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deepdisireslonging · 4 years

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Orphan Requests

I have an inbox full of requests and I cannot answer them. So I am opening them up to any writer who has the inspiration to fulfill them! Writers, if you’d like to reply to this post that you’re taking a fic, I’ll make a note so the anon requesters can know where to look for their fics. Thank you guys for any and all help!

In order of longest sitting, with wrestlers requested in bold:

Hello!! I’m here to make yet another request if you don’t mind. I’m guessing I have a thing for short guys being dom af, because now I really need some dom!chad gable fic in my life. Can you write a fic where he’s really sweet but controlling? - requested by @khaleesikross

could you do a cena x male reader with it being cenas first time with a guy? and he’s really rough?

kevin owens x male reader where kevin lost a match and is angry backstage and just smutty smut?

Hi hope you are doing well; can you please do headcanons or a small fic of Lince dorado with a male medic s/o, like he gets injured and has to be put on painkillers n' s/o has to take of a very handsy lucha. You can make it as their already dating or just co-workers, whatever is easiest for you to do.😃 - requested by @vixxzial

[Completed] Hi! I love your writing about WWE! ❤ I saw that you have open requests. If it's not too much to ask, can you write two things about Ricochet? Dating with Ricochet would including / Sex with Ricochet would including / Thanks! ❤

Could you maybe do a request please? The Revival x Reader where maybe the reader is a female member of The Revival and they are currently fueling with The O.C. Maybe Gallows accidentally injures the reader during a match and the boys end up loosing it. They attack The O.C. And go and take care of their girl? Just a bunch of fluff and smut please if you can find somewhere for it, if not a bunch of sick fluff is fine! 😂🤗

I'm not sure if you'll take this request at the moment (which is totally fine and understandable) but whenever you get time, can you do a Finn Balor x Virgin Male Reader fic, where it's reader's first time (he bottoms for Finn) and Finn is just super sweet to the reader during the whole experience? ❤️❤️❤️ - requested by @issacloveswwe (Claimed by @neversatisfiedgirlfics) {Thanks, love!}

I know it might be a while, but could you possible do a real fluffy/smut fic of Drew Gulak and The Reader? Maybe the Reader is Drew’s valet and real life fiancé and they celebrate together after he wins the Cruiserweight Championship from Tony in the Triple threat between the two and Akira? 🤗❤️

[Completed] Hi is it alright if I request something really smutty as a FxF with Becky Lynch? If possible could you use my name Alexandra? - claimed by @lynchstan-516

this is probably a weird request, but -- I'd like to see some smut where the female reader is close friends with Seth and Becky, who are in an open relationship (but the reader doesn't know that they are, just that they're together.) Becky sees that the reader is stressing herself out on the road, and gives Seth his blessing to take care of her... ;) (Becky/reader content also encouraged!!) - claimed by @lynchstan-516

Hi! This is my first time requesting smut. I was wondering if you could do a Becky Lynch smut where she is sure that she is straight until one night when she shares a hotel room with Y/N. At first everything is platonic, but Becky starts to lose her cool as Y/N continues to tease her. Rough and kinky smut, please. 😉 I’ll leave the rest of the details up to you. Thank you ❤️ - claimed by @lynchstan-516

From prompt list one all for one story 40,42,44 with Luke Gallows please and thank u - requested by @braunstrowmangirl (We could never get down to which list they were talking about, so either ask them or pick your favorite prompt list?)

Can you please write something with dom Rhea, Shayna and Reader, please?

Hi love! Would you happen to write for Travis Banks? (NXT UK) I think I have a plot in mind but I just wanted to be sure!

Hi! May I ask you to write some Samoa Joe/Kevin Owen's smut? They don't have anything at all T_T

Oooo! Can I send in a request? I’m thinking with Either Dash Wilder, Noam Dar, or Jordan Devlin (I couldn’t choose I’m sorry! 😩) and a Female reader. Like a Love/Hate story where they’re always at each other’s throats but likes it’s also like ‘I can fuck with him/her but if anyone else does imma rip their heads off their shoulders’ because they secretly love them? and it’s just smutty and fluffy?

U was wondering if you could write some AOP smut and/or a threesome with an oc? That would be wonderful because I love them and I can't seem to find any. Thank you! - requested by @queenofdiamonds2019

Could you possibly do a Dash Wilder x Female!Reader? The reader is a women’s wrestler and The Revival’s manager as well as Dash’s longtime girlfriend. The both are cast members on Total Divas and maybe one day while out with some of the ladies filming she gets sick, this causing the other girls to have her take some pregnancy tests and maybe just a really cute fluffy thing where she announces to Dash that she’s gonna be a daddy and to Scott that he’s gonna be an uncle?

Can You Please Do A Drew Mcintyre X Male Reader. Where Drew Is Really Rough(Degrading,Chocking Etc...) And If You Could Can You Pls Do Daddy Kink - requested by @themangetrowdy

Could you do a smut where the reader is a WWE wrestler and Dean comes to cheer her on and the reader gets badly hurt but wins in the end and he patches her up in the locker room when the match is over and it ends in smut? This idea just came to me cause I love Supernatural and I love Sasha Banks.

Hi! Is there anyway you can write a Jordan Devlin x Female!Reader imagine?? Based off his World’s Collide Title won please? ❤️

Tagging some writers who might be interrested:

@neversatisfiedgirlfics @team-elias @ladytea19 @madamaholmes @chasingeverybreakingwave @taryn-dibiase@truconsciousramblings @toosleepyforyou@greygirlmoxley @winged-time-criminal @superrezzy00 @tessa-no-curr @baratomaya @wwesmutandstuff @mother-canuckin-geek@crookedmoonsaultpunk @baloraffe @heelsamizayn @poisonarrow24 @vebner37 @calwitch @new-zealand-chic @minapasch @itsicantbelievethis666 @laura-devitt @donnaintx @ashleykaiba @xladyxfatex @gold–gucciempress @the-carter-mob-don @demonqueen29 @writtingrose @mondaynightrollin @baronsbelleevangeline @theworldofotps @haven-raven012591 @writinglionqueen @thatnerdwriter @thatpanpal @eternallytaylorsblog @artemisapalla316 @cryingsuplex @sassymox @demonslunacy @scuzmunkie @alternateafterthought

#open requests for the taking #orphan requests #please somebody write these #because it's not going to be me #Unfortunately #hear from the writer #requests

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ricdemption · 5 years

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Alternative Universe Writing Challenge!

Hello everyone!! Finally got a chance to compile the list of prompts for the writing challenge so here they are! So these prompts come from @alternateuniverseotp‘s AU List and I just picked out the ones that I liked most!

Please ensure that you read the rules and other information and if anything is confusing feel free to send me a message.

Rules:

Reblogging is not a necessity but would be appreciated!

Fic must be longer than 500 words

Any WWE/AEW wrestler and ship can be used

A reader insert is preferred but an OC or ship is acceptable

Can be fluff/angst/smut etc. Just tag everything appropriately! (THIS IS ESSENTIAL)

Choose one alternative universe and a wrestler or ship to write for. Send me a message with the prompt and if you know which wrestler then include that too so I can cross it off the list.

Only one person per prompt.

Post all fics by 7th August (exactly 2 months from today)

Tag your fic with ‘MBAUwritingchallenge’ which is what I’ll be tracking and tag my blog in the fic so I can keep track!

If there is a universe not on the list that you’d like to write about, let me know in your message!

