#nxt drabble

[skellyagogo]

Hank Walker

"You keep staring like that you gon get in trouble,"  Quincy smirked following Hank's eyeline.

The Performance Center was full of the NXT roster and a few from the main working out and running through drills.  

"Not staring," Hank muttered but he was.  He found it difficult not to stare at her.

"Give it a shot even if the others are calling her Miss No."  Quincy paused his set sipping from his water bottle.

"Miss No?"  Hank quirked a brow.

"Word is she's turned down everybody.  Ain't a single man or woman in here that's gotten her out for a date."

"Maybe she's got high standards."  Watching her from across the gym tossing Zoey around in one of the rings like she was nothing but a tumbleweed.

It wasn't long before his workout was disturbed by Quincy again.

"Holy shit!  She's checking you out."

"Shut up," shaking his head not believing a word.

"Staring right as your country ass!"  

Hank glanced up to see her cheery smile flash in his direction.  Craning his neck from side to side to see who else she could have been looking at until he pointed to himself.  He could hear to laugh offset by an awkward wave motioning him over.

"Go talk to her!"  Quincy was pushing Hank faster than his feet wanted to move.

She was adding weights to the bar at the squat rack

"S'cuse me but do you need a spotter?"  His voice sent a shiver down her spine.

"Y...yes ... I mean if that's okay with you."  Her words stumbled out hastily.  

The thought that she was nervous... around him?  The notion flashed in his mind like a neon road sign.  She was in place ready to lift when he started to laugh making her glare up at him.

"I don't mean any disrespect but you're holding back."  His smile was boyish almost coy catching her off-guard.

"Pardon?"  Her brow raised high.

"You can squat twice this weight, I've seen you do it."  Pausing when he noticed her shock.  "Not that I'm a creep or anything like I stare at you all the time."  Blushing rubbing the back of his neck fighting the urge to walk away before his mortification could get any worse.

"Caught me," she sighed laughing softly.  "I uh... would you believe me if I said I was trying to not scare you away?"

"Me?"  Hand over his heart trying not to scream to the rafters above. Completely and utterly gobsmacked that she was actually into him.

"Mhm," peering down at her sneakers.  "Most guys aren't into women that could... well lift them."  Shrugging her shoulders with a half smile.  

"You wanna get dinner with me after work today?" The words just tumbled out.  

"YES!"  She answered a little too loudly, covering her mouth in embarrassment as those around them stopped and watched their interaction.  "I mean yeah, I'd love to."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Hank drove them to a little place near the water he'd discovered after moving to Florida for work.  They had a nice patio behind the restaurant with an ocean view.  Lights strung up above all the tables instead of candlelight on the tables.  The kind of place where silence wasn't a bad thing, not with a view of the water or the kiss of the ocean breeze.  It was when they were about to order that he realized he left his wallet inside his locker back at the Performance Center.  

"I uh gotta be honest," she peeked at him over the top of her menu.  "I forgot my wallet back at the PC."  His cheeks stained a bright red, it was over before it began.

"Don't worry."  The brightest, adorable, damned tender smile given his way.   "You can pay next time."  

"Next time?!"  Leaning back in his chair.  No this had to be a dream, pinching his leg under the table out of her view.  There was no way his luck was this damned good.  "Already decided on a next time?"  Raising his eyes with a faint grin.  "Hypothetically what if this goes terribly and you don't want a second date?"

"Then I guess we'll just keep going on dates until they aren't hypothetically terrible."  Winking before her eyes wandered back to the menu.

[deepdisireslonging]

Hello m’darlin!! How are you? Are you still taking prompt requests? If so could I please request #17: “Bite me” , smut with Aleister Black? Thanks babe!! I hope you’re having an awesome day!!

(Thanks, love! Hope you have an awesome day too!)

Warnings/Promises: Totty Potato (cat), mild language, SMUT, oral (fem receiving)  

“Bite me, see if I care.” You stared down Totty, Aleister’s cat, as you tried to open the can of wet food. If the reigning fluff-ball didn’t back off, he wasn’t going to get any because you didn’t have room to get it open. The lid finally popped. The sustenance barely hit the plate before Totty was wolfing it down.

Aleister walked up behind you and rested his chin on your shoulder. You yelped as he nipped at your neck. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were talking to me.”

You spun around in his arms, smirking through a frown. “You knew exactly who I was talking to.” There would have been more of good-hearted arguing, but Aleister had just finished a workout. A bead of sweat trailed down between his pecks. You licked your lips instead of trying to catch it.

He chuckled. “See something you like?”

