(ignore This If You Don't Write For Him) If You're Taking Smut Headcanons, May I Have Headcanons Based

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(ignore this if you don't write for him) if you're taking smut headcanons, may I have headcanons based on William Regal corrupting / "taking the innocence" of the reader? 👀 the thought of him turning me from a shy, apprehensive partner to an all out sl*t for him is a major turn on lately 🤤🤤🤤

My Innocent Girl (William Regal x Fem!reader) SMUT! read at your own risk

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Warnings: Smut, sir kink, corruption kink, Dom/sub, Major Dilf energy, sugar daddy vibes, dumbification, dirty talk, slight bondage, edging(only once), overstimulation, oral(fem receiving), gag, kind of a cliff hanger ig??

An: I can’t believe I’m actually writing this😭But I hope y’all like.

You walked around the house, quietly picking up for when William would get home. You had met him almost a year ago when you, needing to get through college, decided to sign up for a sugar daddy/baby website. You had never done something like that, and while you weren’t a virgin, some of the stuff the first few guys said to you scared you a bit. You had almost deleted the app when you got a new message. The account didn’t have a picture, but he approached you kindly, treating you as a human.

Over time you both kept talking, and soon took to texting each other. And while he was a gentleman, you still new why had been on the app. You had expected having to send him photos maybe even travel to wherever he lived to have sex once in a while, but he had a different idea. He said he would pay for all of your schooling and anything else you wanted, but you would have to at least move to the same place he lived in London. When you agreed he finally sent you a photo of him, and you had to admit he was hot. He explained how he used to be a pro wrestler but was now retired.

The move was relatively easy as William had agreed to take care of everything. All you had to do was list your house, pack, and get on a plane. You ended up in a house on his property, but within a month you basically lived in the house with him. The thing that confused you was that he had yet to ask for anything sexual. You kept the house clean for him and you did some cooking, but most of the time it was more just wanting you to be in the same room as him. Most of the time him reading while you work on school work.

Recently he had gotten involved with All Elite Wrestling. He had watched it pretty regularly, and seemed to like getting to work for them. You also had to admit, he was really good on the mic.

“Y/n? I’m back!” A voice called out, just as you finished.

“I’m in the living room!” You called back as you sat down on the floor, using the coffee table to set your laptop on. Within a few moments William came in, carrying his bag with him. He dropped it before taking a seat in the couch. He looked exhausted. “How was it?”

“When I was there? Wonderful. Everything else was shit.” He chuckled. You noticed him looking you up and down. “You got the dress.”

“Yes. Thank you, it’s lovely.” You looked down at the blue sundress. He was always buying you sun dresses to the point that half of your closet was full of them. You always made an effort to wear them as it seemed to make him happy. “Would you like any help unpacking?” He shook his head as he stood.

“No no, you keep working on whatever it was you were doing. Although, would you mind making dinner?”

You simply nodded, watching as he walked off in the direction of the stairs to the second level.

*******

“Thank you.” You mumbled when William handed you a mug of tea. You were both back in the living room after dinner. The whole time he had been quiet, watching you much closer then normal. You dipped lightly on the beverage, letting the warm liquid cover your tongue. You glanced up to see William watching you once again.

“What are your plans for the rest of the week?” You attempted to start a conversation but he just ignored you, making you shrink in on yourself a bit.

“May I ask you a question y/n?”

“Um.. sure?” You were a bit confused.

“Are you a virgin?”

You practically chocked on your tea, coughing a bit. You had not expected him to ask you that. “I-um, no. I’m not.” You choked out, watching as he nodded.

“When did you loos it?” You were blushing like crazy, surprised by these questions.

“17. It was to my boyfriend at the time, right after senior prom.” You explained, hoping to skip any other questions about the night. He just shook his head, a small smirk on his face.

“Love, I highly doubt a 17 year old boy did you any good.” He ran his hand through his hair.

“It was.. fine.” You tried defending your ex boyfriend. He had been a gentleman the entire time.

“How many other times have you had sex since then?” He moved on.

“A couple.” You mumbled, sipping on your tea. Where was this sudden interest in your sex life? 