Alternative Universes

Accidental Marriage - taken by @itsreigns

Amnesia - taken by @sassymox (The Shield)

Animal

Apocalypse - taken by @balorbarnes (Finn Balor)

Art Student

Author

Babysitter - taken by @theworldofotps (Finn Balor)

Bakery - taken by @toboldlygooooo (Chris Jericho)

Bartender/Bar

Biker - taken by @rampagewriting (Baron Corbin)

Blind Date

Bodyguard - taken by @cherry-mox (Jon Moxley / Jimmy Havoc)

Book Store -taken by @calwitch (Luchasaurus)

Camping

CEO/Boss - taken by @moxleysbaby

Coffee Shop

College

Dancer

Fake Dating/Engagement/Marriage - taken by @ashthenocturnalwriter (Drew Gulak)

Forbidden Love

Fugitive

Gang

Hero/Villain - taken by @helplessly-nonstop

High School - taken by @let-me-love-you-loki (The Shield / OC)

Immortal - taken by @writingrose (Drew McIntyre)

Mafia - taken by @sporadic-fics (Roman Reigns)

Medieval - taken by @xprincessofthefallenangels (Aleister Black)

Mermaid - taken by @officialbroski10-blog (Brian Kendrick)

Neighbour - taken by @calum-hoodwinked-me (Adam Cole)

Photographer - taken by @the-beastslayers-queen (Seth Rollins)

Police Officer

Porn star - taken by @hardcorewwetrash (Braun Strowman)

Prisoner - taken by @sethsevolution (Roman Reigns / Jon Moxley)

Reporter

Royalty

Soulmate - taken by @masked--empress (Pete Dunne)

Spy - taken by @thirstiswet

Stripper - taken by @mondaynightrollynch (Rollynch [Seth Rollins and Becky Lynch])

Teacher/Student - taken by @romansrgn (Roman Reigns / OC)

Tags:

@lovesweetpeaa @officialbroski10-blog @calum-hoodwinked-me @hardcorewwetrash @helplessly-nonstop @calwitch @softmox @xprincessofthefallenangels @burnitbalor @writtingrose @buckybarnessmile @itsreigns @undisputedlasskicker @balorclubbabe @the-beastslayers-queen @theworldofotps @mondaynightrollynch @writing-reigns @rampagewriting @sporadicyouthwriter @romansrgn @masked--empress @moxleysbitch @balorbarnes @thirstiswet

#alternative universe writing challenge

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axel-mania · 5 years

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this is a day late (sorry, i was under a lot of stress yesterday, rip!) but to celebrate fanfic writer appreciation day, here are recommendations of some fics i feel havent gotten enough love.

Desperate Times by kagayaki - not everybody knows this, but despys story started with kota. he was "born" chasing after him with a bouquet of flowers, and died chasing him too, falling short in matches again and again and unable to match his brilliance. here, kagayaki adds golden lovers context and gets into despys head the way they do so well to make the situation feel all the more brutal.

are you aware the shape i’m in? (my hands they shake, my head it spins) by veroniques - chuck and trent struggle to communicate, overcome their fears, and seize the kind of relationship they want. it shocks me how little fic there is for them and this is probably the best one. lots of pain, but theres hope in sight.

The Boy Who Went Into The Woods And Disappeared by beedekka - 300 words of dreamy ddt-era golden lovers. kenny is always chasing and losing kota, huh?

Turn Yourself by reason_says - a perfect answer to the question of how andras is functioning within oedo tai, if she really is a demon. she criticized them for not being heelish enough, but maybe theres a deeper reason for that… and this is just one of the best drabbles ive ever read, the word choice is beautiful.

love isn't as easy as it seems by dirtylittlewar - great bushi/naito that shows us exactly why these two choose each other. set in one of the most mundane parts of their lives, yet of the utmost importance to them, i think.

White Lovers by hard-luck-hero - an adaptation of taichi and gotos twitter interactions into a lovely white day uh…"romance". sweet and antagonistic at once, with japanese cultural details.

The Bloody Fool by Mithen - on commentary during the new japan cup, rocky said that some in chaos had been talking about kicking yoshihashi out. this fic addresses that in a positive way and makes us all love yoshihashi even more. basically no one has seen it cause it was an exchange gift and yall need to read it, its so good.

You show them ! by Nine (8has) - a douki fic that carefully cuts through the contradicting statements we were given about him this past bosj, amidst an overbearing taichi, an irresistible king, and an absent older brother. dramatic and enriching.

No Reason In Particular by buckleupbaby - *obviously* we need to stan murder friends with benefits. but beyond that, this is one of buckleupbabys best that i dont see talked about a lot. the addition of a new faction member can cause growing pains sometimes. this has naito characterization to end them all, in my opinion.

A Victory Cry by noctecat - johnny falls headfirst into heel logic, and ciampa lovingly guides him every step of the way. perfect understanding of these characters and why we might want a good person to make very bad choices. (axel reccing wwe fic??? oddly enough, yes. my friend who makes me think about diy, you know who you are.)

Hana Returns by Nickman300 - in which we get to have maximum joy and anguish for not one but multiple relationships in probably the best ensemble fic ive ever read. two ex-lovers who know each other too well get back together and begin to work through the parts of their lives that had been keeping them apart. im known for having long comments, but for this ive written uh. several thousand words, its just that good. i first read this when i knew nothing about stardom, its very accessible.

finally, an author…

butchboigirl - i tried to limit myself to wrestling fic since thats probably what everyone reading this is into, but this author is too important to me to not mention. they are literally the best writer i have found online, ever. and yet they are not nearly popular enough, probably because their subject, which happens to be my gender, is very niche. you can find their ao3 here, where theyve written incredible takes on the notebook and beauty and the beast. more significant for me personally is their original stories, which feature real butch/femme and butch/butch love, and blinding amounts of intimacy.

theres a couple fics i wish i could rec that i can no longer find-- one was a non-wrestlers au undisputed era h/c set in the early 2000s and the other an overview of drew gulaks history, from his time on the indies into his breakdown after losing tony on 205live. both had so much feeling in them, and i appreciate the authors for what they gave me at the time of reading!

#fanfic writer appreciation day

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years

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2020 - archived

[18+ advised ] This is going to be long af. I’m going to do my best to put everything - all my writing on this blog, in one goddamn place, but I make no promises, so forgive me in advance. Below the cut is everything I’ve written and posted, for every single wrestler I’ve written for so far. If its’ not linked, then I haven’t posted it yet or it’s a placeholder. If it’s bolded/has an m out beside it, it is most definitely mature and only meant for a mature (18+) audience. If there’s an asterisk (*) out beside the title, it belongs to or is part of something else that I have on the blog.

