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Can someone PLEEAASEE make a connie & ony x reader😩😩😩

Can we talk about this person thread? Aka Captain America: Civil Acrylics😂😭. These memes are officially out of hand lmfaooo

Bru somebody please make a franklin saint smut bro. I'm begging youu😩

…….You deserve to have your pussy ate 🙏🏽

Breaking Up With ! AOT BOYS !

-(Armin , Onyankapon, Connie & Levi -)

Two smuts ! & 2 Softs ! Enjoy ! Mentions of : Manipulation & Vulgar Language use of pussy & dick, .

Side Note : Im a little shadow Banned! I would really appreciate a share or like of any source if you may or enjoy story’s content please 🙏🏽 and thank you !

Breaking Up W/ Levi Via Text!

You didn’t honestly think , before you were texting your 3 year long boyfriend about breaking up , he was the sweetest and gentle person you ever met you just weren’t ready or maybe these where just feelings too come too conclusions with him for .

When you’d sent the message it didn’t take long before he was replying , “ I understand, but did I do anything wrong ? Can we fix it ?” He’d told you since he’d met you he didn’t like his time being wasted when there were probably better things ahead .

You where so reluctant because you wanted him but didn’t know how too come too just go through with what you started , so instead of giving him a reply you cut your phone off and laid down hoping you could think over your decision.

“Baby , you in here ?” Levi knocked hoping you’ll be here he felt as though he shouldn’t just let you walk away but try too fix it , coming into your shared room he smiled at your laid out figure fast asleep .

Putting the flowers on the edge of the bed he took off his shoes , before hoisting you up and laying your head on his shoulder , that being enough too wake you , “ Hey baby” your arms wrapped his waist nuzzling your face in his neck , he smiled softly at your yet happiness too see him .

“What happened? Did I do something wrong? Why do you want too leave me?” He questioned rubbing your back slowly too give you understanding on no matter what he was always there .

“I was just going with my mind , my heart wants you and my gut thinks I’m a fool , I just needed time too think , I’m sorry I won’t do that again Levi “ he smiled nodding his head understandably before smiling , “You still my baby ?” He grabbed the flowers , before you looked at them and smiled , “ Yes Levi I’m still yours my love “ he kissed your lips wrapping his hands around your back .

Connie!

You’d broken up with him three weeks ago but he knew before the sun wrapped around earth again you would be back .

Seeing you so hugged up with your friends like everything was ok , while he yearned too have you , was heart aching maybe it was just time for him too move on from you like you’d did him .

That didn’t take long before he was showing up too your friends get together with a girl on his hip , smiling as bright as he could possibly.

You’d think it’s been some prank he was trying too pull till he’d kissed her , a long fondling kiss too , quickly enough you where exiting the room , him seeing that he knew he’d started something .

“I’ll go check on her “ Sasha said walking off before glancing so hard at Connie that he swore he felt shivers go down his spine .

He felt bad honestly but why when she broke up with him … that’s not how it works , Sasha had came back to the table , before she was shooting Connie glances too go back there but stupid ole him he didn’t understand before she was messaging him .

“She wants you “ his eyebrows raising before he darted his eyes up at Sasha putting a finger too his chest and mouthing that if she was sure she wanted him.

Sasha nodded shooing him too go , and without another word he’d excused himself, walking back into your room , where you sat on the bed wiping away those puffy eyes .

“Hey “ he’d said softly , you didn’t want him too see you this way over him especially when you where the one who broke things off so you turned away from him , sniffling a soft “Hey Con” he smiled softly walking over towards you before sitting down beside you .

“Why are you crying? I thought you said I could move on “ looking up at the ceiling forcing tears not to fall from your eyes .

“Con its been three weeks and your kissing someone else , and then you bring her in my house like it’s ok ?” You pouted still not daring too look at him .

“I thought you were happy ? You seemed like it … always smiling when I saw you I wanted too be that happy too so I thought I could move on “ sniffling in your palms he’d hated he even thought too bring her here .

“Stop … look at me “ he grabbed your chin pulling your face around too him and gently pulling your hands away from your face he always told you how pretty you where when you cried , that’s button nose turning so red on your melanin skin , those once low eyes getting so big and doe.

“I’m not , I miss you … and you’re stuffing your face full of some random chick you more than likely just met … “ he sighed , “ You miss me ? So why did you leave me ? “ you scooted closer to him , crawling over him and sitting on his lap putting your face in his neck , more the most he was shocked .

“I don’t know , I hated it the minute I did it “ he stood up with you hoisted on his waist before laying you on your back , “ Be mine again then mama ? “You smiled cupping his cheek softly kissing his lips .

“Let me fix us “ his lips traveled too your neck slowly and the whole night Connie was making sure you where his .

Armin!Smutty!

You couldn’t do it , the manipulation and the overwhelming power he had on you it was all too much you weren’t sure how or what you would do but you prepared yourself for everything Armin was going to do when you sat him down and told him you wanted too end things .

“But why my love ?” He asked with doe eyes , you knew this was just the beginning of his games .

“I just can’t Armin you’re manipulating me and it’s not healthy for you or for us !” You sighed grabbing your purse and jacket .

“I can stop mama , please I can go get help … I can be normal “ he followed you too the door daring if he let you leave out of here with out staying his girlfriend he would never forgive himself .

“I have too go Armin “ grabbing the knob , Armin was falling too his knees , holding onto you like a lost child, eyes tearing as more as you rejected him.

“Please baby don’t leave , I’ll do anything just tell me how too fix it?” Your breath hitched in your throat all you could do was shake your head no , “Armin please let me go “ he shook his head no , burying his face in between your thighs .

“Armin !” You yelped finding your hand wrapped in his hair , on how close in proximity he was too your cunt , what was his problem .

“Please mommy don’t go , you’re leaving me like eveyone else , why?” He whimpered , puppy dog eyes only eating your heart piece by piece , he’d told you about his family background and how his mother and father didn’t too much give him attention that’s how he became so manipulative only doing it too keep the ones he loved the most around .

You had no words feeling if you told him you’ll be wrong , “why mama ? I said I’ll do anything “ his face pushed up into your cunt , burying his mouth in between your thighs , “Armin don’t do that “ you yelp spreading your legs hands tied roughly in his hair pushing him away , his tongue lapped at your sensitive nub , panties barely making a wall as his saliva and your juices wet your panties .

Pressed against the door basically sitting against his face , his arms wrapped under your thighs limiting any possible chance to get away , “Armin you’re doing it again !” Letting out a chocked gasp he just pulled you closer , as his nose pushed into your clit and tongue fucked up into you.

He’s a mess , his little hiccups and teary eyes pushing you over the edge , eyes puffy and wet , that ones knot of a fist you had in his hair turned into soft hands running through his hair soothing his cries , “Armi-Armin breathe baby !” He pouted cutting your sentence short humming a “no “ as tears fell down his rose cheeks .

He had no choice but too make you cum over and over till you’re overstimulated and crying pushing his head away , till you both slowly made it too the ground , and your panties where finally disregarded and he was buried tongue deep .

“Who’s crying now ?” He pulls away tears dried up from his former cries , leaning up too your face , you’re dried out , overstimulated and crying , wrapping your arms around his neck you sighed , “ I’m yours I promise , I won’t leave you like everyone else “ his smile only growing prominently, “ Good mommy , come on let’s go nap please “ picking you up in his arms , he sure was a whiny boy but god if he would’ve gave you the dick , you’d been head over heels .

Wrapping your arms around his neck you sobbed in his neck knowing you’d got yourself deeper , and honestly you didn’t wanna be saved , you wanted too stay right where you were wanted .

Onyankapon!

He was the childish type so coming too him about breaking up didn’t strike nothing but a sense of humor in his body .

“You want too what?” He sat infront of the tv rolling up getting ready too go out on the porch and smoke .

“I want too break up…” you replied nervously fondling with your hands.

