down, forcing you to stand up. “There you go, now that you’re up, it’s workout time.” You huffed out a breath, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’mma be in the garage. I guess you can do some stretches or something before you come down.” He quickly left the room, going downstairs and into the garage where all his weights were.

Once you knew he was gone, you began cursing under your breath like a child after they just got a beating from their Mom.

“Stupid fuckin’ Jey waking me up at 9 in the morning for some trashy exercises. I don’t even need to be in shape!”

You stood in silence for a minute, thinking of how you could get out of working out. With an idea, you grabbed your phone, set a 10 second timer, and got into a yoga position. Once the photo was taken, you attached it to your messages with Jey and sent it to him with a caption.

Doing some stretches right now, but doggystyle is next when you get here 😉

You give it a second before typing again.

Oops, I meant downward dog.

You giggle to yourself, putting your phone back on the bed and getting into a different stretching position. As you exhaled, the sound of heavy footsteps stop in front of the bedroom door before it opens.

“Come on, man, don’t play like that.”

You stand up, giving him an ‘innocent’ look. “What are you talking about? I’m not playing, I’m doing my stretches.” Jey rolled his eyes. “Yeah right, and I know that text wasn’t for no one.”

You giggled, answering this question. “Well, since you’re up here, I say we skip workout day, and lay in bed all day.”

Jey sucked his teeth at your suggestion, but his feet began taking him towards the bed.

Jimmy Uso:

You were sitting on the couch when Jimmy came out of the bedroom, flip flops slapping against the floor. You looked up to see him dressed in a Bloodline tank top with red swim shorts.

“Alright bae, I’m about to go.” You didn’t respond, a pout coming to your lips, making him sigh. “Come on now, don’t start that pouting.” You ignored him, pouting even harder.

“Look, y’know I want you to come, but it’s a boys trip.” You stop your pouting with a groan. “But you know I wanted to go there!” You argued, shutting him up.

After you suggested going to a newly opened waterpark for your birthday, Jimmy declined, saying he didn’t want to go, but here he is days before your birthday, going to the said waterpark.

“Look, I’ll make it up to you when I get back. You want a massage?” You glared at him, making him clear his throat. “We’ll figure something out, but I gotta go.”

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips, which you didn’t return. “I love you.” He waited until he heard a faint “love you too.” before leaving.

Although you knew you could get over the whole situation, part of you wanted to be petty. You wanted him to be upset, or mad even.

You pulled out your phone and sent a text to him.

Husband’s gone to the waterpark, but you can come make me wet 💦

You sat back and waited until you got a ‘Read at…’ on your text, but it never came. What you weren’t waiting to come was the front door being busted open, and your husband falling on his stomach.

“Who’s in my house!” He yelled, breathing heavily.

He sounded like he just ran a marathon.

You stood up, laughing at him. “Why did you bust down the door like that?” You asked, still laughing.

Jimmy stood up, closing and locking the door. “I saw your text, and I’m tryna figure out who you’re texting, cause it sure as hell wasn’t meant for me.”

You laughed even harder, a surprised expression coming to his face at that. “You think this is funny?” He asked, slowly walking towards you.

You didn’t notice until he was inches away from you, backing away. “Don’t run. You wanna be wet so bad, come here.” You took off running down the hall with Jimmy right on your heels.

Maybe this was your plan all along.

Roman Reigns:

“No, please don't go!” You groaned, hands clinging onto Roman’s wrist.

“Babe, I have to. Triple H wants to talk to me about tonight’s show.” He gently ripped his arm out your hold and went to the closet, picking out some sweatpants and a jacket.

As soon as he went to the bathroom, you pulled out your phone, pretending to text someone. When the door opened, you dramatically jumped and shut your phone off, throwing it beside you.

Roman caught a glimpse of you on your phone, so his eyebrow cocked up. “What are you doing?” “Nothing!” you quickly answered.

He gave you another weird look, but brushed it off while walking to the front door. He was about to open the door when you called out.

“Babe, I was thinking we could do a mini seafood boil for dinner tonight. Can you get the stuff from the store on your way back?” Roman chuckled. “Yeah, I’ll get it. See you in like an hour or 2!” You heard him call out before the door slammed shut.

You waited a couple of seconds until you heard his car start up and leave your driveway, and instantly went to the closet and pulled out a red lingerie set Roman got you after his title retainment at a WrestleMania.

Once it was on, you laid in a provocative position, holding the phone up to get a good view of your cleavage before snapping a photo. With the photo attached, you sent a text.

He’s gone for a bit, come over ❤️

It wasn’t even 10 seconds later that the text went from Delivered to Read.

You sat against the headboard of the bed while biting your lip, watching as the three dots popped up.

He sent a voice message.

“Don’t play with me Y/n.” His deep voice spoke in a warning.

You squeezed your thighs together, moaning at the sound of his voice.

