#adam page fanfiction

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

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

[midwestmade29]

Wildcard🃏

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

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

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

Written from Hangman's POV 🙂

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

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

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

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

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

•••

I need to see you. Are you here?

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

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

•••

Yes. Marriott next to the arena. Room 3412.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I look more like your what, Y/N?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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.

[rootedinrevisions]

Masterlist: WWE & Professional Wrestling

Step into the ring with my collection of professional wrestling stories! Most of my writing here is centered around the superstars of WWE, but you'll also find a few pieces featuring wrestlers from other promotions.

Whether you're a fan of the drama, athleticism, or the larger-than-life personalities in the squared circle, there’s something here for you. From intense rivalries to behind-the-scenes moments, I hope you enjoy these tales of wrestling’s finest. 💥(UPDATED 12.1.24)

ADAM COLE

Man Enough (Adam x Reader)

As the crowd cheers, you're focused on capturing the perfect shot of Drew's victory at NXT Takeover Brooklyn III, but the energy shifts when Adam Cole makes his shocking debut, attacking Drew from behind. You’ve seen Adam’s work before, but seeing him in person, up close, stirs something new in you. His confidence, his presence—it’s magnetic. As he stands over Drew, holding the championship belt, he catches your eye, and for a brief moment, your breath hitches. Later, backstage, Adam approaches you, his charm as undeniable as his performance. His teasing banter leaves you flustered, though you try to brush it off. But as he walks away, you realize that this won’t be the last time he’ll leave you feeling this way.

PART 1 I PART 2

ADAM PAGE

Unspoken (Adam x Reader)

What started as a casual birthday dinner with friends quickly took an unexpected turn the moment Adam sat next to you, his presence impossible to ignore. Drinks flowed, conversation sparked, and before long, you found yourself on the dance floor, the tension between you growing with each beat. He teased you with subtle touches and whispered words that sent your mind racing, yet you kept him at arm’s length, enjoying the game just as much as he did. By the time the night wound down, you assumed he’d let it go—until you returned to your hotel and saw him waiting by your door, eyes dark with intent. FLUFF.

DAMIAN PRIEST

Playing With Fire (Damian x Reader)

When a lingering injury leaves you sidelined from the WWE ring, you find yourself with far too much time on your hands. And what better way to fill that time than by teasing your fellow superstar, Damian Priest? Wearing his shirt, flaunting a dangerously short skirt, and pushing every button you know will get under his skin, you enjoy the game—until Damian decides he’s had enough. With patience wearing thin and his control slipping, Damian flips the script, and suddenly, it’s not a game anymore. Now, you’re playing with fire, and the real question is: how much heat can you handle?

PART 1 I PART 2

Up in the Air (Damian x Reader)

When WWE superstars find themselves with a rare day off, Rhea Ripley seizes the opportunity to play matchmaker at a local festival. As she drags her friends to food trucks, rides, and games, the sparks between you and Damian Priest begin to fly. With Rhea’s clever nudges and a series of comical misadventures, you and Damian are thrust into close quarters—sharing food, laughter, and unexpected moments of connection. But when a hot air balloon ride leaves you suspended high above the fairground, the thrill of the day turns into something deeper. FLUFF.

Perfectly Imperfect Proposal (Damian x Reader)

Damian has the perfect plan to ask his girlfriend to marry him. But what happens when nothing goes right and the universe throws a wrench in his plans? A perfectly imperfect proposal. FLUFF.

JEY USO

Oh Shut Up (Jey x Reader)

Jey Uso finds himself drawn back into the Bloodline’s chaos to protect his family’s legacy. But his girlfriend isn’t afraid to call him out, challenging his decision and testing the boundaries of their relationship. Tension rises, tempers flare, and sparks fly as Jey proves he’s always in control—even when the lines between passion and power blur. ANGST. SMUT KIND OF.

ROMAN REIGNS

The Tribal Pull (Roman x Reader)

You are a young, ambitious intern who is beginning her six month stint with WWE. Your only focus is making a lasting impression to jumpstart your career - until you catch the eye of Roman Reigns, the dominant and enigmatic Tribal Chief. What starts as professional interactions quickly turns into something more, as Roman's attention becomes impossible to ignore, and the lines between business and personal interactions blur. With each encounter, the tension between you rises, leading to a moment of no return when circumstances force them to confront their undeniable chemistry.