“Perhaps.” You turned back around and started fiddling with something on the counter. Aleister moved closer. Working out always increased his blood flow in ways you could appreciate. “Are you really going to fuck me in front of the cat?”

“He’d leave. But no.”

You squealed as Aleister picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. 

He carried you to the bedroom, but only made it as far as the back of the door before dropping you to your feet. Then dropping to his knees. With a tug, he pulled down your shorts, growling to find nothing else. He widened your stance which gave him room to nose up and down your thighs.

“Please, Aleister. Do something. Eat me out. Bite me. Just don’t tease-“ You gasped as he bit your inner thigh. While you were still stunned, he flattened his tongue against your core. In the back of your mind, you thought he started spelling something in Dutch… but there was too much pleasure short-circuiting your mind to remember what letters. You laced your fingers in his hair. “Keep going, baby. Right there.”

Aleister was happy to comply. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer to his face. When your legs started to quake, he hitched one of them over his shoulder. Thus balanced, he was sure enough in his grip to add thrusting fingers to your heat. They pumped and curled and then flicked across your clit. He hummed to hear you moan his name, making you keen even louder.

“Are you close, liefje?”

“Yes. Please, keep going.”

He sucked hard on your clit. Your head cracked against the wall, and your toes cramped in their curl. Aleister kissed up your body until he could nibble at his earlier bite. “Hmm. Looks like I got you all sweaty. Care to join me in the shower?” He laughed as you took his hand and dragged him along on wobbly legs.

Masterlist

[ambootyos]

I’m here now What are your next two wishes with Johnny Gargano.

Flirtatious

A/n: Sorry for the wait, enjoy!!

Word Count: 887 (a bit long for a drabble but I got carried away)

I couldn’t believe my luck. My car had broken down on the side of the road on my way to a major NXT event, and I was practically having a meltdown. I sighed, and rubbed my eyes as I tried to assess the damages.

Of course it had to be freezing outside.

I didn’t have the equipment to fix it myself, so I decided to call Johnny, even though I knew he was gonna give me a speech about how I should’ve been ‘more prepared’ or whatever. But, he was still my best friend, and I knew he’d have my back like he always did.

With the way my day was going, I half expected him not to answer. But he did, thankfully.

“Oh Y/N, what do you need this time?”

“Why must you always assume I need something? Can’t I just call you to talk? You realize we’re best friends, right?” I said, sounding a bit offended. “Maybe I don’t need something this time!” I mocked.

He chuckled, and cocked his brow. “Well, do you?” He asked.

I sat there defeated for a moment, before sighing. “Yes.” I mumbled.

“Oh, I’m sorry? What was that?” He teased. “I can’t quite hear you.”

“D*mmit Johnny! Yes, okay? I need something. My car broke down, can you just help me without being so judgmental this time?” I begged.

He laughed at my misfortune, before answering me. “Yeah, I’ll be right there, just text me and let me know where you are.” He replied, finally being supportive.

We hung up, and I did as he asked, before proceeding to wait for what felt like forever for him to show up.

But when he finally did, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders.

“I’m here. Now, what are your next two wishes?” He smirked.

I rolled my eyes. “Thanks Johnny.” I chuckled. “Can you just drive me to the show? I’ll call a tow truck. I have no idea what’s wrong with it.”

He decided to inspect it a bit, not taking my word for it. I rolled my eyes, as I waited for him. He began to burst out laughing.

“What is it Johnny?” I said unamused as I rolled my eyes, of course he’d find something wrong given my luck.

He pursed his lips together, to keep from laughing again. “You’re out of gas..” He giggled.

“I hate you.” I scoffed.

“Oh come on, don’t be like that! You do know cars need gas right?”

“You’re such a d*ck. You know that?” I said as we got in his car.

“Maybe. But I’m still your favorite d*ck.”

I cocked my head. “Do you hear yourself talk? Like, you heard what you just said, right?” I chuckled. “Okay, so now the person who forgot to put gas in her car is gonna give me the third degree?”

“For that comment?” I started before pretending to think it over. “Absolutely.”

“Oh please, you can tease me all you want, I think I just embarrassed you.” He replied, his face as red as a ripe cherry.

“Oh come on, you’re the one blushing Johnny.” I teased, lightly hitting his shoulder.

He rolled his eyes. “Okay! Fine! I’m embarrassed. Happy now? But don’t pretend it isn’t true.” He winked, causing my complexion to match his and my eyes to widen just a bit.

“Mr. Gargano!” I gasped, purposely overreacting to his comment. “Are you flirting with me?” I teased, knowing he wasn’t, but still trying to give him hell for it.