“My dear, if you don’t know the amount I’m gonna guess they didn’t really fuck you.”

“My sex life has been fine.” You tried, but he kept talking.

“None of them have really satisfied you, you’ve never truly been sated after.” He sat up a bit and leans towards you, gently taking your chin into his hand. “Tell me, am I right?” You tried to speak, but it felt like you had forgotten how to. “Would you like someone to truly satisfy you? Because I could. I could make you feel things that you would never feel with anyone else.” Almost without thinking you nodded lightly. “I need to hear it.”

“Yes please.” You practically whimpered.

“Aww, how polite.” He patted your cheek lightly before sitting back from you. “I want you to kneel on the ground.”

It was like someone else had control over your brain as you slid to the ground. Your dress spread around your legs like a tent. As you looked up at him he let his hand come down to caress your cheek. “If there is anything you don’t like we will use a color system. If you need a moment you say yellow, if you want it to stop Red. Do you understand.”

“Yes.”

“And one more thing,” he leans forward to be closer to your face. “I want you to call me Sir.”

“Yes sir.” After you said that he kissed you. You were surprised by how soft his lips were as they moved with yours. The kiss didn’t stay soft, as he made it more intense. You thought about grabbing his knees for support as you wobbled but decided against it, keeping your hands by your side. He, on the other hand, let his hands travel down your arms, feeling your skin.

When he pulled away you were breathing heavily. “My dear, I am going to ruin you tonight.” He promised, kissing your cheek lightly. “Now, I want you to go up to the guest room. I’m the closet it a pink box, get it out but do not open it. When I get up there I want you sitting on the bed with the box next to you.”

You listened to his instructions, and once he leans back you got up. You walked down the hall to the stairs a quickly climbed them. You went to the upstairs spare bedroom, and closed the door quietly behind you. You opened the closet and found the box quickly as it stood out against the brown boxes in there with it. You took the small box to the bed and set it down, sitting next to it. The box was about the size of a shoebox, and had black lines on it. There was no clamp or anything, meaning you could just open it. But, oddly enough, you had no desire to. You looked to the door when you heard it open, watching as William walked in.

“Did you open it?”

“No sir.”

“Good girl.” His praise made you smile, unsure of why. He walked over and stood in front of you, taking your hands in his. “Stand up for me.” You did what he asked, and let him spin you in a circle. “I love this dress. Do you know any I buy you sundresses?”

“No sir.”

“Because, there is nothing more innocent looking then a shy girl in a sundress.” He explained. “You looked so innocent in your photo on that app, and when we started talking I knew you were perfect.”

“Perfect for what… sir?” You asked, watching as he smiled.

“Perfect to turn from a shy quiet girl a nasty slut.” He chuckled at the quick breath of air you took in when he said that. “Even though you look beautiful in this, the dress is not a part of tonight’s plan. I need you to take it off.”

You felt your body freeze. One part of you was telling you to be nervous, but the other, and larger part, said to listen to him. He had been so kind the whole time you lived with him, you didn’t think he would hurt you. You reached back and unclasped the single button and slid it up over your head. You folded it carefully, setting it on a chair off to the side before looking back at William. His eyes were raking over your body. You were wearing a dark blue lace bra and panties set. He let his hand run down your side, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“Lay on the bed,” he commanded, watching as you walked over and laid down. He had grabbed the box and set it on the dresser in the room. He opened it and pulled out two long pieces of pink cloth. He pulled his jacket off, laying it over the same chair your dress was before walking over.

He ran the cloth up your arms lightly, letting you feel the cold soft material. “I’m going to tie your hands to the headboard.” He stated. His hands were soft on yours as he tied your wrists. Once he stood up fully you pulled lightly on your restraints. They had a little slack, and weren’t to tight on your wrists. “If you need out for any reason, you pull on this,” he guided your hand to the longer bit of cloth on the knots attached to the headboard. “If you pull, it will undo the knots.” He studied your face for a moment. “Color?” It took you a moment to realize what he was asking.

“Green.”