You played the part, typing something before deleting it multiple times to make it seem like you were really thinking of a way to explain yourself. In the middle of typing, a call notification popped up to which you quickly answered.

“R-Ro, baby.” You stuttered with a scared tone.

“Y/n, stop playing, I know this is a joke.”

You were quiet for 5 seconds, trying to think of a way to make this believable. “What are you talking about?” You heard him sigh. “You can stop playing around because we both know there’s no one coming over to the house. I’ve ruined you for any other man.”

You broke at that, a whine coming from you. “Roman! You’re so unprankable!” You heard him chuckle, relief coming to you. You thought he was gonna be mad at you.

“Since you wanna play games, stay just how you are on the bed until I get home.” He didn’t give you time to respond before he hung up the phone.

You only closed your eyes and gulped in fear, waiting for him to come back.

Sami Zayn:

You were in the kitchen checking to make sure you had everything for dinner when Sami came beside you. “Hey baby.”

“Hi love, just making sure I got everything for dinner.” While distracted with the ingredients, you missed the sorry expression he had on his face.

“Yeah, about that, uh, I actually have to stay at the arena until 11:30 tonight.”

You dropped what you held in your hand, looking up at him in confusion. “What? But you stayed until 11 last week, and the show ends at 10, and now they want you to stay for almost 2 hours?”

Sami sighed, his hands grabbing yours. “I know, and I’m sorry, but ever since I joined the Bloodline, they need me a lot more. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

You didn’t even know what to say so you didn’t say anything at all. He leaned in and kissed your cheek. “I gotta go, but I’ll promise I’ll cuddle you to sleep.”

You watched as he walked through the door with his duffel bag in hand, a sigh coming from you. All of this for nothing. You were planning on making a nice dinner as a way to celebrate his new popularity, but his work got in the way.

That’s how it’s always been lately—him blowing you off for his work.

You, rightfully-so, felt angry. If he really cared about you and how you felt, he would've said something to Triple H, but instead, he chooses to say sorry just to do it all again next week.

The anger in you soon came out when you grabbed your phone and began typing.

My man’s gone until midnight so I’m kinda bored and lonely. Wanna come over and cure my loneliness?

You hit send.

To Sami.

Only, the way you texted it, made it seem like it was for someone else.

You just wanted to teach him a lesson. Show him how if he keeps doing this, it could ruin your relationship.

You let the rest of the day pass, no text from Sami coming to your phone. He’ll probably see it later.

After spending all day watching TV and cleaning the house, you found yourself in bed snuggling against his pillow.

You woke up to the feeling of the bed dipping and movement from Sami.

You wait a couple of seconds, letting him get comfortable before you feel his arm wrap around you, but it never came.

You lift your head from the blanket, turning to look at him. “Sami?” You could see his shadow in the dark, his back backing you.

“Hm?” He hummed out sounding tired, but also sad.

“Are you not gonna cuddle me like you said you were?” You asked with a joking tone. If he didn’t want to touch you, then he didn’t have to, but he did promise this earlier.

“I’m sure you had enough cuddling earlier.”

You froze, silence breaking throughout the room. “What?”

“The message. I saw it.”

Oh.

You didn’t think he saw the message since he didn’t respond.

“I don’t know if you meant to send that to me or if you even knew you sent it, but just be honest with me.”

He paused, adding on to the anticipation.

“Are you cheating on me?”

You gasped, sitting up fully. “No Sami, I would never!”

You reached over to your nightstand and clicked the lamp on, wanting to see his face.

“Then what was the message about?” He asked, sitting up as well.

“I just wanted you to see how I felt every time you left. It’s like every week you're at the arena more than you are home. I wanted you to see what our relationship would end up like if you kept doing it.” You explained, voice getting quiet at the last bit.

Another wave of silence came to the room as you waited on what he would say next, while Sami thought of what to say. He knew you were right. The message might’ve been fake, but the truth was that you are lonely and bored.

A sob broke you out your thoughts as you saw Sami’s head drop down and a tear fall on the bed sheets. You sat there guiltily, watching your husband cry.

“I’m sorry!” He apologized, a frown coming to your face.

“Don’t apologize to me you gingerbread, I should be the one apologizing.” Sami smiled at the nickname, your hands coming to his face and pulling him in for a hug.

Together, you both sat crying in each other’s arms, thinking of how one message and an extra hour of work almost broke you up.

Solo Sikoa:

You, Naomi, Jade, and Bianca were sitting in the living room, laughing at something on the TV when Solo came behind you. “Imma go now.” He pressed a soft kiss to the side of your head before leaving.

Seconds after the door closed, the movie was paused by Naomi. “Girl, does Solo show any emotion?” She asked, causing the other two to get into the conversation. “Yeah, I’ve never seen the man smile. Not backstage and not even around you.”

You chuckled. “Guys, Solo smiles all the time, just not when there’s other people around.” The girls took in your explanation, not thinking much of it.