He glanced over at me, his face more serious now, than a second ago. “And it only took you a few years to realize it.” He said, before a slight half smirk grew on his face. “Maybe you’re smarter than I thought.” He joked, before starting the car, not looking at me another second.

My face dropped, suddenly unable to come up with my normal witty response. My breath hitched, and I just shook it off, and looked down at my hands, deciding it was best to sit in silence for a while, as we drove.

“Wow, you’re speechless? That’s a first.” He giggled.

“Are you…Is this..” I stammered, as his eyes shifted back and forth from me to the road, while he waited for me to answer. I took a deep breath. “Is this a joke? Because it’s mean.” I frowned.

He shook his head. “No. I’m completely serious. For the first time ever, maybe. But yeah, this is real.” He smiled. “Would you feel better if I had been joking?” He added, sounding a tad worried.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “No. I’d probably kill you if you were joking.” I said sternly, wanting him to know how serious I was.

He breathed a laugh. “So..penny for your thoughts?” He asked awkwardly.

“I’m never gonna let you live this down. You know that, right?” I chuckled. He let out a laugh filled with relief.

“Oh, I had a feeling.” He groaned.

“I mean, come on Johnny, I might flirt with you too, but I’d never just come out and tell you like an idiot.” I flirted.

He said nothing, as an ear to ear grin grew on his face.

The rest of the car ride was pretty great after that.

[spine-buster]

I Thought You Might Be Mine (Ricochet) - Part VI

April 7, 2018 New Orleans, Louisiana

Iris was on edge as she saw Trevor warm up for his big match – the six-man ladder match to become the inaugural NXT North American Champion.  She knew Austin was winning – that had been determined a few days ago.  But this was Trevor’s first big match in NXT, and she was nervous for him.  She knew he would be amazing, but she was nervous nonetheless.  

When she saw him alone in a corridor, his headphones on and going through his usual routine, she approached him slowly until he noticed her.  

“What’s up?” he asked as he slid his headphones down to his neck.  “You excited?”

Iris nodded her head.  “I’m so excited.  From what you’ve told me you guys have come up with some pretty amazing stuff.”  Trevor had been telling her for practically two weeks about all the things his fellow wrestlers were coming up with.  It helped that Shawn Michaels was producing the match too.  

“You’re nervous, though,” he said as more of a statement than a question.

Iris giggled.  “You can tell.”

“I can always tell.”

“I just know how ladder matches are, and I know how dangerous they can be.  However safe you guys are.  So just…be careful,” she said.

Trevor hugged her, placing a quick kiss on the crown of her head.  “You don’t need to worry, baby.  I’ll be careful.”

When Trevor walked through the ring curtain, he could see Iris on the phone with who he assumed to be Ryder.  He made the assumption because she didn’t run up to him like she usually did; didn’t hug him and get his sweat on her hands or shirt; didn’t tell him how good of a job he did in the ring.  Though he was greeted by praise and adulation from Paul, Michael Hayes, Shawn, and others who were around, there was only really one person he wanted to hear from, and she was too busy talking to her fiancé.  

He headed to a trainer’s room alone, wiping himself down with a towel.  No quicker than he entered the room and threw the towel in the basket, he became irrationally angry that she wasn’t there in the room with him, or there to greet him when he came back through the curtain.  He knew he had no right to be angry, but he was.  She was a constant in his life and wrestling career for the last four years, and he would be damned if anybody or anything took that away from him.  

“Sorry about that,” he heard her voice as she entered the room.  He spun around to see her stuffing her phone into her back pocket.  “That was just Ryder on the phone.  We were finalizing my trip there next weekend.”

Trevor’s breath caught in his throat.  “That’s nice.”  

“You did phenomenal out there, Trev.  All your spots were…amazing.  I freaked out a couple of times but you kept your promise about being safe.”

“Thanks.”

“How are you feeling?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Alright.”

It was at that point Iris knew something was wrong.  Was there a botch she didn’t catch?  A spot that didn’t go the way it was supposed to?  Everything seemed to go off flawlessly.  “What’s wrong, Trev?”

“You know…I walk through that curtain and the last person I see before I go out there is you.  And when I walk back through it, the first person I’m thinking about – hell, the first person I want to see – is you.”  He started unwrapping the tape on his wrists, huffing and puffing from the brutal match.  “And it’s always been that way.  It’s always been that way.  And you’re always there.””

Iris started to get butterflies in her stomach.  “What are you trying to say?”

“When are you going to leave him, Iris?”

Iris’s mouth gaped open.  “What?”

