Hello there, been a fan of your work for a long time
Two things: Have you been watching NXT in recent years? And also, are you currently taking requests?
Hey! I've been away from writing for a while and I've been taking some classes so now that I have a proper foundation I'm going to go back over my old work and fix things up.
Yes I have been watching NXT lately and I've thought of an idea to write for Carmelo (know he's on Smackdown now but he was heavily on NXT the recent years) and I will gladly take your request
So I guess by now everyone has heard about the banned words tumblr has inacted so the app can stay with Apple. For someone who writes fanfic, this is heavily concerning as several words that can be used apply to the fics I write & this could cause my account to be blocked by iOS users.
For this reason I will be posting any new content on my other accounts (AO3, Wattpad, Fanfic.Net, newtumblr etc) & I will posts the links onto my page when they’re done, just so I don’t suddenly get hit with an account suspension. @staff have said in their post they are gonna try and decrease the censorship as much as they can so hopefully things can go back to normal, but I guess for now this is what I’ll have to do.
Do u write for Rafael Waithe? If so, if u take requests would mind writing a smut for him (he tops((alpha/dom kink if u want😏)) x male of course. Still considering that u take requests, if u, can’t/don’t want to, write for Rafael would you mind writing another for Alaric.😁
I do take requests, though I can be a bit slow getting them out. I haven't watched Legacies, but I'd be fine with watching a bit and writing for Rafael. I'll also do your Alaric request as well, are there anything special you want me to put in them, like a story you want me to go off of?
I’ve been reading your male readers and I absolutely loved every single one of them. I was wondering if you were still taking requests? If so how about an angsty Tyler Lockwood (TVD) one preferably top Tyler. When he finds about Caroline sleeping with his abuser?
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So I need to check, which one are you talking about: Tyler’s Dad or Klaus?
Summary: A male resident of Charming has been friends with SAMCRO for a long time, so much so that when they reveal an attraction to the members, Jax inducts them as the first male crow eater.
Warnings: M/M smut (21+), Bareback (Wrap Before You Tap!), Daddy Kink
Thank you so much! I love getting comments like this on my work and it really makes my day. If you look at the Masterlist I've pinned to my page, then you'll see four other chapters of this story, I am writing the sixth chapter, and I'm up to the smut scene, I need to make it stand out and then it should be posted.
Summary: Simon and Adam aren't the closest in The Elite but they do help each other out at times.
Warnings: Male x Male, Cussing, Drinking, Betrayal, Smut, Hint of Depressed!Adam Page, Oral
Word Count: 7580
Commission For: @thesimonkshow
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“It’s another beautiful day here in Florida.” Nick smiled into the gopro camera. “We still haven’t found our action figures.” He added as his brother, Matt took a sip of his Starbucks coffee.
“Yeah these things are so hard to find.” Matt huffed, shaking his head knowing that fans are buying all of them off the shelves at Walmart. “Save some for us, guys.” Matt joked.
“Oh look everyone, it’s Simon!” Nick turned the camera around showing me shoving my gym bag into the trunk of my SUV.
“No, no, take the camera off of me.” I held my hand up, blocking the lenses. Getting out of the gym, my tank top was sweaty along with the rest of my body. My hair was pushed back due to it being so sweaty and greasy. I felt gross and didn’t want anyone knowing what I looked like after an intense workout.
“And here’s Kenny Omega.” Nick pointed the camera towards Kenny who was making his way towards the parking lot. His tank top stretches due to his large muscles. Kenny smirked, flexing his biceps and showing off what his body looks like after a workout.
“You look like a sweaty potato.” I laughed, seeing that Kenny’s shirt was drenched in sweat. My eyes lingered over his body at the sight of him. He was truly built like a Greek god.
“Hey anyone up for a beer?” A voice called out, Adam walking up to the car with his gym bag over his shoulder.
Kenny and I looked at each other since we were both straightedge. “Uh, it’s like eleven in the morning, man.” Kenny looked at his watch to see what the time even was.
“So? It’s five o’clock somewhere. You two in?” Adam gestured towards the two brothers.
“No man, I have the family here with me tonight.” Nick rubbed the back of his head.
“Matt?” Adam asked.
“I have plans man, plus the show is tonight.” Matt shook his head.
Nick then cut the camera. “This’ll be great for The Being Elite episode.” Nick shoved the pro-go into his pants pocket, changing the subject. “You guys wanna get something to eat before the show?”
I shook my head no. “Nah, I wanna hit the shower and I’ll probably rest before the show.” I stretched my sore arms.
“Sounds like a good idea, actually.” Kenny agreed. “Can you drop me off at the hotel?”
“Yeah, jump in.” I walked around the car to get into the driver's side.
“Can I grab a ride with you guys?” Adam asked. “I’m gonna head back to the hotel too.”
Nodding my head, I spoke. “Yeah, sure.” Opening the driver door and slid into the seat. Starting the vehicle up I drove out of the gym parking lot once everyone was buckled up. Driving in silence was peaceful while the music was low in the background. Kenny hummed along to it while I tapped my fingers against the leather steering wheel.