He’d busted out laughing , almost knocking his blunt off the table , “stop playing girl” he chuckled off the rest of his laugh , you where embarrassed almost , you’d finally came onto him like he’d asked you too and he was just laughing in your face .

“I’m serious onyankapon “ he was shocked when you’d used his full name , he hadn’t heard that shit since you’d first started dating.

Putting down his blunt and rolling tray , he looked up at you , standing beside the tv he knew you where nervous of his reply and you should be .

“What you talking about anyway?” He was getting annoyed seeing time was up for you too go ahead and say you where just playing around.

“I don’t know but you’re not right for me , I want too much ony and … what I’m saying is we don’t have the same goals…” you forced out of your throat , looking at him .

“What would those goals be ?” He sat up , staring up at you like he could snap your fucking neck , 4 years together and now you had a change of heart .

“I want a baby ony , I’m a nurse , and I want too get married , and in a nice … well “ looking around he’d already put you in a nice house with well furnished material so asking for more than that was unnecessary.

He wasn’t phased by this shit siting back in the position he was in he looked up at you , “ Come here , I’m not mad at you I understand where you coming from, let’s just talk before you fall through with this “ walking over too him , your mind racing if he’d really plan on talking it out .

Sitting down in his lap , he looked up at you swearing he could hurt you but him being that way was what made you think like this , so he had too be grown about this .

“You gone leave me mama ?”

“Don’t put it like that ony , I just want better “ his hands met your waist tugging you up on his chest , “ I can give you a baby ma , I can marry you “ what you wanted a new nigga or some .

You where lost for words , if only you would’ve talk too him about this , you’re sure he could’ve made it happen like he do everything else .

“You want some new dick?” You gasped fastly shaking your head no , you wouldn’t ld trade what you had for the world .

“So I’m confused , i can do whatever you want so why you tryna leave me ?” You honestly just don’t know , but he was gone help you find out .

“I don’t know pa “ he sighed softly “well i respect you “ cupping you face he kissed you softly , fastly deepening the kiss .

“But this my pussy , and you not leaving me mama “ grabbing your wrist , he held them behind your back , making sure you weren’t trying too hard to get away.

“Ony you said you understood “ pulling your robe aside , his hand didn’t take time before he was sucking his fingers and rubbing your clit , “ Are you crazy mama ? You get me inlove with you and you leave me ? “ you pouted his stimulation on your clit making your cunt leak .

“I just … ony I still do love you pa , what do you mean ?” He sunk his fingers in your cunt curling them too hit high places that made you whimper for more .

“You don’t love me … you want someone else dick in you “ you pouted falling over his shoulder running from his fingers that easily slipped out , as you caught your breath hanging over his shoulder.

“I don’t want that ony I only want yours” he sighed , pulling your hips back down but instead of his fingers entering you his tip was pushing past those creamy walls filling you with his cock .

“So stay ? Stay where you are and let me fill you with that baby mama , I been trying too put your ass on 9 months rest anyway … so shit - why you even playing with me ?” You were a mess drool sliding down the corner of your mouth holding onto his shoulders as he bounced you up and down his dick .

“I’m sorry papa, I’ll stay , I was - mmmm I was just caught up , I’m sorry I swear “ he hummed softly at your acknowledgment he could do you bad but he wanted too give his divided thoughts too this situation so he was gone bust your pussy open and baby you too sleep with his words .

“You gone marry me mama ?” You pouted rising from his shoulder looking him in his eyes , all seriousness ,” Yes papa I will “ you pouted loving how deep he was digging into you and confessing his love , “we gone go get you the prettiest ring you want ? You like that ?” You whimpered feeling yourself grown closer , “I love that pa “ you moaned just what he wanted too hear as your cream leaked down his dick and his was filling you up .

hi!!!!!

i think im gonna start doing fanfics??? i dunno. i know i can write but i dunno who i’d write for. Ofc the reader inserts are gonna be black readers bc we dont get enough on this damn app okay??

BLOODLUST

The office was quiet, the only sound the faint hum of the city outside. I sat behind my desk, surrounded by walls that held secrets darker than the night sky. My heartbeats were steady, unwavering—much unlike those of a mortal. I am Kamala Harris, Vice President of the United States, but tonight, I felt more like a creature of the night, an ancient being tethered to desires I had long buried.

When Y/n stepped through the door, everything changed. The air shifted, electric with the promise of something forbidden. I watched them as they approached, my gaze lingering on the gentle curve of their neck, the pulse beneath their skin—a tempting reminder of life itself. It was intoxicating, the way their blood sang to me, calling out in an unending serenade, stirring an insatiable hunger deep within that I fought to keep contained.

“Kamala, I thought we could go over the briefings for tomorrow,” they said, holding a stack of papers, their voice smooth and warm—a stark contrast to the chill that often surrounded me. But I hardly heard their words; all I could think about was how close they were, how their presence enveloped me like the darkness outside.

“Let’s put that aside for a moment,” I replied, my voice low and deliberate, cloaking the urgency that bubbled just beneath the surface. I leaned back in my chair, feeling like a predator watching its prey, my instincts teetering on the edge of control. The moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating Y/n’s features and casting an ethereal glow around them, making my resolve waver.

Desire coursed through my veins, more potent than any political ambition I had ever known. It was as if the centuries I had lived had led me to this very moment—the pull between us undeniable, magnetic. Could I dare cross that line? The thought sent shivers down my spine, awakening a part of me that longed for connection, for companionship beneath the vast cosmos.

I stood from my chair, closing the distance between us, the scent of Y/n’s blood wrapping around me like a silken ribbon. “You’re more than just my assistant,” I confessed, every word heavy with meaning. “There’s something about you I can’t resist.”

Their eyes widened, surprise mingling with an awakening awareness—a spark that ignited the tension in the room. “Kamala…” they began, but I didn’t give them a chance to finish. The moment hung thick, filled with a potent mixture of fear and longing, and I knew I had to have them, to claim what was mine.

With a sudden, primal urge, I reached out, brushing my fingers against their wrist, feeling the warmth radiating from their skin. Everything in me screamed to take, to indulge in the primal desire that surged within—Y/n’s blood would not only satiate my thirst but bind us in ways that transcended time.

“Y/n,” I murmured, leaning closer, my breath fanning across their neck, intoxicating and overwhelming. “I want you to understand what this means. You are my mate… and once you feel it, there’s no turning back.”

The world outside faded, leaving only the two of us suspended in this moment, caught between light and darkness—a powerful connection waiting to be unleashed under the watchful gaze of the moon.

Let It Burn

In the heart of Washington, D.C., the air was thick with tension as Kamala Harris sat in her office, surrounded by the memories of a life once filled with laughter and love. The walls, adorned with accolades and reminders of her achievements, seemed to close in on her as she awaited Y/n’s arrival. Today would change everything.

Y/n entered the office, the subtle clatter of heels echoing in the quiet space. Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, Kamala saw the familiar warmth that had first drawn her to Y/n. But today, that warmth felt distant, replaced by an air of resolve that made Kamala’s stomach twist.

“Y/n, I—” Kamala began, but Y/n held up a hand, cutting her off gently.

“Kamala, we need to talk.” The strength in Y/n’s voice silenced the room, bringing the weight of impending heartbreak into stark focus.

As they settled into the plush chairs opposite each other, Y/n took a deep breath. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us...about our family.” There was a tremor in Y/n's voice, one that didn’t go unnoticed by Kamala. “The kids...they need stability, and they need both of us, not just parts of us.”

Kamala’s heart sank, knowing this conversation had been looming for some time. Juggling her role as vice president and being a partner and mother had become increasingly challenging. “I know things have been tough,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I’m doing this for our future.”

Y/n shook their head, a sadness etched across their features. “Is that really what you think? That your job comes before us? Before them?” They reached into their bag, pulling out a manila envelope. “I can’t keep pretending that everything is okay when it’s not.”

With trembling hands, Y/n slid the envelope across the table towards Kamala. The gravity of the moment struck Kamala like a physical blow. She opened it slowly, her eyes scanning the pages. Divorce papers. The words blurred as tears threatened to spill. “Y/n, please… let’s talk about this.”