PART 1 I PART 2 I PART 3

[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

[coleskingdom]

I Wonder

Adam Page x F reader

Minors DNI NSFW

For @midwestmade29

@madhatterbri

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]

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.

[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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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

[midwestmade29]

Cowboy Hat 🤠

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

You guessed it, this story is smut 😌

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

Anger, seduction, mild cursing, unprotected sex.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do I ever?” you asked rhetorically.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Christ, Y/N! You feel so good!”

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

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

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

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

“So, do you forgive me?” you teased.

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

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

“Really? What about?” you asked apprehensively.

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

Yeehaw 🤠

[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."

[rootedinrevisions]

Unspoken

SUMMARY: What started as a casual birthday dinner with friends quickly took an unexpected turn the moment Adam sat next to you, his presence impossible to ignore. Drinks flowed, conversation sparked, and before long, you found yourself on the dance floor, the tension between you growing with each beat. He teased you with subtle touches and whispered words that sent your mind racing, yet you kept him at arm’s length, enjoying the game just as much as he did. By the time the night wound down, you assumed he’d let it go—until you returned to your hotel and saw him waiting by your door, eyes dark with intent.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This one is a special one I wrote for one of my favorite people in the world @thedeboniardevistation HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAUTIFUL! I hope you like it!

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT.

The restaurant is dimly lit, its warm amber glow reflecting off the polished wood tables and cushioned chairs. The hum of conversation fills the air, laughter bouncing between the walls. It’s your birthday, and your closest friends have gathered to celebrate. You’d been looking forward to a night of relaxation, away from the hectic schedules and adrenaline of the ring.

As the waitress leads your group to a large round table, you glance around, spotting Adam Page—“Hangman” to most people—just behind you. He’s already smiling in that easygoing way that makes his eyes soften beneath the brim of his cowboy hat. You nod at him, casually assuming he’s just another one of the group tonight. After all, you and Adam talk often backstage, but your interactions have always felt friendly—nothing more.

You take a seat and moments later, Adam pulls out the chair next to yours. The motion feels casual enough to you, but when you glance up, you notice a couple of the others exchanging glances. You brush it off, not thinking much of it, and focus on the menu in front of you.

“Got any favorites here?” Adam’s deep voice asks, drawing your attention. His Southern drawl rolls off the words effortlessly, as if every sentence he speaks belongs in a country song.

You shrug, looking over the menu. “I’ve been here a few times, but I think I’ll try something new tonight.”

His gaze lingers a little too long, though you’re oblivious to it, focused on what you’re going to eat. Adam, however, can’t help but notice how your hair frames your face under the soft light, and he’s trying really hard not to let his eyes drift down your body. You’re always on his mind, whether it’s during work when he catches a glimpse of you talking to someone else or when he’s alone in his hotel room at night, wishing he could pull you into his arms.

He’s gotten pretty good at hiding it, or at least he thinks so. But tonight is different. Tonight, he’s sitting close enough that his knee brushes yours under the table, and that small contact alone makes his chest tighten.

The conversation flows easily among your group as drinks and appetizers are ordered. Adam’s voice dips in and out, answering questions here and there, but you notice he’s quieter than usual. Still, whenever you glance over at him, he’s got that relaxed smile, like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

You laugh at a joke one of your friends cracks, nudging Adam lightly in the process. “Did you hear that?”

He chuckles, though he’s not entirely sure what he’s laughing at. His attention is split between trying to act normal and fighting the urge to reach out and rest his hand on your knee—just to see if you’d look at him differently, if you’d feel the same fire in his touch as he feels every time he’s near you.

“Yeah, yeah, I heard,” he responds, shaking his head. “You’ve got quite the crew here tonight.”

You smirk. “Of course, I only bring the best out for my birthday.”

It’s that smile that undoes him every single time. The way your lips curve, the way your eyes light up—it’s like a punch to the gut. Adam has felt this way for months, though he hasn’t had the nerve to act on it. You, meanwhile, have been completely unaware of the yearning looks he shoots your way when he thinks no one’s watching.