I was grateful that traffic wasn’t too terrible, knowing it was going to be pretty packed tonight since the show was later. Arriving at the hotel, I pulled into the front of it. Adam opened the door and crawled out. “Hey do you wanna get some dinner later tonight?” Kenny asked as he unbuckled himself.
“Yeah, like you, me and the brothers?” I adjusted myself in the seat.
“Yeah, yeah. Sometime after the show.” Kenny ran his fingers through his curly hair.
“Yeah, sounds good, in any place?”
“We making dinner plans for tonight?” Adam asked as he made his way to the passenger side.
“Oh no, not tonight.” Kenny quickly said before I could say anything.
“Oh, I thought I heard you guys talking about dinner tonight after the show. My bad.” He slugged his bag over his shoulder and started to walk away. The automatic doors to the hotel lobby slid open as he walked closer.
I made a face towards Kenny. Kenny looked away from me, back towards the front of the hotel. I did too, Adam out of sight. He looked back at me. “We need to talk.”
“What’s going on, Kenny?” My eyebrows knitted together, confused by what was happening and what we needed to talk about. Why did he lie to Adam like that?
Kenny sighed, slugging into the leather seat. I noticed tension becoming stronger these past week but decided to ignore it. “Is it about Adam?”
“The Jackson’s and I have been thinking, we don’t think Adam should be in the group anymore.”
I frowned. “What, why? He’s a part of The Elite, we just can’t kick him out.”
“Look, Simon, I know and The Jackson’s know he’s a part of us but look how he’s been acting lately.” Kenny mentioned. “When we were tag team champs it was terrible rooming with him.”
“He’s our friend, Kenny.” I argued.
“You both hate each other.” Kenny pointed out, which we both knew he was right.
“Okay, that’s not true.” I huffed. “I don’t hate him because he drinks-”
“Well I do, his drinking has gotten worse after we lost the titles.”
“Okay, yes. Adam and I don’t see eye to eye all the time and yes he does annoy me at times but that doesn’t mean we should kick him out of the group because he drinks too much. We should be there for him.” I explained.
“We tried helping him, Simon. Long before you joined the group. He doesn’t want help so he has to go.” Kenny’s hand grabbed at the door handle, pulling it and the door popped open. “I’m sorry Simon, but he’s out.”
As the night went on I didn’t know whether or not to tell Adam about the plan of him being kicked out of the group. I knew I didn’t have a saying in it since I was so new to the group as is. These guys have been together for decades and I just joined a year and a half ago. I didn’t see the group being the same without Hangman Adam Page. He was the partier of the group and made some things not so terrible.
I sat at the end of my bed, not understanding why I helped Adam out with his drunken nights and terrible hangovers. “Because I’m a good person.” I mumbled to myself. I couldn’t let Adam choke on his own vomit while I tried to sleep in my bed. The sound of him gagging and retching in the toilet was no ocean sounds.
Getting up from my spot I made my way towards the bathroom. Pushing the door open I turned the light on. ‘Maybe I can change Adam.’ I thought to myself. Psh, yeah right. During long car rides we both bicker and argue. He’d complain that my podcasts were too loud through my headphones and I’d complain that his knee kept bumping into me. Maybe it was small things like that too that pissed The Bucks and Kenny off.
Did they really pick me over Adam? I frowned at that thought. They’ve been friends longer than I’ve even known any of them. I turned the faucet, cold water sprayed out from the shower head onto the tile floor, I waited until it started to warm up.
Possibly I pushed Adam into drinking. No. No, the man was drinking before I was even in the picture. It is possible I pushed him to drink more with my nagging and fighting back with him. God, Adam was just annoying at times and I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. The bathroom slowly started to fog as I undressed myself.
Why couldn’t he be a sex addict like wrestlers back in the 80’s. “Is having a disease really better than being a drunk?” I asked myself out loud. No, he can stop drinking, if he fucked many women without protection he was fucked and had to live with some type of disease for the rest of his life, could even die from it.
Taking off my sweaty shorts I tossed them near the corner along with my socks and tank tops. I looked at myself in the slightly fogged mirror. Kenny’s work out routine has been helping a lot since I’ve been hitting the gym more frequently. Flexing my muscles I posed a little to check out my body. I came a long way from what I was before, small kid but was great with cardio. That all changed when I met Kenny Omega. We’d eat out all the time so he’d get me bigger, turning the fat into muscle.
Once the fog fully covered the mirror and I could no longer see myself I pulled back the shower curtain back and stepped into the warm water. Shivering as the heated water hit my skin, making me break out into goosebumps. I let out a relaxing sigh, letting the water wash the stink off of me from my heavy workout.
With the shower out of the way, I felt ten times better and smelt it too. I wheeling my suitcase full of my wrestling attire towards the building I waved towards the fans lined up against the gate. Checking the time, I decided to make my way towards the large group since I had enough to spare. “Simon!” Fans chanted, calling my name to get my attention to sign photos or even get a picture.
