#Adam Page fanfic

[midwestmade29]

Wildcard🃏

Hangman's vignette on Collision was very inspiring 😂 Thus this story was born. I miss him and have my fingers crossed so tightly that he really is the wildcard for Dynamite this Wednesday 🤞🏻

Word count: 2.2k Divider by: @saradika-graphics *GIF is not mine. All credit goes to original creator.

Disclaimers: Cursing, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.

Written from Hangman's POV 🙂

Hangman's nerves are getting the best of him so he calls on you to help calm them...

It was the night before I would be making my return to AEW as the wildcard. These last few months have been difficult, mostly because I’ve had to learn to live without her.

I knew she would be in Chicago. I knew that despite all the hell I’ve put her through, she wouldn’t miss this big moment. My mind is racing, my anxiety is through the roof of this hotel. I’m pretty sure if I don’t stop pacing, I’m going to be greeting the guests below me soon after my feet burn a hole in this floor.

The whiskey wasn’t helping. Shit, I’ve used that one too many times as a way to numb anything and everything, I’m practically immune to it now. There was only one thing that would calm me down at this point. Only one person who quiets my thoughts and makes me feel whole. I had to see her.

I pulled out my phone and sent Y/N a text, hoping and praying that my gut was right, and she was in fact in Chicago.

•••

I need to see you. Are you here?

To anyone else, the message might be slightly vague, but I knew that she would understand. I sat the phone on the desk and pulled up the rolling chair, just staring at the screen. For 10 minutes, the damn thing only said “delivered.” She hadn’t read the message yet.

I sighed and walked towards the bathroom when my phone dinged and stopped me in my tracks. I damn near tripped over my boots on my way back to the desk in my hurry. My heart was hammering against my chest when I unlocked the screen and went to my texts.

•••

Yes. Marriott next to the arena. Room 3412.

I let out a shaky breath once I realized she was staying in this very hotel. I was on the 37th floor so we weren’t far apart. With my phone placed back in my pocket and my keycard in hand, I walked out of my room to the bank of elevators.

Some higher power had to be messing with me right now. Y/N is only 3 floors below me, but damn is this thing moving slowly. Not to mention the large group of people that got on and off every floor on the way down.

The doors slid open, and I stepped off, looking left and right trying to see which direction I needed to go. With a right then left turn, I was standing outside Y/N’s door.

When she opened it, I swore I saw an angel. She was just as beautiful as the last time I saw her almost 4 months ago. It hurt like hell and felt so good at the same time being in her presence again. I’m just thankful she even agreed to see me.

I entered her room without a word spoken between either of us. I looked around and only saw 1 bed along with 1 suitcase. She was alone. Thank God.

“I know you’re nervous, but the crowd is going to love you, Adam. They’ll be happy to have their cowboy back,” Y/N said softly.

She was leaning against the wall with her arms wrapped around her body, making me wish they were my arms around her instead. This woman knew me better than anyone, hell she knows me better than I know myself. She understands me. She accepts me. She’s always been my missing piece.

“Is it that obvious?” I asked with a nervous laugh. It was comforting and sometimes maddening that she could read me so well.

“Everything will go smoothly, and you’ll get back in the swing of things. You’re a natural. You just have to believe in yourself the way everyone else does Adam. You’ve got this. I know things aren’t ideal right now behind the scenes, but you’ll figure it out. Pick the path you want to go down and don’t look back,”

It felt like I was 20 pounds lighter hearing her words and knowing she still believes in me. I offered her my best smile while I took a moment to let her encouragement sink in. She shocked me when she walked over to me and placed her hand on my cheek. The familiar scent of her started to dance around my nose as I inhaled, it was intoxicating. It still lingered on her pillow in my bed at home.

Her fingers rubbed my beard, making me melt into her touch. Our eyes were on one another as we drank each other in.

“I’m glad the mustache is back to normal by the way. You look more like my-“ Y/N smiled before she stopped herself from saying whatever else she was going to say.

“I look more like your what, Y/N?”

Sadness flashed across her face, but she recovered quickly. She brushed a stray strand of hair away from my face while she answered me.

“My Adam. You look more like my Adam now,”

Y/N looked up at me, waiting for me to make the next move. I could tell she was afraid she had said too much, but she said everything I wanted, needed to hear. I leaned down and kissed her. I kissed her hard and I kissed her good. She tasted so fucking sweet as I slid my tongue in between her lips, savoring every second of this moment. God, I missed this. I missed her.

When I broke the kiss, her lips were already a little swollen. She tried to catch her breath as I kissed her jawline down to her neck, nipping and sucking until I found that sweet spot that made her come alive for me. My cock twitched in my jeans when she let out a breathy moan, letting me know I found my target.

I stole the moan right out of her mouth when I kissed her lips again, swallowing the sound whole and eating it up. Her fingers worked quickly to undo the buttons on my shirt, and when she slid it down my arms, the fire blazing in her eyes threatened to set the entire room on fire. Her fingertips traced along the lines of my chest, lightly grazing the scars that were scattered on the skin there before kissing them softly.

I tried my best to let her have the lead, at least for now but my resolve was fading the longer she looked at me with those lust blown eyes. Y/N unbuckled my belt, then the button and zipper before helping me shimmy my jeans down my legs and to the floor. She drug her nails gently up my thighs to my hips and up my chest, causing a shiver to run through me. She snaked her arms around my neck and splayed her fingers through the hair at the nape of my neck.

I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her over to the bed. The feeling of her pressing against my hard cock through my underwear was so good and torturous at the same time. I needed her. I needed this. We needed each other.

I laid her down on the bed gently, my lips finding hers once more. She arched her back and lifted herself slightly as I pulled her shirt up to remove it, revealing her bare breast underneath. Y/N is perfect. She’s the epitome of all things good and beautiful.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen Y/N. Every inch of you is divine. I can never get enough of you,” I whispered as I made my way down her torso.

I made a trail with my lips and tongue until I reached the hem of her pants. I hooked my fingers underneath the band and tugged while she lifted her ass off the bed to let me pull them off. Her underwear was next and ended up in the pile on the floor with our other discarded clothes. Y/N watched me intently as I spread her legs wide and positioned myself in between them.

“I’ve tasted your lips, but now I want to taste the rest of you sweetheart. Let me pleasure you, take what you need from my mouth. I don’t plan on stopping until I hear you cum,”

The gasp she let out the second I dove in made me stiffen even more. My boxers were feeling tighter and tighter with each minute that passed.

Every swipe and flick of my tongue against her clit was bringing her closer and closer to her release. I licked and lapped around her while I pumped my fingers in and out of her. Her moans were sugary sweet and satisfying, I couldn’t help but groan against her sensitive bud. Y/N intertwined her fingers in my hair, lightly pulling and tugging while her hips bucked and pressed herself even more against my tongue.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs when she finally came, holding her in place as I licked and sucked her through her release. She squirmed and moaned as each tremor wracked her body. I placed a kiss on her inner thigh before sitting up and pulling her to me. Our centers collided, making us both blow out a rush of air as my cock slid around her wet folds.

I refrained from pushing myself all the way into her. I wanted to draw things out as long as I could before we couldn’t take it anymore. My mouth took in one of her nipples while my hand played with the other.  My teeth grazed the pink bud, my tongue following afterwards before I sucked it into my mouth and released it. I kissed my way over to her other stiff peak, taking it into my mouth to continue my teasing.

“A-Adam please. I want you; I need to feel all of you. Please,” Y/N’s plea was nothing more than a breathy murmur.

She was ready for me, and I was so ready for her. I reached between our bodies and lined myself up with her entrance, my breath catching in my throat as the head of my cock rested against the soft inner lining of her pussy. If I could bottle this feeling up, I would so I could enjoy it any time I wanted to.

