#adam page fanfiction

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

I’ll play with you sir 🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️🧎🏼‍♀️

[coleskingdom]

Everyday

Adam Page x Fem Reader

NSFW 18+

Shes waiting up for me and is up and at the door as soon as my key hit the lock. “How bad is it?” her hand gripping my chin as she looks over me, my eyes not meeting her gaze. I feel her eyes on me , her thumb brushing my split lip, “Does it hurt?” She asks softly, as she takes me into the bedroom, and I see the ice packs, heating pads, lidocaine, and an assortment of other things she’s worried that I need. “Darlin, physically I’m fine. A little sore my backs got cuts , but I’m okay.. put the triage kit away“ I say kissing her forehead. She sighs, knowing I’m not telling her the whole truth, because if I do , she won’t let me have what I truly need, which is to be surrounded in her warmth, her light, her belief in me.

“Adam, I’ll put it all way but that lip needs ice.” as she hands me the ice pack, putting away the other items. “Do you wish it was the way it was before?” I ask her not sure that I want to hear the answer. “Everyday you wake up and make a decision on who you need to be. I wake up everyday and make a decision to take care of and choose you no matter who you choose to be. So no I don’t wish it was like before, but I wish you could find peace. To quiet your mind..to” I cut her words off with a kiss, it’s desperation, it’s my attempt to quiet my mind.

Her hands go to the hem of my shirt, her hands running up underneath toying with my chest hair. My hands go into the back of her hair needing to control the kiss, to soften and deepen. I feel her hands relax and her body soften against mine. I move from her lips to her jaw to her ear “You’re all I need.” Scooping her up and putting her on the bed her soft laugh of surprise, that I picked her up. “ I see you changed the bedding, you must’ve expected me to be a bloody mess.” as I slip her shorts off. “I , um, it’s cold I just put on the “ I drop to my knees her words failing her, as she she follows my hands as I take off my shirt , her satisfied smile an appreciation of my body but the lack of damage that it showed outwardly. “Adam, I need you, here with me.” her voice soft. “Darlin, let me take care of you.” she shakes her head and reaches for me. “ sweetheart, you’re sure” standing slipping off my jeans and boxers as she raises up to slip her shirt over her head. I groan at my darling girl naked before me, her hands teasing herself as if she’s showing me what she needs.

Im over her now my lips running over her curves as my hands find her perfect breasts before swirling my tongue over each. I take mouth again before dragging my teeth over her bottom lip. “I’ve been dreaming about being back inside you since I left you.” my eyes meeting hers. She brings her knees up to my hips cradle me between her thighs and then tilts her pelvis. “Same Cowboy Same” she smiles. I run my thumb along her bottom lip as my cock lies heavy between our legs, the tip teasing her hot wet center. "I fucking need you, sweetheart ," | growl and lace my fingers with hers, holding them against the bed on either side of her face.

Keeping her hands trapped beside her head, I tease her clit with my dick and drop my mouth down to one pale-pink nipple. Sucking the tight little bud between my lips, I groan as it grows even tighter.

Her breath hitches in her throat, and I slide through her pussy, teasing her clit. "You with me?”She whimpers, and I push in. Just the tip, barely moving. I pull back out. Teasing her. Building her up slowly. “Adam”she cries out as her tight pussy clenches around my cock in a fucking vice-like grip.

"Oh God, A..."I bring my face close to her and graze my teeth over her thrumming pulse. "I'm taking my time, darlin. I need to fucking worship you."The sound of my name on her pretty, swollen lips is like a drug.She's my drug, my home , everything I don’t deserve.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Adam." She wraps her leg around my waist and drags her wet pussy over me. "So, so good." Her nails dig into my shoulders as her hips slowly circle my cock.

"That's my good girl. Take what

you want."She buries her face in my shoulder and bites down on my neck.A loud moan echoes in the quiet room. My girl likes pleasure mixed with a little pain. “I need you Adam. I want to feel you for days. Every step I take, I want to feel you." She circles her hips and clings to me. I shift my hips and pick up speed, bottoming out in her.

My abs contracting with each

thrust.Her hips move in sync with mine. I drop my hand between us and press my thumb against her clit, wanting her to come for me. Needing it. Feral for her. My darling girl.

"I'm so close, Adam." She moves faster and gasps as she locks her legs behind my back and shakes.

"Oh God. Oh God. Yes."

"That's it, sweetheart . Come on my

cock. Fucking give it to me." she screams and shatters around me. I feel my own orgasm radiating a heat from the base of my spine as I come hard, her name a whimper on my lips as I gasp for breath. She adjusts herself. Her nipples rubbing against my hard chest. Her nails trailing over my shoulders. Aftershocks spark through us as she lies on the bed, her words soft soothing as the violence of my own orgasm ebbs.

I climb out of bed and walk into the bathroom to get her a warm washcloth. When I walk back in, she tilts her head to me. I run my hand over her thigh and open her legs. "I know, sweetheart . Just let me take care of you." I gently run the washcloth along her sex before I toss it to the floor, then climb on the bed next to her, dragging the blanket up over us.She rolls over and drapes herself over my chest. "Promise me, that when you’re choosing who to be each morning , that you choose to be mine.” her eyes a storm of emotion, “Darlin, there’s no choice your mine for as long as you’ll have me.” content now I stroke her arm until her breathing lets me know she’s asleep. I wonder if she’ll ever know that she’s my heart and soul, the reason I breathe.

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

●Hangman Adam Page x Reader●

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*Y/N's POV*

Holding the camera up for Adam, he knocks on the door of Swerve's old childhood house. The video is being played in the arena where Swerve and Prince Nana are sitting waiting to sign the contract for their match. Adam opens the door as I move it up to his face and he smiles.

"Whose house?"

He starts laughing which causes me to smile while following him into the house. He starts talking to the camera as we walk around the house. He starts throwing gas around the floors as I continue to follow him. We start to walk back outside and over to where Adam has a chair set up. He sits down in the chair while I put the camera on the stand than looking up at him. He nods than looks back at the camera.

"Swerve.. I may not have been the one to take the world title from you but I was happy to help it slip through your fingers. But that's not the only thing that has slipped through your fingers...."

I slowly walk up next to Adam and sit on the end table next to him, looking at the camera.

"Swerve.... you really thought I would marry you...? No no honey. It was all a charade. I'm loyal to one man and one man only. We have been plotting your demise for a very long time. This Saturday, inside that cage, Adam will end you for good. Whose house?"

Adam lights a match, throws it into the gasoline trail as I slide off my engagement ring, turn a little and toss it into the house. The flames engulf the house as me and Adam sit there with our glasses of whiskey, laughing at the destruction we have caused.

[adampage]

Rapport Growth & Decay

Ch 2A: Companions (Link to ao3) | Ch. 1: (Tiger)

Pairing: Hangman/Renee (leave me alone im so serious)

Ch. Word Count: 1,967

Total Running Word Count: 5,213

[madhatterbri]

Break Up In A Small Town | Hangman A.P.

Summary: Hangman deals with a break up in a small town.

Author's Note: I miss his ass, bro. 😂 @theworldofotps inadvertently did this to you all by reminding me of Sam Hunt.

Taglist: @plentyoffandoms

Pure fiction

Y/N stared back at Adam in disbelief. The words that hung in the air between them. He didn't try to take them back. Just took a sip from his drink and continued to watch the game. Was she that unimportant to him? She couldn't ever forgive him for this. No man was worth feeling like you didn't matter. Not now, not ever. She gathered her keys from the kitchen counter and walked out the door one last time.

The Hangman knew he would eventually see Y/N around. They ran with the same group of people. Friends would throw parties and have them come at separate times to avoid any drama. His light blue eyes would still see her, though. She'd walk through the lawn, laughing with friends.

Even on the road, he would inadvertently see her. Her head bopping up and down to whatever pop music she was listening to. On some occasions, she would talk on the phone to her parents or friends. The phone calls to each other while driving used to be their thing.

Her heads turned towards him. Adam could feel her watching him while he looked forward. After recovering from the shock of seeing him, she would roll up her window. The tints now hid her appearance from him.

While doing the same mundane things, he remembered all the things they used to do together. Pumping gas at one of the few gas stations, shop at the same stores, everything. Now, they were just a solo act. Or so he thought.

He was scrolling through pictures on social media and saw them together. Their bodies pressed together. His hand rested a little lower than Adam would like. Her arms wrapped around Adam's friend's neck.

Adam wasn't stupid. He knew that she would move on, but he just didn't think it would be one of his friends. Granted, this was a pretty small town, and he had quite a few people to call friends. He asked his buddies about the new romance. They would just give him the run around. He wasn't sure if they were trying to protect him or them.

His eyes didn't deceive him, though. They were constantly wherever he seemed to be. The new couple still enjoyed holding hands or displaying PDA. It made him sick. That was supposed to be them.

Adam pulled in his driveway and banged his hands in frustration on the wheel. He cursed and turned his head to the side. Her tire marks still lingered in his yard from all the times she would visit him. Now she was leaving the same marks in his friend's yard.

He got out of the car and walked towards his door. As if on schedule, her car slowly passed his house. She was always so careful when driving down neighborhoods to not hit anyone. His heart skipped a beat at the thought that she would visit him. Yet her car kept going towards his friend's house that lived down the road.

Another day, Adam picked up some mail from the post office. He sat in his truck and saw them together. Y/N and his friend were having a little lunch date together. He couldn't turn his head away.

Adam wanted to fight. He wasn't sure if it was to physically fight his friend or fight for the woman that he let walk out of his life without a care. He was so stupid back then. This was all his fault.

The Hangman started his truck and took off. No good would come around if he waited any longer. He lived in a small town his whole life. He should have known this would happen. Either move or move on when you break up in a small town.

[delilahcalicocat]

~Can't Sleep~

{Rating: Fluff to the point you will smile and won't stop smiling for the next year}

{Warnings: Insomnia, Kissing, Snuggling, Swearing.}

{Pairing: Hangman Page x Millie Jackson}

「Summary: Millie gets a job for AEW, and as a promo for Dynasty. She must kiss Swerve Strickland. Only for it to get to her own boyfriend who thought the whole thing was real」

(WC: around 900)

[Millie's POV:]

My stomach churned as Tony explained his plan for dynasty... 'Kiss Swerve'? Fucking disgusting, I only ever shared kisses with Adam. My boyfriend, I tried to explained to Tony but he was forcing me out of his office.

I headed towards the ring, my stomach about to retch everything up. I kissed swerve and then ran off like I was supposed too.

Only to run into Adam.

"What the Fuck? You fucking cheater!" He said

"Adam.. it's not like that at all, Tony planned that shit... I didn't even want to do that fucking bullshit, I wanted to vomit halfway down to the ring!!" I pleaded truthfully

"Really? You expect me to believe that?" He sighed

He explained we can talk when I have proof, I ran off in tears that night.. Adam was my boyfriend, and Tony had to fuck it all up...

That night in my hotel room, I tossed and turned. My insomnia from when I was 15 returned. Haven't seen it in 10 years and 9 months.

I decided to bite the bullet and FaceTime Adam..