“Oh, I have an idea!” Bianca called out. “You should send an “accidental text” to him and make it seem like some other guy is coming over.”

Cheering was heard from Naomi and Jade was nodding her head in agreement, but you had an unsure look.

“I don’t know guys, I don’t wanna make him mad or anything.” Jade groaned. “Come on Y/n, live a little! It’s just a prank, and I’m pretty sure all couples have done it to each other.”

Naomi and Bianca nodded. “Yeah, I did it to Jimmy, and let’s just say that’s how I came up with the nickname ‘Big Jim’.”

You all broke out in laughter, that small sense of uneasiness quickly washing away.

“Oh alright, what’s the harm in it?”

More cheering was heard as you grabbed your phone. “What should I do?” You asked the ‘experience’ women.

“Send a text like you’re inviting a guy to watch a movie.” Jade suggested. You followed her suggestion, cuddling up in your blanket and taking a picture of the TV.

Watching a movie rn. Kinda boring, but it would be better if you were here 🍿📺❄️

You showed the girls. “Ah, the Netflix and chill emojis really pull it all together.” After their approval, you hit send.

You turned your phone off and continued to watch the movie, somewhat forgetting about your text. That was until the sound of car door slamming and the front fort opening caught everyone’s attention.

There stood Solo, still dressed in his black hoodie, eyes scanning the room carefully. He looked at you and the girls as you all sat innocently on the couch, looking at him weirdly.

He began taking careful steps that were quiet and walked around the house. It was almost like he was searching it, but didn’t want to make it obvious.

That only took about 7 minutes before he was walking out the front door, silently relieved that he didn’t see any evidence of someone else being in the house.

Once the door closed, a groan of annoyance was heard by Naomi. “He didn’t even react!”

Paul Heyman:

just kidding

The second you crossed the curtain, a wave of congratulations hit you. Superstars, crew members, even higher ups, everyone was there, giving you pats on the back, words of praise. You tried to take it all in, your heart still hammering from the adrenaline, when you heard it.

A deep, gruff voice behind you.

“Congratulations, champ. I’m proud of you.”

You froze. That voice. That unmistakable, slightly raspy voice. Slowly, almost in disbelief, you turned around and your breath caught in your throat.

It was him.

Shawn Michaels.

Your brain short circuited. For years, you’d admired him. Hell, if you were being honest, you’d been in love with him. Growing up, watching him on your TV screen, mesmerized by his presence, his talent, his everything. And now, here he was, standing right in front of you, looking at you like he actually knew who you were.

“Wow,” you blurted out, your voice coming out embarrassingly breathless. “Thank you.”

Shawn smirked at your obvious nerves, his arms crossing over his chest. “You earned it,” he said. “I’ve been watching you for a while now. I made sure they knew you were the real deal. You’re gonna carry this division better than anyone.”

Your heart nearly exploded. Shawn Michaels had been watching you? Shawn Michaels had put in a word for you?

“I—” You struggled to form words, your cheeks burning. “That means everything. I admire you so much, I love your work, I—” You cut yourself off before you started sounding like a crazy fangirl, pressing your lips together to stop yourself from rambling.

His smirk deepened, and before you could react, he pulled you into a hug.

Holy. Fuck.

Your face pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around you, the scent of his cologne completely overwhelming your senses. Your brain refused to function, your hands awkwardly gripping onto the back of his shirt as your cheeks burned hotter than ever.

After a few moments, he pulled back, his hand squeezing your shoulder before dropping to his side. “Didn’t wanna take up too much of your time,” he said. “Enjoy your night, champ.”

And just like that, he was gone, leaving you standing there like an absolute fool.

Later, after the chaos of the night settled, you were lounging with Rhea, Tiffany, and Liv in the locker room, all of them still hyped over your win.

“You killed it out there,” Rhea said, nudging you with a proud grin.

Tiffany nodded, flipping her hair. “And let’s be real, your skin looks so good with gold.”

“Thanks, guys. But guess who congratulated me? And—” You leaned in dramatically. “Was apparently partially responsible for my win?”

The girls exchanged curious looks. “Who?” Liv asked.

You took a breath for dramatic effect. “Shawn. Fucking. Michaels.”

The reaction was instant. Rhea’s eyes widened, Tiffany gasped, and Liv practically shrieked.

“Your crush?” Rhea said.

“The man you said you wanted to marry?” Tiffany added.

“Exactly,” you confirmed, still trying to process it yourself.

“And?” Liv pressed. “Did you keep your cool, or did you embarrass yourself?”

You groaned, throwing your head back. “Oh, I embarrassed myself. I was all nervous, blushing like an idiot, barely forming words. But he hugged me. I swear I almost passed out.”

“Okay, but what does this mean? Do you think he was flirting?” Tiffany laughed.

“God, I hope so,” you muttered before sighing dramatically. “I just want him so bad. He’s so fine. And you know I love older men. Like, I would give anything for him to fuck me hard. With eye contact, might I add. Older men just do it better—”

The sudden silence from the girls made your stomach drop.