Everyone else sees it, though. They’ve caught the way he moves just a little closer to you backstage, the way his entire face softens whenever you enter a room. But you? You seem to chalk it up to him being friendly, as if Adam Page hasn’t been harboring some serious feelings for you for nearly a year now.

The dinner progresses smoothly, the table alive with chatter and laughter, but Adam stays close. His arm brushes yours now and again, sometimes intentional, sometimes not, and each time he feels the warmth of your skin through his sleeve, it takes everything in him to play it cool.

As the night wears on and dessert is served, one of your friends leans over with a smirk. “So, what’s the plan for the rest of the night? We hitting up a bar or something?”

You grin. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

Adam leans back in his chair, eyes fixed on you even as you direct your attention elsewhere. He can’t help but wonder what you’d do if he pulled you aside tonight, told you how he really feels. Would you laugh it off, thinking he’s just joking around? Or would you stare at him in that way that makes his knees go weak, and tell him you’ve been waiting for him to say something all along?

“Guess I’ll tag along,” he says, his voice lower than usual.

You glance at him, grinning. “You sure you don’t have some wild cowboy plans tonight?”

He chuckles, but there’s a rough edge to it. “No plans better than celebrating your birthday.”

His words come out so smoothly, you don’t think twice about them, though the others exchange glances again. It’s not lost on them that Adam rarely, if ever, makes plans with anyone outside of work. And yet, here he is, sitting next to you all night, showing no intention of leaving your side.

As the group begins to gather their things, preparing to head out, you stand up and stretch. “Alright, time to go.”

Adam gets up too, his gaze trailing over you before he pulls his hat down lower over his eyes. If anyone noticed how tense he’s been tonight, they don’t say anything, though you catch the way one of your friends gives him a knowing smirk as the two of you walk side by side out of the restaurant.

The bar is dimly lit, quieter than the average nightlife spot, but still lively with a low hum of conversation and the occasional clink of glasses. It’s laid-back, the kind of place where jeans fit in just as easily as leather jackets and relaxed smiles. A cozy lounge with a polished wood bar and soft music—not quite honkytonk but with enough of a country undercurrent to keep the vibe friendly.

After dinner, your group spills into the place, a few of your friends immediately claiming a booth while others head to the bar to order drinks. You’re standing by the entrance, looking around the room, when Adam appears by your side, his hand gently brushing your elbow.

“I’ll get your first drink,” he offers, his voice smooth but that Southern accent slipping in, adding a lazy warmth to the words.

You smile up at him. “Thanks, Adam. I’ll take whatever you’re having.”

He grins, tipping his hat slightly before heading toward the bar. Your eyes follow him without thinking, taking in the way his jeans fit snugly over his frame. But before you can start to wonder why you’re staring, one of your friends sidles up to you, nudging your side with a knowing smile.

“So, Adam’s here, huh?” she teases.

You laugh lightly. “Yeah, I mean, he was invited, too.”

She raises an eyebrow, her voice dropping just a little as she leans in. “You think he’s single? Or is he seeing someone?”

The question catches you off guard. You blink, processing it for a moment. Adam Page? Seeing someone? For some reason, the idea of him with another woman makes your chest feel tight, though you don’t know why.

You fumble for a response. “Uh… I’m not sure.”

Your friend shrugs, her eyes flicking over to where Adam is standing at the bar, his cowboy hat slightly tilted back as he chats with the bartender. “He’s pretty hot. Think it’d be cool if I, you know, hit on him?”

A strange sensation rolls through you, like a spark of something unwelcome. The image of her cozying up to Adam, flirting, maybe even going home with him tonight—it unsettles you in a way you can’t quite name. You’re not possessive of him. He’s not yours. You don’t even have feelings for him… right?

But still, you hear yourself saying, “I think… he might be seeing someone.”

Your friend looks surprised, raising an eyebrow. “Really? Who?”

You hesitate for a beat, knowing you don’t have a good answer. “I’m not sure. He doesn’t talk about it much.” It’s a half-lie, but it’s enough to stop her from pursuing the idea further. Inside, though, you can’t help but wonder why you said it—why the thought of Adam with someone else stirred something deep within you.

As if on cue, Adam returns, two drinks in hand. He hands one to you, his fingers brushing against yours for a split second longer than necessary. You ignore the flutter in your stomach as you take a sip, the cool liquid sliding down your throat.

