#adam page x reader

[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

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

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[madhatterbri]

Distraction | Hangman A.P.

Summary: Adam has a plan to distract you both from troubles at work. 18+.

@midwestmade29 requested.

Adam had you right where he wanted you. Your legs spread out over his as you sat in his lap by the kitchen counter. He insisted he wouldn't disturb your work. He wanted you to be done so the two of you can spend the day together. Nothing more and nothing less.

He allowed you to be surrounded by a false sense of security. A couple of times, he commented on the student's work once you showed him. He started to lose focus after the fifth reading about a student's fantasy experience in the Oregon Trail. His hands rubbed your legs and sides. He couldn't wait to have you any longer.

"You are such a good teacher, you know. Using your free time to still get them ready to learn," he hummed. Soft kisses peppered your neck. He could feel you tense against him.

"Adam," you whined. "I have to work. I'm almost done,"

"It's okay, darling. Let me take care of you," he whispered in your ear. You moved your head away from him, allowing him more access to your skin. He smirked against your neck. "That's a good girl,"

He feels you rest against him. Always the one to please, he loved showering you with compliments. The control is all on his side. His hand slid down your clothed chest and stomach. Your upper body is covered only by one of his wrestling shirts. He slowly raises the shirt with his arm. His fingertips barely touch your skin. He could feel the heat radiating off of you.

"Adam," you breathed. His hand slid up the oversized shirt and cupped one of your breasts. His thumb swirled around your sensitive nipple. His kisses never left your neck. He felt you squirm and clench your legs.

"Looks like my attention is needed elsewhere," he whispered in your ear. His other hand parted your legs, so they were once again separated. His finger slid over your underwear. The cloth already wet from his teasing.

He slid his hand inside your panties. His pointer finger slowly rose and fell against your slit. Once he felt his finger lubed enough, he pushed it inside of you. You couldn't quite understand the cry that slipped out of you. Blushing like mad, you shoved your face to his neck.

"Letting me touch you like this in the kitchen. What would the folks at church think?" He teased.

With a mind of their own, your hips thrust in time with his finger. Ashamed by your actions, you tried to keep quiet. You bit your lip, still hiding your face in his neck. He smirked at your shyness.

"None of that little lady. I need to know that I'm making you as crazy as you make me. Let me hear ya," he panted and curled his finger. The pandora's box opened, and all the moans you suppressed came out. He called you his good girl.

Adam could have done this all day, but he couldn't ignore the tightness in his jeans. His hardon pressing against his jeans made the pain almost unbearable. He needed to be set free.

He pulled his finger out of you, much to your disdain. He chuckled and kissed your lips. "I want you to know what you do to me, baby. Stand up so you can see,"

You stood up from the stool with wobbly legs. His handling of your underwear caused the fabric to fall in a pool around your ankles. You moved to pull the shirt back over your chest and stomach, but he stopped you. He turned you around so the two of you were staring at each other.

He stood up from the stool and led it away with his foot. Adam pressed his lips to yours. "Release me, baby. Don't be shy and look into my eyes. You know I love looking in them,"

You gulped and slowly unbuckled his belt. His eyes stared into yours. He panted against your skin. The build-up is almost too much for him. Your shaky fingers find the button and zipper. A low grunt emitted from his lips when you touched him. With a wiggle of his hips, his jeans and boxers fell to the ground.

"This is what you do to me," he informed you. Your fingers wrapped around his shaft softly yet enough to have a firm grasp on it. He thrusted his hips while you slid your hand up and down on his length. He rolled his head back and closed his eyes. After a few seconds, he grabbed your hands away from him. "I waited too long for this. I can't wait any more,"

He picked you up and sat you down on the counter. He removed his t-shirt from you before taking his off as well. He guided you to lay on your back on the counter.

He positioned himself at your entrance. He rubs himself up and down before sliding slowly inside of you. He was slow at first, wanting to make sure you were comfortable. Heavy work schedules on both sides made sex nearly impossible. He never wanted to hurt you.

"You like that, baby?"

You nodded, yet he could still feel that you were holding back. Your hips weren't thrusting with him.

"Tell me what you want, darling. This is all for you,"

He smirked when your skin flushed. Your eyes widened at him. You were still so shy for him. He loved it when you told him what to do. "I want more, please,"

"More what? I need to hear you,"

"Harder, Adam, please. I need you,"

Her words lighted the flame in his belly. He pinned your hands above your head to give himself leverage. You squirmed in protest, not in fear but in longing. He knew you wanted to feel him underneath your fingertips. His thrusts became quicker. His perfect little lady. How did he get so lucky?

"Remember, I want to hear you, baby," he panted between thrusts. "Let me know I'm taking care of you,"

He already knew exactly what he was doing to you. Your soft whimpers and breathy moans gave it away, but he still loved to hear them. He had to know what he did to you.

"Is my good girl enjoying herself?"

"S-so close," you whined. He'd be lying if he wasn't in the same predicament. You were so tight around him. His thrusts started to get sloppy. After a few more thrusts, he felt your walls clench around him. He smirked, seeing your glow after hitting your orgasm.

With a few more thrusts, he came inside of you. He remained still trying to catch his breath. Once he was ready, he slid out of you. He admired the mess between your legs. He let go of your wrists and helped you sit up.

"You okay, darling?" He whispered. He cupped your face in his hands. Soft kisses placed on your cheeks. You nodded and leaned against him. After sex, you always liked to shower and cuddle with him.

"My good girl did so well. Let me clean you off, baby, then we can cuddle," he whispered and carried you bridal style to the bathroom.

#fanfiction #aew fanfiction #smut #hangman adam page smut #adam page x y/n #adam page x you #hangman adam page x reader #adam page x reader #hangman adam page x y/n #hangman adam page x you #hangman x reader #hangman fanfiction

[midwestmade29]

Cowboy Hat 🤠

Another day, another story inspired by one of my favorite songs! 😍 Word count: 1,110 Divider by: @saradika-graphics GIFs by: @cowboyshit & @bloodycowboyclub

You guessed it, this story is smut 😌

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

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

Anger, seduction, mild cursing, unprotected sex.

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

The room was quieter now since Adam walked away to cool off after the argument the two of you just had. He likely went outside to the horse stables, while you stood in the kitchen still fuming. You took your anger out on random things around the kitchen, trying to ease your frustrations. You slammed cabinet doors as you put away clean dishes, pushed the drawers shut firmly making their contents rattle inside, even giving the trash can a little kick after you replaced the trash bag. You and Adam were both known to be stubborn, which usually added more fuel to the fire. As the night played over and over in your head, your desire to be right started to dissipate, and the longer you thought about the root of your argument, the more the error of your ways started to surface. “Shit!” you cursed under your breath when you realized you needed to apologize and make things right. This cowboy of yours was always so patient with you, until you start pushing his buttons like you did tonight. You knew you had to make it up to him somehow, and an idea came to mind as your eyes scanned the room and landed on Adam’s cowboy hat hanging on a hook by the back door.

You heard the front door open and close as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror. Adam must’ve come back inside, so with one more quick glance and a deep breath, you made your way to the living room to greet him. Adam was laying on the couch, so you walked up behind the it, and placed your hands on the frame. Adam stared ahead watching the TV, still ignoring you even after you whispered “Baby…” trying to get his attention. You grabbed the remote off Adam’s chest, and turned the tv off as you walked around to the front so he could fully see you. His eyes grew large as he took in the sight of you, lips parting for a split second in surprise as he looked you up and down. You stood before him in all your naked glory, wearing nothing but his cowboy hat. The longer he stared at you, it was obvious he was trying to stay mad, but his resolve was quickly diminishing. You couldn’t help but smile at his failed attempt! “What are you doing, Y/N?” his voice cracking a little when he asked. “I wanted to apologize for earlier. I pushed you too far, and I’m sorry. Forgive me?” you said sweetly, looking up at him through your dark eyelashes. While you knew how to push his buttons, you also knew every trick in the book on how to turn Adam on.

“Don’t look at me like that.” he warned with no real threat behind it. He was now sitting up on the couch, eyes still locked on your naked body. He started to squirm the closer you got to him, your plan clearly working. Once you stood directly in front of him, you ran your fingers through his luscious blonde locks, and he was now melting 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 🤠

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[coleskingdom]

Keep You Safe

Adam Page x reader

Genre Smut , Fluff and a little angst

Warnings 18+

I thought this was going to be way more angst driven but somehow it ended up really sweet

I arrived at the hotel hours after Adam had gone to the arena. I called Matt asking him to leave Adam’s extra key at the desk. Matt warned me that Adam wasn’t going to be happy that he was set in his mind about keeping me away because of Swerve. Matt met me with the key “I’m glad that you’re here, but I know nothing about how you got here.” He said as he hugged me and handed me the key. I let myself into the room and settled on the couch, in time to see his promo and the change to the match. Jesus, this man.

Adam stormed into the hotel room, pacing full of anger and frustration .” Fuck” he yells “ fuck fuck fuck”. “Adam” I say cautiously “baby it’s okay” His blue eyes flash “you’re not supposed to be here, you’re supposed to stay away and stay safe.” He growls grabbing the decanter from the tray and taking a long swig. “Adam, I’m not going anywhere, you need me here and I need you”. His blue eyes narrow emotion raging in his eyes just below the surface. I refuse to break the eye contact and I refuse to backdown.

Silence penetrates the room. He doesn't move. Neither do I stalemate? Neither of us will give up control until he stalks toward me, grabs my shoulders, and crushes his lips to mine.My lips are already parted, and his tongue darts into my mouth. The kiss is raw and frantic. Anger exudes from Adam, anger fueling the urgency of the kiss. He softens the kiss before breaking it and thumbing my lower lip “God, you’re stubborn.”

Then his lips are on mine, his tongue delving between them. The kiss is firmer this time and like a drug and I ache for more, always more with him. As if reading my mind, he reaches down and pushes my shirt up over my breasts. He squeezes one, finding the nipple over the fabric of my bra and tantalizing it with his fingertips.

He releases my breast and trails his hand downward, unbuttoning my jeans. Then his thick fingers are inside my panties , toying with my folds.He breaks the kiss and gasps in a breath. "Fuck, you're so wet. So wet for me." Always, for you Adam” I breathe.

"I need to taste you." He pulls my jeans and panties off before tossing them. He spreads my legs and then stares between them. “ you’re so beautiful, your lips all pretty, swollen and pink. I’m going to devour you, until you beg me to stop” I close my eyes as he swipes his tongue over my opening. He moves away for a moment and nibbles and sucks on my inner thigh.

I moan softly, my eyes still closed.

"Open your eyes"Adam says.

I open them and meet his burning blue gaze. He's on fire-on fire as I am.I want his mouth on me. On my pussy. On all of me.”Keep those gorgeous eyes open," Adam commands. "Don't take them off mine." He buries his face between my legs, his lips and mouth touching all of me at once. He scissors his fingers inside me, stretching me wide as he continues taking me in his mouth. His tongue flickers quickly against my clit then he goes slower so he can suck on it. I can't take the pressure building inside me. I dig my fingers into his blonde curls, pulling him closer, “Adam, oh god, Adam”

“Come for me, darlin."Adam words send me right to the edge. Then he closes his lips around my clit and sucks gently and I am coming hard, convulsing around him, crying out his name.

“Darlin “ Adam says softer than his voice had been all evening. Taking my hand and pulling me to standing, he removes the shirt over my head and removes my bra. “So fucking perfect” he says. He leads me towards the king size bed, I lay down on my side my eyes never leaving him. Adam takes off his shirt and undoes the button of his jeans lowering them and standing there in his tight black boxers. I admire his body as I take in a deep breath reminding myself how lucky I am to call this man mine. “Adam, I need you” I said the outline of his thick erection visible in his boxers. Adam strode to the bed joining me there.

Adam hovered over me, “Darlin’, I can’t lose you, I’ll burn everything down to protect you. There’s nothing I won’t do.” he said in a primal protective growl before kissing me long and slow now pouring all of his emotion of love and fear into the kiss. We lie on the bed and kiss languidly. I enjoy the weight of him on me and the caress of his hands as they rub my arms, down my legs, over my hip, and across my stomach. I scrape my fingertips down the taut muscles of his back to his firm ass. I palm his erection through the front of his boxers and he tweaks a nipple. It sends a jolt all the way down to my clit and I gasp. I slip my hand into his boxers. He's so hard, his tip slick with pre-cum. I'm already wet and needy for him again but this discovery makes me want to ravage him. He moves my hand from his boxers, “No darlin not this time, let me take my time.” Adam’s eyes pleading with me to understand and to give in. He kissed my breasts , and moved down my body, pausing at my abdomen and laying his head there for a moment. I reached my hand down to play with his curls in a soothing motion, that I was his to use as he needed to get comfort from me. I was his fully and completely. His kisses moved lower, his hands gently spreading my thighs and he settled him self there. He took his time, licking and sucking, teasing and dragging out my pleasure. He fucked me with his tongue, he kept a constant pressure and rhythm as my pleasure built and the coil snapped, my juices flowing into his mouth. “Adam” I whimpered desperately, “please, I need you inside me.”

He shoves his boxers down the rest of the way off and then he's back over me, covering us up in the blankets. I'm enveloped in warmth, strong arms, soft kisses, and plush blankets. He hovers over me “Hi” he whispers, “Hi” I say back. It’s like we are in our own little world. We take our time kissing and touching, almost painfully slow. It’s like everything is new.

The tips of his fingers move slick between my legs, and then the broad, thick tip of him is there, nestled right at my entrance. I sigh as he pushes the head inside. This is home, him here with me safe, is all I will ever need. He strains his eyes closed and lets out a choked whimper as I squeeze his hips between my thighs and pull him in the rest of the way. Inch by inch we connect. He's warm and silky inside me, filling me up completely, and it couldn't feel more perfect. Adam on top of me, pinning me down and driving into me, taking control, fucking me, claiming me. I kiss his neck, licking the salt from his skin and dig my nails into his back as his thrusts become more frenzied. He hits the spot inside me that makes everything tingle and throb and I instinctively bear down against him as he keeps pumping.

"Don't stop. Right there." I slip my hand down between us to rub my swollen clit. My stomach contracts and my back arches at the contact. I cry out as the sparks of pleasure coil and ebb deep within me. Adam brushed my fingers away and takes over. It feels even better to have him playing with my clit, flicking, circling, and pinching it, coaxing out every delicious sensation as he finds his own pleasure in fucking me. “Are you with me?” Adam asked “Yes. I'm...I'm close." I writhe under him as the tension blossoms inside me.”God, Adam don’t stop”

My pussy clamps down on him like a fist and he shoves into me two more times before he, too, is shuddering from his release. His arms are shaking as he empties himself inside me, his body jerking with the intensity. But his eyes are on mine and they're soft and wet.

Even after he stills, we don't part. We lie tangled together, breathless, warm, and sated. I gaze at him as he smiles down at me and as he moves in to press gentle kisses to my lips, “I love you” Adam whispers as the blankets are still over our head in a perfect cocoon “ I love you too” I said. When we finally bring the covers down Adam settles beside me putting his head on my stomach my hand lazily playing in his hair. He falls asleep, a sleep he hasn’t had in months. “Adam” I whisper into the darkness “ there’s nothing I won’t do to protect you and make sure that you’re safe.”

#aew smut #adam page smut #adam page x reader

[youngbuckisms]

AEW stars and what kind of engagement ring they would propose with. And if you don’t mind, include Darby Allin and Adam Page☺️

Thank you.♥️

AEW Stars and What Engagement Ring They Propose With; headcanon list

Adam Page, Darby Allin, MJF, Nick Jackson

Warnings: None!

Notes: This is a really old one, but I wanted to do this one soooo bad. I had so much fun looking at pretty little rings. This also includes where they propose, just for fun! I hope you enjoy!

Adam Page

— At first, Adam was just going to get something simple, as he planned on getting a simple gold band with a diamond, as he never thought about it too much until he actually started to look

— Every ring he looked at made him realized just how much you deserved something better and better with every ring he looked at

— Finally, he had decided on a rose gold band with a blue moonstone in the middle and multiple diamond accents on either side

— Adam proposes backstage at a big show after a match, even though he did plan to propose at dinner the night after, he had decided to just do it when it felt right

Darby Allin

— Darby looked at rings for months, before he found something he thought was perfect for you

— He knew he wanted something with black and white, and while he knows it isn’t very “traditional” to get a ring with black, he thought it fit your relationship just perfectly

— He ended up landing on a white band with a coffin shaped onyx gem in the center with three small diamonds on either side of the coffin shaped stone

— He proposes at the local park after a picnic date once the sun had gone down and he could propose underneath the night sky full of stars

MJF

— Maxwell has expensive taste, so of course he had ended up buying you something beautiful, big, and ridiculously expensive

— He gets you a ring with two rose gold bands, the bottom band scattered evenly with small emeralds and the top band with a large emerald and multiple diamond accents

— Maxwell proposes at a big fancy dinner during dessert, where after words, he feeds you your favorite dessert and keeps making comments on how beautiful you look with a ring

Nick Jackson

— Nick actually bought a ring that was a silver band and a moss agate gem, which he kept tucked away in his dresser for months before he looked at it again and decided it wasn’t good enough

— However, the second ring he would buy had been perfect and he was sure of it this time

— The second one being a silver band with a pear shaped ruby in the center, circle diamonds on either side

— Nick would propose inside the ring of a large venue before a pay-per-view, so you didn’t have to be proposed to in front of thousands of people

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[allelitewrites]

(This is my first story and I honestly don't even know if I'm doing this whole thing right but...)

A Subtle Warning

Word Count: 1630

Relationship: Hangman Page x Reader

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Tonight was just like any other Wednesday night. My boyfriend and I arrived to the venue a few hours before doors opened for the weekly episode of Dynamite. I thankfully wasn't booked to do anything for the night. I was only thankful because a rest was very much needed. Adam however was in the middle of a pretty personal feud with Swerve Strickland. Their whole thing wasn't supposed to be personal at first. The initial intention for it to just be apart of the wrestling business. One person wanting another's position. However, things changed when Swerve had brought up that Hangman was walking away from his issues. Walking away from his issues like he had from the Elite and I some years ago. It was a low point that he typically didn't like to talk about and that night, Swerve really struck a nerve.

Hangman and I found our way into The Elite's locker room. The EVP's temporarily absent due to a creative meeting. We set our things down before taking a seat next to each other on the cheap couch. He and I leaned into each other. With the way his calloused fingers were tracing along my skin, I could tell he was nervous. "I hate signing contracts on TV." Adam mumbles as he lets out a large sigh.