You saw their eyes widen, their mouths slightly open, and the moment Rhea subtly nodded toward something behind you, you knew.

Slowly, dreading what you were about to see, you turned around.

And there he was.

Shawn Michaels.

Standing right behind you.

Smirking.

Your heart fell straight to the floor. You were so done. Absolutely finished. WWE was going to strip you of your title, fire you, and blacklist you from the industry.

Shawn crossed his arms, looking far too amused for your liking. “Whenever you’re free and ready to leave,” he said smoothly, “meet me in my dressing room.”

You nodded, entirely incapable of forming words.

He winked before walking off, leaving you frozen in place, your entire soul leaving your body.

The second he was out of earshot, the girls erupted into laughter, squealing and shaking you like you’d just won the lottery.

“You are so lucky,” Tiffany gasped, fanning herself.

Liv was practically in tears. “Oh my god, I thought you were gonna die on the spot.”

Rhea smirked, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “Well, champ, looks like your childhood crush just became your reality.”

Your brain was still catching up. Shawn Michaels had heard you. Shawn Michaels wanted you to meet him.

Holy. Shit. You were in for one hell of a night.

Shawn was waiting when you stepped into his dressing room, leaning back on the couch with that signature smirk.

“You took your time,” he teased.

Your heart pounded as you shut the door. “Trying to recover from the fact that you heard all of that.”

“Oh, I heard every word, sweetheart,” he chuckled.

You groaned, covering your face. “God, that was so embarrassing.”

He pried your hands away. “Nah, I liked what I heard.” His smirk deepened. “Older men do it better, huh?”

Your face burned. “Are you gonna keep bringing that up?”

“Maybe,” he said, tilting his head. “But I think I’d rather show you instead.”

Your breath hitched, and he leaned in, voice lower now. “Where you staying tonight?”

You told him your hotel, and he hummed in approval. “Same one. I’ll drive you.”

You texted the girls telling them you’d be with him. There would be a lot to talk about in the morning.

The car ride made you nervous. You stole glances at him, watching the way his muscles flexed as he gripped the wheel. He was even hotter in person. He looked just as good, hell, even better than he did on TV. The years had only added to his appeal, roughening his edges in the best way.

“You keep looking at me like that,” he said without taking his eyes off the road, “I might just have to pull over.”

You bit your lip. "Can’t help it. You’re kinda unreal."

His smirk grew. “Come to my room tonight. I’ll give you exactly what you’ve been craving.”

Your stomach flipped.

90s Shawn Michaels had been your first love. But Shawn now? Oh, you’d let him do anything to you.

When you arrived at the hotel, people stopped to congratulate you. You took pictures, smiling through the anticipation burning inside you.

The moment the elevator doors shut, his fingers brushed your wrist. “Last chance to back out.”

“Not a chance,” you murmured.

His hotel room door had barely shut before he turned you, pressing you against it. His hands beside your head, eyes dark as they met yours.

“This what you wanted?”

Your breath caught. “I’ve dreamt about this.”

His lips crashed onto yours, stealing any response you had left. His hands gripped under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly as you wrapped around him. He carried you to the bed, sinking onto it with you in his lap.

You could feel him beneath you, hard and eager, as you rocked against him. His hands roamed, mapping every inch of you, his lips never leaving yours.

“Been wanting this for years, haven’t you?” he murmured against your lips, hands roaming your body.

You nodded breathlessly, gripping onto his shoulders for balance.

His smirk returned as he cupped your face. “You’re just as sweet as I imagined.”

His lips trailed down your cheek, to your neck, pressing soft kisses that left you shivering. He moved slowly, savoring, before laying you back against the bed, hovering over you. His eyes searched yours, expression softening slightly.

“This okay?” he asked, voice quieter now.

“I want this. I want you,” you nodded, already breathless.

He exhaled slowly, his thumb tracing your cheek. “Then let me take care of you.”

His hands found the hem of your blouse, fingers toying with the fabric as he waited for your permission. When you gave it, he lifted it over your head, his gaze roaming over you with something akin to awe.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured.

Heat pooled in your stomach, your heart pounding as he leaned down again, pressing another kiss to your lips. He slipped you out of the rest of your clothes then pulled back, his eyes once again taking over you.

“Look at you, naked in front of me. Fucking perfect,” he said.

He knelt, making you gasp, trailing kisses until he reached your clit, spreading your legs and kissing further and further.

“You're soaked, sweetheart, so wet for me,” he murmured, using his tongue to collect your wetness and spitting it back onto your pussy.

A soft moan escaped your lips, you couldn't believe Shawn fucking Michaels was about to eat you out.

“I love those moans. Let me hear you.”