“Hey, how are you doing?” I asked a young girl as I signed a shirtless picture of myself. When starting my career I was slightly weirded out by female fans wanting me to sign shirtless pictures of myself. Soon enough it became a regular thing, signing pictures of myself shirtless in the ring, photoshoots or even photos from the internet.
“I- I’m doing okay.” She squealed as she watched me sign her picture. “I love you in Being The Elite!” She pulled her arm from the gate and held the photo close to her.
“Yeah? Well thanks for watching.” I flashed a smile towards the girl.
Giving the girl a smile, I went down the line. Taking pictures and signing photos until I grew tired. “Alright, thanks guys. Hope you enjoy the show!” I waved to the fans on the other side of the fences. I was grateful for the heavy duty wiring that was separating me and the fans. I knew without that gate being there the fans would be very pushy and handsy when it came to photos and autographs.
Sometimes fans were just too much in the wrestling world, some were grateful for the entertainment we gave and others were too greedy, wanting more than just high flying and chain wrestling. They wanted blood and gore but that’s not wrestling anymore, it was art.
Entering the building, I tried to be out of the way for workers to quickly get items to the correct places even themselves as they rushed past me to get into the correct spots for tonight. Picking up my suitcase by the handle so I wouldn’t trip over any loose wires on the floor or accidently unplugging any. Making my way to the Being the Elite locker room, I knocked on it twice before entering myself in.
As I made my way inside I saw Kenny and the Young Bucks near each other, speaking in hushed whispers. “Hey guys.” I spoke slowly, curious on why they were huddled together. “What’s going on?” I went towards a free blench and placed my suitcase on top of it.
“Nothing much, just going for tonight.” Kenny was the one to speak while Nick and Matt looked at each other.
“Oh.” I unzipped my bag. “What’s the game plan?” Opening my bag, revealing my ring gear, knee pads, wrist tape, boots and other extra materials.
“Just the usual, we’re ending things tonight with a bang.” Kenny licked his lips. “We’ll let you get dressed.” Kenny nodded his head towards the door, signaling The Bucks that it was time to go.
“Wait, who are we going up against for the main event then?” I started to pull my wrestling gear that I was going to wear tonight.
“Page and I are going up against Jungle Express, while you and The Bucks are going to be ring side.” Kenny said, leaning against the door, about to exit.
“Oh, well I’ll see you guys at the gorilla then.”
The Jackson brothers both said goodbye while Kenny looked at me up and down with his blue eyes, knowing I was confused since he did tell me that they were kicking Adam out of the group. Why be in a tag team match with a man you want out of the team? I rolled my tongue around the inside of my cheek, thinking. Maybe they changed their minds about kicking him out and decided that having an extra person- that was a problem was better than being short handed.
Yes, Adam was an annoying drunk but he was one hell of a wrestler and he helped out on the team. Even maintaining Kenny’s anger at times so the male didn’t explode. Lifting my shoulders to myself I went on with my business.
As I was alone in the dressing room I started to strip from my street clothes. Folding them neatly, I placed them on the bench. Only in my boxers, I shivered as it was slightly colder than usual in the room. My nipples became stubs as the cool air danced along my skin. Hearing the door squeak open I quickly covered my body. Both of my hands shooting down, covering my cock that was in my boxers.
Sighing in relief that it wasn’t a craze fan that snuck backstage but only Adam Page standing in the doorway with the door fully open.
“Are you coming in or do you want the whole roaster to see me in my boxers?” I snapped, hinting for him to come in and shut the door or just shut the door in general so no one in the hallway would see.
Adam didn’t say a word, his blue eyes looking me up and down before entering the room and shutting the door behind him. Walking towards the bench, he placed his bag down. I heard a slight clinking of bottles clash together, noting that they must have been alcohol bottles. I hoped I was wrong and that it was something else.
Ignoring Adam’s stares, I slid into my wrestling attire. Combining my fingers through my hair, I could feel Adam’s eyes burning holes into my back. Rolling my tongue across my bottom lip I grabbed my boots, slipping them on as I bent over, tying the laces. Sure, I could’ve placed my foot upon the bench and tied them there, but where was the fun in that? Hearing a soft grunt escape Adam’s throat had me smirking.
“Enjoying the show?” I laughed, straightening up after tying my last boot. I grabbed one of my shirts that had all of the elite members on it, throwing it on.
Adam scuffed, looking away as I glanced over at him. “If you call that a show.”
Rolling my eyes, I wrapped tape and quickly wrapped it around my wrist. “Whatever.” Grabbing my bandana I tied it around my forehead, letting my hair flow over it. Leaving the room to Adam and his sexual thoughts.
The night went on slowly, I spoke to a few other wrestlers, laughing and telling jokes as we got food from catering. After eating I took a few laps around the area, getting my blood flowing. As time got closer to the end of the night I started to stretch. Rolling my neck side to side I grunted as I heard a pop and sighed out in relief.