“There’s nothing left to discuss. I can’t raise our kids alone while you’re consumed by your career,” Y/n said, their voice heavy with emotion. “They want to live with me. They need more than what you can give right now.”

Kamala felt her chest tighten, the reality of the situation crashing down on her. “You know how much I love them. I’m doing this for our future!” she pleaded, desperation creeping into her tone.

“But at what cost, Kamala?” Y/n’s voice cracked, the pain evident in their eyes. “You’re here, but you’re not really here. The kids feel it, and so do I. I need to prioritize them, and I can’t do that if you’re always chasing a dream that takes you further away from us.”

The silence that hung between them was thick and suffocating. Kamala wanted to argue, to fight for her marriage, but deep down, she knew Y/n was right. The late nights, the missed family dinners, and the increasing distance had created a rift that felt impossible to bridge.

“Please don’t do this,” Kamala finally whispered, her voice breaking.

Y/n looked at her, a mixture of sorrow and determination in their gaze. “I have to, Kamala. For the kids. For my own sanity.” They paused, taking a deep breath, trying to remain steady amidst the turmoil. “I hope one day you can understand.”

As Y/n gathered their things, preparing to leave the office—and the life they had built together—Kamala felt the weight of her choices pressing down upon her. In the pursuit of her ambitions, she had lost sight of what truly mattered. As the door clicked shut behind Y/n, leaving her alone in the silence of the office, Kamala Hart bordered on the edge of her career and her heart, caught in the painful realization of what she had sacrificed.

In the coming weeks, the impact of the divorce would echo through her life, a reminder that no amount of success could fill the void left by the love and family she had taken for granted. And as she sat in solitude, staring at the framed photographs that once brought her joy, she understood that this was just the beginning of a long journey of healing and reflection, one that would test her in ways she never anticipated.

She Keeps Calling

October London - She Keeps Calling

Oh

Baby, yeah

She keeps calling me and I go

Although she takes from me, I follow

She gave me a key to her door

Now she got me coming back for more, more

The sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over the bustling streets of Washington, D.C. Amidst the hum of city life, Kamala Harris found herself lost in thought, her mind echoing with the laughter and warmth of Y/n, the person who had captured her heart. It was a typical day for the vice president, filled with meetings and speeches, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the moments they shared—those fleeting glances, the subtle touches that ignited something deep within her.

Kamala leaned against her desk, the soft music of October London’s “She Keeps Calling” playing softly in the background. The lyrics resonated with her; each word felt like a secret he had whispered just for her, a confession of longing and desire. She closed her eyes, letting the melody wash over her as she recalled the first time Y/n had walked into her life.

Oh

She keeps callin' me, yeah

I tried, but I can't leave, yeah

You got me roped in, sippin' your potion, yeah, yeah

Oh, I swore to myself that this time I'd give you up, yeah

But all I know is you're, oh

It was an unexpected meeting—a charity event where their paths crossed briefly. Kamala was drawn to Y/n’s infectious energy, the way they lit up every room they entered, captivating everyone with their charm. It didn’t take long for her to realize that beneath Y/n’s playful exterior lay a depth of intellect and compassion that matched her own.

As the days turned into weeks, their connection deepened. They would send messages back and forth, sharing late-night conversations that felt electric. Kamala found herself looking forward to their chats, her heart racing whenever she saw Y/n’s name pop up on her phone. Yet, each time she heard the familiar sound of a text notification, a part of her worried about what it meant.

She keeps calling me and I go

Although she takes from me, I follow

She gave me a key to her door

Now she got me coming back for more, more

She keeps calling me and I go

Although she takes from me, I follow

She gave me a key to her door

Now she got me coming back for more, more

“She keeps calling,” Kamala thought, the line from the song ringing true. There was a magnetic pull between them, one that was impossible to ignore. Each interaction left her wanting more, craving the way Y/n made her feel—alive, seen, adored.

One evening, after a long day spent in meetings, Kamala decided to invite Y/n over to unwind. Her nerves fluttered as she prepared her home, wanting everything to be perfect. She set up a cozy living area, candles flickering softly, a light jazz playlist accompanying the ambiance. When Y/n arrived, they brought with them an energy that filled the room, instantly lifting Kamala’s spirits.

Oh, it seems I've gotten deep, yeah (gotten deep, yeah)

And the odds are up against me, yeah (oh, yeah)

Been there and done that, don't know why I come back, yeah

Oh-oh, don't know why I stick around for you

I don't know why, but I do, oh-oh

They settled onto the couch, sharing stories and laughter, the comfort of their friendship enveloping them like a warm blanket. As the night wore on, Kamala felt a shift in the air, a tension that hung between them like unspoken words. She looked into Y/n’s eyes, seeing the spark of connection mirrored back at her.

“Y/n,” Kamala started, her heart pounding. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Before she could continue, Y/n smiled—a knowing smile that sent butterflies spiraling in Kamala’s stomach. “You don’t have to say anything, you know. I feel it too.”

Relief washed over Kamala, mixed with exhilaration. “You do?”

“Yeah,” Y/n replied, their gaze unwavering. “It’s like… no matter how busy our lives get, you’re always on my mind. I can’t help but be drawn to you. It’s as if you call out to me, and I just can’t resist.”

Kamala felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks. “I thought it was just me. You keep calling to me too, and I’m so hooked on you, Y/n. You make everything brighter.”

As they spoke, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, their hearts racing in sync. The lyrics of the song echoed in Kamala’s mind again, highlighting the undeniable truth of their feelings.

With an impulsive move, Kamala took Y/n’s hand, intertwining their fingers, and felt the electricity surge between them. They share a moment of silence, soaking in the realization that they were on the cusp of something new—something powerful.

“I don’t want to be just friends anymore,” Kamala admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Y/n’s eyes sparkled with joy as they squeezed her hand gently. “Me neither. Let’s see where this takes us.”

And in that moment, Kamala knew she was ready to embrace whatever came next, fully aware that Y/n was the one she wanted by her side. They shared a shy smile, a promise of something beautiful blooming between them—one that would surely thrive amidst the chaos of their lives, echoing the sentiment of the song that had brought them both to this very moment.

As the night went on, Kamala and Y/n fell deeper into conversation, the boundaries of friendship fading as they explored the uncharted territories of their hearts. Time slipped away, and for Kamala Harris, the woman who held a tremendous position of power, it felt wonderfully liberating to simply be vulnerable with.

She keeps calling me and I go

Although she takes from me, I follow

She gave me a key to her door

Now she got me coming back for more, more

She keeps calling me and I go

Although she takes from me, I follow

She gave me a key to her door

Now she got me coming back for more, more, more

Smut Headcanon

Past and Present Kamala

When it comes to you and Kamala you guys sex lives are great. Especially since Kamala is the dominant one in the relationship.

She’s love your body ever since her college days in HBCU. The first time y’all had sex she was obsessed… and still is obsessed almost 20 To 30 years later.

The way she loves how you cum on her tongue and how the way you scream and moan her name. Omg is crazy for facesitting as well.

She loves that you take care of her as well. But she mostly pleases you. Basically more of a giver and not a receiver.

She gets off when you gets off. When you try to give back she stops you because she basically cums off your moans and knowing its going to put you to sleep.

Oh and speaking of dominant Kamala does not like it when you become bratty. You have rules to follow and if you break them you will punish.

She have all kinds of different sex toys. From whips to butt plugs to dildos and much more. Oh you hate orgasm denial very much. That’s a big part of how much you hate that she does that to you.

You are her good girl and you better act like it. Or else you will be spanked. Good girls cums while bad girls don’t. But don’t worry you do get your get back at her though.

She gives you a look that tells you don’t act up.

Fucks you hard with the biggest strap-on that she knows you can barely take. The belly bulge and the cum ring around the based of the fake cock. She loves it.