I turn my head and plant a firm kiss on his large shoulder before leaning my head against him again. "Just go out there and do your thing." I reassure him as I twist at one of the bracelets resting on my wrist. I can feel him nod as his hand finally starts to decrease the amount of shapes it was drawing. "Try not to let him get to you."

"Well, Y/n, it's kind of hard when he's sitting right across the table from me with a disgusting smirk as he mocks me."

I didn't even have a response. I hate contract signings just as much as he does. They were a stupid excuse to get publicity and a chance to manipulate your opponent on a golden platter. To me, you shouldn't need a set up situation for you to get to your opponent. Everything you do should be in the ring. Without a table and without chairs. Contracts should be signed in the back. A response came to mind but I wasn't able to share it as Kenny, Matt, and Nick came back into the room, instantly complaining about how long and boring their meeting was. Adam sat up straight and let his large hand rest on my thigh. We weren't huge on PDA, especially not around our friends.

A few hours later...

For whatever reason Tony Khan decided to give Adam and Swerve the main event. All for a contract signing that would probably end up with tables flipping and chairs being thrown. I was sitting anxiously next to Matt as the Elite watched the segment go down. Renee Paquette table side to officiate the signing.

Strickland was chewing Adam up, not even giving the blonde headed man a chance to speak his own words. Eventually, he started to talk about how different he and Hangman were from each other. Almost as if he was offended by being compared to the cowboy. "What's a farmer to a mogul, huh?" Swerve asks, making Adam furrow his eyebrows. "What's a cowboy to an outlaw? What's a buckshot to a kill shot?"

I chewed at the inside of my cheek. I could see Adam's gears in his brain moving at a hundred miles per minute just through the television screen in the locker room. He was keeping his cool, never breaking eye contact with the man across the table from him.

Finally, Swerve put his microphone down. For the first time tonight, Adam was given the opportunity to speak his thoughts. But, he didn't start the way I expected him to. First, Adam calmly mentioned the things Swerve had said to him in the weeks prior. However, the thing that caught all of us off guard as Nick and Kenny settled in their spots around the room was that Hangman thanked Swerve. Adam thanked him for reigniting a flame in his body that was long burnt out. He explained how something was up with him. Something that a person really couldn't explain.

The crowd was so invested in every single word that either man let slip from their lips. Letting every single sentence set in, expanding their thoughts to multiple different things. Things that hadn't even realized they didn't really notice at first. A slight stir could be heard as Adam spoke of a dark cloud that he'd felt was hovering over him every single time that he showed up to work.

"And then sure... sure. The sun would shine. I beat Jon Moxley in a Texas Death Match." Adam proudly brags. I caught him taking a pause to look at Renee, who drew her lips into a line at the thought of the brutal match her husband had gone through with my boyfriend. "I reunited with my friends in the Elite. I was able to rekindle my relationship with the absolute love of my life. And it felt like I should've been the happiest man in the world. But every time I started to smile. That little black cloud came back and it started to rain."

I couldn't help but smile at the fact of him calling me the love of his life on national television. Something I could never get used to him calling me. In the good way of course. He continued to speak before addressing how the fans who supported him so dearly deserved to see more from him. And when he decided that he spoke enough of his mind to get his point across, he picked up the pen and signed his name on the dotted line.

An evil laugh was heard. A laugh that echoed through the building. Adam was caught off guard. Looking up to see Swerve looking like he was having the time of his life. Looking like he was having a good time. Looking like this whole thing was a simple joke to him. The crowd quickly canceled him out, a chant of 'Cowboy Shit' echoing through the seats of the arena.

"That was beautiful. But, quite frankly, that was the most pathetic thing I've ever seen." Swerve chuckles before insulting the crowd's home team. Earning an array of boos. He continued on to speak about how he was fueled to take Adam's position in the company before Hangman had heard enough. Tired of hearing how Swerve believed Adam was handed everything in his career which couldn't of been more untrue.

Hangman stood up, the anger coursing through his veins finally reaching a boiling point. "If you think you have what it takes to fill my boots... you don't."

Swerve matched his energy also standing up across from him. But he didn't speak a single word. Instead he froze to look Adam in the eye once more. And just when Adam thought it was over, Swerve rose his and and slapped the cowboy across the face. Adam turned around and leaned on the ropes behind him as Swerve picked up a microphone yet again. "Hey. Hey, hey Hangman. You seem to not think of me as a threat. You sure as hell better watch your back... or maybe you should tell your friends... actually, no. You want to make this personal? Fine, we'll make it personal. You better tell your hot girlfriend to watch her back."

Adam didn't even hesitate, raising the microphone he still had in his hand to his mouth.

"If you touch her... I'll kill you."

Swerve let out a long sigh. Finally he got the hint that Hangman wasn't joking. Threatening me... someone Adam cared about so dearly was the final nerve that Swerve could've hit. He leaned over and signed the contract.

In that split second, I saw Adam clench his fist and I knew he was going to swing. However, I didn't expect what he actually did.

Using the pen Adam formerly used to sign the match contract, he stabbed Swerve's hand. I watched as Strickland screamed in pain. He pleaded as my boyfriend refused to let go. I booked it out of the room. Rushing to get into the guerrilla position. I intended on meeting Adam there. After that... I had no plan, I was left with whatever my first option would end up being.

He forcefully pushed his way back through the curtain not seeing me at first. But when I walked up to him and put my hand on his bicep. He spun around and I could see relief wash across his face. He pulls me into his chest and holds the back of my head. I can feel his heavy breathing and I can hear his heart beat at the speed of a thousand race horses.

He pulls away to kiss the top of my head before firmly grabbing my hand. Not even whispering a single word. He rushes me through the hallways before pushing me into an empty room that he surely scouted out before the show. As soon as I shut the door he crashes his lips into mine, his hands grabbing greedily at my top. I wrap my arms around my neck before tilting my head back to get a good look at his face.

"What?" He asks.

I smile and push a golden curl out of his face. "I just wanted to make sure that I heard you right. Did you say you would kill him?"

A smirk crawls onto his face. His ocean blue eyes staring directly into mine. "With my own two bare hands, sweetheart."

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[theworldofotps]

Letter From The Road

AEW Superstar: Hangman Adam Page Word Count: 361 ~A series in which I write letters from superstars to their partners or loved ones back home while they’re on tour.~

Wishing the happiest birthday to one of the best friends a person could ever hope for. @melissahausen I hope you enjoy this little surprise I love you so much and hope your birthday is a good one. Thank you for the endless chats, banter and all the little gems of happiness our friendship has. I don’t know what I’d do without you, big shout out to your mom for having you. Happy birthday lovely!🖤 _________ Tag list:

@omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic​ @writtingrose @99hook @sjwrites22​ @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @biforrollynch @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @claymorexpunisher @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @thatnerdwriter @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @auburnwrites @aews-four-pillars @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @mcreignsera

If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. ___________ Dear Future Wife, I’m going to write this in capital letters, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!! I’m so excited to see what this next year has in store and I so wish that I could be there with you today to celebrate it. Thank you for letting me be apart of your last four, can’t wait to celebrate with you the rest of our lives. 

A little bird that walks around with half its face painted told me you haven’t been feeling the best lately. I’m sorry I’m not there to help you in person but just remember I’m always a call, text or even FaceTime away. I love you more than anything in this world and all I want is for my love to be happy. I know every day won’t be sunshine and rainbows but I know without a doubt you can make it through this slump. Remember that you are worth being in this world, it’s lucky to have you. I am lucky to have you. The world wouldn’t see right without you in it and I’ll remind you for the rest of your days of that. 

You’re my dream and sometimes even dreams have bad moments. Please know I love you and I’m always here. Things are going to get better I promise just gotta keep pushing on.

I hope you like the gift basket, and roses and your favorite drinks that I had sent round. It took some planning but I managed to get it done. When you open the small box, think of me. I hope today is a great day for you baby because you deserve it and so much more. I’ll see you really soon and then we can celebrate your day together. Remember we have our big date coming up soon. I love you so much baby to the moon and beyond. 

~Yours forever plus a day.  Adam P.

P.s: The little bird told me to tell you please don’t be angry he doesn’t want to have his skateboard “borrowed” again.

P.s.s: I’ll see you at two pm today. I love you and surprise! You won’t read this until after I’m already there x 

#letters from the road #hangman adam page #adam page x reader #hangman adam page fanfiction

[darbyallinsskateboard]

Dynamite Girl (Poly! Elite x Reader)

A/N while I take a break off of the nepotism story please take this

(gif creds @juliahart​)

A soft knock to your locker room had you look up from your phone, slightly stirred from the trance your phone had over you, you walked to the door and stared through one of the many little holes that chipped into the door from the years it had been in use, out in the hallway stood the four men you most dreaded seeing; The Elite, Matt and Nick Jackson, Kenny Omega and Adam Page, you internally groaned and slowly backed off from the door.

“We know you’re in there Dove” comes Adam’s gentle voice, you sighed and stepped back to the door, opening it slightly, you peeked out at the men, your eyes red and puffy, you sniffled as Kenny silently ushered the door open and wrapped his arm around you “oh no no no please don’t cry Jewel” Kenny tried to negotiate with you, you whimpered into his shoulder, burying your face into it as he picked you up, walking over to your previously occupied couch.

“What happened Angel Face?” how it was Nick’s turn to speak up, his gentle hands coming to rest on your shoulder blades, softly caressing them, Matt turned his attention to your phone on the couch, face up, he walked over and grabbed it, his eyes widening then ushering over towards the couch, showing the screen to the other three men, hateful dm’s of all kinds had been opened and scrolled through.

Matt was the first one to break the silence in the room “You don’t- you don’t actually believe these things right? please tell me you don't believe it princess” his words cut through the silence and tension in the room, you peaked at him from your refuge in Kenny’s arms, simply nodding then hiding your face again, the men around the room sigh, Kenny tightening his hold on you, kissing your forehead, as Nick gently pressed a kiss between your shoulder blades, Adam kneels down beside you and gentle rubs your calf, running up to your thigh

“You know something Angel Face?” Nick piped up and you peaked out at him, with a questioning look written over your confused face, and Nick chuckles “before we decided it’d be a good idea to share you, we always had an internal conflict, I mean we fought over you constantly, you were just that stunning and alluring to us, so who cares what some nobody on the internet says about you? you’re the most amazing girl that could have ever come into our life” this made you laugh through the tears that began to flow again.

“that does make me feel a bit better” you confess to the men and Kenny’s chest rumbles while he chuckles “Good, because a jewel as beautiful as you shouldn’t ever be upset, you got that?” I nod and sink more into Kenny’s chest, letting my worries wash away as the men I love the most all hold me.

A/N I have not had a good couple of weeks, so I took an unannounced hiatus and I’m sorry about that, but the nepotism series should have a much needed update soon

#aew #aew x reader #kenny omega #kenny omega x reader #adam page #adam page x reader #nick jackson #nick jackson x reader #matt jackson #matt jackson x reader #the elite #the elite x reader

[plentyoffandoms]

Source of cover photo: @cowboyshit

(AU) Wild West - Hangman Adam Page x f/Reader (18+)

Main Masterlist ♡ Alternate Wrestler Universe ♡ Adam Page Masterlist

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Unprotected sex. Oral (m & F receiving) Fingering.

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

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @cardinalbiggles 2nd gif @bloodycowboyclub

WC: 1702

Summary: Sheriff Hangman decides to visit his favourite prostitute at the brothel.

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The familiar building came into my view. Many women, from young to old, were in the windows or hanging out over the railing on the pouch.

They all waved at me, calling my name. Hoping I will choose them.

"Oh, Sheriff Page."

"Oh, Adam."

But there is only one woman who I pick here at The Madams Secret, who is run by the one and only Nyla Rose.

Speaking of Madame Rose. There she was, walking outside, demanding her girls to go back inside. She noticed me as she heard the sound of my horse.

"Good evening, Sheriff Page." I tipped my hat at her. "Madame Rose." I got off my horse and tied her to the post.

"You look like you have seen better days." She placed her hand on my arm, looking at me with concern.

Nyla has known me ever since I was a young boy, coming to this small dusty town with my father.

"Are those men from the Blackpool Gang giving you trouble again?"

"No more trouble than usual." The two of us walked through her front doors.

"She is up in her room." Nyla nodded her head towards the stairs. I thanked her as I walked through the crowded room.

Many women hanging all over men who should be at home with their wives and their children. I saw many men get taken by their hands to go somewhere private.

I walked up the stairs, taking the familiar route to her room. I tried to ignore the noises coming from behind the closed doors.

I raised my hand to knock on the familiar door, but I stopped myself. I took off my hand and tried to fix my hair as best as I could.

Her door opened suddenly, and she gave me an amused smile. "Good evening, Sheriff Page."

"Good evening, sweetheart." She shook her head, giggling at the fact that I call her . I know she gets called many names, but never sweetheart.

She stepped to the side, and I walked into her room, looking around. I have no idea what I am looking for, but I always look around when I come by.

I heard the door close, and I turned to look at her. She was leaning against the door. "Stephen." Was all she had to say before I took her in my arms and kissed her, hard, moaning her name.

Hearing her say my name, my real name also sent a shiver up my spine.

When my father and I first came here, we were actually on the run from some debt collector. We travelled for many weeks before we settled here, with whole new identities.

I became Adam Page.

I met YN when I was wandering around, trying to get used to this place I would eventually call home.

I met her right outside The Madams Secret. Her mother was a prostitute there. Nyla took YN under her ring and kept her safe while her mother was busy with her clients.

YN wasn't friends with any other children in town because the grownups were concerned about their children being around that type of environment.

She found out my real name when she was at my place one evening, and my father came in, calling me by the name Stephen.

"Who is Stephen?" Came her soft voice.

That night, we told her everything. She promised she would never tell anyone, and to this day, she never has. She only says my name in private.

As I bunched her skirts up around her waist, eager to get my hand between her thighs, I wanted to tell her how much I missed her, but I couldn't.

She spread her legs for me, and I groaned at how wet she already is for me. I inserted two fingers, and her mouth left mine, gasping.

"You missed me, Sweetheart? Yeah, you did. I can tell." I said as I thrust my fingers in and out of her pussy.

Every time I see her, I always make sure that she orgasms at least two times. The record for me making her orgasm is six times.

"Come on, sweetheart, I can feel you're close already. No one took care of you while I was gone?" I placed my hand that wasn't between her thighs at the nape of her neck, forcing her to look into my eyes.

Her eyes were half-closed, and her mouth was hanging open. Her pussy was fluttering around my fingers. She shook her head no.

"I know they didn't. No one ever does. Don't worry, Stephen is here to take care of you. You want my mouth after this or my cock?"

Her pussy tightened around my fingers when I said my cock, but I needed her to say it.

"Cock. I need yours." Her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth fell open, ready to moan my name loudly.

I crashed my mouth against hers, swallowing her moans as she came for the first time tonight. I groaned into the kiss as she squeezed my fingers with her pussy.

I continued to thrust my fingers through her orgasm. "Look at me." I said to her as I pulled fingers out her pussy.

I opened my mouth once her eyes were on me and placed my fingers in my mouth, my eyes closing at the taste of her.

I pulled away from her slightly, dropping to my knees. "Hold your skirts for me."

I groaned loudly when my mouth wrapped around her clit. Her skirts fell around me, making it dark. Her hands gripped my head through the fabric as she grinded her pussy against my mouth.

"That's it, sweetheart. Use me." I muttered against her pussy, knowing she can't hear me. I continued to eat her out, wanting her to finish all of my face.

She was crying our my name, almost like a chant. Her legs were shaking. If I wasn't holding her up, she would be sliding down the door.

"Oh, shit." Was all I heard before she soaked my face. I groaned as she soaked my chin, her juices soaking into my beard.

She lifted her skirts, and I had to blink at the soft light in the room. She was going to say something, but I stood up so fast, lifting her into my arms, making her squeal.

"Stephen." She gasped as she clung to me. I walked backwards towards her bed, didn't stop until I felt the edge of her bed against the back of my thighs.

I sat on the bed, bringing her with me, letting her sit in my lap, our lips connecting once more. "I need to see you." I said against her lip. I let go hips as she slid off my lap.

I didn't tear my eyes away as she slowly took her clothes off. I imagined that this was happening in our own home, instead of a brothel, that I should have shut down long ago.

"Your turn, Stephen." She said as she stepped out of her skirts. I quickly undressed, watching as she bit her lip as more and more of skin appeared until I was just as naked as her.

She walked towards me and placed her hands on my chest, and pushed me so I was laying flat on back on her bed.

I gripped my cock, jerking it as she climbed on top of me. "You wanna ride this cowboy?" I asked as she raised her self so she was hovering over my cock.

"Always." She said as she placed my cock against her pussy and slid down on my cock. The moment I was fully inside her, I gripped her hips, hard. Not wanting her to move. Never wanting this moment to end. My cock being gripped by her warm, wet pussy.

She placed her one hand on my chest and the other on my face. "Come back to me, Stephen." I didn't notice I closed my eyes.

I opened my eyes, and she winked at me as she raised herself until just the tip inside her pussy. She slammed herself down, her back arching, her nails digging into my chest.

I couldn't stop the groans and moans falling from my lips as she bounced on my cock. Her pussy always squeezing me just the right way.

Her own head was flung back as she moved her hips. "So good. So good, Stephen." I softly moaned at her, saying my name as she fucked herself atop of me.

"That's it, sweetheart. Just like that. Taking me so well." I said as I sat up, wrapping my arms around her waist, flipping her onto her back as it was my turn to pound her into her mattress.

I pulled back, placing her legs over my shoulders as I continued to pound into her pussy, folding her in half. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She was close.

"Come on, sweetheart. Cum all over my cock." I reached between our two bodies and started to rub her clit.

It didn't take long for her legs to start to shake over my shoulders. Her hands gripping her hair, tears streaming down her face.

I fucked her through her orgasm, forcing myself to not finish just yet, but her pussy was gripping me just the right way, but I pulled out, jerking my cock.

She quickly got on her knees, wrapping her lips around my cock. I removed my hands from my cock and placed them on the back of her head as she moved her lips up and down.

"YN." I groaned as I came, sending a shiver up my spine as she swallowed my cum.

She continued to suck, even as I started to soften in her mouth. I pulled her mouth off of me. I laid down next to her, bringing her with me. Wrapping her in my arms, trying to keep her room as the fire started to cool.

"Stephen." Her back was against my chest.

"Yes sweetheart?" I asked as I moved her hair from her shoulder and kissed her shoulder.

"I missed you." I stopped kissing her shoulder.