“Hey you remember what the plan is tonight?” Nick asked me as I stretched my arms out.
“Yeah, You, me and Matt are going to be ring side while Kenny and Page are going to go up against Jungle Express.” I explained from what I heard earlier.
“Yeah, but the part about where we-”
“Come on guys.” Kenny quickly spoke out before Nick had finished. “We’re on.” Kenny and Page walked past Nick and I. I couldn’t help but to look at Nick with a questionable feature. Was there something else going on that I didn’t know? I brushed it off and followed behind the two brothers.
Fans cheered as we walked down the ramp. We slapped some fans' hands and quickly took pictures with others. Kenny and Page climbed into the ring while The Bucks and I stood outside of the ring, in Kenny and Page’s corner, cheering them on.
The match was heavily heated, it was Page and Jungle boy in the ring together, both laying on the floor, panting heavily. Both wrestlers crawled to their corner, reaching for their partner. Kenny held his hand out, yelling for Hangman to tag him in. Page slowly stood up, his weak sweaty body shaking from exhaustion. Adam swung his hand towards Kenny’s fingertips away from touching him. Kenny quickly pulled his hand away from Hangman and jumped off the canvas of the ring.
“Dude, what the hell?” I asked, looking at Kenny as he stood with us. I looked back at Hangman who looked confused just as me. Jungle boy quickly tagged in Luchasaurus. The large man ran towards Adam. Page quickly spun around, hearing the loud footsteps only to be kicked in the face, collapsing to the ground.
“Page!” I shouted, about to run into the ring to see if he was alright until Matt grabbed my shoulder and shook his head no when I looked back at him. “He’s our team mate! What the hell, man!” I barked at Kenny.
As Luchasaurace pinned Adam, Kenny was grabbing his championship belt. “Look, all that matters is this.” He pointed to his gold that rested against his shoulder. “No him.” He pointed towards Adam that was laying in the middle of the ring. Kenny looked towards the brothers and nodded. “You two know what to do.”
Both Jackson brothers nodded their heads and slid into the ring and rushed towards Adam. They both started to stop on him and kick him in the ribs. Page wailed out in pain, trying to cover himself from the stomps and kicks they did to him. My jaw dropped, looking towards Kenny who was already making his way up towards the ramp, I quickly slid into the ring. I scrambled over towards Adam, using my body as a shield and hovered over him. Matt and Nick Jackson quickly stopped their harsh actions and looked towards the ramp.
“Leave him! He’s made his decision.” Kenny shouted loudly for all to hear. The crowd booed as Matt and Nick rolled out of the ring and headed towards their leader. I rested my head against Adam’s sweaty side. We both panting heavily.
“I need a fucking beer.” Page grunted.
I shot up from my bed as I heard a loud banging from my front door. Rubbing my blurry eyes I looked at the time nearly three in the morning. “Who the fuck.” An unsatisfied grunt left my lips as I threw off the warm blankets from my body. Shivering slightly as the cool air hit my skin. “Someone better be dying.” Shuffling my feet towards my door, I rubbed my eyes one last time and looked through the peephole. I pulled my face away, unsure if what I was seeing was real. I gave my eyes another rub and looked through the peephole. There stood Adam Page in front of my door.
His fist collided with the wooden door once more, banging loudly. “I know you’re in there, Simon!” He shouted. “Wake up!”
He was fucking drunk. Quickly twisting the lock, I turned the knob and swung the door open. “Get your ass in here.” I hissed, grabbing at his wrinkly shirt and pulling him into my apartment before any of my neighbors complained about a drunk man in the hallway early in the morning.
Shutting and relocking the door I turned to him. “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, seeing his clothes were covered in some sort of stains as if he was in a fight and the smell of it was in a bar all night. He didn’t take being kicked out of The Elite all too well.
“I need a place to stay.” He grumbled, looking around the dark apartment. “I don’t want to stay at the hotel anymore. I don’t want to see them.” Page’s blue eyes darted towards the floor.
“Adam.” I sighed. “The company paid for your room.”
“I’m booked with Kenny, I don’t think I’m welcome anymore if I have to remind you.”
Sighing, I looked at his figure up and down. “How much did you have to drink?” I noticed him swaying side to side slightly.
“Not enough apparently to forget.” Adam hiccupped.
I made a disapproving face towards Adam, unfortunately he didn’t see it since it was too dark. “Fine, you can stay with me. One thing.”
“Anything, what is it?”
“No more drinking.”
It was silent for a couple of long seconds. “I can do that.”
“I mean it, Adam, no drinking. I don’t allow alcohol in here.”
“Okay! Okay, I promise. I won’t drink. But what if they need me to drink on the show?”
“Okay, you can only drink if it’s scripted.” I rearranged the agreement, knowing his whole gimmick was a drunk cowboy that liked to fight and ride horses.
“Deal, no more drinking.”
That was three weeks ago, Adam kept his part of the deal and didn’t let a drop of alcohol touch his lips. That was the good part. The bad part was ever since being kicked out of the group he hasn’t been to an AEW event and he hasn’t been hitting the gym. He’d stay in the apartment, mope around and eat food all day while watching something on television. He was running up my electric bill and it was driving me crazy.