My forearms supported most of my weight as I inched myself inside of her. Y/N felt incredible, so tight and so warm against me.  So wet and so perfect for me. Her walls stretched around me, eventually giving me full access and allowing me to be fully sheathed. I started moving against her slowly at first before increasing my speed.

Our bodies worked together in perfect harmony as we both chased euphoria. Y/N dug her nails into my back whenever I hit her sweet spot, her eyes fluttered closed when I leaned down and kissed her neck. We were both panting and sweaty and so completely lost in each other.

“Darlin, you’ve been so good for me. So, fucking good. I can feel how close you are. Let yourself go sweetheart,” I whispered against the shell of her ear.

Y/N pressed her heels into my ass, bringing us even closer together as I continued thrusting, much deeper now. I felt her flutter around my cock, and I knew she was done for. I watched as the most incredible woman I’ve ever known fell apart beneath me. Her lips parted and her sweet voice cried out my name. Her legs twitched and her cheeks flushed while her body absorbed every ounce of pleasure her orgasm brought.

I’ve never wanted time to stand still as badly as I do right now. Y/N completely blissed out and me seconds behind her. Both of us so fucking high off one another we may never come back down from it. My release detonated, wave after wave of satisfaction crashed against every part of me as I thrusted erratically. I grunted into Y/N’s chest as each rope of my cum filled her until I had nothing left.

It was minutes before I could bring myself to pull out of her. Part of it was because it just felt so damn good being inside of her, but the other part was because I wasn’t sure what would happen between us next. I couldn’t help but feel sentimental during this intimate moment, my thoughts and feelings threatened to drown me when they came flooding back into my mind.

Once I was lying on my back with Y/N resting her head on my chest, she worked her magic again. The warmth of her skin against mine mixed with the feeling of being completely sated, she put an end to my thoughts and worries. The noise in my head was now quiet. She did all this without even trying!

Not long after I pulled the covers over both of us, we fell into a peaceful sleep. I held her through most of the night before we repositioned, and our limbs ended up tangled together. There’s no way for me to ever thank her properly for all that she’s done for me and continues to do. I know I’ll spend the rest of forever trying my best to show her just how grateful I really am. Months ago I made the biggest mistake of my life letting her go. Tonight felt like a second chance, a fresh start. I had to do whatever I could to make her mine again.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Love your work so much. The idea was y/ n is worried about his mental health after his promo last Saturday. So she goes and visits him. Adam finally confesses his feelings for her. But he’s little unhinged

Blood is beautiful

Warnings: Insane murder death cowboy, mentions of violence.

Hangman Adam Page x Fem (member of the BCC) reader

Main Masterlist Hangman Adam Page Masterlist

(Has not been proofread)

Weeks had gone by since Adam's suspension and I was growing concerned if he would ever come back. No one had heard a single thing from him. For all we knew he could be dead. Adam had changed, he had become a mad man. The final straw for me was when I discovered he was back drinking. In a panic I drove 5hrs to Virginia just to make sure he was still alive. When I pulled into the driveway flashbacks of the one and only time I visted him at home. A one night stand that left me feeling things I thought I'd never feel for the cowboy. It was in the middle of the riverally between The Elite ans The BCC. In a attempt to get in his head I ended up in his bed. I never told the BCC what happned that night but a part of me fears they know what happned. I walked up the steps and was greeted with a dark, depressing, eery feeling. The home was dark. I knocked but got no awnser. I placed my hand carefully on the cold metal door knob and twisted. I walked into the dark home and called out for Adam. I carfully investigated the home in serch for some form of life and was starting to wonder if all this was for nothing. Just then I froze. My body was now pressed against the wall. "What are you doing here?" Adam asked, his voice was dark and cold. "I wanted to check up on you, you haven't awnsered any of my calls" I frantically explained. He pushed his body harder against mine. My chest squished against the wall. I felt his cold hands trail up my body, finding my waist. "Tell me why you are really here" I let out a sharp gasp as he flipped me around. Now face to face I could see just the state he was in. He smelt like wisky and tabaco. He held a lifeless expression, his eyes were filled with beauty and rage.

We stayed like that a while. His tall frame towering over mine. I felt pathetic underneath him. He grabbed my face and kissed me with such passion I didn't expect. He was quick to pull away. Yelling as he did so. "This is all your fault! I can't get you out of my head! Ever since that night I felt as something inside me changed. I am a changed man. I have become a mad man." I didn't know what to do or say. Slowly, he began to walk towards me. "I think I'm in love with you" he quietly wispered in my ear. "You showed me a new way of life, one filled with violence. You always say blood is beautuful and god it sure is. I now understand why the Blackpool Combat Club is pure violence. Blood is good for the soul. I feel alive, I feel free. All of this is because of you. You showed me the way, I tried to fight it at first but Swerve forced me into that side. This life of violence is one I find joy in"

I didn't notice tears that fell from my face until Adam wiped them away with the pad of his thumb. "Why are you crying? There are no need for tears doll." "You're scaring me" "I'm sorry doll face. I didn't mean to scare you" He said as he pulled his body against mine, holding me in a tight embrace. "I need you Y/n. I need you so badly. My body yearns for you. There is nothing to be scared of. Let me love you, let me give you the world. Together we can watch it burn."

What have I done

An: I'm sorry I left this on a clifhanger. I too want this to continue but for some odd reason I was like yes clifthanger for a most likley on existant part 2 💀

[coleskingdom]

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Adam Cole

Christmas Vacation

Grinning Like the Devil

Story time

Letting Someone Go

Your Revenge

Disappointed

Anti hero

Neglected

Need

Adam Squared ( Adam Page and Adam Cole)

Overheard

Hangman Adam Page

Cover Me Up AU

A Grand Adventure AU

Debut AU

Something More

Keep You Safe

Nights Like These

Le Petit Mort

Walls

I Wonder

So Your a Doctor Now

Consequences

What Was

Summertime

Buckles

Jay White

Mine Mine Pt 2 Mine Pt 3 Mine Pt 4 Mine Pt 5Mine Pt. 6 Mine Pt 7

High Rollers Keep Em High

Hands on You

Say It

Bang Bang BBQ

Sunday Drive

Dynasty

Hall Pass

Cold

Care

Not My Blood

Lifetimes

K

Matt Jackson

Little Dear

Hips and Thighs

Sunday Funday

Man in The Mirror

Early Morning Phone Call

Always

Will Ospreay

The Only Thing I Ever Wanted

Pictures

Commonwealth Kingpin

Laundry Day

Want Me to Prove It

Handsy

Lost in Translation

Requests are open

[magicalbuttertarts]

AEW Masterlist

Be Quiet For Me (18+)

Adam Page x f/Reader

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: pure smut under the cut. P in v.

Requested by @madhatterbri . Hope you like it.

From my previous account plentyoffandoms.

Stephen - Adam Page

WC: 482 ©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

I had to bite my lip to keep quiet. If I bit my lip any harder, I knew I would break skin, and bleed, but I have to win this bet I made with her.

I looked in the mirror, and her eyes were half-closed, her hand was covering her mouth as I fucked her against the bathroom sink.

Her skirt was flipped over her ass, her panties pulled to the side, as I thrust in and out of her. She felt so fucking tight right now, and I was slowly losing my mind at how she felt around me.

It has been so long since we last saw one another, that when I finally saw her, standing there talking to Danny, I had to whisk her away to somewhere more private.

Which brought me to this predicament we are in now. As we were making out in the single stall washroom, I could hear our co-workers outside the locked door.

"First one to make a sound loses." I told her I unzipped & pulled my jeans and boxers down my legs.

She turned around, and I instantly regretted it as I bottomed out in her. I placed my head between her shoulder blades, ready to embarrass myself as I had to will myself not to finish already.