{FaceTime}

"What. It's like 1:00am?" He asked

"Ok listen, Swerve was joking around backstage a couple weeks ago. He said to Tony he'd kiss me to cause further Rivalry between you and him, We didn't even kiss either. He just covered our faces with his hands because we both have partners. Please believe me Adam! I can't sleep without you here! I feel like I'm gonna bawl!" I pleaded

"Wow Really? Well shit, I'll be over at your hotel room in like 20 minutes" He said

{20 minutes later}

Adam kissed my head and snuggled against me closely, I passed out and was asleep almost instantly when he'd sat down on my bed.. I'm so glad he atleast was able to realize he was wrong about this whole thing and he actually gave me a heartfelt apology

<3

[let-me-love-you-loki]

Take Me to the Barn

“Em?” Adam’s voice filtered through the house. It made my heart skip a beat after so many days of quiet.

            “In here,” I called back softly from my place on the sofa. It had been so long since I’d seen him, and I must have fallen asleep waiting to hear the truck in the drive.

            Adam appeared around the corner; his curling sandy hair tied back at the nape of his neck, and blue eyes tired as he sat a backpack against the wall. A small smile curled his lips as he stood there looking across the living room at me. I watched his wide chest rise and fall as he took a deep breath.

            “It’s bad, isn’t it?” I said quietly. My eyes flicked past his broad shoulder, searching for the other person hiding behind him. “Come here, honey.”

            Dark haired and blue eyed, Mattie Jackson slipped out from behind my husband. She was pale and thin, dark circles beneath her eyes and hollows in her cheeks. Her clothes seemed to hang off her—sweatpants that were tied tight around her waist, a hoodie that swallowed her whole. My heart sank into my stomach at the sight of her.

            I held out my hand. My goddaughter curled into a ball beside me, hiding in the space against my ribs. It wasn’t until I put my arms around her that I realized how frail she’d become. I could feel the sharpness of her bones beneath her skin. I glanced up at Adam, trying to read the severity of it all in his face. What I saw made my blood run cold.

            Adam crossed the room in a few strides. He leaned over and pressed a kiss against my forehead. He lingered as if he wanted to memorize me. I watched my husband fold himself into a sitting position in the floor by Mattie’s side. The lines around his eyes, the way his mouth tightened as he looked at her, it made fear run down my spine as my imagination went mad thinking about what had happened to her in California.

            No sooner had Adam sat at her feet than Mattie crawled into my lap, tucking her head against my shoulder. I felt her take one deep breath and then tears started to flow. Her sobs were silent, but heavy and heartbreaking. I wrapped my arms tightly around her, cradling her head and slipping my fingers soothingly through her hair.

            “It’s okay, honey,” I murmured against her sobs. “It’s okay.”

            She sucked in a deep, shuddering breath. Her sobs seemed to tear through her. “It’s not. It’s my fault. I can’t, Em,” she whimpered. “It’s too hard.”

            “Shh,” I cooed as I rocked her back and forth. She curled closer, her tears dampening my shirt. “It’s okay, Tea. You’re not doing this by yourself.”

            I looked up at the soft whisper of Adam’s voice. “You can stay here as long as you want. I promised your Momma that I’d make sure that you were okay and taken care of. I’m sure Em would be happy to have someone else around the house when I’m gone.” He reached up and settled his hand on Mattie’s knee. “I need some help with the horses, too.”

            Adam smiled softly at me. There was a deep sadness behind it.

            It wasn’t until later that night that I learned the whole truth of what had happened in California at the Jackson compound.

***

            “He won’t come here,” Mattie snapped, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared across the corral at the large black horse.

            Bear had been on the farm for about a month after Adam had found him abandoned in a field. He had been so thin that we weren’t sure that he would survive. He was skittish around people, and it wasn’t hard to see that he’d been abused by whoever had owned him before. Scars were visible beneath his coat, causing thinner spots in his thick coat. It had been weeks before he would trust either of us to come close. But with patience and care, he’d finally learned to trust us enough to eat and gain weight. He would still hide at the back of his stall when we brought through hay and water, but at least he’d started eating.  

            Adam shook his head and stepped up beside Mattie. He’d taken her out to get fitted for a pair of cowboy boots and made sure she had clothes that were okay for the barn and corral. Her dark hair was pulled up in a ponytail that was pulled through the back of her baseball cap.

            “You have to be patient,” Adam said gently. I sat on the fence with a book, one that I’d been meaning to read for ages now. “He’s not had an easy time, Tea.”

            Mattie huffed and took a few steps toward Bear. Her shoulders were squared, back straight, her entire body radiating fear and frustration. It took half a second for the horse to recognize it and skitter backward. He stamped the ground with his front hooves, kicking up clods of dirt.

            “This is stupid,” Mattie said as she stamped her feet in perfect imitation of the horse. She pouted. “Why are you making me do this? He doesn’t like me, and I don’t want to be here.”

            I looked up in time to see a flicker of hurt run across Adam’s face. He ran his hand roughly over his beard and then back over his curling hair. He tucked his hands into his pockets and rocked onto his heels.

            “You wanna go home then?” he asked with a firm, quiet voice. I knew from his tone that he didn’t want her to go. And I knew deep in my heart that she needed to stay with us, to heal whatever happened to her.

            She stared at him with wide, almost terrified blue eyes. “Are you kicking me out?”

            Adam took two quick strides toward her and pulled her against his chest. Mattie wrapped her arms around his waist as he held her tightly. His chin rested atop her head; his eyes squeezed shut with pain for our goddaughter. Half a second later, her shoulders fell, and her deep, heavy sobs echoed through the yard. I made a move toward them, but Adam shook his head.

            “No,” my husband assured her. “We aren’t kicking you out. You know better than that. But you can’t just mope around here and think it’s gonna get better. We gotta work at it, Tea. We gotta work and be patient. Just like we do with Bear.”

            Mattie hid her face against Adam’s shirt. Even from where I was, I could see her take deep breaths of the fabric. I smiled. There was definitely something soothing about Adam’s scent.

            “There’s something wrong with me,” she groaned, her voice still thick with tears. “It’s all my fault.”

            “You stop that right now, Mattea,” he snapped. It wasn’t angry. Firm, edged with a little disappointment. He knew she didn’t mean it, even if that was how she’d been feeling for weeks on end. Adam hadn’t told me everything that had happened, but I knew enough that it scared Jon Moxley so shitless that he’d driven from Vegas to Rancho Cucamonga in two hours. God knew, it had to be bad. “There’s nothing wrong with you at all. And if Nick put that in your head…”

            Mattie’s shoulders shook with sobs. “No. No…”

            My heart clenched in my chest as I watched him cradle her as if he could protect her from the world. I’d known from the moment I’d fallen in love with Adam Page that he had the biggest heart in the world. That he’d be an amazing father. I suddenly saw it with my own two eyes.

            “What those girls said to you, Tea, and what they did. None of that was your fault. You didn’t do anything wrong. Your Momma shouldn’t have shut down on you like that. And your dad sure as hell shouldn’t have walked out on you.” Adam clutched her closer, his grip on her fierce. “Sometimes people are mean and selfish. Sometimes people hurt those around them to make themselves feel better.”

            Her voice came out faint and small. “Is that what happened to Bear?” I watched her lift her head just a little and saw her bright blue eyes watching the horse over Adam’s broad bicep.

            My husband visibly relaxed a bit. His hold loosened as he pressed a kiss to the top of Mattie’s head. “Something like that. The people who had him before us didn’t take care of him. They treated him badly. And now he’s afraid of people most of the time. He’s afraid of the other horses. Of Skipper, too.”

            Skipper was the border collie that Adam had found wandering the road almost a year ago. His fur was matted, he was practically skin and bones, and he looked like he’d been without a home for a while. The sight had broken Adam’s heart. I went to work one morning and then came home to find my husband on the kitchen floor with the dog across his lap and a bowl of Fresh Pet wet food beside him. He was feeding him slowly, one morsel at a time. Earning his trust.

            Now Skipper went wherever Adam did. The dog was right on his heels from the house to the barn, the fields to the river. He napped in the sunlight on the porch while Adam and I rocked in our Cracker Barrel red cherry chairs. He slept on the end of the bed when Adam was home and on his pillow when he wasn’t.

            I watched my husband crouch down and let out a quick whistle. The collie came loping out of the barn, sending Bear skittering back toward the fence again. Mattie scratched him behind the ears when he came close, an almost smile appearing on her face. She settled her forehead against his and kissed his snout. My heart squeezed hard at how she seemed to release something.

            It was one of the things I loved most about Adam Page. He had a gift for fixing broken things.

            Adam tapped her on the shoulder and pointed toward Bear, murmuring something to our goddaughter. Mattie stood up, straightened her shoulders, and took a few cautious steps toward the horse, who took a nervous half-step in return.

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[coleskingdom]

One of my favorite fics 🥵💥💥💥

Things We Never Say

A year after a fight that drove them apart, Adam is forced to confront his feelings for her when The Elite uses her as a distraction.

Pairing: Adam Page x OFC

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut (minors dni), Angst, Intergender Violence, Oral (f receiving), Fingering, Overstimulation

One more week. Just one week until everything Adam had ever worked for finally paid off. He was so close to the title that he could taste it, and this win over Matt Jackson was going to make the win that much sweeter. Matt had been pressing on more and more personal buttons for longer than he could track now and it was time to shut him up. And he almost had him now.

His emotions were running high but his determination was higher. The betrayal by Matt almost hurt more than Kenny’s and every drop kick, every boot, brought him closer to his closure. A neck breaker bought him the time and space he needed to get the the apron. The second Matt had shakily risen to his feet, Adam slingshot over the rope and caught him with the Buckshot Lariat, turning him inside out. Towering above Matt’s heaving frame, he savored the thunderous roar of the crowd with a fist in the air. But he wasn’t finished.

Hangman egged Matt on, daring him to get to his feet again - the Deadeye the perfect exclamation point for this win. He wanted Matt embarrassed and slinking to the back after everything they had been through. And he wanted to send a message to Kenny backstage: his championship reign was on borrowed time and Adam was ready to collect.

But as Matt began to stir, the enormous screen at the top of the stage fizzled away from the footage of their match, fading to black and pulling Adam’s attention away. It only took a beat for the screen to spring to life, a hallway backstage coming into view. He squinted at the screen as the picture came into focus, Kenny, Nick, and Adam Cole crowded around a figure on the ground, their voices a mess of taunts that he could hardly make out.

Adam’s thumb idly hooked into the waist of his trunks as he watched, Matt still squirming on the mat below him. But his blood ran cold when the boys stepped back enough to reveal who was laid out at their feet, stumbling back a step. Her long, dark hair was obscuring most of her face but he’d recognize her anywhere. Her soft features and tight jeans were unmistakeable. It had been almost a year to the day since he’d seen her; he had no idea she was in town, never mind backstage. His breath caught in his throat, a whirlwind of memories flooding his brain.

Adam flinched when Kenny delivered a sharp kick to her gut and she cried out in pain. His fists balled tight at his sides, watching helplessly as she attempted to shield herself to no avail. All three of the boys jeered as Nick ground the bottom of his foot into her face, leaving a shoe print across her cheek. Adam couldn’t stop himself from storming around the ring, his brain foggy with rage. Finally the camera panned back up, centering on Kenny’s smug expression.