“How long are we gonna keep doing this?” he asked, his voice more forceful this time.  “We love each other, Iris.  We always have.”

“Trevor --”

“Don’t Trevor me,” he said.  “It’s the busiest weekend of your career and he’s not even here.  And you’re not there with him, either.  We’re here with each other.”

“Don’t do this to me.”

“What am I doing to you?” he asked indignantly.  “I’m telling you the truth!  I’m asking you to be with me, Iris.  Is that such a novel concept?”

Iris shook her head as tears began to well in her eyes.  “I can’t leave him, Trevor.”

“Yes you can!” he tried not to yell, but his emotions got the best of him.  “Why can’t you, huh?  Why can’t you?  I can give you everything he can and more.  I can be there for you.  I can provide you with the support he can’t, and he doesn’t --”

“Trevor, you can’t just ask me to leave my fiancé!”

“I can do everything for you and more!  I can make you happy!  Why do you insist on staying with him when the man you love – the man you truly love – is standing right in front of you?!”

“Trevor, I can’t leave him,” she repeated, shaking her head.  “I can’t just break off an engagement.  I can’t – we can’t --”

“Iris,” he said sternly, approaching her, his sweaty body touching hers.  “I’m begging you.  Let yourself be happy with me.  You know I can make you happier than he can.”

She looked up at him, tears in her eyes.  He realized she wasn’t going to give him an answer right then and there.  Did he really expect her to?  He shook his head, more so at himself than at anything else.  “Think about whether or not you really love him, or if you’re just comfortable.  Think about whether he pays more attention to you or his job.  Think about whether he’s marrying you for the right reasons, because if he really loved you he’d be here supporting you,” he cautioned.  

“Trevor…”

“I’ll still be here when you’re ready,” he said before stepping away from her.  

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[racheo91]

WWE Prompts

Okay so this is not my drabble list but i found it on here so all credit goes out to the person who made this. So send me in any numbers and who you would like it to be about.

(My first time doing the prompts, fancy giving them a try. So chuck me a number and the wwe superstar you want; I will make it happen!)

1. “That’s starting to get annoying”

2. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

3. ‘You can’t just sit there all day.”

4. “I’m too sober for this.”

5. “I’m not here to make friends.”

6. “I need a place to stay.”

7. “Well, that’s tragic.”

8. “You’re seriously like a man-child.”

9. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

10. “The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

11. Dear Diary, …”

12. She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

13. “I lost our baby.”

14. “They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

15. “I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”

16. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed.”

17. “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“18. What’s the matter, sweetie?”

19. “You’re Satan.”

20. “I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”

21. “I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”

22. “Did you just hiss at me?”

23. “Do you really need all that candy?”

24. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”

25. “I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”

26. “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”

27. “No. Regrets.”

28. “How drunk was I?”

29. “How is my wife more badass than me?”

30. “Be you. No one else can.”

31. “I haven’t slept in ages.”

32. “I locked the keys in the car.”

33. “Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”

34. “You work for me. You are my slave.”

35. “Take your medicine.”

36. “They’re monsters.”

37. “Welcome to fatherhood.”

38. “Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”

39. “It’s your turn to make dinner.”

40. “The kids, they ambushed me.”

41. “Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”

42. “Stop being so cute.”

43. “I feel like I can’t breathe.”

44. “You need to see a doctor.”

45. “You’re getting a vasectomy. That’s final.”

46. “I was a joke, baby. I swear.”

47. “Dogs don’t wear clothes!”

48. “I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”

[wrestlewriting]

47 with drew galloway (mcintyre)?

It had been years. 

Years, mistakes, big changes, life lessons. So much had transpired since the last time you saw him live and in person. 

So as soon your eyes met Drew’s, any remote chance of you playing it cool flew right out of the building.

It had been with no fanfare that he’d left WWE, and with even less fanfare that he’d returned to NXT now.

During his initial time in the company, you became close with him. Best friends practically. There had been flirting between the both of you too. But that had been harmless, innocent. He had married Taryn, after all. And her presence and wishes pushed you out of his life. You’d been hurt, but you’d moved past it. Mostly.

Their marriage had fallen apart over a short period. And his life, career, had gone on an interesting path after. You had been kept in the loop by Sheamus after Drew’s departure from WWE, even though you hadn’t asked to be. He just acted like you should be informed. And you enjoyed watching Drew create his own way and redemption story. He seemed happy again.

When you saw Drew backstage at NXT, you knew everything. You knew who he was and what he’d been through. But you didn’t know if he knew you knew. And that was part of the reason you were trying to escape the area immediately.

Grabbing Ember’s wrist, you started to try to pull her with you towards the door.