Kamala loves you very much soft or hard dom she will always take care of baby. Don’t get it twisted though, she will fuck up your pussy and asshole. Leaving you gaping for her and her alone.

Writing an smut Headcanon

Hey guys I am writing a smut headcanon for Kamala. Also please send me some requests. I know I’ve been lazy with posting imagines but at the same time I’ve been busy with work and just be too damn tired to do anything. But yeah I may post the headcanon later tonight or tomorrow morning. I think you guys will love it though. Just if anyone wants me to write something for Kamala just send it to my requests page that is linked on my master list.

Protecting The Musician

Request: Yes @chanbien

The atmosphere backstage was electric as I prepared for my performance. I had been working tirelessly on this set, and sharing the stage with someone as inspiring as Kamala Harris felt like a dream come true. My heart raced with anticipation, and I could hardly wait to showcase my music to an audience that included her.

As I stood by the side of the stage, tuning my guitar, I overheard a commotion in the audience. My stomach twisted when I recognized the loud, brash voice that cut through the excitement—Donald Trump. He had just taken the stage for a brief appearance, and it was clear he was up to his usual antics.

“Why are we even listening to her?” I heard him scoff, his tone dripping with disdain. “What has she ever done that’s so special?”

Anger flared within me at his disrespect for Kamala. This was a woman who had fought tirelessly for justice, equality, and the rights of others, and yet here he was, belittling her without a second thought. I could see Kamala standing tall and composed on the other end of the stage, radiating strength despite the jab.

I took a deep breath, reminding myself that this moment was bigger than us. It wasn’t just about a performance; it was about standing up for what was right. I could feel a surge of determination coursing through me. I was going to dedicate my set to her—to the resilience of anyone who faced disrespect and opposition.

When it was finally my turn to step into the spotlight, I walked out with my head held high. The audience was a mix of cheers and jeers, but I focused on Kamala, who was watching intently, her eyes encouraging. I strummed the first chord and let the music flow through me, pouring all my passion into every note.

As I sang, I could see Kamala smile, her presence invigorating me. I wrote the song with her spirit in mind—about resilience, empowerment, and standing up against those who try to bring us down. With each verse, I let my message resonate, hoping it would reach not only her but everyone in the room.

When I finished, the applause erupted, drowning out any negativity left lingering in the air. Kamala stood and clapped enthusiastically, her smile wide as she approached the front of the stage. My heart swelled with pride as she leaned down to speak to me.

“You were fantastic,” she said, her voice warm and genuine. “Thank you for reminding us why we stand strong together.”

In that moment, I knew that no amount of disrespect from anyone could change the power of our voices. We were here to uplift one another, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

The indomitable strength that women like her embody. I poured my heart into the lyrics, each verse a tribute to those who had fought battles both seen and unseen.

The audience began to sway with the rhythm, some clapping along while others were caught up in the emotion of the moment. The notes danced in the air, filling the space between us with a sense of solidarity that transcended politics. In that fleeting instant, it felt as though we were all connected—each one of us standing up for a better future, inspired by a remarkable woman who dared to dream big.

As I reached the final chorus, I glanced back at Kamala, and our eyes locked. Her gaze was fierce, filled with pride and determination. I could see the impact of what I was doing; it wasn’t just a performance anymore. It was a declaration. A statement that no matter how loud the dissenters got, we’d keep singing and fighting for what we believe in.

When the last note hung in the air, the audience erupted into applause. I took a moment to let it wash over me, feeling the gratitude and support flowing from the crowd. But more importantly, I wanted to acknowledge Kamala. I gestured toward her, signaling my respect for her unwavering spirit and tenacity.

It was then that I saw something incredible happen. Kamala stood up and clapped, a broad smile on her face. It felt like a culmination of everything she represented—a celebration of resilience and the power of voice. In that moment, I realized that we were all part of something bigger than ourselves, a movement for change and hope.

After the show, I had the chance to meet Kamala backstage. With excitement bubbling inside me, I approached her, still riding the high of the performance. “Thank you for being such an inspiration,” I said, my voice tinged with awe. “Your strength means so much to artists like me.”

She smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling with kindness. “You have an incredible gift, Y/n. Never underestimate the power of your voice. Keep shining!”

Those words resonated within me as we spoke, solidifying my commitment to use my music as a platform for advocacy.

In a world where voices can often be drowned out, I vowed to be unyielding, to let my music speak for those who needed to be heard, and to carry forward the legacy of inspiring leaders like Kamala Harris.

As I left the venue that night, my heart swelled with purpose. I knew this was just the beginning, and I was ready to embrace whatever came next.

Respect My Wife

Request: No

In the bustling corridors of the White House, where the echoes of history mingled with the pressing issues of the present, Vice President Kamala Harris stood with a fierce determination in her eyes. It was a day like any other, filled with meetings and briefings, but her mind was elsewhere—focused on Y/N, her beloved wife, who had recently found herself the target of unwarranted criticism from none other than Donald Trump.

Y/N had always been a beacon of strength, a voice of reason, and a source of unwavering support for Kamala. But in the wake of Trump's latest tirade, which had twisted Y/N's words and intentions, Kamala felt a protective instinct surge within her. She was not just the Vice President; she was a partner, and she would not stand idly by while the man who once occupied the highest office in the land hurled baseless accusations.

As the news broke, Kamala's phone buzzed with alerts, the headlines flashing across the screen. Trump’s comments dripped with condescension, belittling Y/N's contributions and character. It was a low blow, a tactic designed to undermine not just Y/N but the values they both stood for. With every word she read, Kamala's resolve hardened.

Gathering her staff, Kamala conveyed her thoughts with clarity and passion. "We cannot let this stand. Y/N deserves respect and support, not the petty attacks of a man who has proven time and again that he thrives on division and disrespect." Her voice resonated in the room, igniting a fire in the hearts of those around her.

Later that day, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the White House, Kamala found Y/N in their private quarters. Y/N looked up, a mixture of weariness and determination painted across their face. Kamala approached, her expression softening as she took Y/N's hands in hers. "I saw what he said," Y/N admitted, their voice steady but tinged with hurt. "It’s just noise, Kamala. I can handle it."

But Kamala shook her head, her brow furrowing with concern. "It's not just noise when it comes from someone like him. You’ve worked too hard, and you deserve better. I won't let him diminish what you’ve accomplished or who you are." There was a fierce light in her eyes, a protective fire that spoke volumes about her love and commitment.

In that moment, Y/N felt a swell of gratitude. Kamala’s strength had always been a source of inspiration, but this was different. It was a reminder that they were in this together, facing the storms of public scrutiny side by side.

“Let him throw his shade,” Kamala continued, her voice steady. “He’s just mad that he doesn’t have what we have. Love, integrity, and a vision for a better future.”

Y/N smiled, a warmth spreading through them as Kamala leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to their forehead. “We’ll rise above this. Together.”

As the night deepened, Kamala knew that the political landscape could be tumultuous, but with Y/N by her side, she felt invincible. They would confront whatever challenges lay ahead, hand in hand, heart to heart, undeterred by the words of those who sought to tear them apart. Together, they would shine brighter than any shadow cast by the past.

Requests

Welcome to My Requests Page!

Hey there! I’m so glad you stopped by my Tumblr page. Here, you’ll find a place where you can request topics or themes for me to write about. I’m always eager to explore new ideas and engage with my followers, so don’t be shy!

What I will write

Smut 🫦

Angst 😔

Fluff 😍

Yandere 👹

Semi NonCon 👿

What will not write

Rape

Incest

Pedophilia

Anything totally disgusting and inhumane

While I can’t guarantee that I’ll write about every request, I promise to consider each one and do my best to create content that resonates with you.

No requests

If you seen my previous post please don’t send any requests about wwe/wwf or anything about Bret Hart!!! So yeah I’m done with him and I’m not writing for him anymore sorry to disappoint everyone but yeah please don’t ask me any that deals with Bret on this account or my slasher account or your message/comment will be deleted.