“Poor, hopeless Hangman. Can’t get the big wins, can’t take home the title, can’t get the girl! Can’t even protect the people he cares about!” Kenny taunted, his brows drawn and his lips curled into a vindictive smirk. “Take a look at where years of failures have got you.”

The camera panned back down as Kenny squatted down over her, face down on the floor now and writhing as she gripped her stomach. Adam was paralyzed, all thoughts of his match and Matt a million miles from his brain. His breathing grated to a ragged pace, tongue sliding over his lips, when Kenny yanked hard at a handful of her hair, forcing her to look into the camera. He reached around with a spare hand and gripped her face, cheeks squeezed tight between his thick fingers.

“How’s it feel, knowing it’s your fault that she’s going to end up back on the shelf for good before she even got a chance to make that triumphant return?” He forcefully wagged her face as her eyes connected with the camera, her pain penetrating straight through to Hangman’s bones. Kenny aggressively shoved her back to the ground as the screen went dark again and Adam’s eyes strayed, catching movement from the corner of the ring at the last moment. It bought him just enough time to sidestep Matt’s superkick.

The situation rattled through every inch of him, a wave of guilt washed through with bubbling, red hot anger, and he snatched Matt by the throat. Adam easily hoisted him into the air, Matt’s eyes blowing wide in the brief moment before he was rammed against the ring post and sent tumbling out of the ring.

Adam didn’t stop to look at him or drag him back to officially end the match. He stormed his way back up the ramp, straight through the tunnel. The anger pulsing in his ears all but blocked out the sound of Tony Khan calling out to him in an attempt to calm him. But there was no breaking through his fog. His mouth was pushed into an unforgiving snarl as he whirled around the corner and Kenny’s arrogant face came into view at the end of a long hallway.

The boys were still hovering above her crumpled frame. Adam’s breath caught in his throat when he caught sight of her, legs curled defensively into herself. Kenny nudged her again with his foot, not having spotted Adam yet.

“You know, you really should have stuck with us, sweetheart.” Kenny taunted her and Adam moved toward them on autopilot, hardly aware of his movements anymore. “Was Hangman worth it? You could’ve had everything. You could’ve been woman’s champion, side by side with me as we dominated this company. But now look at you.” She fought against the sharp pain in her gut, pushing herself to sit up, her disgust written so plainly across her face that Adam could see it down the hall. “Your career is over and for what? Because of him? He turned his back on you all those months ago and now, when you need him, he’s nowhere to be seen.”

Kenny motioned for the boys to move her into place, holding her down on the ground as they trapped her arm in a steel chair. His heart slammed against his rib cage, watching as Kenny positioned himself over the chair. He raised his foot into the air when the sound of Adam’s heavy footsteps drawing closer had Kenny’s head snapping in his direction and a broad smile wrapped across his face.

“I spoke too soon. Apparently, he’s stupider than I thought.” Kenny turned to watch Hangman’s path toward them, her arm momentarily forgotten.

That’s when she finally caught sight of him, their eyes connecting across the hall and almost stopping him in his tracks. The emotion that stormed across her face was palpable, that same heart wrenching, devastated look from a year ago - fresh as if it had been yesterday. He swallowed hard, not aware of the way his steps began to drag. He also didn’t realize that Nick had closed the distance between them, the feeling of his fist colliding with his mouth being his first clue.

Adam stumbled back a step before blinking back to reality, attention forcefully torn from her face. And it only took a moment for two years of frustration to bubble to the surface. The disappointment, the pain, the betrayal. The regret - so much regret. He bitterly wiped a knuckle across his lip, smearing blood across his hand. His eyes flicked up, connecting with Nick’s for a loaded second, danger flashing brightly enough for Nick to step a half step back. But it wasn’t enough, Adam lurched forward and grabbed his shirt with one hand, fist cracking against his cheek with the other.

Nick went to crumble but Adam didn’t allow it, holding him up as he fired off another three punches before letting him collapse. Adrenaline pumping heavy under his skin, he didn’t stop in his path, charging forward and knocking Cole onto his ass. His boot made a satisfying thud when he jammed it into his stomach, the noise driving him to kick over and over. Twice to his stomach, once against his back when he tried to squirm away, then followed up by a stomp on his arm, a sickening crack reverberating up Adam’s leg. His discipline had slipped away completely and there was nothing stopping him now as he turned his attention to Kenny, nerves in his eyes as he attempted to back away from the situation.

Adam’s pace was eerily slow now as he stalked toward Kenny until he attempted to break away. One hand around his throat, Adam slammed him against the brick wall, a hoarse croak passing his lips as he struggled to breathe.

“You’re one stupid mother fucker.” Adam’s voice was a ragged growl and Kenny stammered emptily for a response. “You think you can put your greasy hands on her and get away with it?” Kenny attempted to get his hands up in between them but Adam’s fist drove hard into his gut and all he could manage was an attempt to double over, the breath pushed out of his lungs. But Adam didn’t grant him a reprieve, punishing him again and again until his knuckles were busted open and staining Kenny’s tee. “You don’t get to fucking touch her. Do you hear me?”

A delicate hand, crooked around his elbow, stopped his onslaught, and he let Kenny drop, whirling on his heel. He hadn’t heard her get to her feet or the way she had silently padded over to him. But her, suddenly inches from him, after all these months, had his heart seizing in his chest. His hand shook when he reached between them to brush her hair behind her ear before cradling her face. She allowed herself the briefest moment to lean into it before snapping out of the daze he always left her in, and shaking her head with a step back. She had only wanted to stop him from going too far; she had no intention of sticking around to be drawn back into his gravity field. She spent years there, she couldn’t go back.

“Darlin’…” His honeyed voice wasn’t much more than a breath passed between them. He’d missed her so much more than he knew how to express. He’d picked up the phone every night since she left, daring himself to call her - to apologize for that night - but the few times he’d been drunk enough to manage it, she didn’t answer. When she took another step away, shaking her head all the while, as if to remind herself of her decision, he took a step toward her. “Darlin’…” He repeated. “Please. Just talk to me…I’m sorry.” His apology was months late, though, and they both knew it.

“It’s late, Adam. I need to go.” Her voice was hoarse and thick with emotion.

“At least let me get you over to see Doc Sampson. You really need to get your ribs looked at.” A glance down at where her shirt had ridden up was all it took to see the bruise that was already beginning to form on her skin. She hastily pushed it back down, shaking her head.

“I’m fine. I just want to get back to my hotel and forget about this entire night.” This entire year was more like it but there was no point. Her memories of the past year were seared into her brain. “Coming back was a mistake.” Offers from other companies were ever-present and ever-tempting. She’d been stupid to pretend there was anything left here for her; her friends were long gone and it was time to accept it.

But he’d watched her turn and leave before - watched her walk away for months. And the sickly feeling in his stomach told him that if he let her walk away this time, it would be the last. He couldn’t let this be the last time he saw her. And so his hand shot out before he could even pause to consider the action, wrapping around her elbow and sending a jolt so powerful through her skin that it stopped her in her tracks.

“Let me drive you back.” He held her gaze and she went to voice her protests but he stopped her. “It wasn’t a request, doll.” Her lips pressed together tight, eyes narrowed. She glanced from his face, brow heavy and eyes trying to communicate everything he didn’t know how to voice, to his large hand wrapped around her arm. A slow nod was all she could manage and he let out a sigh of relief.

It wasn’t over yet. The hotel was ten minutes away. He had ten minutes to convince her not to leave again - to finally put words to the way he’d felt since they met back in ROH all those years back. Everything he’d been too scared to admit, even to himself, until it was too late.

She waited for him to change out of his ring gear before they headed out. They moved in silence to his rental car, his hand hovering by her lower back, desperate to feel that spark again but worried about pushing his luck too far. He opened her door for her and she hesitated before finally sliding into the passenger seat. As he came around to the drivers side, the tightness in her chest made her wonder why she was doing this. She had promised herself she wasn’t going to fall into this trap but in the end, it hadn’t taken more than his hand on her to sway her into hearing him out.

Sitting down, his eyes were drawn to her, unable to help but notice the way her seatbelt was still unbuckled and her fingers were curled around the door handle, ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. He clicked his belt into place, hoping it would encourage her to follow suit but she didn’t budge, eyes trained on the dashboard. The air in the car was suffocatingly quiet, a million unsaid words clouding the space between them. He wanted to start the car but couldn’t force his hands to move into position; couldn’t take his eyes off her. His tongue slid across his lips anxiously, hoping some words, any words, would come to him.

“I’ve missed you.” His gruff voice shattered the silence and her head snapped to him, expression softer than she would have liked. But her words were caught in her throat. She’d missed him too, whether or not she wanted to admit it. No matter how many times she told herself she needed to keep her distance, she would only be lying to herself if she said he wasn’t half the reason she was back here. “Things aren’t the same without you around.”

“Well you told me to stay away, Adam.” Her voice was quiet, not quite cold, but he flinched regardless. He’d been drunk when he said that - drunk and feeling abysmally sorry for himself - but that was no excuse. She was the only one that stayed by his side when the Elite fractured; the only one that tried to save him from himself. But he couldn’t stop from pushing her away too. Kenny had beaten him in his number one contenders match and Hangman spiraled hard. He hadn’t deserved her loyalty and it had suffocated him until he couldn’t breathe, until he snapped under the pressure to be worthy of it. “I was just doing what you told me.”

“I’m sorry, darlin’.” His sincerity was undeniable and she swallowed hard, studying the subtle curves of his face as if she would ever be able to forget them. Even in the darkness of the evening, moonlight showcasing his silhouette, he looked better than he had the last time they spoke. The bags under his eyes were noticeably relieved, that sunken look all but washed away. Maybe her time away had been good. Maybe he’d been better off without her. She forced her eyes back to the dashboard, chest clenched. “I regret saying that the moment you left. I tried to go after you but you were already gone.”

“Well I didn’t see the point in sticking around when I was clearly not wanted.” Her voice was notably more bitter that time. She’d thought about the things she would say to him a hundred times since she went back home. Some days it was all she thought about. Sometimes it played out that she yelled until her throat ached - telling him that he was an idiot for sending away the only person left that cared. Sometimes she broke down and admit how much he’d hurt her, how she was in love with him and had been for as long as she could remember; how she thought he might have felt the same way only to have him throw it all back in her face. Every day ended the same though - with her ignoring his missed calls and pretending her life felt right without him.

“I was an idiot.” He admit. “I couldn’t see past the end of my glass and I said so many things I didn’t mean. I care so much about you, darlin’, you have to know that.” He couldn’t physically stop himself from reaching across and brushing his knuckles down the length of her arm, sending fizzles of electricity through her skin. She jerked away from him, clutching the door handle tight in her hand. She couldn’t let him use their connection to make her forgive and forget. “I am so sorry if I made you doubt that.”

“If?” Her voice cracked on the word, head swiveling back to him, and he swallowed hard. “Adam, you couldn’t have been more clear. You told me that we were only even friends because of Kenny. You told me outright that I was stupid for following you around after they left you. You said I should have accepted when Kenny asked me out - when you knew - you knew -“ she couldn’t continue the sentence, anger and hurt wringing her dry. “You told me I needed to get a life and stay out of yours. There was no ‘if’ about it. You told me yourself that you didn’t care about me. No room for doubt.”