He dived in, flicking his tongue on your clit before bringing it down to your leaking hole and licking back up. His grip was firm but gentle on your thighs, spreading them wide as he continued. You couldn't believe the utter pleasure you were feeling, he was so skilled with his tongue having you squirm underneath him and moan so loudly, you feared the other wrestlers on the floor would hear.

“Oh, Shawn,” you cried, back arching off the bed.

Cocky Shawn hadn’t been lost due to the years. You could feel the smirk between your legs. “That’s it, sweetheart. Scream my name. I’m the one making you feel good.”

His tongue worked you over sending jolts of pleasure throughout your body as his blue eyes stared into yours. As his movements grew, the coil in your abdomen grew tighter, ready to burst.

“Cum on my tongue beautiful.” A loud moan left your lips and your body lifted from the bed, as he practically took your soul and you squirted onto his face, soaking him. He slurped you up like you were his last meal and you squirmed under his touch, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“You're so beautiful when you cum. You taste amazing,” he panted.

You pulled him up into a kiss, his mouth soaked in your juices. His head moved down to your breasts, suckling and moaning as your fingers clawed his back.

Shawn’s eyes never left yours as he undressed, revealing his toned chest and arms. You smiled, your heart racing as you reached out to gently touch his chest, tracing the lines of muscle with your fingertips. “You’re so so hot,” you whispered.

He let out a soft laugh. “You’re the one who’s hot, sweetheart,” he said, his hands in through your curls, tugging you closer to him.

Your lips met his again, tender and slow, savoring the moment. You pressed yourself against him, feeling his hard cock, the heat of his body matching the desire building between you. His hands were gentle but firm as he guided you to the bed, settling you back gently.

Your gaze wandered and your eyes caught his very hard cock. He was so thick, the full package. Shawn always radiated big dick energy but to see it up close and personal—veins prominent, slight curve, long—it was no wonder he acted the way he did in the 90s. He had all reason to be that cocky bastard. He was perfect.

Your mouth practically watered at the sight and you took ahold of it, hand barely able to go around and angled it towards your mouth but he stopped you.

“Not yet,” he murmured. “Tonight’s about you, about making sure you feel good.”

You nodded, heart fluttering as he hovered above you, his hands resting on either side of your head. His expression was soft, his eyes filled with nothing but admiration as he looked down at you.

He used the tip of his cock, dragging it along your wet folds as the sound of squelching filled the room. He teased you a bit more, until he slowly pushed inside, your mouth falling open as he thrusted into you. You moaned at the intrusion and looked down, only to see he was just half way in.

“Y-you’re so big,” you gasped.

“I know, but you can take it. This tight little pussy was made for my cock,” he whispered, leaning down to bite your ear lobe.

It felt like all the wind had been knocked from your lungs as he slid the rest of his length inside you. Tiny whimpers left your lips when he stilled, savoring how your walls began to welcome him in.

“See, you can take it baby, it’s okay.” He began rutting into you steadily, each time, you could feel the head of his cock brush against an area no man had ever come close to hitting before. He was so deep.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, rolling his hips to meet yours.

All you could do was moan, the overwhelming pleasure taking your ability to form coherent words.

“God, I love hearing your pretty moans,” he said, pushing your hair back.

You could barely hang on and “Shawn, cum,” was all you managed to say as you felt the pressure build up like a dam ready to burst.

“I can feel your pussy just sucking me in and gripping me. Go ahead sweetheart, cum for me, s’okay,” he cooed.

You cried out, wrapping your arms around him as he picked up his pace, the dam inside you bursting and your orgasm overtaking you. Your entire body shook and he pressed kisses on your damp forehead, slowly moving inside you to draw every last drop of cum from you.

Shawn had awaken that demon deep inside that you weren’t even aware was there. You needed more.

“I need more,” you moaned, voice shaky.

With that invitation, he increased the pace, thrusting harder and deeper. The headboard slapped against the wall under the pressure, the whole floor probably heard, your nails dug into his back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “That’s it sweetheart, scratch my back,” his gruff voice said.

You were lost in the rhythm, your breath quickening, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

He was pounding you hard and relentless, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. He pulled back slightly, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. His voice was a low growl as he murmured against your mouth, “You’re all mine. Mine to fuck and use now.”

A shiver of excitement raced through you, and he continued, “I want to hear you say it.”

“I’m all yours, Shawn,” you moaned, the words flowing from your lips as if they were the only truth that mattered.

“Such a good girl.” With a gasp, your body responded to his words, pleasure washing over you in waves as you squirted, soaking him completely. Shawn groaned in response, his grip on you tightening as he felt the warmth of your release.

“That’s so hot baby, that turned you on huh,” he said, now chasing his own orgasm as your body lay shaking underneath him.

You were too fucked out to answer, each deep thrust making your pussy throb around him.

He smirked, that infamous cocky smirk, clearly proud of how he had you at his mercy. He switched his pace, slow and deep, driving you both wild. It was as though he was proving a point to you. Showing you exactly who was fucking you and how good it felt.