He nodded and walked back over to the box. You watched as he pulled his shirt off, he had a bit of a stomach and you could see how the years had gotten to him. But you could also see the remains of the strong athlete he once was, and none of it took away from how gorgeous he looked.

He looked through the box for a moment before finding what he wanted. He held it out of your sight as he walked over. He climbed onto the bed, hovering over you. “Love, tonight is about breaking you. By the time it’s over, you won’t remember your own name. Do you understand?”

“Yes sir.”

He smiled at you answer, and you could hear a faint humming sound. After a moment you felt a vibration on the outside of your underwear, rubbing right against your clit. Your hips jumped and you let out a surprised yelp, but he was quick to shush you. “Calm down my love, if you can’t take this how will you survive the rest of the night?” His tone was a mix of comforting and condescending.

You attempted to calm your breathing as the vibrator ran over your underwear, squirming lightly. He leaned to take you lips into another kiss, once again taking control of it immediately. He pulled the vibrator away, making you let out a small whimper. He just chuckled as he rolled off of you.

“Trust me my dear, you will like this much more in a few moments.” He promised. He returned quickly with some scissors. “I hope your not attached to these.” He commented, quickly sniping the side of your underwear and the middle of your bra. “It doesn’t really matter, I’ll just buy you another set.” He pulled your bras to the side, pinching one of your nipples making you suck in a deep breath.

“Sir..”

“Shh, let me work.” He whispered, moving to fully pull your underwear off of you. “Well, look at that.” You squirmed under his gaze, gasping as he ran his finger through your wetness. He pulled it up to look at it as it shined with your slick. “Did I get you this wet?” He raised an eyebrow at you, making you blush, bringing your eyes down. He wiped his hand on his pants and before you could proses what he was doing the vibrator was inside you.

You let out a loud moan, arching your back at the pleasure. As you slowly began to clim the ladder of pleasure he kissed along your stomach, pulling lightly on your nipples every so often. You clenched around the toy, feeling your release getting closer and closer. Before you could fall over the edge you felt the toy quickly get pulled from inside of you. You let out a mangled cry, and William was quickly in front of you face.

“Most important rule, you will not cum without my permission. Understood?” When you didn’t answer he quickly grabbed you chin, making you look right at him. “Understood?”

“Yes sir.” You whispered, and he just shook his head in disappointment.

“Normally to shut you up I would fuck your mouth, but your luck tonight isn’t about that. I’ll break you other ways, so for now…” he took your underwear that had been cut off and shoved them into your mouth, effectively gagging you. “There. Should have answered me the first time.”

He moved down to be right between your legs, swiping through your bottom lips. “So wet, I wonder if it’s as sweet as I’ve always imagined.” You watched as you licked a strip all he watched to your clit. You threw your head back, feeling as he ate you out. His tongue worked its way inside of you as his fingers played with your clit, slowly working you to the edge. 

You tried to thrust your hips up but he held them down with his other hand. The knot in your stomach was getting tighter, and you were pulling on your restraints. “I can feel you getting close. Why don’t you cum for me dear? Go ahead, cum.” As soon as you had permission your eyes rolled back in your head as you practically yelled while cumming. The only reason you didn’t was because of the soaked underwear in your mouth. Drool rolled down your chin as you took deep breaths, but as the fog left you realized William was licking at your clit while he had two knuckles fucking you.

“Maaph.” You mumbled, trying to pull away. He simply ignored you, continuing until you came fore the second time not long after. He finally looked up at you, not stopping his fingers. He reached up and pulled the underwear out of your mouth. “Please sir, I can’t.” You begged.

“I told you, tonight I break you. And if you can still talk, I haven’t done my job.” He continued to finger you, watching as tears started to flow down your face. “Come on love, be my good girl and cum.” It seemed like your body reacted more to his words then anything else, as you can almost immediately after he said that.

“Fuck, sir!” You moaned, as your body locked up and you saw stars. He pulled his fingers off and left the bed. Your breathing was heavy, and you were covered in sweat. Your vision was slightly blurry from tears which were slowing down.

