#my fics; adam hangman page

[daddyhausen]

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 KINKTOBER MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — the confines of the barn could not contain the pleasure the two of you found yourself entwined in

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+, [ MINORS DNI ], caught masturbating, voyerism, riding, praise, male masturbation, multiple orgasms, male + female orgasm, oral sex [ male recieving ], sub!adam, dom!reader [kinda], friends to lovers, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, internal cumshot, vaginal creampie

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 1.8k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x hangman adam page

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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「 TAGLIST 」 — @cosmoholic13 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @adamjf @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980 @igncrxntripley @ripleyswhore @embermdk @thepalaceofmelanie @violetmacher @seeingstarks @kennysbadkitten @darkangelchronicles @ripleyswife @selena-tyler-564 @auburnwrites @biforrollynch

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his soft grunts fluttered from behind the heavy barn door as you listened in eagerly

how his breaths would flow in rapid succession of each other, moans spilling off the tip of his tongue

your eyes met his figure through the chips and cracks in the oak wood,

his large broad figure nestled amongst the bales, the subsequent straws of hay strewn around the dirt floor of the barn

the cowboy’s calloused and work-fatigued hands wrapped firmly around his shaft, pumping the appendage with a desperate need for release.

his chest still donned the flannel you’d seen him in since this morning when he was tending to livestock

the blue complements the pale pink undertones of his skin well, not to mention the soft yet sparse blond of his chest hair.

his chest rose and fell with soft shaky breaths trying and failing, much to his attempts to quiet himself.

adam looked so handsome under the warm glow of the barn lantern, his shadow would dance off the barn wall each time the candle light would flicker.

his golden curls, soft like quelled flames in a soft breeze.

the blues of his eyes matching the aforementioned flannel, widening with pleasure each time his palm ran over his over-sensitive tip.

you did not capture a glance at his size fully, for his forearm obstructing most of your view.

but judging by the comparison of his shaft to his palm, he was more endowed than most men you’d encountered

he pried his hand away for a moment, shuffling out of his jeans until they rested at his knees, the fabric providing slight discomfort and restriction for him

you could not help but continue to watch him as he resumed his movements

stroking himself with such passion it made your own loins yearn for him

already beginning to feel the wetness pool in your panties

his name fell from you lips in frantic moans

however, it was not at the revelation that he was thinking about you in such a state, half naked and ravishing himself

it was more so the fact of how impassioned your name sounded falling from his lips.

“oh fuck, darlin…” he muttered to himself through gritted teeth

it was the catalyst of your downfall

he’d never used a pet name with any of the female ranch hands aside from yourself, let alone such a chivalrous one at that.

if you were more deranged you would have stripped right there and fucked yourself to high heaven just listening to him

you gulped thickly, mouth running dry as he begged for you, pleasing to feel your body upon release

his moans sounded desperate, needy. yearning for your touch

“a-adam?” you questioned, composing yourself as you stepped into view.

“fuck-” the cowboy made a frantic effort to cover himself, haphazardly stuffing his cock back into his jeans

“oh shit, y/n! i didn’t realise you were here”

a heated blush fell to the burly man’s cheeks, cleary embarrassed by the predicament he’d found himself in

he avoided your gaze, still feeling his cock throbbed from having to forcibly edge himself as you sauntered cautiously towards him.

“i uh…i was just coming in to check on the horses” it was a lie, a poorly constructed on at that considering that adam had sent the horses out to pasture a mere hour ago

adam peered around the barn cautiously, only adding to your lie at the emptiness of the stables.

your eyes fell briefly to the sizable bulge still throbbing and haphazardly stuffed back into his jeans

a gulp thickly rose in your throat, only having just seen the appendage mere moments ago.

“i uh…i’m sorry for interrupting i’ll leave now” you stammered over your words, wanting to be rid if this embarrassing encounter sooner rather than later

the situation would have been far for embarrassing oh his part than yours

“w-wait!” he stuttered, his voice seeming far too eager considering the circumstances

you paused, about to high tail it out of the barn

turning back to face him, eyes still wandering downward, cheeks still heated with an awkward warmth

“since you’re here…i could use a little help- only if you’re up for it of course-!”

you caught wind of adam’s proposition, the poor cowboy’s cheeks burned red, still still damp as golden curls clung to his temples

adam had an effect on you, no doubt about that, and you’d be a fool to ignore the constant, persisting wetness in your panties and the dull throb between your thighs

you stepped towards him cautiously, mind still in two places although one side strongly dominated the other

before you knew it, you were on your knees between his thighs, hands placed atop his knees to steady yourself

“y/n-” adam voiced as your hand reached into his jeans, fingertips lightly teasing his sensitive tip. “are you sure?”