New fanfic Writer account

Hey guys sorry I haven’t written on this account because I lost interest in writing for Bret heart. But don’t worry this won’t be the end because I created another blog but for a female slasher!!! Yes but I have to still edit but still send for me some requests. Any yes this Bret Hart chapter is unfortunately coming to a close but don’t worry I may or may not upload here or there when I do have interest but as for right now no. So please just remember I AM WRITING FOR THE BLACK AUDIENCE!!! so please don’t ask me to from a damn white person pov which is no offense but we need more black reader love out there.

Secret Wife

Request by anonymous

In the world of wrestling, where alliances were forged and rivalries ran deep, Y/N navigated the ring with a grace and power that captivated audiences. Known for her skills and resilience, she was a force to be reckoned with, a formidable wrestler in her own right.

Unbeknownst to many, Y/N shared a deep bond with fellow wrestler Bret, a connection that transcended the boundaries of the ring. As friends and colleagues, they had grown close over the years, forging a relationship built on trust and mutual respect. However, their romantic involvement remained a guarded secret, hidden beneath the facade of professional camaraderie.

Despite their efforts to keep their love concealed, a shadow loomed over their happiness in the form of one of Bret's friends, a rival wrestler who harbored animosity towards Y/N. In the heat of competition, this individual targeted Y/N with malicious intent, seeking to undermine her and tarnish her reputation within the wrestling community.

Each attack inflicted upon Y/N tested her resolve and strength, leaving her bruised and battered but never broken. As the assaults mounted, Bret struggled with conflicting loyalties, torn between his allegiance to his friend and his duty to protect the woman he loved.

One fateful night, during a high-stakes match, tensions reached a boiling point as Bret's friend issued a sinister command, commanding him to deliver a final blow to Y/N in the ring. In a moment of clarity, Bret's gaze locked with Y/N's, and in that unspoken exchange, a silent understanding passed between them.

With unwavering determination, Bret refused to carry out the treacherous order, choosing love over loyalty, truth over deception. In a bold and defiant gesture, he stepped forward, cupping Y/N's face in his hands before pressing a tender kiss to her lips, a declaration of their forbidden love that reverberated throughout the arena.

As the crowd erupted into a mixture of shock and applause, the truth of their relationship was laid bare for all to see, shattering the facade of secrecy that had veiled their romance. In that moment of defiance and passion, Y/N and Bret stood united, their bond stronger than ever, a testament to the enduring power of love in a world consumed by rivalry and betrayal.

My Protector

Request by anonymous

The arena was buzzing with excitement as the crowd eagerly awaited the next match. Tonight was a special occasion as I, Y/N, a skilled wrestler in my own right, was teaming up with my husband, Bret, for a tag team match. The fans erupted into cheers as our entrance music blared, the spotlight shining down on us as we made our way to the ring.

Standing side by side with Bret, I felt an undeniable sense of pride and camaraderie. We were a force to be reckoned with, a duo that complemented each other's strengths and shared a deep bond both in and out of the ring. As the match began, we moved with precision and harmony, our opponents putting up a formidable fight but ultimately falling short against our united front.

However, the tide quickly turned when Bret's opponent resorted to a cowardly move, blindsiding me with a brutal attack that sent shockwaves of pain through my body. The arena fell silent as I stumbled, the world spinning around me as I struggled to regain my bearings. The gasps of the crowd echoed in my ears as I clenched my jaw, refusing to show weakness in the face of adversity.

Through blurred vision, I saw Bret's expression darken with fury and concern as he witnessed the injustice inflicted upon me. The primal instinct to protect his loved one surged within him, igniting a fire in his eyes as he turned his attention to the aggressor who had dared to harm his wife.

As Bret launched into a relentless assault, every blow he delivered was a fierce declaration of his love and allegiance to me. The crowd's cheers transformed into roars of support as they rallied behind us, the energy in the arena reaching a fever pitch as Bret fought with unmatched ferocity, his every move fueled by a potent mixture of rage and determination.

Despite the pain coursing through my body, I refused to stay down. With grit and resilience, I rose to my feet, the fire of determination burning brightly in my eyes. Side by side, Bret and I stood tall, a formidable team that would not be broken. Together, we faced the challenge head-on, ready to overcome whatever obstacles stood in our way.

Valentine’s Day

Happy late Valentine’s Day who all celebrated.

Request by anonymous

I woke up on Valentine's Day with a sense of tingling through my veins. As wrestler, I was used to adrenaline-fueled moments in the ring, but today promised a different kind of thrill. My husband, Bret, had hinted at a surprise that would set our hearts racing, and I couldn't wait to see what he had in store.

The day passed in a blur of anticipation, the hours ticking by slowly until it was finally time for Bret's grand reveal. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over our home, I found myself standing in the living room, surrounded by candlelight and rose petals fluttering gently in the air.

Bret stood before me, a devilish grin playing on his lips as he beckoned me forward. The sultry strains of R&B music filled the room, adding to the intimate ambiance that enveloped us. My heart raced as I took in the sight before me, knowing that this Valentine's Day would be unlike any other.

Bret handed me a glass of champagne, the bubbles tickling my nose as I took a sip, savoring the taste of luxury on my lips. His eyes sparkled with desire and adoration, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down my spine. I knew then that this night held promises of passion and love that would ignite our souls.

As the evening unfolded, Bret revealed a feast fit for royalty, a symphony of flavors that tantalized my taste buds. The spicy dishes added an extra kick to the already charged atmosphere, fueling the flames of desire that burned between us.

In that moment, as I looked into Bret's eyes, I felt a surge of emotion welling up inside me. This Valentine's Day surprise was more than just a celebration; it was a testament to the depth of our love, a reminder of the fiery connection that bound us together. As we danced into the night, lost in each other's arms, I knew that this Valentine's Day would be etched in my memory forever.

Sickness And In Health

Request by anonymous

I stood backstage, my body buzzing with nerves as I prepared for my upcoming match. The crowd's excited cheers filtered through the curtain, adding to the adrenaline coursing through my veins. But something didn't feel right. I could sense it, and so could my husband, Bret.

He had insisted on accompanying me tonight, his worry evident in his eyes. He knew me better than anyone, he could tell when something was off. As we made our way towards the ring, his hand tightly clasping mine, I felt comforted by his presence.

The match began, and I gave it my all, pushing through the discomfort that had been nagging at the edges of my consciousness. But halfway through, everything went black. I woke up to the sound of Bret's panicked voice calling my name. Opening my eyes, I found myself lying in the middle of the ring, surrounded by concerned faces.

Bret's voice was filled with fear as he knelt beside me, his eyes searching mine for answers. "Are you okay? What happened?" His words were laced with worry and love, his hand tenderly brushing against my cheek.

"I don't know," I managed to whisper, my voice weak. Bret's arms gently lifted me off the mat, carrying me in his strong embrace as he rushed backstage, the entire Hart Foundation following closely behind.

Once we reached our private dressing room, Bret placed me on the couch, his touch never leaving me. Concern etched deep lines on the faces of our friends, their worried expressions mirroring Bret's own.

The moments that followed were a blur of anxious inquiries and hushed voices. Bret refused to leave my side, his hand firmly clasping mine as he whispered words of reassurance and love. The support from the Hart Foundation family surrounded me, their familiar faces offering comfort in this uncertain moment.

Time seemed to stretch as I lay there, the room filled with a mixture of worry and hope. And then, gradually, I began to regain consciousness. Bret's face came into focus, his eyes filled with relief as he squeezed my hand gently.

"You scared me," he murmured, his voice filled with a mix of emotions. "I was so worried. Are you feeling better?"

A weak smile tugged at my lips as I nodded, gratitude welling up within me for the love and care he had shown. "Yes, I am. And it's all thanks to you."

Bret's embrace tightened around me, and in that moment, I knew that no matter what challenges we faced, we would always be there for each other. My heart was filled with gratitude for the man who loved me unconditionally, both inside and outside the ring. Together, we would conquer anything that came our way.