"I missed you too, sweetheart."

Tag list: @lghockey @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @nicoleveno14 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @melissahausen @faerieofthenightcourt @tahiri-veyla @madhatterbri @ospreayelite @daddyhausen @josiewrites @madamejustice527

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[love-imagineitall]

Taylor Swift Prompt List

Hello all! I have been severely lacking inspiration, but after listening to Taylor Swift for a while, I wanted to create a prompt list with some Taylor Swift songs.

So please request away! And if there are other taylor swift songs that are not on this list please feel free!

Debut

Tim McGraw: "When you think Tim McGraw I hope you think of me"

Picture To Burn: "As far as I'm concerned, you're just another picture to burn"

Should've Said No: "You should've said no, you should've gone home You should've thought twice 'fore you let it all go You should've known that word 'Bout what you did with her'd get back to me (Get back to me)"

Fearless

Fearless: " You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless And I don't know why but with you, I'd dance In a storm in my best dress, fearless"

Love Story: "Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes""

Hey Stephen: "Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel Can't help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain so Come feel this magic I've been feeling since I met you Can't help it if there's no one else Mmm, I can't help myself"

You Belong with Me: "If you could see that I'm the one who understands you Been here all along, so why can't you see? You belong with me, you belong with me"

Speak Now

Mine: "You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter You are the best thing that's ever been mine"

Back To December: "So this is me swallowing my pride Standin' in front of you sayin', "I'm sorry for that night""

The Story Of Us: " Now, I'm standin' alone in a crowded room And we're not speakin' And I'm dyin' to know Is it killin' you like it's killin' me?"

Red

I Knew You Were Trouble: "Cause I knew you werе trouble when you walked in So shamе on me now"

All Too Well: "And you call me up again Just to break me like a promise So casually cruel in the name of being honest"

We Are Never Getting Back Together: "We are never, evеr, ever gettin' back togеther"

I Bet You Think About Me: "I bet you couldn't believe When you realized I'm harder to forget than I was to leave And I bet you think about me"

1989

Style: "Say you'll remember me Standin' in a nice dress Starin' at the sunset, babe Red lips and rosy cheeks Say you'll see me again Even if it's just in your Wildest dreams"

Now That We Don't Talk: "I call my mom, she said that it was for the best Remind myself, the morе I gave, you'd want me less I cannot bе your friend, so I pay the price of what I lost And what it cost, now that we don't talk"

reputation

End Game: "I wanna be your end game (End game) I wanna be your first string (First string) I wanna be your A-Team (A-Team) I wanna be your end game, end game"

Don't Blame Me: "Don't blame me, love made me crazy If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right"

Delicate: "My reputation's never been worse, so You must like me for me (Yeah, I want you) We can't make Any promises now, can we, babe? But you can make me a drink"

Gorgeous: "You're so gorgeous I can't say anything to your face 'Cause look at your face (Gorgeous) And I'm so furious At you for makin' me feel this way But what can I say? You're gorgeous"

Dress: "Only bought this dress so you could take it off"

New Year's Day: "Don’t read the last page But I stay when it's hard or it's wrong or we're makin’ mistakes I want your midnights But I'll be cleanin' up bottles with you on New Year's Day"

Lover

I Forgot That You Existed: "I forgot that you existed And I thought that it would kill me, but it didn't"

Lover: "I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue All's well that ends well to end up with you Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover"

Paper Rings: "I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings"

Cornelia Street: "And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends I'd never walk Cornelia Street again That's the kinda heartbreak time could never mend I'd never walk Cornelia Street again"

Daylight: "I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you I've been sleepin' so long in a twenty-year dark night And now I see daylight, I only see daylight"

Folklore

The 1: "But it would've been fun If you would've been the one"

Peace: "All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?"

Evermore

Tolerate It: "If it's all in my head, tell me now Tell me I've got it wrong somehow I know my love should be celebrated But you tolerate it"

Happiness: "There'll be happiness after you But there was happiness because of you Both of these things can be true There is happiness"

Midnights

Midnight Rain: "He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain He wanted a bride, I was making my own name Chasing that fame, he stayed the same All of me changed like midnight"

Bejeweled: "Best believe I'm still bejeweled When I walk in the room I can still make the whole place shimmer"

Mastermind: "What if I told you none of it was accidental? And the first night that you saw me Nothing was gonna stop me"

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[besthimbomachine]

what my hands and my body done

summary: After his win against Jon Moxley in the death match, Adam feels the weight of what he had to do hanging heavy in his chest. He goes out to a bar to try and find relief at the bottom of a bottle but finds something else instead. His relief comes in the form of the bartender who knows nothing of who he is or what he has gone through, just what he needed to be able to wash out the savagery from his body. pairing: hangman adam page x reader word count: 9743 warning: smut, minors go away this one is a request for hangman x reader smut set after his revolution match from @lambofjudgement! sorry I lost your ask somewhere babe, I was trying to put it in my drafts before so I could prepare the answer but then I couldn't find it anymore. Also sorry this took so long to come out and it's this big, yall this is why my requests take so long, I often end up turning them into much bigger things, esp if I like the concept. anyways, here it is, horny and rough cowboy action. thank you so much for the request I loved writing it and it made me 3x hornier for the hangster which has actually enhanced my quality of life!

Wednesday nights at the bar were always slow. Few people went out to drink in the middle of the week, and most of the ones who did were familiar faces, long time patrons who either drank too much or lived under weird schedules. Not that you were one to judge, you’d had your own ups and downs in life, so you didn’t care much. Besides, your job was to serve drinks, not ask questions. Not unless people wanted you to, some always did, but most just wanted to be left alone. And so you did, happy to serve orders that you knew like the back of your hand and be surrounded by faces you'd seen a dozen times before. So, it was a wonder when you spotted somebody new.

It was way past the middle of your shift when he came in, movement in the bar slowing down as the clock already marked eleven in the night. Music played softly in the background as you cleaned the stone counter, the bar mostly empty. Just a few people hang around, the odd couple here and there, the low noise of their conversations filling the space in between. You’d been sitting in a chair and just looking through your phone when he came up to the counter, blue eyes looking around before he spotted you. To see a new face on a Wednesday night was a surprise already. For that new face to be a big guy with a black eye was something else.

Your first worry at the sight was that he’d be some sort of troublemaker. A big, strong looking dude walks into your bar with a busted eye, there is no way you wouldn’t worry. Today was one of the few days you didn’t get to stay until closing, the last thing you needed was a problem patron right at the end of your shift. You looked him up and down, looking for any suspicious sign, any small thing that could count as a warning. But contrary to your fears, the man just politely asked for an old fashioned in a voice so quiet you almost couldn’t hear it. His demeanor seemed so different from the rough look in his face that you almost couldn’t believe it.

As you started preparing the cocktail he struck up conversation - another surprise to you, usually the types to show up looking like trouble were the ones who liked to drink in silence. A heavy southern accent spilled through his words as he made small talk, he was charismatic and good at conversation and despite his looks, he sounded nice enough. You quickly learned his name was Adam and that he wasn’t from this city, just passing by for work. He never specified what he worked at, and you didn’t press either, you had more interesting questions in your mind. Questions that could help you decide whether this guy fine or if you should be pulling the crowbar from under the counter.

“So,” you started, going back to cleaning your shaker as you tried to pretend you weren’t quite so curious, “looking like you had a rough day there, buddy.”

“Ah,” Adam stuttered in his words, one hand coming to touch the skin under his swollen eye, an awkward smile playing on his lips, “yeah, not my best, but at least I’m alive.”

You smiled back at him, trying to set him a bit more at ease. His answer made it seem like whatever happened to him hadn’t been by his own choice, but you still felt curiosity getting the better of you. You’d try one more time, if he didn’t want to answer, you’d let it drop.

“Mind if I ask what happened?” You leaned into the counter, pulling your chair closer to him as you sat down.

“Well,” Adam looked around, taking a deep breath before his gorgeous eyes fell back to you, soft gaze wavering just slightly. “Guess I caught the attention of the wrong person.”

You looked back at him, a grimace coming to your face for just a second as his blue eyes looked into his cup, a large hand twirling the dark liquid around. The guy clearly didn’t want to discuss what happened, so you wouldn’t ask anymore. Besides, if what he said was true, it seemed he’d fallen in with the wrong crowd. You’d seen that story play a dozen times, it never really ended well.

“Shit,” you replied with a sympathetic smile, Adam watching you from the corner of your eyes as he drank his whiskey, “let’s hope you don’t have to go through that again.”

“Yeah, let’s hope for that,” he retorted with a small laugh, raising his glass to you before taking a large gulp.

Adam was more than glad when you dropped the subject. His body was still sore and freshly bruised from his encounter with Moxley, but in the end, he’d come out alive. No matter the cost. But he had come to the bar with the intention of forgetting that very match, forgetting just how far he had to go to win it. His body refused to let go, it refused to slow down from the sheer violence it had gone through, but his mind needed the break. He needed it desperately. 

So went looking for the first bar that seemed like nobody there would be watching any sort of sport whatsoever, and that’s how he found this place. From the outside, the bar looked like a hole in the wall, and the minute he stepped in, he was quick to figure out why. It was a punk bar - or at least some sort of underground rock bar. The place didn’t want to be noticed because it catered to a particular clientele, and right now, Adam was all too happy for it.

When he entered the place, it seemed nice enough, and the fact that people seemed not to care about his presence was a welcomed change. But from the moment he sat on the counter, however, he only had eyes for you. Maybe it was the violence still coursing through him, trying to find another outlet to escape - or maybe you just looked that good. But the moment his eyes found you, he could feel something in his body stir, even as he tried to push it down. Even as he tried to tame whatever part of him that was behaving so much like an animal.

As Adam asked for a drink, he could see your eyes judging him, heavy stare regarding him with violent suspicion. Even your burning glare and tough demeanor did nothing to lessen his powerful and sudden attraction. He made polite conversation, trying to keep his wandering eyes under control and hoping he could avoid the obvious topic of what happened to him. It didn’t really work, but he was glad you were quick to drop the subject when you noticed his vague answers. He had come to the bar trying to be something else, somebody other than the person he’d been at the ring. He wanted to forget what he had to do today, and if just for a night, be cleansed of this whole issue with Moxley. And as he continued chatting with you, a part of him hoped you could help with that.

Soon, you found yourself enjoying what was supposed to be just polite small talk. Adam had a charm around him, a certain magnetism that made it hard not to smile and his words and laugh at his every joke. And it’s not like his looks were helping either, despite the purple bruise on his swollen eye he still looked beautiful, blond hair framing his face in the most flattering way. Hell, maybe the bruise made him even more so, adding this air of dangerous mystery to his soft blue eyes. Clashing with the sweetness of his deep voice and the warmth of his laughter.

Though you weren’t stupid, before he was even done with the drink you could tell he was trying to hit on you. You could see his baby blues wandering from your eyes to your mouth before going back up. The drawl of his voice sounding so welcoming as he tried to smooth talk you. This wasn’t your first rodeo, you’d seen plenty of others try this before - most not even half as good looking as him, though. But you played along, half out of boredom and half out of honest interest. You had no special plans for the night, and you wouldn’t mind finishing it with such a handsome man between your legs.

You two went like this for a little while, flirting and talking whenever you didn’t have to serve something or another to someone who’d come up to the counter. Adam was a good talker, charming and polite, with a deep voice and a thick accent that you wouldn’t mind listening to for a long while. He’d arrived at the bar quiet and almost defeated, but as the whiskey worked its way around his body he started perking up, laugh coming easier as he started to relax. It was when you were putting away one of the bottles, back turned to him, that he hit you with a question you wanted to hear.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” he started, taking a sip from his whiskey as you turned back to him, “what are you doing tomorrow?”

“Are you trying to ask the bartender out, Adam?” You asked teasingly.

“If she’ll have me,” he replied, voice a deep rumble as a smile played on his beautiful lips.

“She’d love to,” you leaned into the counter, smiling back at him before cocking your head to the side, pulling your body further from him. “You are shit out of luck, though, I gotta see my brother and nephew tomorrow. Haven’t seen the brat in a while, can’t back down this time,” you saw his smile drop, shoulders slumping slightly as he took in your answer, but before he could respond you continued. “But, if you aren’t scared of being out this late, my shift ends in half an hour.”

“Well, darling,” he smiled again, tongue licking a droplet of his drink that spilled down his lip, his voice thick and inviting, “I’m not afraid if you aren’t.”

When your shift ended, you changed quickly back into your normal clothes, an old band t-shirt with the neckline and sleeves cut off tucked into the jeans you’d worn for work. Pulling Adam by the hand, you quickly drag him away from the bar, through the front exit and into an empty street. When he protests about where you are going, you just tell him that it’s going to be somewhere nice, enjoying his look of shock and confusion. He was clearly surprised at the ease with which you traversed through the silent streets. You may be horny, but you weren’t just about to get into a room with this guy without giving him a run for it first, just to make sure you weren’t going to die.

It’s about a fifteen minute walk before you pull up to a partially hidden park, Adam’s eyes widening as he takes in the sight. The park was surrounded by large buildings, if someone didn’t know it was there, they probably wouldn’t have found it. That by itself was already something, but mounted somewhere in the park was a projector he couldn’t see. All he could see was the large black and white movie projected in one of the gray walls, the sounds of it coming from further ahead. You pulled at his hand again, taking him from his state of shock, holding two beer bottles in your hand as you led the way forward.

You stopped by a tree a little further away from where most of the people were gathering. There were few people sitting around in the park, most of them gathered in a spot closer to the projection. You had chosen a place by the side of it, not central but still visible. Handing him the beer, you leaned back into the large tree, Adam following suit. The projection was of an old horror movie, some black and white creature feature he’d never seen before.

As you talked a few minutes, he discovered you knew the man who ran this outdoor screening - he was the owner of the bar. It was an event that happened twice a week, and you’d come here after work to wind down. In the back of his head, Adam wondered if you could see just how much he needed to wind down. You talked and laughed at the movie for a while, and he could feel his body and mind starting to relax. The ghosts of what had happened hours before seeming more distant now. He felt lighter, laughing with disregard at something from the movie when your voice interrupted him.

“So, was the impromptu date worth it?” You ask, voice and eyes betraying your desire.

“Very much so,” he replies, letting his own desire drip through his voice, turning his body towards you.

“Then I guess I deserve a reward?” You question, already leaning closer to him, a mischievous smile painted on your face.

Adam reciprocates the gesture, leaning forward and closing the space between you, crashing his lips into yours. He brings a hand to hold your face, the other sneaking around your waist as he feels your hands touch his chest. Your lips taste like citrus to him, they are soft and sweet, and he wouldn’t mind staying in their taste. Adam bites softly into your lower lip, making you whimper in his arms, and he takes that opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. His touch starts light but very quickly becomes rougher as he feels you lean into the kiss more, arms coming around his neck, your chest pressing against his.

His strong hand holds you by the back of your head, tongue tasting every bit of the soft wetness of your mouth. He can still feel the beer over the citric flavor of your lips, the faint taste of alcohol dancing on your tongue. You moan into his lips and Adam shivers, cock twitching in his pants at the sensation. He doesn’t want to, but he has to break the kiss for air, lips finding your neck the moment he regains his breath. You smell like wood and cinnamon and something sweet, and it has him intoxicated.

You moan under his touch, a hand slipping into his blond hair as the other goes back to his broad chest. He looked strong before, but now under your touch he feels impressive. Thick shoulders feeling solid like rock to your fingers, powerful arms holding you in a vice like grip. He could snap you in half if he wanted, you were sure, but he doesn’t, hand cradling your head gently as he devours your neck. His presence feels almost addictive to your senses, the feeling of his body on yours, the taste of his mouth, the way he smells like leather and moss. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

Tugging on his hair, you pull his face back to yours, lips meeting with a needy cry. You slip your tongue into his mouth, tasting the beer and whiskey on him. He growls through the sloppy kiss as your hand travels from his chest and down his solid torso. You feel his grip on your waist harden as your fingers slowly move down. He takes over the kiss, biting and licking with fervor, abusing your lips while the hand on the back of your head keeps you in place. Your fingers slip past his belt, finding the rough texture of his jeans and the clear bulge pressing against the fabric. It feels big, hard and hot, and you need to have it now.

Slipping your other hand down, you work fast to unbuckle his belt before Adam can protest - though, something tells you he wouldn't really do that. Breaking from the kiss, you look him in the eyes, the blue all but gone as his dilated pupils take over the space. You let your hands hover over the button of his pants for a second to see if he’d stop you, when he doesn’t, you undo it fast, pulling the zipper down in a haste. You slip your hand down into his pants, looking around you for a moment, counting on the distance from the people and the cover of the dim light to keep you safe.

When you finally pull out his cock, Adam shudders, a low grunt escaping his lips. God, he looks so good, big, thick and hard as metal on your hand. You can’t wait to taste it, lowering your body down until your lips are almost at his head. Looking back at him, you catch his darkened eyes trailed on your mouth as he leans back into the tree trunk. You teasingly slip your tongue out, licking his sensitive head. He trembles in your hand with an erotic noise, and that’s when you dive in, finally taking him into your mouth.

Adam mutters a curse under his breath, words coming like a rumble from deep within his core. He watches as your pretty lips seal tight around his cock, sucking on the swollen tip, one hand gripping at his base. Shit, he usually wouldn’t do something like this, but he was way past caring right now. Your mouth felt so warm, so good, his need was the only thing running through his head at the moment. Taking one hand to your hair, fingers softly holding at the strands, he lets you set the pace, happy to just drench in the pleasure he felt.

You take him out of your mouth for a second and Adam almost whines at the loss of your warmth. He watches you kissing along his underside, going all the way down to the base of his hard length. Your wet tongue licks around his erection before finding a particularly sensitive vein on his underside. He hisses as you trail his length from the base to the slit slowly, pleasure bordering on pain at your torturous pace. A deep groan escapes his throat, as you take him in your mouth again. Adam looks around, just for safety, as he made more noise than he expected. There is nobody around, no one looking, you are still in the clear.

He watches you swallowing his thick cock a good two thirds of the way to the base. You felt so perfect, mouth warm and wet, and he can’t help the moan that leaves his mouth. This was so risky, but it felt so good, the adrenaline rush heightening his sensations. Adam watches as you bob your head up and down, the wet noises you are making sounding pornographic as they reach his ears. You work him so well, building up the tight coil in his core, and you hadn’t even taken him all in your mouth. Though, you didn’t even need to, he could already feel his body twitching at the pleasure, hips begging to buck into your soft lips.