“Thanks,” you say, giving him a small smile.

Adam’s eyes linger on yours for a moment before he nods toward the small dance floor in the corner of the bar. “Wanna dance?”

Your friends are still scattered around the lounge, deep in their own conversations, and the music is soft enough that dancing seems more like an intimate thing than a group activity. But something in Adam’s tone makes it impossible to say no.

“Sure,” you reply, setting your drink down on the nearest table.

He leads you toward the floor, and at first, it’s easy. The two of you start dancing with a respectable distance between your bodies, the movements casual and unassuming. You let yourself relax into the rhythm, laughing at something he says about how out of practice he is when it comes to dancing. It’s fun, lighthearted… until it’s not.

The space between you starts to shrink, bit by bit. His arm brushes against yours. His knee bumps into yours. And soon, the soft beat of the music seems to guide you closer together, until there’s barely a breath of space left between you.

You’re facing him now, your bodies moving in sync as the rest of the world blurs around you. It’s as if everything else fades, leaving only the two of you on this dance floor. His hands find your waist, pulling you closer as you let yourself lean into the warmth of his body.

And then, almost without thinking, you turn around, your back pressing against his chest, the curve of your hips brushing against him as you move to the beat. You feel him still for a moment, the air between you thickening. His hands settle on your waist, his fingers gripping just a little tighter.

You arch your back, pressing into him further. He lets out a low chuckle, and you feel the rumble of it against your spine.

“You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear.

You swallow hard, a shiver running down your spine. “What do you mean?”

Adam leans in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You act all innocent and look so sweet, but I know what a dirty mind you really have.”

The words send a thrill through you, heat pooling low in your belly. He’s always been good at getting under your skin, but this? This is different. This is something you can’t ignore.

His grip on your waist tightens as he pulls you against him, the hard line of his body pressing into yours. “You know what you’re doing to me, darlin’,” he whispers, his voice low and rough.

You bite your lip, tilting your head back just enough to catch his eye. “Maybe I do.”

Adam’s breath hitches, and for a moment, neither of you move, the tension between you crackling like electricity.

“You’re coming home with me tonight,” he says, and it’s not a question.

Your heart skips a beat, the heat between you burning hotter. But you’re not ready to give in just yet. You turn your head slightly, giving him a challenging smile. “I don’t like being told what to do,” you murmur, “unless I’m naked and underneath you.”

A slow grin spreads across his face, his eyes dark with want. “That can be arranged.”

Your heart is pounding in your chest as Adam’s words hang in the air, thick with desire. His hands are still resting on your waist, holding you close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off him. For a split second, you’re tempted to just give in—to let the night end exactly the way he’s suggesting. But then, a playful glint sparks in your eyes.

You take a small step away from him, turning to face him fully. The slight distance between your bodies makes his hands fall from your waist, and you can feel the surprise in his eyes as you smirk up at him.

“Maybe,” you say, your tone light and teasing, but with just enough edge to keep him guessing. “But you’re going to have to work a little harder than that, cowboy.”

Adam raises an eyebrow, a slow smile curling his lips as he watches you, clearly not expecting that response. “Oh, am I now?” he says, his voice rich with amusement.

“Mm-hmm,” you hum, turning away with a little shrug as if the heat between you hadn’t just spiked moments ago. You flash him a quick, challenging look over your shoulder. “You’ll have to prove you can keep up.”

Before he can respond, you slip through the crowd of your friends and back toward the booth where your drinks sit, leaving Adam standing there with a grin tugging at his mouth. You can feel his eyes on you as you move, and you love it—the way the tension is still there, but now it’s a game.

You rejoin the group with a carefree smile, plopping down in the booth and taking a sip of your drink like nothing out of the ordinary just happened. But one of your friends isn’t so easily fooled.

“So…” she begins, sliding into the seat next to you, her voice low with curiosity. “What was that about?”

You blink, feigning innocence. “What was what about?”

She gives you a look, clearly not buying it. “You and Adam. I swear, the two of you looked like you were about to combust on the dance floor. And don’t think I didn’t notice the way he’s been eyeing you all night.”

You take another sip of your drink, glancing at her with a coy smile. “We’re just dancing.”