The only sound in the small room was our heavy breathing, and me thrusting in and out of her wet pussy.

I had to get her to make a noise. I needed to hear her. I pulled out of her, and turned her around, wrapped her leg around my waist before she knew what happened to her, and I continued to fuck her.

Her mouth fell open as I thrust into her faster and faster. I was expecting her to let out a noise, anything but no sounds left her mouth.

Her hands were in my hair, pulling my head towards hers to kiss. I couldn't hold back anymore.

With how her pussy was clenching around me, her soft lips against mine, I groaned her name, loudly, which had her smirking into the kiss.

"Come on baby. Cum for me. I need you to cum for me." I told her, no longer needing to be quiet.

"Stephen." She whimpered, and finally hearing her say my name, made me almost feral.

I fucked her hard and fast, even through her orgasm. Her pussy clenched around me so tight, I thought I saw stars.

I quickly followed her though, I stilled as I came in her. My moan was loud and long, and I didn't care.

"Fuck me darlin'. I missed you." I told her as I pulled out of her, handing her some paper towels to help clean up our mess.

"I missed you too, Stephen." She said to me. I looked at her, already knowing that I couldn't be away from her again.

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[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Hangman Adam Page●

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*Adam's POV*

"Hanger, seriously, you should talk to her. Instead of staring at her."

Nick hits my arm as I shake my head looking back at him. I look back over in the direction I was staring and see the most beautiful woman in the world. Y/N.

"Ummm Adam?"

My view gets blocked by Kenny sitting down right where she is standing across the room. I look at him as my smile drops.

"What's going on guys?"

They all start talking about tonight while I put my head in my hand, elbow on the table and start playing with my food dreaming about Y/N.

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*Y/N's POV*

1. 2. 3.

I pick up a win against Julia Hart. The TBS Champion. Earning me a championship opportunity coming up at the next PPV. I celebrate with the crowd before I head back to my locker room. I walk into my locker room and straight to my bag to get changed. I change into some bell bottom jeans, square toe cowboy boots and a dirty old Nascar shirt. I put my hair up into a bun and put my glasses on. I shove the rest of my stuff into my bag and as I look up, I see Adam Page has a quick squash match. I decide to sit down and watch his match. He ends it quickly with a Buckshot Lariat and gets the win. I smile a little watching him celebrate before walking to the back. I turn the TV off collecting the rest of my stuff and grabbing my phone and keys. I walk out of my locker room and start walking down the hallway. I walk outside, walking past a group of people not paying attention to who they are and start walking towards my pickup truck.

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*Adam's POV*

"Who was that?"

I lean in near Matt still looking over at this chick walking over the pickup truck parked next to mine. Matt lets out a little laugh looking over.

"Why don't you go to your truck and find out?"

He lightly pushes me towards my truck, I shoot him a look than start walking over. As I get closer, I smell a certain perfume that makes me smile a little.

"Shit."

I see her drop her keys on the ground as she is trying to throw her belongings into her truck. I kneel down on one knee picking them up for her. I look up at her handing her the keys and she looks down at me smiling. I stare up at her wide eyed and without realizing it, I say the stupidest thing ever.

"Marry me?"

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*Y/N'S POV*

I giggle looking down at him, covering my mouth. He continues staring at me so I decide to make my move on him.

"Yes Adam! Yes I will!"

I take my keys from his hand, stick them in my pocket, lean down, cup his face and kiss him. He instantly puts his arms around my waist picking me up and kissing me back. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck slowly kissing him back. He slowly pulls back looking at me and I put my forehead against his looking at him.

"Guess you have to go buy me a ring now."

"Yes I do baby. Yes I do."

[madhatterbri]

War-torn | Hangman A.P.

Summary: When Y/N meets Major Adam Page, she knows she'll never be the same. Historical. Civil War. 18+.

Author's Note: My husband and I are talking about visiting Pennsylvania next year so I'm currently in love with historic AU Hanger again. Don't mind me. 😂 Please don't fact-check this... at all.

Hangman Masterlist

Taglist: @plentyoffandoms @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl

A few days after the Battle of Antietam, the Union army stayed in Baltimore. After the bloodiest battle on American soil, they needed time to gather new correspondence from President Abraham Lincoln. No one was more relieved for a break than Major Adam Page.

His horse trotted along the cobblestone streets. Adam's head hung low at the memories of what he has witnessed in the year and a half since the war began. Things didn't look like they were letting up any time soon.

Citizens of Baltimore looked on from the streets. The town had a mixture of Confederate and Union sympathizers. His army was on high alert to make sure no harm fell on them.

Y/N walked through the streets with her employer's daughter, Bella. Bella heard the rumors about how handsome the men in uniform looked. She wanted to see the soldiers for herself. Her father only allowed this if Y/N were to accompany her. With the promise of pay and not having to clean, Y/N happily accepted.

Y/N watched in wonder as the men passed by them. All the horrors they have seen from the war etched into their faces. There was nothing handsome about seeing a broken man. Bella was thrilled at the excitement of them all.

"Maybe I'll bag myself a high commanding officer," she commented happily. With all the money she had, she had her fair share of any man she could have. Y/N, on the other hand, wasn't so fortunate.

While Bella fanned the both of them to keep cool during the September heat, Y/N's eyes locked on a man on a horse. A forage cap covered the top of his head. His blonde locks fell from the cap down to a little past his soldiers. He had piercing light eyes. He was adorned in the dark blue wool coat and light blue trousers. Bright buttons, along with piping and badges, showed that he was a higher rank.

"He's looking right at you. You have to come to Papa's ball tonight. He is offering an invitation to all the officers as a warm greeting to Baltimore," Bella smiled.

"What would a ranking officer want with a servant girl?" Y/N asked.

"Guess we will find out tonight," Bella sung happily and grabbed Y/N's hand. "Come. We must get you ready,"

Adam stood in front of a mansion for some ball for the officers being thrown by the richest family in Baltimore. His thoughts strayed on the girl he saw in the street. She was the only thing that provided him any sort of comfort.

"I told you fine gentlemen that he would make it safely. He doesn't have a horse now to almost lose control over because of a woman," one of his friends teased him. They had been teasing him about it all day. Adam commanded for them to shut up yet couldn't help but crack a smile himself. She just had to be here.

Adam couldn't believe his luck the moment he saw her. A silent wallflower like just himself. He walked over to her and stood next to her. They remained silent.

"You must be the host's daughter," he broke the ice. "Please send my regards on a warm welcome from him,"

The Major was still not used to high society life. A man from Virginia, he would rather be tending to the family farm than mingling with high society.

"I am not his daughter, but I shall," she smiled warmly at him. He smiled back at her. Y/N looked at all the decorations around the room. Her employer always wanted to impress the elite in Baltimore. "I wanted to commend you on your victory against the rebels in Antietam. My... friend and I were pleased you stopped the south from invading the north,"

Adam's face fell at the mention of the battle.

"I'm sorry. That was rather unlady like of me. I must go," she apologized. Y/N went to walk away. Adam grabbed her wrist. She spun around, her head hung from embarrassment. Her employer always told her she had a loose tongue.

"Dance with me while I think about forgiving you," he spoke. Her heart pounded in her chest. Y/N looked up to see him smiling.

They spent the rest of the night together. Adam couldn't recall the last time he was this happy. Y/N was a breath of fresh air from the nightmares from the war. When he was with her, it was as if nothing else in the world mattered.

Over the next several days, they snuck out at any chance to be together. Stolen glances and kisses whenever the opportunity was granted. Everything was going well for them until a correspondence from President Lincoln came in. The army was to report out to their next location by morning. Heartbroken, he went to tell Y/N the bad news. They both basked in equal sadness.