“just relax of me, cowboy”

you response was all he needed

the bundles and bales of hay had become rather uncomfortable in his current state, even with the lovely sensation of your palm lazily stroking his cock

he shifted in his position slightly, hips jutting forward with every slow pump of your hand

“sit still” you retort, tongue lightly teasing his tip

“y-yes ma’am” he responded with a small hiss

his tip red and engorged with arousal as it met your tongue

leaving soft licks to his tip, eyeing his reactions, noticing how his lips would part slightly with a pant

tongue wetting his lips with a gasp as your mouth wrapped around his shaft

head slowly bobbing up and down to a silent rhythm, keeping pace as he skinked lower and lower in your throat

“fuck…” he grunted through clenched teeth, your tongue dancing around his shaft

dragging across the veins along the underside of his shaft

nose nestling in the trimmed wiry mound of public hair.

“hold on, fuck- wait darlin’”

adam’s breath caught in his throat, his hand gripping your chin slightly, guiding your head back

your pried your lips from his cock, a soft pop ringing in his ears as you broke contact

you eyes hin curiously, tilting your head to the side lightly with slight intrigue as his breathing stabled

“need to be inside of you…” he hummed through a subtle moan, his cock twitched, still overstimulated and sensitive

you stood up. with an absence of words you slowly began to strip yourself of your clothing,

adam’s eyes followed the movement of your fingers, how they would hook into the belt loops of your jeans, sliding them down with ease

kicking them off with your shoes in the process.

the cornflower blues watched on excitedly, pupils blown with lust and adoration as your shirt soon followed, joining the growing pile of clothes beside your feet

adam gulped, completely enamoured with your barely-covered body. your most intimate ares still covered by your underwear

with slow strides you took your position on his lap, letting his hands roam up your figure

featherlight touches beginning from your hips leading up towards your spine

stopping just below the hooks of your bra, expertly unhooking the apparatus

the simple black material falling down your shoulders, exposing your bare breasts to him

he did not stare at them for too long, not wanting to seem rude of objectifying

but your body was the most beautiful he’d ever had the pleasure of witnessing

closing the gap between the two of you with a passionate kiss

his chest swelled with warmth as your bare breasts pressed against his skin

flesh on flesh seemed the most intimate

adam moaned against your lips, tongue drawing shapes against your bottom lip

his hips gently rutting against your own

the tip of his cock grinding against your clothed cunt

only adding to the wetness in your panties

“easy cowboy” you cooed softly, fingers twirling in his golden curls, gently massaging his scalp

lifting your hips up slightly, still not breaking the kiss as you pried your panties to the side

adam’s hand fell from your hip, slowly guiding his cock into your warmth

throwing his head back as pleasure coursed through him, just as you began to sit down on him

he let out a soft groan, the sensation left him gasping, hands instantly falling back to your hips, guiding your movements

“feel good?’ you whispered against his jawline, leaving breathless open mouth kisses to the patches of blond in his beard

he hummed quietly, craning his head back as you lips sunk lower into the crook of his neck

your hips instinctively began to move, bouncing and gyrating on his cock

feeling him stretch you out with such ease that made your head spin

“oh fuck…” he grunted, his full length buried deep inside your each time you slammed your hips down against his

“so good for me’”

his cock twitched inside your warmth, veins pulsing against your tight walls, drawing out his pleasure

your lips locked with his one more, your own pleasure building in low thrums in your belly

“adam…” you whimpered, cunt clenching around his size “gonna cum…”

“make a mess for me doll” adam’s grunts gre more feverish, as to did his movements

“oh fuck yes, darlin’ drip all over my fuckin’ cock”

the sound of skin against skin filled the air

moans rattling against the thick wooden panels of the barn

adam’s head nestled against your collar bone, muttering sweet praises to the skin as orgasm swelled in his cock

as did your own, your belly tied in knots, skin feverish and warm with arousal

orgasm threatening to spill over any second, gushing like a waterfall around his shaft once it did

your breath quivered in your throat, gasping for air, your lungs felt tight is if they were full of lead

yet your body felt so blissfully numb with pleasure, adam’s cock still fucking deep inside you

“gonna fill you up, doll” adam whispered not your skin, your body limp against his, allowing him to ruin you with every thrust.

his movements grew sloppy, his thrusts far and few in between as he filled you up

hot droplets of white leaking down his shaft as he finished

your cunt milking his length with every sweet clench and pulse

his body tensed, emptying the remainder of his warmth deep into you

soon relaxing once the high had subsided

you traced the indents of his skin lazily as he slowly regained his breath

over the little scars and bruises he’d accumulated over the years from working at the ranch

“think anyone heard us?’ adam questioned amongst the silence

“nah, most of them are with the cattle at the moment” you placed a small kiss to adam’s broad chest, just below the collarbone

adam smiled sweetly at the gesture

“in that case, how about we go another round hmm?”

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[0dahv11ng]

and what if i told yall im trying to write a prohibition era the elite/bcc fic. then what.