Adam ruffled a hand through his hair, head falling back against the headrest. His words had been on repeat in his head since they left his mouth but it was infinitely harder hearing them come from hers.

“I don’t…I…” He stammered, tongue sliding across his lip. “I don’t know what to say. I’m just so fucking sorry.”

She shook her head, leaning way back in her seat, and crossing her arms over her chest. It didn’t matter anymore. The damage was done.

“Can we just go? I’m tired and I have an early flight tomorrow.” She muttered dismissively. Adam didn’t miss that she hadn’t accepted his apology. She wouldn’t even look at him. He was going to need to do a lot better than that and was starting to understand that a ten minute drive might not be enough to undo the damage he had done.

He started the car with a sigh, taking one last lingering look at her before pulling out of the parking lot and attempting to focus on the road. The tension crept back in quickly and she let her gaze wander over to his hands gripped tight around the wheel, veins raised and straining against his skin.

Minutes passed in a stifling quiet before he couldn’t hold back any more. He didn’t have the time to wait for a better opportunity. If he didn’t push his luck, he was going to miss his chance.

“It wasn’t about you…not really.” His voice drew her attention up from where she was fiddling with her hands. When she didn’t respond, he pressed on. “I was so twisted up, darlin’. I felt…toxic. I didn’t want my failures to poison you too. So I said anything I could to drive you away.” Her breathing faltered, coming out shaky, and she reached a hand up to her lips, fingers feathering across them. He spared a glance at her to gauge her reaction. But her head was spinning.

“You were never toxic…” Was all she could manage, barely even audible beyond her fingers. Hangman almost mustered a half smile at that but ended up closer to a grimace.

“Not sure there’s anything in the world that could have convinced me of that.” He riffled a hand through his hair, trying to push past the walls that kept trying to form around his vulnerability. “I knew you deserved better than the worthless pile of self destruction that I’d become. I was only going to drag you down.”

“Adam…” She breathed out.

“I’m not tryin’ to make excuses, I just wanted to explain myself…explain that it was always because I wasn’t good enough. Not because you…” He cut himself off and she blinked, waiting for the rest of the sentence that never came. His hands flexed around the wheel as they came to a stoplight, the colors shining across her face. He’d never gotten used to how striking she was; his breath had stopped short in his chest when he first saw her and that never really stopped. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

And she believed him. Even at her lowest moments, at her most angry, she never believed he actually wanted to cause that much pain. He was drunk and callous but he was still her Adam.

She could feel her defenses eroding with every passing second and it was exactly what she had been worried about. She’d always been so susceptible to Adam’s exact brand of charm and sincerity. It was why she told herself to keep her distance now that she was back but she should have known that was never going to be possible. Hell, she was surprised that ignoring his calls worked for as long as it did. He was all too liable to show up on her front step with those puppy dog eyes and that smile that made her stomach hurt, to convince her to forgive him.

“It’s been miserable without you.” He pressed. She hadn’t been saying much during this conversation and her face was too hard for him to read in this lighting. He assumed that no response was better than yelling but, at this point, he would have taken the yelling just for some clarity.

“You look like you’ve been doing okay for yourself.” It wasn’t a yell. She was exceedingly calm. He swallowed hard, giving another swipe of his tongue across his lips in that way she couldn’t look away from. “Almost seem like you’re better off since I left.” Those words came out a bit more strangled than she’d meant to. She was happy he was doing better - she just hated to think that she had been the thing holding him back all this time.

He gaped at her, the idea that he’d been better in any way in her absence was beyond foreign to him. These had been the longest, most difficult months of his career - none of it felt right without her.

“I don’t…I mean, yeah I’ve finally got my career back on track but that’s not because you’re gone. If anything, it’s in spite of it.” He struggled to keep his eyes on the road as he spoke, needing these words to really reach her. “It took me almost a full year to get back to where I started when you left. I guarantee you, if you’d been by my side all this time, I would have gotten here six months ago.”

“Adam-“ Her tone was dismissive and he cut her off before she could protest.

“Don’t ‘Adam’ me! You have been pushing me to be the best version of myself for years now. And I was punishing myself when I said those things to you - so caught up in hating myself that I ruined the one thing in my life that was ever really worth a damn.” He’d gotten louder and wasn’t sure when that started to happen. He just couldn’t let her think that any of this bullshit meant anything without her. “I can’t tell you how many times I picked up the phone after a big match because the only person in the world that I wanted to talk to about it was you.”

Her breathing was coming in unevenly now as they crept closer to the heart of it. Dancing around the things they never said to each other. Her blood heated beneath her skin and she was certain that if there was enough light, he would have seen the way color tinted her cheeks.

“Nothing is right without you in my life, darlin’.” His voice was softer now, hazy with emotion and barely restrained thoughts that had been swirling since their fight. “I need you around. You’re my… my partner.” His brow furrowed as he met her eyes with an intensity that she had to look away from. “I need my partner back.”

“I don’t think I can be that person for you anymore.” Even if he hadn’t hurt her, even if she did agree to forgive him for everything he’d said, things between them were too complicated now. There was too much history for her to move forward.

Adam’s face fell, heart plummeting to his feet. The sharp pain that ripped through his chest hit harder than he expected. He couldn’t stomach the idea of seeing her every week and not being able to talk to her.

“Please, I’m so god damn sorry about the shit that I said. I can’t say that enough, love. Just let me make it up to you. I swear to god, I’ll do anything!”

“It’s not that simple!” She tried to interject into his pleading but he didn’t care to hear it.

“It can be! Darlin’ come on! I can’t just pass you backstage every week and pretend that we’re strangers. You’re my best friend - I won’t just act like-“

“Adam, I’m leaving!” Her voice finally broke through his pleading and he stopped short. He wet his lips again, blinking back at her, physically incapable of keeping his eyes on the road now. She could feel her heart racing out of control with her admission, the look on his face striking down to her core, all confusion and heartbreak, probably not dissimilar to the look she imagined she’d had the night of their fight. “That’s why I was here tonight…I came to meet with Tony, to thank him for how understanding he’d been about my time away…and to tell him I needed out of my contract.”

“Out of your…” He shook his head, fingers raking through his beard as his mind wrapped around her words. “You can’t be serious. You’re leaving AEW?” She nodded and the lump in his throat grew, making it difficult to speak over, choking his words. “Look, I know things have been tough, between Kenny, and the Bucks, and…and me…I know but, sweetheart, you’re so much better than Impact. I’ve watched what you’ve been doing there this past year and you’re a star. You should be here, kicking ass and wracking up a title reign that no one can touch.”

“WWE offered me a contract.” The sentence felt dirty coming out of her mouth. She’d been original to this company and thought she’d be with them until the end. The betrayal on Adam’s face was a punch to her chest. “A generous one.” It wasn’t about the money but it definitely didn’t hurt. “My flight in the morning is headed to Stanford. I’m supposed to be signing a contract at ten.”

“Darlin’, don’t do this…” His voice was a warning, barely a rumble, as they pulled into the hotel parking lot. He’d been wrong when they left. He was already out of time.

“It’s already done, Adam. Tony granted me my release while you were getting changed.”

“Well then lets turn around now! We’ll go back to the venue and tell him you changed your mind! He’ll take you back in a second, you know that!” His voice was loud but not angry. Just firmly in denial, shaking his head over and over. She couldn’t stand the wild look in his eyes, desperate and frantic, so she yanked the door open, heading into the lot. There was no way she could sit still in that car, that close to him. He followed after her, his long legs quickly allowing him to catch up.

“There’s nothing left for me there for me. It’s time for a fresh start.” She barely spared a look back at him and he groaned.

“I’m here! Stay with me! Please, don’t go. I need you…” He was begging now but he didn’t care. She was exasperated, though. This decision was hard enough as it was, he had no right to stand here and make it harder for her.

“Why? Because you need someone to talk to after your matches go well? Or someone to take it out on when you lose? That’s not a reason to stay.”

“Then stay because I’m in love with you!” He shouted into the quiet of the night, knocking the air out of her lungs and stopping her dead in her tracks. She didn’t turn at first but he took the final steps toward her until she could feel the heat of his chest against her back. “And I think you might be in love with me too.” His breath tickled against the back of her neck, raising goosebumps down the full length of her spine.

“I…I…don’t know what…I…” All she could manage was an incoherent stammer and Adam moved in closer, fully pressed against her now until neither of them could breathe. He’d had countless dreams about being this close to her over the last year. But being here while he was awake was so much more dizzying. The smell of her shampoo, the warmth of her body, the way her form fit perfectly against his - it was overwhelming and took every ounce of self control he had not to wrap his arms around her like he always did in his dreams.

“Give us a chance…please. We owe it ourselves to give this an actual shot, darlin’, please.” His voice was a low rumble against her ear, his honeyed drawl irresistible as ever, heating her from the inside. She wasn’t even conscious of herself turning around until their faces were a breath apart. “Don’t leave me. Not again.”

His warm, calloused hand dwarfed her face as it settled against her cheek, cradling her jaw. She leaned into his palm, turning just enough for her lips to press against his skin, sending a spark up Adam’s arm. His thumb stroked her face, not letting his eyes drift from hers, watching the war that raged behind them.

“I swear to god, baby, just give me one chance to prove how good we could be and I will never hurt you again.” He brushed her hair behind her ear before gripping her face with both hands. If there was any chance this could be last time he got to feel her, he needed as much as he could get.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she scrambled to remember all the reasons she had this morning for staying away from him. But it was pointless, one look into those magnetic blue eyes that were piercing down into her soul, and she was stuck. Adam Page was so deep in her veins, there was no getting him out now. Her lips parted in an attempt to steady her breathing and his gaze drifted down to them.

“Adam, please…” But she wasn’t really even sure what she was asking for. Her chest rose and fell, brushing against his each time and he stepped into her, urging her back a step until her back bumped against a car. The cold metal of the car door sent a shiver through her body. “Show me.”

He hardly let her get the whispered words out before he pulled her face to his, lips colliding in a soft but needy kiss. Electricity crackled between them, the sensation of her lips on his after all this time was sweet and intoxicating. He pulled back after what felt like a lifetime but had realistically only been a few moments, eyes frantically scanning her for her reaction. His tongue traced his lips, savoring the way her taste lingered. Her effect on him was stronger than a double shot of whiskey and ten times more addicting.

Her eyes widened while she gasped for air. But air wasn’t as important as getting more of him. Her hands moved up into his hair, tugging him back to her and he reacted in an instant, hips pinning her to the car. When his lips met hers this time, it was different, hungry, something he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to stop now that it’d started.

He didn’t have the patience to be gentle anymore, devouring her. Her fingers tangled in his curls, pulling sharply, and he growled into her mouth, snapping his hips against hers. When his tongue slipped past her lips, she let out a breathy moan that wound every nerve in his body tight, blood rushing between his legs. His hand skated down to her waist, bunching her shirt beneath his fingers. She arched into him, her brain a total fog now, the only thing left was him, every bit of her common sense out the window.