You wrapped your legs around him tightly for a moment, pulling him closer before releasing them, spreading wider to accommodate him. The shift allowed him to plunge deeper, each stroke igniting a raw, primal desire within you. You gasped, the sensation overwhelming, and you met his movements with your own, grinding against him as he filled you.

“Just like that,” you urged, your voice thick with passion. “Please cum inside me.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. You words sent him over the edge and with a deep, guttural moan, he bucked his hips inside you, his hot cum filling you to the brim. You moaned in satisfaction, his cock throbbing and practically breeding you from how much he came—triggered your own orgasm.

Your body jolted beneath him, shaking from the pure intensity as you both were on cloud nine together.

“I’ve got you sweetheart, fuck, I can’t get enough of this pussy. I’ve got you,” he groaned.

Your body was still buzzing, your mind hazy as you lay against the soft sheets. Shawn pressed a kiss to your temple, his hands tracing slow, soothing patterns along your bare skin.

“You were incredible,” he murmured, voice deep. “So perfect for me.”

“I think that title belongs to you,” you teased, brushing your fingers along his jaw. “I mean, I just won the Women’s Championship and spent the night with you, I’m lucky.”

Shawn chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah, sweetheart, I’m the lucky one.” He kissed your forehead before slipping out of bed. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

You watched him disappear into the bathroom, and moments later, he returned with a warm cloth, carefully tending to you with the kind of gentleness that made your heart swell.

“Didn’t have to do that,” you smiled.

“I wanted to,” he replied simply.

Once he was done, he climbed back into bed, pulling you close against his chest. His arms wrapped around you securely, his body warm and solid against yours.

“You’re everything I thought you’d be,” you admitted softly, tucking your head under his chin. “And somehow even better.”

He sighed contentedly, his fingers tracing over your back. “And you’re even more perfect than I imagined,” he whispered. “Strong, talented, and so damn beautiful. I knew you were special the second I saw you wrestle.”

You smiled tiredly as you nestled further into him. The day had been surreal, from standing champion in the ring to this—wrapped up in the arms of the man who had been your childhood crush, your inspiration, and now, something more.

As your eyes grew heavier, Shawn pressed a final kiss to your hair, his voice a low murmur against your skin.

“Sweet dreams, champ.”

Randy is an absolute menace in this era of him life. He's cocky, impulsive and always getting into trouble. Dating him isn't any different. It's a wild ride.

He acts like he doesn't care about anything, but you figure out pretty fast that he cares a lot about you. He’s just horrible at showing it like a normal person. Early on in your relationship, he is one for teasing you mercilessly. If you are shy, he'll make you blush all the time. He has no shame. Arm slung over your shoulders in public, kisses that last just a little too long, possessive hand on your lower back if anyone even looks at you wrong. He wants everyone to know you’re his. (And maybe flex a little that he managed to pull someone as amazing as you.)

He's reckless. He can be rather self-destructive. This means that sometimes you have to be his anchor. You have to be the one who stops him from throwing hands at people backstage, remind him to think before he burns yet another bridge.

However, this doesn't mean he would ever hurt you. Randy is surprisingly quite soft when it comes to you. He'll do things like knocking on your door at 2am because he can't sleep. He'll come and see you out of no where because he 'just wanted to see you' and then will pull you to go and cuddle.

However, you know that his temper is legendary and sometimes he does occasionally snapped at you. If he ever does, he does feel awful about it. He'll shut down a little and give you space before approaching you later to apologise and hold you close.

His love langugue is physical touch. He cannot keep his hands off of you. Even if he’s just lightly brushing your pinky finger while you're talking, he needs that contact.

He also leans towards acts of service but it's in a VERY chaotic sort of way. This involves things like picking a fight with someone who insulted you (even if you absolutely didn’t want him to). Or buying you a coffee in the morning and insisting it's because he "had extra money" not because he thought of you first thing.

Randy and jealousy? Oh boy. It's bad. He's possessive and suspicious by nature, even fi you don't give him any reasons to be suspicious. Most of the time he doesn't realise he's doing it too, he's just glaring daggers at some guy who's getting way too friendly before pulling you into his side.

When Randy loves, he loves hard. No second-guessing, no playing it cool. It’s reckless and overwhelming and too much sometimes, but it’s real. He’s the guy who will fight the whole world for you without a second thought.

Late night drives are his favorite thing to do with you. No destination, just the open road, his hand resting on your thigh, talking about everything and nothing with the windows down. That’s when you see the real Randy, the one who would do anything for you.

⏾ you didn't really care for hunter when he first joined the wwf. you didn’t exactly know who he was, you just saw him around backstage. he wasn’t exactly memorable to you, he had the basic wrestler look. 6’3, blond, muscular. not much to think about.

⏾ hunter, on the other hand, had his eyes on the prize way before signing with wwf. you had been established in the company as women’s champion at the time, the company heavily relied on you as their top female draw. you were great, the fans loved you, and your merch sold.