If you want to be on the taglist for my writing, you can find that [here]. If you want to know what I write / how often I write and stuff like that, my faq/about post is [here]

adam hangman page | take you home | spring | mature.

adam hangman page | baby fever | winter| mature.

adam hangman page | darlin | summer | mature.

baron corbin | right now | winter | mature.

darby allin | the sound of silence | spring | mature.

drew mcintyre | somebody watching me | spring | mature.

drew mcintyre | alpha | winter | mature.

ethan carter iii | worship you | winter | mature.

jon moxley | duality| summer | mature.

jon moxley | allnighter | summer | mature.

jungle boy | touch myself | winter | mature.

jungle boy | unnamed as of yet | summer | mature.

kevin owens | morning | summer | mature.

kyle o’reilly | backseats and phone calls | spring | mature.

kyle o’reilly | the quiet game | winter | mature.

mjf | dessert first | winter | mature.

mjf | sweet | summer | mature.

mjf | morningafter | summer | mature.

roman reigns | alpha | winter | mature.

sammy guevara | dirty dancer | winter | suggestive.

sammy guevara | cheater | summer | mature.

trent beretta | blackout | summer | mature.

trent beretta | sneaky | fall | mature.

adam hangman page | whatcha gonna do by hinder | angst / comfort.

adam hangman page | push my buttons [ suggestive] |

adam hangman page | i’m erasing myself from the narrative | i’m putting myself back into the narrative | may you always be satisfied | the story of tonight.

adam hangman page | second one to know | dancing around an open fire | |

adam hangman page | dreaming of a wedding dress | |

adam hangman page | the love boat || |

adam hangman page | sweet cherry pie || that dress is begging to come off [ virgin oc; mature af }

adam hangman page | | honey on my table suggestive | motion of the ocean - cruise romance au, mature |

adam hangman page | alone among the couples |

adam hangman page | im yours - alphaverse au | won’t you stay with me alphaverse au | bathtub mermaid - alphaverse au/suggestive |

adam hangman page | she’s a nutcracker |

adam hangman page | virginia on my mind, angst | fuck you and the horse you rode in on [ an au of what ifs second chapter, holy shit mature] | | punishment pretty please, goes with wildside/whatifs holy shit mature | pour some sugar on me, mature | |

baron corbin | everything you can do i can do better |

baron corbin | follow me | prince not so charming |

baron corbin | love on the rocks |

curtis axel | discount chocolate day | |

drew gulak thoughts of yesterdays | august rush | lost in your eyes [ suggestive.]

drew gulak | he loves me, he loves you not [ miiild suggestive, alphaverse] | | leave her wild [ suggestive alphaverse..kinda] |

drew gulak |once upon a dream [ soulmate au] | starcrossed lovers and other strangers [ suggestive ] |

drew gulak | valentines day episode |

drew mcintyre | marionette | | just between me and you |

drew mcintyre | burnt homemade chocolates [ conclusion to my alphaverse short fic, suggestive and fluffy ] |

edge x ofc x christian | seeds of unrest |

elias samson | couples costume contest |

elias samson | waiting on your friends to leave

ethan carter III | winners remorse | rewrite history [ a retelling of w.r] | |

finn balor | after an endless dream |

jay white | graveyard smash | punch drunk princess [ vampire au; mature] | it should’ve been you [human version of vampire au]

jeff hardy | it all started with glow paint [ suggestive; bordering mature ] |

jeff hardy | do i look lonely | my lips are up here [suggestive]

jon moxley | hurt me so good | if I loved you less I could talk about it more | can’t find a better man [mature].

jon moxley | bloody valentine |

jon moxley | your days are numbered | spared but not forgiven | nature adores a virgin [mature]

jon moxley | siren song [ soulmate/pirate and siren au |

jungle boy | sweet boy |

kyle o’reilly | can I see through you | | death of a bachelor |

mjf | did you just grab yourself on tv |

mjf | candy hearts taste like chalk |

pete dunne | you jump i jump jack | | you can’t win | I’m melting

pete dunne |bitter bite alphaverse au | aftershocks suggestive |

roderick strong | trying not to smile |

roderick strong | kisses like cruelty [suggestive,borderline mature] | | |

roderick strong | walking the line | put ‘em up |

roman reigns | patchwork heart |

roman reigns | slow roasted |

roman reigns | anorgasmia |

sami zayn | farmers market | moonbeams on pumpkins

sami zayn | heart and soul |

sami zayn | reflecting light |

zack ryder | rough rider

12 Days Of Christmas Masterlist 2020

My entries for the 12 Days of Christmas on both my writing blogs can be found on this post right here. [ merry christmas clicky ]

Halloween

Thanksgiving

Christmas

New Years

Valentines Day

Other Holidays / Special Occasions

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS I HAVE / USE TO WRITE

original character, Adeline x |

original character, Kasey x |

original character, Violet x |

WRESTLERS ONLY DOWN BELOW

buddy murphy x [ mature, sex life] |

cash wheeler x [ suggestive ] |

chuck taylor x [soft]| x more soft |

damien priest x [ mature ] |

darby allin x[soft] | x [mature] |

drew gulak x |

drew mcintyre x [ mature ] |

eddie kingston x | x | x mature | enemies to lovers |

elite x celebrating Halloween with the Elite |

ethan carter iii x [m] |

finn balor x [ m] | x [m] |

heath slater x |

jeff hardy x[m] | sick female!SO [pms mentioned briefly] |

jon moxley x [m] | x [m] |

jungle boy x[food/cooking] | x [ actual! jungle boy in love ] | fall softness |

kenny omega x [ suggestive ] | x | x [halloween] |

kevin owens x [m] |

kyle o’reilly x [ mature - werewolf!kyle ] |

luchasaurus x[mature+soft] |

marko stunt x soft and mature | x mature | x soft | x daddy kink of sorts |

matt jackson x [m] | x more m | enemiest to lovers -suggestive |

nick jackson x [suggestive] | losing a basketball game to you | x mature/soft mix |

orange cassidy x [lowkey m] |

Pac x [suggestive fluff] |

pentagon jr x mature |

pete dunne x [ mature ] |

prince devitt x mature |

ecw era raven x [soft ] | x [m] | x[halloween] |

roderick strong x [ adopting a kid with ] |

roman reigns x!HeelRoman, slight nsfw |

sami callihan x [ music preferences ] |

trent beretta x [lowkey m] | x [ soft ] | x [ more soft ] |

tyler breeze x [ enemies to lovers, polyamory hinted at |

undertaker x [ gender neutral baker / biker taker SO] |

AEW;

- adam hangman page [ f s v ] | o i d | c m x | k l |

- cash wheeler [ i l s ] | [ m o r ] | c s u |

- chuck taylor [ j m w ] | [ a d l ] | [ c v ] | i k w | n u x |

- darby allin [ k o t ]

- jack evans [ b t h ] |

- jon moxley [ a k r ] |

- jungle boy [ d m o ] |

- matt jackson [ k q w ] | [ b d e ] | f i o | u y | c j v |

- mjf [ s k v ] | b m u |

- nick jackson [ a b g ] | [ m o ] | c i o |

- orange cassidy [ f h x ] | [ o ] | [ i p v ] | [ k w ]

- pac [ d m x ] | [ i p u ] | [ f o s ] |

- santana [ a o q ] |

- trent beretta [ j m u ] |

- wardlow [ d j w ] | [ k u ] | [ b m r ] | [ a o v ] | c i p |

WWE NXT;

- chad gable [ b o u ] |

- damien priest [ d i v ] |

- drew mcintyre [ b e d ] | i p w |

- jinder mahal [ g i w ] |

- roman reigns [ c u m ] |

- timothy thatcher [ c j y ] | f k | d |

- tyler breeze [ l x y ] | d j u |

TNA;

- heath miller [ b e d ] |

NJPW;

- jay white [ d f k ] | k u m | b j w |

AEW;

WWE / NXT;

AEW;

WWE / NXT;

#wrestling fanfiction masterlist #masterlist wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction writer #wrestling fanfiction blog #out with the old; in with the new

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glowrioustrash · 6 years

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Made up Fic Title: "More Than Words."

The second I read this, that song started playing in my head... I don’t know if it will help or hinder my ideas lol

Being the only girl who worked for the sports section of the newspaper, OC is used to dealing with the wide spectrum of men’s opinions of her. The two extremes were really “pretty girl who likes sports, be still my raging hard on” all the way to “girls don’t belong in the industry, you fat cow. You’re just trying to sleep with a basketball player you slut.” She’d received all kinds of fan mail - threats, admirers, love letter, stalkers.