"Stay with me for the night, please. I don't know if I'll... if we'll," she stopped. She couldn't bring herself to finish that sentence. Men in the army were dropping at an alarming rate. After a brief moment of silence, he agreed.

Y/N couldn't remember the moment they made it to her bedroom. Her clothes lay somewhere on the floor along with his. She had never dreamed of this before today. To be with a man before marriage, but this one was different. She could feel it.

"Are you sure?" Adam asked nervously. His forehead pressed against her. Strong, muscular arms held him above her. "Once this happens, we can't go back,"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," she assured him. "When, when you come back, we will be together proper,"

That night was the best night in her life. She never knew a man could be so gentle and loving. When morning came, he promised he would write to her.

As the war waged on, their correspondence suffered. The South wouldn't relent despite key victories from the North. Finally, in April 1865, the war ended when General Lee surrendered in Virginia. The men were allowed to return home to their families. Before he could make it back to his farm, Adam knew he had to see his Y/N in Baltimore.

Adam made haste to get there. He didn't want to waste another minute away from her. The city looked the same despite being gone for two and a half years. With flowers in hand, he knocked on Y/N's door. She answered the door and let out a shocked sob.

Her arms flung around his neck. Tears wet his uniform. Adam dropped the flowers to the floor and clung to her as if the Heavens would steal her from him. He closed his eyes and took in her scent. A little blonde boy with bright green eyes appeared from the door. He had tiny army soldiers in his hands.

[scumbag4scumbag]

This one's for the gays... (queers, bis, pans, trans, etc)

Gonna run this poll for a week... this IS for actual reasons, so please vote... Going on the honor system that queer folks only will vote, but I know there's no way to know for sure, so please be nice.

[sydsaint]

Heel Hangman please be mean to me. <3

Summary: Hangman comes back to AEW with a whole new attitude. And he sets his sights on the Bucks's new assistant.

You stand silently next to Matt and Nick, a tablet with their schedule clutched to your chest. The EVPs are busy chatting with a couple of guys from the production crew before Dynamite starts.

"YN," Matt calls your name and grabs your attention.

"Hmm? Yeah, boss?" You blink a couple of times before turning toward him.

Matt beckons you closer with a finger and you step over to him. "I've got a job for you, little lady." He informs you.

"Okay. What's up?" You nod, ready to listen.

"We've got a special guest hanging out in the VIP locker room. Will you go down there and see if he needs anything, please?" Matt asks you.

You nod and step back from the brothers, dismissing yourself with a courteous smile. You head off down to the VIP locker room and knock sharply on the door before entering.

"Hello?" You call out as you slowly crack the door open. "It's, YN? I'm here on behalf of Matt and Nick." You explain as you come through the door.

"It's alright, darlin', you can come in." A sweet country voice replies from somewhere inside the room.

Your eyes widen slightly in response to his reply as you shut the door behind you. You glance around the room and find the one and only Hangman Adam Page watching you from his chair.

"Adam Page?" You comment with slight surprise.

"In the flesh, darlin'." Page nods with an amused grin. "Matt and Nick didn't tell you who you were meeting?" He asks you.

You shake your head and linger by the door. "They just asked me to check up on their VIP." You explain. "Ask if you needed anything before the show."

"How nice of them. Especially sending a pretty little thing like you, to check up on me." Page grins to himself. "Come on, I don't bite." He beckons you further into the room.

You nod sheepishly and step further into the room under the Hangman's watchful eyes. He watches you cross the room so you're nearer to him with an amused grin.

"It was, YN, right?" He asks you. "That's what you said when you came in? You must be new. I'd like to think I'd of remember such a pretty face."

"I got hired last month." You nod again. "As Matt and Nick's new personal assistant."

Hangman nods thoughtfully at your explanation. He listens to you explain your job and nods along with you.

"Sounds like a coveted position. Do you like it?" He asks you curiously.

"It's a good job. Keeps me busy, and pays well." You answer honestly.

Hangman smiles at your answer, clearly amused by your conversation for some reason. "I bet." He quips.

You bounce on your heels, feeling nervous under Hangmans gaze for some reason.

"So, can I help you with anything before the show?" You ask him, fulfilling Matt and Nick's request.

"I'm alright, darlin'." Hangman shakes his head. "Thank you for asking, though. I appreciate the attention." He grins at you playfully.

Your breath catches in your throat at his words. That charming smile and the glint in his eyes makes your knee's feel weak under your weight.

"Right. Just...let me know if you need anything, sir." You nod at him.

"Sir?" Hangman quirks a brow at you. "Adam is just fine, darlin'. No need to be so formal." He assures you with a light chuckle.

You nod, feeling embarrassed for some unknown reason. "My bad. Have a good show, Adam." You smile at him and back up toward the door.

"You have a nice night as well, sweetheart." Page calls out as you slip through the door.

You step out into the hallway and take a deep breath in. "What the hell?" You breathe out, back braced against the wall while you compose yourself.

You head back to Matt and Nick to report that their VIP was fine for the night. Dynamite starts and you help out where you can.

The time comes for Hangman's match against Jeff Jarrett and you watch it intently from the back. You can't help but be mesmerized by Adam's strength and aggression. It's so different from the Adam Page you're used to seeing on TV. This isn't Adam Page, at all. Its, the Hangman.

After Dynamite ends, you gather your stuff and are about to leave for the night when Hangman happens through the backstage area. He spots you and saunters over with a curious glint in his eye.

"It was, YN, right?" Hangman comes to a stop about a foot from you. "Enjoy the show, darlin'?" He asks you with a grin.

You stare up at him, mouth slightly ajar. "It was a good show, yeah." You nod sheepishly.

"Matt told me earlier that you were watching my match with Jarrett." Hangman reveals. "How'd I do?"

"You were great." You nod again.

Hangman chuckles, amused by your meek demeanor. "Thanks, darlin'. Glad you had fun watching me."

"Y-yeah." You stutter out a reply.

"Anyway, I'll let you get out of here." Hangman grins and steps out of your way. "I'll be seeing you around, YN." He adds, your name dripping off his tongue in a way that sends a shiver up your spine.

You nod and hurry off before you say something to embarrass yourself. And you can feel Hangman's eyes on you as you retreat.

Page watches you go with an amused smile. Oh, this is going to be so much fun for him.

[peachyomega]

Love Me Not

Summary: STRICKPAGE

Rating: NC-17

Characters: Hangman Adam Page X Swerve Strickland

Warnings: Suckin and fuckin and holdin hands

Words: 2111

"I couldn't care less about you..." Adam spat, his vision still blurry. He was barely able to raise up on his elbows to look Swerve in the face. The chokehold he had just taken in the ring was still affecting him. He was recovering slower and slower these days. The things he put his body through to thwart Swerve were clearly taking a toll on him.

Swerve stared down at Adam in disgust. "I don't believe that at all, Hangman. I believe you're obsessed with me." Swerve leaned down, his face hovering mere inches from Adam's. "You are obsessed, and you're going to die trying to take me out. I just want to know why?"

"Because it can't be you..." Adam grumbled without really thinking. He shuffled backward to rest against the wall. His body hurt. His mind was a jumbled, exhausted mess. He didn't want to get into it with Swerve right now, but he wasn't about to just lie back and take the other man's attacks either.

Swerve closed the distance between them once more, refusing to let up. "Why not?" He demanded, angrily butting his head into Adam's. "Why are you so hellbent on keeping this from me? It's bordering on insanity, Hangman, and you're gonna to have to explain it to me."

Adam closed his eyes, feeling Swerve nudge angrily against his forehead until their noses touched. He could feel Swerve's body heat radiating off of him, could feel the sweat he had worked up in their match mixing with his own.

He and Swerve had shared in moments like this before, but only in the ring - never outside of it. The fiery anger and hatred they had for each other felt different in this cool, quiet, dimly lit hallway with no one around to witness it.