You feel Adam’s grip tightening slightly in your hair, a groan rumbling through his body as it falls from his lips. His erection throbs against your lips as you take more of it in your mouth, you could feel the salty taste of precum already spilling from his slit. He was thick and long, and you were struggling to take in all of him, but fuck, you really wanted to. You feel the swollen head of his cock hit the roof of your mouth, so big and hot that it pulls a moan from you, the vibrations going straight to his length. Adam moans out your name, a string of praises falling from his lips.

Bobbing your head up and down, you start to take more of him. You feel his cock throbbing in your mouth as his hips buck up. You can tell he is trying to keep control of his movements, but it’s clearly not going very well. Your lips come close to his base, and he growls, the sinful sound making your core tighten and your body shiver. He starts praising you again, his words emboldening you to move, his thick cock filling up the inside of your mouth, precum leaking vigorously now. Gagging slightly, you feel his cock reaching the back of your throat, his hand caressing your head as his murmurs never cease. When your lips finally circle his base, he shudders under you, whispered praises morphing into an unintelligible moan.

Adam feels himself twitch and throb at the sensation, his erection surrounded by the warm wetness of your mouth. You start moving again, and he has to fight the need to thrust into your beautiful lips. He feels almost delirious as you bob your head, taking him all the way to the balls every time. His dirty praises turn to a string of curses that fall from his lips like mad prayers, the feeling of your wet mouth dragging along his sensitive cock having him in a trace. Your tongue presses just right on the thick vein on his underside, stimulating the sensitive spot until he can’t help the bucking of his hips. 

You could feel his hard length throbbing between your lips, he tastes so damn good, so sinfully delicious. His engorged head hits against your cheeks as you suck, salty precum coating your tongue. The hand on your head grips tighter onto your hair, but he doesn’t try to move you, even though he can’t help the thrusting of his hips anymore. You are moving with ease now, slobbering down his heavy erection, the mix of saliva and pre cum making it all easier. 

He was coming close, you could feel it, his body shaking under your touch and his voice becoming rougher and filled with desire. You begin to feel his thick cock throb and twitch as his hips buck harder. He tasted good, so good, and the feeling of his hot skin against your tongue had you groaning into his length. Adam started to lose himself in moans and praises that spilled out of his perfect lips almost mindlessly. You could feel his powerful legs twitching and trembling from the pleasure.

Adam was panting, the knuckles on the hand he had on the ground turning white. Shit, you felt so damn perfect, mouth wet and hot as you took his cock so fucking well. All he could think of was how perfect you felt, the way you took all of him in your mouth, the throbbing of his length as it rubbed on your tongue, and it was all so damn good. When you groaned into his cock, it was too much to take, the coil within him snapping with a thunderous shudder that shook his whole body. 

The hand on your head held you in place, length buried almost to the hilt in your mouth, swollen head close to the back of your throat as his release began to spill. Rope after thick rope of cum shooting from his tip, flooding your mouth before flowing down your throat as you started to swallow it. It tasted strong and so damn good and there was so much, your core throbbed at the thought of having him filling your pussy with it. You sucked Adam through his orgasm, making sure to milk him to the last drop of his cum before you let him go from your mouth and tucked him back into his jeans.

You closed his pants and belt before coming back up to his eye level again. The moment you did, he pulled you into a harsh kiss, tasting himself in your mouth as you immediately let his tongue inside. The kiss was rough and sloppy and despite having just had his release, Adam still needed more. Pulling away from the wetness of your mouth, he held your face close to his own, strong hand holding you by the strands of your hair, his eyes savoring your red and swollen lips for a second before finding your gaze.

“Fuck, you are so damn good. I’m gonna take you to my hotel room ‘cause I really need to fuck you right now,” his words came in a grunt, voice deep and husky and filled with desire, his mouth was so close to your face that you could feel his breath on you.

You nodded, and that was all the confirmation Adam needed. Getting up in a haste, he pulled you up by the arm, quickly making his way to the entrance of the park. He got you both a cab, keeping you locked in a sloppy kiss as you waited for the car to arrive. The drive to his hotel was short, but you could tell was fighting the need to just ravage you on the way as his hand held your thigh in a strong grip. When you entered the elevator, the two of you were already at each other’s mouths, too needy and desperate to care about the obvious camera watching your intense kiss.

The minute Adam locked the door, you were already working on the buttons of his shirt, pushing him back into the hard wood as your lips found his neck. His skin felt hot to the touch, burning up against your mouth as you trailed your tongue from his shoulder all the way to his jaw. Your hands clumsily opened the first few buttons of his shirt, feeling the soft hairs on his chest brushing against your fingertips. A part of you wanted to rip his shirt open, an animalistic display of desire. But you wouldn’t do it, no matter how much you wanted, and by god you did. His smell had you intoxicated, and you could barely wait to feel him inside you.

With a rough movement, Adam pulled your mouth to his, calloused hands grabbing you by the chin and holding you in place as his lips crashed on yours. Opening your mouth, you let him take what he wanted, because you wanted it so much too. His tongue immediately slipping between your lips, the kiss rough and sloppy. You could still taste the bitterness of the beer in him, accompanied by the slight remnants of the whiskey he’d had at the bar.  The biting sting of alcohol only making the kiss feel all the more erotic.

The hand on your face traveled to the back of your neck, gripping hard to keep you in place, thick fingers digging into your skin. His free hand circled around your waist, pulling you flush into his strong body, closing whatever tiny distance there was between you. His touch was hot, searing iron marking his path around your body, setting your nerves in a burning haze. Your head felt dizzy, and you didn’t know if it was the alcohol or if you were running out of breath, but god, you couldn’t care less. You wanted more. More of the smell of his skin, more of the taste of his tongue, more of his touch wherever you could have it.

Adam was the one to break the kiss, gasping for air as his strong arms caged your body against his. In the darkness of the room, you couldn’t see his eyes, only feel the heat of his ragged breath on your skin and hear the faint groan slipping from his lips. It sounded raspy and tense, like the promise of something powerful and wild hiding below the surface. Something mysterious and alluring that spoke to a deep part of your mind.

The moment you felt oxygen rush back to your head, your lips found the exposed expanse of his chest. You kissed and licked your way around his heated skin, tasting whatever you could of him as your fingers went back to working on his buttons. He pulled you even closer together, your crotch rutting against his, and you could feel his erection through his jeans. The large bulge rubbing against your pants, your pussy tightening at the thought of having him fully sheathed inside of you.

Your wet tongue against his chest had Adam grunting loudly, sound filling the emptiness of his hotel room. At this rate, you were going to drive him crazy, turn him into something made of only instinct and desire. He could feel your hands opening the buttons on his shirt, slowly inching closer and closer to his crotch, the anticipation building a raging fire within him. By now, he was already painfully hard again, the smell of your hair and the feeling of your body against his own having his blood rushing down in a matter of seconds. It hadn’t been even a full twenty minutes since he’d cum in your mouth back in the park, but he didn’t care, he still felt his balls full, and he needed to unload inside of you again.

Digging his fingers through your locks, Adam pulled on your hair hard, savoring the sweet moan that escaped your plump lips. Bringing your face back to his own, his lips brushed against yours for a long moment before he dove into the kiss, teeth sinking into your lip before he sucked it into his mouth. His hand on your waist traveled lower, grabbing a handful of your ass and groping you hard, fingers digging into your soft flesh through the fabric of your pants. You cried into the kiss and Adam couldn’t help the rutting of his hips against your own, he felt like an animal, but his need was well beyond control at this point.

When his tongue entered your mouth, you moaned again, sound silenced by his greedy lips. You could feel him grunt, the vibrations in his chest reverberating into your hands, powerful muscles shaking under your touch. You worked your way to his last button, hands caressing his heated skin on their way down. When your fingers touched his belt buckle, you felt his hands leave your body, but it lasted only a moment. Soon they found the back of your legs, pulling them up in a swift movement.

You broke away from the kiss, a surprised noise leaving your throat as he pulled you by your thighs, knees coming around his waist. On instinct, your hands found his shoulder, the fear of the fall ringing loud through your ears. Though, you soon realized he had you in a strong hold, barely a noise coming from him as he  lifted your body with ease and started to make his way to the bed. His strong arms held you in place against him, broad shoulders feeling powerful under your soft palms.

In the darkness of the night, you could barely see the outline of the things in the room. The large windows had their curtains open, but there was nearly no moon in the sky today, and you were so high up that almost no buildings could shine a light through the clear glass. You could only believe that Adam was traveling by instinct through the large space, long strides almost unencumbered by your weight. In his arms you felt light as a feather, solid muscle holding you close with ease as he walked.

In a few steps you felt him come to a stop, throwing your body into the large bed, the soft touch of the covers caressing your skin. There was a long moment of stillness as you laid there, watching the outline of his body move in the darkness. You heard a clicking noise and suddenly a dim amber light bathed the bedroom, coming from a floor lamp that stood beside Adam. The warm glow bathed his light skin, beautiful blue eyes darkened by lust. Even the black eye marking his face looked good on him. You only had a second to bask in his wild beauty before he climbed onto the bed, the mattress shaking under his weight.

With a swift movement, Adam pulled his shirt from inside his pants, violently removing it from his body before throwing it aside. That was the first time you got a full look at him under that shirt, solid ropes of muscle rippling under the skin of his arms and shoulders as he moved. Small scratches and bruises adorned his thick torso, whatever this man had gone through, it had left multiple marks. Still, somehow they only made him look better, marred skin only adding to his exquisite pull.

Slowly, Adam crawled over you, large frame covering your body as his face hovered over yours for a long, intense moment. You could feel his hot breath on your skin, the anticipation of this near touch driving you insane before his lips finally crashed on your own. His mouth was as hot as his skin, your hands flying to his chest and shoulders as his tongue tasted everything it could touch. He growled into the kiss, sound dying on your mouth, but the vibrations rolling through his thick chest and into your hands. He was diving into you like a starving man, and you were all too happy to reciprocate.

Holding himself up in one arm, Adam took his free hand to your hips, pulling a part of your shirt from inside your pants before slipping under it. His calloused palms savoring the soft touch of your heated skin. His fingers sunk deep into your tender flesh as they moved up through your curves, taking in as much of your body as he could. You felt so supple under his touch, so welcoming to his large hands as his mouth devoured yours with fervor. The kiss was growing sloppier by the second, tongues and lips wet and warm in a mindless dance. He wanted to sink deep into you, and he didn’t care if he would come back again.

Pulling away from your lips, Adam broke the kiss for air, but in a moment his mouth found the skin of your jaw, kissing his way to your neck. You moaned under his touch, squirming beneath him as he bit into your soft skin, the taste of your body having him intoxicated. He could feel your nails digging into his back, adding to the scratches he’d been given during the match. Your hips bucked against his, giving his large bulge the friction it so desired, stoking the fire burning deep into his core.

His mouth traveled from your neck to your shoulder, kissing and biting a wet trail down to the neckline of your shirt, his beard brushing against your sensitive skin. Without a warning he sat up on his knees, looking down at your body with pure desire before he started hastily taking off your shirt. His thick fingers digging at the waistband of your pants, roughly tugging at the dark fabric. Pulling it free, he slides it over your head and arms as you angle your body to help get the damn thing off. Adam throws it to the side, uncaring about where it lands, eyes finally finding his prize.

Broad hands find your exposed torso, his fingers digging into your curves as darkened blue eyes devour you like a hungry beast. Your skin glistened under the warm glow of the lamp, looking deliciously soft as your chest rose and fell in ragged breaths. Adam stays still for only a moment, savoring the sight before his hands travel upwards, rough palms committing your warmth to memory. Licking his lips, he finds his target, large fingers groping your breasts, kneading the soft flesh as he growls low and dark.

You watch as his eyes follow the movements of his hands, the sound that just left his throat having a shiver running through your body. He is gripping hard on your tender flesh, bordering the threshold of pain but never crossing it. The pleasure is building up slowly, but you still want more, you try to squirm, but he has you pinned under his weight, so heavy that he doesn’t even seem to register your movements. When his fingers find your nipples, rolling them between his index and thumb, you almost scream. The sound that leaves your mouth akin to the cry of a desperate animal.

The noise seems to be what breaks him, Adam’s eyes turning back to your face for a moment before he dives back to your mouth. He descends on you like a wave, lips crashing against yours before you can even close them, tongue slipping inside in a second. You almost feel like you are drowning in him, but you have no desire to resist. His body covers yours completely, one of your hands flying back to his shoulders, nails digging deep. Your other hand travels to the back of his head, fingers threading into his soft hair and tugging tight.

Adam responds with a deep grunt, mouth leaving yours and moving to your breasts, biting and sucking at the soft skin. You feel his hands move to your waist, fiddling with the button of your jeans before finally pulling it open, zipper following suit. His fingertips dig into the skin of your hips, sliding past the fabric of your panties and teasing you with light touches. You try again to squirm under him, earning only a soft groan as his lips finally find one of your nipples, licking and sucking at it with the same hunger he showed your mouth.

Pleasure ripples through your body, a loud moan coming from deep within you, but you still want more. You slip the hand on his shoulder down his naked torso, feeling his warm skin and the hairs on his chest, digging your fingers into whatever you could touch. Soon you reach his pants, going past his leather belt and straight to the bulge straining against his tight jeans. It feels big and hot to the touch, even through the thick fabric. You hear Adam groan under your touch, the animalistic sound only urging you on, hands rubbing and tugging at his clothed cock.

A raspy moan sounds from him, your nipple slipping from his warm mouth as he sits up again, a fast movement that has his blond hair falling to his eyes. With one hand, he brushes it back, gaze fixed on you as he pauses for a moment. Without breaking eye contact, both his hands fall to his belt, undoing the buckle and pulling it out in a flash, the leather snapping as it slips from the hoops. It, too, is thrown to the side with little care, his fingers then finding the button of his jeans and pulling down the zipper. You try to reach for him, hands dying to grasp at his cock, but he pulls away, getting up from the bed before finally taking off what was left of his clothes.

God, this man is the most sinful thing you’ve seen in a while. His large frame looms over you, large cock looking delicious, precum already gathering at the tip. Before you can even move, Adam’s hands fly to your hips as he starts to pull on your pants. Soon he has your clothes and shoes in a mess on the floor. You are left bare, fully exposed to his hungry eyes. You reach out to touch him, and he lets you this time. Kneeling before him on the bed, your lips find the skin of his torso, kissing your way down, fingers grasping at his thick cock, lazily moving up and down. Just as your mouth reaches its destination, tongue licking at his sensitive head, getting a shiver out of him, Adam pulls your head back by your hair.

“As much as I really like your mouth,” he breathes out, accent thick as he watches you licking your lips, “I want something else now. Come on, get on your knees for me, darling.”

You shiver at the sound of his voice, following his request and positioning yourself on your hands and knees on the bed, arching your back so your chest touches the covers. You feel the mattress dip under Adam’s weight as he climbs on it, a growl sounding from behind you, deep and rough and dripping with lust. A large hand touches your ass, groping it hard before his grip grows lighter, fingers traveling from your hips to your back in a soft touch that has your pussy aching. You want so much more - need so much more - and not seeing his movements only makes your desire grow.

His hand travels back to your hips, sliding over the curve of your ass as you feel his body coming closer to yours, his hard cock touching your soft skin. You whimper, craving more of his touch, pushing back into him, but his strong hand holds you in place, a humming noise coming from behind you. His free hand finds your inner thigh, and you moan at the light touch. It slides up until it finds your wet pussy, thick fingers diving into your warm flesh with a low growl from him. You arch your back further, whimpering again as he massages your folds and teases your entrance.

Adam feels his fingers slide over your pussy with ease, your wetness coating his hand as his cock twitches in response. A rumble emerges from deep within his chest as the hand on your hips grips harder into the softness of your flesh. He bends his torso over your body, lips touching the skin of your back in warm wet kisses while his thick fingers tease your clit. You moan a soft and breathy sound and Adam drinks it in greedily, the hand on your hip traveling up your torso until it finds your breasts.

His kisses run up your spine, beard teasingly scratching your skin as he moves to your shoulder and neck, sinking his teeth into your skin, savoring its taste. You cry out, pushing your body further against his, rubbing your ass against his sensitive cock, and he growls, a shiver running through his body at the delicious friction. You have him feverish with desire, lust burning bright within his core, and he just can’t take it anymore. Pulling away from your body, his hand goes back to holding you by the hips, the one on your pussy leaving your soft flesh to find his length, pumping himself a couple of times to coat it in your wetness.

He looks at your exposed form in the dim light of the room, lust chasing all the blue from his eyes as they follow your curves. Blown out pupils devour your body as Adam gives himself one last tug before lining his cock with your pussy, sliding it up and down your wetness teasingly with a low groan. You whimper and try to press into him again, this time he gives in, sliding his thick erection almost all the way in. Curses spill from his mouth at the sensation, your soft walls wrapping around him in the most delicious ways.

A husky and needy moan escapes your lips as you feel him entering your body, thick cock filling you up and lighting all your nerves ablaze. He feels so sinfully good, better than you expected, pleasure spreading through your body like wildfire. The hands on your hips grip tighter, and he starts to move, slowly pulling back out before sliding in again. You can feel every bump and vein of his cock dragging against your pussy as he  thrusts further in. That’s when you notice he wasn’t even fully sheathed in you before, his hard length reaching deeper into your body as he stretches your walls.  

His movements are slow and deliberate, dragging your insides on every curve of his cock as he pushes his way in. You feel his swollen head pressing deliciously against your soft walls. This time Adam makes it all the way inside, you feel his hips meet yours as his strong hands pull your ass back against his body, a hiss escaping his lips. Your pussy tightens around his length, the fullness making you whimper, a high pitched noise that almost doesn’t resemble your own voice. 

Adam starts moving again, strokes long and slow as he works himself in you from the tip to the base. You are mewling in pleasure, nails digging into the soft covers of the bed. He sets a hard and heavy rhythm that rocks your hips every time he bottoms out. Your pussy clings to his cock with every slide, walls quivering around his hard length. You feel his fingers sliding down your back until it finds your shoulder, large palm pressing into you into the bed with his weight as his movements start to speed up.

“Fuck, you’re so damn good,” he mutters more to himself than to you, words spilling in a haze as he drives his body violently into yours.

Desire starts taking over Adam’s mind, hips moving faster as your walls pulsate against him, making his cock twitch within you. You feel way too good, and he can’t get enough, rubbing his pelvis against yours as he bottoms out every time. Your ass pushing even further into him as you seek his touch. The sensation of your wet pussy around him, the erotic sound of your moans and whimpers, the feeling of your heated skin on his own, it all has his mind reeling, the coil in his core tightening ever further. 