What she wasn’t expecting was to start getting puzzles. They weren’t being sent through fanmail, but she would find them on her desk in the morning. At first she thought it was a prank from one of her (many) co-workers that didn’t think she belonged working for the sports pages, but she couldn’t track it back to any of them. She would do the puzzles, often finding them to be sweet messages and compliments.

“Good luck at the game tonight.”“Great write up last week.”“The new haircut suits you.”“Your smile lights up the whole office.”

She knew that it could be creepy, and maybe she should take them to the police, but something told her not to worry. None of the puzzles come out to say anything untoward and no one can access the building without a keycard, so it had to be someone who worked for the paper.

She goes to Jack Gallagher, who writes oversees the puzzles section of the paper to ask if he knows anything about it. He says no, but he’s a terrible liar. She only has to ask a few times before admitting he helped Drew Gulak, the political correspondent write them. She always thought Drew was kind of cute, albeit a little shy when it came to anything other than politics.

She gets Jack to help her write a few puzzles in return, leaving them for him all at once.

“I know you’ve been leaving me those puzzles.”“Thank you for the compliments.”“Dinner?”

Drew bashfully approaches her desk at the end of the day and asks her out, although she points out that she techincally asked him first.

And a few years later, well... what other newspaper would they publish their engagement announcement in?

Send me a made up fic title and I’ll tell you what I would write to go with it!

#glowrious drabbles #Drew Gulak drabble #caramara3

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logicstates12 · 6 years

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With a Little Help

Nia gets a helping hand from Drew after tonight’s events.

Paging @dreamlikemusings

SPOILERS FOR TONIGHT’S RAW

Nia glances up, a girly drink being placed in front of her. She's never been one to drink when she's upset and yet, tonight, it seems like the best way to soothe her nerves, especially since she'd refused the pain medication medical offered her.

"Oh no thank-" She goes to refuse the drink. She's in no mood to deal with anyone. Then, she realizes it's Drew Gulak, offering her some fruity drink. "Drew."

"Nia." Drew keeps his hand on the stem of the glass. "I can't make you feel better but I can try." He pushes the martini glass forward.

Nia sighs, deciding a friend who wasn't Alexa might be a good bet. She takes the glass, taking a sip of the fruity liquid. She winces, realizing it's stronger than it looks. It's pink and tastes faintly of cherries but mainly of strong alcohol. It burns as it goes down.

"Easy. That's a strong drink. I decided to ask him for the strongest fruity thing he had. I mean- I personally prefer a good scotch but that seemed a tad strong."

"Where'd you come from?" Nia asks, staring deep into her drink. "I mean- I don't mean to be rude but..."

"Saw what happened. Thought you might need a friend." Drew sidles up to her, gently easing his arm around her shoulder. She wants to pull away. Her last almost-thing had gone about as bad as one could imagine... Yet, there's something so gentle about his touch that she just decides to let it go.

"Just wanted to get my moment. Prove to the world I'm serious." Nia sips the drink again. It's the strangest thing- she's almost used to the burn now.

"You will get your moment." Drew gently brushes a lock of hair out of Nia's eyes, tucking it behind her ear. "I am sure of that." There's something strange in his eyes as he speaks. Nia notices- it has to be something about the conversation.

Then, realization hits her.

She's saying nothing that Drew himself has not personally felt.

"As will you." She buries her head into the crook of his neck as tears prick the corners of her eyes. She doesn't want to cry again but she still feels so bad. "We'll have our moment- together if we're lucky."

She has no idea where this statement comes from. It just feels right.

She feels Drew nod, as he wraps an arm around her shoulders and tightens his grasp in an embrace of sorts.

"Thanks," she whispers.

He doesn't respond, merely nodding.

#Nia Jax #Drew Gulak #WWE FIC #My fic

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sarcastichotmess-blog · 6 years

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to do it or not to do it..

I’ve seen Alpha x Omega fics for every other wrestler on the roster but Drew Gulak. I’m seriously considering an attempt at it. Just because I have a mighty need for !Dominant Drew in my life.

#ignore me #rambling to myself #l talks to herself online.

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azrielstarsand · 6 years

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Roses

So here's a little Guzawa fic for Valentine's day! (Based off of @oh-baby-a-triple-oh-yeah 's of Akira anonymously getting roses for Valentine's day.) Hey paige I love you T H O T ❤💖💘💓💙💕💛

Akira Tozawa was quite a mysterious man. When he's smiling, is it sinister? Is it happy? No one knows.

And everyone always got good things for Valentine's day. Chocolates, roses, candle lit dinners…..

Everyone except Akira.

Akira never really got anything for Valentine's day. Not that he minded, he really didn't understand love anyways. Although, he'd find himself getting…..envious of other people's love. Seeing people so….enticed with each other….made him long for some sort of affection.

Just as Akira was thinking that, he opened his locker and found something strange….

A big bouquet of roses, with a letter attached. Akira slowly picked up the roses and read the letter.

Hello, Akira. I know you never usually get things for valentines day, but this year I wanted to change that. You may not know who I am, but just know this is sincere.

And this may sound silly, but I am afraid to approach you. So I admire you from afar. And I must say myself, I do like you alot. Your smile, your spirit, and even though we have different views on things, I admire your in ring talent. I hope you enjoy the roses! :)

-your secret admirer ❤

Akira stared at the letter, bewildered, then stared at the roses. Who would send him these? It...oddly made him feel warm inside. Akira smiled and and got his stuff before shutting his locker.

Maybe things were looking up for Tozawa and this “love” thing.

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C’mon Drew. It's just Tony. You've known him for years. You can beat him. You can do this. You can do this.

Drew looked up from the ground and tried to sit up straight. He was confident and he felt better for a couple seconds. Butthe crippling realisation of what he had to do came crashing down on him again.

I can't do this.

He jerks his body up and and slams his body hard against the wall, head landing with a nasty thunk. Tears filled his eyes, not only at the pain of him hitting the wall, but the anxiety of this match as well. He hit his head against the wall again and pulled his hair. His hands slowly slid down his face and just stayed there in a sorry attempt to cover his face.

Right now Drew wanted nothing more than to completely disappear.

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Akira was walking with his stuff and was about to head out of the arena, when he heard…..sobbing?

Akira walked towards the source of the noise, only to find a rather anxious and depressed and disheveled looking Drew Gulak. Akira slowly walked towards him and softly called his name.

“Drew….? Are you okay…?”

Akira flinched a little as Drew's head snapped up. God he looked so depressed and anxious…..borderline panicking…

Akira cautiously rested a hand on Drew's shoulder, and he felt Drew slightly lean into his hand. Akira knew how much this match had to hurt Drew...having to fight one of his best friends. Akira didn't know what to do.

Drew sniffled and wiped at his eyes furiously to try to dry his tears. He couldn't cry in front of people! Especially not someone like Tozawa, who was one of his enemies with his damned flying and chanting…..

“Oh h-hi T-Tozawa….what're you d-doing here….?” Drew stammered trying to act like everything was fine. But he wasn't fooling Tozawa. Akira looked genuinely concerned.

“I was um…..just leaving Drew….” Akira said awkwardly, backing away from Drew a bit. “But I ah- see that you're busy…..so i’ll leave…..?”

Drew looked back down at the floor and sighed. “Yeah…..you go ahead and do that Tozawa.” He sniffled before continuing. “I-I’m fine….” He lied before looking down at the floor again.