Your friend snorts. “Yeah, and I’m a professional ballerina.” She nudges your arm. “Come on, you can’t tell me you don’t feel something between you two.”

You hesitate, your mind replaying the way Adam’s body had pressed against yours, the way his breath had tickled your ear, the way his words had sent a shiver through you. Something about him always gets under your skin, but admitting that to anyone—even yourself—feels like giving up control. And you like being in control.

“I don’t know,” you say, your voice softening. “He’s… I mean, it’s just Adam. We’re coworkers.”

Your friend raises an eyebrow. “That doesn’t mean there can’t be something more.”

Before you can respond, the man himself saunters back over to the table, his presence unmistakable. He catches your eye with that same easy smile, but there’s a glimmer of determination now—a spark that tells you he’s ready to rise to your challenge.

He sits back down next to you, just close enough that your knees bump under the table. “What’d I miss?” Adam asks, his voice low, but there’s an unmistakable playfulness behind it. You can feel his energy, the way he’s waiting for your next move.

Your friend gives you a knowing look before sliding out of the booth to go join some of the others. You’re alone with Adam again, and the air around you feels charged.

“Just talking,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady, though the proximity of him is already doing things to your composure. “About how you might need to step up your game if you’re planning on taking anyone home tonight.”

Adam’s eyes gleam with interest, and he leans in, just enough that his voice drops to that deep, rumbling tone that always seems to get to you. “You know,” he says, his lips curving into a grin, “I think you like making me work for it.”

“Maybe,” you say with a shrug, not looking at him but instead focusing on the rim of your glass. “But isn’t that part of the fun?”

His hand slides casually along the back of the booth, brushing your shoulder. It’s a small gesture, but it sends a spark of heat through you. “For you, maybe,” he murmurs, his voice lower now. “But darlin’, I’m a man who knows what he wants. And what I want—” His words trail off as he leans in a little closer, his lips brushing against your ear just enough to make you shiver. “—is you.”

The words send a thrill racing through you, but you’re not about to give in so easily. You turn your head slightly, your lips almost grazing his cheek as you meet his gaze. “Like I said… you’re going to have to work a little harder than that.”

Adam chuckles, a deep, warm sound that sends heat rolling through you. “I’m up for the challenge,” he says softly, his hand brushing yours under the table. “And something tells me you want me to win.”

Before you can respond, a few of your friends make their way back to the table, oblivious to the tension radiating between you and Adam. As the night goes on, the playful banter continues, your friends exchanging knowing glances as they catch on to the back-and-forth. They may not know the details, but it’s clear to them that something’s brewing between you two.

But for now, you’re content to let Adam chase. You can feel his eyes on you, the way his gaze lingers when you laugh, the way he watches you when you talk to the others. And every now and then, you meet his stare, the silent challenge still hanging in the air.

By the end of the night, you know the game isn’t over—not by a long shot. You stand up to leave, giving Adam a quick glance over your shoulder as your friends start saying their goodbyes.

“Maybe next time,” you say, your voice soft but teasing as you catch his eye one last time.

Adam smirks, tipping his cowboy hat with a slow nod. “I’ll hold you to that.”

As you walk out of the bar, your heart races with anticipation. You don’t know when the next move will come, but one thing’s for sure—you’re not done playing this game with Adam Page just yet.

As the night winds down, you part ways with your friends, your laughter lingering in the cool night air as everyone says their goodbyes. Adam had stayed back at the bar with a few of the others, sharing a few more drinks and swapping stories. You can’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment as you glance back, noticing that he hadn’t even made a move to leave with you. Had he given up the chase?

It stings a little more than you want to admit. After everything tonight—the playful back-and-forth, the heat that simmered between you, the unspoken promises—you thought for sure he’d try harder, push just a little further. But maybe this was just a game to him after all.

With a small sigh, you make your way back to your hotel. The elevator ride up to your floor feels oddly quiet, the lingering buzz of the night fading. You’re almost embarrassed at how much you’d let yourself get swept up in the idea of Adam wanting you. He did want you, didn’t he? Or had you just imagined it all?

You fumble with your keycard, trying to shake the thoughts from your mind as you step off the elevator and head toward your room. The hallway is dimly lit, and the sound of your footsteps echo off the walls as you near your door. All you can think about now is sinking into bed, forgetting the flutter in your chest every time Adam looked at you tonight.