“Hey! What gives?”

“Shhh!! Just, come on,” you pleaded in a harshly quiet voice.

“Why? What’s going on? Why are you whispering?”

“I’ll, just, I’ll tell you. Just we need to go,” you declared, yanking at her wrist again. This time Ember let you bring her along behind you, out of the double doors, and away from where Drew remained with some of the other parts of the roster.

You knew you couldn’t avoid him forever. But for now, you figured that was the best thing to do. There was no way you could do forced chit-chat and pleasantries with him in front of everyone. This was more than that. And you also knew you’d struggle to explain exactly why to Ember.

[spine-buster]

“It looks good on you.” -- Ricochet

An excerpt from my new WIP, “I Thought You Might Be Mine” featuring Ricochet and OC, Iris

Inspired by the events of NXT Takeover, obviously

August 18th, 2018

Brooklyn, New York

Iris knew exactly where she needed to go in order to see Trevor after his match against Austin, but she wanted to give him enough time to get checked and properly assessed before she made it her business to go into the trainer’s room.  Even just watching on the monitor, she could see the welt that had formed on his neck after that amazing yet brutal moonsault-into-a-superkick spot.  

The problem was that Iris was impatient by nature.  She tried to take her time getting to the trainer’s room to no avail.  She watched through peeks as the door opened and closed, trainers rushing in and out, as they put an icepack on his neck and taped it there.

When everything was clear and she was allowed in, the trainers got the hint to leave the room to let them have their time.  She stood in front of Trevor as he still clung on to the North American championship, his knuckles white for how tight his grip was.  It was sitting around his waist, but he hadn’t made the attempt to buckle it in the back.  

“What do you think?” he huffed, still catching his breath.  

“It looks good on you,” Iris smiled, her hand reaching out to touch the belt.  “You were incredible out there.”

Trevor smiled at her words, knowing how much she meant them.  She had watched him countless times – even looked his matches up on the internet when she couldn’t see him in person – so he knew she had seen his good matches and his not-so-good matches.  To have her here, in Brooklyn, meant the world to him.

He grabbed her hand and held it in his, squeezing it against his abs for a moment before bringing it up to his lips to kiss it.  “Took us long enough, huh?  To be here.  Together,” he said quietly, resting their hands on his heaving chest. 

“Yeah.  We’re a long ways away from the Best of the Super Juniors 2014,” she said, referencing the first time they met.  “You’re bald now.”

Trevor snorted.  “I think more important things have changed besides my hair, or lack of it,” he said.  “We’ve been through a lot since then, haven’t we?”

Iris didn’t want to think about it.  She didn’t want to think about the last four years and all the mistakes they made along the way.  Mistakes that got them to this point, sure, but mistakes nonetheless.  “We have.  But we’re here now.   That’s all that matters, right?” she asked, using his words.

“That’s all that matters,” he agreed.  “That’s all that’s ever gonna matter, baby.  You and me.”

He leaned in to kiss her, cherishing the feeling of his lips on hers.  He fiercely believed he would never tire of it.  After waiting so long, after being a dumbass, after making so many mistakes, he was finally where he wanted to be.  Where he needed to be.

With Iris.

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[ambootyos]

Hello there! Can you do the line “What ring? I don’t have a ring!” with Adam Cole (BAYBAY)

The Ring 

Adam smiled at the ring he’d kept in his pocket, for a few months now. He wasn’t usually one to get nervous about things. 

He was usually, so confident, and a just a bit cocky to say the least.

But, this was different. He didn’t know what he’d do if he was rejected.

When you walked in, he slid it back in his pocket, and pretended to be watching whatever was on the TV. But, he wasn’t paying attention to it. The only thing he could focus on, was you, as you sat next to him, and laid your head on his shoulder.

“How was your day?” He asked, trying to keep his voice steady. You smiled.

“Same old stuff.” You started, before kissing his cheek, then turning your attention to the TV. “That’s a nice ring, hm?” You asked.

His mouth fell ajar. “What ring? I don’t have a ring!” He exclaimed nervously.

You sat up and cocked your head, becoming a bit confused, you just pointed at the TV. He looked over to see wrestling was on, and you were referring to a wrestling ring.

He let out a sigh, becoming annoyed at himself for giving it away. You smirked.

“Why Adam? Is there something you wanna ask me?”

He smiled softly. “Yes, but I’m not gonna do it here Babe. You’re just gonna have to wait for the right time.” He winked.

You chuckled, and playfully hit him in the arm.

“Well, just so you know..when you ask, I’m gonna say yes..” You said, causing his smile to grow.

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