Akira felt for Drew, he really did. But what could he do? If you asked Akira to comfort someone, he'd probably yell at them until they felt better. But even Akira knew that yelling wouldn't help Drew. Suddenly, Akira remembered the roses he got. How they made him feel warm. And much to Akira's surprise, he thought about how Drew made him feel warm inside.

Mindlessly, Akira reached and grabbed a rose from his bouquet, and put it in front of Drew. Slowly, Drew looked up, his pink, tear streaked face slowly turning into a look of surprise. He looked at the rose, then at Akira, then at the rose again.

“Wh-What's this Tozawa?”

Akira blinked. What was this? Why was he giving Drew a rose? Didn't people only give people roses if they- oh.

Oh no.

Realization hit Akira like a brick. He was in love with Drew. Akira's face turned pink at that, and he shook slightly as he realized he still had to give Drew an answer. “O-Oh, um, this? Th-this is j-just…..ah…..for…..V-Valentine's day???” Akira said, losing his train of thought mid-sentence. Drew looked very confused, and he raised an eyebrow. “Valentine's day? I thought you didn't celebrate it?”Fuck. Drew caught Akira red-handed, so he might as well tell the truth. “W-Well…...when I got these roses, i-it made me feel, warm? Inside? And for s-some reason when I thought about how the roses made me feel warm, I th-thought about how y-you made me feel warm……” Akira stammers awkwardly. Drew thought about what Akira said carefully. Suddenly his eyes widened in realization. “A-Akira, do you…...l-l-love…...me?” He asked, face getting redder as he looked at Akira. Akira blisters. He starts shaking more. “I-I can't explain it…?? Y-you make me feel all warm a-and…...my heart kinda speeds up??? Is that how you're supposed to feel when you're in love?” Akira questions, sounding genuinely scared. Drew chuckles a bit and smiles faintly, his face still a burning red to match Akira's. “I-I think that's quite normal, Tozawa…..” He says quietly, taking the rose from Akira's hand. He smells it and holds it close to his chest. “Thank you, Tozawa.” Akira smiles and tries to walk away, but Drew grabs his jacket sleeve. “A-actually, Tozawa I- um…..there's something I want to do before you go….” Akira looks at Drew and turns towards him, a puzzled look on his face. Drew inhales before leaning in swiftly and pressing a soft kiss to Akira's lips. He felt Tozawa trembling under him, his face a dark red. But nonetheless, he was kissing back. The kiss was hot and needy, burning with a passion that Drew had never experienced before. Drew pulls back and places a kiss on Akira's cheek before smiling. “I guess I don't have to admire you from a far anymore.” Drew says before kissing his cheek again, smiling, and walking away, leaving Akira flustered and confused. He turned around and looked at Tozawa before whispering to him.

“Happy Valentine's day, Tozawa.”

#happy valentines day!#drew gulak #akira tozawa #guzawa #jasper writes #ilu paige #❤💛💖💙💘💕💘👌💓💞#roses #fanfic #wwe #fanfiction

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bastardnev · 6 years

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Call Me Your King

hhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH god this is long

tagging @kidvoodoo and @oh-baby-a-triple-oh-yeah, lemme kno if you wanna be tagged in any future nev/wade fics!! (or just any of my fics in general)

(link to ao3)

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: World Wrestling Entertainment, Professional Wrestling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wade Barrett/Pac | Adrian Neville Characters: Wade Barrett, Pac | Adrian Neville, Mustafa Ali Additional Tags: because you know damn well i can't write a fic with nev without including mustafa in some capacity, Public Hand Jobs, Public Blow Jobs, Teasing, Hate Sex, AU where wade never left and nev is still cruiserweight champion, otherwise known as my fave AU Summary: Neville didn’t call himself the king (or, more specifically, the “King of the Cruiserweights”) just for the hell of it -- he was the king. There wasn’t a single other competitor that was on the same level as him. He was above them in every conceivable way. He had the look, the wrestling ability, and the personality that came along with such a title. He carried himself like a champion regardless of whether or not there was gold around his waist. Unlike most people, he was capable of backing up all of his boasts. He was truly and undeniably the king.

The real king. Unlike Wade fucking Barrett.

Make no mistake about it -- there was only one king in all of WWE, and that was Neville.

If you asked him, the whole damn company was jam-packed with imposters. People who swore up and down that they were royalty, when in reality the moniker of “king” or “prince” or whatever figure they claimed to be was only that -- a moniker . A little name that they gave themselves in hope that it would eventually become reality. Call yourself a king, you’ll eventually become one, right?

No. It took more than a few tweets from fans or winning a silly little tournament to make a king.

Neville didn’t call himself the king (or, more specifically, the “King of the Cruiserweights”) just for the hell of it -- he was the king. There wasn’t a single other competitor that was on the same level as him. He was above them in every conceivable way. He had the look, the wrestling ability, and the personality that came along with such a title. He carried himself like a champion regardless of whether or not there was gold around his waist. Unlike most people, he was capable of backing up all of his boasts. He was truly and undeniably the king .

The real king. Unlike Wade fucking Barrett.

Everywhere Neville went, he was forced to deal with doubters of his reign. They were an unavoidable part of being royalty. There was always going to be someone in the locker room that claimed to be better than him, that claimed that they could be the next Cruiserweight champion if given a shot. Their bragging typically went in one of Neville’s ears and right out the other. Why should he give such peasants the time of day? He had more important things to worry about.

Wade Barrett, on the other hand, was an entirely different story. Wade was one of the aforementioned talent who only called himself the king because he’d won a tournament -- the King of the Ring tournament back in 2015 . It had been almost three goddamn years since he won that pointless waste of time, and he was still going around insisting that he be referred to as “King Barrett”. If you asked him, he was the king of WWE, not Neville.

It was for this reason that Neville absolutely could not fucking stand him.

Most of his doubters tended to back down following an in-ring obliteration by his hands, but Wade was someone who seemed to be incapable of shutting up. No matter how many impressive matches Neville put on, no matter how many times he stunned people into silence with his decrees, no matter how big the word “KING” was written on the screen when he made his entrance, there was nothing convincing Wade that it was the truth. Neville would pass him in the hallway after a match and would feel his stomach turn at the sight of his cocky smirk, the one that he always wore whenever he knew that he was right about something.

Considering how similarly both Neville and Wade went about their business, it seemed as if the two of them should be close friends. Neither of them were easily impressed, and both of them firmly believed that they were the best. Two men who both believed that they were the king would make the perfect tandem -- they would be unstoppable.

They also both had enormous egos, and as such an alliance was impossible. There was no such thing as two kings being able to coexist. Between the two of them, only one of them was able to be the true king.

And Neville would stop at nothing until that title was his and his alone .

Neville had walked into Raw that week with this particular goal in mind. He hadn’t seen Wade since arriving to the venue, but he knew that wherever he was loitering that evening, he would probably still be watching his match. Judging his every move. Ready to make some sort of smart comment about what he would have done if he’d been in that match -- something that would have made the match more “entertaining” and “bearable”. Just thinking about what he was going to say made Neville’s fists clench.

Oddly enough, however, Neville didn’t run into Wade once he’d returned backstage following the conclusion of his match (in which he’d come out victorious, naturally). He was typically right in the hallway, leaning back against the wall and brimming with overconfidence. The fact that he was not there was eyebrow-raising.