Using his forearm to hold himself on the bed, Adam curves over your body, covering your back with his broad chest as his hand finds one of your breasts. He traces your neck and shoulders with his mouth, tongue savoring your taste as he lays sloppy kisses and light bites on your sensitive flesh. Sweat starts building between your bodies, heated skin rubbing against each other as you move in rhythm. You tremble under his touch and Adam feels it, feels the moan that rumbles out of your throat, his cock twitching in response. Your cries sound so needy and so sweet, he just can’t get enough.

Adam can feel the soft, warm walls of your pussy tightening around him and pulling a grunt from deep in his throat. His hips hammer against yours, making you spasm with every stroke, your ass pushing into him, trying to take his length even deeper. Biting hard on your shoulder, he moves the hand on your hip down to your core, finding your sensitive clit. His thick fingers slide over your wet cunt, relinquishing your wetness as he massages your folds. You tighten around him impossibly so, his thick cock twitching in response as he growls. Your pussy feels like it was made for him, and he pushes in deep, whole body shuddering as you cry out his name.

You feel like you are going mad under his touch, his weight pressing you against the bed as his fingers massages your clit just right. His body feels molded for yours, the head of his cock hitting your sweet stop with every thrust. Your senses begin to overwhelm you, a tightness in your core getting close to snap faster and faster. A desperate cry sounds from your lips as Adam’s hips snap against yours, your ass pushing further into him. He is muttering curses under his breath, so close to your ear that you feel its warmth, his voice intoxicating you. It only takes one more flick of his finger and you break, crying in a high pitched voice as your senses melt away, vision going white and all you can feel is your pussy convulsing around him.

Your walls tighten around his throbbing cock, Adam riding through your orgasm as your pussy tries to milk him. The  noises you make only pull him closer to the edge, biting into your skin again as he tries to hold on. Pushing himself up in one fluid motion, his hands return to your hips, pulling you to him as his strokes become harder. He is thrusting into you deep and fast, chasing that high that was building in him.

“Atta, girl,” he growls loud and dark, deep voice having you trembling as he thrusts into your oversensitive pussy.

His cock twitches and spasms more now, the coil in his gut tightening close to its limit. A roar leaves Adam’s lips, the sound of a wild thing, a caged beast ready to break away. He thrusts hard into you, breathless whimpers spilling from your soft lips as he slams forcefully into your abused pussy. He wants to mark your insides, the thought of filling you up flooding his mind. A part of him wants to stay like this forever, buried in your soft wetness, fucking your body hard and rough. But he feels his balls tight and heavy and so fucking full, he just can’t help but to chase his release.

Strong hips slam into you, his rhythm growing rougher and more aggressive as he feels himself getting to the edge. He is pulling you impossibly close, pushing his thick length as deep as he can go, and then deeper. You give a breathless moan of his name, walls convulsing around him and it’s all he can take, cock throbbing wildly inside of you. Stars take over Adam’s vision and he drives deep within you, burying his length all the way to the balls. His orgasm hits him with power, a rough and husky groan coming from deep inside his chest as he rides it.

Adam’s cock explodes in you as he fucks your soft pussy, deep thrusts driving his seed deep inside your body. He shoots rope after rope of white, thick cum, a torrent that seems never ending. He drains his heavy balls in you for the second time that night, flooding your pussy as your name slips from his mouth like the prayers of a damned man. Staying still for a second, he lets the high wash over him before pulling out, drinking in the whimper that leaves your mouth at his absence. 

He falls to the side, laying heavy on the bed as you follow suit, both too exhausted to speak. For a minute, you both just stay still, breathing deep as you try to recover. You feel your whole body trembling, but you’ve never felt better before. The bed moves, signaling that Adam had gotten up. You stay still for a few more moments until you feel the mattress dip again, turning to the side to find Adam sitting by you with a towel in hand. The soft blue has returned to his beautiful eyes, the combination of his messy hair and dark bruise on his face looking way too goon on him.

Adam helps you clean up, for someone with such a rough exterior, covered in bruises and scratches, he is the definition of a gentleman. His touch is so light and soft that it seems unimaginably far from the violence with which he’d fucked you just a few minutes prior. It sends a shiver through your spine to think of how powerful these hands are and how gentle they felt. Not that you were complaining, this softness seemed to suit him well. You wouldn’t mind being treated with such tender care every day, especially not by a man as handsome as him.

When you wake up the next morning, sunlight was already entering through the wide windows. Slowly you blinked your eyes, the world coming into focus with little hush. Your body felt a little heavy, a little sore, muscles aching slightly and sinking you further into the soft bed. Despite the ache, you felt good, more relaxed than you felt most mornings. It took a while, but your mind finally came to, remembering the night you’d had before. 

As you really looked around, the first thing your eyes found was the vast expanse of Adam’s back. His light skin marked by multiple cuts and dark bruises that you hadn’t seen the night before. You wondered for a second just what it was that he’d gotten into, what sort of life laid behind this monument of a man. The previous night he’d felt wild, even aggressive, but he never made you feel unsafe. It really made you wonder what else there was to him.

Laying on your back, you stared at the empty ceiling for a second when a thought popped into your head. In the morning bliss, you’d forgotten you had somewhere to be today. Looking around, you spotted your pants, digging through them to find your phone. Checking the time, you saw it was already almost ten in the morning. Damn, you were hoping you could get some wake up sex, but you needed to be at your brother’s by midday. Fuck, he’d even sent you a text already. Just as you were checking the message, you felt a large hand touch your shoulder.

“Shit, I hurt you,” Adam’s voice was low and rough from sleep, his accent sounding thick on his groggy tone, your name spilling from his lips in the sweetest way, “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have bitten you so hard.”

You looked back at him, his fingers tracing a spot that stung a bit at his touch. In all honesty, you were barely feeling it, a sign that it probably looked worse than it was. Besides, you didn’t mind it anyway, you wouldn’t have changed a thing from the past night, even if he left a few marks on you.

“It’s ok,” you smiled at him, shaking your head as you turned your body to face his. “Don’t worry, Adam, it’s not hurting.”

“It’s purple,” he interjected, fingers traveling to your chest as he noticed another bruise in your breast, “and there is more than one. Fuck, really, I’m sorry I left you bruised.”

“It’s fine, really,” you whisper, voice soft as you run your thumb over his cheek, right below his bruised eye, “and now we are matching, I guess.”

Adam laughs and the hoarse sound fills the large bedroom, soft blue eyes coming to your own. You feel his large hand snake around your waist, pulling you into his warm body, lips finding your own as you feel his hard cock touch your skin. The kiss starts soft, Adam teasing your lower lip until you finally open your mouth to let his tongue in. This time his touch is slow as he lazily tastes all that his tongue can find. It takes all of your strength to break away from the kiss, your hands coming to his broad chest as you try to create some space. You really can’t leave your brother hanging today.

“You so don’t need to apologize that if I could, I’d let you spend all day giving me more bruises,” you say, sighing dramatically before you continue, “but I really have to go. Gotta visit my brother and nephew, remember?” 

With a sigh of his own, he lets go of your body, laying on his back as you roll to the other side. “If you could, I’d very much take you up on this offer,” he retorts, voice returning to normal as he looks back to you.

“Well,” you start, eyebrows raising as you reach back to the night stand by your side, picking up your phone and waving it in his direction, “I could give you my number if you want, next time you are around you could give me a call.”

His eyes lit up a bit at the offer, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. “Well, I’d like that very much, doll.”

You watch as Adam goes through his clothes to find his phone. When he does, you give him your number, he immediately sends you a message to make sure you have his contact. If you never see him again, this was a great night, but if you ever have a chance to repeat it, might as well try to grab it. You and him both get dressed pretty quickly, Adam insists on paying for your cab, even when you insisted he didn’t need to, in the end you just accept. He sees you out of the hotel and into the car, and so you make a peaceful trip back home.

It’s already past midday when you get to your brother, you feel bad for running late, but not really quite as much. You may have delayed his family lunch by about forty minutes, but it was for a good cause. Besides, it’s just you, him and his son, so it's not like that many people were harmed by your lateness. Lunch goes by pretty well and you still spend a few more minutes talking as your nephew goes back to the living room. 

When you finally leave the table to go after the boy, you find him lying on the floor watching TV. The large screen glares over the living room and it doesn't take you long to realize he was watching wrestling. Your brother used to love it as a kid, and now so did his son - you had never really gotten that caught up in it. You were about to just disregard what was on the screen until something caught your eye. A recognizable silhouette seen from the corner of your vision. When you look back to the TV, you clearly recognize one of the figures on the screen. He was dressed in a full black cowboy get up, but there was no mistaking it, that was Adam.

In another part of town, Adam made his way through the hall of the large hotel, long strides carrying him from the elevator to the entrance. He was just leaving to go have lunch, it was a bit later than he normally would, but he’d spent most of his morning trying not to let his match with Moxley slip back into his mind. A fight he was ungracefully losing when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Picking it up, he saw it was a message from you, and it had only one line.

‘So, why didn’t you tell me you are a cowboy?’

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The Dark Side Of The Moon

Hangman Adam Page X Fem Reader

Summary: Hangman falls for dark and mysterious Y/n who is a part of the Blackpool Combat Club. Despite their ongoing rivalry, he can’t seem to get Y/n out of his head. Every time she jumps him from behind, leaving him in a puddle of his own blood it only causes him to fall harder. Deep down inside Hangman knew Y/n cared, that she did indeed have a soul and he would do anything to find it. Everyone told him this was a bad idea. It was obvious that Y/n had mental issues and was ‘broken’ but Adam didn’t care. He wanted to fix her. He would stop at nothing to reach the dark side of the moon, which in this case was the light side of Y/n’s heart. Who knows maybe he would end up saving her life or better, they’d save each others. 

Warnings: Blood, Violence, Drug use/abuse, Self-harm, swearing, mentions of mental health issues, SMUT and other sensitive topics

An: I think this is my favourite fic I've ever done. This one pulled on the heartstrings. I can't believe I got it to 8k and could have easily made it longer too! Hope you enjoy it!

Word Count 8k Main Masterlist

I don’t know what it was that I saw in Y/n. She was cold, dark and viscous. She had no soul and people feared her, she was a threat. Yet I believed I could change her. Not that I thought she needed to be changed but I thought I could fix whatever she had hidden away under those walls she had built up. Once upon a time, I knew Y/n although she didn’t know me. I had seen her circling the independent circuit starting out as a wrestler as I was just getting my break. I had secretly kept an eye on her for all those years. When I found out she was a free agent I suggested to Matt and Nick we should sign her. They liked what they saw and soon Y/n was All Elite. She was quickly scooped up by The Blackpool Combat Club and was soon the biggest heel in our company. You could tell just by looking at Y/n that she’s been through things in her young life. Maybe it was the constant dark circles and tired look in her eyes. Maybe it was scars that were scarred around her body that she wore with pride. Some were faded while others weren’t. Some were from life and matches but others you could tell were self-inflicted. As much as all of these things helped the whole look she was going for I knew deep down inside that wasn’t the real Y/n. No one had ever seen her genuinely smile, no one had ever seen her laugh. It was like she was emotionless but I knew deep down she did have feelings, they were just hidden from the world. Every week Y/n would arrive and leave the arena with the BCC she stuck with them like glue. I knew the BCC claimed that they did everything together but I didn’t think it was true. 

One night I caught Y/n smoking in the hotel lobby late after a show. I almost didn’t recognize her. For starters she wasn’t with the BCC, since it was close to 2 am I assumed they were asleep. The second thing I noticed was what Y/n was wearing. She wore a creme-coloured oversized hoodie with a pair of black velvet PJ shorts. Along with that, she had knee-high pink fuzzy socks and black fluffy uggs. It was nice seeing her in color other than black. She also wasn’t wearing any makeup, the flame from her cigarette illuminated her face in an ethereal way. I never realized she was so young. Her skin was youthful, she was beautiful. Not that she wasn’t before but this was a different type of beauty. Underneath the heavy dark makeup she wore you could see just how gorgeous she truly was. 

I told this all to Matt Nick and Kenny the next time I saw them, they however had some different opinions. Kenny first said it was weird I was spying on her but I just happened to run into her. I thought about approaching her but I was nervous about what the end result would be so I observed from afar. Matt was quick to remind me just who she was “You do realize she is a part of The Blackpool Combat Club right? They are insane! I’m not trying to be rude or anything but I’m just looking out for you. I don’t want to see you get hurt” I appreciated his concern but at the same time was offended by his comments. This whole thing ended up spiraling into Nick and Matt arguing with the other on why I should and shouldn’t be feeling this way for Y/n. I regret even mentioning it in the first place. Kenny tried to comfort me but I was too far gone. “I agree with Nick, I think that although she is scary you two would be a nice pair. You could balance the other out” he said. Balance out? Was he calling me soft? Yes sure I’d been told I can give off golden retriever vibes but if need be I can flip and be bad too. For god sake, we all got suspended for getting into a fight with Punk! Anyway this was the last of my worries, I had a match with none other than Jon Moxley tonight. I knew that Y/n would be ringside and I wanted to show her that I could be tough and bad too. 

I stood calmly in the ring as I watched Mox and Y/n make their entrance. I felt my breath get caught in my throat as she approached me. For some reason I was nervous. I had never been nervous around her before but I guess that was because I didn’t have these feelings yet. Throughout the match Y/n did her usual distractions, distracting the ref, pulling my feet from underneath me even using herself as a shield to protect Mox. I knew she would do all of these things but this time it was different. The mind games she played were working, I found myself hypnotized by her beauty. I was in fact so distracted that I didn’t even see Mox charging right at me. I swear I saw Y/n mouth ‘Look out’ but it was too late. I don’t remember much after that. I felt my body hit the canvas hard, my head bouncing on contact. I got knocked out. 

When I finally came to, I was surrounded by AEW medical staff and some of the talent. “How are you feeling?” asked one of the doctors. “My head hurts,” I told them, feeling the throbbing in the back of my head. “You took a pretty nasty fall” I reached up and felt several bandages on the back of my head, how hard did I hit? After going through both verbal and physical tests the backstage medic said I didn’t need to go to the hospital which was a sigh of relief. I found out that I did a whole backflip when being hit with a lariat, I landed on my head, right in front of Y/n. 

It was quite a scary moment for everyone. The match was ended immediately and Mox was able to tend to the crowd, distracting them from the scene that unfolded before them. I was shocked to find out that Y/n had been there the whole time. She stayed the whole time as doctors catered to me. She had even followed them backstage, leaving only minutes before I came to. I didn’t know why she would do that, we weren’t friends, we didn’t even talk. To me, this proved exactly what I thought. She did have a soul. As I watched the match back along with the cut footage I was able to see how the whole thing played out. It was obvious that I was mesmerized by Y/n, I was practically drooling. She played on it, using it to her advantage so Mox could have the upper hand. She did tell me to watch out and I was able to see the horror in her eyes as I hit the canvas. She was in shock, hell everyone was but since Y/n wasn’t one for showing her emotions when she did show them it was quite obvious. Since the whole thing happened in front of her out of instinct she was the first to check on me, yelling to the official that I was out cold. Luckily the camera didn’t catch her breaking character but many still had their phones out, capturing the whole thing. She stayed next to me, supporting my head/neck until medical arrived then she stood from a distance as medical did their thing. Throughout the whole thing, her facial expressions remained cold but her eyes told the whole story. 

I also found out that people had a thing or two to say about the whole situation. Others praised Y/n for making sure I was okay and in a way saving my life while others claimed she ruined the act. She broke character, she broke the fourth wall. The wrestlers didn’t care nor did the audience, it was the people online that did. It got so bad that Y/n ended up responding to the comments on Twitter. 

“All of these comments about me checking on Hangman are really pissing me off. The first thing I learned in wrestling school is that the most important thing is to keep your opponent safe at all times no matter what. Did you really expect me to watch him fall on his head and get knocked out in front of me and do nothing? I was simply preventing his unconscious body from rolling out of the ring and getting more injured. You guys need to grow up. I have been knocked out before in the ring and it is no joke whatsoever. So what, I was making sure he was still breathing. Who cares if I was supporting his head/neck before medical could arrive? THIS IS PRO WRESTLING! It’s not like I was the one wrestling him. I only did those things because I was ringside and not involved in the match. I wouldn’t stop mid-match and perform CPR on my opponent! All of this was pure instinct, I wasn’t even thinking about what I was doing. Anyway, that’s my two cents. It’s over and I’m glad The Cowboy is okay.” 

I ended up staying away for six weeks for percussion and when I returned all I could feel was the stares. Everyone wanted to know how I was doing, if I was cleared but all I cared about was seeing Y/n. I wanted to thank her. Once I escaped the crowd of people I found Y/n leaning against a wall. It was almost like she was waiting for me. “How are you feeling?” she asked “You took a pretty nasty fall. I thought you were dead” “I’m feeling much better now. Thank you for making sure I wasn’t dead” I told her. I swear I saw her smile for just a second but I wasn’t sure. “Well I’m glad you’re alright and sorry for causing it in the first place” “It’s not your fault, I should have been paying attention” I mean it truly was my fault. “I’ll see you around,” said Y/n and with that she left. 

Although our interaction was short I couldn't stop thinking about Y/n. I wanted to get under her skin, I wanted to spend time with her and get to know the real Y/n. The thing is, like Matt said she was in the Blackpool Combat Club, what would she want to do with someone like me? Deep down inside I knew that this was only the beginning. I was angry, I was frustrated for allowing myself to be so careless and get such a stupid injury. I wanted my rematch. I decided I would use one of their own tricks against them, the mind games. It was subtle at first. I’d wait at the gorilla whenever the BCC entered the backstage area where we would exchange a few looks. I’d follow them around the arena, a silent reminder that I was always watching. How I could seek my revenge at any moment. I’d then move on to causing them matches. I sneaked out during one of Y/n’s matches and stood ringside waiting for her to notice. When she finally did she started yelling at me, that distraction caused her opponent to roll Y/n up for a sneaky victory. “I’m going to kill you!” She yelled. 