Mr. and Mrs. Champion

Request by anonymous

I stood in the middle of the wrestling ring, my heart pounding with excitement. The crowd roared around me, their cheers fueling my adrenaline. I was proud to be the reigning women's champion, a title I had earned through hard work and determination.

Beside me, my husband Bret held his own championship title, a testament to his strength and skill. We were a power couple, supporting each other in and out of the ring. The love and admiration in his eyes fueled my confidence even more.

As the match ended and we made our way backstage, a surge of anticipation washed over us. We had both given our all in the ring, and now it was time to celebrate our victories together.

Bret gently took my hand and led me to our private dressing room, shutting out the world beyond its doors. The moment we were alone, the air between us crackled with desire. Our bodies hummed with an electric energy, a mix of excitement and longing.

His lips met mine in a hungry kiss, setting my senses ablaze. The familiar taste and feel of him sent waves of pleasure through me. My fingers traced the contours of his muscular physique, feeling the strength beneath my touch. We explored each other's bodies with a passion only two deeply connected souls could share.

Whispers of adoration escaped our lips as we surrendered ourselves to the pleasure that consumed us. The room filled with soft gasps, moans of ecstasy, and the sound of our bodies moving in perfect harmony.

Hours melted away as we lost ourselves in each other. The world outside our haven ceased to exist as we indulged in a mixture of tenderness and intensity. It was a night of pure bliss, where love and desire intertwined seamlessly.

In the aftermath, as our bodies lay entwined, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. We had celebrated not only our victories as champions but also our love and connection. In each other's arms, we found strength, passion, and a deep bond that would carry us through any challenge.

As the night came to a close, we shared whispered promises of forever, knowing that our love and partnership were unbreakable. I drifted off to sleep, wrapped in Bret's embrace, feeling grateful for the life we had created together—where success, love, and pleasure were intertwined in the most beautiful way.

Montreal Screwup Job

Request by anonymous

Backstage at the Montreal Screwjob, Y/n stood with their children, anxiously watching the unfolding events of the match. As Bret Hart's wife, she knew how important this night was for him. Little did she know the shocking betrayal that awaited them.

The tension in the air was thick as Y/n witnessed the merciless plot unfold on the monitor. Her heart sank as Shawn Michaels locked Bret into the sharpshooter, and then, the sound of the bell rang through the arena. It was over. Bret had been robbed of his championship title right before their eyes.

A surge of anger coursed through Y/n's veins as she hastily made her way through the chaos backstage. The emotions within her were too powerful to be contained. She sought out Vince McMahon and Shawn Michaels, the architects of this despicable act, determined to vent her fury.

When Y/n finally found them, there was fire in her eyes and venom in her words. She unleashed a torrent of curses and accusations, expressing her disbelief and disgust at their deceitful actions. Her voice echoed through the halls, causing heads to turn and ears to listen.

Through it all, Bret watched, his face a mix of pain and frustration. He felt the weight of the betrayal crushing him, but seeing Y/n standing up for him so fiercely, he knew he wasn't alone in this battle.

As the adrenaline subsided, Y/n's anger gave way to worry and sadness. She approached Bret, their children close by her side, their expressions mirroring concern and love. Y/n gently reached out, her hand finding its place on Bret's arm, grounding him in their unwavering support.

In a moment of vulnerability, Bret slumped against a nearby wall, emotionally drained. Y/n moved closer, enveloping him in her embrace, offering solace in their shared pain. Together, they held back tears, finding strength in each other's presence.

Their children, sensing the heaviness in the room, stepped forward. With teary eyes, they spoke words of comfort and admiration for their father. They expressed their appreciation for his unwavering dedication, his unmatched talent, and the love he had shown them throughout their lives.

In that moment, Y/n and their children became Bret's pillars of strength. Their words of love and gratitude broke through the darkness, reminding him of the impact he had made as a husband and father. The pain of the betrayal still lingered, but with Y/n and their children by his side, Bret knew he would rise above it all.

Together, they would navigate the aftermath of the Montreal Screwjob, supporting each other unconditionally and ensuring that the bond of their family remained unbreakable.

Missing You So Much

Request by @starobsidianruby

Brown Reader!!!

Suddenly, I heard the front door creak open, and my heart skipped a beat. Could it be Bret? I stood up eagerly, my eyes fixed on the entrance. And there he was, standing in the doorway a wide grin on his face.

"Bret!" I exclaimed, tears already welling up in my eyes. I rushed towards him, unable to contain my emotions any longer. He opened his arms, and I threw myself into his embrace, burying my face in his chest.

I could feel his arms wrap around me, holding me tight. "I missed you so much," I whispered, my voice choked with tears. "It's been so hard without you."

His grip on me tightened, as if he never wanted to let go. "I missed you too, brownY/n," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "I promise, from now on, I'll take more breaks and spend more time with you. We'll make sure to be together, no matter what."

Tears streamed down my face as I looked up at him, my heart overflowing with love. "Thank you," I managed to say, my voice filled with gratitude. "I love you so much, Bret."

He wiped away my tears gently with his thumb, his eyes filled with tenderness. "I love you too, brownY/n," he whispered. "And I'll do everything in my power to make sure you never have to feel this lonely again."

In that moment, as we held each other tightly, I knew that our love was strong enough to withstand any distance or challenge. And with Bret's promise to prioritize our time together, I felt a renewed sense of hope and happiness.

Blind Rage

Requests by anonymous pt 2

As Bret's rival landed a brutal blow on Y/n everything seemed to blur in vision. The world around him faded into the background as a fiery rage consumed him. Adrenaline surged through his veins, heightening his senses and sharpening each of his reactions.

In that moment, Bret's focus zeroed in on Y/n, lying wounded on the ground. His heart raced, his chest tightened, and an overwhelming protectiveness took hold of him. The sight of Y/n in pain ignited a fierce anger within him, burning bright like a wildfire.

Bret's vision turned red as he confronted the rival who had dared to harm the person he cared for. Every ounce of rationality vanished as the blinding rage consumed him. Thoughts became secondary, replaced by an overwhelming need for vengeance, justice, and to ensure Y/n's safety.

With swift, calculated movements, Bret lunged at his rival, channeling his fury into each punch, kick, and strike. The sound of bones cracking and the thud of impact filled the air, drowned out by the roaring anger pulsating through him. He fought with a ferocity that he had never felt before, fueled by his love for Y/n and the deep-rooted need to protect them at all costs.

Nothing else mattered in that moment. All that existed was the thirst for retribution, the desire to make his rival pay for daring to harm Y/n. Every blow that landed spoke volumes, telling the story of Bret's unwavering devotion and loyalty. The raw power behind his punches mirrored his determination to defend Y/n, even if it meant sacrificing himself in the process.

As Bret relentlessly fought, his vision remained clouded by fury, his mind consumed by an unyielding need to bring justice to his fallen love. The world seemed to shrink, leaving only Y/n's wellbeing as his sole purpose. No matter the cost, no matter the pain, Bret would ensure that his rival faced the consequences for their actions.

In the midst of the chaos and violence, Bret's love for Y/n burned brighter than ever. Blinded by rage, he fought with a singular focus, a determination that knew no limits. And when the dust settled, and he stood victorious over his rival, it was not only a testament to his strength but also a declaration of his unconditional love for Y/n.

The Baby’s Coming!!!

Request by anonymous pt. 1

As the day of their son's birth arrived, Y/n felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness. But they were grateful for one thing - the unwavering support of their loving partner, Bret. He had been by/n's side throughout their entire pregnancy, attending doctor's appointments, birthing classes, and providing constant encouragement.

As Y/n's contractions intensified, Bret took charge, ensuring that the hospital bag was ready and everything was in order. He held Y/n's hand tightly, offering words of reassurance and love. The room became a sanctuary of calm amidst the whirlwind of emotions.

Y/n clung to Bret's presence, finding solace in his steady demeanor. He anticipated their needs before they could even voice them. Whether it was a comforting touch on their back or a cold compress on their forehead, Bret was always one step ahead, providing the perfect support at all times.