In his exhausted and weakened state, Adam felt himself starting to crack under Swerve's pressure. "It just can't be you, Swerve... It can't be you that I--"

He cut off abruptly and shoved Swerve backward and away from him. It was a weak movement and Swerve barely moved at all. Adam regarded Swerve angrily, as if daring him to ask one more question, promising there would be hell to pay if he did.

“...That you what?" Swerve asked, not moving a muscle, his voice now barely above a whisper as if somehow he knew he was treading on thin ice, and was trying desperately not to break it.

"Fuck you." Adam spat.

That was it.

Swerve was on him again in an instant, shoving him hard against the wall and throwing a punch to his jaw "Fuck me? Fuck me?" He roared while Adam struggled against him, too weak to put up much of a fight. "Clearly you fucking want to! I'm all you can think about, so how about I give you your chance, huh? It's just me and you here, Hangman, so go ahead! Take your shot at me. Come on!" Swerve grabbed Adam roughly by the jaw and glared down at him, his fury and frustration showing in his wide, angry eyes. Adam returned the stare before his eyes shifted involuntarily to Swerve's lips and back.

Swerve absolutely noticed. "You mother fucker..." He hissed before forcing Adam's head back and crushing his lips against his.

There was a brief moment where they both seemed to be taken by surprise, but Adam quickly found his wits and shoved Swerve away, hard. Swerve fell onto the flat of his back and began to laugh in a low, mocking tone. "Yeah okay, just keep shoving me away, Hangman. Shove me away only to chase me down. But I understand you now. You've finally made yourself clear."

"Shut the fuck up." Adam threatened. He realized he felt both anger and desire in equal measure as he watched Swerve's half naked body draped across the floor. His eyes lingered on Swerve's wide chest and toned stomach. He tore his gaze away before it could drift any lower.

Swerve watched Adam struggle and regarded him with a grin for a moment. "Why look away Hangman? Don't you like what you see?" Swerve stretched against the cool floor tiles, arching his back and flexing his shoulders.

Adam remained silent but God help him, he couldn't keep his eyes off of Swerve. They traced over his body and even as he watched, Swerve got up to his hands and knees and began crawling across the floor to Adam. He grabbed the inside of one thigh and pushed Adam's legs apart roughly so he could move in to the space between them.

Adam suddenly felt helpless. He didn't have it in him anymore to resist Swerve. He was too tired and Swerve was too close, and this had all gone on for too long.

Adam felt as if his very life were teetering on the edge of a cliff that he could do nothing to keep from falling down now.

"You done fighting?" Swerve asked in a whisper, moving in to brush his lips right against Adam's ear. Adam sighed softly, feeling Swerve's breath tickle his neck. In the silent beat that followed Swerve waited for an answer, but Adam kept his mouth shut. He didn't trust himself to speak.

“Nah, you have to say it. Tell me that you're done." Swerve brought his tongue out to lick along the edge of Adam's ear before taking the lobe in his mouth and giving it a light nibble.

Adam groaned and brought his hands up to cup Swerve's face. He pushed him back just enough so that their lips were almost touching. He locked eyes with Swerve. He leaned in so that their lips might just brush, but Swerve resisted and pushed Adam back roughly. "Say it." He demanded, clearly losing patience.

"I...I'm done." Adam finally relented before crushing his lips to Swerve's in a rush. He found that simply saying those words was all it took and Swerve was kissing him back urgently. He felt the apprehensive tension that was there a moment before dissipate from Swerve's body and he seemed to melt against him. Swerve's hands found his shoulders and hooked around them, pulling Adam in closer. Their bare chests met, stiffened nipples grazing each other.

Adam snaked a hand down to squeeze Swerve's ass which caused the other man to moan against his lips. He had always wanted to do that. Adam realized that part of him felt alive and full of energy once more. Maybe his body had not been quite as tired as he imagined. Or perhaps it was the emotional burden he had been carrying all this time that had been taking the larger toll on him.

With renewed vigor he brought his hands to Swerve's chest and pushed him backward, but he followed this time and lay on his side, chest to chest and mouth to mouth with Swerve.

As their kissing deepened and their tongues met, Adam rolled his hips against Swerve's, his body aching to feel the other man's. Adam was rock hard inside of his tights, and with that small movement he discovered that Swerve, too, was feeling the effects of their activities. Their cocks bumped and slid against each other through the thin layers of their gear.

"Oh, Hangman..." Swerve muttered teasingly between kisses. "What am I going to do with you?" He brought a hand down between their bodies and palmed Adam's erection. He slid his fingers up and down over the smooth fabric covering it before taking hold of the waistband of Adam's tights and yanking them down, allowing Adam's cock to spring free. Swerve resumed his grasp of it, gasping softly in surprise at the slick, wet precum he felt coating Adam's flesh. "Fuck..." he murmured, before biting at Adam's lower lip.

He grasped Adam's cock tighter and began working his hand up and down his shaft, every so often bringing his fingers higher to glide across the sensitive head, each pass causing Adam to whimper lightly between panting breaths.

Adam too groped down between their bodies and found Swerve's tights. He peeled them down and away from Swerve's body, glancing down to take in the sight of him. Where Adam was endowed more in length, Swerve showed more girth and Adam wasted no time in taking his cock in hand. His skin felt hot and velvety smooth at the base, but slick wet with warm precum at the very tip. Adam took some of that wetness onto his fingers and raised it up to his mouth. He sucked Swerve's juices from his fingertips as Swerve watched him, mouth open in aroused surprise.

"There's plenty more where that came from if you want a better taste..." Swerve suggested in a low voice. Adam took his meaning and silently agreed. He began to move down Swerve's body, stopping here and there to lick and kiss his chest, his stomach, his hips. When he arrived between Swerve's thighs he wasted no time in tasting what was there, dragging his tongue up Swerve's full length before swirling it at the tip, licking up all of the moisture that had leaked from him.

Swerve moaned and brought his hands down to grasp Adam's head, urging him on. Adam's lips parted and he took Swerve entirely into his mouth in one fluid motion, pleasantly surprised to find that Swerve fit perfectly in his mouth without choking him too much. He found that his mouth had watered so much that saliva escaped from the edges of his lips and dripped down on to Swerve. It seemed he was naturally inclined toward Swerve's taste. He slid his tongue along the underside of Swerve's cock as he began to suck him and Swerve tried to bite down on a whimper in response.

Try as he might to stay still, Swerve found his hips moving back and forth on their own. He pumped in and out of Adam's mouth, fingers knotted in his hair. He heard Adam moan around his cock and he looked down to see that he was stroking himself while Swerve fucked his face. The sight caused his cock to go even more rigid, and he felt himself careening toward a climax already. He slowed his thrusts in an attempt to make this last a little longer, but Adam picked up speed himself, taking Swerve deeper into his throat with each pull, smacking and slurping lewdly until it felt like he was trying to swallow Swerve's cock whole.

Swerve held on as long as he could but he felt his body tense up and his hips begin to buck forcefully as he felt himself losing control.

His moans got louder and louder until he reached his climax and cried out “Adam!” He came hard down the other man's throat, pulse after pulse shooting out of him and causing his entire body to spasm. At the same time, Adam whimpered around Swerve's cock as his own orgasm began to overtake him.

Swerve looked down to catch the sight of Adam's pink-tipped cock practically kicking out of his hand as he stroked himself to release, long ropes of cum splashing out of him and onto the tile beneath them.

After one last clearing swallow, Adam allowed himself to fall backward to the floor, releasing Swerve from between his lips. Swerve too could do nothing more than lie back against the tiles in a haze of pleasure.