[adampage]

Rapport Growth & Decay

Link to Ao3 (Ch. 1)

Pairing: Hangman/Renee (don't yell at me please i'll cry)

Word Count: 3,246

Summary: Cowboy is lonesome, on'ry, and mean.

[bang-bang-gang]

you want to kill me more than anyone else. That's what love is, baby. text: when rome falls by yves olade (from bloodsport) photo: scott lesh

[hangmatts]

just the tip

nsfw drabble!! 🌶️ [also on ao3!]

Ship: hangmatt (2021 heel matt)

Word Count: 600

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How did they end up here? One minute they were arguing and the next, Matt was on his knees, mouthing at Adam’s pants. So, what exactly happened?

Adam doesn’t know, but he’s not complaining. Matt stormed into his room, talking about how pissed off he was at Adam. Hangman didn’t really pay attention to it. He talked back, having rebuttals at certain points. He doesn’t remember what was said when Matt was suddenly on his knees. He decided to play into it.

“That’s why you’re here? You wanted to talk all that shit just so I could shut you up?” Adam moved back, tilting Matt’s chin up.

Matt nodded. “Please?”

“Alright. We’re gonna do it a little differently this time.”

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Matt undid Hangman’s belt, roughly pulling his pants and boxers down at the same time.

He took in all of Adam in one swift movement before immediately being pulled off. Matt whimpered at the loss. He looked up at Adam with a pout.

“Just the tip. You haven’t earned all of it yet.”

Matt continued looking up as he took the tip in. He started lightly sucking on it, taking in the sight of Adam throwing his head back.

“Fuck, just like that darlin’” Adam ran his fingers through Matt’s hair.

Matt preened at the nickname.

He pulled back, licking a stripe up Adam’s dick. He kissed the tip while looking up at Adam. Matt thought that move would allow him to get more. He was wrong.

“That felt good but it wasn’t what I asked. Don’t do it again, okay?” Adam asked.

Matt nodded.

“Good girl.” He replied, brushing Matt’s hair away.

Matt started licking at the tip before going back to sucking on it. He hummed around it which caused Adam to grip his hair tighter. Matt smiled to himself knowing he could get Adam like that. He pulled back to kiss the tip and swirl his tongue around it, looking up as he went right back to sucking it.

“Fuck, baby.” Adam mumbled.

He doesn’t know how Matt does it but soon enough, he’s close to finishing.

“Keep doing that. So fucking close.” Adam’s grip got even tighter on Matt’s hair.

Matt followed those exact instructions. Adam’s moans grew louder with each movement as he felt himself grow close. He quickly pulled out, beginning to stroke himself. Matt initially whined from the loss but got in position. He stuck his tongue out and got ready to take all of what Adam gave him.

Adam let out one final moan as he finished on Matt’s face. Most of it landed in Matt’s mouth. Matt kept his tongue out, making sure to show it all off. He let Adam take in the sight before swallowing it all.

“Shit. You got some-” Adam brought his thumb down to swipe at Matt’s cheek, which had a bit of his cum on it.

Before Adam could pull his thumb back, Matt took it in his mouth. He sucked it clean while keeping eye contact with Adam. He pulled off and batted his lashes as a finishing touch.

—

Adam quickly realizes why Matt’s here. Matt wants more. He needs more. And fuck, he doesn’t wanna give Matt the satisfaction, but he does. He’s just as desperate, so he gives in.

“Meet me after the show. I’ll text you my room number.” Adam said, putting his belt back on.

Matt wiped his mouth as he got up. He nodded at Adam before leaving.

Adam could only think about one thing as he watched Matt leave. “What the fuck did I just get myself into?”

[lonelyvampx]

GUYS !! MY FIRST FIC EVER!!

which is about Strickpage. specifically after the death match

I hope you like it

Enjoy ❤️

[supakixbabe]

When I write fic:

[valkyrie-night-103]

Time for a WIP nudge game!!

Pick a WIP from my list, and send a word along with it. If I have the word in that WIP, I’ll post the first instance I can find of that word.

If the word isn’t in the WIP, I’ve got to write an additional 50-100 words for that WIP!

Anons are welcome! Assign yourself an emoji or nickname, and I’ll tag the ask with that emoji or nickname so that any answers are easy to find without the need to scroll.

If the same word and WIP are resubmitted, I’ll try to find another example, so don’t worry about repeats.

Current WIPs -

- StrickPage OneShots with canon-typical insane behaviour, and an only slightly less canon-typical E Rating

- Golden Triad (Hangman/Kenny/Kota) Film-Noir inspired AU, featuring Hangman as a grizzled Private Investigator/investigative journalist, and Kenny and Kota the mysterious and handsome inside sources that end up saving his life.

- Canon Divergent AU in which Kota comes to AEW with Kenny, and Hangman may just be a teeny bit in love with them both.

Not much is written yet for these last few, but if there’s interest from anyone other than my wonderful boyfriend, I’ll start working on these a lot more!