But then, you see him.

Leaning casually against the wall right next to your door, arms crossed, that signature cowboy hat pulled low over his eyes. His dark jeans cling to his legs, and the black bandana around his neck is the final touch to his laid-back but unmistakably commanding presence. His eyes flick up to meet yours as you approach, and you freeze.

He’s been waiting for you.

“Adam?” you ask, your voice laced with surprise and confusion. You stop a few steps short of your door, your pulse quickening at the sight of him. “What…what are you doing here?”

Adam uncrosses his arms, pushing off the wall with the ease of someone who’s completely in control. He takes a slow, deliberate step toward you, his gaze never leaving yours.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you walk away that easy, did you?” he drawls, his Southern accent making every word sound like a lazy promise.

Your heart skips a beat as he closes the distance between you. The hallway feels smaller now, the air between you heavy with anticipation. You had been so sure that he was done, that the game had ended. But here he is, standing just inches away from you, and the heat that had simmered between you all night suddenly flares back to life.

“You looked like you were having fun back there,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant as you gesture vaguely toward the direction of the bar. “I didn’t think you’d—”

“Didn’t think I’d what?” he interrupts, his voice low and gravelly as he takes another step closer. “Come after you?”

Your breath catches in your throat. The way he’s looking at you now—it’s not just playful anymore. There’s something more in his eyes, something deeper, and you can feel it pulling you in.

“I thought maybe you’d given up,” you admit, your voice barely a whisper now.

Adam’s eyes darken, his jaw tightening as if he’s weighing his next words carefully. Then, without warning, his hand reaches out, gently tilting your chin up so that you’re forced to meet his gaze. His touch is firm but careful, the rough pads of his fingers sending a shiver through you.

“Darlin’,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing lightly along your jawline. “When it comes to you, I don’t give up that easy.”

You swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest as his words sink in. There’s no escaping the intensity of the moment now, no brushing off the tension between you as just a bit of harmless fun. It’s real. And it’s right in front of you.

Your eyes flick to his lips for a brief second, the temptation overwhelming, but you manage to hold back. You can’t let him see how much you want him… at least not yet. So, instead, you give him a small, teasing smile and step back just enough to break his touch.

“Still,” you say, tilting your head coyly. “You’re going to have to work harder than that.”

Adam’s expression shifts, amusement dancing in his eyes as he watches you pull away. He chuckles softly, shaking his head as if he’s enjoying every second of this. “You keep sayin’ that,” he says, his voice dropping an octave. “But I think you’re the one who’s been wanting me to catch you all night.”

You don’t answer, but the silence between you is telling enough. You both know what’s happening here, and yet the push and pull makes it all the more intoxicating. Your body is already buzzing with adrenaline, with the promise of what could happen next.

Adam takes a small step forward, crowding your space again. This time, he doesn’t wait for you to pull back. He leans down, his lips so close to your ear that you can feel the warmth of his breath as he speaks.

“I’m not goin’ anywhere tonight,” he whispers, his voice low and rough. “So how about you stop runnin’ and let me in?”

You close your eyes, your pulse quickening as his words wash over you. The desire between you two is undeniable now, and the only question left is how long you’re willing to drag this out.

You open your eyes and turn to face him fully, a slow smile creeping across your lips as you consider your next move. With a deep breath, you finally give him what he’s been waiting for.

“Okay, cowboy,” you say softly, your voice barely more than a whisper. “You win.”

Adam’s eyes flash with triumph, and before you can even process what’s happening, he’s got his arm around your waist, pulling you into him. His lips crash against yours, and everything you’ve been holding back all night suddenly surges to the surface. The kiss is fierce, intense, and you can feel every ounce of the tension that’s been building between you two all night in the way his hands grip your body, in the way he kisses you like he’s been waiting for this moment forever.

When you finally pull back, breathless and flushed, Adam looks down at you, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

“Now that’s more like it,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

You can’t help but laugh, the tension between you shifting from fiery to something lighter, more playful. But the desire is still there, burning under the surface, and you know tonight is far from over.