The two men's breathing slowed after a time and Swerve found his hand almost involuntarily reaching out toward Adam's, whose grasp he met. He closed his fingers around the other man's as his pulse slowed and a serious wave of exhaustion overtook them both.

Thankfully no one happened across them in the 10 minutes or so they lay there asleep on the floor next to each other, hand in hand and still completely exposed.

Swerve was the first to rouse from their brief respite. He covered himself and got to his feet before nudging Adam under the ribs with the foot of his boot. "Up and at 'em, cowboy." he called down softly. "We can't crash here. We have planes to catch.”

Adam's eyes slid open slowly. He looked in no state to wake, but he had little choice. He laboriously got to his feet and met Swerve's eyes. They regarded each other in silence for a moment.

"It can be you..." Adam said, his eyes darting away from Swerve's. "If you want it to be."

Swerve smiled and shook his head, wrapping an arm around Adam's shoulders and guiding him toward the venue exit. "It always was." He replied.

[midwestmade29]

Cowboy Hat 🤠

Another day, another story inspired by one of my favorite songs! 😍 Word count: 1.1k Divider by: @saradika-graphics GIFs by: @cowboyshit & @bloodycowboyclub

You guessed it, this story is smut 😌

If you are not 18+ years old, please KEEP SCROLLING. Minors do not interact.

Due to the explicit nature, this story is NSFW or minors.

Anger, seduction, mild cursing, unprotected sex.

After having an argument with Hangman, you find a way to make it up to him…

The room was quieter now since Adam walked away to cool off after the argument the two of you just had. He likely went outside to the horse stables, while you stood in the kitchen still fuming. You took your anger out on random things around the kitchen, trying to ease your frustrations.

You slammed cabinet doors as you put away clean dishes, pushed the drawers shut firmly making their contents rattle inside, even giving the trash can a little kick after you replaced the trash bag. You and Adam were both known to be stubborn, which usually added more fuel to the fire.

As the night played over and over in your head, your desire to be right started to dissipate, and the longer you thought about the root of your argument, the more the error of your ways started to surface.

“Shit!” you cursed under your breath when you realized you needed to apologize and make things right.

This cowboy of yours was always so patient with you, until you start pushing his buttons like you did tonight. You knew you had to make it up to him somehow, and an idea came to mind as your eyes scanned the room and landed on Adam’s cowboy hat hanging on a hook by the back door.

You heard the front door open and close as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror. Adam must’ve come back inside, so with one more quick glance and a deep breath, you made your way to the living room to greet him.

Adam was laying on the couch, so you walked up behind the it, and placed your hands on the frame. Adam stared ahead watching the TV, still ignoring you even after you whispered “Baby…” trying to get his attention. You grabbed the remote off Adam’s chest, and turned the tv off as you walked around to the front so he could fully see you.

His eyes grew large as he took in the sight of you, lips parting for a split second in surprise as he looked you up and down. You stood before him in all your naked glory, wearing nothing but his cowboy hat. The longer he stared at you, it was obvious he was trying to stay mad, but his resolve was quickly diminishing. You couldn’t help but smile at his failed attempt!

“What are you doing, Y/N?” his voice cracking a little when he asked.

“I wanted to apologize for earlier. I pushed you too far, and I’m sorry. Forgive me?” you said sweetly, looking up at him through your dark eyelashes. While you knew how to push his buttons, you also knew every trick in the book on how to turn Adam on.

“Don’t look at me like that.” he warned with no real threat behind it.

He was now sitting up on the couch, eyes still locked on your naked body. He started to squirm the closer you got to him, your plan clearly working.

Once you stood directly in front of him, you ran your fingers through his blonde locks, making him melt in the palm of your hand. His arms snaked around your waist as he stood up, goosebumps spreading all over your skin when the roughness from his calloused hands brushed up against it.

“You’re not playing fair.” He sighed as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Do I ever?” you asked rhetorically.

Adam took a deep breath, inhaling your scent, taking his time admiring the softness of your skin under his hands.

“Let me make it up to you.” You whispered against his lips.

When he pulled his face back to look at you, his blue eyes were now dark with desire, looking at you like he was ready to pounce and devour you. It was obvious that he was battling the thoughts in his head, but his want and need eventually won out when he closed the gap between you and crashed his lips against yours.

A moan escaped from deep in your throat the harder Adam kissed you. Both of you were all hands and breathy as you worked together trying to remove his shirt and jeans. Adam broke contact so he could remove his cowboy boots, causing you to laugh when they went flying through the room as he kicked them off. Once he was completely naked, you were salivating at every curve of his body, your cheeks burning with want.

Your bodies made their way back to each other immediately, the feeling of his bare skin against yours was almost enough to make you unravel! With your hand on his chest, you gently pushed until his calves hit the frame of the couch. Adam took the hint that you wanted him to sit, and he did so gladly.

His length was hard and glistening while he waited for your next move. You straddled him on the couch, your legs resting on each side of him as your cunt hovered above his tip. Adam gripped your hips with his fingertips as he guided your body down on top of his length. Both of you cursed as your wetness coated him, your walls squeezing him tightly as you moved up and down.

“Christ, Y/N! You feel so good!”

As you rode your cowboy into the promised land, your bodies moved in perfect harmony as you both inched closer to your sweet releases. Your hands were intertwined with Adam’s curls, tugging them, and making him hiss against your chest. He nipped the delicate skin around your collarbone, which only amped you up even more. Your breathing was ragged when the warmth and pressure from your cowboy started to overwhelm you.

“Baby, I’m so close!” he said lost in euphoria. The more your center continued to tug and pull him, Adam’s whimpers and grunts in your ear became more frequent.

Your name fell from his lips, sending you over the edge as your own moans echoed through the living room. Your muscles started contracting against his length, intense pleasure taking over your entire body as you continued riding out your release.

Adam succumbed to you, finally finding his release too. The two of you shared sweet kisses in between trying to catch your breath, feeling completely sated.

“So, do you forgive me?” you teased.

“I don’t know, Y/N. I might need further persuasion.” Adam joked.

You playfully swatted his chest, and his laughter made your heart swell. “I am a little perplexed about something though.” He admitted.

“Really? What about?” you asked apprehensively.

“I can’t decide who looks better in my hat now. You or me…”

Yeehaw 🤠

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Runaway Runaway

Hangman Adam Page X Fem Reader

An: This is a scuedlued post that hopefully posts on Hangmans birthday! By the time this is up I will be at home recovering from Jaw Surgery. Since it is my love's birthday I decided to write a little fic since I'm waiting for them to call me for my surgery lol. I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: After Blood and Guts all Adam wants to do for this birthday is run away, run somewhere far away where it can just be the two of you forever. Happy and content. Safe and sound. Far away from Swerve and The Elite

Hangman Adam Page Mastetlist Main Masterlist

I anticipated this year's Blood and Guts to be gruesome. I expected my cowboy to be a blood mess by the end of it. I expected to clean his wounds and kiss his scars. I knew how unforgiving the cage was. Last year’s match was one for the ages. I knew his history with Swerve, I saw it all first hand. So when my cowboy returned without a scratch I was confused. The blood on his body for once was not his. I examined him backstage and cringed at the staple in his cheek. “Why the face, your gorgeous face” I told him as I examined the metal stuck within his flesh. I had removed dozens of staples from his body over the years but this one felt different. I carefully removed the staple and checked the rest of his body for any other wounds or potential injuries.