It had gotten to the point where everyone was mad at each other and the promo battle began. I was the first to call out the BCC claiming that it was all Y/n’s fault that I got injured. I mean it was, you could get lost in her eyes, I did and look what happened. Soon after the sneak attacks began. I didn’t know what I was thinking, I was outnumbered big time but even though it was just me I was able to get under their skin and they hated it. As I was filming yet another backstage segment I was inputted by Y/n. She came up to me all flirtatious wearing a black pleated skirt and a black corset top where her breasts were practically falling out. “Heyyyy Cowboy” Y/n said as she twisted her hair. “I just wanted to apologize for everything. I didn’t mean for you to get hurt and I didn’t mean for everything to go this far.” As she spoke she kept coming closer to me to the point where we were chest to chest. “I feel really bad about it, let me make it up to you….” It’s a trick, say no, this is a trap. Every bone in my body told me it was a trick but I couldn't deny her offer. The chokehold she had on me was too strong, I couldn't breathe. I didn’t say anything, I wanted her to continue. She pulled a key card and a slip of paper from her top. “Here is my room key, meet me after the show” She handed me the card and kissed me on the cheek. I couldn't breathe, my body went numb. 

I stood in front of Y/n’s hotel room, key card in hand. I was scared to knock, I knew it was a trap but a part of me hoped it wasn’t. That was the part that led me here. I knocked on the door and was pleasantly greeted by Y/n. She wore a gorgeous black lingerie set that had me practically foaming at the mouth. She was acting all sweet and kind, I didn’t buy a second of it. Yet I did nothing about it. “I’ve been expecting you,” She said seductively as she grabbed me by my collar and began to kiss me passionately. I kissed her back, as she wrapped her legs around me. Y/n was first to break the kiss saying “I have a surprise for you” I was skeptical at first but was more interested in this ‘surprise’. Y/n grabbed a black silk blindfold and tied it around me. She carefully brought me to the bed, giving me one last kiss before she disappeared. “Where are you going?” I asked her. “Hold on…I’m getting the surprise ready. You can open your eyes when I tell you” I didn’t even notice that the BCC was in the room the whole time, Bryan stood behind the door, Mox by the bedside table and Claudio and Yuta hid in the washroom. During my time being blindfolded the men exposed themselves and Y/n retrieved the hidden weapons. “Okay, you can open your eyes!” said Y/n. When I removed the blindfold that’s when I saw them. “Fuck” 

I didn’t even get a chance to defend myself. This was a four-on-one attack. I tried my best to protect myself as fighting back wouldn’t do anything but it was useless. I was left covered in bruises in a pool of blood. My body ached as yet another Kendo Stick cracked on my back. My eyes were fixated on Y/n during the whole attack. She just sat and watched the attack unfold before her. Everything about her was cold, the lifeless expression on her face, her mysterious body language. I searched for something, anything that would tell me she cared, that she felt bad but I found nothing. The lust that was once in her eyes moments ago had been replaced with a seductive evil look. 

I watched Y/n stand up, the attack was over. My body now lay on the floor, I couldn't move. She knelt next to me and said “Stupid cowboy, you fell right into my trap. Although you’re adorable I must say you are quite an idiot. This is the oldest trick in the book, even you should have seen this coming. This isn’t personal, It’s just business. You did this all to yourself, you thought you could call us out like that and there wouldn’t be consequences? This is what happens when you mess with The Blackpool Combat Club '' Y/n placed one last delicate kiss on my lips before leaving the room, leaving me in a pile of my own blood. 

***

Currently, I sat in the Elite’s private locker room, being lectured by Matt, Nick and Kenny. “I told you this was going to happen! What were you thinking?!” Yelled Matt. “That’s the issue, he wasn’t. He’s been hypnotized by Y/n. Isn’t it obvious that he’s in love with her!” Said Kenny 

He was right, I was in love with Y/n. I have no idea why. She has been attacking me for weeks, for god sake last night I was left in a pile of my own blood, battered and bruised. Despite all of that I just kept falling harder and harder for Y/n. “Is that true? You’re in love with her?” asked Nick. “I don’t know what it is that I see in her Nick, I really don’t. I’m just so drawn to her, I know that underneath all that darkness there is a light that is dying to be let out! I need to find that light. I know that I can change her, she’s broken and I can fix her. Now I don’t ask you for much but I need your help with this! I need to get in” The men said nothing. They looked at me like I was crazy but they also looked as if they felt sorry for me. 

“Look Hanger, I don’t think we can help you with this. Somehow you need to get Y/n on her own, that’s the only chance you have here. I don’t support this idea, I know it will end badly but I do agree with you that Y/n has some issues. Not that there's anything wrong with that but I just don’t think you need to be responsible for fixing it. All I will say is that Y/n doesn’t sleep at night. If you are lucky you might be able to run into her during a 3 am workout or a smoke sesh. Good luck man. You can call me for backup if you need” Kenny told me sincerely. “Thank you” 

That night I couldn't sleep, all I could think about was the events that occurred not even 24 hrs ago. I had Y/n where I needed her, I had her pressed up against the wall, she was so close yet so far. I didn’t even care that I got beat up, it was worth the makeout sesh that happened before. Her lips were soft, her kisses were passionate. She smelt like vanilla and tobacco, her exposed skin was warm and delicate. She didn’t feel real, she was a figment of my imagination. I let that imagination run wild, I pictured what would happen if the BCC wasn’t there. The way I would scoop her up in my arms and make the most beautiful love to her. I would worship her body like the temple it was. I would slowly and passionately make her come undone. I would make her submit to me, but if she wanted it the other way around I wouldn’t complain. I was putty in her hands. My brain played a trick on me, my imagination was too real. It felt too real. 

“I’ve been expecting you,” Y/n  said seductively as she grabbed me by my collar and began to kiss me passionately. I kissed her back, as she wrapped her legs around me. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this” I told her “I know baby, I know. I want you too, I need you” she said. I carefully brought Y/n to the bed, placing her on it delicately before getting on top of her. I had her wrists pinned above her head as I placed rough kisses along her body. I found that sweet spot on her neck and made sure to leave a mark. Sucking on the sensitive flesh as she cried out in pleasure. I removed her clothing gently as if I was unwrapping a present. She looked beautiful underneath me. I quickly removed my own clothing before returning to Y/n. We fought for dominance but in the end I won. It felt like our bodies were made for eachother, I had found my other half. Y/n felt beautiful around me, she made me feel so good. 

Just as I was getting to the good part of my dream I woke up. 

I checked the time and it was close to 2 am, my gut was telling me Y/n was near. Like Kenny said, my only shot with her was when she was alone. I quickly threw on a pair of gray sweats and a T-shirt and made my way down to the hotel lobby. Just like I suspected I found Y/n by the outdoor fire lounge smoking a cigarette, writing something in a notebook. I slowly approached her, not wanting to scare her. “What do you want, Cowboy?” Y/n asked. The tone she said it in was quiet, it was soft, it was weird. “Can I sit?” I asked and she motioned me to sit next to her. “What are you doing out here so late by yourself? It’s cold and there are creeps out there” I told her. Y/n put out the cigarette and turned to face me. Her pupils were huge, her face and body relaxed, I knew Molly when I saw it, that explains why she wasn’t screaming at me. “What is it that you see in me? I’m fucked up, no one wants to be with someone like me.” She said sadly, it broke my heart. “Y/n I know you’re hurting, I don’t know what you went through but I’m sorry it happened to you. Now I came out here for a whole other reason but you are not okay-” “I’m fine, you know nothing about me” “Then tell me, I want to learn. I want to know every single detail about you Y/n. You are playing a dangerous game right now, it’s only a matter of time before everything falls apart. I just can’t leave you like this, I promise I won’t try anything but I think you should come with me-” “Are you insane, I might be fucked up but I’m competent enough to know you want to fuck me” “No, No I promise not like that. I just want to repay you after you saved my life a few months back. I don’t care if you kill me tomorrow but you need to come with me Y/n” I told her sincerely. I could tell she was hesitant, she was in a vulnerable state but she agreed. I carefully took her back to my hotel room. I entered the room and assumed Y/n followed behind me. I turned and there she stood in the doorway. She looked like a scared lost child, it broke me. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I asked her carefully. “It’s okay, you're okay” I didn’t know what to do in this situation. I know I said I wanted to get to know the real Y/n but the truth was the real Y/n was scaring me. The Y/n that stood back at me with big doe eyes was scared. Maybe this was the version that was hiding under the dark makeup and clothing. This was the Y/n that was hurt, this is the one I needed to fix. I approached her slowly and reached out my hand, trying to get her to follow me into the room. She flinched. “I shouldn’t be here, we can’t be doing this,” Y/n said quietly. “I know but I don’t seem to care,” I told her “Does Bryan know you do this? How would they feel if they saw you like this? Just come in so no one sees you” She entered the room slowly and sat down on the large king bed, her head down. I locked the door behind me and was able to notice just how bad of a state she was in. Her once straight hair had become frizzy, her natural curls trying to appear to the world. The clothing she wore was 2 sizes too big, she was swimming in it. She smelt like alcohol and cigarettes, her skin was ice cold. I joined her on the bed, sitting next to her wanting her to talk first. “What do you want from me?” she asked quietly “I just to help. Look Y/n, I really like you. I don’t care if you hate me but I don’t hate you. I just couldn't leave you like this” Y/n looked at me and with the new lighting I was able to see just how tired she looked. My brain still was trying to comprehend that she was on drugs. “What do you want to know?” She asked. “I want to know why you are like this, why do you do what you do?” 

“I don’t think you know how exhausting it is to live like this. The moment I walk into that arena, the moment I feel a camera on me everything disappears. I am at peace, I am free. I can do whatever I want. The whole Death Jitsu thing is second nature, I live it on the daily. The moment I’m home, the moment I’m alone and that rush has worn off is when I feel it. That reality check hits and I’m done for. I see the world and people for who they truly are. Everyone is fake and everything sucks. You can only pretend so much, you can only lie to yourself for so long until you realize none of it is real. I don’t know why I act like this, maybe it’s the years of trauma that has made me scared to get hurt again. That’s why I act like I have no emotions but in reality, I am quite an emotional person. I was told I had too many feelings, that I cried too much, that I cared too much, that I loved too much. It’s easy to hide it from the world, I have been doing it since I was a child. It’s when you’re alone that everything you hide comes out and you feel like you have gone mentally insane. I do things I probably shouldn’t to keep those feelings inside. It ties me over till morning when I can put on a show and pretend that everything is okay. The thing is when you are so fucked you admit everything that is wrong with you. Here I am telling you my sob story when I should be hating you but the thing is I can’t. Somehow you have gotten in my head, you know my thoughts. You know about the mental issues I refuse to admit I have. I hate how without realizing I let you in. Now if you excuse me I must go.” 

I grabbed Y/n’s hand, preventing her from leaving. “Why is it that you can’t hate me?” I asked her “I like you, I like who you are. You’re nice to everyone, you look like you would give the best hugs. You just have this aura to you. I said what I meant, you are adorable but you are an idiot. An idiot for falling for me. I’ll ruin your life. You don’t want a mentally ill girl who you will have to take care of like a scared child. When I saw you get knocked out in front of me it scared me. I’ve seen it happen too many times, I was having flashbacks. The difference was this time I could do something about it. After that night I had sympathy for you, I felt something for you. I felt like we developed this connection. It’s unfortunate this is happening, I don’t want to hurt you but you did this to yourself.” 

I knew what she needed, she needed someone who would take care of her. She needed someone who would love her for all of her imperfections. Someone who could clean her cuts and kiss her scars. She needed someone to protect her and keep her safe from all the demons. This was a bad idea, I was playing a risky game. This could end badly, she could ruin my life but I was willing to take that risk. The worst thing that could happen is for the BCC to murder me for getting in their girl’s head. “Can I give you a hug?” I asked, she nodded and I held her in a tight embrace, holding her close as she began to cry. She was touch-deprived, which you would have never guessed. Wrestling is such a contact sport that you are always being touched. She was very attractive and many people had crushes on her, you would think she’d have some ‘fun’ now and then. The difference is this was a different kind of touching. This was filled with love. We stayed there for a while, I just held Y/n as she cried. I had broken down a wall, I was inside. Although other walls remained intact this was a step in the right direction. “I’m going to take care of you alright. I promise that everything will be okay Y/n. I’m not going anywhere” I continued to whisper sweet nothings to Y/n as I traced circles around her back. 

Two weeks had passed since that night and I hadn’t seen Y/n since. I was getting nervous, what if something happened to her? What if she did something bad to herself? No one knew anything about the whereabouts of Y/n. I ended up asking Tony Khan where Y/n had been but all he told me was that she was dealing with some “Health Issues” By that he meant mental health issues. My issues with the BCC had cooled down but were far from over. Tonight I had my rematch against Jon Moxley. It was weird seeing the BCC without Y/n, I felt as If I was responsible for her absence. Did I push her too far that she finally jumped? I gave this fight my all, every strike, every kick I threw for Y/n. I wanted to make her proud. I wanted to let her know that I was waiting for whenever she was ready to talk. I blew Y/n a kiss through the camera before hitting a buckshot lariat. Although I was victorious I ended up injuring Mox, causing us to end up right where we started. After the match, Bryan Danielson handed me a sealed envelope. “This is from Y/n. I don’t know what you did to her but she’s more sick than normal so thanks for that” he spat as he threw the envelope at me. 

That night I returned to my hotel I opened the envelope. It was a handwritten letter: 

Hey Adam, hope everything is well. Just so you know I am not dead. You are probably blaming yourself for my absence but I have other things I’m dealing with. I’ve been spending time at home thinking about our conversation from the other night. I understand if I scared you away (I tend to do that to people) but I think I’m willing to take you up on your offer. Next week’s Dynamite is an hour from me. Here’s my address and # if you want to stop by. Sorry in advance for everything and remember that this stays between us. 

- Y/n 

I decided I would arrive a few days before Dynamite and check up on Y/n. I arrived at her house and knocked on the door nervously. When Y/n opened the door I couldn't help the gasp that left my mouth. “Do I really look that bad?” she asked. She didn’t look bad but she didn’t look the best. “Sorry, I’m just nervous” “Well I’m sober this time so I would be nervous too” Y/n joked. I admired her home, it was comforting. Artwork and photos covered the walls and plants were all scattered around. I noticed the white sage she had burning in the kitchen, crystals placed around carefully. 

Y/n explained to me that Bryan ratted her out. They knew everything, I assumed they didn’t and if they did they simply did not care. Part of me was happy to know that the BCC wasn’t as oblivious to Y/n’s issues as I thought. The other part felt bad for her. Revolution was soon approaching and with Y/n on house arrest who knows when she would return. “So why did you really invite me over?” I asked “First I’m lonely and second  I can’t stop thinking about what you said. You told me you would ‘take care of me’. That night is fuzzy to me but you cared. You held me in your arms as I cried. I don’t know what I was crying about but I felt safe. You told me everything was going to be okay and I believed you.” “Every word I said that night was true Y/n. I want to take care of you. I want to help you get clean, I want to be there for every sleepless night. I might sound crazy saying this but I’m in love with you. I don’t know why or how but I just am. I am so in love with you.” I was scared to admit how much I loved Y/n but I knew it would allow her to trust me. She would know I truly did want to help her. Y/n smiled at my words and pulled me in close, holding me tight against her. 

“Where do we start?” I asked Y/n. I followed her to the kitchen and began to throw things out. “All you have to do is get clean right? No mandatory rehab or counseling?” I asked “Nope, I don’t think Bryan told them everything in the first place. All of this is staying under the radar and I should be back in time for revolution anyways.” That was good news. We were brutal with what we threw out. We tossed various liquors, sweet treats, anything that wasn’t good for you. Although Y/n was upset that we had to toss her chocolate I had to explain that if I got rid of one thing you become addicted to the next thing. If you toss everything at once it helps to stay on that clean streak. It was hard but we got through it. We spent that afternoon learning about each other, I was able to see Y/n smile and laugh. Those walls were coming down, she fully let me in. Before I knew it, it was dark outside. “Thank you for today but I should get going, it’s getting late” I told her. “If you want, I have a spare room. You can stay the night. There is supposed to be a storm coming anyways so the roads might be dangerous” I gladly accepted Y/n’s offer to spend the night. 

Like she said, a storm indeed broke out. The thunderstorm was loud, the rain was beautiful. It described the mood perfectly. I was fresh out of the shower and went downstairs to find Y/n making a gorgeous dinner. Everything about her was perfect. She too was fresh out of the shower. I took a second to memorize how she looked in this moment, scared I would never see it again. Her hair was still damp as she went about making dinner. She looked so focused as she measured the ingredients. Her skin glowed in the dim lights, you could tell by her body language that she was relaxed. Once she noticed me she smiled and called me down the stairs. It was a genuine smile that made me smile. When I reached her I gave her a quick kiss and hug to thank her for having me stay the night. As I held her her skin was warm, she smelt like lavender, she felt like home. I know that this whole thing started off as me wanting to help her but she would also end up helping me. I didn’t even realize I had been going through some of the same things as Y/n. I nearly choked on my food when she said “I know we have spent so much time talking about me and my issues but why don’t we talk about you. You helped me with mine so I will help you with yours” I was shocked. “I’m fine, I don’t have any issues” I told her, offended. “Fine, but I know that Punk stuff still bugs you. If you don’t want to talk about that’s fine, but when you are ready to talk about it I will listen” she told me sincerely. I was quick to change the subject and pretend like that whole situation didn’t still bother me. 

I helped Y/n clean up after dinner and the two of us decided to cuddle up on the couch together. Listening to the beautiful storm as one of my favorite albums Dark Side Of The Moon by Pink Floyd quietly played in the background. It was calming, the only light source was the fireplace in front of us. I know she didn’t mean it like that but I couldn't stop thinking about how Y/n said I had issues too. Sure I was an alcoholic, sure I had a temper but that’s nothing. I was interrupted by my thoughts when Y/n asked, “What’s on your mind cowboy?” “What?” “I know you're thinking about something, spill it” I had no choice. It was only fair I opened up to Y/n like how she did to me. 

“Your right” I told her “Right about what?” she asked “About the Punk thing. It still bugs me. I don’t know why but it does. I just can’t seem to catch a break. I can’t breathe without him criticizing me. He started this whole thing to begin with, he is a salty old man who deserves everything that’s happening to him. The world has given him instant karma.” Y/n listened to every word I said. She never once interrupted me, she let me get everything out of my system before assuring me that none of this was my fault. That I was smart, talented and was more pretty than he was. Although her praises were small they left a big impact on me. I felt myself getting emotional, Y/n noticed this and was able to assure me everything would be okay. She sat on my lap, her arms around holding  me close as she told me that everything would be okay. “Everything is going to be okay, I promise. Regardless of what happens with you and the BCC I’m not going anywhere. This can be our secret Adam, no one needs to know” 

I completely forgot about my ongoing issues with the BCC. I didn’t even want to think about that right now. That was a later problem, all I wanted was to enjoy this moment with Y/n. 