His free hand curled around her thigh, guiding it up around his hip, leaning her further back against the car and allowing him the space to step between her legs. Their tongues twirled around each other’s while he ground into her core. Heat pooled low in her belly and her nails dug into his scalp. His hand slid under her shirt, burning a trail across her skin before palming at her chest. She rocked up into him, his erection straining against his jeans and heavy against her thigh. His lips travelled across the line of her jaw and down her throat, sucking hard at the soft skin and pulling a lofty moan from her mouth.

That noise was setting fire to Hangman’s brain, driving out everything around them, his entire world shifting on its axis. The only thing that mattered anymore was hearing more of that noise. He dragged the cup of her bra out of his way, thumb brushing over her, nipple pebbling under his touch. Capturing it between his fingers, he pinched and rolled the sensitive skin, teeth scraping over her neck. Her hips moved rhythmically now, desperate for friction, her helpless whimpers penetrating through the silence of the night air.

His lips wandered lower, dipping into her collarbone and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. She was his - even if it was only for tonight - she was all his and he was going to leave proof of it. His hand flittered down in time with his lips, teeth dragging the neckline of her shirt out of his way as he toyed with the button of her jeans. She gripped hard at his hair as his fingers slipped beneath her waistband, flirting with the lacy edges of her panties.

The flash of headlights pulling into the lot had them jumping apart, reality crashing into them in a powerful wave. Panting and plastered against the car, she ran a shaky hand through her hair. She’d entirely disappeared into their moment, the fact that they were still in a very public parking lot the furthest thought from her mind until then. She watched Adam’s tongue dart across his lips, eyes several shades darker than they’d been minutes before, his need palpable and etched into every hard line of his face. It was a look she had never seen on him before and it sent a pulse through her core, her panties entirely soaked through.

“Adam,” Her voice was hoarse and he raked his eyes over her disheveled clothes, “take me upstairs.”

“Yes ma’am.” He took her hand in his, pulling her after him into the hotel lobby. Blood pulsing in his ears, he couldn’t slow down long enough to wait for the elevator to come, leading her straight to the stairs but only made it as far as the first landing before pressing her against the wall and kissing her breathless again. She gasped into his mouth and his fingers tangled in the hair behind her ear, thumb brushing over her cheek when he pulled back. “Darlin, if you don’t stop making those noises, I’m never going to be able to make it to your room.”

She pressed her body back into him with a brief kiss before nudging past his arm. Leading him by the hand, she glanced back, struck by the look in his eyes - so much deeper than just the lust and need than she expected. This was really, finally happening. Her stomach fluttered in an entirely new way.

When they arrived at her door, he sandwiched his body tightly against her back while he waited for her to fish her key out of her purse. A muscular arm wrapped around her waist to hold her to him and his lips dancing across her neck, she could hardly focus on the task at hand, fumbling with the door. She finally got it open and he all but shoved her inside, kicking the door closed impatiently behind him.

He didn’t waste any time, spinning her around to face him and pushing her against the wall. Hoisting her up, he tapped at her thighs to encourage her to wrap them around his waist while he met her lips in a demanding kiss. One hand against the wall and the other tight around her upper thigh, he rocked into her once before carrying her to the bed.

He dropped her onto the mattress and she leaned back onto her elbows, looking up at where he stood between her legs. His movements were more deliberate this time, slowly leaning down to kiss her with his fingers buried in her hair, the other hand creeping up her inner thigh.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” He breathed the words against her lips, fingers creeping toward the button of her jeans. She worked at undoing the snaps of his shirt, desperate to feel his bare chest beneath her fingers.

“Me too, Adam. Since the day I met you.” Her head tipped back when his lips made the journey down her neck. His fingers curled around the hem of her shirt, clenching and unclenching before finally peeling it off her and tossing it aside. As she got the last snap on his shirt, she pushed it off his shoulders, one hand traversing over the hard muscles of his chest while her legs wrapped around his waist.

His lips moved uninhibited down to her chest, his beard rough against the skin, and her arm looped around his neck. He dragged the strap of her bra down so he could kiss and nip his way over her cleavage. She didn’t bother to waste time, reaching behind her back to unhook the bra and pull it out of his way. His tongue traced across his lips as he finally took in the sight of her exposed chest and the hunger in his eyes sent pangs of need spiking through her. Dipping his head down, he traced his tongue in circles over her nipple, a rough hand kneading at the other breast. He raked his teeth over the sensitive bud and she moaned out, fingers digging into his shoulder blade.

“God, Adam.” The sound of his name on her lips when he touched her was enough to make him throb, his jeans uncomfortably tight. Sucking on her nipple, he rolled the other between his fingers as his hips rutted against her.

His tongue traced its way from her breast, down her sternum, dipping into her naval as he sank to his knees. He unbuttoned her jeans before using both hands to tug them off her legs so they pooled below him and gripped her thighs, yanking her to the edge of the bed. His kisses trailed over her stomach, hesitating as he arrived at the bruise Kenny’s boot had left on her earlier that evening. It felt like a million years ago now but sent an instant rush of rage and guilt bubbling through him.

His eyes flicked up to her but her face was all softness and want. She brushed a hand over the side of his face.

“I’m fine. I promise, it’s nothing I can’t handle.” She assured him and he let out a conflicted breath across her skin. Eyes pinned to her, he placed ginger kisses over every inch of bruising, thumbs dug into her inner thighs.

After ensuring he had covered every bit of skin, his lips travelled lower, tongue tracing the waistband of her panties while his thumb edged up to circle over the soaked fabric covering her core. Her hips rocked against him, seeking out his touch, and he pressed down more firmly, drawing a whiny moan from her lips. He savored the moment, his control over her pleasure, laving his tongue over her lace covered core.

“Adammmm,” She whined, “don’t tease.” But he had no intention of stopping. He’d promised to show her exactly how good they could be together and he was damn well going to show her how thigh-shakingly good it could be until she was begging for release.

Wrapping his arm around her thigh, he brought her in closer to him, sinking his teeth into the thick flesh of her inner thigh. She squealed, hands clenching and unclenching in his curls before he soothed the spot with his tongue. Arching toward him, she attempted to guide his head to where she needed him the most but he didn’t budge, sucking her soft skin between his lips until she squirmed, another mark proving she was his.

He nosed against the crook where thigh met lace before trailing his tongue over her heat. She scrambled to attempt to pull her panties out of the way but he only untwined their fingers, pinning her hand to the mattress.

“Patience, darlin’.” He cooed, the tickle of his breath making her whimper. She’d never needed anything in her life as much as she needed him right now. She didn’t realize it was possible to need anything this much but her head was spinning and fuzzy and, Jesus, he was the only thing that could fix it.

He pressed his tongue down hard enough to part her folds through the lace, working it up and down. Her head fell back, a breathy moan his reward as he moved. His pace picked up quickly, the lace rough against her center, and she couldn’t stop from rocking her hips up toward him. She kept a firm hand in his hair, urging him to hit all the right spot. Releasing her hand, he reached up to grope at her chest, tweaking her nipple between his fingers, and she cried out in response. He could feel her desperation as she got closer, already wound so tight for him. The pressure in her lower belly was swelling out of control and she struggled not to chase the inevitable high; she wasn’t ready for it to end.

“Let go for me, beautiful. Let me taste you. I’m not even close to done with you yet.” The rumble of his words against her core was enough to make her cry out, wobbling on the edge of relief. He pinched harder at her nipple, sucking at her clit through the lace, and she snapped, hands grasping wildly for any support she could get as she arched off the mattress.

Adam gave a satisfied hum as her body settled back into the mattress, arms laid out heavy at her sides. He kissed over the lace one last time before hooking his thumbs into the waist and rolling her panties off her body, flinging them somewhere behind him. Kissing a trail up and down her inner thigh, he waited for her to catch her breath before smoothing his hands over her hips. He shifted just enough to meet her eyes before slipping his hands down to her soaked, sensitive core. Using both thumbs, he spread her lips wide for him and ran the flat of his tongue in a broad stroke across her, groaning at the sweet taste of her orgasm. A shaky, high pitched cry echoed around the room at the sensation and he repeated the action.

“God, you taste so fuckin’ good, darlin’.” His remark was a near moan as he coated his tongue with her slick, using just the tip to trace through every inch of her folds, memorizing her. If she left tomorrow, he never wanted to forget a single detail of her body and the way it reacted to him.

Her moans filled the room quickly as his tongue flicked over her clit, her fingers in her hair for support more than anything because it was clear that he knew what she needed more than she ever did. His ministrations had her barreling toward a second climax faster than she had ever experienced, hardly even aware of herself anymore. She ground against his face without thought, head tipped back with broken cries.

“Adam, fuck, I - fuck! Please!” Her legs shook when his moan vibrated against her core, the coil inside her snapping and sending her over the edge. Every muscle in her body tensed before relaxing and her chest heaved trying to regain her breath.

He grinned against her glistening folds, gently lapping at her while she twitched. But he wasn’t satisfied. He was going to wring every orgasm he could out of her. Slipping her leg up onto his shoulder, he dragged his index finger up and down her folds, delighting in the way her entire body shuddered, a breathless whine squeaking out of her.

“Such a pretty little pussy.” His dirty mouth had her involuntarily clenching around air and he chuckled. Fuck, he loved watching her react to him. He used two fingers, swirling around her clit before slipping down to her entrance, and she gasped. He pushed his thick digits inside her slowly, feeling the way she squeezed around them. “So tight and needy for me, baby. Think my cock will fit in this sweet cunt?” He pumped his fingers teasingly slow and she arched toward him.

“God, please, Adam. I need it so bad, please.” Her voice was raked over coals, desperate and breathy, and made him throb in the tight confines of his jeans.

“Not yet. Be a good girl and let me taste you one last time. Cum for me again and I’ll give you what you need, baby.” He moved his fingers faster now and she trembled, muscles weak. A jolt shot through her spine when he brought his lips to her clit, sucking hard at the overstimulated bundle of nerves. She bucked against him, his fingers curling up to find her g-spot, a steady stream of cries and curses filling his ears. His tongue circled around her, his beard rough against her core while he worked her over.

Her hand gripped the sheets beneath her, the other tugging hard at his hair and making him growl against her. She whimpered when he lifted her hips up off the mattress to hold her closer. Her head spun as he stroked over her spot again and again, tongue lashing against her clit. Eyes rolled back, her entire body trembled, another orgasm closing in on her. He could feel her walls fluttering around his fingers and picked up his pace. When he raked his teeth over her clit, her back arched her completely off the bed, orgasm crashing violently into her and whiting out her vision.

Her muscles went limp in his arms but he didn’t slow down, not giving her a chance to breathe or ready herself. He kept up his pace, sucking at her clit and driving shuddering, jolted cries from her. Her body shook and twitched from the stimulation until it rolled right into another toppling orgasm. She gasped for breaths that couldn’t come fast enough and he finally lowered her body back down to the mattress, easing his fingers out of her.

He let her breathe as he gently kissed up her body, his bare chest pressed against hers. When she finally regained a semblance of her brain, her fingers knotted back into his hair, dragging him into a kiss that she hadn’t fully prepared for. She gasped against him and his tongue reunited with hers, the taste of her still strong on his tongue and his beard dripping with her orgasms.