- AdaMJF Feels that may or may not include a time loop

- Early days of the Blackpool Combat Club

- Avatar: The Last Airbender AU/Fusion (barely anything has been written for this)

[fletcherfluid]

Also the fact that there are NO fics on Hangman and Swerve is devastating to me.

[daddyhausen]

inspired by @plentyoffandoms bc i just HAD to 😫

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「 MASTERLISTS 」 | 「 AEW MASTERLIST 」 | 「 HANGMAN ADAM PAGE MASTERLIST 」

「 COMMISION INFO 」 | 「 LIKE MY WORK? BUY ME A COFFEE — KOFI — DXDDYHXUSEN 」

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「 SUMMARY 」 — the sherrif of a crime ridden western town pays visit to his favourite saloon girl during the midnight hours

「 WARNINGS 」 — 18+ [ MINORS DNI ], handjob, sex work, sexworker!reader, sheriff!hangman, vaginal sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, internal cumshots, vaginal creampie, male + female orgasm, multiple orgasms, squirting

「 WORD COUNT 」 — 1.8k

「 PAIRING 」 — fem!reader x hangman adam page

「 GENRE 」 — smut

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「 TAGLIST 」 — @cosmoholic13 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @adamjf @wardlow @alexisquinnlee-bc @sammiejane22 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @omegasluvbot @melissahausen @writtingrose @drummergrl1310 @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @bonehead-playz @cherrytheeredheadmamaclaymore @crowleysqueenofhell @romanreigns-supreme @janetreader @thenerdybaker523 @sunshinevirus @nicoleveno14 @rubyred1980 @igncrxntripley @ripleyswhore @embermdk @thepalaceofmelanie @violetmacher @seeingstarks @kennysbadkitten @darkangelchronicles @ripleyswife @selena-tyler-564 @auburnwrites @biforrollynch @harmshake

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all was quite along the roads leading into town. the red dirt scuffed at his horse hooves. the animal kicking up mud and gravel in a tired fury. it represented the hangman’s predicament rather fittingly. he was tired, body worn from hunting criminal scum all evening. his bones ached, muscles sore and sensitive. all he needed was a bath and a good fuck to tie him over.

as he made his way through town, the silence of the countryside dissapated. his ears filled with the rambunctious laughter of drunken patron from the local bar and brothel. the gleeful squeals of whores getting their fill of cock. one, a blonde leaning out the window, bare chested, moaning into the midnight hair with ravenous pleasure.

the cowboy hitched his horse out front. the blooming rose saloon had become a second home as of late. the scent of malt liquor and cigar smoke offended the animal’s nostrils. the beast let out a small huff and grunt in response. adam, with a frustrated and tired sigh entered

the wooden saloon style doors parted around his imposing figure. so much so that patrons stopped and stared at their sherrif for a second before resuming their frivolous activities. hangman was greeted by the sight of whores lining the velvet couches, naked and spread, men devouring the with reckless abandon as they moan and pled for orgasm. those men who’d consumed too much liquid courage, passed out in more secluded corners of the brothel while the women they payed for their troubles grinded and bounced on their now flaccid cocks.

“ah glad to see your finally back, sherrif” that farmillair trans atalantic accent graced the cowboys ears.

that voice could only be recognised as madame toni. the platinum blonde akin to that of a showgirl, so glamorous and poised. she was the owner of said establishment, and always took care of the girls under her employment. her and the hangman had developed a sort of friendship over the years

madame toni noticed the cowboys sullen eyes and tired features. how the blood had not yet dried against his skin. it was not his. his body bruised and sore, small welts began to swell when his skin was exposed.

“rough day?” she questioned rhetorically, pouring the cowboy a shot of whiskey he’d regularly ask for.

hangman gave a small nod, downing the shot in quick succession the the burn of the liquid was something he welcomes

“is she here?” was all adam could muster through a dry and hoarse throat.

madame toni offered him a gracious smile with a nod.

“oh don’t you worry. go upstairs get yourself cleaned up. i will send mariah to fetch her for you”

adam slid a ten dollar bill across the bar to pay for the extra services. toni shooed him away playfully, snapping to retrieve the attention of her second in command, miss mariah. the young blonde whizzing away to find you, wherever you could be

adam made his way upstairs. taking a left, making his way to the bathhouse. he opened the door steadily, the room lit with slow burning candles, the scent of lavender and wildflowers filled his nostrils, a welcoming scent to the bloody iron and gunpowder he was used to. he kicked off his boots, quietly stripping himself of his clothing, leaving them by the door, far to impaired to fold them on the stool that had been provided for such a thing.

he noticed that the wooden tub had been pre-filled for his arrival, the water still steaming slightly. he gave a soft, hearty sigh as his naked flesh met the warm water, letting it encapsulate his aching frame. he gently began washing his shoulders. the sting of an old, yet not fully healed bullet wound made him wince slightly.

the door opened slightly, a soft feminine voice graced his ears, it was undeniably yours.