Shutting the trunk to my car, I held on tightly to the grocery bags up against my chest after nearly dropping them. Making my way inside of the apartment I fumbled with the keys in my hand to grab the correct one. Grumping softly as my palms become sweaty from the Florida heat and the close content of the thick brown plastic bags I sighed in relief as the apartment key was in my hand.
Sliding the key through the hole I twisted it, unlocking the door I pushed it open and stepped inside. “Hey Page I got- Oh my god!” My face became bright red seeing Adam naked on the sofa stroking his cock.
“Simon!” He whined, quickly grabbing a pillow on the sofa and covering his lower half. Loud moans spewed out of the laptop that was sitting upon the coffee table. I hid my face in the bag, trying not to see anything, I was fighting myself. Wanting to throw the bag on the ground and make a run to my room or to throw the shopping items on the floor and get a look at Adam playing with himself. I rushed past him, hitting my foot against something hard, I whimpered but kept speed walking towards my room.
Slamming the door shut behind me I breathed out heavily. I placed the groceries on the floor and laid in my bed. The image of Adam stroking his cock stuck in my head, my cock fought against me and started to become hard. What type of porn was he watching too? It sounded like two men were fucking, I didn’t know since I heard only a man in the video.
I swallowed thickly thinking of ways that could have gone different. If I stayed and admired him I could’ve had the chance to ride his cock. What if he’d yell at me if I tried to stay? My heart pounded in my chest as so many scenarios went through my mind.
A knock woke me out of my sleep. Blinking a couple of times, I checked the clock to see I fell asleep for a few hours. “Come on, Simon. You can’t live in your room.” Page said through the door.
My face heated up remembering why I stayed in the bedroom, I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I looked at my pants, making sure I don’t have a tent forming from the memory of earlier today. Rolling out of bed, I went towards my door, opening it to see Adam standing there, a tint of red on his cheeks. He was fully dressed this time, his blonde curls in a bun. “I uh, made dinner.” I noticed he was sucking on his cheek, a nervous habit I notice he does.
“Thanks, but no thanks. I’m not hungry.” I lied, my stomach was aching from being hungry ever since I locked myself in my room hours ago.
“Well, can I at least get the groceries you hid in your room.” Adam chuckled.
My eyes dragged away from Adam and towards the few brown bags full of groceries in the corner. “Fine.” Moving away from the door, Adam let himself in, grabbing the bags with his large hands. My eyes couldn’t help but to wander over Adam’s arms as his muscles flexed while grabbing the items.
His large arms wrapped around the bags, walking out of my bedroom to head back to the kitchen to put them away. I couldn’t help but to follow. “I thought you weren’t hungry?” Adam asked, I could hear the smirk in his voice.
“I’m not.” I huffed. “I thought you’d need help putting away the groceries.” I walked into the kitchen with him as he placed the things down on the counter.
“I’ve been here for a couple of weeks now, I think I know where everything goes now.” Adam reached into the bag and pulled out lettuce. “I hope nothing is spoiled.” Adam made a face as he pulled out cream cheese. “Maybe we need to get a new one.” He mumbled as he set it down on the counter top.
Once the groceries were put away and some in the trash. Adam grabbed a plate and started to get noodles and sauce along with meatballs. My stomach growled loudly as I inhaled the delicious scent. “There’s plenty for both of us.” Adam pushed the plate towards me, making me grab it. “Go sit down and eat, Simon.” His voice was stern that made my stomach tighten, but in a good way.
Accepting the plate I obeyed and walked to the small table on the other side of the room and took a seat. My heart raced, I’ve never felt that way before towards Adam, being so obedient and doing what he says.
Taking a seat at the table, Adam followed shortly after me and sat across from me. Digging my fork into the saucy noodles I twirled it around and took a bite. A soft moan escaped my lips. “Where’d you learn to cook like this?” I asked, shoveling more into my mouth.
“I was a cook for a while when I graduated high school, and learned some things.” He shrugged, stabbing his fork into his food and eating it. It was silent as I ate the food in front of me. “So.” Adam began. “Are we going to talk about earlier today?” He brought up.
My face became bright red as I slowly looked up at him. “Not really.” I gushed, feeling my face heating up. “Look, you’re living with me and don’t have a room.” I explained, looking over at the living room area where his pillow and blanket rested upon the sofa, my eyes landed back onto Adam. The naked image of him popping into my mind and how he moaned sweetly while touching himself. I quickly made it go away. “And you’re a guy as well. Us guys have needs.” I went farther in.
Adam nodded in agreement. They were both men with needs and urges so watching porn to them was normal. Was getting aroused by seeing your naked friend stroking his cock normal too? Simon cleared his throat, getting out of his head and spoke once more. “Any plans about going back to wrestling?”
Adam ran his hand through his cleanly trimmed beard. “I decided I’m not going back.” Page frowned.