As he was passing by catering, he took a quick look inside, not finding Wade in there either. Where the hell is he? Neville knew that he had a match that evening -- it was set to take place in the next hour, actually -- so he had to be backstage somewhere. The fact that he was nowhere to be found was perturbing, though Neville tried not to dwell on it. The less he saw him, the better, right? He put Wade out of his mind and began to head in the direction of the locker room, slinging his Cruiserweight championship over his shoulder. He should be focusing on more important things, like getting out of his damn attire and into something more comfortable.

Rounding the corner, a smirk grew on his face, as he’d just spotted one Mustafa Ali -- or “Prince Ali” as he was referred to sometimes -- standing outside of the room. Yet another one of the many posers that Neville had to deal with on a regular basis, though he’d be damned if he didn’t see him as one of his favorites to screw with. He’s a pretender. A cute one, though.

As Neville drew closer, however, he noticed that there was something wrong. There was a look of concern on Mustafa’s face, as if there was something troubling him. He was chewing on his lower lip, staring down towards the floor. A pretty face like that shouldn’t look so upset. “Well, what do we have here?” Neville asked, his smirk having grown even wider now that he was directly in front of him. “What’s on your mind, Prince? Hmm? You seem down.”

Mustafa didn’t reply -- hell, he didn’t even look at him. He kept his gaze focused towards the floor as he started to pick at his nails. “Ali,” Neville said, now a little annoyed. “Your King is talking to you. Don’t ignore me.”

“I’m just…” He started, gaze flicking quickly in Neville’s direction before shifting back down towards his nails. “...thinking about something.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it. You wouldn’t want to hear it, anyway.”

“If it’s nothing, then why are you being so secretive, lad? Go on, tell me.”

Mustafa licked his lips. “I’m thinking about something that Barrett said to me earlier.”

Whatever remained of Neville’s playfulness had dissipated at the mention of his rival. “You were talking to him?” He asked, now wearing a cold expression.

“ I wasn’t doing any talking. He kept trying to start up a conversation with me, but I just ignored him. He wouldn’t stop, though.”

“And just what exactly was he saying to you?”

“We were both watching your match. All he did was criticize you the whole time.” Mustafa shook his head. “I had to come out here just to get away from him -- he was becoming too much. There’s such a thing as being too critical, y’know.”

“I’m aware…” Neville let out an aggravated sigh. He’s going after Ali now, too? Am I not good enough for him anymore?

“What’s the issue between you two, anyway? It seems like he really has it out for you.”

“He’s just bitter that he’ll never be as good as I am. His way of dealing with it is talking shit about me behind my back, apparently…” At least Neville had the decency to say negative things directly to Wade’s face. “Is he still in the locker room?” Neville’s thumb pointed in the direction of the door behind him.

“No, he left not too long ago. Said he wanted to go prepare for his match in some place quieter. Didn’t want anybody to bother him, I guess.”

“Well, someone is about to go bother him.” Neville attempted to walk away, but he was stopped by Mustafa, who had suddenly grabbed his arm. “What?”

“Please don’t hurt him,” he pleaded.

“And why not?”

“Because I don’t want you to get in trouble. Again .”

Neville put his hands on his hips. “The hell do you mean by ‘again’? You trying to suggest something?”

“I mean that you’ve tried to beat the shit out of both Gulak and Noam three times in the last week . I’m starting to lose track of how many times you’ve been fined.”

Neville started towards him, getting in his face and wagging a finger. “Do not try and act like they both didn’t deserve it.”

With that, Neville proceeded to ignore whatever it was that Mustafa said next, and he went in the opposite direction, his head swiveling as he checked every room that he passed in search of Wade. Now wasn’t the time to be receiving a lecture -- now was the time to find that cocky bastard and give him a piece of his mind.

Neville decided to put himself in Wade’s shoes for a moment. If he were a tall and unbearable bastard who needed a secluded place to prepare for a match, where would he go? Catering was clearly out of the question (and Neville had already looked there, anyway), and Mustafa had said he wasn’t in the locker room anymore. He doubted that he was lying and trying to cover for him. He doesn’t have it in him to be dishonest. He’d probably start crying on the spot.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Neville finally spotted Wade at the far end of a deserted hallway, far away from where everyone else was. Neville could only just barely make out the hustle and bustle of the backstage area. Why did Wade insist on coming all the way out here to prepare? It didn’t even look like he was getting ready for a match -- he was sitting on top of an equipment crate, playing on his phone.

“Barrett!” Neville yelled, voice echoing off the walls as he stormed in his direction. Wade looked up at this, trademark cocky grin appearing right on cue and causing Neville’s skin to crawl.

“Well, look who it is,” he replied, hopping off of the crate and placing his phone down. “Lil’ Nev. What brings you to these parts, kiddo?”

“Don’t call me that. What the hell do you think you’re doing, huh? You can’t be bothered to say your usual brand of bullshit to my face? Tell me why you insisted on going to Ali,” he spat.

“Oh, what, so I have to pick on you to your face all the time? That’s boring. Don’t be mad just because I chose to chat with your little boyfriend tonight.”

“He’s not my--” Neville stopped himself, knowing that arguing with him on this point was going to get him nowhere. “Look, if you want to be a king so badly, then you need to act like one.”

“I’m aware. I’d like to think I’m acting pretty kingly this evening, wouldn’t you agree?”

“No! You’ve done nothing this evening besides talk shit about me behind my back and run away before you could be confronted. You can’t call yourself a king and then act like a fucking coward.”

“Oh, so I’m a coward ?” Wade repeated with a scoff, taking a few steps closer to Neville. “Are you really the type of person to be calling anyone a coward?”

Neville stood his ground, crossing his arms and glaring up at him unflinchingly. “When have I ever acted cowardly?”

“You’re always accepting regular, one-on-one challenges from other cruiserweights, but it’s like you’re afraid to actually put your title on the line against one of them. When was the last time you actually defended, anyway?”

His grip on his title tightened. “I defended at the last pay-per-view. Weren’t you paying attention? You seem to pay attention to everything else I do.”

“I remember that. I also remember you rejecting challenges from the likes of Cedric. And Gran Metalik. And Mustafa .” He emphasized Mustafa’s name, as if that was somehow going to make Neville feel bad. “But you’re not a coward. I am. Okay, sure.”

“You’re right. You are.” Neville remained unperturbed by his taunts. In fact, it was now his turn to do the smirking. “One thing that you are not , though, is a king.”

Wade cackled at that, though his amusement quickly vanished as he shoved Neville back against the wall, causing the title to drop down to the floor. Neville let out a small grunt upon impact, scowling when he realized that Wade had placed his hands on the wall on either side of his head, effectively trapping him.

“You wanna try saying that again, kiddo ?” Wade asked, warm breath hitting Neville’s face as he spoke. “I didn’t catch it the first time.”

“You heard me just fine. You. Are not. A king.”

“You’re pretty ballsy, y’know that? Saying that kinda thing outright.”

“It’s part of being a king. If you have a problem with someone, you tell them to their face. You clearly have a lot to learn.” Neville swallowed, trying to look as confident as he possibly could on the outside. On the inside, there was a part of him that felt like this whole situation was off. Wade was directly in his face, practically pressing his forehead up against his. Neville could feel his heart start to pound in his chest over the closeness.

This wasn’t even the first time that the two of them have been this close to each other -- he and Wade had had plenty matches in the past. Before the Cruiserweight division made a comeback and was in desperate need of a royal leader, Neville spent his days in WWE trying to avoid whatever dastardly trick Wade had up his sleeve (or perhaps his elbowpad) during their confrontations. He remembered that they spent quite a bit of time pressed up against each other, so this feeling certainly wasn’t unfamiliar.