“You’re fucking incredible.” He whispered against her, jean clad erection pressed to her core. She didn’t bother to think, fingers fumbling between their bodies to get him fully undressed. He let out a chuckle, the rumbling noise hitting deep in her center. “I’ve got it, sweetheart.”

He urged her back and she watched, lips parted, as he tugged at his belt. She could see him straining against his jeans, thick and beyond ready for her. Licking her lips, she waited impatiently for him to slide it fully out of his belt loops and undo his button. Thumbs hooked into his waist, he pulled jeans and boxers down over his thick thighs and she swallowed hard. He was hard as steel, a large vein wrapping along the thick length.

Crawling onto the bed, between her legs, he hovered over her frame. Brushing the hair back from her face, his lips brushed her forehead before settling on her lips. She leaned up into him, his cock heavy against her center.

“Ready, love?” He dragged his tip through her folds and she nodded. She had never been so ready. His big blue eyes were intense on hers, searching her for any hesitance but found nothing but want. Her hands laced up into his curls, pulling him back to her lips as her leg wrapped around his waist.

He notched his crown at her entrance, a strained arm holding himself up over her. Slowly, he pushed forward, stretching her walls and sliding deep inside until he was fully seated, giving her a chance to adjust to his size. She squeezed around him and he bunched the sheets beneath his fingers, cursing. Her moan mingled with his, indulgent and throaty, her eyes rolling back.

“So fucking good, darlin’. Fuck, baby. You’re squeezing me so tight.” He groaned into the nook of her neck. Her arms wound around his shoulders and he pulled out to the tip before thrusting back into her.

He tried to go slowly for her but couldn’t stop himself after a few more thrusts, his need for her swelling out of control. His hips snapped against hers, deep and fast, and she arched into him, her nails raking down his back only driving him more. He rocked in and out, bottoming out and trying to savor every second, every noise, every inch of her blissed out face.

His fingers curled around the bars of the headboard, shifting up onto knees, slamming into the wall with each thrust.

She flipped them over, pushing him backwards as she crawled over his lap. He tried to sit up with her but she pressed his chest back down into the mattress. Licking his lips, he admired her body, out on display for him. She ground against his cock a hand on his chest to steady herself. Using her other hand, she reached between their bodies, lining him up with her entrance and sinking down on his length with a groan. Adam’s head fell back, eyes shuddering closed as she stretched around him. He smoothed a hand up the curve of her waist and thumbed over her nipple.

She quickly fell back into a rhythm, bouncing on his cock. He pinched her nipple, eyes glued to the way her tits moved. She ran a hand through her hair and rolled her hips, taking every inch of him. His hands slipped down, gripping hard enough at her hips to leave marks, encouraging her movements.

“Squeeze those tits for me, pretty girl. You’re so god damn perfect.” He growled when she did as he asked, committing the sight to memory. Her thighs quivered when he circled his thumb over her clit. She began to pulse around his cock, her movements becoming jerky and irregular.

Adam pushed himself up enough for his back to lean against the bed frame. His arms wound tight around her, holding her in place as he snapped up into her. Her face buried in his neck, she cried out against him as he hammered deep inside. She tugged hard at his hair and he groaned, his cock twitching when her body trembled beyond control. He crashed his lips into hers for a messy, open mouthed kiss, her moans sharp and rhythmic until she fell over the edge and they became a noiseless breath. Her walls clenched like a vice around him, pulsing and pulling him into a wild climax, his hot release filling her up with a strangled groan.

Their motions slowed until they were finally still, their bodies tangled together, hands tangled in each other’s hair. He scattered kisses over every inch of her face.

“Fuckin’ hell, darlin’.” He groaned, rolling his hips, still deep inside her. “You’ve got me so far in over my head.” He hadn’t even really meant to say it, it just slipped out, his forehead pressed to hers. Her chest fluttered, kissing him once before leaning her head against his shoulder. He rubbed large, rough hands over her back, kissing the top of her head. “I love you, baby.”

She didn’t stir, the reality of the evening crashing over her. She’d dreamed of this night for so many years, it felt unreal now that it happened. But it was so much more complicated now. He cupped her face, forcing her to look up at him. Her eyes landed heavy on his, trapped once again in that magnetic gaze. She couldn’t breath under that gaze and she couldn’t deny the way he made her feel.

“I love you too, Adam.” The admission was heavy and hung between them for a few beats before a bright smile rose to his face. He smoothed her hair down.

“Stay with me, then. Be with me.” He insisted and she let out a shaky sigh.

“I’m supposed to be in Stanford in the morning…”

“So what? Blow them off. We’ll go talk to Tony. Together.” He wasn’t dissuaded by her hesitance. He knew he had her now - she loved him and that was all he needed. He could do anything now that he had that.

“Adam…” She struggled to summon a single reason not to. She’d spent so long denying herself - denying that they could actually be together but here he was, in love with her and willing to do what it took to make it work.

“Be with me. It’s time we both stop overthinking this.” His thumb stroked her cheek, the last of her defenses ebbing away by the second. “Come back and be my partner again. Don’t walk away from this. Not when we’re finally this close.” Her heart hammered in her chest, her throat dry. “Tell me you’ll stay, darlin’. Please. I don’t think I could take it if you left now.” She nodded before she could stop herself and he angled his head down at her. “Yeah?”

“Yeah…” She finally conceded. “Yeah. Okay. Let’s give it a shot.” Her voice was more confident that time, the decision settling more warmly in her gut. His smile stretched broadly across his face as he dove into her, trapping her beneath him once again as he kissed her, smile melded against her lips.

“That’s my girl.” His voice was soft, forehead pressed to hers. She liked the sound of that.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

AEW Wrestlers Pregnancy Headcannons

Requested by @moondust-imagines

Summary: AEW Wrestlers reactions to finding out you are pregnant

Main Masterlist Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Wrestlers mentioned: 'Hangman' Adam Page, Christian Cage, Chuck Taylor and Swerve Strickland

"Hangman" Adam Page

Adam cried when you told him you were pregnant.

You were scared by his reaction, the only time you saw him cry was after the whole brawl out

The diffrance was this time they were happy tears

He coudn't wait to be a father, he promised he would do everything he could to protect you and your baby

Adam did EVERYTHING for you, he wound't let you lift a finger during your pregnancy

It was adorable but also anoying at times, you were capable of walking 10 feet to grab a glass of water

Adam would run to the store in the middle of the night without a second thought for whatever you were craving

He was ment to be a father, he was everything you ever wanted in a partner

Christian Cage

I wrote a four part fic about Christian Cage that you can find HERE, in the second part the reader finds out she is pregnant. I decided to include the scene instead of making headcanons

I went out to pick up a few groceries and once I returned I found Y/n sitting on the floor of the master bathroom with tear-stained cheeks. I sat next to her and asked “What’s wrong?” nothing “If something happened the other day at work you can tell me you know” I waited, I knew she wanted to say something but was having trouble getting the words out. “You’re going to be mad at me” Her words were so quiet it was barely a whisper. “Why would I be mad at you honey?” What would I be mad at? “Don’t yell, I’m sorry. I don’t know how this happened” Y/n had tears in her eyes as she spoke. “I won’t yell, I promise but I need to know what happened so I can help you,” I told her carefully Just then she got up and handed me four items from the sink before returning to her spot on the floor. She was now fully crying and turned her back to me. It took me a minute to realize what I was holding in my hands. Four pregnancy tests, all different kinds but all were positive. “Are these real?” She turned to face me, mascara now ruined. “Are you mad at me?” I wasn’t mad but I was shocked, but I was also happy. “No sweetheart, I would never be mad at you. Especially over something like this” I gave her a hug to which she returned, burying her head in my chest as she continued to cry. I knew what this would mean, Y/n being pregnant would change everything. Although this was a shock I was so happy. We had never talked about having kids, Y/n was still in her prime and I was nearly 50. “What are we going to do?” I wanted Y/n to know that I would support her for whatever she decided. I mean she is making history with her current title reign and at the end of the day this is her body we are talking about. “This is your decision Y/n. I want you to know that I am happy about this but I understand if you don’t want to go through with this.” She looked at me with a sad smile. “Would I be crazy if I said I want to keep it? I still don’t understand how it happened in the first place but the more I think about it, I want to go on this journey with you Christian” I placed a kiss on her temple before saying “Don’t worry, I am going to be here with you for every second of it. We will do this together” 

Chuck Taylor

Looking down at the positive test in your hands you coudn't stop the happy tears that fell from your face

You coudn't wait to tell Chucky the news

When you told him you were pregant he was so happy

During your pregnancy he would constanly kiss your stomach and talk to your unborn child

Chuck Taylor is such a teddy bear, he would be the best dad

Once your baby was born the two of them instanly had a special bond, you swear your baby liked Chuck more than you

Chuck would build you the most perfect nussery and have the best friends come over to help baby proof the house

As much as he loved his friends he woudn't trust them alone with your baby

Swerve Strickland

When you told Swerve you were pregnant he was secretly terrfied

Not just because he would become a father but because of what he did to hangman

He would get nightmares of the cowboy breaking in and taking your baby, simiular to what he did to hangmans son

He was exited to be a dad but was scared of the responsibilities that came with being a father

He was scared that he would mess everything up, scared he would disipoint you

His thoughts kept him up at night and you assured him he would be a great dad

just like you predicted once your baby was born he was a great dad

Swerve promiced he would do anything and everything to keep the two of you safe

He would kill for you

[coleskingdom]

I Wonder

Adam Page x F reader

Minors DNI NSFW

For @midwestmade29

You ran into Page in the hotel lobby, he looked exhausted. You knew he had been having a rough go of it lately, hell more than just lately. You walked up beside him and bumped his hip with yours “ Hey Cowboy” you said a little too cheerily. “Hey You” he smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes, he looked like he hadn’t shaved in days, his hair darker than when he’d take care of himself he must’ve been staying inside more. “ You okay?”you asked hesitantly, he looked like he might shatter if you looked at him the wrong way. “No, but it’s no one’s problem but my own. I’m gonna get going, you have a good night.” he started to walk away. “ Adam, wait let me come with you, or you can come with me. Let’s talk it out, I’ve got a bottle of Blanton’s in my room. I can’t leave you like this. Let’s have steak and whiskey like we used to.” knowing how it was our version of bitching it out but sounded more manly. “ Really?” The tinge of hope in his voice broke my heart. It’d been a few years since we’d been close as life had taken us different directions but found us here tonight.

“Come on, let’s go” I hooked my arm in his, as I led him to the elevator, I hit my floor. “High Floor? You must be doing well these days. “ he said softly “ It’s the hotel points, I got an upgrade.”I felt silly explaining myself. The elevator dinged into the penthouse. We stepped into the living room over looking the city, “ Make yourself at home” I said reaching for my phone texting to cancel my plans. I’d always had a soft spot for him, and I’d do anything for him always have.

I came in carrying the bottle and two glasses, “Neat or Rocks?” I asked, “Neat, it’s too cold to be on the rocks. It also takes the burn out, I need to feel it.” he glanced off looking out the window. I poured two glasses handing him one, sitting down beside him. I put on the Sturgill record I knew he liked on the speakers, the quiet bluegrass the background to ease the silence. “What’s wrong? You can tell me anything there’s nothing that you can’t tell me” I said casually hoping that I wasn’t pushing him too hard. “ I can tell you but you can’t fix it, hell Darlin you can’t fix me.” he finished the glass in a long swallow. I poured him another, “ I can try.” reaching for his hand.