⏾ after he was signed, he’d just admire you from afar, you were so effortlessly cool. you've always been his wrestling crush. you were beyond talented, bombshell of a beauty, so, so sweet, and well liked by everyone. of course everyone liked you, look at you. the things he would’ve done to even be near you.

⏾ hunter began hanging out with shawn (who had essentially recruited him for the kliq) almost immediately. you and shawn were really good friends at the time, as vince had put the tag team belts on you and shawn as a joke. shawn could immediately tell that hunter had a thing for you, the way he could barely pull a proper "hello" when you're around immediately gave it away. hunter's eyes would be glued to your face, and up and down your body, he'd immediately smile and look away, slightly blushing when you'd even glance at him.

"dude, what's all that about?"

"don't. don't even, I just-.. she's.. wow."

"do you want me to introduce you-"

"yes, please."

⏾ you were somehow, magically, (backstage politically, shawn michaels sends his regards) dragged into a romance angle with hunter. he was the new signing, and the company wanted to give him a little push. so, now you two were forced to be around each other a lot. you dropped the tag belts soon there after, but kept the women's championship.

⏾ he had kept his french aristocrat gimmick from wcw, but instead of Jean Paul Levesque, he was now Hunter Hearst Helmsley. you were his ‘wife’, y/n y/l/n-helmsley, you escorted him into the ring, interfered in his matches, and cut promos with him. you spent a lot of time on and off the road with him, it's not like either of you had a choice.

⏾ you two slowly became friends, though the dynamic was a bit weird at first since he seemed to be a big fan of you. he kept up some of his 'aristocratic' behaviours, he was trying so hard to win you over. he'd hold doors open for you, always keep as seat open for you, push chairs in and out for you, carry your stuff whether it's a bag or a championship belt.

⏾ and warm up to him, you did. you thought he was really sweet, even though he'd give you 'funny eyes' when you worked out together. hunter was always complimenting you, your matches, your gear, your looks, anything. if he could find a way into your heart, he sure was going to sweet-talk his way there.

"your match was so good earlier, I watched the whole thing."

"yeah, I know. I saw you at the commentary table, burning holes into my body."

"how could I not? you're so talented, and you looked so damn gorgeous."

⏾ a friendship was beginning to blossom between you two, he was actually genuinely so lovely. it was nice for once to not be the only one sober when the rest of the kliq were either drunk or stoned off their mind. you two became the friend groups 'parents', and were often left alone when shawn, kev, scott and sean were passed out.

⏾ you could talk to him for hours about the most random things ever, whether it was wrestling, music, life, ways to get the idiots on the floor to sober up, it was just so easy to talk to him. you two had a whole lotta chemistry in real life, and it translated into the ring.

⏾ having you almost as a 'mentor' to his french gentleman character was constantly messing with his brain. it was like the really hot, popular girl tutoring the new guy in class.

⏾ you were trying to hard to teach him how to cut a babyface promo, but he just couldn't do it the way you wanted him to. he was just a natural heel. you ended up convincing vince to turn you both heel, as it would've been better for him. but, as you turned heel, vince wanted you two to turn up the sexual element of your on screen relationship.

⏾ you were now all over each other at all times, you were wearing shorter dresses, unbuttoning his white shirt before matches for him, he was constantly groping you and kissing your neck, just touchy.

⏾ you two immediately became significantly closer. the tension from your fake relationship spilling into your friendship. it was obvious, something was happening here.

⏾ you two were now hanging out without shawn, or the chaos of the kliq, just one on one. you work out together in hotel gyms, go on coffee runs because the coffee in the arena sucks, eat together in catering way before or after lunch breaks so you can be with each other in peace. sometimes, you'd just sit together just to be in each other's presence.

⏾ you and hunter were entering the mutual crush phase, and it was so beyond obvious to everyone around you.

⏾ shawn was your biggest fan, no one wanted you two to get together more than he did. he was always teasing you two, making loud kissing noises when you and hunter were doing literally anything, 'your girlfriend' to hunter's face when you were right there. shawn would even purposefully create situations where you and hunter had to be basically breathing each other's air. whether it's him taking up more space in cars so you'd be forced to sit on hunter's lap, or talking one of the boys who didn’t need much convincing into locking you two in a a tiny closet.

⏾ then degeneration-x formed, you two couldn't escape each other now.

⏾ shawn lobbied hard for you and hunter to be in the faction, and it was immediate perfection. it became a public secret that you and hunter had something going on, everyone backstage was so aware of it, and the fans began seeing it during shows. it was obvious it wasn't just the 'y/n and hunter are married' thing, even commentary would make jokes about it.

⏾ it went from casual friends, to close friends, to no one really knows what's going in with you two. now became stolen glances, hidden touches, whispered words, longing looks, painful yearning. hunter was always hugging you, his arms were always around your shoulders or you waist, hand glued to your hip, heart eyes.