The problem laid elsewhere. What was happening now was entirely different. They weren’t doing this for a paycheck or to get any pats on the back from higher ups for their performances. There weren’t any fans around watching them -- hell, there wasn’t anybody around. They were completely alone.

They had no reason to be doing this.

And yet, they were.

Neville knew that there was something wrong with how much this excited him.

He watched as Wade chewed on his lower lip, as if he were contemplating what he was going to do with him. He leaned in, and Neville half-expected to be smacked in the face (Lord knows that he would do the same if someone else had said something like that to him), but to his surprise Wade didn’t do that. What Wade did do, however, was look down for a moment, as something else had clearly caught his attention.

“What?” Neville asked, an eyebrow raising as he saw Wade’s eyes widen ever so slightly at whatever it was he was looking at. Curiously, Neville followed his gaze, only for his own eyes to grow wide at the sight of the noticeable bulge protruding from the front of his trunks. “Oh, Christ…”

“What’s this supposed to be, huh?” Wade asked, looking oddly proud of himself -- as if he enjoyed the fact that he was (albeit unintentionally) turning Neville into a flustered mess.

“Shut the fuck up.” Neville’s hands balled into fists, his face now bright red as he kept his head down. What the fuck was wrong with him?! He had never gotten this way around anyone before, why did… why did this have to happen because of Wade ?!

“What’s the matter, Nev?” Wade removed one of his hands from the wall, and he used it to lift Neville’s head up, keeping hold of his chin as he continued to speak. “You seem embarrassed.”

“I told you to shut the fuck up.” He growled through gritted teeth, though that did no good, as Wade only chuckled.

“Ooh, I’m so scared. So scared of the guy who got a fucking boner over me.” Wade moved the hand to rest on Neville’s shoulder. “So, what’s the story here, lad? You into me?”

Neville wanted to deny it, but the words wouldn’t come out. He had hoped it was because he was too angry and full of hatred to speak, but he knew that that wasn’t the reason why.

Neville wasn’t able to deny it because he simply couldn’t deny it.

He had been so convinced for so fucking long that these feelings that he had for Wade were pure hatred and nothing more. What other explanation could there be? He found everything about him to be repulsive, from his obnoxious face right down to his arrogant personality. No one else seemed to like him, so why the hell should Neville?

But he had to admit that it certainly didn’t seem like he hated him when he practically searched the whole arena for him just so the two of them could talk. When he first came backstage after his match ended, his very first instinct was to look for Wade. Why did he do that? If he hated him as much as he claimed, why did he concern himself so much with where he was?

Not to mention how angry he’d gotten over Wade talking to Mustafa earlier. What was the real reason why that upset him so much? Was he annoyed that Wade was talking to someone that he was interested in? Or was it because he was worried that he was about to be replaced ? Because he was afraid that Wade found someone else to annoy and wouldn’t have any need for Neville anymore?

Neville wouldn’t go as far as to say that he was in love with Wade or anything.

But he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t curious .

“Cat got your tongue, Nevy?” Wade’s voice snapped Neville back into reality. “There’s no need to be shy. You can be honest with me.”

“I’m not telling you shit,” Neville replied. It was then that he realized that Wade’s hand had left his shoulder and was now resting on his hip, and he felt his heart pounding again.

“You know what? You don’t have to say anything at all.” Wade’s hand shifted over and was now resting directly on the front of Neville’s trunks, and he pressed down on it. “ This is doing all the talking for you.”

Neville stifled the gasp that threatened to escape his lips at Wade’s touch. He couldn’t let Wade know that he was getting to him. “W-What’s this all about, Barrett?” He managed to ask, facade growing thinner and thinner with each stroke of Wade’s hand. “Why are you doing this? You tryin’ to say that you’re into me ?”

Wade shrugged, appearing unconcerned with how his actions might appear. “Who said anything about me being into you? I said nothing of the sort.”

“But you’re--”

“Shh.” Wade gave his clothed erection a squeeze, cutting Neville off and causing him to actually gasp this time. “I wasn’t finished talking.”

“N-Neither was I, y’know…”

“I’m not about to stand here and profess my undying love to you or anything, so don’t get your hopes up for that. What I will say…” Wade licked his lips. “...is that I’m more than willing to give you a hand with this little problem of yours.”

“Are you…?”

“Mm. It wouldn’t be right to leave you like this. A king always helps his subjects, after all.” He quirked up his eyebrows, his words causing Neville to roll his eyes.

“You’re killing the mood, you know that?” He pointed out. If there was anything that he could do at this time without stuttering, it was call Wade out for falsely labeling himself.

“Oh, hush.” Wade’s fingers trailed to Neville’s waistband, the tips slipping inside. “Do you want me to help or not?”

Neville took a moment to mull over his decision, eyes glued to Wade’s hand. On one hand, he knew that he couldn’t be seen walking around the venue with a boner. On the other hand, the man willing to help him out with it was Wade. A pro of this situation was the he would be having an orgasm, which was never a bad thing in his book. A con, however, was that the one offering to give him one was Wade . Still, considering that there wasn’t anybody else around backstage that was willing to lend him a hand with this ‘problem’, he knew he couldn’t afford to be picky.

...But still, it was fucking Wade .

“Well?” Wade asked. “Kid, if you don’t want me to, then just say so. It’s fine. I’m not gonna make fun of you or anything.”

“For once…”

“You trying to imply that I’m always teasing you? Me ? Surely you jest.”

“Shut up .” Neville stomped his foot, earning a chuckle in response. After a beat, he finally met Wade’s gaze, finding his resolve. Fuck it . “Go ahead.”

“Wait, for real?” Wade replied, looking a little surprised. “I gotta be honest, I was expecting you to tell me to piss off like you usually do.”

“I would, but…” You don’t usually offer to get me off.

“But?” Wade encouraged him, slowly began to tug Neville’s trunks down as he spoke.

“It’s nothing, forget it.”

“Come on, you can trust me, can’t you?” He batted his eyelashes innocently. “Just finish that sentence.”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.” Wade took hold of Neville’s length and began to move his hand up and down.

“Is that a challenge?” Neville bit his lip, both at Wade’s touch and the proposition. He’d spent so long contemplating ways to finally make this man shut up, but he’d yet to figure out how to actually do it. Now that he was essentially being told to, his mind was drawing a blank.

...Well, he did have one idea. Lord only knows how it’s going to go over, though.

“Feeling shy again?” Wade teased, thumb brushing over the head. “I thought I told you that you could--” He was suddenly cut off by Neville’s lips forcefully pressing up against his, and he froze.

As Neville pulled away, he bit Wade’s lower lip, giving it a little tug. “Who’s the shy one now, Barrett?” Neville asked, breaking the silence.

Wade shook his head, looking almost impressed with Neville’s boldness. “You little bastard…” His expression quickly turned devilish, and he starting to move his hand again, now going a little quicker than before. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Don’t be mad because I got you,” Neville teased as he tried to maintain control over the situation, even goes as far as to pucker his lips at him.

“Oh, you definitely got me alright… I’ll give you that. But you know I’m going to have you get you back.”

“Good luck with that. I’m too good to be caught.”

“But you’re not good enough to reject a handjob at work, though.” Wade leaned down and connected their lips again before he moved and began to nip at Neville’s jaw. “I’ll find some way to get you…”

Neville was about to retort, but he felt as Wade’s hand sped up even further, and he quickly shut his mouth, silencing himself. He knew damn well that no words were going to come out, especially now that Wade had moved down to kiss and suck at his neck -- an area where he was particularly sensitive.