He ran his fingers through his hair, but didn’t move the hand I was holding, “ The thing if it is, I don’t know where it all went wrong. I feel like half the time I’m losing my god damn mind and the rest of the time I’m barely keeping it together. I can’t sleep even though I want to ,haven’t been with a woman or in a relationship in months, my friends are barely there. My best friends and I use that term loosely don’t understand why I’m not happy. The fact that I’m I can’t get the one thing that was taken from me, that thing that broke me back is killing me. I’m a fucking mess.” his voice broke on what sounded like a sob.

“Oh Adam I had no idea” I put my arms around him, pulling him sideways into me, “it’s gonna be okay, we can figure this out.” My arms wrapped around him as his head rested on my chest.

“This is all I have if I’m not good at this what am I good at what am I good for.” his voice raw and cracked. “ You have me Adam, you have me.” I soothed rubbing his back. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you I promise.” Holding him close to me “I can’t ask you do to that, you don’t know what it is to deal with me to deal with all of this. “ I stopped rubbing his back , “Adam look at me”he raised his head “I’m not dealing with you, I’m taking care of you, I’m loving you, and I’m helping you. Hell, maybe you’re even helping me, maybe we are helping each other. “

I leaned forward our foreheads touching, I pulled my head back, and leaned back in kissing him, what started sweet, turned to desperation, as he leaned me back on the couch,his body draping mine before rolling us to the side as the kiss broke. I looked in his green eyes,pushing his hair behind his ear, draping my leg over his hip. “ I’ve wanted to do that for years” I whispered before his mouth found mine again.

We kissed in that way that felt like time stood still. His hand pulled my hip tighter against him, I could feel him begin to harden underneath me, I wasn’t in much better shape as I moved my body against him. A groan fell from his lips. “ Darlin, I could lay here all night kissing you, but I can’t lay on this couch much longer." a flicker of a smile crossed his lips, “ I’ve got a bedroom, that I think you’d be more comfortable in Cowboy.” as I untangled myself from him I almost fell on the floor, I laughed “ Just call me Grace. Damn I thought I had sexy pulled off there for a second.”

Adam sat up, “You’ve always pulled off sexy, you’ve always pulled off out of my league, you’ve always pulled away with a piece of my heart.” I looked at him as he stood to full height a blush covering my full body “Adam, don’t say things you don’t mean, please. I’m a big girl whatever tonight is I’m good with, but please don’t tell me I’m out of your league.” Walking towards the bedroom. “ Darlin, stop and look at me.” I turned around facing him. “have I ever lied to you, you know all of me you always have. I’ve always told you the truth, even when it makes me look like an asshole, the only truth I’ve never told you is that I have feelings for you that I love you. I have for years. I let you leave in Austin because you deserved better, you deserved someone that’d be home, that can give you all the things you ever dreamed of.”

It was in Austin three years ago, on a roof top by the lake, he looked at me that night, like he wanted to say something. I’d kept that picture in my mind the sunset behind him, there was an awkwardness in our good bye that night. I never understood but I knew he was taking the next step in his career and even the best friendships run there course.

“You could’ve asked me what I wanted. You still can?” as a tear fell down my face. “ Darlin what do you want?” his eyes never leaving mine. “ You” as I walked back towards him, this time the kiss was full of passion, the desperation, the longing. He walked me back to the bedroom as we left a trail of clothes in our wake.

He picked me up , and laid me on the bed, before he joined me. Nothing between us as he covered my body with his, he kissed me then kissed down my jaw to where my neck meets my shoulder lingering there when I moaned. He continued his path down my body, taking his time, moving lower as his mouth took in one of my nipples, teasing the other with his calloused palm, shifting slightly to part my legs with his thigh. “ Adam please baby” I begged I could feel myself on his thigh. “You’re so beautiful when you’re underneath me, saying my name. I wanted to..” I cut him off bringing his mouth back to mine running my hands through his hair. He pulled away and I whimpered. Adam repositions him self running his cock through my wetness, preparing himself to finally take me. the longer he teases me before actually sliding in, the more desperate I get for him.

"Adam, please," I beg, lifting my hips to try and force him in myself.

He laughs, the sound coming from deep in his throat. It’s the first genuine laugh I’ve heard from him all night the smile on his face the way his green eyes are focused on me make me desire him more. He circles my clit with the head of his cock once before he finally gives me what I want. He slides in slightly, allowing me time to stretch around him.

I need more of him. My back arches off the bed, and the new position allows him to go even deeper.

He rolls his hips back, pulling out and pushing in. He repeats the motion over and over, picking up the pace each time until his hips are slapping against the backs of my thighs in a quick rhythm.

His pace is punishing in the most euphoric of ways. The moan that falls from Adam’s lips is the sexiest sound I've ever heard. I didn't know a man could moan like that, and it's the hottest thing in the world. I love that our sounds of pleasure fill the room. My nails dig into his back as I try to keep him as close to me as possible.

He can't possibly get any deeper, but I want-need—more from him. I keep one hand on his back and let the other slide up his body until my fingers find the back of his neck. I pull on him, bringing his head down so he can kiss me.He takes the hint immediately, his tongue possessively sliding into my mouth. The swipe of it falls in line with the rhythm of his hips. “It’s time for you to come” his voice is deep and rough, he reaches his hand between our bodies and circles my clit . “Are you close?” my words failing me, “Yes” his lips pressing into my throat, as a moan falls from me as I shatter around him. He thrusts in and out, two more times, the grunt and whimper from his mouth as I feel him. He buries himself into the space between my neck and shoulder. We lay there as our bodies and minds recover. When he removes himself, he heads to the bathroom, and I hear the shower running. He peeks his head around the door frame, “Darlin, are you coming?” I roll out of bed and join him.

[madhatterbri]

Wow. You sure are going to have to explain a lot to Santa.

Hello,

May I request a Matt Jackson x Y/N x Hangman Adam Page? Reader was having an affair with her professor, Adam Page. They are found out and reported. As they start to plead their case to the dean of the school, Matt Jackson, he stops them. He shocks them by saying he will drop all charges if he can participate this one time.

Adam Page x f/Reader x Matt Jackson (AU)

AEW Masterlist

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: smut under the cut. 3sum. Oral (m receiving) choking. DP. P in V sex. Unprotected sex.

Requested by and. Hope you like it.

Gif belongs to: @cowboyshit

WC: 1088

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

"I need both of you to stop talking. Professor Page." The Dean of the school said, making me shut my mouth.

I looked over at Professor Page, wondering what he is going to say.

He is the Professor after all, and even though I am in the last year of college, student/teacher relations is still somewhat frowned on.

"We have been in a relationship since Halloween, and.." I zoned him out, keeping an eye on Dean Jackon, who was leaning back against his chair, relaxed.

"Now when the anonymous student reported your relationship." I wanted to snort when he said anonymous.

We all know it is Strickland.

He has been after me since the first class we took together, and I have turned him down ever since.

He must of seen Adam and I the other night, when Adam had me bent over his desk, his hand between my thighs as he fingered me, while kissing me to keep my moans quiet.

"I know what we are doing is frowned upon, but there are no rules in the rulebook saying that him and I can not be together." I went to continue but Dean Jackson held up his hands, making me close my mouth to hear what he has to say

"This can all go away if," He licked his lips and I knew what he is hinting at.

"If, you allow me to join, just one time."

Adam started to sputter, not knowing what to say as he became angry, ready to stand until I placed my hand on his arm, calming him down slightly.

"The charges will be dropped? I can stay in school to finish my last year and Professor Page won't be fired?" I questioned, just to make sure.

"Yes, that is correct. Just one night and then we can pretend that this conversation never happened between us."

I looked at Adam, who was looking back and forth between his boss and I.

"One night, Adam. You talk to him and see what he can and can not do with me."

"Fine, but this is only one time. She is mine."

The only sounds that I could hear were the two men as they used me.

Dean Jackson is behind me, his hands gripping my hips tight as he pounds into my pussy from behind.

Professor Page had his hands on the back of my head, as he thrust his thick, girthy cock down my throat as I moaned around him.

One hard thrust from the man behind me, had me squealing around Adam's cock, making my pussy tightened around Matt's.

"Fuck!' I heard Matt groan as he leaned onto my back, his hips still thrusting into me as he wrapped his arms around my body, pulling me away from Adam's cock, making me gasp for air.

"Don't hog her Matt." Adam all but growled as he jerked his cock off in front of me.

"Back off Adam, you get to have her all the time. I am going to savour this moment." Matt said as he pulled out of me so just the tip was was left before slamming back into me, making me scream out, "Dean Jackson." Each and every time he did it.

I could see Adam out of the corner of my eye, and he was giving the two of us a hard look.

Adam walked in front of us, his hand wrapping around my throat, and squeezing it just right, making my eyes flutter, along with my pussy.

"Shit, who knew she liked to be choked." Matt sneered.

"You want both of our cocks sweet girl?" Adam said, ignoring his boss.

I nodded my head as best as I could, with his hand still gripping my throat.

"I call her ass." Matt said as he pulled out of me, laying on the bed next to me, fisting his cock.

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"That is fine with me. Like you said, I get to have her whenever I want." Adam said as he ran his hand over my cheek, as he let go of my throat.

◆

I feel so full as the two of them fucked me. Adam and I have only ever used toys to do this, but this, this is much different.

They were fucking me at two different speed.

Matt was fucking into my ass, slowly as he tried to savour this moment.

Adam is fucking me like a mad man. Trying to show his boss, that he owns my body as he forces orgasm after orgasm from my body, and I all I could do is lay there, between the two of them, moaning their names over and over again as they used my body to get off.

"Should have asked to join you once a week." Matt groaned, making Adam almost growl in jealousy.

"This is the only time you get to fuck her." Adam reminded her.

"Don't remind me." Matt said before he fucked up into me faster.

Their voices faded as I came once more, my body shaking at how intense it was.

Adam pulled out of me, standing on the bed as best as he could, jerking his cock off as I opened my mouth, and he placed the tip on my tongue just as he came, loudly.

I swallowed it as fast as I could, not wanting to waste a single drop.

"Did she just? Oh fuck. That is hot." Matt pushed me to the side, so he could roll out from under me, jerking his cock as fast as he could.

"Get on your knees." He demanded and I got on the floor, doing as he asked.

"Keep your mouth open." Was all the Dean of the school said before he loudly groaned my name, as he jerked his cock off over my face, my eyes closing just as the first rope hit my cheek.

I groaned as some hit my tongue, wanting to taste him, but I didn't move, not until he said so.

"Shit, so good for us. Swallow." And I did, groaning at the taste of him.

"You had your fun, now get out." Adam said as he wiped my face off with a towel.

"Oh come on. You invited me to your place Adam, and now you are kicking me out."

"You said one time Matt." Was all Adam said as I looked between the two of them.

Matt sighed and got dressed, and as he left, I wondered how the hell I could make this happen again.

[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]

Wasted On You | Hangman A.P.