“glad to see you’re back in once piece” you lulled softly in his direction.

his pupils blow with adoration as he peered up at your still clothed frame. you did not even need to be naked for him to be completely enamored with you. the white cotton of your sleeves rolled up to your elbows. the skirts of your dress soft and light. the colours were kept minimalistic. soft greys and blues yet they complemented your skin perfectly.

he gave a soft hum in response, too tired to speak at the moment. you joined his side, kneeling to the left of him. beginning to daintily trace the scruff of his beard. the blond wiry strands tickling your fingers

“i missed you…” you hummed gently beggining to massage his shoulders. feeling him relax into your touch. adam let out a soft sight in contentment. you knew in your profession there was no room for love. especially with clientele, yet yourself and adam developed a bond that was more intimate than just sex alone.

he yearned for you when he was away, could not wait until he see you again next, he had the money to be able to get you out of a job like this, to marry you, start a family with you, give you everything your heart desires. yet you remained, feeling not worthy of such a lavish life, you did not want people to look down on your beloved for marrying a common whore such as yourself. it would bring shame to him in the eyes of the townsfolk.

he hummed again in response to your confession, simply taking the back of your palm and kissing it sweetly, sighing in relief as you began to shampoo his hair. the aformentioned lavender scent soothing his worries momentarily.

“i missed you too…” he finally confessed after what felt like forever, feeling a pang in his gut that he didn’t mention it sooner.

your hands slowly began to roam down his arms, grasping the strong muscles of his biceps before trailing upward again. this time across his broad chest, lingering against his stomach as you leaned in slowly.

“well…” you began. a seductive tone in your voice, lips dangerously close to his.

“you don’t have to miss me anymore”

with that you kissed him, rather passionately, feeling him melt into the kiss. his hands freed from the water, cupping your cheeks and smoothing the soft flesh with his battle-worn thumbs

“i want you…” he hummed against your lips through a flurry of moans

“i need you…”

his please became more greedy, more selfish as he kissed you deeper. playing with the soft strands of your freshly washed hair, the locks feeling like silk against his fingertips

“you have me…i’m all yours” you spoke in between breaths and his frantic kisses

hands leading down his torso towards his hardened cock, still fully submerged under the warm water. you grasped his cock in your right hand, slowly beginning to pump his engorged shaft, the tip of his cock red and swollen, desperate for your touch.

“oh fuck darlin’” he grunted, breaking the kiss, oh how he missed the sensation of your touch. he’d grown so used to rubbing one out alone, in secluded tents in the wilderness while on manhunts that he’d become so sensitive to another person’s touch.

adam revelled in the feeling, gripping the edge of the tub until his knuckled burned bone white. his breath became ragged, uneven with pleasure, bitting his lip to suppress the loudness of his moans

“easy cowboy…” you cooed, stroking his cock from base to tip, feeling him throb thickly in your palm.

“fuck…you don’t know what you do to me doll…”

“oh i know, sir. trust me i know how much you enjoy my touch”

adam’s cock twitch at how you replied to him with such formality. having normally referred to him by his name or the cliche “cowboy” never with sherrif or some other type of honourific. still he enjoyed having some power over you, even if is was through formalilites. adam’s breath grew increasingly ragged, his cock swelled and pulsed against your soft palm.

he muttered out a string of curse words his cock so needy for release, giving one final curse of pleasure before spilling over in your palm. his cum sticky and thick, globs of white clinging to your fingertips as your pried your hand out of the water, licking your fingers clean.

“strip” he commanded, trying to regain his breath as he stepped out of the tub, adoring the way you were able to shed your body of the numerous skirts and pedicosts with ease.

adam’s body still dripping with wetness, not that he or yourself cared as he pulled you close to his chest. his cock grinding against your plump ass. chest pressed frimly against your back as he began to grope your pillow breasts in his large palms

“god, i need to feel that pretty cunt wrapped around me…” he groaned, placing hungry kisses to your neck

“you make my cock so fuckin’ hard darlin’”

and his words were definitely evident. his thick cock, erect and pushing against your flesh

“adam…please” you whimpered, eager for him to fill you like he had done so many times over

he probably holds the record for the most fucks in the brothel. he guided you towards the tub, having you brace yourself against the edge of it, grasping the wood as he peppered kissed down your back. his cock slipped into your slick cunt, instantly feeling the lovely stretch of your walls around his size

“oh adam!” you gasped, feeling his cock begin to move at a vicious pace, the sound of wet skin colliding was nothing short of mesmerizing

“oh fuck, doll. that pretty little cunt is always so tight for me”

he hummed through gritted teeth, bottoming out as he succumbed to the delicious pulse between your thighs

“admit it sweetheart, no other man fucks you as good as i do”

you could only respond in a mix of soft whimpers and moans. adam tugged at your hair, pulling your head back so he could gaze upon your fucked out features

“answer me” he remarked sternly, adoring the way with each thrust he had your mouth hung open with pleasure

“y-you’re too good sir. so much better than other men! oh fuck!- adam you fuck me so good!”

your shines were enough to send him over the edge. his cock swelling with orgasm again. your tight walls clenching around his engorged shaft. milking him of his hot cum.