“You’re quieter than I thought you’d be,” Wade said, voice a little muffled. “I wanna hear what I’m doing to you…”

“L-Like hell I’m about to give you the satisfaction…” Neville growled. He couldn’t let Wade know that he’d just discovered one of his weak spots.

“Don’t be like that. No one else is around to hear you, y’know.”

Again, Neville opened his mouth to speak, but then there was a sudden flash of pain as Wade bit down, and before Neville could stop himself he groaned. Nice fucking going, dipshit .

“That’s what I like to hear,” Wade said, his facial hair tickling Neville as he spoke. “Let’s hear more of that.”

“S-Shut up…”

“How many times have you told me that in the last few minutes? Is that your new catchphrase?” He bit down again, relishing the sounds that Neville made in response. “Kiss or no kiss, you can only keep me quiet for so long. You, on the other hand, are having a little trouble with keeping your mouth shut, huh?”

This continued for a little while longer, the two of them trading taunts back and forth all while Wade didn’t slow down for a second. Neville wanted so badly to have the last word, but that was becoming more and more difficult by the moment, as he knew that he was going to come soon. “Wade…” He grabbed hold of Wade’s bicep as he felt himself growing closer and closer to the edge, burying his face in the crook of his neck as his face went hot--

And Wade stopped.

Neville’s eyes went wide as Wade slowly let go of him, and there was that fucking cocky smirk. “W-What the fuck? Why did you stop?” Neville whined.

“I was giving it some thought… I’m still a little hurt by you saying that I’m a coward,” Wade replied. “And I was starting to think that maybe you should earn it.”

“Earn it?” Neville repeated. “How?”

“I like those lips of yours… You’re a pretty good kisser, you know that?” He ran his thumb along Neville’s lower lip. “I think they should be put to better use, don’t you agree?”

“You-- You bastard …” Neville smacked the wall with his fist. He should have known better than to think that Wade would have just let him come so easily. Typical Wade fucking Barrett, being difficult as always.

Still, even though he’d just been complaining about it, Neville shoved Wade back against the opposite wall and began to sink down to his knees. He could see that Wade was already hard -- from what Neville had no idea, though he figured that it was probably because screwing with him was one of his kinks. “Fair warning that I’m not good at this,” he said, looking up at him. “I don’t have a lot of experience.”

“Really? Well, so long as you don’t try to bite my dick off, you’ll be fine.” Wade stroked the top of Neville’s head as if he were a cat, snorting as Neville swatted his hand away a second later.

“You’re giving me ideas, Barrett…”

“Hey, hey, you watch yourself down there.”

Neville pulled down Wade’s trunks, eyeing up his length and swallowing once he realized the size of it. He had been planning on making a joke of some kind about how Wade was smaller than him. This was most definitely not the case.

“What’s the problem?” Wade asked. “Are you a little intimidated? Aren’t you supposed to be a king?”

“I’m not intimidated , asshole. Just hoping you don’t poke my eye out with that damn thing.” Neville shuddered at the thought of himself getting a black eye and having to come up with an excuse for his sudden, oddly placed injury.

He started by giving the head a small lick, looking back up at Wade to gauge his reaction. Wade gestured with his hand for Neville to continue, and so he did, giving a few more tentative licks. Wade’s hand was back in Neville’s hair, though he didn’t slap it away this time. Instead, he took a deep breath, now taking the tip into his mouth.

“There you go, you’re getting it.” Wade breathed out, giving Neville’s hair a little tug as he took more of him into his mouth. Neville rested his hands on Wade’s thighs, holding them firmly as his tongue swirled around him. “You sure you don’t this often? You seem pretty experienced.”

Neville responded with a little grunt, lightly slapping his thigh. “Or maybe you’re just a slut, who knows,” Wade continued, causing Neville to slap his thigh a little harder this time.

Neville pulled off, glaring up at him. “Don’t make me bite you.”

“Let me have a little fun with this weird-ass situation, would you? I’m getting my dick sucked by a guy who I normally hate. Who also just so happens to be a slut.”

“Shut it.”

“Make m--” Before he could finish, Neville suddenly took as much of him as he could into his mouth, and he could only groan, leaning back against the wall as the warmth of Neville’s mouth overtook him.

Yeah, that got him to shut up. Neville thought to himself bemusedly as he started to slowly bob his head. It wasn’t the most practical method he’s tried, but at least he knew that it worked.

Neville resumed this pace for a few moments, relishing in the sounds that Wade was making. It was interesting how unconcerned he was with being caught -- Neville was admittedly a little worried that someone could wander into the part of the venue that they were in and stumble across this whole scene, and with Wade being as loud as he was he wouldn’t be shocked if this ended up being the case.

“H-Hey, I’m…” Wade’s grip on Neville’s hair tightened even more, and he gave it another tug as he started to pant.

And then Neville pulled away.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” Wade asked, running his hands through his own hair in distress.

“Earn it.” Neville chuckled darkly, licking his lips.

“Are you joking?! What do you need me to do?!”

“Hmm…” Neville ran his finger along his shaft as he thought. “Call me your king.”

“You’re joking.”

“I’m serious…” Neville pouted cutely, making like he was going to stand up. “Hm, I guess we’re done here, since you don’t seem like you’re gonna do it. You can finish yourself.”

“You mother fucker …” Wade put his fist in his mouth, biting down on his knuckles “...ng...”

“What was that?” Neville said, lips brushing against the head. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

“You’re my fucking king!!” Wade shouted. “There, are you happy?”

Neville couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, the things we do just to have an orgasm. You’re a lot of fun to fuck with, you know that?”

With that, Neville took Wade back into his mouth, continuing what he had been doing earlier and allowing for his cock to hit the back of his throat. It wasn’t long after this that Wade finally came, spilling into Neville’s mouth. He managed to swallow most of it, though he still ended up having to wipe excess cum off of his lips with his thumb.

“...Y’know…” Wade panted as Neville pulled his trunks up for him. “I think you’ve earned yourself more than just a handjob.”

“Oh?” Neville asked as he climbed back to his feet. “Did I manage to impress the so-called ‘king’?”

“You did.” He gave him a pat on the cheek. “And you wanna know what else? You and I can finish up later at the hotel.”

It took Neville a moment to register what he’d just been told. “What, so you’re just gonna leave me here like this?!” Neville gestured to his erection, which had still yet to be taken care of. “I thought you said you weren’t going to!”

“Considering that king bullshit you pulled at the end there, I think you deserve to wait a little longer. Feel free to get yourself off for the time being if you truly want to, though. We still have some time before Raw ends, and I don’t know if you’re the type of guy who wants to walk around backstage with an obvious boner.” He smirked. “Or, maybe you are. You’ve always struck me as being a weirdo.”

Neville sputtered as he watched Wade walk away, and he shut his eyes as he pinched the space between them, propping his free hand on his hip. Just when he thought he’d finally gotten one up on Wade, he finds a way to get him in the end. I sucked that man’s dick only for him to pull this bullshit…

Still, Wade didn’t say that he wasn’t going to do anything for him. Just that he had to wait a little longer until they were both back at the hotel -- and the implication that they would be “finishing up” in a hotel room together certainly intrigued him.

“What the fuck did I get myself into with this asshole this time ?” Neville grumbled aloud to no one in particular as he fixed his trunks, grabbing his championship from off of the floor and holding it in front of him in hopes that no one would ask what he was hiding behind it.

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