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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.

Baby Suprises

Imagine telling Bret that your Pregnant…

Y/n POV

Omg, omg, omg, I am so damn nervous and right now it’s almost time for Bret to come back. I’ve been keeping it a secret about a week that we finally pregnant. After a year of trying we’re finally pregnant. After getting the box ready with the pregnancy test and holding the blindfold I sat in the kitchen. I heard the car pulled up the driveway and I headed towards the front door and waited. I tried to keep my composure and not showing my nervousness.

I see him walking with bags in his hands and open the door.

“Hey baby what are you doing in the living room without the tv on.”

“W-well I have a surprise so sit the bags on the chair and put on the blindfold on me please.”

“Ook hopefully it’s not scary and good.”

“Boy shut up and do it please I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“Yes ma’ma.”

He grabbed the blindfold and put it over his eyes. I grabbed his hands and walked him to the kitchen table and till he said some dumb shit.

“Babe I’m nervous and scare because you like to play a lot.”

“Bret come on it’s not funny and this is serious ok for me and you both.”

“Alright ok I’m stop joking.”

I sat down and let go of his hands and told him that he can look now. Taking off the blindfold and look into the box and noticed a huge smile on his face.

“Omg gosh your pregnant baby.”

Picking me up and spinning me around and kisses me softly.

“Yes I kept this secret for a week and I went to the doctor the another day without you knowing and after a year of trying were finally Bret. Finally we starting the family we always wanted babe.”

He holds my face and wipes my tears gently off my face and put his hand on my belly.

“I’m so happy and this is the best gift and surprise ever! Were finally pregnant and I can’t to start this journey with you.

I couldn’t help but laugh and cry as we hold each other one and sway side to side knowing that our family started to grow bigger and now we able to tell the rest of the family about the new addition to the family. This couldn’t get any better than that.