“you want me to cum in that pretty little pussy of yours? fill you full of my seed like the good whore you are?”

“yes! please adam! please give me all of your cum!”

your begs sent him to heaven. his cock twitched one final time. painting your walls white with his seed, he pulled out rather quickly for your liking, intervening your orgasm ever so slightly, putting the tip back in and then exiting again. you juices leaking down your thighs in intervals, the same with his seed. you collapsed onto your knees beside the tub, breathless and cum-filled.adam joined you, kneeling behind you, arms around your waist. peppering sweet kisses to your shoulder blades and the tops of your shoulders

“god, darlin’ i love you so much”

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[miserablecreachur]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All Elite Wrestling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kenny Omega/"Hangman" Adam Page, The Elite - Relationship Characters: Kenny Omega, "Hangman" Adam Page, The Elite - Character Additional Tags: the elite are back baby, Intercrural Sex, Locker Room Summary:

'Now there is a lot of things I’m willing to try once. Twice if I like it…'

His mouth felt dry, and Adam would run his tongue over his lower lip. Kenny shifted forwards in his chair, and Adam held stock-still, like he was trying not to spook a yearling. The kiss came on slow, Kenny pressing his lips to his own. Adam opening his mouth to kiss back, and Kenny’s hand moving from his cheek to the back of his neck. Long fingers moved up, and he would let out a low hum of approval when Kenny’s hand formed a fist in his hair. He had always liked to get a little bossy with him, and Adam had always enjoyed letting him.

[adampage]

Post-Elite Reunion

Characters: Hangman Adam Page, Adam Cole, the Elite. Dark Order mention.

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: Hangman needs a moment. Cole can't help himself.

Author's Note: Reunion highs are short-lived and the angst is fucking real.

It had been a night of epic highs. The pop of the crowd when Hangman returned, the swelling in his chest when he affirmed himself as a member of the Elite again for the first time in four years. The sweet moment when they went off the air and it was just him, his boys, and the crowd, for the first time in a long time.

He was happy, again. He felt whole. Complete.

It didn’t hit him until he’d taken a piss break - come back, realized Kenny knew about the Nod, forgave them - just how much he’d gone through in the past four years without them. How much pain and suffering and heartache he’d dealt with, not just in their absence, but in his own.

The high began to crash down around him, and he knew he needed a moment alone.

Nick and Matt were chattering happily to each other, backpacks and suitcases in tow, ready to find the nearest Wendy’s and fuck shit up, when Hangman held back. Kenny was a few paces ahead of him, and he stopped immediately when Hangman stopped walking. He gave him an inquisitive look, but he didn’t ask.

Softly, Hangman spoke. “I’ll…catch up with you guys in a few. I need a few minutes.”

“You sure?” Nick said. “We can wait up if you want.”

Matt watched him like a momma bear. Worried. Unsure. His hands held tightly to his backpack so he wouldn’t reach out to touch Hanger’s arm. He wondered silently to himself if Hangman was already regretting his decision to come back to them. Wondered what, in the span of an hour or so, he’d done to screw this up.

Hangman forced a small smile. “I’m good, really. Just. Need a second. Go on.”

“Okay, if you’re sure,” Kenny’s voice pulled Matt out of his silent panic, the gentle nudge at his arm careening his legs forward to walk away.

They hopped in the rental, Brandon meeting them with a happy grin. “Right, let’s go fuck up a Wendy’s!”

Matt looked out the window, watching Hangman’s shoulders sag deeply as he walked back inside the arena.

Hangman found a dark corner and sat there, head between his legs. He tried to breathe, in through his nose, out through his mouth, but it was getting more and more difficult with the tears threatening to flow from his eyes. (Er, his one good eye.)

He was so caught up in his own head that he didn’t even realize that someone had appeared in the dark and sat down next to him, until he felt the heat of the stranger’s warmth next to his body.

Adam Cole was the warmest person he knew.

Which was. A genuine surprise, given how he’s died before.

“So…back in the Elite, huh?” he asked, and somehow, it made Hangman shiver. It was baffling to him how warm Cole could be, and yet every word out of his mouth always felt like a numbingly cold dagger to his heart. Maybe the only symptom of Cole’s death was that his words could kill.

“Yeah,” Hangman choked out, wiping at his eye before pulling himself from between his own legs. “Yeah, sure am.”

Cole let a long pause play out between them. Hangman leaned his head back against the wall, looking as far up as he could.