With a quick swipe of your keycard, you unlock the door to your hotel room and push it open. Adam follows close behind, his presence unmistakable as you both step inside, the door clicking shut behind you.

And just like that, the chase is over. But the night? It’s only just beginning.

The door closes with a soft click behind you, but the sound feels louder, heavier in the quiet space of your hotel room. Adam steps further in, his presence filling the room with a palpable intensity. You don’t say a word, not as you take a few steps back, the carpet soft under your feet, not as you let the tension between you stretch out for just a moment longer.

Adam’s eyes stay on you, dark and heated, as he pulls off his hat, tossing it casually onto the chair by the window. You watch, your heart thundering in your chest, as his fingers tug the black bandana from around his neck, the slow unraveling sending your pulse racing.

“Been waiting for this,” he murmurs, his voice low and rough as he takes a step toward you, closing the gap once again. His words send a shiver down your spine, the reality of the moment settling in now. This isn’t just a game anymore.

It’s happening.

You can feel the shift, the weight of the desire between you pressing in, but there’s no fear. No hesitation. Just the thrill of knowing exactly where this night is going.

Adam reaches for you, his hands firm as they slide around your waist, pulling you into him. Your breath hitches as you feel the solid warmth of his body against yours, his strength undeniable as he cups your face with one hand, his thumb brushing over your cheek.

You tilt your head up to him, your lips parting slightly as your eyes meet his. The tension is electric, buzzing between you, but there’s something else now too—a tenderness, a kind of vulnerability that neither of you has shown until now.

“I’ve wanted you for so damn long,” he murmurs, his voice dropping into that Southern drawl that makes every word sound like a promise. His forehead rests against yours for a moment, his breath mingling with yours, his hands holding you close, like he’s savoring this before taking the final step.

Your heart pounds in your chest, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric of his shirt. You let out a breathless laugh, the nervous excitement bubbling up inside you.

“I didn’t think you were ever going to make a move,” you confess softly, your fingers gripping the material of his shirt as you lean into him.

Adam chuckles, his lips brushing against your temple as his arms tighten around you. “Trust me, darlin’,” he whispers against your skin, his voice thick with heat. “I’ve been dying to.”

And then his lips are on yours again, but this time it’s different. It’s not just a kiss—it’s everything. It’s all the words he hasn’t said, all the looks he’s given you, all the moments where the tension between you threatened to spill over. It’s need and want and raw desire, wrapped up in one fierce, breathless kiss.

Your hands slide up his chest, fingers tangling in his hair as you pull him closer, your body pressed tight against his. Adam’s grip on you is firm, possessive, like he’s been waiting for this moment for longer than he’ll admit. His tongue brushes against your lips, and you part them without hesitation, the kiss deepening as his hands roam your body, exploring every curve, every inch of you that he can reach.

You break the kiss just long enough to pull his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the floor in a messy heap. Adam’s hands follow suit, sliding under your shirt, his fingers grazing the bare skin of your waist, sending a shiver through you. You’re suddenly desperate to feel him against you, to close the distance that’s still between you.

The rest of your clothes come off in a blur of motion, discarded carelessly around the room as the two of you stumble toward the bed. Your back hits the mattress, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the heat building between you as Adam leans over you, his hands braced on either side of your head.

For a moment, he just looks at you—his gaze sweeping over your body, the hunger in his eyes unmistakable. But there’s something more there, too. Something that makes your heart race even faster.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he says, his voice rough with want. His hand slides down your side, his fingers skimming the curve of your waist before gripping your hip, pulling you closer to him. His lips find yours again, softer this time, like he’s savoring the feel of you.

The weight of him above you is intoxicating, every inch of your body buzzing with anticipation as his kisses trail down your neck, his breath hot against your skin. You arch into him, your fingers gripping his shoulders, your mind spinning with how badly you want him.

And then his hands are on you, exploring you in a way that leaves no part of you untouched, no inch of skin ignored. The sensation of his touch is overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body as his lips follow the path his hands have already taken.

It’s almost too much—the way he’s looking at you, the way he’s touching you, the way he’s making you feel like you’re the only person in the world right now. You’re burning for him, aching for him, and when he finally presses into you, it’s like everything falls into place.