Swallowing the leftover food in my mouth I furrowed my brows at him. “What do you mean you’re not going back?”
“Omega and The Young Bucks embarrassed me, okay? I can’t ever show my face to that company again knowing they didn’t want me because I'm a drunk.”
“Adam, alcohol hasn’t touched your lips in weeks. You’ve been working out nearly every day. I’ve never seen you in this great of shape before.” I admitted.
Adam tossed his hand behind him in a shy manner, a tint of red appearing under his beard as I complimented him. “I don’t know, a lot has changed.”
“The only thing that has changed is you.” I smiled. “And for the better. Besides.” I leaned back, grabbing the garlic bread and taking a bite from it. “There’s a battle royal and the winner gets one on one with Kenny for the belt.” I chewed the butter bread to see Adam’s demeanor change within him.
“I’m in.”
Panting heavily as I threw the next opponent out of the ring that charged after me. The bright lights beaming above us made my skin boil and sweat dripped from my forehead. “Here comes the next man!” Before his music even hit, Adam Page dashed down the ramp and towards the ring. “Holy shit! It’s Hangman Adam Page! We haven’t seen him in months since The Elite kicked him out of the group.” Taz nearly yelled into the headset.
Adam jumped into the ring, grabbing the closest wrestler and throwing them out. I watched him spin around and give Alan Angels from the Dark Order a hard clothesline. Adam grabbed him by the back neck, making the man up on his feet and tossed him out over the ropes. “That’s two men out of the ring by Page in less than a minute! He’s going to win this thing!”
As the royal went on, wrestlers were going over the ropes left and right until there were two wrestlers in the ring. Slowly turning around I saw Adam at the other side of the ring. “Take it home Simon, you can win this!” JR spoke.
“No, no! My money is on the big man, Adam Page! Even if Simon saved Adam a few weeks ago, Page didn’t deserve that!” Taz said over JR.
Walking towards Adam, I stopped in the middle of the ring. Adam took a few large steps becoming face to face with me. “I’m proud of you.” I whispered, trying not to smile but yet have a serious face on to show the crowd how intense this moment is.
“I wouldn’t have done it without you.” Adam smirked looking down at me, he was only a few inches taller but it made a difference. “So, what’s the game plan?”
“Game plan is we wrestle and you throw me out of the ring and win this.”
“Wha-” Before I could even let Adam speak I ran towards my right side, running into the ropes and running towards Adam trying to give him a shoulder tackle. Adam duck slightly, his shoulder connecting to my waist and he stood, making him carry me over his shoulder. I yelped loudly to show the fans I was scared.
“Look at Adam! Carrying this kid like he’s nothing!” Taz snorted.
Adam lifted me high over his head and tossed me over the top rope making me land harshly onto the matted ground. A loud grunt left my lips as the wind got knocked out of my lungs. The bell rang loudly showing that it was over. “Here’s your winner and the number one contender, Hangman Adam Page!” The ring announcer spoke into the mic. The crowd cheered as Adam raised his arms in victory but peaked out of the ring to make sure I was okay.
“Oh no, what’s this!” JR yelled as The Young Bucks ran down the ramp and slid into the ring and started to kick Adam and throw punches. “It looks like his ex buddies from The Elite aren’t too happy that he won.”
“This doesn’t look like a celebration, JR.” Taz shook his head.
Hearing the commotion in the ring, I sat up, holding my ribs. I slid into the ring and pushed Nick off of Adam, looking over at Matt to do the same. I got a boot to the chin, making me collapse right next to Adam. My vision blurred as the room spun after that kick. “I think that’s enough.” I blinked a couple of times to see Kenny hovering over me and Hangman with the title over his shoulder.
“Congrats on winning, Adam.” Kenny snorted. “You’ll never win this from me.” Kenny smirked, straightening up. He gave a hard kick to Kenny in his guts. “And Simon. I thought you were smarter than that, but you have heart.” It was obvious to Kenny that I cared a lot for Adam. “On the wrong side, kid. Let's go boys.” Kenny said to the two brothers and left the ring.
“How am I supposed to compete next week when my ribs are nearly cracked.” Adam huffed as he stormed into my apartment.
“Calm down, the trainer said they were bruised, nowhere near cracked.” I told Page watching him snag open the fridge door, his eyes beading over the items. I knew what he was looking for, alcohol. “I think I have a strategy on you beating Kenny next week.” I piped up, hoping to get his mind off of alcohol.
“And that is?” Adam grumbled, picking up a water bottle. He twisted it open, bringing the container to his lips and swallowing a large amount. I watched as water dripped from the corner of his mouth and rolled down his neck. I wanted to forget what I was talking about and lean into him, licking the water off.
I blinked, now realizing that Adam was standing there, staring at me, waiting for an answer. “Uh, how about you re-watch some of Kenny’s matches and study his ways so when you get in the ring with him you’re two steps ahead of him.” I suggested.