“Are you happy?” Cole asked, when the silence had grown very deep and Hangman had almost gotten used to it.

The smile that spread across Hangman’s lips was real. It was real because it happened without him even knowing. Cole’s blue eyes watched it for any sign of weakness, and he couldn’t find any.

“I am happy,” Hangman whispered, pulling his legs a little closer and settling his head on them, so he could look at Cole and show him he meant it. Because he did, and he wanted someone to know. Cole was here, and he knew him better than most. “More than I’ve been in…a while.”

Cole looked away from his smile, finally. Ran his tongue across his lips and bit down on his lower lip. He ran a hand through his hair, and Hangman noticed him take a deep breath.

“That’s really too bad,” Cole started, and these were not the words Hangman was expecting at all. “Because you being happy…it came at a price, you know.”

A deep, heavy stone settled in the pit of Hangman’s stomach, and his mouth went dry. Confused, he searched for an explanation. “What - what does that even mean-?”

“You’re not a very good friend, are you?” Cole asked. Dagger. “You can’t ever be friends with more than one group of people at the same time, huh?” After dagger. “You always find a way to unburden yourself so that you only have to worry about a few people at a time.” After dagger.

Hangman couldn’t even breathe. Every nerve in his body had tensed.

“You always find a way to do the least amount of emotional work.”

Hangman swallowed.

“When are you going to learn?”

His nose flared at the words. Familiar to him. When are you going to learn, Hangman? When are you going to learn?

Cole scoffed. “You hurt the Dark Order, man. They're upset.”

That stung.

Cole continued. “Have you even texted them? Talked to them?”

Hangman couldn’t say anything. Because he hadn’t. Hadn’t said a word. But he was beginning to feel something else, as well. Because who was Adam Cole to tell Hangman what being a bad friend was?

“I guess the Elite is still the same. Selfish assholes who don’t give a shit who they hurt. And they’re gonna bring you down with them. Again.” Dagger through the heart.

“You know what? That’s enough,” Hangman started, “because who the hell are you to tell me what a good fucking friend is?” He gazed at Cole with his good eye, the wrath clear upon his face. If Cole was going to hurt him, he wasn’t going to be the only one.

Cole looked away, jaw set.

“You tried to kill Nick, keep Kenny out of the country, and for what? So you could be the de-facto leader?” Hangman rolled his eyes. “And when you couldn’t do it with us, you went somewhere else and did it with another group of people who would follow you to the ends of the earth because they couldn’t see how fucked up you really are.”

He couldn’t believe Hangman would say that. That’s not true, Cole wanted to say. They knew how fucked up I was. How fucked up you made me. They didn’t care. They loved me anyway.

Cole began to protest, but Hangman cut him off. “And then they followed you here, you tried to do the same thing with Matt and Nick, and when you realized they were never gonna trust you the way they trust me, you got rid of them.”

“At least I know what to do with people who won’t ever trust me,” Cole said, calmly as he could. His entire body was vibrating with anger, but he wouldn’t let Hangman see it. “At least I know who to drop. I know who’ll have my back no matter what, but you choose to surround yourself with snakes.” Cole got up, clearly not wanting to continue the conversation.

Hangman was looking down at the floor, irate.

Cole kicked at Hangman’s boot, forcing the cowboy to look at him. “If you think they trust you, you’re wrong.” He glared at him. “But that wasn’t what I came to say. You have some apologies to make.”

At this, the cowboy’s eye softened. His brow dipped low.

“You better make them, before it comes back to bite you in the ass.”

As Cole walked away, Hangman cleared his throat. It didn’t help, because his words came out like gravel. “Say hi to Roddy for me.” He’d meant it to hurt. Cole didn’t feel it.

“Apologize. Before they become your next problem.”

It was after midnight before Hangman walked through the doors of the nearest Wendy’s.

The boys popped when they saw him, and a grin broke out over his face.

“Hanger, we didn’t know what you wanted, so we kinda got you a little bit of everything.”

He sat down, dropped his backpack on the chair next to him.

Matt was the first to ask. “Everything good?”

“What?” Hangman said, before understanding the question. “Uh, yeah, I’m good, just. Got a little overwhelmed.” He pulled a fry from Matt’s pile. “Fuck, I miss carbs.”

He listened to the sound of the boys’ laughter, but all he could think about was the burning on his thigh. The phone in his pocket.

When he finished his first chicken sandwich, he pulled it out. Looked at his Dark Order group chat. All the gray bubbles that he’d missed. That he didn’t answer.

Goddamn it, Cole.

He typed out a reply.

I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you guys. I have a lot to say. Hopefully I see you soon.

He thought about it. But it was stupid.

Hangman deleted the text.

He looked up to find Matt watching him with his deep brown eyes.

Unfortunately, now, Matt’s eyes reminded him of someone else’s, too.