Summary: Hangman reflects on a failed relationship.

Author's Note: Did ya one better @new-zealand-chic . Morgan Wallen x Hangman mash. 😂 I sometimes write what I'm going through. Please don't read too much into this. 🫶

Hangman Adam Page Masterlist

Taglist: @theworldofotps @smallestsnarkestgirl @bullet-clubs-bitch @magicalbuttertarts

Hangman groaned at the sunlight shining on his face through the window. He moved his arm over his eyes to block the sun. With sleep evading him, he decided to go about his day. The first thing he did was pour himself a drink.

The lonely feeling ate at him first thing this morning. No one was cuddled up to him in bed. No text message waiting for him, wishing him a good night or morning. Hell, he wondered if his friends knew if he was alive or not.

His mind drifted off to his ex-girlfriend, who betrayed him. His grip on his glass tightened. Teeth grit together as he remembered how she betrayed him. Now, she was afraid to explain herself or even apologize. She hid behind her screen because she never liked confrontation. It's funny to him how she liked to cause so many problems.

Hangman sighed in annoyance. He hated when he thought about her again. He already wasted so much on her. All of the time and all of the money. All the times he made himself available for the lying woman. All the points he almost cost himself to go see her. This was all a waste. She was a waste.

When they first started talking, he was convinced she was different. Despite how she acted, his heart wouldn't listen to his head. He was always stuck on someone with a victim mentality. Looks like he had to learn the hard way again.

He took another shot to get her out of his mind. No more thinking about her. No more waiting for an explanation or an apology. It wasn't going to come. She was going to hide behind her phone and new man. Coward.

Hangman opened the door to his closet. All the stuff she ever bought him now lay wasting away on his closet floor. He still wondered what to do with the stuff. The things she had him buy for her birthday while she was stabbing him in the back. The trash had crossed his mind. Maybe even a bonfire or two. He could post it online. The woman had the audacity to still watch all his social media accounts.

He closed the closet door. After slipping on his boots, he grabbed his car keys. Hangman vowed to himself that once he passed the threshold, there would be no more thoughts on her. He had already wasted so much on her. This was a new chapter.

[marq-lynch]

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Card #1 - Wrestledream - (Softer/New Relationship)

Love is a Weakness - Love is regarded as a negative influence.

Cupid's Arrow - Falling in love personified by the love god, Cupid.

Rivalry as Courtship - A romance that stems from two characters' rivalry.

I Didn't Mean to Turn You On - Unintentionally making someone fall in love with you.

Laugh of Love - The tendency to laugh when in the presence of your love interest.

Unresolved Sexual Tension - Two characters are obviously attracted to each other, but they never act on their feelings.

Inconvenient Attraction - A character falls in love when they'd rather not.

No Challenge = No Satisfaction - I'm only happy when there's a challenge!

How Dad Met Mom - Come around, kids, this is the story of how your father and I fell in love.

Puppy Love - Romance between pre-pubescent children. [Note: This is on the list because of Swerve's famous playlist choice to include 'Awaken, My Love' for the Deathmatch, which includes the line 'So This isn't just Puppy Love'. Like all prompts on these cards, interpret as you see fit.]

Love at First Punch - Falling in love with somebody who beat you up.

Forgotten First Meeting - Forgetting that you first met your love interest long ago.

Best Her to Bed Her - A man must defeat a strong woman in combat if he wishes to romance her.

Crazy in the Head, Crazy in the Bed - A character is eccentric or outright insane, which makes them more appealing in the romantic and sexual sense.

Card #2 - Full Gear - (Violently Horny Vampire Vibes)

Stalker with a Crush - A character who follows the person they're in love with everywhere.

Stalker without a Crush - Whose obsession is unrelated to romantic or sexual feelings.

Too Much Alike - When applied to romantic relationships (or, less commonly, friendships). Two people break apart because they're too similar to each other; their shared traits clash and/or they have the same traits they don't like in themselves.

It's Personal - It sure is. You hurt someone dear to me. Now I'm gonna fucking kill you!

In Love with Your Carnage - A villainous or morally ambiguous character falls for someone because of their violent tendencies.

Breaking and Bloodsucking - Vampires break into bedrooms to attack women.

Hemo Erotic - A fetish for biting and drinking blood.

Must Be Invited - A supernatural creature cannot enter a dwelling without permission from the homeowners.

Yandere - They're so in love with somebody that they'll murder anybody who stands in their way.

Yandere Couple - Two people driven murderous with love end up together.

Combat Sadomasochist - Someone who enjoys both inflicting harm on (and also receiving harm from) other people.

I Hate You, Vampire Dad - Hating someone who turned you into a monster.

It's Not You, It's My Enemies - Being with your lover puts them in harm's way.

Consuming Passion - Cannibalism with sexy undertones.

Red String of Fate - Two characters are bound by fate to be together.

Arch-Enemy - The main villain of the story is usually (though not necessarily always) the primary nemesis of the main hero.

Interplay of Sex and Violence - Violence and sex happening around the same time as each other, or even using violence as foreplay.

Card #3 - Revolution Through All In - (Angst Vibes)

Came Back with a Vengeance - You ruined my life and sent me away to rot in exile, but I'm back with new skills, a new identity, and a meticulous plan to destroy everything you love.

The Mistress - A woman whom a married man cheats on his wife with.

I Gave My Word - May indicate Honor Before Reason.

Wanting Is Better Than Having - Once you've gotten all that you've wanted, life becomes boring and unrewarding.

Career Versus Man - A woman must give up her career if she gets married.

Awful Wedded Life - An unhappy and dreary marriage.

Reformed, but Rejected - A villain seeking redemption finds that no one trusts them.

Daddy Had a Good Reason for Abandoning You - A parent gives an excuse for why they left their child.

Descent into Addiction - A character's story arc involves them becoming dependent on a substance.

Am I Just a Toy to You? - A character confronts the other about how serious they think their relationship is.

Motive Decay - A villain gradually discards the reasons why they became evil in the first place, either losing their sympathy if they keep at it or give up their villainy after no longer caring about their Freudian Excuse

The Perils of Being the Best - Being The Ace has many prices to pay.

Success As Revenge - The best way to repay you for what you've done to me is by living a good life while you end up being miserable.

Accomplice by Inaction - You did nothing to save me from injustice even though you could. Therefore, I'm gonna end you!

Off the Wagon - A recovering alcoholic starts drinking again.

Card #4 - All Out - (Burning Romance)

Rationalizing the Overkill - My revenge ended up going too far/causing collateral damage, but it was well worth it!

Devoted to You - A character who inspires obsessive devotion in those around them.

Victory Is Boring - A character succeeds, but doesn't know what to do afterwards.

Destructive Romance - A deeply unhappy and dysfunctional romantic relationship (sometimes to the point of being abusive).

Fate Drives Us Together - If two people keep encountering each other, it means they're meant to be together.

Ignored Epiphany - A villain considers redeeming themselves, then decides not to.

Loving a Shadow - Falling in love with the ideal of someone rather than the actual person.

Vengeance Feels Empty - I've successfully gotten my revenge... now I have no idea what to do.

Fully-Embraced Fiend - Someone turned into a vampire decides to embrace their transformation rather than fight it.

Grand Romantic Gesture - A big, elaborate event done for someone to show your love for them.

Conducting the Carnage - So what if the world is ending? I'm just going to stand here and move my hands like a conductor. Whatever.

He Who Fights Monsters - Because of my goal for revenge, I've become just like the bastard who harassed me. Good.

Fanatical Fire - YOU SHALL BURN!!!!

Flames of Love - Fire represents the passion in a relationship.

Burn Baby Burn - Destroying something with fire for a dramatic disposal.

[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.

[theworldofotps]

12 Days of Hickeys (Drabble)

Pairing: Adam Page x OC Melissa Word Counter: 617 Description: Reader has spent the last eleven days leaving hickeys on Adam leading up to Christmas.

Had this idea in the drafts since last Christmas and since today is the birthday of one of my favorite people ever I thought it was perfect for her birthday fic. @melissahausen Happy birthday babes I hope your day is fabulous and this next year is better than the last. Love you _____ Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist​ @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @99hook @madhatterbri @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @surdelcielo @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @terrortwinunicorn @alyyaanna @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @mcreignsera @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars @thatnerdwriter​ @sjwrites22​ If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ______ Melissa had made it her playful mission to keep Adam blushing and flustered over the past eleven days. It was her own way of counting down to Christmas, teasing and showing her affection in a way only the two of them understood. Every day leading up to Christmas, she’d leave a hickey in some hidden spot on his body. A little reminder of her love that he had to strategically conceal before stepping into the AEW ring.

Today was the twelfth day, the last in her mischievous streak. Adam was lying on their shared bed, scrolling through his phone while Melissa watched him from across the room. She couldn’t help but smile at how effortlessly handsome he looked even in this moment. His messy hair and relaxed posture a far cry from the confident cowboy persona he donned in the ring.

“Adammm."

She called, her tone sweet and teasing as she tried to get his attention.

He looked up, one eyebrow raised a knowing smirk on his face.

“What’s up, babe?”

Melissa crossed the room, climbing onto the bed to straddle his waist. He set his phone aside, already grinning as he rested his hands on her hips.

“You look like you’re up to no good."

He remarked, though his eyes gleamed with fondness.

“I might be.”

She admitted, leaning down so her face was inches from his.

“It’s the last day of my little tradition so I have to make it count.”

Adam chuckled, his hands tightening slightly on her hips.

“You’ve been making it pretty hard to explain myself in the locker room, you know that? I think Max caught a glimpse of the one on my shoulder yesterday.”

Melissa smirked in amusement her eyes playful.

“Good. Let them wonder.”

Her fingers trailed up his chest, and she leaned in to press a soft kiss against his neck.

“Now hold still. I want this one to be the best one.”

He tilted his head slightly, giving her better access, a low hum of approval escaping his lips as she began her work. Her lips pressed against his skin with deliberate pressure, alternating between kisses and gentle nips that sent shivers through him. She took her time, ensuring the mark she left was bold and impossible to miss.

When she pulled back to admire her handiwork, a proud grin spread across her face.

“There we go it's perfect.”

Adam craned his neck to glance at the spot in the mirror on the bedside table. It was just below his jawline, a deep, unmistakable mark. He groaned playfully.

“You really went all out, huh? How am I supposed to hide this one?”

“That’s the point babe."

Melissa teased, sitting back and crossing her arms.

“I want everyone to know you’re mine.”

He laughed, pulling her down into his arms.

“As if there’s any doubt about that. You’re lucky I think your little game is cute.”

Melissa nestled against him, her heart swelling with affection.

“You love it, and you love me.”

“Can’t argue with that honestly."

He murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“But you know I’m gonna have to wrestle with a bandana or something now.”

She laughed looking at him in amusement.

“Then you’d better make it part of your gimmick. Call it the ‘Melissa Special.’”

Adam chuckled, shaking his head.

“You’re impossible you know that?"

“And you wouldn’t have me any other way we both know it.”

Melissa said, her voice soft but filled with conviction.

He held her close, the warmth between them a perfect contrast to the chill of the winter outside. No matter how much teasing and trouble she brought into his life, Adam wouldn’t trade Melissa’s love for anything.