Adam didn’t say anything, he pulled the water away from his mouth, licking his lips. I couldn’t help but mimic him, licking my own lips. “I’m going to take a shower.” Adam grunted, tossing the now empty water bottle into the trash, passing me he headed towards the restroom. His scent lingering behind. Hearing the door shut, I inhaled deeply. His natural scent along with his cologne stayed behind. It smelt of vanilla and wood chips, a strange yet intoxicating smell.
The night didn’t turn out how it should’ve been. The week went by faster than expected, Adam studied footage after footage of Kenny, watching his old stuff back in New Japan to now. Adam even took notes, nearly filling three notebooks full of his ideas and strategies he was going to go with to take down Kenny. Adam would even stay up so late that I’d walk out into the living room nearly three in the morning to remind him that he needs to go to sleep.
It was silent entering the dark apartment. I felt gross as my sweat dried off upon my skin and shirt since my match was the first one of the night. I waited for Adam’s match against Kenny for the championship which was the main event. “Last time I take your advice.” Adam huffed, letting go of his luggage. It made a loud ‘thud’ sound as it came into compact with the floor.
“I was only trying to help.” I spoke in a soft voice.
“You cost me the title!” He barked. “‘Oh, Adam, study Kenny’s tapes you’ll know him more than anyone.’” Page mocked my voice when I told him the plan last week.
“I didn’t force you to take my advice! I offered it to you! Maybe if you actually slept some night you wouldn’t have been too tired and would have seen the v-trigger coming!” I yelled back at him.
“I’m tired of that mouth talking.” He snarled. “Let’s see what else it’s good at doing.”
I furrowed my eyebrows not knowing what he meant, I didn’t even know a good comeback for that. My eyes widened as his large hands grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me close. My hands instantly turned into fist thinking he was going to punch me.
“Hmm?” I moaned softly as his lips pressed against mine, molding together. His tongue slid against my bottom lip wanting access inside my mouth. Smirking slightly, I denied. A soft whimper escaped my lips, making me open my mouth as his hand moved from the collar of my shirt to my throat, giving it a light squeeze.
My cock instantly grew harder by the second. “Not so tough, now huh?” His accent drew out against my lips as our mouths kept moving against each other’s. His tongue rolled and wrestled against mine as we held each other close. My fingers raked through his Sandy locks, giving it a light tug.
Adam growled from the motion, pulling away from the heated kiss. My lips were slowly becoming swollen from it. “I did mean what I said. Let’s see what that mouth can do.”
Taking the hint I lowered myself onto my knees as Adam took a seat on the sofa he’s been crashing on for weeks. Licking my lips, I grabbed the base of his cock and started to stroke his thickness slowly. “I said mouth.” He grunted out as my hand did all the work. Glaring at him for not letting me take my time, I leaned forward, wrapping my lips around his mushroom tip. My hand still grabbed the base of his cock. Suckling and flicking my tongue against his sensitive head, I moved my hand up and down his cock.
“S- Simon- fuck.” He titled his head back, letting out a loud moan from my actions. I couldn’t help but to smirk as I took a little more of him in my mouth. Lowering my head I gagged slightly as Adam’s large hand was placed on the back of my head. “No more teasing.” He pushed my head further down his cock, making his tip hit the back of my throat.
Muffled moans left my lips as saliva collected around the corner of my mouth. Adam buckled his hips upwards, making his cock go further down my throat. “Fuck, you suck me off so good.” He hummed, his fingers still wrapped in my hair, tugging it slightly. As my mouth was now sucking all of his cock, the hand that was wrapped around his thickness caressed his heavy sac. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep that.”
Smirking, I kept massaging his balls while I suckled at his cock. An animalistic growl left Adam’s throat as he gripped at my hair and pulled me off of his cock. “You really do want me to come in that tight mouth of yours, huh?”
Drool collected around my mouth as my lips were swollen from sucking his fat cock. I nodded with a mouth, I truly did want a taste of what he has. “I do want it.”
“Well, don’t need to worry. I’m not going to come in your mouth, I’m going to come inside that tight little ass of yours.” Adam stood up on his two feet, dragging me onto my two feet as well. Pulling me towards the bedroom he kicked the cracked door open. “Undress and bend over the bed.” He demanded.
Quickly scurrying towards the bed, doing so I took my top off and kicked my sweat pants off. Leaving me in my boxers, I discarded them as well, trying to toss them in the dirty hamper but missed. Bending over the foot of the bed, my cock rubbed up against the soft fabric of the covers. I whimpered as my cock was sensitive and was begging to be touched. As if Adam was reading my mind he spoke; “Don’t worry little one, your cock will be stroked and played with.” He looked through my drawers and hummed once he found what he was looking for.
Hearing a bottle open and squeezing of liquid. I looked over my shoulder to see Adam squirting lube into his hand, bringing his lubed hand, he wrapped it around his cock, lathering up his member. Pulling his slick hand back, he pressed his lubed fingers against my hole. I gasped softly, jerking my hips as he pushed one, two and a third finger in my channel. Arching my back, I gripped at the comforter, pushing my ass back against his fingers, letting them sink in.