She must have read my mind as she began to place delicate kisses along my collar bone and my neck. I placed my hands on her hips as she slowly began to grind on me. I started kissing her back and I felt myself melt into her. I felt like everything was going to be alright. In a way I felt like I needed this more than her. As much as I wanted to love and take care of Y/n I also needed someone to love me back. I don’t remember the last time I felt this way about anyone, I don’t remember kissing with such love and passion. As I let my hands roam on Y/n’s body I carefully removed her top. I took a second to admire her natural beauty. I  admired every scar, every beauty mark. I traced them all delicately, wanting to know the story behind them. Y/n noticed and asked “Is something wrong?” she looked scared, as if she got caught doing something bad. She whispered an “I’m sorry for scaring you” before she grabbing a blanket that was close by to cover herself up. Before I could say anything she was gone, running up the stairs to her room as the tears formed in her eyes. 

I was quick to follow her. I quietly knocked on her bedroom door, waiting for a response. “Go away” she mumbled. “I’m sorry Y/n. You didn’t do anything wrong” I told her “Just let me in so I can explain myself” As I entered Y/n’s room I was taken away from the decor. All of this was the complete opposite of what she portrayed on TV. The room was filled with light pastel colors. In the corner of the room sat a big comfy chair filled with old dolls and plushies. I couldn't believe my eyes. This was the side that was hidden from the world. Y/n didn’t even look at me, she sat on her bed with her back towards me. I sat next to her telling her how sorry I was for making her upset. “I should be the one that’s apologizing” she told me “Why should you apologize? You did nothing wrong” I reassured her. “This is what always happens, I find someone and they claim to like me even with all my flaws. Once they get a close enough look they get scared and run off” I didn’t quite understand where she was going with this. “Scared of what?” I asked “Scared of who I really am, scared of the scars I have hidden. Take a look around you, would you expect any of this from me?” “I actually I did. I knew that deep down inside something like this was hidden. That is the part I wanted to explore. Y/n I want to know the real you. I don’t care about any of the things you mentioned. I admire the way you carry your scars with pride. I want to know the story behind them all. I want to be the one that cleans your wounds not makes them” I gently wiped away the tears that fell from her face and apologized for making her upset once again. 

“I don’t deserve any of this” she told me “Yes you do, you deserve someone who loves you for who you are. I’ve never told anyone this before but me and you are more similar than you think. I take antidepressants too, I’m an alcoholic. I can’t sleep at night because the voices in my head won’t shut up. I was too focused on getting to know the real you that I haven’t even got the chance to know the real me” I could see the look in Y/n’s eyes soffen at my words. I removed my shirt and pointed to a faded scar on my left arm. “You see this, I did this. We are the same” I told her. “You’ve seen my matches Y/n. Just like you I live for the taste of my own blood. I love the way it feels. I haven’t felt things in a long time, I too use wrestling as an escape. I’m going to challenge Mox to a Texas death match so I can feel something inside. When I’m with you I feel like I can tell you anything. I can be myself. I feel safe, I feel at peace, I feel at home. I can tell that you will be my new home” I didn’t even notice the tears that fell from my face until Y/n kissed them away. “I love you too,” She told me. 

The two of us ended the night cuddled up in bed underneath the warm covers. I held Y/n close as she slept. It took me a while to fall asleep, I listened to the rain and thunder as I took in the moment. As I looked at Y/n I couldn't help the warm fuzzy feeling in my chest. She was at peace. We didn’t sleep together that night but we didn’t need to. When that moment would arrive I wanted to take my time and savor it. It would be a healing experience for the both of us. Never in my life did I feel so calm, so at peace. I knew that everything would be okay. I too was touch deprived. All this was was skin on skin contact, my bare chest on hers as we fell asleep feeling so loved. I loved this woman so much. I would do anything for her and I knew she would do anything for me. The dark side of the moon is used to describe something mysterious and unknown. The dark side of the moon is supposed to be the side we never see, the side that faces away from Earth. Somehow I was able to find that in Y/n. I found the light side in her heart and I wouldn't take it for granted. 

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The Hangman | Hangman A.P.

Summary: The Hangman is released from jail during the Wild West period.

Author's Note: Wild West Series maybe? Use of real names but this work is pure fiction!!

@theworldofotps your man has a happy ending for once.

@plentyoffandoms you started the Wild West thing. 😂😂

News of the Hangman's capture took the bustling western town by storm. Their great protector, their Robin Hood, was imprisoned. Men feared for the safety of their homes and families. Women openly wept wondering if their husbands and children would come home safe. The town needed its Hangman. They would do anything for his release.

To get him back, they would need a miracle. Hangman was targeted by one of the most powerful politicians in the West. Governor Khan was tired of the outlaws in Texas for financial reasons. People from the East were looking to move West for better opportunities. They were avoiding Texas because of the outlaw problem. For Texas to be all elite, the outlaws had to be gone. Khan searched all over until he found the perfect guy to eradicate Texas from all the outlaws.

Sheriff Danielson was known throughout Texas for being Governor Khan's viper. A man with humble beginnings he worked his way up to be the Governor's appointed sheriff. He went town by town sniffing out any man, woman, or child that went against Khan's vision. The unfortunate souls that crossed his path were given unfair trials and cruel punishments.

The Hangman knew of the Governor's plan and Sheriff Danielson's arrival. He was never one to show fear or back down. He continued actively helping his town until he was ambushed. Four men under the orders of their new sheriff jumped him one night when he left the saloon. Within minutes, the battered and bruised Hangman was behind bars.

The next morning, you went looking for the crooked sheriff. Not much was known about his appearance since he arrived the night before. The Hangman's friends, the Young Bucks, couldn't get a good look at him in the dark. They only remembered the man was of average height and build. The only distinct feature on him was that he wore an eye patch.

Guards blocked the entryway to the jail from any visitors for fear of someone assisting in the Hangman's escape. While passing through you heard them talking about Danielson's whereabouts. After all his travels, he decided to get new suits from the tailor shop. The Governor was planning on rewarding him heavily for capturing one of the deadliest outlaws in Texas.

The tailor shop was run by an old man who turned a blind eye to the unlawful activities that took place in town. He knew everyone yet stayed in his own business. With almost everyone fearing the new sheriff, it was no shock to find only the sheriff, two of his henchmen, and the tailor inside the shop. Now was the perfect time to demand the release of Adam Page.

"Miss L/N, a pleasure like always. Have you come for your father's suits?" the old tailor asked. The Sheriff turned his attention to you. His eyes looked you up and down. He hadn't seen a pretty little thing like you since he left Austin. The women in these towns looked rough yet you were the perfect little desert flower.

"I have come to ask Sheriff Danielson to release a nobleman. Release the Hangman Adam Page," you demanded. Sheriff Danielson looked at the two men beside him and laughed. A pity the woman in front of him fell for such a ruffian. No matter, he reasoned, every flower has its thorns. He would be sure to clip them.

"And on what grounds would I do that, miss L/N?" He asked while inspecting his reflection in the mirror. The tailor did a fine job given the circumstances of being away from civilization. Maybe he would take him back to Austin with him. Governor Khan did love a good tailor.

"He did nothing wrong. You jumped an innocent man outside in the dead of night," You accused. Your index finger pointed at him. He flinched as if you were pointing a gun at him. His henchmen moved as if ready to intervene. Danielson waved his hands at his men. No woman could bring him down.

"Innocent? I daresay attacking my men while they were doing their duties assigned by the great Governor of Texas was far from innocent," he spoke.

"We were warned about you from the other towns you have destroyed. We aren't like them. We will fight for the Hangman's release," you threatened. His face turned from joy to anger. The women in these towns needed to be taught a lesson. They were too free-spirited.

When Danielson didn't respond you took that as your sign to leave. You turned on your heel ready to leave the shop and find the Young Bucks. They had been watching the jail all day. Surely they must have a plan by now. Someone suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you back to face them. You yelped in shock. A rough hand grabbed your cheeks. Your eyes met the sheriff and he didn't look pleased.

"Consider this my first and final warning Miss L/N. The Hangman will be gone by tomorrow morning to Austin to pay the Governor a little visit if he even makes it that far. Should you or any of the other lowly fleas here feel the need to interrupt Governor's business you will have a date with the gallows,"

He noted the slight fear in your eyes as the color left your cheeks. His face lit up at your fear and worry. He released your cheeks with a quick shove and motioned for you to run along. You shot one last glare at him before leaving. Your stomach tied itself in knots at his threat.

Governor Khan was known to listen to Danielson over anyone else. He made rash decisions by allowing his confidant to get in his head. Many times on the way to Austin, Danielson's prisoners didn't make it. He insisted they were attacked but only the prisoners were missing and nothing else was harmed or stolen. You ran from the tailor to find the Bucks.

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Sheriff Danielson walked inside the jail in his new suit. He whistled a happy little tune as he made his way towards his desk. His hat was placed on a hook. The jovial man sat down in his chair and placed his feet on the desk. His light eyes looked at the man in the cell before him.

The Hangman sat on the bench looking like a miserable sight. Shackles clung to his wrists and ankles. His head lowered but a black eye and dried blood down his nose was a souvenir of the scuffle that took place last night. Based on his heavy breathing, the sheriff figured he also took some damage to the ribs.

"You know I was hoping you'd put up more of a fight. The infamous Hangman resigning to his fate is rather boring," Sheriff Danielson announced to the wounded Hangman. Adam didn't move. His mind running to figure out an escape plan to get back to her. The girl he had fallen in love with when they were kids. "We could have been friends, you know. We certainly have a similar taste for the ... finer things in life,"

"I got nothing in common with a rat," Hangman spoke yet still watched the ground.

"But that isn't the whole truth, is it? I met quite the lovely little lass today, Miss L/N. Poor little thing is so worried about you,"

The Hangman's head lifted immediately. Their eyes locked on each other. "Don't you dare do anything to her,"

"She came to me, Hangman, at the tailor shop," he informed him. He stood up from his chair and walked towards the cell bars. His arms rested comfortably between the gaps. "I think she liked what she saw. A knight in shining armor to free her from this horrid place. Maybe I will take her to Austin with me. She would make a fine wife. Your head on a silver platter would be the perfect wedding gift. Wouldn't you agree?"

The Hangman lurched forward but he was stopped by his bounds. "She would never marry a man like you,"

"She may not have a choice," he sneered. "I always get what I want,"

"I'll tell you one thing, sheriff. Before you leave this town you will learn why they call me the Hangman,"

"Gentlemen, I do believe that was a threat. Why don't we give the Hangman the Austin treatment?"

Adam tensed as the men entered his cell. He struggled against his restraints to try and fight them off. They easily overtook him once more.

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"Is that the only plan we got?" Nick asked looking between his older brother, Matt, and you. "Burn down a building and use the distraction to free Adam?"

The idea wasn't your favorite. After hours of thinking, this was the only plan that didn't involve running into the jail and being shot dead immediately.

"I don't have any other ideas. It is already nighttime. We only have a few more hours before they transport him to Austin. Use some wood, hay if you have to, anything to get the sheriff's men away from that jail. Matt and I will get in and free him. We will meet when we have Adam,"

Nick nodded in understanding and left. There was not much time to spare if their plan was going to work. Matt placed a hand on your shoulder.

"We'll get him out you know," he assured you. "You have my word I will die fighting,"

You pursed your lips and nodded. "I know,"

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The fire started by Nick lit the small town in an orange-and-yellow glow. The townspeople went to investigate the fire after seeing the colors and smelling the smoke. Rumors swirled on who could have possibly started the fire. The chaos allowed Nick to sneak away without any incident.

As expected, the sheriff's men left their post and ran to make any arrests necessary for the arson. The jail was now left for anyone to come in or out. Matt muttered how he was shocked the plan worked. He handed you a pistol. You hesitantly took the weapon in your hands.

"Be on the lookout. I will have to be quick. I don't know how much time we have," he whispered urgently eyeing the fire. The fire didn't light as much as the plan detailed. Matt started to calculate the time in his head. "Give a whistle if they come back. I don't expect Adam will be of much help in a fight right now,"

Matt left you outside the jail. You heard the door open and close from the alleyway next to the jail. Time ticked away slowly. Every second that passed felt like an eternity. Worry started to settle in. We were too late, you thought to yourself, the Hangman is gone.

"I thought I told you to stay away," the sheriff's voice called out behind you. You turned around to see him. The whites of his eyes stared into yours. A pistol pressed into your stomach. "Drop the weapon and place your hands behind your back,"

The pistol dropped to the floor with a loud thud. He kicked the weapon away from your reach. You placed your hands behind your back. He turned you around roughly and tied your wrists together.

"Looks like I found the little lady that caused the fire. A shame you won't be seeing the Hangman off. I will make sure he sees you one last time as you swing from the gallows,"

"You have no proof that I caused the fire. You will never get away with this," you threatened. He spun you around to face him. His pistol cocked and pressed against your jaw. He suddenly came to a realization and shoved you to the ground. "What was I thinking? I don't want to get blood on my new suit,"

The sheriff pointed the pistol towards you. You used your feet to dig into the sand to scoot away. It was no use. The sheriff had you right where he wanted you. You closed your eyes and tensed accepting your fate. A gagging sound caused you to open your eyes.

A rope suddenly wrapped around the sheriff's neck. The rope tightened around the sheriff's neck. A pull of the rope caused the man to fall backward. Adam pulled the rope closer to him. The sheriff looked up in fear at the Hangman.

"As promised, sir, you gonna learn why they call me the Hangman,"

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[midwestmade29]

Cowboy Take Me Away 🧡

I'm bringing you guys some sweet heat with this story! A little fluffy smut if you will 😏 Hangman had me all in my feels after Dynamite on Wednesday. (Let's be honest, he has me in my feels even when he's not on live TV) I was team no sleep writing this...there was no way I could stop until I finished the entire thing.

This is Hangman's world and we just live in it 😉

Word Count: 2,639 Divider by: Me 🙂

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This story is NSFW or minors.

Disclaimers: Nightmare/bad dream, thunderstorm, mentions of blood, mentions of being injured/pain, unprotected sex. Read at your own discretion.

Your cowboy helps comfort you after the bad dream you just had...

You found yourself in a moment in time that you wish you could forget. Somehow you were ringside watching your cowboy maneuver his way around the squared circle. He wasn’t alone inside the ring; his opponent was nothing more than a dark shadow countering every move Adam threw at them with ease. The shadow quickly struck him down, laughing in his face while Adam writhed in pain. When he was able to get to his feet, the shadow punched him right in the stomach knocking all the wind out of him. The shadow’s attacks grew stronger and more powerful, leaving your beautiful cowboy a bloody mess in the center of the ring. Despite not being able to defend himself, the dark shadow never let up! He continuously kicked Adam until there was no air left in his lungs. Your heart was hammering against your chest listening to him cry out! You tried to stand but it felt as if there was an invisible rope tied around you, holding you in place. You tried everything you could to try and get to your cowboy! Suddenly there was a bright flash, its essence distracting you. Where was it coming from? Could production be having lighting issues? Surely no one was taking pictures of this horrendous moment! You turned your head, eyes searching all around for the light’s source when a rumble echoed through the arena. You blinked and somehow you were outside, lost in a sea of people. You pushed your way through the crowd, eventually finding an opening. Your eyes landed on Doc Sampson pushing a stretcher towards a dark tunnel. At first you couldn’t make out who was lying on the stretcher until you noticed the familiar, crimson-stained curls and cowboy boots on the person’s feet. It was your cowboy! You called out to him, “Adam? Adam! Please, wait! Don’t go, I need you!” There was another bright flash followed by a louder boom than the first one. Everyone around you started to run in a panic, pushing you farther and farther away from Adam. No matter how much you begged and pleaded, the swarm of people rushing by only ignored you. Your voice fell upon deaf ears the more you cried out for your Adam. It was as if he was slipping right through your fingers, leaving you behind. A final bright flash appeared, this time shining brighter than the previous ones. It blinded you, forcing you to recoil at the intense lumens it immitted. Your bones felt like they were rattling under your skin as the ground beneath you quaked when a vicious rumble rolled through, ultimately bringing you out of your deep slumber…

You jolted up in bed, your breathing accelerated, and your body covered in sweat from your dream. The room was dark except for a few flashes of lightning that shined through your opened bedroom windows. Adam was sleeping peacefully next to you, blissfully unaware of the storm that was rolling in. Every window in the house was open, but they needed to be closed as soon as possible in case of a downpour. “Baby, wake up,” you whispered against the shell of his ear. You gently shook him, earning a groan from your sleepy cowboy. You planted your feet on the floor and headed towards the bedroom door, calling back to Adam, “There’s a storm rolling in and all the windows are open. If you can close the ones on this side of the house, I’ll take care of the rest.” By the time you were done, it had started sprinkling outside. The sound of rain usually calmed you, but you were still on edge after your dream. You stopped in the kitchen for a drink of water before making your way back to your bedroom. Adam was sitting up leaning against the headboard looking at his phone, his voice making you jump when it interrupted the quiet, “There’s a lot of red on the radar right now. Might get a good storm or two here soon if it doesn’t break up before getting to us. If there’s any warnings that come about, the weather radio should go off and I’ll turn the volume up on my phone too just in case.” You thanked him for letting you know as you walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind you. Your hands rested on each side of the sink and your head was bowed as you tried to shake yourself out of the funk you were in. Images from your dream flashed through your mind causing you to shiver when you remembered Adam lying motionless in the middle of the ring battered and bruised. You splashed cold water on your face hoping it would somehow help rid yourself of the sound of your cowboy crying out in pain that played on repeat in your ears. You inhaled and slowly released a deep breath after drying your face and making your way back to bed.

Adam had turned on the lamp on his nightstand and as soon as the light reached your face, you knew you had been caught. “Hey, what’s wrong sweetheart? Are you alright?” Adam asked tenderly. You tried your best to keep your composure, but your voiced faltered when you lied through your teeth telling him that you were fine. Adam knew you better than you knew yourself, instantly seeing right through you. He held his hand out to you, encouraging you to come over to him. You placed your hand in his and he gently tugged, signaling he wanted you to sit on his lap. Your leg swung over his thigh, allowing you to straddle him but you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in his beautiful eyes. “Y/N, what’s going on? Did something happen? Talk to me sweetheart,” he softly pleaded. With his finger under your chin, he lifted your face until your eyes were level with his, and you immediately got lost in them. You leaned into his palm after he gently placed it on your cheek, willing yourself to dig deep and find the courage to tell him about your dream. “If you’re worried about the storm, I think we’ll be okay. The animals in the barn will be fine too. If you want me to check on them-” You shaking your head “no” made him stop midsentence. “Then what is it? Tell me,” He begged as worry covered his handsome features. “I-I had a terrible dream. It was awful Adam!” your voiced cracked when you spoke his name. “Hey, hey. It’s okay, it was just a dream. I’m right here baby, everything’s okay! You’re safe and your dream is all over,” his hands cupped your face as he reassured you. “It felt so real though! You were wrestling against some shadow figure that left you lying in the middle of the ring in a pool of your own blood. I tried to get to you and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t! Doc Sampson wheeled you away on a stretcher and I called out to you, but you didn’t hear me. It was like you slipped right through my fingers! The thunder ended up waking me,” you explained, which only left you feeling exasperated.