[bang-bang-gang]

hey! you! blackpool combat club enjoyer (sicko)! this fic is for you, specifically!

[hangmatts]

matt has two boyfriends, which means they both need to hold his hands in public.

[ hangmatt/jack drabble | read on AO3 ]

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The Elite all decided to go shopping at the mall once they finished their segments on Dynamite. Hangman was back with them and they wanted to celebrate. Matt wanted to buy him new stuff then take him out to dinner. He figured everyone should tag along so they can discuss their plans for the group.

Nick was driving, Okada next to him in the passenger seat. Hangman, Matt, and Jack were in the backseat. Matt was sitting in between both of them. He was a bit squished but he didn’t mind. He was just happy to have Hangman back.

Once Nick parked, they all exited the vehicle. Nick grabbed Okada’s hand, pulling him towards the entrance. Adam and Jack started walking behind. Matt stayed put. Nobody noticed until he spoke up.

“Ahem!” He loudly proclaimed.

Adam and Jack stopped to turn around. Adam tilted his head, a confused expression on his face. Matt held his hand out. Adam immediately got the signal. He walked back over, taking Matt’s hand into his own. Matt stayed put.

“Jack?” Matt asked, holding out his other hand.

“You want me to hold your hand?” Jack walked over to Matt, hesitantly taking Matt’s hand into his own.

“Duh. How else is everyone gonna know you’re mine?”

Adam laughed and pulled Matt towards the mall. Jack felt the blush creep up on his cheeks. He tried staying behind Matt so nobody noticed. That plan quickly failed.

“Aww. Baby, look! I made Jack blush!” Matt proudly said to Adam.

Adam looked back and laughed. Jack’s face was 10 times more red than it first was.

“Y’all are adorable.” Adam said, looking at Jack

“Thanks?” Jack responded awkwardly.

Adam turned back to Matt.

“We’re gonna have so much fun with him, aren’t we?” He asked.

Matt smiled and nodded in response. Jack stood there confused until Matt began pulling him into the mall.

[echoxshxrx]

[COLD] Person A gets cold during the night, and joins Person B in bed. // Adam squared Cole is soooo clingy

Cold Cuddles

[COLD] Person A gets cold during the night, and joins Person B in bed. // Adam squared Cole is soooo clingy

Paring- Adam² (Adam Page x Adam Cole) 

Category- Fluff

Warnings- Explicit language

Word Count- 464

Note: This is the first fic of any kind I've written in so long and I've never written for either Adam before but I wanted to give it a go so please don't be too harsh ;-;

Cole let out a frustrated sigh as he tossed and turned in the second of two beds in the hotel room he shared with his boyfriend. *Normally* Cole and Hangman would've shared a bed, even if one of them accidentally got a hotel room with two beds instead of one. However, tonight was different. They got into a fight? It wasn't significant enough to consider it a fight....more like a disagreement. But nonetheless, Hangman had insisted they sleep in separate beds. He turned over from where he lay alone to look at Hangman, feeling salty that his boyfriend was getting such deep sleep while he lay there restless and cold despite being wrapped up in all the blankets he could gather. It was winter, after all, and there had been a snowstorm on top of that.

Cole sighed softly as he thought for a minute. He wanted so badly to go over and curl up with his space heater of a boyfriend. However, at the same time, he didn't want to further upset him. After a few minutes, he finally gathered a blanket or two and lay next to Hangman. Cole waited a few minutes for his boyfriend to roll back over and face away, not wanting to wake him before getting up out of his bed and lying next to Hangman. He was surprised when Hangman almost immediately turned back over and pulled Cole close to his body.

"I knew you would come over here at some point, Darlin'." Hangman mumbled sleepily. Placing a gentle kiss on the top of Cole's head. Cole tightly wrapped his arms around Hangman and kept him close, burying his face in his boyfriend's chest. Cole looked up at his boyfriend with a confused look and received a tired smile in return.

"I thought you were asleep." Cole said softly, a pout in his tone and on his face as he spoke.

"I was, but I could pretty much feel how cold you were from here but I didn't know if you were asleep." Hangman said with a slight chuckle and gave Cole a shy smile. "I should've gone to lay with you anyway."

"No, it's okay, babe...You said you wanted us to sleep in separate beds since we were arguing..." Cole couldn't help a slight frown across his face which caused his boyfriend to frown slightly as well.

"Well only cause we were still arguing and I didn't want to go to bed with you angry...It's not good to do that, apparently." Hangman looked away, feeling a bit bad that he had made Cole feel like he couldn't come to lay with him.

"It's okay, baby..." They sat like that in each other's arms, Hangman soothingly running his fingers through Cole's long blonde locks as they enjoyed the comforting silence.

[lonelyvampx]

Hey Guys !!

I'm very proud of this fic, which is my second fic, about Strickpage .. with a little bit of Daddy Kink, and a few other wrestlers.

Enjoy and let me enjoy your comments.

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