“Such a greedy little one.” Adam laughed at my reaction of his fingers inside of me. “Want me so bad, don’t you?”
“Y- Yes, I need you.” I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut as his three thick fingers started to pump in and out of me in a rhythm.
“You’ll get me.” He slowly pulled out his fingers after preparing my ass for his cock. He gave his cock one last stroke before lining it up against my hole. His tip pressed up against me, rubbing up and down.
“Adam, I swear!” I hissed. “If you don’t fuck me- Fuck!” I cried out as his thick cock pushed inside of me in one swift thrust. Adam gripped my hair, pulling my head back.
“I was trying to prep you, but since you want to be a greedy little cock whore, then you’re going to take my cock.” He pulled his cock out and pushed once more, making me moan loudly. “Fuck, you’re tighter than I imagined.” Adam’s thrusts were fast and became sloppy but his cock was hitting every right spot. Adam’s arm snaked around my waist, grabbing at my cock he wrapped his lubed hand around it. My eyes fluttered shut from the feeling of being fucked and having his hand stroking me.
“You know, when you caught me jerking my cock off that day a few weeks ago.”
“U- Uh huh.” I was surprised I could understand him, my brain was fogged up from lust.
“I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about you, imagining it was you bouncing up and down on my cock moaning my name.” Adam’s pace picked up, his balls slapping against me, echoing throughout the room.
“I- I couldn’t help but to think about you too.” I moaned. It was true, even before Adam was crashing at my apartment I couldn’t help but to think about him while I stroked my cock and got off to him taking me and making me his.
“I’m glad we both think of each other when we masturbate.” He grunted along with a chuckle. “How about we think of each other when we come? Come for me, my pet.” His thrusts were becoming faster while his hand wrapped around my cock, wet from lube and pre-cum, my eyes fluttered shut as my balls grew heavier.
“F- Fuck, Adam harder, fuck me harder.”
Adam snarled, standing up fully, he placed his free hand upon my neck and pushed my head down on the mattress as his hips snapped harder and his hand tugged me faster.
“Come, come with me now!” Adam moaned as his hot spirts of come entered my tightness. Moaning loudly I reached my orgasm, the blankets and my lower stomach covered in my own fluids. Adam collapsed on me, we both panted heavily as we both tried to collect our breaths. I didn’t remember but I soon fell asleep.
I groaned softly as I woke up to Adam bringing a tray full of breakfast items upon it. “It’s morning?” I asked, looking out the window.
“Yeah.” Adam chuckled, looking at the sun rising slowly in the horizon. “I really must have worked you last night.” He teased me.
I couldn’t help but to give him a small smirk as I reached for a piece of toast, bringing it to my mouth and I took a bite. “I want to apologize for last night.” He sighed, looking down as I looked at him confused. Apologizing for the best sex I ever had? “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that and then forced you to suck me off. I- I always ask for approval and consent.” Adam swallowed, thinking he might get canceled for this if it ever got out of this apartment.
Swallowing my toast I spoke. “Don’t be sorry, Adam. It was… really hot what you did.” I blushed.
“It was?” Adam asked, looking at me.
“The hottest.” I nudged him.
He sighed in relief. “Well, do you, uh, have any plans for today?” He asked shyly.
“Yeah, staying in bed and cuddling up with a cowboy.” I laid back in bed.
“Really?” He gushed.
I patted the empty spot next to me for him to lay down. “Really.”
I was wondering if you could do Seth Rollins & Murphy under Hardcore = Double Penetration and if it could be a sequel to A New Recruit which I requested last year?
I can, but it won't be a full length one like the one shot was.
i have this disease that makes me find it hot as fuck when a character's eyes glow as a warning when they're really angry or upset and about to use every last shred their power to absolutely waste the shit out of the target of their rage it's called having excellent taste
Hey legend. Congratulations on the 1.5k followers mark! I figure this might help my creative flare rise up again, so i’d like to do the Dirty Charlie Drabble Challenge. I’ll do Jax Teller and Affair.
Thanks so much!! And thanks for taking part in the Dirty Charlie Drabble Challenge! 🤗
Your 3 words are…
kutte • shut • slut
Excited to see what 100 words you cum up with for this combination! Thanks again! ✨
It took a while, but I got my full 100 words. I may write a fic off of this cause I had so many words I wanted to put down, but here is the drabble.
A motel wasn’t the ideal place you wanted to fuck Jax, but he explained it was out of the way, so he could bury his dick in you without Tara catching on. And once he had led you in, shut the door, removed clothes, until all that was left was his kutte, you weren’t complaining anymore.
“Ride it slut” Jax growled, fucking into you like a man possessed “Ride this dick like it’s my Harley.” You obeyed his commands, the sound of skin slapping mixing with your combined moans. Riding Jax till he cums must be what heaven was like.
Hey guys! So I’m actually deciding to open requests because my ideas have been faltering lately and I’d love to have headcannons/imagines from you guys just to boost my motivation!