The gasp that leaves your lips is swallowed by his kiss, and for a moment, all you can feel is him. The heat, the intensity, the overwhelming sense of rightness that comes with every movement, every sound, every breathless whisper of your name.

Adam moves slowly at first, his hands braced on either side of you as his lips find yours again. But it doesn’t stay slow for long. The tension between you, the months of unspoken desire, the build-up of everything you’ve kept bottled up—it all spills over now, in the way he holds you, in the way his body moves against yours, in the way you respond to him without hesitation.

It’s primal, intense, but there’s a sweetness to it too. The way he presses his forehead to yours, the way he whispers your name like it’s something sacred, the way his hands never stop touching you, even as your bodies move together in a rhythm that feels like it’s been building for so long.

You lose track of time—of everything but him. The world outside the walls of this hotel room doesn’t exist anymore. There’s just Adam, and the way he’s making you feel, and the way you never want this moment to end.

But eventually, it does. And when it does, you’re left breathless, your body still humming with the aftershocks of everything you just shared.

Adam collapses next to you, his chest heaving as he pulls you into his arms, his breath hot against your neck. Neither of you says anything for a long moment, the silence between you filled with the sound of your breathing, the quiet aftermath of what you’ve just crossed.

Finally, Adam speaks, his voice low and rough in your ear.

“Should’ve done that a long time ago,” he murmurs, his hand resting on your hip, holding you close.

You smile, your eyes closing as you snuggle into him, your body still pressed against his. “Yeah,” you whisper, your voice soft and content. “You really should have.”

And just like that, the line between you has been crossed. There’s no going back now. And truth be told, you don’t want to.

[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)

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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.

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WC: 1088

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"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.

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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.

[coleskingdom]

Nights Like These

Adam Page x female reader (Will Ospreay alluded to)

Genre: Angst

@madhatterbri Valentines Day Prompt #5

There’s something about this time of year and Valentines Day in particular that leaves me feeling hollow. No matter how happy I am, the idea of him, what was ,what could’ve been creeps further into my brain.

Staring out at the quiet night my brain takes me back to a night of to much sake and Japanese whiskey, and the decision to drive 4 hours to the next town. That on that drive down the highway , he got behind the drivers seat, and played with my breasts while I drove, his hands teasing my abdomen, but never quite going low enough his lips on my neck. That night he told me he thought he was in love with someone else when we were in his bed, his dick still inside of me. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of the moment. That weekend was spent in a drunken haze as my name still fell from his lips, as he passed out . I was his two am phone call, no matter the time difference, no matter who he was or I was with. I was his safe place, his number one defender,and his sweet girl. The on and off, the chaotic mess that was life, then the sudden stop. The valentines night he looked in my eyes “I’ll always love you, but you are the hardest decision I’d ever have to make and I’ll never be the man you deserve.” the last thing he had ever said to you as he touched my cheek and kissed me on the forehead one last time.

Wiping a tear from my face, irritated that my mind still went there all of these years later. He was now the last world beater, and the best in the world. The fact that he now worked for the same company, the fact that he was happy and in love and the fact you had to see him. There were still looks and glances but no words in private. It hurt like hell to see him , all put together, no longer the mess he had been. I wanted to hate him I needed to hate him but all I could do is hope that he’s happy.

"Sweetheart" the warm southern accent said as Adam came up behind me. "Are you okay? You’ve been out here a while.” I sighed “ Yeah I’m okay. Just been a long day.” He wrapped his arms around me, and I as much as I wanted to lean into him, his strength, his love, his warmth. I just stood there, frozen and lost in my own past. “Goddamn it” he cursed, “ you’re thinking about him again aren’t you? When are you going to let him go? “ I didn’t even deny where my brain was. He handed me his phone “call him, go ahead , see if he picks up , see if he thinks as much about you as you do him.” Tears flowed down my cheeks I sobbed,”No, I don’t want to call him, i don’t want to talk to him. It’s me it’s not him, I wish that.” He cut me off “ I wish that I was good enough, to make you forget the only boy whoever broke your heart” he walked to his truck slammed the door and peeled out of my driveway for the final time.

I sat on my porch watching the taillights fade. I pulled my phone out I should call Adam, I should explain, I should fix this. However the chaotic part of my brain registered the time and the date and wondered if Will would pick up at 2 am on Valentine’s Day.