“How are you doing my dear? You look completely destroyed.” It took you a moment to focus on where the sound was coming from, but when you did you found out William was completely naked, hovering over you once again. “And now, I’m going to fuck you. And those ‘couple’ of other people won’t even be a slight memory.” He promised.

His hand ran through your hair as he punched into you, slowly letting you get used to his size. You pulled on your restraints trying to grab anything to ground yourself. “Please- sir- fuck.” You struggled to find the words as he began to move inside of you.

“Love that sound. Can’t even form a sentence. Am I fucking you dumb tonight?”

You couldn’t answer as he continued to pound into you. His cock reached every part inside of you, making you practically shake with pleasure. “Are you getting close?”

You quickly shook your head, tears once again. “Can’t- sir, please.” You stumbled over your words, not even sure what you were trying to say.

“You can, and you will.” He left no room for argument. You felt his thrust get sloppy as the both of you got closer and closer to your release. “Now. Do it now.” Your whole body locked up and everything when white. By the time you could see again you realized you were in a warm bath being lightly rubbed.

“There she is.” A soft voice said, making you look up at William. “I told you, I was going to ruin you.”

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Deal With the Devil

Since he's returning to tv this week, here's a little bit of angst-y Lance fun.

Pairing: Lance Archer x OFC

Word count: 1,559

Content advisory: sexual content

It’s very simple: all you have to do is not trip Dustin, not gouge him in the eyes, not distract the ref when he’s about to get the pin. If you do nothing but walk to the ring with him and stand by the side like the good valet you’ve been for ages, everything will be just fine. He’s been good to you. He’s played a crucial role in training you. It’s because of him that you’re even on tv. So you raise his hand and gesture to the audience, encouraging them to applaud, not they they need encouragement.

Then the speakers crackle and roar with Archer’s music.

EVERYBODY DIES.

He’s destroyed Dustin before back when you were just a random student before you’d been chosen to be the veteran’s sidekick. Part of your role here is supposed to be to guard against any shit that Archer or his rolling cast of cohorts is going to pull. You have no idea how you’re supposed to do that because his cohorts are bigger and rougher and more experienced than you are but you’ve been staying vigilant. You’ll think of something to help. You always do. Or at least you always have.

Lance strides into the ring like a madman, like he’s physically holding back from tearing someone, anyone, limb from limb. It’s like he doesn’t even know where he is, the bloodlust is so overwhelming, but as he’s pacing around, waiting for the bell to ring, his electric blue eyes meet yours for just an instant and it’s like your whole body freezes. There’s something in his expression that shakes you, like he knows something you don’t, like he knows what you’re going to do even though you’re certain you haven’t figured it out yet.

What’s to figure out? You’re the nice one, the latest graduate from the Rhodes Academy, the one who fought her way into this business despite two severe injuries early in your career. You’re an inspirational story for girls and women about never letting people tell you to give up on your dreams.

“You’d love to be the villain, wouldn’t you?”

If Archer had said ten words to you before he said that, you’d be surprised. You’d always tried to steer clear of him for reasons you couldn’t pinpoint. But a couple of weeks ago, he’d just appeared next to you while you were watching Lee and Brock fight a match on Dark and whispered in your ear. You’d stiffened in place because, yes, that was exactly what you’d been thinking, how liberating it would be to just act terribly.

“So do it,” he cackled. “Let yourself go wild for once.”

You’d shaken your head, as much to clear it as to refuse. “I’m fine where I am.”

“But you could be happier if you were somewhere else.”

A couple of days later, he’d shown up next to you in catering, hovering way too close.

“I could always use someone to help me out. Someone who wasn’t such a stickler for following the rules.”

You’d pinned your thighs together as he spoke, shocked and disappointed at the reaction he stirred in you. This rough animal, this psychopath lit a fire inside you that you’d been trying to quench ever since.

It wasn’t like you’d never looked at him before. For some reason, you’d looked at him a lot. And every time you did, you immediately tried to look at someone else, someone better and kinder and more in control of himself because the last thing you wanted was to be lusting after a goddamned monster.

Had he noticed your lingering stares? He must have. Why else would he have targeted you coming up to his match with Dustin? He sensed your weakness and happily decided to prod the wound.