As the labor progressed, Y/n's pain grew more intense, but Bret never faltered. He remained a pillar of strength, offering soothing words during each contraction. His voice encouraged Y/n to breathe through the pain, reminding them of the beautiful outcome waiting at the end.

When the time came for Y/n to push, Bret was right there, holding Y/n's hand firmly, never letting go. With every push, his unwavering support gave Y/n the strength to continue, reminding them of their incredible journey together.

And then, finally, their son entered the world, a tiny bundle of joy. As the cries filled the room, tears of joy streamed down Y/n's face. Bret leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on Y/n's forehead, his heart filled with overwhelming love and pride.

In that moment, Y/n realized how lucky they were to have Bret as their partner. He had been their rock, supporting them every step of the way, and now, he was holding their precious son in his arms.

As they gazed down at their child, Y/n felt a rush of gratitude for having such an incredible partner. Together, they had welcomed their son into the world, and they knew that their journey as parents would be filled with love, laughter, and the unwavering support of each other.

Cocky Bastard

Heelbret

As I sat at the commentary desk, analyzing each match with my sharp wit and insightful comments, I couldn't help but notice Heel Bret's confident swagger as he made his way down the ramp. His piercing gaze locked onto mine, a mischievous glint in his eyes that hinted at the chaos he was about to unleash.

"You know, Y/n," he began, his voice oozing with charm, "I can't help but be captivated by your beauty and intelligence as you sit there at ringside. It seems you are more than just a commentator. You're a force to be reckoned with."

His flirtatious tone caught me off guard, and I raised an eyebrow, not sure if I should play along or maintain my professionalism. "Oh, Bret," I replied, my voice a mix of amusement and skepticism, "I appreciate the compliments, but let's not forget that the real action is in the ring, not in our banter."

Heel Bret chuckled, undeterred by my response. "Ah, Y/n, your quick wit only adds to your allure. But trust me, I am well aware of your ability to captivate an audience. It takes one charismatic performer to recognize another."

His cockiness irked me, but I couldn't deny the underlying chemistry between us. "Bret, there's a fine line between confidence and arrogance," I retorted, my voice laced with a touch of challenge. "And it seems you've crossed that line more times than I can count."

He flashed me a self-assured smirk, leaning closer to the commentary desk. "I prefer to call it embracing my greatness," he countered, his gaze intensifying. "But don't worry, Y/n, I'll make sure to give you front-row access to witness my victory tonight. Perhaps then, you'll understand the irresistible charm that sets me apart."

His words made my pulse quicken, a mixture of annoyance and intrigue bubbling within me. "Oh, I've seen your performances, Bret," I replied, my voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. "But I can't say I'm convinced just yet. Actions speak louder than words in this ring, remember?"

Heel Bret's grin widened, and he leaned even closer, his breath warm against my ear. "You're right, Y/n," he whispered, sending shivers down my spine. "Actions do speak louder than words. And tonight, I plan on showing you just how powerful my actions can be."

The intensity of his gaze and the promise in his words sent a rush of adrenaline through me. It was undeniable - Heel Bret knew how to work a crowd, how to draw people in with his charisma. And in that moment, he had my full attention.

As the night unfolded, Bret delivered a thrilling performance, captivating the audience with his athletic prowess and showmanship. Each move, each taunt was calculated to elicit a reaction, and I couldn't help but be drawn in by his magnetism.

With each passing match, our banter grew more heated, the flirtation more palpable. The lines between professional rivalry and personal attraction blurred, leaving me wondering if there was more to Heel Bret than met the eye.

As the final match approached, Heel Bret sauntered over to the commentary table, a confident smirk playing on his lips. "Y/n," he said, his voice low and husky, "this is it. The moment of truth. Will you finally admit that I am the most captivating performer in this ring?"

I looked into his eyes, seeing the fire and determination within them. "Bret," I replied, my voice filled with a mix of admiration and defiance, "you've certainly proven yourself tonight. But true greatness isn't just about captivating an audience; it's about leaving a lasting impact."

Heel Bret's smirk faded, replaced by a thoughtful expression. "You're right, Y/n," he said, his tone softer now. "There's more to being a performer than just grabbing attention. It's about connecting with people, making them feel something."

In that moment, the flirtatious banter fell away, and we shared a genuine understanding. Heel Bret had shown me a different side of himself, a vulnerability hidden behind the cocky persona.

The night ended with Heel Bret emerging victorious, the crowd on their feet, cheering for his triumph. As he made his way up the ramp, our eyes met one final time, and a knowing smile passed between us.

Though our paths may have seemed at odds, there was an unspoken bond rooted in our shared love for the world of professional wrestling. And who knows what the future held? Perhaps our paths would combine?

Teasing Game

Request by @starobsidianruby

I couldn't help but notice the way Bret's eyes followed me as I moved across the room. It was like he was spellbound, unable to tear his gaze away from me. A mischievous smile played on my lips as I decided to have a little fun with him.

I sauntered over, each step deliberate and enticing, knowing that every movement would only intensify his desire. As I got closer, I could see the anticipation building in his eyes, a hunger that mirrored my own.

Leaning in close, I whispered seductively, "Is it my imagination or are you finding it hard to resist me?" My voice dripped with sugary sweetness, teasing him mercilessly.

Bret's breathed as a smirk curled up at the corner of his lips. He tried maintain his composure, but I could see the fire burning in his eyes. knew I had him right where I wanted him.

I gently traced a along his jawline, feeling the tension in his body increase with each touch "You know," I purred, "I could make it even harder for to resist." I leaned in closer, my warm breath grazing his ear, sendingivers down his spine.

His voice came out strained, barely a whisper, "What are you suggesting?"

With a playful glimmer in my eyes, I teased, "Well, maybe if you can prove yourself worthy of my attention, I might consider giving in to your desires."

A mix of frustration and determination flashed across Bret's face as he took a step closer, closing the remaining distance between us. His voice was low and filled with determination, "Challenge accepted."

I couldn't help but chuckle at his response, delighted by the thrill of the chase. With every trick up my sleeve and every tantalizing move, I would keep pushing his boundaries, teasing him until he couldn't resist any longer. The game had just begun, and I was determined to make him crave me like never before.

As the days went by, the teasing between us escalated. I would send playful glances his way, slyly brush against him in passing, and drop hints of what he was missing out on. Bret became even more determined to win me over, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and frustration.

One evening, we found ourselves at a crowded party. The atmosphere was electric, and I could sense the tension between us reaching its breaking point. Spotting Bret across the room, I decided it was time to take things to the next level.

I approached him with a confidence that matched the fire burning within me. "You've come a long way, Bret," I whispered as I leaned in closer, my lips brushing against his ear. "But are you ready for what comes next?"

His breath hitched, and I knew I had captured his full attention. With a mischievous smirk, I grabbed his hand and pulled him towards a secluded corner of the room. There, hidden from prying eyes, our little game would reach its climax.

The excitement was palpable as our bodies pressed against each other, the undeniable chemistry crackling in the air. Our lips finally met in a passionate embrace, and it was as if time stood still. All the teasing and taunting had brought us here, to this moment of undeniable desire.

In that electrifying kiss, we both knew that there was no turning back. The teasing had served its purpose, igniting a flame that couldn't be extinguished. As our hearts raced, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that my playful teasing had led us to this intoxicating connection.

He pushed me against the sink and pulled my dress up and ripped my panties. I breathe as I felt him quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. His hands cam across my chest and pulled down the straps of my dress.

“So you think I wouldn’t win this challenge without you being punished for it.” His choice hushed with deepness undertone. “Of course daddy I’m good little girl for you. I teased him. I felt his hand come across my black ass before I felt him spank me.

Feeling my juices run my leg while feeling his cock against my ass. He flipped me around and deeply kissed me before going to my black pussy. I deeply gasped as I felt his tongue on my clit, I gripped his long black hair and pulled him closer. His hands on my hips to keep me in place.