That night was silent. Hangman didn’t say a word until we got into bed. I knew he had something on his mind but wanted him to tell me when he was ready. My head rested on his chest as he traced delicate shapes on my exposed skin. “What did you think about tonight?” he asked with no expression in his voice. “Do you want me to be honest with you?” I asked him nervously. “Yes, you are my wife. You have to be honest with me Doll” “I’m not your wife yet” I told him playfully. “I already asked you to marry me and you said yes. To me we are already husband and wife” I couldn't help but blush at his comments. “So tell me, what did you honestly think about blood and guts? I know you have something to say” I was nervous. I found myself disappointed about this year's match, I didn’t think there was enough blood or guts. “Now Adam, I don’t want you to take any of this the wrong way and be offended or anything but I was honestly a bit disappointed” “I had a feeling you would say that” “Now don’t get me wrong, I am happy no one got hurt and beyond gratefully I didn’t have to spend the night stitching you up but it just didn’t feel like blood and guts to me. Maybe it’s because I can’t stand Max Caster but I thought team AEW could have been better. I would have picked other people, removed the acclaimed from the match. They aren't hard core wrestlers. Now I am so happy Darby didn’t do anything stupid. I was most worried about him. I didn’t want to do CPR on him again or remove hundreds of shards of glass from his body. My only real criticism is that I wish I could have seen more of you.” “I didn’t even want to do the stupid match in the first place. I just wanted to beat up Swerve”  “I’m still in shock that Matthew and Nicholas threatened to fire you. They caused you your revenge. You had Swerve where you wanted him and you were forced to give it up” 

“I know I started this whole conversation but I really don’t want to talk about Swerve or The Elite right now” “Your birthday is in a few days. Is there anything special you want to do to celebrate?” “This year for my birthday I want to go away. I want to leave, go somewhere far away where it can be just the two of us. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere with no contact from the outside world. We can have a farm, you can finally get that big garden you always wanted. We won’t have to worry about anything or anyone. What I really want is to start a family with you. I want to be there for you, I want to protect you and our kids. The unfortunate thing is that none of this can happen until I get my hands on Swerve. I refuse to bring children in this world when there are monsters out there in the world like Swerve. I won’t rest until he’s underground and only then can I settle down.” 

I really didn’t know what to say. I know how personal this had become between Swerve and Adam but to go as far as murder? “He has to pay darlin, he has to pay for what he did to you. They might have forgotten but I haven’t. I spend everyday thinking to myself how I could have stopped it. How if I was fast enough he wouldn't have taken you from me. That night I died. Life meant nothing to me if I didn’t have you with me. Now darling, I hope you forgive me for what I do but understand that it has to be done. He has to pay.”

“No matter what happens, I won’t leave your side” 

[coleskingdom]

So You’re a Doctor Now

Adam Page x F Reader

Warnings mentions of depression and self doubt.

@midwestmade29 @madhatterbri

Minors DNI 18+

I laid a wake my brain not being able to shut off staring at the wall. My brain kept replaying every mistake it had ever made, the self doubt had taken hold and the depression was creeping in. I had my phone on silent, so when I heard a key in my front door, I was slightly surprised. I heard his bag drop and his heavy footsteps down the hallway. Adam entered the bedroom as quietly as he could. He slid in to the bed behind me, placed a kiss on my cheek he must’ve felt my tears.

“Darlin are you awake?” his voice a warm caress against my ear. I nodded, not sure what might come out if I answered. He pulled me against him, my back against his strong chest, his arms wrapped around me, my head cradled in his shoulder. There was something in the tenderness in his exhaustion that broke me. I sobbed still not able to tell him what was wrong. “ it’s okay cry it out, I’m not going anywhere “ his hand interlocking with mine. “ I’m a fucking mess, you deserve to sleep I know you’re exhausted and you don’t need me cracking on you .” his arms tightened a little more. “What I want is to be right here, what I deserve is for you to let me. I can’t fix it but I can be right here.” my body began to relax into his. “ Do you want to talk about it?” as he loosened his arms Incase I wanted to roll towards him. The words tumbled out, as I started at the wall, he didn’t say anything but I knew he was listening because I could hear him start to say something. “Did you just call your meds your sad skittles?” his laugh making me laugh. His laugh made me laugh. “ I did” still laughing. The kiss on the neck that was meant to be sweet made me sigh.

“I’m no doctor but besides your sad skittles, I know of away to shut your brain up.”his mouth nibbling my ear, before moving back to my neck. “Really? you’ve been reading medical journals” his mmmhmm in my neck made me laugh. “This a very serious procedure, one that I happen to excel at “ his voice in my ear caused my body to react under his touch. I tried to grind my hips against him. “Be a good girl, and let me see if I can diagnose where the stress is.”his hand dipping under my tank top as his hand played with my breast, his lips never moving far from my favorite spot. “This one seems to be perfect.” As his hand moved to my other,I sighed as this time he pinched and rolled my nipple, when he did it again I moaned out his name . “This one seems perfect as well. Time for me to further explore this situation.” His hand trailed down my body, and slips into the waistband of my sleep shorts. He sighs when he finds there’s no underwear, “Darlin I think I may have found the source of your stress..” his voice full of lust” I believe the prescription is one-two orgasms at night and then to repeat in the morning.” His fingers playing around where I needed him the most. “ Please Adam” as I shifted my legs to give him better access. He teased me by inserting one finger as he ground his palm against my clit, his mouth still kissing and nibbling my neck. I gasped when he added the second finger. I could feel the beginning of my orgasm start to build, his fingers picked up speed as he found that spot deep inside that only he could find he curled his fingers as he felt my legs start to shake and my core clenched around him. “That’s it Darlin be a good girl, and cum for me.” The orgasm so strong that my body pushed his fingers out of me as I came soaking his hand .

His fingers playing with my clit still, “ Darlin, that was so fucking hot” he nipped my ear, “This time I want to see you underneath me as you come apart.” Even though it was only a minute the loss of his touch caused me to whimper. “Fuck, darlin I hope your close because this isn’t gonna last long” as his cock teased my slick folds he entered me his forearm bearing the weight, as his hand slipped between us teasing my clit again, I began to flutter around him “ Adam please” pulling him in deeper “ That’s it darlin milk my cock, it’s all yours, my good girl taking all of me. Your body made just for me, pull me in deeper.” My hips lifted and I hooked my ankles pulling him that final inch in to me. His thrusts started to falter, and the sounds falling from him. I came underneath him with the intensity of the first one, as he fucked me through, I felt him twitch inside of me, his release spurred a third from me. He collapsed on top of me, praising me and peppering kisses on my face and my neck. He rolled off of me,catching his breath before pulling me into him. My brain finally quiet and my body relaxed. I curled into his arms my head on his chest as he whispered soft words fingers in my hair as I fell asleep.

[magicalbuttertarts]

AEW Masterlist

My Secret Treasure (AU)

Adam Page x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: mentions of death. Stabbing. A woman being abused, but nothing graphic or descriptive

Requested by @madhatterbri . Hope you like it.

WC: 944

From my previous account plentyoffandoms.

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

The moment it was nightfall, I rode out. The only thing on my person beside my clothes and rifle is the message I got about the only woman I have ever loved.

I told her not to show who she supported as I was not there to protect her. "I can protect myself, Stephen."

I could murder her now for walking around our small town, which supported the Confederacy, and probably talking to one person besides myself, who she trusted, that she supported the Union.

Her and I have never supported the right to own anyone and believed that people, no matter their skin colour, should be free.

I got into plenty of fights over the years, defending her and I about this. Her more out spoken than I about it.

So when the war broke out, I joined up, of course, fighting for the Union. I know me joining what many people I knew said, to be the wrong side, I told her to keep her head down. She will be the one targeted.

And she did.

That was until recently.

When I got a letter from one of my good friends, Nick, saying that she was found to be working alongside the Union in our shared home.

She was nursing them back to health instead of talking to the local Confederacy soldiers that she had enemies at our home.

My heart sank into my stomach when I saw that she was being taken to Castle Thunder in Richmond, Virginia.

I grabbed what I deemed necessary and rode out on a mission that will most likely fail, as I have to travel through the Confederacy, and I am well known throughout as being a supporter of the Union.