Not long after the catering incident, you’d seen him when he was about to make his entrance on Dark. He’d locked eyes with you and the cruelest smile had crossed his face. Then he’d let his tongue flick over his lips, turning away only when he had to walk out. You’d run to the washroom to splash water on your face, trying to steady your breathing.

You’re the good guy. You don’t do this sort of shit.

It takes a couple of minutes for Lance and Dustin to lock up but when they do, it’s like watching two bullmoose smashing antlers. You try consciously to keep your eyes on Dustin, that kind face that’s always been there to help you push through your doubts. You try very hard not to look at the leering visage of pure evil, even when you can sense he’s looking at you. Just do the same thing you always do. Stay by the sidelines. Don’t think about it.

It was just a few days ago that he’d appeared behind you in the locker room- somewhere anyone could have seen you- and starting running his hands over your arms.

“So what do you say? You going to come through for me when I take on your man?”

“He’s not my man,” you choked. “He’s my mentor.”

“He’s my next meal. All you have to do is push things along.”

“Why the hell would I do that?”

He gave a low, dark laugh. “Because you’re sick of being the nice one. Because you want to know what it would feel like to be bad.”

He leaned in close, his arms tightening around you like an anaconda, and ran his tongue up the length of your neck.

“Because you want to know what I’d do to you afterward.”

Your brain hadn’t felt right since that moment. You’d been almost unable to move at work for fear you’d run into him and have to confront the desire he’d stirred up in you.

You just have to stand here and watch and cheer Dustin on occasionally. It’s easy.

Last night, as you were about to turn off the light and let yourself fantasize for the umpteenth time about what exactly would be in store for you if you did betray Dustin, there’d been a knock at your hotel room door. Your hand had been shaking so hard when you reached for the doorknob that you’d barely been able to turn it.

“I thought maybe you needed a little extra persuasion,” he purred, pressing one giant hand against the base of your throat.

He pushed you backwards until you fell backwards onto the bed and climbed on top of you, hesitating a long moment before he kissed you. Even the kiss felt like some kind of runaway train. Your heart raced and you tried to grab hold of him even as he pulled back.

“See? You know what you really want.”

You wanted to say no. You wanted to give him a shove and tell him to get lost. You didn’t.

Instead, you’d leaned back and moaned longingly as he’d run his hands under your top, squeezing your breasts hard in his grip. And you’d whined as his hands dipped under the waistband of your pajama bottoms, louder and louder as you felt his fingers rubbing along the slick flesh.

“Not so nice now, are you?”

You bit your lip so hard you tasted blood. It brought you back to earth and for an instant, you tried to push away, but he’d pushed two fingers inside you and it was like you were helpless. You yelped as he pumped away, the familiar tension building in your body.

“Not so nice at all.”

He removed his fingers and rubbed them lightly across your cheek and lips so that you could feel just how excited he’d made you. Your face grew hot with shame and you tried to say something to defend your own honor.

As you did, you’d felt him move his pants down a little, his erect cock brushing against your thigh. He pulled your pants out of the way and guided himself against you.

“This what you want?” he teased.

He pushed the head of his cock against your entrance and you gasped because it felt like you were about to get split in half.

“Say it.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, that’s what I want. I want you inside me.”

He gave you an evil little smile. “Then you know what to do.”

He stood up and tucked himself back in before walking back out of the room like nothing untoward had happened.

The fight that’s unfolding before your eyes is violent. A lot of men aren’t strong or experienced enough to get this far with Archer but Dustin is. On his day, he’s capable of beating the Monster.

You close your eyes and move to the side of the ring. As Dustin runs the ropes, you reach out and hook his ankle, sending him flat down and knocking the wind out of him. Archer pounces right away, hammering away at him and finally lifting him up for a spectacular finish before pinning him in the center of the ring. The crowd is howling in disapproval as you run away, slinking towards the back with your traitor’s tail between your legs.

Lance catches up with you as you’re beating your ignominious retreat backstage.

“It felt good, didn’t it?” he grins, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Just imagine how good it’ll feel when I get you alone.

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