Felt like I was running out of air as my lungs burned. He chuckled on my pussy as I was almost close to my orgasm. “I’m close baby just please stick your finger in me.” I deeply whimper. “Haha no you don’t deserve an orgasm. Only good girls get to to cum.” He stood up away from me standing in shock.

Grabbing the back of the back of my head and pulled me towards his cock. Forcing my mouth sucking it while the party still going outside. “That’s it my slut baby, suck on daddy’s cock for me.” His voice echoed. Taken him deeper in mouth while foundling with his huge balls. I decided to tease his slit while doing kitty licks.

He shoved my head back down and told me stop teasing. I decided to do my special trick is to swirl my tongue around his cock while sucking. His grunting and loudness against the music was so damn erotic and a turn on. It was soon he blew his load in my mouth making sure I drink his cum.

“Hehe and no you been a bad girls don’t get to come.” He said while tucking his cock back in his pants. Fixing our selfs up and leaving out the bathroom and decided to leave the party. Hated to not cum but I knew he would when we get home….

Pray You Catch Me

The sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the city skyline. Bret sat on the edge of a rooftop, his thoughts consumed by the haunting melody of a familiar song. It had been months since he last saw Y/n, and the ache in his heart seemed to intensify with each passing day.

As the lyrics of "Pray You Catch Me" echoed in his mind, Bret couldn't help but where their love had gone astray. They were once inseparable, their souls entwined in a bond that felt unbreakable. But somewhere along the way, they had lost their connection, becoming two strangers who once knew every inch of each other's hearts.

The night breeze rustled through Bret's hair, carrying with it the faint scent of Y/n's perfume - a painful reminder of what they had lost. He closed his eyes, allowing the memories to wash over him like waves crashing against the shore.

He remembered the first time they met, the instant spark that connected them. Their laughter filled the air as they explored the world together, creating memories that seemed impossible to forget. But as time passed, cracks began to form in their foundation, and they found themselves drifting apart.

Bret's heart ached with regret for the mistakes he had made, the words left unspoken, and the moments of doubt that cast shadows over their love. He longed for a chance to make things right, to apologize, and to hold Y/n's hand as they navigated life's challenges together.

With a deep breath, Bret reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He hesitated for a moment before pressing Y/n's number, hoping against hope that she would answer. As the phone rang, thoughts raced through his mind - would she forgive him? Would she give their love another chance?

Finally, a soft voice murmured from the other end of the line. It was Y/n. Bret felt his heart skip a beat as he struggled to find the right words. "Y/n, it's me," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of apprehension and hope. "I've been listening to this song, and it made me realize just how much I miss you... how much I still love you."

There was a pause, and Bret's heart seemed to hang in the balance. Then, a sigh escaped Y/n's lips, followed by a barely audible "I miss you too, Bret." In that moment, hope flickered in Bret's chest like a small flame, igniting a renewed belief that their love could find its way back home.

Together, they vowed to open their hearts, to communicate, and to rebuild what was broken. As the night sky enveloped them, they held onto each other tightly, united in their desire to rediscover the love that once seemed so effortless. With every step they took, they prayed that their journey would lead them back to a place where their love could thrive once again.

Your Teeth In My Neck

The sun had long set, leaving behind a dark and mysterious night. The sound of distant cars echoed through the empty streets as Y/n walked briskly, her mind occupied with thoughts the day. Lost in her own world, she didn't notice the figure that had been following her.

Bret, a captivating enigma, had been drawn to Y/n from the moment he laid eyes her. There was something her that intrigued him, a spark that ignited his curiosity. He couldn't resist the pull, feeling compelled to know more about this intriguing woman.

As Y/n turned a corner, she finally became aware of the person trailing behind her. Startled but unafraid, she stopped in her tracks, turning to face the mysterious stranger. The dim streetlamp illuminated his face, revealing sharp features and piercing eyes that seemed to hold secrets.

Their gaze locked, an unspoken connection forming between them. Y/n's heart began to race, unsure of what to expect yet strangely captivated by the intensity in Bret's eyes. Without saying a word, he took a step closer, closing the distance between them.

In that moment, time stood still. The air crackled with anticipation as Bret reached out, his hand lightly brushing against Y/n's cheek. She gasped at the touch, feeling a surge of electricity course through her veins. It was as if his fingertips sent a jolt of desire straight to her core.

A mixture of fear and excitement consumed Y/n as Bret leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from her neck. His breath was warm against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. With hesitant yet eager anticipation, she tilted her head, allowing him access.

Bret's lips brushed against the delicate skin of Y/n's neck, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. She felt a primal connection forming, an ancient desire awakening within her. It was as if their souls had been entwined for centuries, and this moment was the culmination of their shared history.

With each gentle nip and caress of Bret's teeth on her neck, Y/n felt herself surrendering to the intoxicating sensation. The boundaries between pleasure and pain blurred, creating a symphony of ecstasy that consumed her entirely. She was under his spell, willingly giving herself to this forbidden dance.

As the night deepened and their desires intertwined, Bret and Y/n became lost in a world of passion and hunger. They were like two sides of the same coin, destined to be entangled in each other's embrace. And as their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, they knew that this connection would forever linger within them, leaving an indelible mark on their souls.

Requests

Hello and welcome to the Bret Hart Imagines

You can request of y’all want me to write down in the comments or in the dms.

What I will write

Smut

Fluff

Sad

Angst

Platonic

Romantic

Family

Gore

Yandere

What I will not write

R*pe

Hard core abuse

Incest

Pedophilia

Non-con

Also this is black reader/Oc/Celebrity because there are barely Black reader anything. Another thing I would not use his REAL children or wife’s!!!

Surprise!

I couldn't contain my excitement as I sat in the audience, waiting for Bret's match to start at the WWF show in LA. You see, I had planned a surprise for him tonight. Bret was my favorite wrestler, and I had admired him from afar for so long.

As the lights dimmed and the music blared through the arena, my heart started racing. The energy in the crowd was electric as Bret's iconic theme song played. My eyes were fixated on the ring, eagerly waiting for him to make his entrance.

But little did Bret know, I was about to turn his world upside down. As he stepped into the ring, his eyes scanned the audience, unaware of what was about to happen. That's when I made my move. I had managed to secure a front-row seat near the aisle, strategically positioned for my surprise.

With butterflies in my stomach, I stood up and held up a handmade sign that read, "Bret, you're my hero!" His gaze met mine, and his expression shifted from confusion to pure astonishment. A smile spread across his face as he recognized the familiar words on the sign.

The match continued, but I could feel Bret's eyes on me throughout. There was an undeniable connection between us, fueled by the surprise and admiration we shared. It felt like time stood still as our eyes locked, the electricity between us pulsating with each passing moment.

Finally, the match came to an end, and Bret emerged victorious. The crowd erupted in cheers, but my attention was solely focused on him. I made my way backstage, nerves and excitement bubbling inside me like a cauldron.

As I reached Bret's locker room door, I took a deep breath and knocked. The door swung open, revealing Bret standing there, still sweaty from the intense match. His eyes widened with surprise as he saw me standing before him.

Without a word, he pulled me into his arms, wrapping me in an embrace that felt like home. His touch was electrifying, and I could feel the passion and gratitude radiating from him. In that moment, all the barriers between us disappeared, and we knew there was something special between us.

With the sound of cheers and the echo of the crowd still ringing in our ears, we found ourselves in a hotel room, lost in each other's embrace. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, our bodies longing for closeness.

Time seemed to stand still as we explored the depths of our connection, fueled by the mutual admiration and surprise that brought us together. Every touch, every caress spoke volumes, conveying the unspoken words of longing and desire.

In that hotel room, we let go of the outside world, allowing ourselves to be immersed in the magic of the moment. It was a night filled with passion, excitement, and a connection that surpassed all expectations.

As we lay there in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of our encounter, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the surprise that brought us together. This unexpected rendezvous would forever be etched in both our hearts, a reminder of the power of surprises and the strength of our connection.