Adam pulled you closer to him, his strong arms wrapping themselves around your body and holding you tightly. His large hand rested on the back of your head, holding it in place as he nuzzled his face into your neck. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. That sounds awful! You have to know that would never happen though. Shadow figure or not, you know I’d kick its ass long before it even had a chance to lay a finger on me,” his joke caused you to chuckle as you pulled your head back and looked at his face once more. “That’s more like it!” he praised, his smile causing you to smile bigger. “Thanks baby, I needed that. I know it wasn’t real, but it was the type of dream that lingers even after you’re awake. It just kind of shook me to my core seeing you like that and not being able to do anything about it. Sure, I’ve seen you in countless Texas Death Matches and I’ve cared for you after all of them. Just something about my dream almost felt worse, you know?” Your fingertips traced along one of Adam’s larger scars he had on his chest as your mind started drifting again. He grabbed your hand softly, stopping it in its tracks before bringing your fingertips to his lips. He began kissing each pad as you watched, “Adam…” fell from your lips involuntarily when he peppered tender kisses on the inside of your wrist. The more skin his lips touched rekindled the embers deep inside of you that always burned for him. Your eyes watched as his mouth left a small trail of wetness in its wake, sending a shiver down your spine when your dampened skin was met with the coolness of the night air. You sighed slightly when his lips pulled away, your eyes instantly darting to his plump lips letting him know exactly where your mind was at now. “Do you want to talk about it more, sweetheart?” Adam murmured just mere inches away from your face. You shook your head no, but he wasn’t satisfied with that response. “Tell me what you want, baby. Tell me what I can do to make you feel better.” He brushed his nose ever so slightly up against yours, making you forget how to form words for a few seconds. He waited patiently for your answer, sighing with relief when you finally spoke, “No, Adam. No more talking. Please, make me forget about what happened. Set me free from the thoughts that cloud my mind…”

Your hands snaked around to the back of Adam’s neck as the two of you looked deeply in each other’s eyes. The sexual tension was thick in the air, almost crackling with electricity. Adam closed the gap between you, his kiss laced with passion and full of want and need. You could see the flash of lightning through your closed eyes and jumped when the sound of the thunder roared. “It’s alright sweetheart, I’ve got you.” Adam reassured you. His length hardened underneath you as your hips rocked against it the more he kissed you. The roughness of his calloused hands on your delicate skin made you shiver when they slid underneath your nightgown. He effortlessly removed it, leaving your top half completely bare. Adam was only wearing his pajama bottoms and underwear, which still felt like too much clothing! Your fingers slid under the waistband of his pants making little goosebumps appear all over him. He stopped your hand once again and purred into your ear, “Not yet, angel. I want to take care of you right now.” In one swift move, he scooped you in his arm and laid you down on the mattress. His body weight pressed you into the bed as he massaged your breasts with his hands. Your breathing accelerated when he whispered against your collarbone, “You’re so God damn beautiful. My own little slice of Heaven.” Adam started kissing a trail down your body, covering every square inch of skin he could with his tongue and lips. He whispered sweet nothings against it, the hum of his voice sending soundwaves right to your throbbing clit. Every touch, every caress was intentional, perfectly placed on your body as your sweet cowboy descended in between your legs. With a smile on his face, he hooked his fingers under the lace of your panties and slid them down your legs until you were able to kick them off. He spread your legs wide, opening you up fully to him before diving in and devouring your sweetness. Adam peered up at you as his tongue swirled and flicked against your little bundle of nerves, causing you to cry out his name, “Adam! Yes! Th-that feels s-s-so good!”

He knew you were on the brink of orgasming, quickly grabbing hold of your legs, pulling you even closer to his face. He was completely consumed by your sweetness, humming against it completely enchanted with the feeling of you unraveling on his tongue. Your release ripped through you as you came, you swore you saw stars! With your legs still shaking, Adam kissed your inner thigh and stood up revealing his throbbing cock straining against his pajamas. You laid there trying to steady yourself as you watched his every move. The rain outside had really started to come down, thunder could still be heard off in the distance. Lightning flashed, brightening the room, giving you the perfect view of your cowboy at the foot of the bed stroking his hard cock. Pre cum glistened on his tip, making his arousal even more evident. Adam crawled back on to the bed and positioned himself in between your legs again, the tip of his cock resting at your entrance. His breathing was unsteady as he spoke quietly into the night, “You are my dream come true Y/N. My world begins and ends with you. No matter how many dark shadows I have to fight off, I will always be by your side.” The wind started to pick up outside, rustling the trees and blowing slightly through your bedroom windows, making the sheer curtains adorning them drift in the air as if they were feathers. A clap of thunder immediately followed a stand of crackle lightning that shot off in multiple directions, causing your house to lose power. Now it was nothing but you, your cowboy, and the rainstorm. Adam eased his way inside you, taking his time sliding in and out as your slit adjusted to his size. “You’re so tight, angel. Y-you feel incredible,” he stammered as he was getting completely consumed by bliss. The smell of the freshly fallen rain danced around the room and the sounds of your moans filled the quiet in between the rumbles of thunder. Each time the lightening gave Adam a glimpse of your face, he let you know just how beautiful you are. “I love the way you look at me as I glide in and out of you. You’re the m-most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen…”

Adam made slow, sweet love to you, savoring every moment. His blonde curls tickled your face when they fell around it every time he leaned down to kiss you. He continued his slow but meaningful thrusts leaving both of you panting and voices raspy. Adam was nurturing your mind, body, and soul this way, making your bad dream nothing but a distant memory now. His length filled you to the hilt, hitting every spot inside you, leading the way for your body to find its release. You couldn’t help but cry out his name when you finally succumbed to him. “Adam, ohhh my God…Adam!” “I’m right there with you angel,” he moaned. As you fell apart all over his cock, your juices intertwined with his as he orgasmed with you. Your bodies quaked and trembled against one another, the pleasure shooting through your veins like hot molten lava. Every nerve in your body came alive, pure ecstasy radiating from you as each new wave of pleasure crashed against you. “S-so beautiful…” was all Adam could manage to say. He brushed the hair off your forehead that found itself stuck there due to the sweat that blanketed your entire body. The storm outside calmed, just like the one that had gone through your mind earlier. Sleep overtook both of you as you fell asleep in each other’s arms. Your cowboy was your calm before and after every storm, always walking beside you and being your guiding light, leaving all shadows in the dark where they belong.

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[coleskingdom]

Cover Me Up

Adam Page x female character

Sheriff Page has just returned from chasing the Strickland gang, and has sought the company of his favorite madam.

Genre Smut

I knew the sheriff would be headed into tonight. He was always in the saloon the first of the month, he wanted to make sure no one got to rowdy and none of the patrons of my fine establishment roughed up any of my girls. A little beer, a lot of whiskey, cards and fine female compaionship could all be found at the Dessert Rose.

I watched the door from the end of the bar, I knew Sheriff Page would be in any moment. Word around town was he had been out putting an end to the Strickland gang and it almost cost him his life. I looked out over the bar, I was proud, I built this life in this remote Texas town. I had long since stopped recieving customers but for the Sheriff I’d always make the exception.

I could feel him before i saw him, Sheriff Page had a presence about him. I smoothed my skirt and looked up to see his blue eyes on me. “Sherrif” I said kicking myself for the overly flirtatious tone. “Belle, how are you?” He asked exhaustion radiating off of him. “Worried about you Sherrif, but I’m fine” I answered softly. His blue eyes casted a shadow down to the floor “Belle, take me upstairs” he said.

I took his hand softly understanding what he needed immediately. I lead him upstairs to my private quarters, I settled him in a chair and brought him the whiskey I kept only for him. I went into the bathroom and drew his bath, I stripped down to my chemise as I exited, “ Adam, your bath is ready” he was lost in his thoughts as I took his boots off, i reached up from my position in front of him and undid his belt my fingers lingering on the raised name on it Hangman. “Adam, I need you to stand so that i can get you ready for your bath” He stood silently, an imposing figure at full height, I took off his leather jacket and his vest, un buttoning his shirt as my fingers played in the soft curls on his chest , he shrugged the shirt off his broad shoulders, and I lowered his jeans and underwear freeing him. He followed me wordlessly as he settled himself in the bath he hissed as the hot water both soothed and stung his body. His long arms draped the edges of the tub. I got the rag and the soap as I began to wash his back . “Do you want to talk about it ?” I asked the silence both comfortable and unnerving. “ Belle, I saw the devil, and he looked through me. The only difference between he and I was that I hid behind my badge to survive.”the words choked in his throat. I moved to his side contiuing to wash him clean, “Adam you did what you had to do whatever it was, your a good man and a good sheriff” he turned his head capturing my lips in a rough kiss. He tasted like whiskey, even in the roughness, there was a need and a gentleness. This was new, he knew our rules, we didnt kiss though I had imagined this moment a thousand time“ Adam, this isn’t what we do” I said weakly, as I pulled away. “ Darlin, it could be what we do, I could be good to you, I could be good for you”, I moaned as he kissed that spot on my neck below my ear. “When was the last time anyone made it good for you”. I hesistated how did I tell him that I saw only him both personallyand professionally. “Tell me” a little harsher “who was he?” “ It was you, youve been the only who ever has” he stopped and lifted my chin reading my face as I continued to babble, “You’re the only man that I see, professionally or personally. It stopped being fun, and I could only imagine it was you. Then that stopped working, then it had to be you.” He dropped my chin I had said to much, i knew he would think that i was silly and stupid its why I couldnt kiss him.

Adam stood in the bath, water running down his abdomen and thighs and reached for the towel. He wrapped the towel around his hips he stood in front of me, my eyes not able to meet his. “Darlin, give me your hand” he reached and took mine in his and pulled me to standing. I stood infront of him as I had many nights before but this time I felt small and vunerable. I had done this to myself.

Adam led me into the bedroom, he untied my chemise. “Darlin did you wear this only for me?” I nodded my head as the imported fabric fell from my body. “Did you wear this perfume for me?” I nodded as he enhaled the side of my neck drawing in a deep breathe. Remembering how he said roses reminded him of home. “Are these the hair pins that i brought you back from the territories?” As he removed them letting my hair fall to my shoulders. I nodded again my breath shaky under his focus. He turned me to face him. “ All of these things, but you still dont want me to kiss you” his thumb brushing over my lips. “ Adam, you don’t understand, if I kiss you, it becomes real. It’s the last part of me I can give.” He pulled me to him and kissed me, I relented in his arms, he had me. He had owned me for months. His mouth memorized and explored mine, as his hands ran down my body exploring my curves . He walked me back towards the bed “ Darlin, lie back for me, I want to look at every part of you until i can see you perfectly with my eyes closed” I laid back for him, knowing that something in our dynamic had changed. I was no longer in control. “ Adam” the voice that came out, barely sounded like mine. He sat on the edge of the bed running his hands between my breasts his thumb lightly touching my nipples my back arching like a cat begging for attention. “Belle, I’ve got you darlin, if you let me, i can make you feel so good” . I closed my eyes letting his wotds wash over me, “please Adam.” was all i could say.

“Darlin, when i part your pretty thighs, am i going to find you glistening and ready for me? Are you aching for me to kiss ,you here the same way i kissed your mouth” his hand cupping me between my thighs. Adam had never spoken like this to me before and my body was responding in unexpected ways. The heat that pooled between my legs as he knelt on the bed spreading my ankles apart making sure there was room for himself to be comfortabke. His hqnds played with tge soft insides of my thighs. “ Tell me how much you want me, Darlin” he said aa his hand stroked everywhere but where i needed him the most. I could play this game, “Adam its always been you that ive wanted. Its you. I’d wake up in the middle of the night my fingers deep within with your name on my lips” the groan that came from him and the way his hips dug into the mattress let me know he was as on edge as i was. His beard scraped the inside of my thighs as he followed through on his promise, his mouth kissing me as deeply in my core as he had my mouth earlier. He was in no hurry as he spread my thighs even wider and inserted two fingers , his eyes staring intently on mine, only a smirk crossed his face as i writhed beneath his touch. He dove back in licking and sucking my thighs trembled and whimpers fell from my lips. My hands in his dark blonde hair holding him where i needed him, he added the two fibgers back in making a come hither motion deep inside , his other hand pressing firmly on my abdomen as I reached closer to the climax he had promised. The coil that had beeh tightened snqpped and i came Adams name falling from my lips as my release took me suprise and soaked his mouth and beard. The smirk on his face, when he put each of his elbows by the side of my head and hovered over me. He kissed me, my taste still on his lips, I spread my self wider for him, as he positioned himself at my entrance. He slid into me in one fluid motion fully sheathed iin my body. He groaned as he felt my walls begin to flutter around him. His mouth continued to work mine as his body set the rhythm and pace that was meant to get us both there together. He sped up the only sounds that were in the room were the sounds of our body’s connecting and the groans from both of us. His brow furrowed as he drove deeper as my walls milked him pulling him in and holding him there. I felt my self shatter around him, my vision blurring at the edges as I felt him release inside of me.

Tears fell from my eyes, I couldn’t look at him, I felt to raw, this felt like too much. “Darlin, what’s wrong? Was I to rough with you? Belle, honey talk to me.” his voice ragged with worry. “ Adam, no , it just was different this time. I dont know how I’m supposed to let you walk out my bedroom door like everything is normal. I dont know how this is supposed to work or if you even want me beyond this” feeling silly and foolish as these words fell out. “ You know what I am, what I was” his mouth shut me up kissing me again his mouth swallowing all of the words. “Darlin, we can leave tomorrow leave everything behind, we can start a new life, or we can stay here, we will figure it out. “ I searched his face trying to understand how, this honorable good man, could want me. “ Belle, no matter what, I’m dark enough to see your light.” he said as he kissed my forehead as i fell asleep in a mans arms for the first time.

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[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Cowboy Take Me Away

Pairing: Hangman Adam Page x female!reader

Category: Fluff/Slight Smut

Word count: 855

Summary: Your boyfriend takes you on your dream date and does everything he can to make it a dream come true.

Warnings: Swearing

Requested by: @rubyred1980 — I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

You can find the original request here!

A/N: This is short and sweet and yes, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to name this after The Dixie Chicks song. Here’s the song if you wanna listen! I always think of our sweet cowboy when I hear it.

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Tonight was such a great night: dinner, star gazing, and you managed to sucker your boyfriend Adam into slow dancing with you under the stars. Adam just couldn’t say no to you despite claiming he was a horrendous dancer which you always disagreed because he was actually pretty good, in your opinion.

Adam went all out for this date, making sure he packed the thickest blanket and comfiest pillows he owned. The destination was an empty field essentially in the middle of nowhere, far enough away to see the beautiful night sky and shining stars along with the glowing moon that provided the only light the two of you needed. After parking, Adam instructed for you stay put while he fixed up the bed of his truck with the blanket and pillows, once done he opened your door and helped you out, leading you around to the back of the truck. When you saw what he had done, you heart melted, you always wanted to go on this kind of date and apparently Adam had the same idea.

The two of you laid cuddled up on the blanket and pillows, looking at the different constellations and Adam placing a soft but loving kiss to your head. You couldn’t suppress the smile that made its way to your lips as you snuggled further into your boyfriend’s chest. This was hands down the best date you’ve ever been on.

It felt like hours had passed when you finally propped up on your elbow and noticed how peaceful Adam looked, the moonlight bringing a glow to his skin and the relaxed state his body was in. “You look so handsome in the moonlight.” You told him, breaking the silence of the night. You didn’t miss the blush creeping up on his cheeks. He always blushed when you complimented him. “You’re blushing…. It’s cute.” You grinned, leaning down to gently kiss his lips.

The gentle kiss gradually turned more and more heated. Adam carefully rolled the two of you over, he grinned looking down at you underneath him. “You’re gonna be the death me, you know that?”

It was your turn to blush. “Oh hush!” You playfully swatted at his chest.

Adam took in your appearance in the moonlight, you were just as beautiful as the day he met you. Those gorgeous eyes of yours always shined but he noticed they seemed to shine brighter when he was around. And that smile of yours made him vow to himself that he would do everything he could to make sure that breathtaking smile never left your lips.

“Are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to kiss me?” You teased, slipping your arms around his neck.

Your teasing brought him back to the present day. Adam just grinned, “If my girl wants a kiss then that’s what she’ll get.” Adam let’s you pull his head down, lips meeting yours. He always loved your kisses, so sweet yet so addicting causing him forget where he was more often than not.

Your fingers toyed with his gorgeous, golden locks. You never wanted these kisses to end because in those moments you were in heaven, not a care in the world other than to kiss him with all you had and take care of him just the way he liked.

Adam’s lips left your mouth and traveled down your neck and over to your shoulder. You closed your eyes as his lips trailed down your neck and to your shoulder, fully enjoying every moment. You felt one of Adam’s hands slide up one of your legs. You knew where their destination was and you were not about to stop him.

Adam, ever the gentleman, didn’t let his hand go too far up your leg, stopping to gently squeeze your thigh. He stopped kissing your upper body just long enough to whisper, “How far do you wanna go tonight, darlin’?”

You loved that about him, always checking in with you and making sure you’re both on the same page and that you’re alright. He never wanted to pressure you into anything you didn’t want to do or weren’t comfortable with.

“A night as perfect as this calls for a perfect ending so how about you take me away, cowboy. Closer to heaven above and closer to you.” You grabbed his hand that was on your thigh and began pulling it up higher. You took your other hand and pulled Adam down by the back of his neck, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss.

Before you knew it, clothes were being tossed about haphazardly.

Once you were completely undressed, Adam sat back on his heels for a few moments, eyes roaming your body, taking in every detail. “You’re so damn beautiful, sweetheart. I can’t believe you’re all fucking mine.” He finally spoke, leaning back down and trailing feather light kisses and touches from your lips to where you needed him the most.

The pair of you spent the remainder of the night together, making the most of what time he had left with you before hitting the road once again.

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