⏾ you two were almost always cuddled up, hunter didn't care if people talked, he was obsessed with you. he wanted to always be near you, to be the one who made you laugh, to be the one who made you feel safe and love. he would even kiss your head and cheeks, he didn't care who saw. the relentless teasing was worth it, all the jokes and the stares. it was all worth those couple minutes of intimacy.

⏾ but he wanted more, both of you did.

⏾ it all boiled up to a moment when are four of you were on the road. shawn had stopped the car, and him and chyna went into a convenient store to buy some snacks and drinks. you and hunter were sitting in the back seat when he turned to you, and asked;

"why aren't i your boyfriend?"

"you haven't asked me-"

"can you please be my girlfriend? like please?"

"yeah, i would love that."

⏾ by the time shawn and chyna came back, you two were busy making out, not paying attention to anything but each other. shawn loudly knocked on the window, "happy for you, idiots, but not in my car." he said, chyna laughing in the background.

⏾ hunter is so obsessed with you.

⏾ hunter is also such a jealous boyfriend. it took him so long to finally have you all to himself, and he sure as hell wasn't going to let you get away from him. he fucking hated the way some wrestlers backstage looked at you, sometimes even the fans at ringside pissed him off. you were his, and his alone.

⏾ he would possessively show you off. if someone in particular was annoying him, he'd pull you as close as possible to him, sometimes on his lap if he could. he'd hold and kiss you while holding eye contact with that person. he didn't give a fuck, you were his.

⏾ he'd also refuse to let you out of his sight. if you had a match, or a promo, he's there watching, the furthest he could be was gorilla. if you had to change, he was in your locker room. he was always there, but he had limits, of course. if you wanted to be left alone, he respected your boundaries.

⏾ he was so protective of you, so, so protective. he hates seeing you upset, or bothered. he would do anything to make his girl happy. he didn't care if he had to spend his entire cheque spoiling you, hunter would go to hell back to see you smile.

"is that a diamond fucking ring?"

"anything for my baby."

⏾ loves, loves, loves when you ask him to give you head. that man is a munch, i don't care what anyone thinks. especially as he gets older, baby, that alone gets him off.

⏾ absolutely adores seeing you in his clothes, specifically in his leather jackets.

⏾ super touchy. whether it's a hand around your waist, around your shoulders, finger hooked on a belt loop on your pants. hunter always needs contact, especially when emotions are high. you're the only person who he could feel genuinely and wholly vulnerable with.

⏾ huge on cheek and forehead kisses

⏾ genuinely, has a sexual thing for you sitting his lap. has something to do with him being so much bigger than you.

⏾ massive daddy kink, even worse sir kink.

⏾ also has thing for seeing you in his merch, or anything with his name on it.

⏾ literally gets so annoyed and straight up upset when you have to do anything. he wants you to just sit back and relax, he wants to take care of you all the time. hates seeing you up on your feet doing something he could do for you. he gets borderline embarrassed.

“where are you going?”

“to get.. water..?”

“water? mhm, what else do you want?”

“uhm.. a sandwich…?”

“seat your ass the fuck down, then.”

⏾ you’re so beyond spoiled in this relationship. want a sandwich? he’ll start with making his own bread from scratch. need a change of clothes? here’s his comfiest hoodie, while he does your laundry. want to paint your nails? gel, or regular polish? you want a diamond ring? do you want that lab grown or naturally mined?

⏾ when he began growing his beard, he became absolutely in love with you trimming and cleaning it up for him. he closeness, having you on his lap, the bathroom smells like aftershave and your perfume, your clothes are slightly damp and he can’t get that silly smile of his face for you to actually work.

⏾ you’re his bestest friend :(

⏾ constantly reminds you that he loves you, mostly because he’s loves hearing you telling him you love him back.

⏾ gets the most raging boners when you tug on his hair. like, this man is borderline whimpering when your fingers barely graze his scalp.

⏾ the second you’re on your knees for him, he loses his mind. it’s like he can’t breathe anymore.

⏾ LIVES between your thighs. his eyes barely open, licking and sucking, he’s humping the bed beneath him. it’s gets him off so much. (i’m obsessed w this can u tell)

⏾ sit on his face, smother him. his nose takes care of your clit. (iykyk)

⏾ “angel” and “baby” are his favourite nicknames for you.

⏾ one of his favourite things to do was to rub the fact that you’re his in the faces of your fanboys. he lived for it, it gave him an excuse to be all over you on national television. the explicitness of dx also added to him being just inappropriate on live television.

“see this? see all of this? *actively groping you*, i get to have this gorgeous, sexy woman all to myself *more groping ofc*. and you pathetic scums can’t have her, you can just watch. *groping intensifies*”

“suck it? i mean, as long as it’s this pretty little thing”

⏾ (stupidly) flirts with you like his life depends on it

“ya come here often?”

“??? we both work here.”