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The small village of Ruther Glen was crawling with Confederate soldiers. Mostly drunk at this time of night, but still, there must be a sober one amongst them, and knowing my luck, that is who I will most likely run into.

I kept to the shadows, heading towards the building where they kept the civilian prisoners, wild thoughts racing around my head.

The local Confederate soldiers who took her prisoner, will know she is my wife, and that I am a Union supporter. I know what they have or will do to her, and that just made me even more anxious to get to her.

As I worked my way through the village, this seemed to be almost too easy until I came upon a young man. I recognised him as the disgraced son of Union General Senerchia.

I hid behind a few barrels that I thought were full, but I was wrong. The one I was leaning against, tipped over, and brought unneeded attention to myself.

Tyler charged at me with his Bowie knife, and I was ready. I could clearly tell that he was untrained in hand-to-hand, as I got away with only a scratch on my cheek.

Tyler was left laying on the ground, blood seeping out onto the dirt around him from his fatal wound from his throat.

I knew it wouldn't take long for him to be missed. My window of opportunity to get to her was closing. I ran towards the building.

I heard the yelling in the distance, silently swearing to myself as I knew they found his body. That put every soldier on high alert.

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I poked my head around the corner of the building, and a bullet went past my head. I hid once more, grabbing my rifle from my back. I took two deep breaths, stepped out, and took my first shot of the night.

Man, after man went down. Either from rifle or by my own hands. Once it dawned onto the men who were killing them, that seemed to make them fight even harder.

They were being killed by the famed Hangman, and they have just been added to his tally.

The few that were left seemed to realise where I was going, and they blocked all entrances to the building.

But I knew she wasn't to be kept in there once they knew I was coming to get her.

I stayed hidden in the shadows once more, watching the building.

I saw that she was being dragged out of the back, her hands and wrists bound with a rope.

In the moonlight, I could see that her face was swollen, bruised, and that she had a black eye.

I just knew the rest of her body looked like her face did, and that made me angry.

All I saw was red as I came charging out of the shadows, taking them all out so fast. They had no idea what hit them.

I told her to run, and she didn't wait. She ran, and I followed behind her, stopping and shooting at whoever came after us.

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Once we got to my horse, she climbed on, and I climbed behind her, the two of us not stopping until we got to Union Territory.

I got off my horse first and helped her down, knowing the journey was tiring for her.

"Stephen." She said as she cupped my face in her hands as she looked up at me, trying to see if I was real or not.

I grasped her hand in mine, turned my head, and kissed her palm.

"I am here, my treasure."

She wrapped her arms around my waist, burying her head into my chest and crying, finally letting out what horrors she had been through.

I held close, whisper to her over and over again, that she is safe and that no more harm will come to her.

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Matt's holding onto him too tight. He knows he is, really he does. But something so deep inside of him won't let his hands let him go. Late at night he curls around himself, arms tight around his middle and Matt pretends that it's Adam's arms. Pretends that he's being squeezed tighter and tighter against his chest and if Matt closes his eyes tight enough, he can almost see the curve of Adam's back against the low light of the moon.

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Warning | Hangman A.P. Part 4

Summary: Hangman plays by his own rules. Matthew reminds Y/N of something she told him a few weeks ago.

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Y/N stood by as she listened to the Elite complain about their loss to Team AEW. Matthew told Darby Allin they quit when Jack Perry was about to be BBQ'd by Darby. Now, they wouldn't stop complaining about it.

"You put on a really good show, though," Y/N encouraged nervously. She gave a weak thumbs up. The four men turned their attention to her.

"I got this, guys. I got this. Let's just regroup. Give me a few minutes," Matthew smiled. He motioned for Y/N to follow him as they walked away from the group.

"I... I just thought it was still a really good show," she offered.

"Do you want us to look weak in front of the locker room? We are trying our hardest to ensure a toxic free work environment. Do you know how hard that is with wrestlers constantly going against your vision?" He asked.

"I would... I would never want you to look weak to anyone. You guys are the Elite. You and Nick are the EVPs," Y/N laughed nervously.

"He almost cost you your job tonight, you know. Hanger was about to back out of a deal. This isn't a laughing matter," Matthew reminded.

"I know. I'm sorry," Y/N apologized.

"Mister Jackson, sir?" A worked asked nervously. He didn't want to interrupt, but there was a pressing matter happening on Rampage.

"What?" Matthew barked.

"Hangman intervened in the rumble match and attacked Jeff Jarrett. Shall we do anything?" The worker inquired.

"No," Matthew answered. "Just get back to work,"

"Yes, sir," the worker spoke. He shot Y/N a sympathetic look and took off. Y/N smiled back. Unfortunately, Matthew saw it.

"Awfully cheery for someone that told me Hangman needed to be on a grippy sock vacation. I wonder what he would say about that,"

Y/N's face paled. "Don't,"

"Oh? Now are we going to take this Hangman thing seriously?"

Y/N paused. "Yes,"

On the next Dynamite, Hangman went against Darby Allin. Y/N was doing everything in her control to please Matthew and Nicholas. They didn't have a reason to be angry this week. The Elite was taking some time off. Hangman didn't disrupt Swerve or Jeff Jarrett. Things were running smoothly. Until the Hangman match.

He took another loss that week. The angry cowboy wasn't taking it well. He went after the referee. Darby was smart enough to roll out of the ring. Hangman rolled out of the ring and started to throw chairs in the ring just before they switched for Rampage.

"What is he doing?" Matthew yelled. "Cut the feed. Cut the damn feed!"

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Hey!

For fic prompt - Strickpage, can't think of a word but I feel like the picture gives enough of an idea 😁

This was fun! For this prompt, Hangman has to be the little dog who thinks he's being smooth, right? Right? ***

Swerve knew Hangman followed him on all his socials: trading romantic barbs online was kind of their thing. Swerve sometimes wished it wasn’t, wished that rather than tagging each other on borderline sexually graphic fan art they could cross that line IRL, but his cowboy was seemingly too shy, too skittish. Would take a staple gun to Swerve’s chest but his ducked his head at the hint of a kiss. So whatever.

But then a user liked an old thirst trap photo of Swerve’s from two years ago. Swerve had lots of fans and haters which meant a lot of notifications. It wasn’t uncommon for folks to troll through his social media to either drool over him or try and dig up shit. But for some reason this ‘like’ caught Swerve’s eye. It had all the hallmarks of someone slipping up and clicking ‘like’ when they meant to be lurking: they had only liked this single pic, late at night.

And then there was the user name. ‘V-Lover.’ Yeah, sure that ‘V’ could stand for a lot of things. One of them might be ‘Virginia.’

After that V-Lover got bolder, liking just about everything Swerve posted. And fast. He even left a few comments. On a pic with Swerve covered in blood, he’d commented ‘You never looked better.’ And then on his rope bondage pic ‘I was wrong, you look better here.’

And then, on a pretty normal shirtless pic, any plausible deniability dropped: ‘God you’re so hot.’  

“I looked into his user profile like you asked, Boss,” Nana reported. “No name on file, but there is an email. It’s a school email from a teacher’s university. The same one that...”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Swerve said, happy to have his suspicions confirmed but not wanting all the mystique gone by having Nana say it aloud.

So Hangman was not only following him outright on social media, he had a little sock puppet liking all his spiciest pics.

Should he call Hanger out? Or ignore him and let him have his fun?

Swerve opted for a middle ground. He did his makeup and lay in bed and took selfie after selfie. In the end he chose one that looked sexily but also somewhat natural like Swerve had just woken up from a nap next to a lover.

He posted it with a caption: This ones for you, V-Lover.

He waited, curious to see if this would scare Hangman off.

V-Lover liked the post a minute later.